Date: Tue, 04 Dec 2001 08:46:21 -0600
From: Balboa delFond <balboadelfond@hotmail.com>
Subject: Break Me In

1
	I like to go to the fitness club and flirt in the shower. Mostly straight
guys are there, but I like the thrill of something unexpected happening.
When I first saw Del I immediately wanted him to dominate me. There was just
something about him.
	As he stood next to me in the shower, I didn't know if he was straight or
what, but he had a quality that made me very curious. Back at my locker I
saw him again, standing there defiantly combing his hair, arms up,
presenting his full nudity. My eyes went to his cock, which hung slightly to
one side, and I felt a tickle in my asshole.
	I was suddenly very much aware of being naked in front of him. In my
triggered sexual imagination I saw myself doing whatever he wanted and
instantly I felt an aroused swelling in my perineum which radiated up to my
cock in one direction and back to my anus in the other. I still wasn't sure
if he was straight, but I didn't care. When I saw him looking at my half
erect cock I gave it little twitch.
	Then I bent over to dry my feet and made sure my ass and balls were right
up there where he could see them. After I dragged out this pose as long as I
could, I turned around and saw him still combing his hair, except his cock
was standing almost straight out and to one side.
2
	He had a place he could take me. On the way there I told him, "I want to be
dominated." He didn't say a word.
	His friend's apartment was sparse with only a few furnishings and a vase
with a bouquet of green bamboo branches.
	"Strip."
	It was like he already knew what I wanted. We both stripped quickly and
then he ran his hands all over me, scooping up my nipples and snapping them
with his finger to make them hard. Then he felt my ass. He wedged a finger
in to feel my anus and I saw his cock twitch up from half an erection to a
hard stiff one that stuck up at a high angle and a little to the right. From
my viewpoint I was looking straight down on his piss hole which had now
stretched wide open like the mouth of a little fish. The head was
streamlined and sloped back, which should make it easy to penetrate my
semi-virgin hole.
	So to entice him even more I turned and flaunted my rear end, spreading it
nice and wide. I felt his hands back there spreading it even wider, checking
out the opening. He guided me over to a chair next to the bamboo branches so
he could sit down for a better look.
	"Show me your asshole again, like you did before."
	Good. He was giving me orders and I loved it. I obeyed by bending over and
giving him a real eyeful, winking my anal opening, pushing it out and then
pulling it in real tight in a kind of message that said, "Butcher it. Make
it good and messy."
	I felt my teenage erection all the way down the shaft of my penis and
spread into the fattening mound of my perineum and circle back around my
anus. My cock, my crotch, my asshole were all one big engorged erection.
When I felt his fingers probing around my hole, checking out every little
crease and fold, it was like he was jacking me off.

3
	He told me to get on my back on the couch and pull my knees up. He lubed up
his finger and slid it deep up my rectum, checking it out, up, down and all
around. Here and there he would stop and dwell on something he felt, some
crease or fold of skin, anything that interested him, then slowly he pulled
his finger out at an angle in such a way as to force my anus slightly inside
out, trying to see the pink inner skin. Even though it hurt a little, I was
glad I was giving him such a thrill.
	Then he did something no one else had ever done. He slid his finger up my
ass and pushed up hard on my prostate. I felt a big drop of pre-come
dislodge from that place in my rectum and force its way up the underside of
my stiff penis and ooze out the hole.
	"Oh, yea," he said, very satisfied with what he'd done. He continued
rubbing my prostate, milking me into a mess of clear, stringy liquid that
pooled on my stomach.

