Ass for The Taking
All characters are 18 years old.
Triggers: Non-consent.
This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of this in real life.
"I'm done," I said, setting the pen down and pushing the documents across the glass desk.
Tony picked up the papers and started going through them. I took a moment to look around the huge office. In the corner, there was a sofa and a mini-bar. He had a big-screen TV on the wall. The only way in or out was through two giant, heavy cherry oak wood doors.
My happiest day was supposed to be this one. I had spent many years building a social media following. I gained a million followers by using strategies like queer-baiting and sharing sexy photos. Now, I was about to become a wealthy 23-year-old.
One could call me a tease. My Instagram was filled with pictures of me walking around with tight pants that hugged my ass or posing with a clear outline of my dick in my underwear.
"Do you understand everything you signed, Kenny?" Tony asked as he gazed at me. Tony Hawkins was the head of A&A Music Group. At 40, he had discovered and successfully launched the music careers of many talented artists.
By chance, he had stumbled across my page and seen me singing. He encouraged me to promote myself more and promised that if I reached a million followers, he would sign me to his label.
"I trust you, Tony," I replied, grinning at him. I couldn't wait to start recording my first album.
Tony stared at me and said, "That's good. It makes things simpler and faster when lawyers aren't involved."
There was something strange about his words that made me weirded out. My smile faded.
"What simpler things?" I asked him in a fearful tone.
He got up from his desk and started to make his way towards me.
"95% of your fans are gay," he said as he unbuttoned his jacket and removed it.
"Yes. Gay guys really like me," I said, smiling way too brightly.
He slid his belt off and started to unbutton his dress shirt. My heart rate sped up, my mouth went dry, and my smile faded. Some dark part of my brain was telling me to run.
"But you're not gay?"
"No. I'm straight. I just did what I had to do," I blurted out, feeling nervous.
He came up and stood in front of me. I was staring right at his crotch.
"Queer-baiting," he said as he unbuttoned his pants and removed his shirt.
"It's not illegal. I think I should be leaving now, Tony. I want to go celebrate with my friends."
"Your friends can wait. A&A Music comes first, and I'm A&A Music, Kenny. So, I always take first place, except when I don't." He laughed at his own joke—it wasn't something I understood.
I looked at the doors, calculating in my head how fast I could make it to them. He must have sensed what I was thinking.
He snapped his fingers and said, "Eyes on me."
I turned and looked at him. He was looking at me with such hungry, scary eyes.
"For a year, you've been flirting with me on your social media accounts. Showing off your ass and your dick in your pants but never really giving in. Giving out your private Snapchat but only letting the ladies in. You thought you could play with me like that and get away with it?"
Tears filled my eyes as the truth of my situation hit me.
"Answer me!" He yelled.
"I wasn't trying to do that. I was just trying to get my followers, like you told me to." I said as fast as I could.
He stepped closer to me. He grabbed me by my thick curls and pulled me up onto my feet. I whined and he covered my mouth with his large, strong hands.
"Save your voice, baby boy. Nobody's going to help you."
He pressed his body against me from behind. I could feel his hard-on through his pants as he pressed it against my ass. Fear overtook me, and I tried to break free. I used all my muscles to struggle, but he had complete control over me.
He ran his hand slowly down my back. As he got lower, my body started to shake violently. I couldn't escape him, though; he wouldn't let me go. I screamed into his hand, but my muffled screams didn't seem to bother him.
His hand squeezed my big, round ass. He chuckled in my ear and said, "You've been saving this juicy ass just for me."
My eyes filled with tears as the gravity of the situation set in.
He hit my ass harshly. I felt the sharp pain radiate down my leg from the impact. Tony licked my earlobe and began to suck on my neck. Almost instinctively, I stamped on his foot. Tony grunted and released his grip.
I tried to make a getaway. Before I could act, he belted me in the face. The blow was intense and crippling. My whole body swayed, and I landed face-first on his desk.
Swiftly, he was at my back. He stole my wrists and forcefully yanked them behind me.
"Shut the fuck up!" I hollered at the top of my lungs.
"Be quiet! You belong to me now! I control this ass!"
His voice was imperious. I feared him instantly. He let go of my hands and tore my shirt from my body. The buttons bounced on the table and the floor, hitting them with distinct sounds.
He brushed his fingers along my back. A shiver ran through me. Tony wrapped his hand around me, unfastened my pants, and pulled them down. My hands quivered, and I closed my eyes. Once my pants were around my ankles, he removed my boxer briefs.
My penis shriveled in dread of what was to come. Tony paid no heed. His main focus was on my backside.
"Wow. Look at that. It's so beautiful, plump, and chocolate. Just the way the Lord intended it to be," he said as he fondled my buttocks.
"Tony... please!" I begged for respite.
"I assure you, it'll feel so fucking amazing. You want to be a star. You have to do what stars do and pay your dues."
