Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2004 11:53:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Lake <matthew_lake@yahoo.com>
Subject: intolerable-cruelty-3

Hello there.  Thanks for tuning in again...  This story continues to move
in directions I had not predicted at the outset, but I've really enjoyed
all of the suggestions you've emailed, and the IM conversations I've had
with several of you about the characters and the plot.  In particular, I
send a shout out to my new friend Dan from Atlanta who has been
particularly helpful in helping me think out some plot points.  And also to
a special fan from Oregon-you know who you are.  Please send comments to
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Previously, in Intolerable Cruelty...

Anthony stepped off the couch and headed towards his bed.  "Get your ass
over here.  It's time for the main event.  My bone is so fucking hard I
might not even get it completely buried in your ass pussy before I shoot.
But it will sure be fun trying."

Panic swept through me as I stood up and approached the bed where I was
promised to lose my virginity.

* * * * *

And now for the exciting continuation...

"Get on the bed like a fucking dog," Anthony said, motioning to the double
bed in front of him.  My movements were slow as I reluctantly crossed the
room, my hard cock pointing the way.  I climbed on from the foot, and
looked to my right, my gaze level with Anthony's fuck stick, standing
proudly inches away from my head.  His foreskin was pulled back, exposing
most of his cockhead.  The rigid shaft stood perpendicular from his bed of
pubes, the head bright red, bordering on purple, and I swear I could see
his pulse throb through its length, each beat causing a little more clear
pre to ooze onto the tip.

"Your nut sucking and ass licking has made my cock as hard as it's ever
been, bitch."  My eyes flashed up to Anthony's momentarily before finding
his cock again.  He was looking down at me, a half-smirk on his lips.
"There's so much cock-snot on the end of my pole, you'd think it had gone
and caught a cold.  Why don't you give it a big, sloppy kiss hello and
clean some of that shit off?"  Anthony leaned forward, and met me halfway.
Like I was in a trance, my tongue reached out before me to cradle his
helmet and guide it safely to my waiting hole.  Forming a seal with my lips
just past the corona, I swirled my tongue quickly around the inch or so in
my mouth, and then drilled hard at his cockslit, tasting a combination of
Anthony's pre-cum and something very acrid; I guessed it to be the last few
drops of the piss he had taken before letting me into the garage.

"Fuck yeah.  You must really love my fucking dick."  He was right.  I did
love the feel of his cock in my mouth, so much so I was reluctant to let
this intimate kiss end.  "Let this be your third rule, faggot.  You are
always to greet my cock, the object of your affection, wit h a wet sloppy
kiss.  The same is true when you bid it farewell."  With that, Anthony
slowly pulled out, as I dragged my lips over the shaft and head, sucking
hard to keep him in me.  As he broke free, Anthony circled his shaft at the
base with his thumb and index finger, stroking the length of his tool.
Just free of my mouth, one final drop of clear liquid oozed from the tip.
Guiding his cock with his hand, Anthony rubbed it off on my bottom lip
before standing upright, and pulling the object of my lust from within my
reach.  "Tell me you understand rule three, queer boy."

Looking up to meet his eyes, I said, "Lake's third rule is to say hello and
good-bye to your cock with a kiss."

"And the first two again?"

"Never cum without permission," I paused slightly, almost imperceptibly,
"and always follow your commands; no hesitation."  As fogged as my brain
was with lust for Anthony's cock in this moment, I was amazed that I could
draw the first two out so quickly.

"I'm impressed."  Anthony wasn't mocking, for once.  His warm palm again
cupped my face as his thumb spread the drop of pre he had deposited on my
lip across them.  Recalling the hard slap that had followed earlier, I
braced myself, not sure what to expect.  I felt him push his thick thumb
inside me, and I sucked it gently, instinctually, the faint taste of him
made my cock throb as my eyes closed.  "For being a good little slut, and
answering me promptly, you get lube for your first fuck."  He pulled his
thumb from me and I looked over to him as he bent down beside the bed to
pick up a tube of lotion.  Bent over, his cheeks parted slightly, I could
see the moist hairs curling out from his hole.  Unbelievably, I felt myself
getting turned on by the thought of being allowed to lick his funky hole
again.  And just as quickly, he was standing back up.

