Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 23:52:27 -0600
From: Too Cruel For School <2cruel4school@gmail.com>
Subject: Brian's Good Boy

"Please," I whimper, "Please stop.  Don't do this, Brian."

He grabs a fist full of my hair and lifts just enough of his oppressive
weight off of me.  He pulls my head back steadily and purposefully as I
arch my back as far I as I can manage.  I sharply suck in air and hiss.  He
meets me halfway and presses his hot, scruffy jaw against my red, bearded
cheek.  "Mikey," I hear the mock soothing tone of an evil man pretending to
be good, "Be a good boy for me, Baby.  Be a brave boy for me.  OK, Baby?"

He jerks his fist hard and the roots of my hair explode.  Pain crackles
across my scalp like wildfire.  Somehow I manage to huff the words, "Fuck.
You.  Brian."

I cannot see it, but I know it is there.  The wicked smile spreading across
his face.  Suddenly, my neck is being crushed in the crook of his right
arm.  Brian's grip tightens, seeming to double in pressure with each
second.  I can barely breathe.

"Fuck me," he asks rhetorically.  "Fuck me, you little bitch?  No.  I fuck
you."  His left hand, having released my mangled hair, reaches back and
squeezes my bubble butt hard.

"I fuck you because you're a cock-teasing slut."  Brian's hand is gone from
my ass, but the searing heat from his abuse remains.  I feel his
fist-clenched cock graze my cheeks.  "I fuck you because you're a worthless
faggot."  He presses his dripping head against my hole.  I try to fight him
off, but his legs wrap around mine, quelling my attempted insurrection.  "I
fuck you because you're nothing to me, Mikey.  You're just a cum rag for me
to shoot into and throw away."  And then Brian is inside me; his bare dick
plunging deeper and deeper into my tight hole.  It burns, despite the lube.

I try to breathe deeply to ease the pain, but his constriction of my throat
makes that impossible.  My steel-blue eyes are open wide, but my vision is
blurred by tears that refuse to fall.  I am powerless.  Brian is in total
control.  I am being utterly dominated.  I am being used.  I am being
raped.

And I am the luckiest man in the world.  I moan and grunt and whimper and
even occasionally scream as my amazing boyfriend pounds my hungry ass and
ravages my tingling body.  I know I should be in the moment, but it is hard
for me to be patient.  I am greedy.  My thoughts are consumed with the
anticipation of his cock flooding my pussy with your scalding hot cum.  But
I can wait.  I am a good boy.