("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Straight To Hell - 1 by Ryan Carlyle (ryan_carlyle@hotmail.com) *** A gay serial rapist pursues straight men for sex. (MM, nc, rp, intr, india, oral, anal) *** PROLOGUE: Okay, I admit it. I like to have sex with straight men. Actually, I like to have sex with men, period, but there is something about doing it with a heterosexual man that excites me. I used to think about it and wonder if I was just a fucked up gay boy, or if I was just fucked up. But, the more I thought about it, the more I decided to say, "fuck it". You can get yourself really screwed up by wondering about things that you just don't have the answer to! And, honestly, even if I DID know the answer to it, I don't know that I would care! Now, I will admit, that all of these... hmmmmmm, how shall I say it... "moments" with straight men haven't been voluntary on their part. I know that's wrong and many tell me that forced sex isn't good or pleasurable at all. I think people who say that are full of shit because I doubt they have ever forced a man to have sex before. Especially a straight man. So whadda they know? All I know is that I have done it. Many times. Sometimes the guys did something that they shouldn't have done so I blackmailed them. Other times, I just saw them and took what I wanted. I am not asking for understanding or criticism. I just wanted to tell you about what I've done, how it felt, and the straight men who'll probably never admit they've had sex with another man. Here are their stories. CHAPTER ONE - Debjeet Have you ever wanted to fuck someone so bad you could taste it? That's how I felt about Debjeet. Debjeet Sidra. He was 27 year old, Indian, 6 foot tall, and around 200 pounds of muscle all over his arms, chest, legs, and ass. And God, that ass! That fucking tight, virgin ass. Not to mention a bulge that screamed "suck me!" whenever he wore his tight pants, which was pretty often. And straight. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that. Debjeet is as straight as they come. So, unless he's been poking his fingers up his hole, I knew that straight boy pussy of his would be virgin. Not to mention that it would also be tight, warm, and wonderful. Of course you're probably wondering if Debjeet is straight, how did I think I was gonna fuck him. After all, breeder boys aren't into gettin their cherries popped. Then again, I didn't say that he was just gonna LET me fuck him! No, no, I can pretty much guarantee that he won't give up that fine-as-hell body and fuckable ass voluntarily. So, that means I'm gonna have to take him involuntarily. And I really don't give a shit either way because all I know is that I AM gonna fuck him! Debjeet works for me. I manage the technical services for a large corporation and Debjeet is one of my technicians. Actually he works for one of my lower level managers but I knew who he was. I definitely remember the first time I saw him. I had finished a meeting and was coming out of a conference room when I saw a guy bent over a computer monitor, trying to attach a cable. He was in a pair of work pants but with him in that position, they were pulled up tight. And his fucking ass globes just jutted out. I mean they jutted out there so much that there was no mistaking that he had a BIG muscular ass! A nice ass. Even when he walked, you could tell he had one helluva firm tight ass. One that definitely needed some loosening up! I walked over to where he was working. "Havin a problem?" Debjeet turned and smiled at me. Fuck, what a smile! White, even teeth and lips that you just wanted to suck off his face when you kissed him. And definitely lips you wanted wrapped around your cock when you shoved it down his throat. "I think I'm doin' okay, thank you sir." "You work for Bobby Reynolds, don't you?" "Yes sir. You know Mr. Reynolds?" Mister Reynolds. How cute! Sounds like the boy knew how to respond appropriately to his bosses. That could come in handy later, I thought. "I hope I do. He works for me." Debjeet looked a little surprised. "Wow, are you Mr. Carlyle?" Mister Carlyle! I love it! I'd definitely have to make sure he knew other ways to show me the proper respect. "Yes, I am. And you are... " "Debjeet Sidra, sir. I just started three months ago." "How do you like it so far?" Debjeet started telling me how much he loved working here and how much he'd learned, blah, blah, blah. While he talked, I looked him over and found that the rest of his body was just as fine as his ass. He had to be a gym rat because his chest was huge! Even with his white company shirt on, I could see his large brown nipples clearly. The tips were pointy and had to be at least quarter size. Actually, they were probably larger than that and sat on top of some massive pecs. God I wanted to lick and chew on those nips and bite on those muscular pecs right then and there! As my gaze went farther down to his tight work pants, I saw a sizable lump where his dick was. Whether his dick was really that big or just positioned that way, it certainly sent blood rushing to my crotch! The tight pants also encased a huge pair of thighs that made my senses swim. I closed my eyes and thought about putting my head between them while I sucked his large, hard, brown cock and nursed the cum out of his full nuts. "Mr. Carlyle, are you okay?" I opened my eyes suddenly and realized Debjeet was watching me. "Oh yeah, I'm fine, Debjeet. Just thinking about some important work I need to take care of." Like getting you outta those clothes and getting my hungry cock up that gorgeous ass of yours, I thought. "Well, that's good, sir! You had me nervous for a second there." "Nah, I'm fine. You go on back to your work. I didn't mean to bother you." "Oh, no bother sir." "Well that's good. I'll see you later then." As Debjeet walked back to the computer he was working on, I watched the rise and fall of his sexy tight fuckable ass. Little did he know that before long that fine muthafuckin body was gonna be mine... whether he liked it or not. Later that afternoon, I called Bobby Reynolds in and told him I wanted to review the evaluations of some of his technicians. Of course, I made sure Debjeet's 90- day evaluation was in the group and I saved him for last. When Bobby got to Debjeet's file, he went on and on about what a good technician he was and that he was the type of person that would eventually make a good manager, etc., etc., etc. I absorbed all of this but my ears pricked up when Bobby told me he was concerned about Debjeet's personal life. "What's the problem, Bobby?" "Well, it's really not a problem now, but it could be eventually if he isn't careful." "Careful about what?" "Drugs. Some of the