Walking around behind me, I could feel his weight on the bed as he sat down
on the edge by my feet.  I flinched a little when I felt his palm on my ass
cheek.  "Don't be scared, little one.  You've had your tongue in my ass.
We have no secrets." Anthony spoke in a gentle voice, firm, calm and
soothing.  He groped the cheek, rubbing from one side of my ass to the
other, wandering up to the small of my back, and then exploring the other
cheek the same way.  His hand felt hot on my flesh.  I felt a tear roll
down my face.  Still rubbing with one hand, he parted me with the thumb and
forefinger of the other.  "Damn that's a beautiful rosebud, you little
whore."  The rubbing stopped, and I felt his finger circle the outside of
my hole.  I wasn't ready for this.  I didn't want this to be happening.
Not here, not now, not him.  More tears silently followed the first as
shame washed over me.

Anthony's hands left me, and I felt him shove two pillows under my chest.
"I need you to spread yourself for me.  Use your hands, and answer my
questions, while I get you ready, little one."  I let my weight rest fully
on the pillows as I moved my hands back to pull my cheeks apart.  My head
sloped to the bed, raising my ass even more.  It was humiliating to be told
to expose my most private self in this way, and apparently I didn't move
fast enough, or spread far enough, because I felt Anthony's hard slap on my
flesh, pushing me forward an inch or so.  He pulled me back by my hips.
"You better be fucking thankful for this lube, faggot.  It's a kindness I'm
showing you.  It would be just as hot, maybe hotter, for me to bone you
dry.  But I don't want to wreck your queer ass, I just wanna fuck it.  Now
get your hands back here and spread yourself as wide as you'll go."  This
time, I didn't hesitate.

My tears had slowed by the time I felt the cool cream squeeze out of the
tube into my crack just above my hole.  Anthony's finger again started to
work the outer edge of me, slowly pulling my hole from one angle, then
another.  "What have you had in your ass, chilito?  Make sure you are
complete in your response."  I thought fast and hard, but only came up with
one response.

"My finger, sir."  I revised quickly.  "Actually, three of my fingers, the
middle three but only one at a time.  My finger is the only thing.  Ever."
He pushed the first knuckle of his own thick digit into my hole and held it
there, wiggling slightly.

"I'll believe that.  How often do you finger your hole, slut?"

"Sometimes when I jack off."  I had to think.  "Maybe once or twice a week.
Not every time."  I felt him start to push his finger deeper into me before
pulling out completely.

"You'll be smart if you learn fast to push out when something's trying to
get in your ass, little one."  Anthony's finger returned almost
immediately, this time pushing a pile of lube ahead of it.  I took his
advice, and he slid in pretty easily, though the fit was still tight.  "How
deep have you been?"  His finger was fully buried in me now, and I could
feel him corkscrew it, pushing out the walls of my ass passage.

"You're already deeper than I've ever been.  I've only ever put the first
two knuckles of my middle finger in."  He withdrew again, and this time,
even pushing out, I felt my ass ring resist as he returned with two
fingers, again jamming more lube into my tunnel.  He worked the fingers in
fast and hard, and began to scissor them in an attempt to open me up
faster.  "Damn you're a tight fucker.  I can't wait to make your cherry ass
mine."  His stretching of me was uncomfortable, and turned downright
painful when he added his third digit, but I remained hard through the
whole ordeal, my dick now buried between the two pillows beneath me.  "Your
ass is almost ready to be my cum dump now."  A few more thrusts and then
some minor relief as he pulled one finger out.  And then I felt a direct
infusion of lube right from the tube into my hole.  Anthony was really
packing me full.  At least for that, I was thankful.  Finally pulling out
completely, I felt him slap my ass again, but gently this time.

