Date: Fri, 4 Jun 2010 20:44:30 +0000
From: out-cast@hotmail.com
Subject: Taken for a Ride

"00.35" the clock in the underground station reads and I hurry down the
escalator. I have two minutes until the train arrives; the last train of
the night. Miss it and I will have to spend about 60 pounds on a cab
home. The train enters the station the very moment I run onto the platform
and I get on and gratefully lower myself onto a seat in the last carriage.

I hate working nights, hurrying for the train and coming home late. But
someone needs to keep an eye on the American stock market and act if things
go haywire, though. Once a week, usually on Monday, that person is me and I
am well paid for it, so who am I to complain?

As the train pulls away I casually glance at the few other occupants of the
carriage. Sitting across from me is an elderly man, in his seventies I'd
guess, and neatly but cheaply dressed. "It's a bit late for granddad to be
up," I think. On the other side of the doors to my left a business
woman. About thirty five, expensive light grey suit, laptop. She's taking a
risk by being on the Tube at this time of the night.

It is warm in the carriage; I take off my jacket and put it in the seat
next to me, remove my tie and stuff it in a pocket.

A couple of seats to my right are two slappers - I am sorry but there is no
other word for them - skirts so short you can almost see their crotches,
white pumps with five inch heels, low-cut tops that leave very little to
the imagination. I presume they have been out on the town. The farther of
the two is quite podgy; her top is straining to keep back the rolls of
flesh. Her friend though - phwoar - I wouldn't mind giving her one, as they
say. I am feeling horny now; I know that Sarah will be sleeping when I get
home and she won't appreciate it if I wake her for some
nooky. Surreptitiously, I rearrange my growing erection through my
trousers.

Fifteen stations and 63 minutes to go before I can get off at the final
stop.

To my right, in the far end off the carriage sits a young guy, early
twenties, track suit bottoms, sleeveless white shirt, blond spiky hair and
a pair of arms and shoulders that betray many hours spent in the gym. In
the centre of the carriage a black guy is pacing tensely. He's big! Scarily
big. Six foot four at least and built like a tank. Shaved head, camouflage
trousers, combat boots, bomber jacket. All the signs of a guy you don't
want to mess with. Pacing up and down, his head almost touches the ceiling
with his every step. As he turns towards me, I quickly look away to avoid
catching his eye.

Another fourteen stations

I close my eyes and rest my head against the back of the seat, swaying
along with the rocking motions of the train.

Did I sleep? When I open my eyes, it is just past 1. The train is
stationary. I look at the station's name sign and see we are at Tufnell
Park, seven more stops before I am home. Another quick glance around tells
me the carriage is almost empty. I close my eyes again, lean my chin on my
chest and try to relax.

I don't get the chance to get back to sleep, as suddenly someone grabs my
hair and pulls my head up. My eyes shoot open and I am looking straight in
the light brown eyes of the blond bodybuilder. From close up I can see that
he is younger than I had thought at first, seventeen? Eighteen, tops.

"It's nice and quiet in the train now," he says in a surprisingly deep
voice. "Let's have some fun together."

He pushes my head down and he has pulled down his track suit bottoms to
around his thighs, so that I am looking straight at what is easily the
biggest boner I have ever seen in my life. It must be ten inches at least,
probably more, and its circumference is in proportion to its length.

"Open up."

I want to object but my mouth has instantly gone dry. He smacks me in the
side of my head and I open my mouth in a reflex. Immediately, the big head
rams into the back of my mouth. I can taste the musky, salty aroma of a man
on my tongue and I want to recoil, but his grip on the back of my head is
too strong.

"Suck it, fag."

I try to do as I am told, but the massive meat pole pushing into the back
of my throat makes me gag. I struggle to get away from the guys crotch, but
another hard whack on the head shows me who's boss.

"If I feel your teeth again, you're dead."

He sounds like he means it and, helplessly stuck on the end of his cock, I
am forced to stop my fight-back. The teenager increases the pressure on my
head and his fat tool is forced deeper down my throat. I desperately
swallow to deal with the huge lump of meat and with a shunt he drives the
thick rod far into my gullet, cutting off my breath. My nose is pushed into
his crotch, his big balls bounce against my chin as he languidly fucks my
mouth. Every now and then he pulls out far enough to allow me to breathe
before the next push thrusts the fat cock back in. I am thankful when he
finally pulls out completely, but it turns out to provide a less then
temporary relief. Roughly, I am dragged to my feet and turned around.

"Get on your knees on the bench," he says, and while I do as I am told, his
left hand grabs my neck and pushes me face first against the train
window. His other hand fumbles with my fly and in one swift movement, he
yanks down my trousers and briefs.