guys told me that he told them that he's been having a tough time with his girlfriend lately. They've been together for awhile but evidently she's been nagging him that he should be higher up than where he is." "What's that got to do with him using drugs?" "Well, he's gotten real friendly with Kurt, my senior technician. Kurt said that Debjeet asked him last week if he wanted to smoke some pot after work. Said his girlfriend was always bitching at him all the time and he smoked some joints every week or so to mellow out. Kurt warned him that it was dangerous to be smoking that shit because if he got called for a random drug test, he could lose his job. He said Debjeet looked shocked and told him he'd forgotten about the condoms. He also told him that he couldn't lose his job because he was still paying for damages from a car accident he had a couple of years ago. That he'd gotten behind twice before and the couple he'd hit said they'd toss him in jail if he got behind one more time. But, it makes me nervous that he'd even have that kind of poor judgment. On the other hand, if he's got a real bitchy woman, I guess I understand why he'd be tempted. But it still doesn't make me feel any better." "Did he ever smoke the pot?" "Not that time. Kurt said it sounded like he'd been doing it pretty frequently before, but it looks like he stopped cuz he thought he might lose his job." I sat there quietly and thought. "Does Debjeet know that you know about it?" "No. I told Kurt not to say anything to him yet because he's really a good worker and I'm hoping it will work itself out. But, maybe I need to set him down and have a talk with him." "What if he gets called in for a random?" "Well, if he gets called, he gets called. I can't do anything about that. You know the policy. Even you can't do anything if one of the employees gets called in. All I can do is hope he doesn't get called for awhile and it'll pass out of his body." "Okay, Bobby. Thanks for going over these evaluations with me. You need me to do anything else?" "No, everything else is fine." Bobby left and I sat back in my chair. Evil thoughts were running through my mind. The more I thought about what Bobby told me, the more I thought about Debjeet. His smile. His chest. His cock. His... ass. Shit, that did it. I HAD to get that ass! And now was the time to do it. A week later, the monthly random drug checks were sent to me. Normally, when I get them, I send them to the supervisors and they have their employees report to the company infirmary. However, when it's the first time an employee is called for a drug test, then I talk to them. That way, they know what to expect since a drug test can be a little scary. Plus, I discuss with them what happens if the test scores a positive. Since Debjeet had never been called for a random drug test before, I had him report to my office, like I would any first- timer. The only difference was that Debjeet really hadn't been called for the test! But he didn't need to know that. When Debjeet walked in my office, I was sitting behind my desk working on some paperwork. I looked up as he walked in and felt the heat rush to my crotch! His shirt was sweaty and stuck to his chest. You could even see a tank top under his white company shirt. But that did nothing but emphasize his massive chest. He was wearing some older jeans but they looked like they were molded to his muscular legs. And his cock. That fucking cock! It was gonna be interesting to see if it really was as big as it appeared to be in his pants. He stood there a minute while I finished writing and finally said, "You wanted to see me, Mr. Carlyle?" "Yes, Debjeet, sit down. Looks like you've been workin' hard today." "Not really, sir. We've just been workin' in the telecom room in the basement and it's pretty hot down there." "Oh yeah, it's hot as hell down there." "Yessir, it is." "Debjeet... does everyone call you Debjeet?" "Most people do, sir. My nickname is DJ and some call me that." "I see. Okay. Well... DJ, I called you in because you've been called up to do a random drug test. Our company's drug policy calls for all employees to be eligible to be tested randomly. You haven't been called for one before, have you?" When I said "random drug test", you could see Debjeet's face change. His eyes narrowed, he looked down, then back up and swallowed. Yep, this was one nervous puppy. "Uh... no sir, I haven't." "I didn't think so. I normally talk to the employees the first time they get called so they won't be nervous. It's pretty routine but I wanted to let you know what will happen and what to do if your results come back positive." I started going over what the procedure was like, who he'd see, and the more I talked, the more Debjeet fidgeted. After a few minutes watching him squirm, I stopped abruptly. "DJ, are you okay? You look nervous." Fuck, I'll bet he was nervous! And probably scared shitless! "Mmmmm... yessir, I'm... mmmmmm... fine." "Well, you don't look fine. Seems you're pretty jumpy. Like I said, I'm sure you'll do fine with the test. Don't worry." "I uhhhh... uhhhhh..." "Yes?" Debjeet was silent a moment. "Mr. Carlyle, can I tell you something in confidence?" "Sure, DJ. What is it?" Debjeet paused a moment and then started telling me the same sob story that Bobby Reynolds had told me a week earlier. Just with a little more detail. He kept telling me how he couldn't lose his job and he couldn't go to jail and on and on and on. I sat there silently and listened to him. As he talked, I began to visualize what it would be like stripping his clothes off, one piece at a time. I almost came just thinking how fun it was gonna be getting in this straight hunk's pants. With his firm muscular butt, he was gonna be one hot fuck! My sexual reverie was suddenly interrupted when Debjeet started crying. One minute he was talking and then suddenly he stopped and put his hands over his face. His shoulders were heaving and you could tell he was trying not to cry. I walked over behind him and started patting his shoulder. "There, there now, DJ. I understand what you're going through. I mean, given what you've told me, I can see how you'd be upset. But, buck up, man! How long has it been since you last smoked one?" "3 weeks, sir. I KNOW I'm gonna test positive!" "I know, DJ, I know. But, all we can really hope for is that the drug has passed out of your body and it won't show up." Boy, was I milking this for all it was worth! This fucking fine-ass boy was gonna be mine! Debjeet turned his head up and looked at me. "Mr. Carlyle, isn't there anything you can do? I mean, can't I take the test at a later date?" BINGO! Yessiree, quid pro quo time. He wanted something and I would deliver. And