 "Turn and face the mirror, but keep your ass here on the edge of the bed."
Anthony motioned me with his hand, pulling the pillows away and I turned
ninety degrees.  Looking in the mirror, I saw myself through new eyes.  A
small framed teenage boy knelt on the bed before me.  He had the same short
brown hair I had always had, but it was disheveled now, pulled here and
there where Anthony had grabbed fists of it to guide his cocksucker.  The
boy's pale chest, shoulders and neck were red with the flush of sex, and,
perhaps I was imagining it, but I thought I could see a faint handprint on
his tear-stained cheek.  His hard dick dangled below him, parallel to his
body, balls pulled up tightly to its base.  His ass was in the air and
Anthony stood in dark contrast, facing it from behind, a genuine smile on
his face.

"Now you see what I see, little one.  You see yourself.  The self you have
become.  The self I have made you into."  He was right.  The slutty boy I
saw on the bed was me.  "Look at me, chilito.  I want to see your eyes."
He captured my brown eyes with his strong gaze, pausing for a moment.  "You
have done things tonight that no man would do.  You have sucked my cock,
and swallowed my load.  You have tried to get closer to me just to smell my
body.  You have licked my balls and you have eaten my asshole."  My eyes
dropped to the bed as my head slumped.  Everything Anthony had said was
true.  A sharp slap of my right ass cheek prompted me to look back up, and
again I was captured in Anthony's stare.

"But as yet, you have not had a man's cock in your ass.  You have not had
your ass made into a pussy."  I felt it then, the head of his cock at my
hole, the pressure of it, skin against skin.  I felt myself wince.  "And
you will not leave here tonight without a pussy, little one.  You know that
don't you.  You know that after you take my cock, you will never again be
fucked without thinking of your first, my face will flash through your head
every time, no matter how many cocks this slutty ass takes in your
lifetime."  I stared him down.  Even on my hands and knees, looking at
Anthony standing behind me, feeling the head of his cock pressing against
my asshole, I stared him down.  The thought of actually being fucked was
less frightening to me suddenly than the thought of Anthony being my
first. I felt my asshole twitch with anticipation, and I wished for a
different moment.

Trying to escape, I closed my eyes and wished for everything to change.  In
my mind's eye, it was Jamie at my hole, and I on my back looking up at him.
My heart was racing; my breath was shallow.  My hands gripped his strong
biceps, and I could almost see love in his eyes, buried beneath the lust
and his desire for me, for this consummating act.  With Jamie, I knew the
fuck would bring us closer, would make us one.  I could feel gentle power
under his smooth skin, the beauty of his features gazing down on me.  I
could see him holding off his own pleasure, waiting for me.  I could hear
his whisper to me, "Tell me you're ready.  Tell me you want me."

Lost in my fantasy, I heard the words escaping my lips.  "I'm ready.  I
want you.  I'm yours."  Realizing my mistake, my eyes opened just in time
to register the sight of shock on my face in the mirror as Anthony began to
push into me, his hands firmly on my shoulders, preventing my escape.

"I knew you fucking wanted it all along, you faggot whore," he said as he
continued his pressure, forging deeper into me.  "Take me.  Take every
fucking inch."

The screams ripped from my throat.  "No.  Stop.  Please.  Stop.  Don't do
this."  Time seemed to slow down as Anthony impaled himself fully in me.
He misjudged my cry.  Holding himself in me completely, he responded.

"I know it hurts, little one, but give it a second.  The pain will ease.
This is something we both want.  Just let it happen."  Tears again streamed
down my face.  This was not at all something I wanted, although there was
only minor pain.  Anthony had done a surprisingly thorough job of lubing
me, the only tenderness he had remotely shown me.  My tears were shed
because this moment was lost on me forever.  Anthony was right that he
would always be the first man to sheath himself in my anal passage.  I
could not stop the tears from falling.

