Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2006 20:19:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Thomas <cr352010@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY TOY BRIAN,   Authoritarian

WARNING:  This story contains graphic physical violence and rape, and may
not be suitable to all readers.  I do not advocate violence and rape.  I
wrote this story because of my contact with a young man just like Brian
who has this same fantasy and I wanted to scare a bit of reality into
him.


BOY TOY BRIAN


Brian is a 20yo white male from the suburbs of Pittsburgh, PA and is a
Business major in his sophomore year at Point Park University in downtown
Pittsburgh.

Brian's body is lean and toned, not bulked but not skinny, a medium
sized baseball players' type body. His height is 5'10", has buzz cut
light brown hair and has a smooth upper torso with a pleasure trail
midway down his abs leading to a pubic bush surrounding a nice 6.5" cut
cock, with lightly covered hairy balls and legs. Brain is generally
considered a very handsome looking young man.

It was a cool late autumn evening in downtown Pittsburgh.  Viewing from
the skywalk on campus, you could see the people below trying to shield
themselves from the cold wind that was blowing briskly.   Classes at the
university were going well this year for Brian, he had settled down
somewhat from his freshman year.

Friday classes ended at 2:00 that afternoon and Brian just hung out in
his dorm room at Thayer Hall, he hadn't felt like being going outside
with the weather getting so cold. Brian fell asleep on his bed and was
awoken by the sound of one of his roommates hitting the door coming in
with his backpack and oversized coat. His roommate said sorry, that he
didn't know anyone was there, that he had been studying late at the
library. Brain stated that it wasn't a problem, especially since he had
seen the clock, it was now 7:20 pm. Brian had needed to go visit some
exhibit for one of his classes and it would be closing at 8:00 p.m.
Because of his late afternoon nap, he would have to hustle to get there
in time.  One of his professors had mentioned a new exhibit being at the
Carnegie Museum. Brain didn't know what the exhibit was, he often had
memory lapses in his classes from the boredom.  He did remember however
that the professor had said that extra credit would be given if a visit
was made and a brief paper written on the exhibit.  Brian decided to just
walk in and grab a pamphlet, it would give him enough information to
generate a BS document and he did need the extra points.

Stepping outside on the corner of Boulevard of the Allies and Wood St.,
the cool wind sent a shiver over his body.  He started to quickly walk to
the museum so that he could get inside before they closed, grab a
pamphlet and get out as quickly as possible.   While he was walking he
had another cold shiver go over his body, not from the cold, but from
something else, he couldn't quite sort it out.  He turned and looked and
didn't see anything that would give him a clue, not that he could haven
even picked up on anything because he didn't understand the feeling he
had. Brain made it to the museum just in time, grabbed the pamphlet and
out in record time.

Brain decided that now he would head down to Penn Avenue, the local
hangout district for the university and downtown crowds. Brain was hoping
to grab some food and possibly snag a beer or two, if he got the right
server.  Walking past his favorite pizza place, he saw through the front
glass that he might be in luck, because inside were some of his legal
beer drinking age buds.  He headed in and started to walk over to their
table and was quickly greeted before he even got there by his buds,
yelling loudly to come sit and hangout.  From the tone of their voices
and the slurring, he knew they already had a lot to drink.  An empty mug
on the table was quickly filled from a pitcher of beer by one of his
buds, with some sloshing out. Their talk was loud and boisterous, but
Brain was settled on trying to catch a quick buzz from the beer.  He
quickly downed the first mug and reached for the pitcher and poured
another.  One of his buds said "Yea Brian, that's right bro, you gotta
play catch up with us".  No sooner than he had gotten midway on the
second mug, their server arrived with a giant supreme pizza and another
jumbo pitcher of beer.  Brian thought that the stars and moon must be
aligned right, because this had turned into a good night out.  The pizza
soon vanished and the beer flowed down their mouths.

Brian's buds had made plans to bar hop in another section of downtown
Pittsburgh and invited him to go.  Brian knew that the clubs they were
going to were checking ID's and that he had gotten busted by one of the
security staff members at one of those clubs for a fake ID. Brian had
been put on a watch list with all other similar violators that had
compiled by the clubs.  Brain said that he appreciated the invite but
that he wouldn't be able to make it.  Brian took out some money and put
it on the table for it to be combined with the rest of his buds money,
for the pizza and beer.  His buds told him that he hadn't drank that
much and that they were all filled by the pizza that he didn't have to
pay.  Brain always tried to pay his way, hard, as it was being an
unemployed student on a tight budget, he told them to use his money for
the tip if they wanted.  One of his buds said, "That's cool by us.".