so would he. My cock, which had been hard ever since he walked in the door, started throbbing as I thought about him bent over my desk, his hard glutes spread and his tight hole ready to get fucked. "No, I'm afraid not, DJ. I'd get in a lot of trouble if I tried to delay your test." "Please, Mr. Carlyle! I mean I'm BEGGING you, sir! I just CAN'T lose this job. I'd do anything if you could just delay the testing, sir. I mean, just another month! One month isn't long." Ahhhh, like music to my ears! I walked back over to my desk and sat down. Debjeet was leaning forward slightly in his chair with a pleading look on his face, watery eyes and his big sexy stud tits poking through his shirt. Fuck, I wanted to rip that goddamn shirt off and take him right there! "I can't, DJ. I really wish I could. But, I'd be risking my job if I did. I'd like to help you but that's too big a price to pay versus what I'd be getting for helping you." Debjeet looked totally desperate and slumped back in his chair. "Then again..." Debjeet looked up at me quickly. "Yes, Mr. Carlyle?" "Maybe I can ask for a favor from a friend of mine in Human Resources. He might be willing to put your name back in the database and draw it another time." Fuck, you shoulda seen Debjeet's face when I said that! His smile broke out, he stood up and walked over and stood right in front of my desk. Shit, that fuckin bulge was just inches away, straining at the front of his pants! I almost reached out and grabbed it but fought the urge. "Oh, Mr. Carlyle, that'd be great, sir! I'd really appreciate it!" "Wait a second, DJ. I said I COULD ask a favor. I didn't say I would." Debjeet lost his smile and that pleading look returned. "PLEASE, Mr. Carlyle. PLEASE, sir. I'll do anything." "Anything, DJ?" "Yessir, anything. I'd owe ya big time." I was silent a moment and looked at the handsome, sexy boy in front of me. "Okay, DJ. Let's see what you'll do." Debjeet's face looked puzzled a minute. Then he cocked his head slightly. "What I'll do? Mmmmmm, yessir, what do you want me to do?" Slowly, I stood up and looked at him. "Well, why don't you start by taking off your shirt?" Debjeet looked confused and took a step back. "Take off my shirt?" "Yes, DJ. Take off your shirt." "Why sir?" I looked Debjeet full in the face. "Because you said you'd do 'anything' for me to keep you from taking your drug test for a month. So, go ahead and do it. Take off your shirt." Finally! Reality set in. Debjeet stepped back another foot or two but, this time, with a scared look on his face. "Mr. Carlyle. Please sir. I'm not like that." "You're not like what, DJ?" Debjeet started shaking his head and put his palms out towards me as if pushing me away. "I mean I'll be glad to do anything but I can't..." "Then, I guess you didn't mean you'd do anything, DJ. Because if you say 'anything', there are no buts." Debjeet turned his hands outward and sorta laughed. "Well yeah, I guess that's true, but I didn't mean I'd do that for you." I shrugged my shoulders and sat back down. "Okay, no problem then, DJ. Just be sure you report for your drug test this afternoon." "Mr. Carlyle... sir... you said you'd help me..." "And you said you'd do 'anything', DJ. Anything. A-N-Y- T-H-I-N-G, anything. But, what you really meant was you'd do 'anything' that YOU wanted to do. That's not how it works." "Sir, I am NOT gonna take off my shirt for you. You may be into that but I'm not." "As I said, that's fine, DJ. But, don't expect favors if you're not willing to pay the price for them. I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do." Debjeet walked quickly towards my desk and put his hands on the top. "Yes you are, Mr. Carlyle! I'll get fired if I take that test and you are the only one who can help me. But you won't help me unless I take my shirt off and I won't do that! What choice do I have?" Oh yes, the angels were singing! It was beginning to dawn on my hunky employee that he really didn't have a choice! I looked back at Debjeet with an exasperated stare. "Look, DJ. I'm not the one who's been using pot! I'm not the one who got called in for a drug test! I'm not the one who said they'd do 'anything' to not take the drug test! You expect me to risk my job over delaying your test and you won't pay the price I set for the risk. Well, that's fine. So, you've made your choice, just like you have all the others, and now you have to live with the choices you've made." Debjeet just looked at me. I looked down at my paperwork and began to read, giving him time to think over what I said. After a minute or two of silence, I heard Debjeet sigh. "If I take off my shirt, you'll get my test delayed?" I slowly looked up at him. "No, DJ. You don't understand. If you want me to get your test delayed... if you want me to call in a BIG favor... if you want me to take a risk that this will get out and possibly make me lose my job... then you'll do ANYTHING I ask you to do. Period. End of discussion." Debjeet and I looked at each other across the desk. "Now... what's it gonna be?" Debjeet kept looking at me with an angry, tortured look in his eyes. After a bit, his head lowered little by little until he was looking at the top of the desk. He was still breathing heavily and you could tell he was a beaten man. I walked over to my office door, locked it, and sat back down. "Good. Now... take off your shirt, DJ." Debjeet kept looking at the desk. I sat back in my chair and waited. Finally, he lifted his head and his hands began unbuttoning his shirt. When he finished, he looked at me, sighed heavily, and began pulling his shirt out of his pants and up his body. Debjeet had to struggle to pull it over his huge chest and muscular shoulders but it finally came off. Then he stood there with the shirt in his hands, clenching it like he wasn't sure what to do with it. "And your undershirt." Without looking at me, Debjeet sighed again, tossed his work shirt down, and started pulling off his tank top. Like his work shirt, Debjeet had to struggle to pull the cotton material over his muscular pecs and shoulders. As it started coming off, Debjeet's smooth, cocoa colored skin came into view. Finally, after a few moments, the tank top was off as well. Debjeet tossed it on the floor with his work shirt and stood bare chested before me, panting heavily, and looking totally miserable. Fuck. I almost fainted at the sight. Debjeet's chest was totally hairless and his solid pecs moved up and down as he breathed. Pointy, large brown nipples about the size of half dollars stood out on the tips of his massive pecs. Drops of sweat trickled from the top and flowed down the deep one inch gulf on his hard chest. Ridges of taut abdominal muscle stuck