4
	Suddenly someone came in the room and I jumped up, covering my erection. It
was a skinny Asian man, quite old, and with a mean look. He called Del over
for a discussion, but Del didn't bother to hide his erection. Then Del came
back to me and said, "he wants you to do something for him or we both have
to leave." I didn't want to leave.
	The Asian man left the room and returned naked. His ribs showed and his
nipples were almost black. His had a small, uncircumcised penis in a nest of
wiry black pubic hair. From a closet he removed a video camera on a tripod.
	"Not my face," I said, thinking he was going to film Del and I having sex.
	"Don't worry," Del said. "It's not your face he wants. Lie on the floor. On
your back."
	I gladly obeyed his order, having no idea what was going to happen. As Del
straddled my face I looked up and saw his balls hanging down, and his
hairless scrotum with a dark line down the middle that ran back and vanished
between his ass. There was a thick vein on the right underside of his penis
which was now hanging half erect. I assumed we were going to do a 69 and my
mouth watered at the thought of sucking his those big balls and that
fascinating cock. But without any warning he hooked his arms under my legs
and pulled them back, pinning me down with my ass up and spread so wide I
couldn't keep my anus closed. I felt it stretch open just enough so that the
air breathed freely in and out of my rectum. Was he going to rim me?
	The skinny Asian man went over to the vase and removed one of the green
bamboo canes, slightly bigger around than a pencil. He swished it through
the air in a few practice strokes. I felt my anus contract out of fear and I
wanted to keep it closed, but the stretched posture Del had put me in pulled
it back open, like a sticky mouth, just enough to feel the air pass in.
	As the old man positioned himself, Del pinned me down even harder so I
couldn't move and for the first time I felt the helpless abandonment of my
body to total domination. I knew the old Asian man was going to whip me, but
I said nothing. The first stroke of the cane hit me hard across the buttocks
and I cried out. It was much more painful than I expected. Another stroke
quickly followed and as I cried out again I saw Del's cock instantly pump up
to full erection. The old Asian man whipped me over and over with the bamboo
cane and the more my body involuntarily tried to twist away from the lashes,
the tighter Del held me so the whipping could continue. The old man beat me
with more force than I would have expected, considering his size, and not
only that, each lash hit firm and hard exactly where he wanted it to land.
There were no missed strokes.
	"Turn him to the other side," said the old man.
	Del pulled me over at an angle and I felt stroke after stroke land with
perfect aim all around my crotch and then right on the anus itself. I
screamed like an animal being eaten alive. Tears poured down my face as I
looked up at Del's balls and his rock hard cock. My desperate screams only
seemed to inspire the old man to whip me harder, hitting every bare place
possible, my buttocks, my perineum, my anus, anywhere he could aim a lash.
	I heard Del say, "OK, he's had enough," but the old man said curtly, "No!"
and let out such a furry of lashes that I lost control of my bladder,
urinating all over myself. Seeing this, the Asian man whipped me with a
hateful furry and there was some kind of strange unification, a kind of deep
intimacy between of my screams and the lash of his cane.
	The old man stopped only when he ran out of energy. Del loosened his grip
on my legs and a wave of tears gushed down my face in a feeling that I never
had before. A feeling of total domination. My ass was like a burning fire
and made even more intense by the pool of urine in which I was sitting. The
old man's small cock fully erect, with the head peeking half way through his
foreskin. He put the cane back in the vase with the others, then approached
me. He made a motion for Del to push my legs up again so he could have a
closer look at what he'd done.
	Then he ordered me to get on my knees in front of him. He grabbed my jaw
and looked at me with contempt, like he hated me. Then he took a handful of
my hair and pulled my mouth over his small penis and roughly pumped my face
as if it were my ass. I felt his wiry pubic hair and pubic bone repeatedly
hit my nose like a fist. His cock was moist and salty. In a short while I
heard just one grunt from low in his throat and then tasted his semen. When
he was through he pulled my face away from his cock and looked at me again
with hateful contempt, then rudely pushed my head back and said, "OK. He's
all yours."
5
	I looked at Del's cock and saw a huge gob of pre-come running out from his
open piss hole and down the underside of his cock. I wanted more than
anything to taste it, but I dutifully awaited his next order. My cock was
limp, but in a way I still don't fully understand I was immensely aroused.
	"Get on your back and pull your legs up. It's my turn to see what he did to
you."
	I obeyed.
	"Oh my. He really got you good." I felt his finger trace along a welt than
ran from my perineum down to my anus. "Wait til you see it in the mirror."
	He pushed my legs up a little higher and I felt the head of his cock
finding its target, that oozing, wide open piss hole of his getting me right
in the very center of my anus, not to one side or the other, but right in
the very middle.
	"I'm sort of virgin there," said, hoping he would understand. But he
ignored me and proceeded with his own pleasure. When he pushed the slim head
of his penis through the painful welt across my anus it hurt, but hurt good.
I wanted his cock in my ass. I wanted to submit to his superior age and
experience. But when it got to the inner sphincter, it hurt like the
whipping. I was too tight. My cry of pain didn't stop him from holding me
down and shoving it all the way up my ass.
	I felt the welts on my asshole as his cock pushed in and out, showing me no
more mercy than old man did when he was whipping me. But this was what I
wanted, wasn't it? I wanted him to hurt me, split me open, wound me. Through
the pain of my anal penetration I felt a satisfaction that my ass was no
longer virgin or even semi-virgin. All that junior high poke-hole stuff with
the neighborhood kids was nothing compared to this--fucked by a real man
with a man's cock. He fucked me, and I mean REALLY fucked me, good and
rough, right through the painful tightness of my virgin hole, angling his
cock in every direction, trying to hit my prostate or anywhere else that
would hurt. And I craved it. I didn't want it to stop. I had so much
pre-come on my stomach that it was running over my sides like the piss that
had been whipped out of me by the old Asian man.
	Del stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass and I thought he had
ejaculated, but no, he wanted a look at the damage he'd done to the
tightness of my anal opening. He examined the hole very carefully and then
put all four fingers into the stretched opening all the way to the knuckles,
and when he pulled them out, he hooked his finger tips on the inside of my
anal ring to pull out as many lobes of pink stretched skin as possible. I
was totally his, and to show it I reached down with my own hands and pulled
my thoroughly whipped ass a little wider apart for him and said, "See what
you did, huh? See what you did to me?"
	"Yea," he said, staring down at my anus, which couldn't be open any wider
for him.
	He thrust his cock back in again and I wished he could hurt me this way for
hours, angling his penis to stab my young rectum from every direction,
forcing even more pre-come out my limp cock.
	When I saw his eyes roll back and his face contract, I knew he was
beginning to ejaculate. Then he erupted into a volley of deep grunts I would
get to know well as the semen spurted out into the deepest part of my
rectum.
	I held him on top of me, and squeezed my anus over and over again around
his shrinking cock to show him how much I loved it. Then I gently expelled
his cock from my anal opening.
	He checked inside my rectal cavity again with his fingers, shoving almost
his whole hand up my stretched and burning sore anus. Then he slowly pulled
his fingers out again, bringing with them as much of the inner anus as he
could.
	"Oh, yea," he said, holding his hand up, gaping at all the filthy semen
dripping from his fingers.