1. Brute - Day One, Pt. 1


    Date: 11/7/2016, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Cruelty, Domination / Submission, Straight Sex, Teen, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Violence, Author: deadmanshand, Source: sexstories.com

    Alright, boys and girls. This is not my first story but it is my first story of this nature. It's something of an experiment of mine. Right now I know the story is still a little rough as this is a rough draft. This is straight from my head to the computer screen. I might be putting this up a little early but honestly I wanted to see what people actually thought of it before giving it a polishing re-write. So feedback is good. Brute Day One I've always found the dark comforting and I know I can't be the only one. The very language we use shows it. Blanket of night... cover of darkness... these are words of comfort. Words of concealment and safety. The mantra of all those who wish to hide - to avoid notice. I know these feelings well. Monsters do not survive in the light. And tonight I was going to be a monster. The thought made my heart pound. Sweat beaded on my cheeks. Every breath came deep and heavy. My cock was a bar of steel. The world was balanced on the edge of a knife - razor sharp and eager for blood. Every sense was alive. A cool northern wind sent shivers through anxious muscles. Damp earth and fallen rain filled my nostrils. Mud pressed against the fever hot soles of my feet. Above the stars shown bright and clear in the sky as they only do over farmland. Only the wind echoed in my ears. Behind me was my private little hideaway. An old farmhouse built around a frame of concrete. Well kept but unremarkable. Even if it could be seen from the road no one would ...
    remark on it. It was solid as a rock, soundproof, and a mile from the closest neighbor. It was perfect. Wiping my feet carefully on the entry mat I slipped in the back door. The door made no noise and the lock little more as it slid home. It opened directly into my bedroom. A sparse affair. A simple queen sized mattress with an old wrought iron designed headboard. Sheets black and wrinkled matching the faded pillowcases. A closet on the far side of the room held all my clothing. Besides it rested the somewhat generous bathroom I had added to the building. The only real feature of note was the sectional computer desk and all that it held. An older desktop dominated the space but there was also a playstation, a laptop, and a tablet all plugged in and held on it. Next to those were two newer smartphones in designer cases. All three computers showed related files. The lives of my special guests all laid out as pretty as a picture. I didn't need to read them again. I had committed them to memory over the last two weeks. I knew more about their lives they did. Lastly I focused on the doorway leading out of my room into the kitchen and from there into the living room. Where they waited for me. Stepping through that doorway would be the point of no return. If I thought my heart was pounding earlier it felt like it might burst now. Felt like a kid about to pop his fucking cherry. You know what to do, a voice whispered inside me and it was right. Decision made I reached down and pulled the ...
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