out in four rows as my gaze descended down his body. His abs became more defined each time he breathed in and I longed to run my fingers slowly along each ridge. As my eyes followed his chiseled form down, I wondered what it would taste like to run my tongue along his flat stomach, licking and sucking, until it finally disappeared into his jeans. Still there wasn't a hair to be seen. Many men have at least a treasure trail that flows from their naval into their nether regions but so far, Debjeet had nothing but smooth, flawless skin above the waist of his pants. Debjeet watched me as I glanced back up his chest, drinking in the view of one of the most perfect male bodies I'd ever seen. His shoulders were full and muscular as they rose to his neck. Slowly, I got up and walked over to him. As I got in front of him, Debjeet looked away. The shame and embarrassment was obvious as he tried not to look at me. My right hand reached up to cup his left pec. As I touched him, he flinched and moved back slightly. As I reached out again, he started leaning back so that my hand wouldn't reach him. "Sir, please don't touch me." "DJ, I'm not gonna tell you again. Either you FUCKING do what I want or get the hell out of my office right now!" "BUT I'M NOT GAY! I DON'T LIKE YOU TOUCHIN ME!" Ah, rebellion. I told you he wasn't gonna give it up without a fight! But then neither was I! Like I told you... I was gonna take what I wanted from him whether he liked it or not. So I decided it was time to bring out the big guns. I went back to my desk and turned towards him. "I don't give a shit what you like. In fact, just get you fuckin ass outta here right now. I'm not gonna fuck around with you anymore, you stupid bastard." Debjeet looked shocked and rushed towards me. "Sir, PLEASE! PLEASE don't do this! I'll do anything else you want, but I'm straight and I don't wanna do this!" "Motherfucker, I told you to get out! I'm not gonna debate this with you. Either you do what I say with no resistance, no begging, and no pleading, or get out! I am NOT gonna waste my time with this. Now, you STAND there and DEAL with this or get the FUCK OUT!" Debjeet stared at me with a mixture of anger and hatred in his eyes. I knew he was wrestling with the situation and the best thing for me was to keep him off balance. Shrugging my shoulders, I sat back down at my desk and ignored him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him standing there waiting for me to say something. I kept on working and saw him slowly reach down and pick up his shirts. He kept standing there in front of my desk and I finally looked up at him. Debjeet looked down and mumbled something. "What?" "I said okay. I'll do what you want." YESSS! Victory was mine! But, I knew I'd better crush all resistance before I went any further. "Fine, DJ. But, let me make this perfectly clear. I'll do anything I want with you. If I wanna touch you, I will. If I wanna hit you, I will. Whatever I wanna do, I will. And the next time you resist, there'll be no more talk, no more discussions, no more pleading. You'll just be on your own and on your way to your drug test. Understand?" I waited. And waited. And waited. Debjeet looked down, all the fight gone. Slowly, he nodded his head. "What does that mean?" "It means yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes... sir." I got up and walked over to the front of my hunky straight boy, pulled the shirts out of his hand and tossed them to the side. Slowly, I reached towards his left pec again, looking him in the face as I did. He looked straight ahead as my hand touched the muscle. Other than a slight shiver, he stood still and didn't say a word as my hand closed around it. Words can't begin to describe how fucking nice his chest felt! I ran my hand along the muscle, gently squeezing his full nipple with my fingers. I felt his quick intake of breath as I squeezed the tip and put my other hand on his right pec. God, this is how a man was meant to feel! Debjeet's pecs were hard, muscular, and firm. His nips were very sensitive as he shuddered whenever I ran my finger tips over them. I squeezed and stroked and fondled his chest for several minutes. Finally, I could hold it back no longer. I leaned down and took his right nipple in my mouth. A hiss of air escaped from Debjeet as I sucked on his nip. Jesus, how sweet it tasted! I reached around to his back, pulling more of his beefy pec into my mouth, delighting in the feel of his well-developed back muscles. Debjeet was beginning to squirm, whether from revulsion or enjoyment I didn't know, as I licked and chewed from one nipple to the other. I was too far gone with lust to know what I was doing now. I had dreamed about this straight stud for weeks, fantasizing how I would take him down, and now I was actually doing it! My hands were all over his body, feeling his smooth skin, squeezing his enormous muscles, licking and biting his full meaty nipples. I started grasping his cock and ass, feeling the firm muscle beneath the tight denim. Debjeet started losing his balance as I pawed harder over more and more of his powerfully built physique. "Sir..." I started grinding my hard cock into his crotch and tugging harder on his full ass. Fuck, I had to have more of him! Debjeet tried to stay still but it was obvious he was finding it harder to let me maul him. "Sir... c'mon sir... it's hurting..." Hurting? Like I fucking cared! I was biting so hard on his nips and pec muscles that I was leaving red marks on the skin. "Stop!. . . you're hurting me..." As I molested Debjeet's body, I slowly moved him towards my desk. I felt us bump into it, then pulled back and looked at him. He was panting hard and his chest was wet, covered with red marks from my biting and pinching. As I glanced down, my eyes fell on the bulge in his tight jeans. I reached down and started stroking and tugging on his cock through his jeans, pushing Debjeet's chest backwards on the desk. He pushed with his arms to keep from falling back but my hunger for body overpowered him. As I pushed him harder, his arms slipped and the upper half of his body fell backwards. I pulled him forward so that his ass was on the edge of the desk, his legs hanging over the side. Debjeet's cock had gotten hard from my earlier stroking and tugging and the mound in his tight jeans was enormous! I mean fuck, it was about to burst through his jeans it was so huge! My left hand kept rubbing and pinching his muscular chest, while my right hand started squeezing and fondling his cock. Debjeet could tell what I was after and tried to stop me. "Leave my dick alone! Stop it!" Stop it? Shit, like one can just stop in mid-fuck! I started squeezing his cock harder