Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2000 21:27:11 GMT
From: Rick Frei <the_defenseman@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Weekend with Ben

(The following scene happened to me when I was visiting my friend Ben in
Ohio.  We had been out to dinner, then back to his apartment for a few
beers.  He disappeared upstairs---I thought he was just taking a shit,
until I heard the music and the sounds of weights hitting weights...)

Finally, after a full 20 minutes had passed, the music abruptly went
silent.  Then the clomping of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.  I
was about ready to give him shit for working out while we were partying,
when I saw him.  He was shirtless, his pecs and biceps pumped up to their
fullest, tattoos glistening.  He was wearing a pair of jeans and boots.  He
had a totally maniacal look in his eyes, although his face showed little
expression.

"What the fuck, man..."  Before I could finish my sentence, Ben grabbed me
by the back of the neck and smashed my face down on the padded arm rest on
the couch.  I was seeing stars

"Shut the fuck up!  Did I say you could talk?  Now strip!"

"What?"

Another smash onto the armrest.  "Are you deaf, you lousy faggot?  I SAID
STRIP!"  But I just sat there, stoned and stunned, my forehead throbbing.
Ben grabbed me around the throat and put his face inches from mine.

"If you are not out of those clothes in ten seconds, I swear I will choke
you till you pass out."  His eyes locked with mine, noses almost touching,
"You know I can do it."

I stumbled to my feet and stripped.

"Hands behind your back!  Stomach in!  Chest out!"  I stood at attention,
still comfused as to what was going on.  He reached down between my legs,
grabbed hold of my balls, and started to twist.  "Don't fucking move, or
I'll kick you fucking ass!"  He left the room for a second...my mind was
racing.

He came back in a minute later and put me in a headlock.  "Listen, you
worthless piece of shit, if you want to walk out of this apartment in one
piece at the end of this weekend, you gonna do exactly as I say!  If you
hesitate, I'll fucking beat you down!"  He hipped tossed me to the floor.

From the pocket of his camoflage pants, he produced a folded up piece of
paper.  "Read it.  Out loud."  I unfolded the paper and my face turned
bright crimson as I saw the words on the page.  They were pages from a
notebook that I must have left in Akron the last time I came to visit.  I
had been writing wrestling stories at the time---stories of pain,
degredation and humiliation, one of which was a fantasy about my firend
Ben.  Fuck...

"Read it!"

In a unsteady voice, I read my own handwriting...

"I have a fantasy about my friend Ben.  He's the skinhead-looking drummer
in my band.  He has an awesome body with some really hot tattoos.  Last
summer, I bought this sex wrestling video when I was in NYC called "Bootboy
Brawl"; two skinheads, a bigger one who looks a little a lot like Ben and
smaller one who looks somewhat like me.  In the video, the bigger skinhead
totally manhandles the smaller one and makes him endure prolonged torture
and multiple humiliating sexual submissions.  The bigger skin strips the
smaller one and then strips himself, showing off his huge thick rod.  The
submissions become more and more degrading as the smaller skinhead is
forced to endure humiliating punishments like ass rimming, boot licking,
armpit worship, spit, cock and ball torture, tit abuse.  The bigger skin
parades him in front of a huge mirror and verbally humiliates him.
Finally, the smaller skinhead is impaled on a huge dildo and the bigger guy
fucks his face until he blows."

"Every night for at least six months after I got the video, I would pack up
a big bong, sniff some poppers, put in the tape, put on some headphones,
turn the volume up real loud, and imagine that it was Ben doing all those
things to me.  I would estimate that I came at least 200 times to that
video..."

Ben turned on the TV.  There, in full glory, was the video.

"I found a copy of it on the Internet.  Nearly every night for the past
month, I've been pumping iron, sniffing some poppers, then watching this
video and jerking off.  I got this fucker memorized.  How about we watch it
together?" He led me to the couch and ordered me to spread my legs.  There
in the reflectiona across from me, was my cock, dripping precum like a
faucet.  The video continued to roll, with Ben throwing in an occassional
comment ("Ooh, that looks like it's gonna hurt!"  Ben would absently tug at
my nipple while calmly telling me how painful a particular maneuver was
gonna be and my cock bounced and strained.  By the time the video was over,
my whole body felt like one big sex organ, shivering with need.

He turned off the TV, uncapped a bottle of poppers and put them under my
nose.  He then sniffed deep from the bottle himself and grabbed me in a
bear hug, just the way the video started.  Volts of electricity shot up my
spine as he applied the pressure.  He literally picked me up and squeezed
with all his might.  The sensations in my back were incredibly painful, yet
incredibly arousing.  My cock throbbed and smeared precum all over Ben'
stomach.  He let off on the pressure for a bit, still holding me, my feet
dangling inches from the floor.  In a voice nearly identidcal to the bear
in the video, he whispered into my ear, "Are you ready for pain, boy?"

