Shotgun Shine (Danny Boy - Part Two) - fragment
Since my subscribers wanted a continuation to The Hostage, this is part two of that story.
After being kidnapped, fucked, and humiliated by Ace, Danny obediently tells nothing about the whole thing to the police. Now he's looking for cock in a seedy bar where he's attacked and about to get fucked up really bad, when Ace walks in and saves him. After that, Ace takes him home and gives him plenty of cock, and some extras.
This story contains scenes of rough sex, reluctant and forced, BDSM practices, humiliation, and many other kinks.
Here is a fragment of the story:
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“Where are we?” Danny asked, looking fearfully around.
They had driven for a while, and they seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The house looked old on the outside, probably part of a farm a long time ago, but it was modern and well-furnished on the inside.
He walked inside, conscious of how inadequate he was, half naked, trembling, with the taste of his own cum on his tongue. The living room was surprisingly normal, and Danny wondered what exactly he had thought he would find once he put his foot in.
Ace removed his balaclava and then his coat. He stared with a frown at a hole in his coat, and Danny trembled as he remembered how Ace had shot that guy.
“Do you think he’ll be fine?”
Ace quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. “Who?”
“The guy you shot.”
Ace’s lips curled into a wolfish smile. “He’s not dead. Look at it this way.”
Danny wasn’t sure he could look at anything in any way. He just watched as Ace took off his t-shirt, allowing him the unhindered look of his chest and arms. This man was everything Danny wasn’t and never would be. His chest was broad, the muscles on his shoulders round and strong, and his arms were built like killing machines. His entire body was hard, made of nothing but hard muscles. His abdomen was lean, a full 8-pack, while his jeans hang low enough to make the V of his pelvis visible. Danny knew what lay right below. The jeans stretched taut, and he could make the shape of the snake through it. It looked like Ace was aroused.
“Get rid of those.”
Danny dropped the clothes in his hands without thinking twice. Ace stared at him with an amused smirk. “Get rid of everything.”
He hesitated. Was he willing to do everything this man wanted from him? It was only logical, but a part of him wanted to see it again, that face when he said ‘no’.
Ace walked over to him and pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders. Then, without saying a word, he ripped the shirt off Danny’s body. He towered over him, smelling of man sweat and danger. “Do you know what you are?” he asked in a low voice.
Danny kept his eyes stubbornly ahead, fixing them on a point on the wall. He gasped when Ace suddenly grabbed him by the throat. “You’re a boy pussy from head to toes.” Danny squirmed when Ace grabbed his ass with the other hand. “Your mouth is a fucking pussy, waiting to get fucked. In between your legs, you’re nothing but that. Your armpits the same. Do you have any idea in how many ways I can fuck you?”
Danny wheezed, as the pressure on his throat grew. Ace bit his ear. “Tonight, I’ll make you scream.”
Was that his cue that he should start begging? “Please,” he whispered, not really knowing what he was asking.
Ace licked a trace from his ear to the corner of his mouth. “Your face says everything about you. You want cock. I’ll cover your face with my cum. You’ll have it in your eyes, and your nose, and your mouth. You’ll live on it.” His mouth came hard on Danny’s, biting the lips and getting inside with his tongue.
Danny moaned helplessly while Ace’s muscled tongue penetrated his mouth, a preview of what would follow.
Ace stopped the kiss abruptly and hiked Danny over one shoulder. Then he pushed two fingers inside Danny’s quivering ass and walked with him first through a hallway, and then into another room, one with dark tiles on the floor and walls.
What that room was all about, Danny discovered when Ace dropped him to the floor. His breath caught as he saw the table in the middle of the room and the stirrups. He didn’t have time to even consider to run away because Ace grabbed him again and threw him on the table. His legs were quickly secured in the stirrups, while his wrists were tied to the sides, making it impossible for him to move much.
Ace pulled his ass toward the edge, and then spit in his palm. “Because you’re such a slut and didn’t stay put, the first one will be like this.”
Danny grunted and Ace violated his back door with rough fingers. There was no choice other than to look like the guy took out his cock and slapped Danny’s balls with it. He groaned in pain, his testicles still sensitive after being shot at with pool balls.
“How did you know where I was?” he asked numbly, while trying to hold on to his wits. Ace’s cock was poised at his ass, and the thought made him go slightly insane.
Ace stopped, allowing him one breath. “It’s not that difficult to follow someone.”
“Are you stalking me?” Danny asked. That confession alone made his insides squirm and his heart beat faster.
Ace laughed and played with the head of his cock around his hole, making it a little bit moist with his precum. “Take it how it is, Danny.” The mocking tone of his voice made Danny quiver more. “I made you my bitch that night a month ago. I like to think I’m a loyal master. My slaves,” he said and pushed suddenly inside, triggering a cry for help from Danny, “never run away from me.”
He hadn’t run. Danny wanted to protest, to assure Ace that he would have come running if only he had asked, but the words were dying in his throat, and nothing remained but the sensation of that unstoppable force plowing his ass and turning it into a supple channel that wanted nothing but to open and receive.
“Ah,” Ace drawled, “how easy you open, Danny boy. Would you have liked to have all those cocks at that bar inside you? Filling you with cum, turning you into a crazy whore?”
“No,” he whispered, letting the tears flow. “No.”
Ace moved more amply and added some extra spit. His moves became gentler, but somehow, he was reaching further inside Danny’s ass. “But you like this,” he taunted, “to have your pretty pink hole fucked and torn by a big cock.”
Danny sobbed. “Not theirs,” he mumbled.
Ace stopped completely and reached for his chin. “Look at me,” he said in a voice that suddenly sounded low and tender.
Danny blinked away the tears so that he could look at his abuser. Ace brushed his bottom lip with a rough thumb. “Good answer.”
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