and felt it growing. Debjeet was trying to sit up and push me away. I got tired of the struggle, placed both hands on his chest and pushed him back hard. "Lie STILL, motherfucker! You move again and you're history." Debjeet stopped his struggling. As he lay on his back, he closed his eyes and he took a deep breath. I rubbed his nipples for a few moments and then slowly ran my fingertips down his hard, flat stomach, over the top of his jeans and down to the obscenely large lump in his crotch. Fuck, whatta lump! He might have been straight but his cock liked getting hard just like any other guy! I gently rubbed the mound of fuckmeat and then started undoing his belt. Debjeet just lay there with his eyes closed as I opened his belt, unfastened the button, and started pulling his zipper down. I swear one of the most beautiful sounds in the world is the grinding metallic teeth of a zipper moving! Suddenly, Debjeet put his hands up over his face and started whimpering quietly. As his zipper descended and the jeans parted, more smooth brown skin was revealed. At first I though Debjeet wasn't wearing any underwear. Finally, I saw a thin white strip appear, followed by more. I couldn't believe it. Fucking Debjeet was wearing white bikini briefs! They contrasted sharply with his smooth brown skin. Oh yeah baby, I thought. White is definitely your color! I paused a moment to view the scrumptious sight before me. My muscular, straight stud was flat on his back, his hot chest naked, thin white bikini briefs showing and ready to be completely stripped. I quickly turned around, pulled off his tennis shoes and socks in one fell swoop, and then turned back to remove his tight ass jeans. "Get up, DJ." Debjeet still had his hands in front of his face and the shaking of his body was more noticeable. "Bitch, I told you to get up! NOW!" Debjeet still didn't move. I reached over, grabbed his arms, and roughly pulled him up off the desk. His eyes were wet from where he'd been crying and he just stood there, his muscled arms dangling at his side, looking totally washed up. I squatted down in front of him and began pulling on his jeans. It was hard work pulling them down over his thick thighs but slowly his pants came down. When they got to his ankles I lifted his legs one at a time, pulled them over his feet, then tossed them to the side. Debjeet just stood there in nothing but his tight white briefs, head hanging down, crying quietly. FUCK! I'd dreamed about Debjeet's body for weeks and here it was in all its glory! Like his chest, there was no hair on his thighs but a slight sprinkling of it below his knees on his lower legs. His arms were just as delectable as his chest, with corded masses of bicep and tricep muscles. His cock was fully hard and pointing upwards towards his left hip, the skimpy briefs barely able to hold it. I walked around him slowly and almost came right then and there when I saw his ass. That ass! The ass I'd lusted over all this time! It was so full and muscled that Debjeet's briefs were pulled up high on the beefy mounds. He had to have a deep crack between those firm moons and he definitely needed to be given a good hard fuck. Debjeet's ass flowed into his huge muscled legs which had given me such a hard time when I stripped his jeans off of him. All told, his powerful body was a work of art, produced by hours of hard labor at the gym. I'm sure he never thought it would be used this way though. Breeder boys don't think like that, which is what makes taking them so much the greater thrill. I enjoyed the feel of his humpy body and continued running my hands over his muscled back, arms, and chest. Finally, I leaned forward and whispered in Debjeet's ear, "Baby, you have a fantastic body." He stood there quietly. After a moment, I heard him mumble something. "What didja say, baby?" Debjeet sniffed, wiped his nose, and said "Can I go now?" I grinned. Go? He had no idea what he was in for. "Oh no, baby. We're just getting started! You're doin real good though. Just a little more and you can be on your way, no worries, no drug test, no problem." Debjeet's body slumped and he started quivering lightly as if he was crying again. As my hands continued to fondle his muscled physique, I slowly worked them down to his briefs. This was it. I knew that if I could get his skimpy full briefs off his hot athletic body, it was mine for the taking. Because once they came off, once there was no clothing protecting his heterosexual virility, that meant he was surrendering his thick cock, full straight boy balls, and virgin tight fuckable ass to me. I moved my right hand around the front to the top of his briefs while my left hand massaged his tight butt. Carefully, I pushed my fingers down slightly to get under the waistband and was literally 'in his drawers'! I felt nothing but smooth skin as my fingers continued to probe downward. After a moment, I felt some wiry pubic hair and kept running my hand downward. Debjeet's bush got thicker and suddenly, I was at the root of his cock. Debjeet began to squirm some as I moved my hand around, feeling his lush bush and the root of his masculinity. At the same time, my left hand slipped inside his briefs and began gently squeezing his powerful ass. Debjeet started squirming half- heartedly and while it was obvious he hated it, he didn't say anything or try to push me away. Savoring the moment, I slowly pulled my hands out of his briefs and ran them back over his muscled arms and pecs, lightly flicking his nipples. Surprisingly, I heard a quiet moan from Debjeet and his breathing became more rapid. I reached back for a pair of scissors on my desk. Carefully, my hand slid down to his left hip and felt for the small strip of material that joined the front and back of his briefs together. Pulling the strip back slightly, I eased the scissors down until the strip was between the blades and snipped. The sharp blades cut through the skimpy material easily and I leaned over and cut the band on his right hip. The briefs came apart with no trouble as I pulled on the ruined fabric. Debjeet just stood there with his head up as the last stitch of clothing left his body. I walked around to face him and found his eyes closed, his quick breathing light and shallow as if scared. As if he was waiting for something. Slowly, my eyes dropped to his crotch. Debjeet's cock was beautiful! It had lost some of its hardness but was impressive nevertheless. It was the same cocoa color as his skin, uncut, around 7 ½ inches long, and pretty thick. I reached out and pulled the foreskin back, exposing a large, smooth dark pink head. His balls were fairly large as well and his sack was hairless. As I slowly masturbated