Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2008 14:32:05 -0700
From: Jake James <downtown99201@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler Commanded 1

The following is a fictional story of sex between two fictional characters
whom I did not invent.

The principle characters are Tyler Durden and his alter ego, two characters
from Chuck Palahniuk's novel and Fox Pictures' movie "Fight Club." It
starts as a homosexual story, so hopefully anyone who wasn't interested in
such a story noticed that theme on this website and hasn't even gotten this
far, but I just put in a little final warning for those of you not
interested in homosexual stories.

Since I am using fictional characters which are not my own, this story of
course cannot be copyrighted without permission from those over at Fox and
Chuck Palahniuk, and I really doubt they would give me permission,
considering the subject matter.



I don't think it was a secret that Tyler and I fucked every night after
fight club.  Usually with each other, sometimes with a guy we picked up at
the fight, and sometimes with a chick we picked up along the way.

It started the first night I moved in with Tyler. After enough beer at the
bar and our first fight in the parking lot, Tyler took me back to his place
and showed me a room. I had just enough energy to pull off my clothes
before I passed out on the dirty mattress.

I don't know if it was the sense of someone in the room or his smell that
woke me. As I struggled to open my swollen, blackened eyes in the dim
light, all I could see was Tyler's hard cock in front of my face.

"What the fuck?" I murmured, still half-asleep and half-drunk from our
first night out together.

Tyler didn't answer, but instead slammed his fist in to my abs, causing me
to sit up in bed and gasp for air. He wasted no time and took advantage of
my open mouth to slip in his cock. Before I could recover from his punch
and pull away, he grabbed my head with both hands and forced it down on his
hardened rod until my nose was buried in his bush.

Still reeling from the pain of his punch, and now unable to breath, my mind
raced to understand what was happening. He pulled back my head just long
enough for me to gasp for air before he forced his cock back down my
throat. He toyed with me, burying his cock in the back of my throat, his
balls on my chin and my nose in his pubes, trapped without air, until I
thought I would pass out. When he must have sensed my growing panic, he
would pull back my head just long enough for me to grasp for air before
he'd plunge his cock back down my throat.

I don't know what was worse: the taste of his piss and sweat coated cock,
or the smell of his crotch.

His attack could not have gone on for more than a few minutes before he
quickened the pace of my mouth on his cock. Before I had fully awakened
from my drunkenness or recovered from his punch, he forced my mouth down on
his cock one last time and shot his load of cum down my throat. When I
started to gag, he pulled my head back just enough to allow the rest of his
cum to fill my mouth.

Slowly, he pulled his cock from my mouth and quickly covered it with his
palm.

"Swallow," he commanded. It took three tries before I emptied all of his
cum from my mouth. My brain struggled to understand the sticky,
salty-hot-milk taste that covered my tongue and was now warming my
belly. At the same time, the sweaty piss flavor and aroma from his cock
still lingered in my nose and throat.

As he released my head and I fell back on the mattress, I became aware of
another sensation on my body, even while I struggled to regain my
breath. My cock and balls had a post-release feel and my boxers were wet
with cum.

I quickly moved to cover myself, but it was too late.

"What's this?" Tyler asked. He grabbed my wrists to move them away from the
wetness on my boxers. When I attempted to resist him, he backhanded me and
I dropped back to the mattress.

As I lay there gasping for air, Tyler carefully pulled off my boxers to
reveal my limp cock and cum-matted bush. Long past the point of resisting
him, I did nothing as he took my cock in his mouth and sucked out the last
of my cum. He used his tongue to lap up the cum in my bush, then moved on
to lick the saltiness off my balls. I just laid there, mostly in shock,
sore from our fight, and humiliated from Tyler's assault.

When he finished cleaning the cum from my cock, Tyler rolled his naked body
on top of mine. I tried to look away, but he forced my chin so that we were
face to face.

"Open your mouth," he commanded. When I complied, he dropped a large ball
of spit in my mouth. The taste, I realized, was the flavor of my own cum
and dirty cock. Tyler chased his spit with his tongue, filling my mouth and
mixing the flavors from my body with the flavors from his body.

He continued to kiss me until I lost track of the foul taste in my mouth
and began to kiss him back. My body responded to his body, pushing back and
falling away.  We rolled over one another repeatedly, trading top for
bottom, relishing each other's bodies, and wincing from our bruises.

We ended up on our sides, by back to Tyler's front, his arms wrapped around
me, and my arms wrapped around his arms.

"Tyler," I started to say, but he interrupted me.

"Go to sleep," he commanded.