Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2016 13:51:11 -0600
From: Randy Peters <jackoff.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: New story - Take it out on me

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story archive. It should not be republished or redistributed anywhere else.

This story contains male nudity and consensual sexual acts between adult
males. If you do not wish to read about such content, or if it is illegal where
you are, stop reading now.

Though this story contains some real elements, the acts and characters within
are completely fictional and any similarities to real people or events are
purely coincidental.



Take It Out On Me



I had a really, frustratingly awful day and I felt like I could punch my hand
through a solid concrete wall. My veins were popping out of my neck and my
fists were clenched tight as I walked to my car from the office. I tore my tie
off and threw it on the seat next to me, and I sped out of the parking lot,
almost slamming into another car backing out and not giving a fuck because I
just wanted to be out of there. Nothing had been going right for me in that
shithole of an office and I was finished with all of them. I didn't even know
if I would be back the next day.

I immediately headed to the nearest bar. Turns out the closest bar to my work
is a gay bar, but I wasn't there for the scenery. I was there to get a drink
and let off some steam before I went home. I parked quickly, practically burst
out of the car, and hurried inside. I sat down right next to this scrawny dude
and waved to the bartender. "Rum, double, straight. Cheapest shit you got."

The bartender sat a glass in front of me and poured my drink. I think he knew I
was royally pissed and needed the liquor because he definitely gave me more
than a double. I slammed it down and set the glass back down. I motioned again
and he refilled it.

"Hey, I don't mean to bother you, but do you want to talk about whatever it is
that has you so upset?"

"No!" I grunted at him. He jumped back and I looked over and realized what I
had just done. "Fuck... I'm sorry, man. I have just had the shittiest day ever
at work and I am really on edge. But no, I really don't feel like talking."

"Oh, hey, that's fine. I just thought I could help." He took the last swig of
his drink and started to get up. "You look like you need to punch something. Or
do something else to get rid of that anger."

I drank about half of my glass and huffed. "I just want to pound something."

"Here, if you're serious about that. No strings. No limits. Purge all your rage
before you do anything you'll regret." He dropped a card on the bar and left. I
picked it up and realized it was a hotel key card with a number written on it.
It also had a word, "Nightengale." Safeword?

"Did that guy... Hey, do you know who that was?" I asked the bartender. I had
been in there a few times but I didn't recognize the guy.

"No idea. Never seen him before."

Was this really happening? Did this guy just invite me back to his hotel to
fuck him senseless? I needed to do something, and the hotel was just down the
street, it would give me a chance to sober up before I drove home. No, that was
crazy.

Then why did I start walking to the hotel? Why did I get into the elevator? Why
did I find his room, stick the key in, and open the door?

I stood in the small hallway, the door slammed shut behind me, and the guy was
just standing there, waiting for me. "Anything?"

"Anything. I like it rough." He lifted his shirt and showed me a healing cut on
his stomach. "Really rough."

I breathed heavily. This was nuts! I didn't know this guy. How could I be sure
this wasn't a trap to lure me into an assault charge?

Apparently I needed the release more than I cared to be cautious. I rushed
toward him, gripped his shoulders, turned him, pushed him against the wall, and
pressed my face against his, kissing him like an animal. He just stood there,
taking it, following my lead. I reached down and touched the still-tender mark
on his stomach and he winced but kept going. I felt his cock straining in his
pants, pressing against my leg, and I pulled back just enough to take his shirt
off before pushing against his chest, pinning him again. "You don't know what
you just got yourself into." I kissed him again before reaching one hand down
and gripping his crotch, squeezing tight. He moaned into my mouth and shuddered
a little, either in excitement or pain. I didn't care.

I undid his pants and pushed them down, revealing tight green underwear. They
were extremely slim cut, barely hiding anything, only just able to hold his
throbbing cock in. It wasn't too big, but it was thick and left a stain right
where his pre was leaking out. I gripped his crotch again and he howled, so I
pressed my face back into him, giving another squeeze, amped up on the power.
Then I reached my hand in and gripped his cock, squeezing that, and he moaned
loudly into me.

"You won't be using that tonight." I turned him around, pressing his chest and
face into the wall, as I tore his underwear down and watched it slide to his
ankles. "This, on the other hand..." I smacked his ass and shoved a finger into
his hole. It was tight, but eager, it swallowed the finger easily and I heard
him moaning into the wall. "This will do nicely." I pulled my finger out and
let go of him, pointing to the bed. "Bed. Now."

He scampered over to the bed as I started to undress. I let him gaze at my body
as I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my washboard abs, tensing with each move I
made. As I worked my way up, I could see him drooling, and his eyes lit up even
more as I revealed my meaty pecs, massive from hours of benches at the gym. As
I peeled my shirt off, I could hear a gasp as he saw my arms. They were my most
incredible accomplishment, easily twice as big as anything else. For some odd
reason they just bulked up a lot more easily than the rest of my body, but I
didn't let anyone else know that. I just let them think I worked them even more
and they should worship them as such.

