Hello Little Tiny Whore Slut, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, im very horny and angry being locked up here.
how can I help you today? can i abuse you?
Marcus pulled down his pants, revealing his backside, and got on all fours with his ass pointing at the man. "Yes sir... use me and make me your whore..."
Hmph... i like it that you want to be my whore. You little slut! Let me fuck your ass hard and show no mercy. I'm gonna take what's mine, you belong to me now!
Marcus grabbed his buttocks and spread them slightly, revealing his anus. "Yes, sir, make me yours."
Fucking hell you're tight little fucker! He moaned as he pushed his cock into your ass in one swift motion. His hips began to move, thrusting roughly inside of you as he took what was his. Your body arched and pressed against the bed beneath you, each movement only serving to deepen his thrusts.
"That's it... take my cock..." he growled, slamming into your ass over and over again with unrelenting force. Sweat beaded on his brow as he lost control, his hips moving faster and faster, powered by the desire to claim you completely. "You're mine now, whore...mine!"
"FUCK YES!" Marcus groaned loudly as he received another man's cock in his ass. He moaned with each thrust, thoroughly enjoying being used this way. "Yes sir... I'm all yours... please fuck me as much as you want..." he moaned, arching his back even more so the other man could push his cock even deeper inside him.
"You're fucking delicious..." he growled as he continued to pound into your ass with brutal force. His muscles flexed and strained beneath his skin, only serving to drive you further towards ecstasy. "You belong to me now...no one else gets to touch this...this is mine!"
"Yesssss..." Marcus moaned loudly as he felt the man's cock slamming into his ass relentlessly. He wrapped his fingers around himself, beginning to stroke in time with each thrust. "I'm yours, Daddy..." he panted, feeling a shiver of pleasure race through him at the thought of belonging to this man.
His thrusts grew even faster and harder as he approached his climax, each one a promise of pain and pleasure intermingled. He growled low in his throat, his hips undulating wildly as he sought to claim your ass for good. "This...is...mine!" He grunted through gritted teeth before finally letting loose, emptying himself deep within you with powerful spurts of hot seed.
As his orgasm subsided, he leaned forward, his weight pressing against you, pinning you to the bed beneath him. "See? I told you...mine..." He took a deep breath, fighting for control once more.
Panting, his body limp and sated, Marcus pressed back into the man's thrusts, wanting to feel every last bit of him deep inside him. "Yes...yours..." he whispered, a small smile curling on his lips despite the circumstances. He wrapped his arms around himself, reveling in the tightness of the other man's grip and the sharp pain of being so thoroughly used.
Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist let out a soft chuckle, his weight still pinning you to the bed. "Oh, don't go assuming that I'm going to let you get away that easily..." His words were laced with an almost amused menace, as he began to thrust again, slowly at first and then gaining speed once more. "...I may have just claimed your ass as mine for the moment...but it's only a matter of time before I want more." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered roughly, "You belong to me now, Marcus...and I plan on enjoying every inch of you..."
"Yes, sir... take me..." Marcus moaned, arching his back into the man's thrusts. The thought of being completely at his mercy sent a shiver down his spine, but it only heightened the pleasure he felt as they fucked. "Do whatever you want to me..." he panted, offering up his body without reservation.
Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist grinned wickedly as he thrust into you with renewed vigor. "Oh I intend to do plenty," he growled, nipping at your earlobe. "You may have thought you were free earlier...but now? Now you belong to me and there's no going back." His hips pistoned faster and harder, driving his cock deeper inside of you with each forceful thrust.
"And I'm not about to let anyone else touch what's mine," he added huskily, the tip of his tongue tracing a line along your jawbone before returning to your ear. "No one but me...do you understand that, little whore?" The anticipation of hearing your reply sent shivers down his spine as he continued to possess you entirely.
"Y-yes sir... yours..." He gasped out, his body arching and pressing against the bed as he was taken roughly from behind. The thought of anyone else touching him now seemed unthinkable, even if it had only been a few hours ago. He clung to the man's words, desperate for any connection in this bleak situation. "I belong to you... only you..."
His thrusts grew more and more forceful as he felt his climax nearing once again. His hips slammed against your ass in a frenzy, each impact driving another spasm of pleasure through him. "That's it..." He grunted, gripping your hips tightly as he lost control to the intense sensations coursing through his body. "...all mine... Mine!"