his cock, I held his velvety smooth sack in my hand, lightly rubbing his nuts. Debjeet kept his eyes closed and seemed to be hardly breathing. "Relax, DJ. You're doin fine, baby. Just fine." As I continued to stroke his cock, it grew larger. He definitely was proof that the stereotype that all Asian men had small cocks was a myth. After stroking the beautiful slab of beef for a few minutes, drops of pre- cum appeared. I kept stroking, rubbing the liquid all around and making his cock slick. Fuck, I was rock hard and horny as hell! I could feel my drawers getting damp from all the pre-cum I was leaking and decided it was time to see if Debjeet's cock was going to be as sweet as his ass looked. Debjeet opened his eyes suddenly as I pushed him back on my desk, his legs hanging off the sides. As he started to get up, I pushed him back and said "Just stay on your back, DJ." He kept tryin to get up and I finally pushed him back hard, saying "Muthafucka, stay DOWN! You get up again and its testing time." Debjeet froze, bit his bottom lip, and lay back down. "Now spread your legs." Nothing. Not a thing moved. "DJ... spread your fucking legs! Now!" After a moment's hesitation, Debjeet's hard muscular thighs separated slightly. "Farther." His legs moved a little more. I got tired of waiting and pushed his legs apart as far as they would go. "Like THAT, bitch! And don't you fuckin move'em." I got in between his legs, put my arms under his thighs, and pulled him forward until his ass was again on the edge of the desk. Fuck, his thighs felt really good! They were smooth and I stroked my fingertips lightly over them, making Debjeet shiver. Slowly, I bent over and sucked his soft brown cock into my mouth. I heard Debjeet's quick intake of breath as he murmured. "No!... no, don't!... STOP it!" I don't care what anybody says. Guys like to have their cocks sucked! Straight, gay, it don't matter. All guys like to have their cocks sucked. I always laughed at straight men who said they'd never let a fag suck their cocks. Trust me, if they're horny enough, it don't matter who it is. When the cock is needy, a mouth is a mouth is a mouth! In Debjeet's case, he wasn't horny but I figured a little tender loving care would cure his current state of affairs. As I sucked on Debjeet's cock, I started running my tongue up inside his foreskin and teased his head with it. After a few moments of that, I pulled off of his cock and started licking his hairless nuts. Mmmmm, Debjeet's nuts tasted sweet and, just like I said it would, his cock started growing a little as he tried to deny what was happening. "Stop... no... nooooo..." In fact, the more it grew, the quieter his protests got. As I felt it harden, I reached up and pulled his foreskin back, exposing his tasty head. Every guy knows that the head is the most sensitive part of his cock and if you work your tongue right, you can drive a guy insane! As I ran my tongue all over the velvety smooth head, Debjeet began to jerk. I licked the head over and over and then ran my tongue along the underside. Shit, the taste of a Debjeet's cockhead was indescribable! At one point his cock almost came out of my mouth because he was bouncing around so much! But I was in heaven as his cock got bigger and bigger. So much for the "no guy can get my cock hard" theory of Breeder 101! As I continued sucking on Debjeet's enormous cock, I ran my hands up his tight stomach and found those amazing pecs. I started twisting and pinching his nipples and squeezing his pecs. As I pinched his nipples, Debjeet became incoherent and was only grunting and making funny sounds. I sucked more and more of his hard brown fuck pole into my mouth, swirling my tongue all over the shaft and head. Debjeet was squirming like a mutherfucka and I figured he was only a moment away from pouring his hot Indian cum down my throat. All of a sudden, I felt Debjeet grab my head and start shoving his dick deeper in my throat! I couldn't believe it but it goes to show you a mouth is a mouth is a mouth! As he lay back, his powerful ass pumped his hard cock deep in my throat as if he was fucking a girl. I put my hands under his ass and squeezed those rock hard melons as they flexed. Fuck! This straight boy was tryin' to get off big time! I could feel his fat cock fill my mouth as if trying to conquer some lovely young girl's pussy. I continued to let Debjeet fuck my mouth awhile longer. Now don't think for one minute that he was in control now. I can guar-an-damn-tee you that he wasn't! I let him keep fucking for one reason and one reason only. I wanted to tire him out. I wanted his muscle bound heterosexual physique to expend all its energy and spew out every last bit of cum in his large nuts so that when he finished, he would have no strength left. That is, no strength left to fight me when I raised those huge muscular thighs up over my shoulders and shoved my cock into his virgin boy pussy! Now THAT is control! I wasn't gonna lose site of what had always been my ultimate goal... sticking my cock up Debjeet's tight straight ass. As he shoved his thick fuckmeat in my throat, I tightened my mouth around his pole and let my tongue slide back and forth over his sensitive head. Sure enough, Debjeet was beginning to lose control, pumping faster and faster. As his ass flexed, I started pulling the muscular globes apart. It was hard work but I finally got my fingers down into his deep crack so that I could find his tight hole. Debjeet was so far gone in his fuck he didn't realize that my fingertip was rubbing over his little virgin pucker. There was a lot of sweat in his crack and I used it to work my finger into his hole. Jesus, it was tight! I mean, I had to keep pushing hard to try and even get just the tip in! Debjeet must have felt it because I could feel his fuck stroke hesitate a moment. But good straight boy that he was, he keep right on fucking. All of a sudden, I felt Debjeet's cock get harder and he made a high-pitched groan. As he shoved his cock down my throat, I felt his head expand in preparation for unloading his nuts. I pulled back and let his cockhead lay on my tongue. As I did, I felt a burst of warm, creamy cum on my tongue, followed by another burst and another. Debjeet was groaning and ramming his cock in my mouth so hard it hurt. I don't know how much cum he let fly but it was a fuckin mouthful! I didn't swallow it but let it stay in my mouth. As Debjeet's orgasm spent itself, he slowly lay back down on the desk, letting go of my head, his chest covered in sweat. His cock slipped from my mouth and I spit his cum onto his sweaty chest. Jesus, his fuckin cock was still hard! You could see it pulsing as his heart beat. His nips stuck