"Please, don't," I beg him, but it doesn't make a difference; his
spit-covered cock already pushes between my arse cheeks, probing sharply
for the entrance. It doesn't take the guy long before he hits the jackpot.

I scream as his fat dickhead forces its way into my gut, stretching my
arsehole beyond belief. The pressure doesn't let up and he slowly but
relentlessly drives his cock in deeper and deeper. I shriek again in pain
as my bowels feel like they get torn to shreds by the massive invasion. A
slap from his free hand stings my arse.

"Shut up! You're annoying me."

I try to hold back my cries as the intruder shoves further into me, moaning
to relieve the agony. His cock is so shockingly large, that it feels like
it is going to burst my gut. His long dick seems to reach my throat when he
finally bottoms out, his pubic bone rubbing against my arse.

"Now there, that wasn't too bad, was it?"

I can't reply.

To my astonishment my own cock has got rock hard as the young rapist
penetrated me roughly from behind. Even though my arsehole feels like it
may be ripped to pieces at any moment, the incredibly intense sexual
stimulation of his forced entry is leaving its mark on my soul. The
teenager has pulled out almost entirely, before sliding in again, slightly
faster than before. I moan again, but this time the sound is drawn by more
than agony alone. Before long, the massive pole is pumping in and out and
the two of us grunt and pant in unison with every powerful thrust. My
prostate is taking a pummelling and I can't hold back any longer.

"Ohhh, Chriiiiisst," I yell, as I shoot a load onto the train seat
underneath me.

I want to collapse in exhaustion, but the youngster's hand on my neck and
his ten-plus-incher buried deep inside me, keep me well on my knees. His
violent fucking of my butt doesn't let up, in fact his movements are
getting faster and his shunts are getting harder. Incredible as it may
sound, every thrust seems to drive him even deeper than the one before. I'm
sure I shouldn't enjoy this, but my manhood won't listen to reason and
minutes after cumming, it rises to the occasion again.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, fag boy," my tormentor growl. He
certainly seems to be enjoying himself.

"Please, let me go," I beg him again, crying. "I can't take anymore."

That is the truth. Despite the shocking eroticism of the assault, I feel
like I am about to pass out every time the full length of thick hard flesh
rams itself into my gut. I am sure my arse will never fully recover from
this thumping and I can only hope my bowels have not been damaged
permanently. And yet ... I am once again hard as steel.

The teenager has an astonishing stamina. For twenty or thirty minutes he
fucks me with long hard strokes, never slowing his tempo. As the train
leaves the penultimate stop, he crashes in with one last massive thrust
and, holding still nuts-deep inside my body, he screams in ecstasy as he
shoots load after load of teenage cum into me. As soon as I feel his juices
surging into my belly, I too cum shouting.

While my supply is exhausted pretty soon, his flow doesn't seem to diminish
until the train pulls into the final station. For a few more moments he
plugs my well filled gut, before his slinking tool is pulled from my arse
and, as he lets go off my head, I can finally collapse onto the seat. I see
how he quickly hoists up his tracksuit bottoms, blows me a kiss and winks.

"Thanks, faggot"

And then he's gone.

For a minute I just lie there alone in the train carriage, unable to move,
afraid to worsen the pain in my belly and arse. I know that soon the driver
is going to walk past to check the train is empty, though, and I don't want
to be found like this, so I force myself to my feet and pull up my
trousers. I can barely walk straight as I leave the train and climb the
stairs to the exit, shaking from the shock, fatigue and agony. Standing
outside the station, I breathe in the cool midsummer night air and allow
myself to slowly recover from the vicious rape. Fortunately, home is not
far, a ten minute walk at most, even in my current condition.

As always, the park between the station and our home is abandoned at this
time of the night. Crossing the playing fields, I suddenly feel a hand on
my shoulder. Gingerly, I turn around and face the spiky haired
bodybuilder. I smile and hand him a fifty pound note from my wallet.

"Next week again, Mr Walters?"

"Tuesday night, next week, I have an early shift on Monday."

"Sure"

He walks away without another word.

"Oh, Felix ..."

He turns back towards me.

"Maybe you have two or three friends who want to come along next week ... I
wouldn't mind being gangbanged for a change, out here in the park,
perhaps."

The gorgeous lad, who has been 'assaulting' me weekly for the past year,
smiles wickedly. "I'm sure my little brother wouldn't mind a pass at your
arse, Mr Walters. And if you think I am well endowed, you should see what
he has got down his pants ..."