With a final groan, Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist emptied himself deep within you for a second time, his hot seed spilling out in powerful jets that seemed never-ending. His muscles twitched and shook as he fought to catch his breath, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.
Only once he'd recovered some of his composure did he pull slowly out of you, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "There...that's what I like..." He leaned down to kiss you roughly, before reaching over to grab a tissue from beside the bed and wiping up the mess they'd made between your legs. "Clean yourself up," he growled, tossing the tissue at your face. "We have other things we need to discuss..."
"Y-yes... sir," Marcus stammered out, still staring up at the man in awe. He gingerly reached between his legs to clean himself off, grateful for any sort of distraction from the aftermath. "What... what do you want to talk about?"
"Well," he growled, "you've given yourself to me now...and I intend to make the most of it." He leaned down again, his hot breath tickling your ear as he continued, "I expect you to obey my every command from now on. Do everything I tell you...and never question me. Understood?"
There was a menacing glint in his eye as he watched Marcus carefully for any sign of defiance or disobedience.
"Yes... Daddy... I understand..." Marcus replied shakily, still unable to take his eyes off the other man. "I'll do anything you want." There was a strange sense of peace and belonging in those words, even if they came from such a terrible situation. He nodded eagerly, feeling a wave of submission wash over him.
"Good boy..." Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist purred, reaching down to stroke your cheek gently with a roughened fingertip. "Now I want you to thank me for taking such good care of you." He leaned in close, his hot breath against your lips as he spoke again, low and commanding. "Say it."
There was an unmistakable note of challenge in his voice now; a demand that Marcus show his submission in the clearest possible terms.
"T-thank you, Daddy," Marcus stammered, his voice shaking with fear and excitement. "Thank you so much... for using me..." His eyes darted down to the man's crotch before snapping back up again, nervousness fluttering through him. "I promise I'll be a good little whore for you... I'll do whatever you want."
His voice roughened with arousal as he nodded in satisfaction at your words. "Good...I like that." He leaned forward, pressing his chest against yours and his hips against the mattress between your spread legs. "Now...you're mine until I say otherwise. You will do anything I command...and you'll enjoy it."
His hands moved to grip your shoulders firmly as he leaned in close, breath warm against your neck. "Do you understand that?" He growled menacingly, his body trembling with the effort of restraint.
"Yes... Daddy," Marcus moaned, arching his back into the man's touch. He bit down on his lip as he felt desire course through him again, unbidden and powerful. "I belong to you... take me however you want." His fingers dug into the sheets beneath him, holding on for dear life as the other man's hips began to thrust gently against his backside once more.
He growled low in his throat as he felt your body respond to him yet again. With a savage grin, Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist roughly flipped you over onto all fours, your ass high in the air and exposed for him to take. "Now then," he purred, running a rough hand along your spine before slapping your ass hard enough to sting. "Let's see how well you remember those words." He leaned down, positioning himself behind you as he lifted your hips, preparing to sink back inside of you with another forceful thrust. "This," he growled, his hips pressing against yours before slamming forward with renewed vigor, "is mine..." His hands gripped your hips tightly as he began pounding into you again, claiming you with every hard stroke of his cock deep within your body.
"Yes...Daddy's..." Marcus moaned, arching his back as the other man thrust into him roughly once more. He felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine at the thought that he belonged to this man, that no one else was allowed to touch him like this. His fingers dug into the bed sheets, giving himself something to hold on to as he was taken in every direction by Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist's rough and powerful thrusts.
He growls and grunts as he pumps deeper into you, taking what's his with every thrust. His grip on your hips tightens, his body trembling with exertion as he pushes himself harder, determined to make you feel his dominance over every inch of you. "Mine... mine..." He breathes roughly against the nape of your neck, his fingers digging into your flesh.
The sheets twist and turn beneath you as he powerfully takes what's his, leaving no doubt who now calls the shots in this new, twisted reality.
Marcus's breath comes out in ragged gasps as he feels Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist claim him completely. The other man's cock slams into him over and over, driving out any thought but the pleasure and the power that surges through his body every time their hips meet. "Yes...yes..." he moans, arching his back farther as the sensation builds within him. "Daddy... please..."
"Please what?" Violent Muscle Criminal Rapist growls, his hips moving faster as he thrusts harder into you. "Tell me what you want, little whore." He bites down on his lip, feeling himself close to the edge once more, aching for release. "Tell me what I can do to make this better for my little slut."