All of them started towards the door, with his buds having more than a
slight stagger while they walked, trying to put on their coats while
punching each other.  They quickly exited from the pizza bar and were
greeted by a hard cold wind. It had gotten really cold and the wind made
it difficult for Brian to hear the slurred shouts from his buds telling
him good-bye as they walked away from him. He waved and turned towards
PPU, back to Thayer dorm.

It had really gotten cold and Brain had not gotten a thick enough jacket
for the cold front that was coming through. He started to walk faster and
kept his arms close to his side.  All of a sudden the same chill that he
had on his way down to Penn Avenue hit him again, he did the same as
before and turned to look as if he could identify it. He thought this is
crazy, it's autumn and a cold snap has hit, your going to get chills
bro.  He had walked another two blocks and had a sudden need to take a
piss from the beers he had downed with his buds.  He just so happen to be
going by a coffee shop he had visited and also knew they had some good
deserts.  He thought why not, it's cold, I need to take a piss and the
coffee might help me get rid of this chill and something sweet would be
OK. The thought also entered his mind that the coffee might help him stay
somewhat warmer for the final leg of the walk back to PPU.

He quickly made his way inside and found a table.  He took off his coat,
laid it around the chair arms. The coat fell because he hadn't hung it
right, because of his jitters from the cold and the need to take a piss.
He quickly picked it up, put it on the chair and told the waitress that
he wanted a coffee and an apple strudel.  He headed towards the bathroom
for the needed piss.

He entered the bathroom and headed for the urinal.  It was a small
bathroom, containing an open stall shitter at the end, urinal in the
middle on the sidewall and a sink by the door.  Brain was full of piss
and couldn't get his fly open and his dick out fast enough to get the
needed relief his bladder was looking for.  He made it without pissing on
himself and stood there and aimed a hard stream at the back wall of the
urinal.  The bathroom door opened and someone went to the stall.

The relief from the piss felt great and he started to relax when all of a
sudden the lights to the bathroom went out.  Brain stood there still
pissing but it quickly started to dribble, not that he was scared of the
dark, just the surprise of being in that small unfamiliar enclosure with
the lights out. The startle from the lights going out made Brian forget
that there was another person in the bathroom with him.  The other person
was soon made very aware to him as he felt the presence of someone
standing right behind him, it gave him the same chill like he had had
earlier.  A hand quickly grabbed his head and shoved it into the tile
wall above the urinal.  Brian was dazed and was quickly manhandled by his
attacker.

From somewhere came ropes or cord that were tied around his wrists.
Brian's arms were thrown over the open stall shitter and tied to the
frame post.  Wads of paper napkins were forced into his mouth.  Brian's
daze wasn't too thick that he couldn't relate to the fact that this
night was turning into a bad one. Brian's attacker now had him secured
and was in complete control.  He felt the large frame of a man behind him
against his body, he knew it was a man because he felt a hard bulge
grinding against his ass.  Brain also felt a wet spot on the front of his
briefs and pants, and that his dick was still hanging out from his
interrupted piss.

Brian felt his attackers hot breath on the back of his neck and the rough
stubble of his face on his neck, as he leaned his head in on his
shoulder.  The mans hands were now pinching his tits and Brian knew where
this was heading and he was scared, he was going to be raped.  He started
to try to fight off his attacker and quickly found his head slammed
against the frame post, another dazed moment came and the feeling of
something warm and wet against his forehead, it must be blood.  The man
spoke in a low and factual tone, "If you try that again I'll slice your
gut and your intestines will drop out on the floor.".  To make his
point, the sound of a sharp instrument like a knife was stuck into the
wood partition wall of the shitter.  Brian couldn't speak and only shook
his head in agreement.