Still deeply in me, I felt his hands pulling my shoulders upright.
Suddenly, Anthony had his chest pressed tightly against my back, his arms
encircled me, holding me to him. I felt myself sink onto his massive stalk.
Pushing himself as far into me as he could go, I felt him grind his pubic
bone against mine.

Holding me like that, I felt him pull out slightly, and then thrust back
in.  Another pull, and another thrust.  Short jabs into me at a staccato
pace.  I was sure at this rate, as long as Anthony had been holding out,
that he would not last long.  It was a slight relief, and I felt my head
falling back. Leaning against his strong shoulder, his cheek pressed to
mine.  I could feel his breath against my ear as he hammered into me
urgently.

"God I love fucking this tight pussy.  From the minute you had your lips
wrapped around my pinga, I knew you were born to take cock, but nothing
could beat the feel of this ass."  And with that, his tongue found my ear,
first just toying with the lobe, and then more furiously exploring the
planes.  The sensations went right to my cock, and a moan escaped my lips.

Anthony released me, and I fell forward, supporting myself again with my
hands.  Altering pace, Anthony began to take longer strokes, rotating his
hips as he drove into me, and on the third, he hit my prostate.  I gasped
hard, the force of pleasure making me whimper as my entire ass clenched
hard around Anthony's dick.  "Oh god.  Oh god that's fucking amazing. Yes."

"Yeah, bitch.  Tell me you love my cock.  Milk it with your ass.  Work that
load out," he encouraged, finding my prostate again, and furthering the
cycle.  My senses were so overloaded, I was blocking signals from
everything but my ass.  I couldn't hear or see or feel anything but
Anthony's shaft ramming my sex button again and again.  I was speaking, but
I couldn't hear the words.  I had never felt anything so good in my life.
I never wanted these sensations to stop.

And then it was too much for my body to handle.  I felt the contractions in
my abs long before I started to shoot ropey strands of cum, but knowing it
was going to happen and stopping it from happening were two very different
things.  I came harder than I ever have before, shouting a warning in case
Anthony was misreading these signs, "Oh god.  I'm coming.  Oh god, Jamie,
I'm coming."

I had only shot once when I felt the emptiness of losing the cock in my
ass.  "You fucking cunt," I heard Anthony yelling from behind me.  By the
time I had shot again, I could feel one hand on my arm and the other on my
shoulder as I was pulled up from the bed, still in the midst of my orgasm.
"How dare you call out his name while I am in your fucking ass."  A third
and fourth shot erupted as I felt myself slammed up against the wall, my
arm twisted behind me painfully.  "You stupid fucking faggot cockslut.  I'm
going to make you pay."

Anthony was pressed hard up against me, smashing me into the drywall, my
cheek scraping the paint, as the final dribbles of my load trickled from my
deflated cock.  I felt terrified and empty, and was unable to process how
the latter was at all important given the former, though I felt them with
equal intensity.  Pressed fully up against me, I could feel that Anthony
was still hard.  He twisted and pushed at my pinned arm, and I cried out in
pain, "Fuck.  You're really hurting me."

"Fucking right I'm hurting you.  I haven't even begun to hurt you yet," and
he pushed my arm further for affect, as I cried out.  "I thought you were
coming along, you pathetic queer, so I was really going easy on you.  But
now I can see my mistake.  If you want to play who's the boss, that's fine
with me.  I'll show you who the fucking boss is."  And still pressing me
hard against the wall with his body, I felt his hand between us, pulling
apart my thighs, aligning his cock again with my hole.

He tore into me violently with his first thrust.  "I'm the fucking boss,"
he screamed into my ear.  He thrust again hard into me.  "I'm the fucking
boss and I'm your fucking world."  His jabs were painful now, and after my
orgasm, my mind and body were much less interested in accommodating him.
"You live to serve me.  You will come to know this."  He punctuated each
sentence with a balls deep slam of his cock into me, pressing me sometimes
so hard into the wall the breath was knocked out of me.