For the next hour, he subjected me to a blow-by-blow interpretation of the
video.  After the bear hug, he put me in a reverse headlock, my face buried
deep in his pit.  He dropped to an extended knee, driving the joint deep
into my tailbone.  He held me there, arched backwards, ravaging my balls
and nips.  "Beg for mercy, faggot!"  My mouth was buried in his pit and the
only noises I could make were muffled groans, his manscent deep in my nose.
He stood up and repeated the maneuver, just like in the video.  "Say I
submit Sir!"  He grabbed my sack and yanked viciously.

"AAAGGHHHH I SUBMIT SIR I SUBMIT SIR O GOD O GOD I SUBMIT
SIRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!"

He threw me to the hardwood floor with a thump, my back and tailbone in
serious pain.  He stood over me and held his boot over my mouth.  "You know
what to do, asshole!"  I submissively stuck out my tongue, totally
humiliated, and licked the grunge and grime from the soles of his boots.

Next, a torture rack.  He scooped me up like I was nothing, and flung me
over his shoulders, one arm around my neck in a choke hold, the other
hooked around my leg and grabbling my cock and balls.  He pulled down on
them mercilessly, just like in the video.  The pain in my crotch was
incredible and I begged for mercy, my arms flailing wildly.  He bounced up
and down, applying more and more pressure on my overarched back.  "I wanna
hear you call yourself a cocksucking faggot!"

"O GOD I'M A COCKSUCKING FAGGOT!  PLEASE SIR LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK!
AAAGGGHHHH!!!!"

Ben let go of me, letting me roll down his back and onto the floor.  I was
out of my mind in pain and I tried in desperation to crawl away.  Ben
grabbed me by one leg and dragged me over to the mirror, like a lifeless
slab of meat.  He stood with his booted foot firmly planted on my genitals,
grinding hard.  He flexed in the mirror, enjoying his dominance.  "All the
time we were friends, you wanted me to treat you like a cocksucking jobber.
Is this what you wanted?  Is it?"  He spread my legs in front of the
mirror, pulled me up into a sitting position, wrenched my arms behind my
back and pulled, getting leverage by burying his knee in my back.  He
unzipped his pants and out fell 8.5 inches of thick manhodd, springing
forth from a bush of curly brown pubes.  He rubbed it across the top of my
bald head, spreading precum on my forehead.

The wrestling holds continued---Boston crab, scissors, ab stretches, the
moves getting more and more painful, the submissions more and more
humiliating.  I tongue bathed every part of his body, licked his spit off
the hardwood floor, licked the precum (his and mine) he fed to me from his
fingers.  After punishments, more poppers, then another crippling hold.  I
yelled, screamed, called myself every degrading name in the book.  I begged
him to fuck my pussy cunt.

Ben sat on my back and arched me painfully in a camel clutch, my arms
hanging uselessly over his knees, his one hand yanking up on my chin.  With
the other hand, he reached under the couch and pulled out a 8" black rubber
dildo with a 4" rubber handle and a tub of vasoline.  He scooped out a
handful of lube and, reaching behind me with three fingers, plugged it up
my hole.  He inserted the tip of the dildo and I could feel my ass lips
wrap around and accept the head.  He pushed it in another four inches, the
long end of the dildo hanging from between my legs like a tail.

He flipped my onto my back, sat on my face, and pulled my legs up over my
shoulders, giving him full access to the dildo.  His ass cheeks were spread
wide and my tongue dug deep into his hole, the scent of his sweat and musky
ass driving me crazy.  I slurped like mad, biting into the meaty flesh and
wiggling my tongue all around his crack.  Every once in a while, he would
give the dildo a twist, sending spasms down my spine, driving my tongue
deeper into his hot hole.

Ben dismounted my face.  "Are you ready for the grand finale?" he asked,
just like in the video.  He grabbed my nipples and pulled me up into a
kneeling position, the dildo still jammed halfway up my hole.  He put his
hand on top of my head, just like in the video, and drove me down the full
length of the rubber pole, past the end of the dildo and half way down the
handle.  I screamed in agony and Ben shoved the poppers under my nose.  The
fumes took over as Ben literally picked me up and dropped me down, again
and again, painfully impaling me on the dildo, ripping my ass to shreds.
The poppers were totally in control of me now and soon Ben took his hand
off my head and I was still reaming myself wildly on the rubber fuckpole.
He stood before me, his halfhard tool dripping precum.  "You ready to slurp
my meat?"  I opened my mouth in anticipation of his tool.  But he just
wagged it in front of my face.  "Or should we try something else?  Up on
your feet, worthless shit!"  I scrambled to my feet, the dildo still deep
inside me.  He grabbed hold of the handle and marched me up the stairs into
the bedroom.

He pushed me onto the bed and started working the dildo inside of me,
slowly at first, then faster and faster.  I was thrashing around the
mattress, grinding my hips and moaning like a bitch in heat.  "Fuck, man,
you are such a fucking embarrassment to our sex..."