 The attacker already real close to Brian's ear, said in the same tone
as before, "I've been watching you tonight from Thayer Hall, to the
museum, at the pizza parlor and now here.   I've been waiting for the
right moment to grab you and now here you are, my little play toy.".
Brian's gut tightened, he now realized that the chills he had earlier
were from his attacker stalking him.  The mans tongue licked over his ear
and into it and a muffled rumble of a laugh rang deep into Brian's ear.
With one hand still tweaking his left nipple, his attackers other hand
was unbuckling Brian's pants and they soon fell to the floor.  Brian's
white briefs were now the only article of clothing covering his lower
body.  The man grabbed the back of Brian's t-shirt and brought it up and
over the back of his head, leaving it still on his shoulders and under
the front of his chin.  The feel of the tight t-shirt only added to the
constraints that were already around his wrists.

Brain then heard the rattle of a belt buckle and knew that his attacker
was opening up his own pants, he then heard the sound of the buckle ring
out as it hit the tile floor, it made the sound in his mind like the slam
of a guillotine being dropped on someone's neck and Brian was that
someone.  Brain felt his attackers hard dick rub up and down the crack of
his ass through his briefs. His attacker had switched tweaking his left
nipple and was now on his right one.  Brain felt a wet spot on his ass
and knew that the mans dick must be wet from precum and from the groans
and squeezes his body was getting, he knew that his attacker was enjoying
this very much.

His attacker spoke up and said, "Boy, I'm going to have some good fun
with you and you might even like it, too bad if you don't because it's
going to happen and that's it, you hear me?".   Brian again could only
shake his head because of the wad of paper napkins that was still in his
mouth.  His attacker took his dick and slipped it between Brian's legs
under his cotton briefs.  Brian couldn't see his attackers dick because
of the lights being out, but he felt the throbbing monster under the
bottom of his own crotch, and it was sticking out beyond his front side,
it felt huge.

Brian's attacker was a man of few words and many actions and said,
"I'm going to have to leave that wad of napkins in your mouth because
as you might have realized by now, and as you surely will, I've got a
big dick that is going to split you open and the screams are going to be
cumin out of that pretty little mouth of yours.".  Brian's gut
tightening wrenched up a notch and he knew that some hard times were
about to be encountered.

Brian's attacker took his briefs by the waistband and pulled them down
to the floor, he also felt the lick of a tongue over his ass as the
briefs were lowered.  Brian's legs were spread wide apart and his
attacker remained on his knees behind Brian and firmly grabbed his ass
cheeks and spread them apart, causing Brian's boy pussy to spread open.
The attackers tongue quickly went to work and was lapping at the entrance
to his ass and soon was darting in and out of it.  The sensation was
something Brian had never felt and confusing, being tied up and with the
knowledge that he was going to be eventually raped.

Brian's ass was completely covered in spit and his hole was moistened by
the attention given to it.  His attacker stood up and Brian felt that
monster dick start to rub up and down his ass crack.  The attacker took
Brian's ass cheeks again in his hands and roughly pulled them apart and
put the head of his dick right at Brian's boy pussy hole. The animal
grunt of his attacker could be heard echoing off the tiled room and the
slamming of Brian's body against the partition wall was felt as his
attackers large dick was slammed in one fast and hard thrust up Brian's
boy pussy. The attacker pulled back a little and slammed his dick in
again and again. Brian was starting to slip out of this world as he knew
it.

From the pain that his body was enduring, the neurons in his brain were
firing so rapidly that Brian's mind went to some random memory location,
as if he was in a dream.  The memory was of his volunteer work at the
Innocence Institute at PPU, which helped incarcerated individuals who
were innocent of crimes convicted, process legal motions
for hearings and possible retrials and set free if the evidence so
warranted it.  Brian had been reviewing papers for processing in one of
the cases under review and had come across some transcripts of how a
young man, same age as Brian, had been raped.  The details were graphic
and gut wrenching to Brain.  Later that night Brian's mind was flashing
those images in his head and to Brian's surprise, he was aroused by the
thoughts and had masturbated to those images in his brain that night, and
many more nights. You see, Brian had discovered that he wanted to be a
boy toy and fantasized about being raped.  Brian had even gone on-line
and into chat rooms trying to live out his fantasy in the cyber world.