out like bullets and he was flush in the after effects of a hard fuck. I pushed his arms back on the desk and there was no resistance. His cock was still hard and I started stroking it. Debjeet squirmed a little but was clearly worn out from his fuck to do anything. Perfect, I thought. Now it was my turn to get my ultimate prize... his straight boy virginity. Debjeet lay back on the desk, breathing hard. I pulled his brawny thighs forward so that his ass was hanging slightly off the edge of the desk. Looking back at Debjeet, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was starting to slow down but it was obvious he was totally spent. I lifted his legs and pushed his thighs back until his knees were near his chest. Debjeet lay there quietly, either not knowing what I was about to do or unable to do anything about it. As I looked down at his ass crack, my cock started throbbing and leaking again. Jesus what a site! Like the rest of his body, his ass was smooth. As I pulled the firm cheeks apart, there were only little wisps of black hair in the crack. Pulling back harder, my eyes found and zeroed in on his undefiled asshole. I don't know what the fuck got into me but I leaned forward and started tonguing his hole. My tongue ran up and down Debjeet's ass and I tongued his sensitive little bud hard as I licked over it. Debjeet stirred slightly but there was no strength left in him to stop my tongue fuck. I tongued his hole harder and tried to fuck my way into his boy pussy, opening it up for its soon-to-be cock filled debut. I heard Debjeet groaning, "Oh fuck... FUCK! SHIT!" Without a doubt, 'fuck' is what I intended to do! I kept lapping away at his hole and it became easier for my tongue to get inside. I tongue raped his ass for a few minutes, then reached up and ran two of my fingers through the cum on his chest. There was plenty of cum and it made it all the more interesting that Debjeet had given me the lube to open up and fuck his cute tight ass! I'm sure he never thought that all the cum he'd fucked into women over the years would be used to fuck his heterosexual ass as well one day. I ran my fingers around his hole and rubbed the cum in. As his hole became slick, I started pushing my fingers forward, trying to get in. It was hard but that told me that I was definitely going into virgin territory and that thought almost made me cum. Slowly one of my fingers went in and I moved it around carefully. After a few minutes, Debjeet's ass started to open up nicely and I worked in my second finger. He kept moaning for me to stop but his voice was barely above a whisper and his struggles were almost non-existent. One thing not many people know is that a guy's asshole is a lot easier to get into after he's cum. I don't why but I've found that to be the case. So, as much as Debjeet would like to keep me out of his ass, his own earlier fuck needs would betray him this time. I scooped up more cum and sweat from Debjeet's chest and started to liberally coat the inside of his ass. Even though has hole had opened up, it was still tight as hell and I was going to have a hard time to keep from cuming when I sank my dick inside. Finally, I decided it was time and pulled my fingers out from their warm soft haven. As I held Debjeet's legs, I reached down and unfastened my belt, pulled open the button and slid down my zipper. Debjeet could tell something was happening because he tried to lift his head off of the desk to see. I shoved my pants and drawers down and my cock sprang free. My cock is pretty average, maybe six a half inches but that didn't matter. It just knew it needed to be inside of Debjeet and it was about to have it's need met. I scooped a large pool of Debjeet's cum from his chest and ran it all over my cock. "No... oh fuck, no! Don't do this..." I pulled Debjeet's ass a little further out until it was hanging off the desk. Learning forward, I pushed his legs back and spread them as far as I could to open up his ass. I could hear Debjeet murmuring. "Fuck NO!... Mister... Mister Carlyle... stop... STOP!" Holding my cock, I rubbed it up and down Debjeet's ass crack, pausing slightly every time I passed over his hole. "OH JESUS NO!... DON'T! I'M NOT A FAG! Oh JESUS! FUCK!" Debjeet started to struggle more but as wiped out as he was there wasn't much he could do. I rubbed more cum on my cock, stroked it to get it good and lubed, and lined it up at the entrance to his pussy. Debjeet started shaking his head from side to side, begging me. "FUCK NO! STOP! DON'T FUCK ME! ... I'M NOT GAY... I'M NOT GAY! OH SHIT!" "I know you're not gay, DJ. Just lay back, it'll all be over soon." Debjeet broke into tears and kept crying out "NOOO! NOOO! PLEASE! PLEEEEEASE... STOP!" I flexed my ass and pressed my hips forward. Debjeet's tight ass wouldn't open and he started crying out louder. I learned forward and slapped him twice across his face. "Shut the fuck up! Take it like a man!" Debjeet stopped talking but kept shaking his head 'no' and cried. I kept pressing my cock forward and suddenly, his ass popped open and I slid just inside. "FUCK! FUCK! TAKE IT OUT, IT HURTS! ... GOD, YOU'RE HURTING ME!" I said nothing and kept pressing my cock into his hole. As it went in further, I couldn't help but groan. "OHHH YEAH! Fuck yeahhhh!" I couldn't believe the feeling! It was so fucking warm... and wet... and TIGHT! My dick felt like it was surround by honey. Thick and warm honey. My cockhead tingled as Debjeet's muscular ass caressed it... nursed it... warmed it... and tugged on it, trying to get my full balls to give it some lubricating nut juice. I felt my nuts pull up, ready to give his ass that thick, creamy juice it wanted but strained to keep from cumming. I reached down and pulled on my sack, urging my orbs to hold back. After a few moments, they settled down. But the fiery heat from Debjeet's straight tight hole kept warming my cock and urging the little suckers to boil over. I pulled back a little and moved back in, trying to get Debjeet's busted cherry used to my cock. He was breathing rapidly now and gulping for air as he moaned. "OH FUCK! SHIT..." Debjeet's moaning only made my goddamn cock harder. The sight of this totally masculine, sexy straight man on his back, muscular thighs in the air, cock in his deep crack, getting his tight de-virginized hole fucked made me so horny, I thought I'd pass out. I had lusted for this hunky stud for weeks and now I was fucking the ass I'd only dreamed about. But none of my dreams could compare to the feelings of my cock in the real thing. I fucked Debjeet slowly, the full length of my cock moving in and out of his no longer cherry ass. Debjeet knew he was being fucked and his moans had