Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 03:39:33 -0700 From: aj_singapore@hushmail.com Subject: Knifepoint! Knifepoint! Story by AJ (aj_singapore@hushmail.com). Send me your comments Disclaimer: This story involves anal sex between two teenage boys. If you're offended by that, then don't read on. Make sure it is legal in your country to read erotic stories. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It was just another day after school. I was tired and just wanted to go home and rest. When the bus came, I rushed up along with other people. There was some slowdown in front, and because I was already stepping up, the sudden halt in movement caused me to bump into the guy in front of me. Obviously I couldn't have stepped down again, so I stood on the edge of the step, my body very close to the guy in front. He turned around and gave me a look. He was about my age, about sixteen. Well I was tired and couldn't be bothered what he thought. The bus ride went without event and I was getting sleepier by the minute. When I got off the bus, before I took three steps the guy I bumped into was next to me. "Hey, hey you," he said. I paused, to confirm if he was talking to me. Well, yes he was. "Yes?" I asked wearily, only wanting to go home to my nice soft bed. He pulled my sleeve and walked right next to me. "Attitude problem huh?" he asked. Shit. He misinterpreted my tired "Yes?" for an arragont one. I felt something sharp jab me in the side. "Follow me," he said. "You need to be taught a lesson." I was pretty sure, if I wanted to, I could just run away. Even if he caught me I could fight him off. But when a knife is involved and you're not the one holding it, then screw the odds. I was safer following him and doing whatever he wanted. Since at this point I hadn't been beaten up yet, nor robbed, I assumed I was pretty safe. Anyway, it would have been hard to do anything where we were now, what with so many people around. We were heading towards a shopping center. "Don't you dare try to run, or else you know what will happen..." "Hey, hey, relax. I'm not going to run, okay? Just tell me what you want or something," I replied. "Go," he just said, still pulling me. We entered the shopping center, and he headed for the top floor. I suddenly got a sick feeling in me as I tried to guess where he was going. After a few more steps, I was proved right. He was heading towards the toilets. I tried to think of whatever he would want to do in a public toilet. Maybe a blowjob? Yuck. Hopefully a handjob? What else could he want? The toilet was empty. He pushed me into am empty cubicle. It wasn't a very hard push, so at least I knew his intention wasn't to beat me up or something. He locked the cubicle door, then faced me. "You know why you're here?" "Well I guess you weren't happy when I accidentally bumped into you..." I started. "That and the way you didn't think you were wrong," he replied. "But I didn't mean to..." "Shut up," he cut me off. "Take off your pants." With a knife pointed at me, of course I complied. Not used to being so naked in front of a complete stranger, I started to get an erection. "Your briefs too. And take them off completely," he commanded. He reached out his hand and I handed him my pants and underwear. He put the pants aside and bunched my underwear into a ball. "Open your mouth." Now I was getting confused. "What are you doing?" "Open it!" he raised his voice a little. He stuffed my underwear into my mouth, essentially gagging me. "We can do this nice and quick, or slow and painful. If you try screaming or making any noise, you're the naked one here, remember. I don't think you would like to be seen naked in public?" I nodded, fear in my throat. "Turn around." I now faced the toilet bowl. I heard him fumbling in the bag he was carrying with him. I then felt something covering my mouth, and felt him tying something. "This," he said as he pulled the knot tight. "This is to make sure you don't make a noise." Resigned to the situation, I tried to take things in. For one, underwear that has been worn for ten hours isn't very nice to be put in the mouth. Only the thought that it was my own 'makings' prevented me from getting sick. "Kneel," he said, guiding my body downwards. He positioned me such that my stomach was on the toilet seat. He shifted me sideways a little to give space for my head. This was going to be bad. I heard him unzip and pull down his pants. A while later, I felt his hands on my butt, spreading my ass hole. I felt something touch it. "Relax, okay?" I heard him whisper. Something, his dick, of course, went into me. He went in slow, but it hurt like hell. After a long time, I felt it stop moving. I guessed it was all the way in. Sure felt bad, and my ass muscles were squeezing it hard too, making it feel worse. He built up momentum, moving in and out, slowly at first. I was hurting so much but could only manage soft "Uggh"s with each movement. I forced my ass muscles to relax, and the pain got a little less. Each time his dick went all the way in, I felt my body spasm. I didn't know whether to feel pain or ecstasy. He was trying to make it last, going faster, then slower. My hands suddenly felt tired, and I realised I was gripping the toilet seat very hard. I was also getting a major erection, and my kneeling position was pressing my dick against the toilet seat. I shifted a little to free my dick, then reached over and started rubbing it. He saw me do all that, and muttered, "Faggot..." The extent of his word hit me, and I felt pathetic. Here I was, getting butt-fucked for the first time, and I was enjoying myself. A tear appeared on my eyes, but the pleasure I was getting from the rubbing was so good I just could not bear to stop. Suddenly his tempo increased a lot, and he was muttering "Uh... uh... uh..." I felt his fingers grip me hard, then he pulled my ass towards him in a sudden movement, jamming his dick all the way up my ass. I gasped at the sudden pain, but he held me tight. "Aaah... aaah... aaaahh..." I felt his cum fill me. His dick now softening, the exit wasn't very painful, although it still hurt like hell. He pressed my ass cheeks close. "Squeeze your ass, keep my juice inside, you dirty little faggot." As much as it hurt doing so, I obeyed. He took off the gag, then made me stand up, although I had a little trouble after that fuck. He took my underwear out of my mouth, and told me to put them on. I really felt like shitting, not sure if I really needed to shit, or it was because of the fucking. But he told me to keep his cum in me, and I didn't dare disobey him. My vision was blurry from the tears. "Put your pants on, then follow me out. Stay with me all the way to the bus stop. If you let loose your ass, you'll dirty your pants and everyone will think you shit in your pants. So I suggest you better squeeze that tight ass of yours all the way home, you gay boy. I'll make sure you get on your bus and not rush to some toilet." It was tough, and I barely made it home. I quickly fumbled for the lock, then ran to the toilet and quickly took off my pants and underwear. I sat on the toilet bowl and my ass just went. I felt some wet stuff oozing out, but nothing else. Yet the urge to shit was still there. The humiliation of what happened earlier came back to me and I started sobbing. But invariably my mind thought of the pleasure I was getting. As I sat there with cum oozing out of my ass and tears rolling down my cheeks, my hand starting massaging and rubbing my dick. When I came, it was the best orgasm I ever had in my life.