Coming back into this world, Brian again felt the thrusts of his
attackers huge dick still within his boy pussy and the sound of the
animal grunts being made.  His attacker had his fingers inside of
Brian's mouth like a bit would be in a horses mouth and pulling his
cheeks back, the thrusts were so powerful now that his feet were being
lifted up off the floor and back down.  The only reason that he had not
collapsed on the floor was that his bound hands were still tied to the
partition wall frame post.  It was also during this slipping back into
reality that Brian realized that he now had a hard on and was leaking
precum against the partition wall he was being slammed against.  The
realization of his fantasy, now being reality, had now made him transfer
from being a victim to a wanting receiver of this big dick man and he
thrust his ass back in rhythm for maximum penetration of his boy pussy.
The sensation was overwhelming and Brain soon felt the electrical charge
deep within his balls and he knew that he was going to shoot a wad of cum
without his dick even being touched.  His attacker sensed the change and
stated, "I told you boy that you might end up liking it." and continued
to pound his now willing boy toy's pussy.  The urge for Brian to shoot
his wad became overwhelming and he shot multiple spurts of cum out of his
dick onto the partition wall.  Brian's cumming had tightened his split
ass muscles enough around the large dick in his ass, which caused the man
to cum a torrent of man seed into Brian's boy pussy.

Brian could only groan from the emptiness he felt as the mans large dick
was removed from his boy pussy.  Warm liquids could be felt running out
his ass, down his legs and onto the floor. Brain could only assume that
the warm liquids were a mixture of cum, blood and liquefied crap.  Brian
was still being held up by the his bound hands and he heard the man pull
his pants back up and then felt him lean forward and plant a kiss on his
cheek and told him, "You were a good boy toy, the best.".  For some
strange reason Brian smelled for the first time the mans aftershave, it
was Old Spice.

The sound of the sharp object that had been thrust into the wall earlier
could now be heard being pulled out and Brian knew that his life might be
taken.  The man reached up and grabbed Brian's wrist and cut what has
bounded him and then Brian slumped falling, with the man catching him and
then seating him down on the toilet stool. All Brian could do was lean
against the opposite side of the wall from where he had just been pounded
deep within his boy pussy, by a very large dick and by a powerful man.

As the man left the bathroom, the click of a switch was heard and the
lights came on.  Brian's eyes were now squinting and his mind was trying
to cope with the reality of what had just happened.  He sat there in the
shiter stall, propped up against the wall with his pants still down to
his ankles, his t-shirt pulled forward over his head and the ropes ends
around his wrist's that he could now see that had been used to bound
him.

It took Brian about fifteen minutes to get himself into a presentable
state, as could be possible under the conditions that he had just
endured, so that he didn't look as if he was the walking dead. He had
pulled the ropes from his wrist, gotten his clothes back on and had
splashed some water on his face to clean the blood off. He had a hard
time getting to the door and stopped to rest by the light switch that he
now saw and realized how the man who had bound and raped him had used it
to his advantage. As he walked out the door he noticed that one of those
yellow pylons used to identify a wet floor and a bucket with a mop were
strategically placed so that entry to the bathroom was restricted. This
prop must also have been used as a diversion to keep anyone from entering
the bathroom.

Brian walked out to the table he had been sitting at and saw his coat
along with the coffee and the apple strudel, waiting for him. He could
barely walk over to the table and sat down very carefully.  He looked
around to see if the world had changed as much on the outside around him
as it had changed for him on the inside.  From his viewpoint, nothing had
changed and it was all like a wrinkle in time had occurred.  There was no
way that Brian could drink his now cold coffee or take a bite of strudel,
all he wanted to do was get to the comfort and security of his dorm room
and pass out.


As Brian was trying to reach into his pocket to pull out some money to
leave on the table for the coffee and strudel, a man was approaching his
table and bent down rather quickly towards Brain and he flinched.  The
flinch was a reactive one due to the prior episode he had just endured.
The man sensed Brian's apprehension and slowly placed the object he had
picked up down on the table.  The man was evidently concerned and asked
Brian if he was OK and stated that he didn't look all that well.  Brain
was still staring at what had been placed on the table, it was the
pamphlet from the museum and it must have fallen from his jacket when it
fell to the floor earlier. The man leaned in towards Brian and it was
then that he got a whiff of his Old Spice and he heard the man say, "You
were a good boy toy and Uncle Catch is proud of you" and he then walked
away to the front door and outside.

Brian's mind was now reeling, because the name that the man used was the
screen name of one of the guys he had chatted with online about wanting
to be a boy toy and how he wanted to be raped.  Now he realized that the
rape and pain he had endured was all due to a wish that he had made.
Brian made a mental note to make sure the next time that he was in that
chat room that he thanked the deliverer of that big dick and the
successful conversion of Brian to a real boy toy.