After 20 minutes of nonstop reaming, Ben grabbed me by the arm and
painfully dragged me to the floor.  He grabbed the belt from a pair of
pants and bound my hands behind my back.  I knelt there before him, my body
shaking, while his massive rod jutted only inches from my face.  He wiped
his cockhead and shaft across my lips.  "Get a good taste, faggot!"  He got
around behind me and yanked out the dildo with a loud sucking sound.  He
mounted me on the spot, the head of his cock splitting me in two like a
wedge.  He soaked a cotton ball in poppers and shoved it up my right
nostril.  "Hold on, pussy, I'm gonna take up to the moon!"  He thrust his
engorged prick into my hole; it was so hot, it felt like someone had shoved
a hot poker up my ass.  He buried his rod deep inside me, then pulled all
the way out, then back in again, his balls slapping against my ass, faster
and faster.  The friction was incredible and the combination of the poppers
and the gas made it feel like my asshole would burst into flames.

Ben mercilessly fucked me harder and harder and I damn near passed out in
agony.  Finally, just when I started to slip into unconsciousness, he
pulled out and faced me.  With one hand he pumped his throbbing pecker with
blinding speed.  With the other, he delivered a series of forehand and
backhand slaps across my face, my head snapping back and forth violently.

Ben screamed, "THIS (SLAP) IS (SLAP) HOW (SLAP) A (SLAP) MAN (SLAP) USES
(SLAP) HIS (SLAP) COCK!  AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!"  With a primal scream from
the depth of his soul, Ben arched his back and let loose with a torrent of
cum.  Steaming hot jism splattered across my face and chest.  He came and
came and came, load after load into my goatee, on top of my shaved head,
dripping from my nipples.  And still he came, shooting a load up one of my
nostrils and a final spurt that landed right on the head of my
insignificant little penis.  Ben held his cock there for a moment and, even
in its wilting state, it towered over mine, his dark red head and thick
shaft flopped on top of mine, completely covering it.

I looked up at him and he spit in my face.  He grabbed the dildo, and, with
one shove, buried it deep inside my fucked-raw asshole.  He turned off the
light and left me there, bound and sticky, the huge dildo impaling my ass.
I passed out.

I woke up on the bedroom floor seven hours later, at the crack of dawn, my
hands untied, but the dildo still crammed deeply up my ass.  I was bruised
and sore.  I got up and unwedged the dildo from my ass, then took a shower.
I went down into the kitchen and made some coffee.  Ben came down around
noon,.  He drank coffee and barely acknowledged my existence.  I buried my
head in the Sunday paper, in complete and abject shame.

About two miles from the airport, we pulled off into a gas station.  I
looked down at the gas tank---still over half full.  Ben went to the
counter, then came out with the bathroom key.  "Come with me," he growled.
Obiediently, I followed him around the corner to the back of the gas
station.  He unlocked the door, then shoved me in.

He undid his belt and pulled down his pants.  "All right, you cocksucking
toilet whore!  We got 45 minutes till your flight leaves.  If you miss it,
you're shit outta luck, cuz I can't bring home any more piece of shit
cocksuckers.  And we ain't leaving until I cum, so you better get to work."
He forced me to my knees, into a puddle of piss left by a previous patron
with bad aim.  He grabbed my head and pumped his thick cock in and out of
my mouth.  I sucked and slurped with all my might, running my tongue up and
down the thick shaft and swirling it around the head.  After ten minutes of
face fucking, Ben let out a scream, "Oh God, I'm gonna blow!  AAAAGGHHHH!"
I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat, then he abruptly pulled
out and baptized my face in a shower of cum.

"All right, asshole, I'm through with you.  You better move your ass, cuz
it's a long walk back to Philly."  I reached for some toilet paper to wipe
up, but Ben slapped my hand away.  "Leave it there, I want people to see
that I mark my territory. I got to my feet and we left the restroom
together.  When the door opened, a big, burly trucker was standing there,
waiting to use the can.  He had heard everything that had happened.  Ben
lit up a cigarette and let out a satisfied sigh.  "Love those restroom
toilet whores," he said to the man with a grin on his face.  The guy looked
at my semen streaked face, then shook his head.  "Worthless piece of homo
shit.." he muttered as the restroom door closed behind him.

We drove the remaining two miles to the airport, the cum dripping off my
face and onto my shirt.  We drove past the parking attendant at the
airport, who looked me over twice before waving us through.  Ben pulled up
to the front gate and stopped the van.  "Get the fuck out.  Now.  I'm gonna
pull away and watch you in the rear view mirror.  You just stand there, all
sticky.  When I'm gone, you can lick yourself clean for all I care.  But if
I see you in the rear view mirror fixing yourself up before I'm gone, I
swear I will put this van in reverse, grab you, and make yesterday's
humiliation look like a day at the park.  Got that, shithead?"  I nodded.

He looked at me one last time, then spit in my face.  "You make me sick.
Now get your worthless ass out of my van!"

I got out and closed the door.  He peeled away, making a great screeching
sound of rubber on pavement, making sure to draw attention to me.  I stood
there, trying to angle my body away from passersby, and watched until the
van was far out of sight.  Then I wiped the cum and spit from my face and
ran to catch my plane.