He had a point; I desperately desired to be a star. I longed to be renowned and have throngs of fans chanting my name and singing my songs. No one ever said it would be so agonizing to attain greatness. I'd even derided the targets of the "Me Too Movement."
I realized the terrorizing reality as I became a victim myself.
He spread my buttocks and rubbed my anus. My left leg shook beside me. I'd never been touched there before. I didn't know how to respond or behave in such a situation. I'm a heterosexual man, so in principle, I should have deemed anal sex unappealing. Yet, my body contradicted that logic.
I even heard Lady Gaga in my ear singing, "Til It Happens to You." He glided his tongue around my anus. The sounds of him slurping my hole filled the stillness. He skillfully caressed my anus for what felt like an age.
My anus gradually relaxed against my will and opened up to his tongue.
Like a serpent winding across the ground, his tongue slithered within me. His powerful hands found my penis and began to stroke it. Desireably, I strained to keep silent, terrified of granting him more strength. However, my instincts triumphed.
"Let it out. I want you to enjoy this, Kenny," he said in a sinister tone.
I hated myself. I gave him more authority than I had ever imagined. His tongue glided over my perineum and the underside of my testicles.
He kneeled and spread my buttocks so far that I believed they'd split in two. I gasped as his tongue slid over my hole. He licked my anus for what seemed like hours.
The licking noises echoed throughout the room. He manipulated me with such artistry and purpose. My anus loosened against my will and accommodated his invading tongue.
He slid his tongue along my fissure. Again, unlike my proclaimed preference, I experienced an overwhelmingly erotic response.
He grasped his erection and smeared it across my anus. He gave my anus a sound thwack. My anus responded with a reflexive pulse.
"You're prepared. Let me enter you," he said, alluding to his wandering penis.
I struggled to resist him. I refused to yield. He spit on my anus and circulated it with the head of his penis. Then he pushed into my anus.
I howled in agony, and he thrust deeply into my anus. I attempted to clench my anus tight. He laughed at my theatrics, branding me utterly impotent. A drop of spit landed on my anus, and he massaged it with the head of his penis. Then he penetrated my anus.
Noises of him inserting his penis filled my ears, revolting me. He slapped his balls against mine. My erection remained unbroken as he savagely raped me. My penis stroked against the glass from my vain attempts to attempt escape. I felt ashamed.
He pulled out, causing a sound to come from my hole. The chilly air in the room entered me. He guided me to the sofa and commanded me to sit.
"Sit," he demanded.
Complying, I sat down. I was struck by how wet and substantial his dick appeared. It seemed angry and prepared to explode. I marveled at my ability to take it all. Yet, there was a part of me that was ashamed at the damage I'd caused.
Surprisingly, he positioned himself on my lap, placed my cock at his hole and slowly lowered himself on it. We moaned as the connection was made.
"Your dick feels as enticing as it appears," he said.
He took in all 9 inches of my sexual organ. His ass felt exquisite. It was like biting into a warm, moist cinnamon roll. My eyes rolled back and he smirked as he began jostling up and down on my lap.
I was lost in the sensation. My thoughts were completely drowned out by the feeling. His lips met mine in a kiss. He twisted my face towards his and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue explored my mouth and I could identify my own ass's taste on his lips.
I attempted to pull back from the kiss but he stopped me. He grasped my penis and played it with his sphincter muscles, creating a sensation no woman had ever produced. It was an odd, reassuring experience. My testicles started to draw up and I felt the orgasm approaching.
"Please cease. Tony, please don't make me ejaculate," I cried out.
This excited him further. He accelerated the rhythm, achieving a quicker pace than earlier. I was at my wit's end. I shouted as my shaft convulsed and released my seed into his interior.
Tears streamed down my face. I felt mixed emotions - hurt and elation. He continued to slide up and down on my erect penis. Eventually, after exploiting me for his own pleasure, he eased himself off of my penis.
His semen flowed out of me, leaving a mess on my leg. He moved me onto my stomach and slid right back into me.
This time, he wasted no time humping me. His new position allowed him greater control, and he could penetrate deeper. The only sounds that could be heard were his slaps to my buttocks.
"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!", the mantra echoed in the office.
He slapped my buttocks aggressively. His tongue invaded my ear as he fucked me with great speed. I clenched the pillow and closed my eyes tightly. Then, he announced his imminent release within me.
With one final lunge into my body, he exploded, flooding me with scorching lava-like cum. He leaned heavily on my backside. His penis continued to twitch inside me.
"Damn, Kenny. You've got some truly phenomenal ass and some excellent penetration," he complimented me.
He kissed the back of my neck and stroked me slowly. I longed for him to remove himself from my body.
"With your If you do as told, the upcoming round will be even more satisfying," he exclaimed.
He fucked me multiple times that afternoon, totalling five sessions. Before I departed, he informed me that my agreement compelled me to follow his orders. I could not pursue any romantic relationships. For the upcoming 1460 days, I am his slave, and he has a potent sex drive. My buttocks are his property to ravage.
THE END.
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