turned into whimpers. He wasn't even struggling anymore. I scooped more of his cum off his chest and rubbed it on my cock and around his hole as I fucked him. I could feel his ass loosen up and I started fucking him faster. I really hated pulling my cock back because it felt so fanfuckingtastic inside his humpy little ass but my fuck instinct urged me on. My lust was consuming me and I started pounding Debjeet's ass as if I was trying to get my whole body up inside. My hips made a slapping sound when they hit his muscled butt cheeks. As his hole loosened up more, I began to feel his prostate and shifted my fuck angle. As I started hitting his g-spot, Debjeet began to grunt. His cock, which had gone soft when I started fucking him, began to fill again. Debjeet's grunts began to get louder and I leaned over and started sucking his nips as I fucked him. Longer groans began coming from his lips and I started biting his meaty pecs and pounding his ass hard at the same time. "Shit... oh fuck... fuuuuck... god..." I fucked on, pounding his straight boy ass. As he lay there on the desk, I threw his legs over my shoulders, leaned over and ran my arms under his shoulders and scooped him up in my arms. Debjeet and I were practically one as he lay there on the desk, legs over my shoulders, muscular pecs pressed against mine, while I fucked him. I could feel his cock swelling as I pounded his prostate and grinned as he made whimpering sounds like a bitch in heat being power fucked. As I fucked on faster, Debjeet started making louder moans and I knew he was moments away from blowing his wad again. I got my cock as far up his ass as I could when he started a final long groan. "EEEEENNNNUUUUUHHHHHHH!" Shit, I could feel Debjeet's cock shoot that muthafuckin' load between us. Over and over his cock shot as I pounded his nut and forced more out of him. His ass tightened so hard, I thought my dick was gonna get cut off. As his orgasm slowed, I could feel his body go slack and I slowed down my fuck stroke. I know he was tired but I hadn't come yet... a situation I was about to remedy. I pulled up out of Debjeet's ass and saw that both our chests were covered in cum and sweat. I'm sure he wanted to lay there but I had other plans for my straight hunk. Pulling him up off the desk, Debjeet swayed and I caught him before he fell over. Goddamn, but his body was heavy! I had to scramble to do it but he finally stood up straight, totally nude, head lolling slightly, his dick softening. I kicked his legs apart, bent him over a little, and moved my cock back to the slick hole between his muscular cheeks. It sunk in easily. I started fucking him and pulled his chest back toward me so I could grab his pecs while I fucked. I rammed his ass hard while I pinched his nipples and squeezed his pecs. This was one of my favorite fantasy fucks... Debjeet standing there while I shoved my cock up his ass from behind and held him by his massive chest. Debjeet was so out of it that he just stood there while I fucked his ass. I felt my nuts churning, demanding to shoot their load in his well fucked hole. After a few more strokes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I shoved my cock in one final time and my juice shot out so hard, I thought my nuts were coming with it! Each time I shot, I rammed my cock up Debjeet's ass and pinched his nipples hard. I must have hurt him because he started groaning again, his body squirming, trying to get my hands off of his chest. I don't know how many times I fuckin shot but it was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. I guess straight boys do that to me! After a few moments, I pulled out of Debjeet's fine muscle ass, walked slowly back over to my desk chair, and collapsed in it. Debjeet stood there a minute, then turned around and fell back in his chair. Fuck, I was so sweaty, my chest covered in cum, and felt like I had run a marathon. I sat there in my chair and looked at Debjeet. He was splayed out in the chair, his head back, eyes closed, and breathing heavily. His pecs were covered in red marks and cum was smeared all over his chest and stomach. After several minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Tears welled in his eyes and he looked away after a few moments. Finally, I heard him speak softly, "You fuckin' raped me." I looked at him and smiled, "You coulda' stopped it at any time. I was no match for you." "I couldn't stop it, or I'd of lost my job." I was silent a moment as I looked at Debjeet. After a period of silence, he stood up and began to pick up his clothes that were strewn all over the floor. As I watched him, I closed my eyes and remembered what it felt like to feel his muscles and suck on that hard, meaty Indian fuck pole. I especially remembered what my cock felt like as it invaded his virgin ass for the first time and the hard, hot, pounding fucks I'd thrown into him. I smiled, took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Debjeet was dressed and heading for the door. "DJ..." Slowly, he turned around and looked at me, a shell of his former self. "Don't worry about your test. You'll be safe as long as you work here. I'll see to that." Debjeet looked down for a moment, sighed, and then looked back at me. "I don't owe you shit. I paid for my job big time. So fuck you." A grin appeared on my face. "I'm sure that can be arranged, DJ. Anytime. Because now you have the experience to know how to do it." "Fuck you, you sonuvabitch!" As the door closed after Debjeet, I continued smiling and gathered up my clothes. The intercom rang as I dressed. "Yes, Jan?" "Mr. Carlyle, Mario is here." "Who's Mario?" "He's from maintenance. He's here to fix your broken light." "Okay, Jan. Gimme a sec." I quickly finished dressing and called back on the intercom. "Okay Jan, you can send him in now." After a few moments, my door opened and a dark haired, young smiling guy walked in. "Hey, Mr. Carlyle. I'm here to fix your light." "Come on in. Is it okay if I'm here working while you fix it?" "No sir, go right ahead. I'll try not to disturb you." "Don't worry, you won't disturb me." Mario set up his ladder under the light fixture that had been out for the last week and climbed up several steps. As he stood on the ladder, I glanced up from my paperwork and looked at him. He was very attractive with olive skin, maybe 24, black hair, goatee, probably Italian. As Mario stretched to reach the light, his jeans pulled up and highlighted two obviously firm ass cheeks. I tapped my fingers lightly on my desk, smiled and thought 'No, Mario, you won't disturb me at all. In fact, it may be the other way around.' End of Chapter One ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40