And then he began to really fuck me hard.  His thrusts started out painful,
and began to grow more so.  Less on the inside of my hole than the edges of
it and muscle ring.  Of course, my body ached from the near constant wall
banging.  Anthony was right about this fuck hurting.  My body, which had
been feeling such intense pleasure only minutes ago, was now feeling
equally intense pain at his hands.  Tears again started to flow down my
face, as I began to wonder if I was bleeding.  I only hoped that he would
come quickly and put an end to this assault on my person.  My body was a
vehicle, merely a receptacle for his cock, his anger, his cum.

He pistoned in and out of me so furiously, I felt my body slowly going
limp, held up by the will of his fuck.  He was breathing heavy right into
my ear, and began to whisper, "You are a fucking worthless hole.  You are
nothing.  You are not worthy of my cock or my load.  But you will take it.
You will take it on my terms.  Right here.  Right now."  And with that, he
slammed fully into me, holding himself tightly to me, pressing me so hard
against the wall, I feared we would leave an impression.  He came for a
long time, and I imagined I could feel every spurt of his cock burning my
insides.

His mouth was directly on my ear as he whispered again.  "I fucking own you
now.  I've made a pussy out of you.  In fact, you've taken my load in your
bloody gash, and I flow through your veins now, you worthless faggot.  I am
a part of your DNA.  You can never change that."

With a final lick of my ear, he pulled away from me.  I was unprepared to
catch myself and I fell to the ground, landing on my side.  I rolled
slightly onto my back.  Long minutes seemed to pass.  I slowly became more
aware of my surroundings, and the emptiness I felt in my ass.  I longed to
be filled again, if not by Anthony any time soon.  I heard what sounded
like piss hitting toilet water, and this was confirmed as I saw Anthony
walk out of the bathroom next to the closet.  He walked up to me, towering
above me.

"Oh, on more thing," he said, pausing.  "You forgot rule number one.  You
came without my permission."  And then I felt his foot connect hard with my
balls, blinding pain flashing through my abdomen as I curled into the fetal
position a wail escaping my lips.  I sobbed naked on Anthony's floor until
I had no more tears to shed.

And then I felt a nudge in my back.  Anthony was prodding me with his foot.
"It's time for you to get the fuck up and get the fuck out.  I felt my
clothes fall on top of me in a heap.  I slowly sat up, the pain mostly
gone.  My body was tired and ached everywhere.  Moving my legs, I could
feel my skin pull uncomfortably against the dried residue of lube and cum.

I stood up slowly, fearfully.  I pulled on my Hanes briefs.  My shorts and
t-shirt.  "Hurry the fuck up."  I tried to move more quickly as I headed
towards the door.  Anthony was still completely naked, although he wasn't
hard anymore.  As I started to walk past him, Anthony stopped me.  "Hey
fuckhead.  You're forgetting something.  And you get no more passes.  Kiss
it good-bye."  I knew exactly what he meant in the second he said it.  The
very thought of it made me sick to my stomach.  "Kiss it now or I'm gonna
kick you in the balls again, and this time for real."

I dropped to one knee, and leaned forward, hoping a quick peck would
suffice.  I was mistaken.  "Take it all.  In fact, clean it off for me."
Nearly retching, I took the tool of my violation back into my mouth and
worked my tongue on it.  My taste buds were polluted with a combination of
lube, cum, urine and blood.  As I began to pull off, Anthony reached down
and retracted his foreskin.  "Get it all, fuckwad."  I finished the job to
his satisfaction, and he pulled it from my mouth, replacing the skin around
the head.  I stood up and moved to the stairs.  "I'll see you Wednesday,
unless I call on you before that.  And you better not forget the fucking
rules, asswipe."  And then the door was slamming behind me.

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