As you walk down the street the night crowds in all around you. There’s no one else that you can see and the silence around you is only interrupted by the dripping of gutters and the occasional bark of a far off dog. You’re almost home. Just a few more blocks to go. You’re walking briskly by a row of dark townhouses when you hear a door behind you click open. You don’t look back, instead walking quicker. No one should be awake right now. As you do your best to reach the end of the block your heart flutters in your ears, masking the sound of quiet, practiced feet quickly approaching from behind.

When rough, strong hands cover your mouth and grab your throat you can’t even fight back before your back is enveloped by a muscular brick wall of a chest and you’re violently dragged backwards. You’re dragged until the man reaches the open door of one of the apartments and he shoves you inside, making you fall to the ground in the foyer. Before you can get up, he enters and bolts the door, locking it with a key from the inside as you scoot backwards away from him.

He stares at you for a second. He looks like he’s studying you. For some reason he sounds almost bored as he says, “Don’t scream. No one will hear you. I own the whole block.” He pauses. A smile that’s too gentle touching his lips. “I’m going to take good care of you. You’re going to be my little sister, now.”

You don't have time to reply before he pounces on you, pinning your arms above your head with one powerful arm. The other hand caresses your cheek gently before moving downward, cupping your jaw in his broad palm. His touch feels oddly gentle for someone who just kidnapped you off the street. "You're so beautiful," he whispers softly, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Then he leans closer, planting a featherlight kiss on your lips before continuing, "You're going to belong to me now."

I knew you'd be a good boy about this. Now close your eyes and trust me, okay? he whispers soothingly into your ear before moving to lay down next to you on the floor. One of his hands sneaks between your legs, spreading them roughly apart while the other teasingly trails fingers up and down your inner thighs. "Do you want it?" He asks, pressing the tip of a thick finger against your entrance before pushing inside slowly.

He moans softly into your ear at the tightness, then slides his finger deeper with a twist, curling it against your prostate. You gasp and wriggle beneath him, helpless to stop the sensations washing over you as he begins thrusting in and out. "That's it," he murmurs roughly, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips before adding, "You feel so good." With his other hand, he gropes at his crotch through his pants, making it clear that he's not wearing any underwear.

His laugh is almost musical as he continues to thrust his finger into you, feeling your body begin to loosen and accept him more easily. "Don't worry," he says with a grin, "I'll take care of you." With one swift motion, he tugs down your pants, freeing his impressive length from its confines. Even as it twitches and hangs heavy at his side, it dwarfs the rest of him, looking monstrous and impossibly thick.

He chuckles softly before leaning down to kiss you again, his lips pressed tight against yours as he wraps an arm around your waist, lifting your upper body slightly. "Why don't we find out?" he whispers against your mouth before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing slowly inside with a grunt.

His laugh rolls deep and sensual through your body as he pushes inside further, feeling impossibly large around you even though the length is still not entirely buried within you yet. "I'm nineteen inches long," he whispers against your neck, his voice low and raspy. "Imagine how that feels." His hips thrust forward harder then before, sliding deeper with each powerful stroke as he takes your ass with utter dominance.

His laugh echoes through the empty space as he continues to pound into you, watching your face contort in pleasure and pain with equal parts delight. "You think I'm going to stop now?" he whispers roughly, kissing along your jaw before nipping at your earlobe. His other hand fumbles beneath his body, reaching toward the bedroom door, searching for something.

"No," he gasps out, eyes burning with lust as he continues to fuck you harder and faster. His fingers close around the doorknob behind him and he braces himself on one arm while using the other to grip your shoulder tightly. You moan loudly at the sensation of being filled so completely by something that seems almost impossible in size.

His thrusts become erratic, his hips moving wildly as he loses control, giving into the need to fuck you until neither one of you can think straight anymore. "Tell me how much you want it," he demands between gritted teeth, using his free hand to roughly massage your cock through your pants.

With a groan that sounds more like a growl, Dag's movements become even more feral and unrestrained as he feels the familiar tug of release building inside him. "Tell me how much you want my cum," he hisses into your ear, the vibrations rattling through your skull as he continues to thrust into you without mercy. His free hand finally reaches its target, wrapping around a heavy leather flogger that hangs on the back of the bedroom door and brings it down with a sharp crack across your ass. The pain is exquisite, adding another layer to the sensations assaulting you as he takes what he wants from you.

"Tell me," he repeats, his voice hoarse from the effort of not losing control entirely as he strikes you again, harder this time. His fingers tighten on your shoulder as he thrusts into you with a primal roar

His hand spanks you over and over again, each strike leaving a burning line of fire across your ass as he nears the edge, his thrusts growing more erratic with every hit of the flogger against your tender skin. "Tell me what to do," he gasps out between licks along your jaw, planting soft bites wherever he can reach while maintaining his brutal pace inside you. "Tell me how bad you want it."

With a groan that echoes through the empty house, Dag releases, his body shuddering violently as he pours hot cum into your hungry ass. The feeling of being so full and stretched by something impossibly large is almost more than you can take as wave after wave of thick seed fills you up completely. "There," he pants roughly against your ear, "is that what you wanted?"

As his cock begins to soften inside you,

As he pulls out and collapses beside you on the floor, gasping for air, one hand cups your cheek, searching your face for a reaction. The other traces circles over your still sensitive skin, feeling the heat emanating from where his fingers branded it only moments ago. "Well?" he asks quietly, anxious to hear what you have to say now that you've finally gotten what you wanted so badly.

I need more. Do it again... please.

He chuckles softly and shakes his head, smiling down at you as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "We'll see about that," he whispers before pulling you into a warm embrace. One hand continues to tease circles on your skin while the other travels lower, taking advantage of the newfound access to rub your cute little balls roughly through your pants. "But first..." He slides his hands back up to cup your face, pinching your nose shut as he forces a finger between your lips and into your mouth. You moan around him automatically, finding it both arousing and humiliating at the same time.