"You're going to get this soon." I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants, my
blood pumping and my cock throbbing as I saw him staring at my crotch. In one
fluid motion I pushed my pants and underwear down, and my 9 inch cock bounced
up against my chest. He started to drool at my thick meat, my defined legs, and
my huge, hairy balls. "Now, where should I put this?"

"I have a couple ideas..."

"I never said you could speak!" He jumped back and I quickly moved on to the
bed, hovering over him. I put a hand on his throat and pressed him down into
the mattress. "Quiet, bitch!" He was surprised, but kept his arms at his side
and I could see his boner throbbing and leaking even more. "Look at that, you
enjoy this! I know something else you'll enjoy!" I pushed his body down the bed
until his face was right under my crotch. "Suck my balls!"

I felt his tongue lapping at my sack, his head moving up, and eventually he was
able to work both of my nuts into his warm, wet mouth. I started to stroke my
cock above his face, and I heard him moan as my sack pulled at his mouth. He
pulled back a little and I felt him tugging, and I slapped his face with my
meat. "Hey, careful with those!" He must have enjoyed it because as I lowered
myself to give him better access, my ass brushed against his cock, which was
completely coated in precum. "You like that, huh, little cock slut?" I pulled
myself up and slowly took my balls out of his mouth, and he nodded and moaned
in agreement. "Thought so. Now turn around and present yourself. You may speak,
but only to address me as sir and thank me for what you're about to get."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He scrambled out from under me and flipped over,
pressed his face into the bed, stuck his ass in the air, reached back and
pulled his cheeks apart. I probed at his tight, pink hole and heard him moan
loudly into the sheets. His pucker gripped my finger tight as it swallowed it.

"You're a tight fucker. Not a problem, I'll just have to force myself in. Isn't
that right, little bitch?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He had lube on the bedside table, I reached over and grabbed it and
squirted a generous amount on my cock and his hole. He shuddered as the cold
lube ran down his crack, and I got my tool nice and slick before rubbing it all
over his hole and pushing it in with my finger. He moaned again and I felt his
ass clench as his cock throbbed and leaked onto the bed. "Fuck, you're so tight
little slut. I'm going to enjoy this."

I lined my cock up with his ass and thrusted a few times, slipping it just past
his hole, teasing him. Then I grabbed his side with one hand and my cock with
the other and pressed it right against the hole. Without warning I thrusted in
about 3 inches, tearing into him, and he screamed out in a mix of pain and
pleasure. "Thank... you... sir!"

I started to thrust violently, pulling out a little and thrusting a little more
each time, listening to him moan, feeling his ass wrapped around my massive,
throbbing cock, getting harder by the second as I used his hole, feeling all of
the rage and frustration being poured into my thrusts, making me push in even
harder and faster. I worked myself all the way in and by the time his ass had
engulfed my whole cock I was pounding away like a jackhammer, not caring what
he was doing or saying, just letting my emotions guide me. He wanted me to take
out my anger on him with a nice, rough fucking, and that's exactly what I was
doing. But it wasn't enough.

After a few more deep, hard thrusts, I pulled out and grabbed him by the sides.
My hand pressed into his wound and he winced and screamed, and I violently
flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and lined my cock up with
his hole again. "Take my cock, pussy!" I thrusted hard into his hole, filling
him back up again, and he howled as his hole was invaded once more. Once I was
in I thrusted even harder than before, and I gripped his cock and balls,
crushing them and using them to pull him further on to me. He screamed in pain
but didn't try to stop me, and that made my cock swell even bigger, and I could
tell I was pushing his ass past its limits.

My excitement was building and I was almost there, but I needed a little extra
push. I let go of his package and moved my hand up to his neck, gripping around
it, and pushing myself against it for leverage. I was choking him, and he was
struggling to breathe as I pounded him intensely. I looked down, watching his
face turn bright red as he struggled to breathe, his veins popping out of his
face and neck, and just when it looked like he was about to lose consciousness
I shoved my cock as deep inside his hole as I could, moved both my hands to his
legs, pulled him tight against me, and howled as my balls tightened into my
body and unloaded my hot cum deep inside him. My orgasm continued for what felt
like forever, at least a dozen spurts of sticky seed, coating his inner walls
and draining my balls. As it subsided I panted and collapsed on top of him. I
could hear him gasping for air the whole time, trying to recover from the
choking I had given him, and we had both caught our breath by the time my cock
started to soften and his ass began to push it out.

I looked at him and kissed him again, this time much more gently, but still
gripping the back of his head and pushing my tongue into his mouth. Then I
pulled myself up and lifted his ass up off the bed, watching my cum start to
leak out of his hole. "Do you feel like a good, properly filled slut now?"

"Yes, sir." He smiled at me and reached back to push my seed back into his
hole. "I hope I was satisfactory."

"Yeah, it was alright." I smacked his ass and grinned as he yipped in surprise.
"I got what I needed."

"Good, sir. Thank you, sir."

I dropped him and left him there, naked and leaking, as I got dressed. I heard
him starting to jerk himself off as I walked out of the room. Normally I would
have stopped him, but I figured he deserved to have his fun. After all, he had
drained not only my balls, but all my frustration as well. I don't know what
happened to him after that, because I never saw him again, but I sure am glad I
got to take it out on him that day.



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