***Be warned...this has non-con and some sexual violence in it, though not as much as when I first wrote it***
Then he realized his face was pressed against something hard and rough and unyielding, and it seemed like it was still dark. A breeze was whispering over him, making him even colder, and...and...
Holy shit, am I outside?
Well, that made absolutely no sense because Grady did not sleep outside. Ever. He needed a ceiling above him with his back firmly against one of the four walls around him...and that was not happening, right now, was it?
I mean, like, hell to the no.
But there he was...face down, now feeling grit, sand and stones pressing into his ear. Did he pass out? Did he have a wreck on his chopper? Was he crashed on the side of the road?
Aw man, had everything that happened with Stasi...was it just a dream?
He tried to roll over but couldn't move. He flexed his arms. They were frozen to his sides. His legs wouldn't move, either. He tried to speak but his mouth wouldn't let him. It felt like...like a tube was shoved in it? And was strapped in place...and he finally realized...
He was gagged...and his hands were bound, behind him, and his legs were tied side-by-side at the ankles and knees...and he was on his belly on the ground, and that made no sense! Then he felt someone pulling at...pulling at his jeans? Forcing them down his legs to his knees. Shifting him so that that stones and rocks and grit under him dug into his pecs and stomach and chin.
Shit...am I being stripped?! Oh, no fucking way.
He began to struggle...but all that brought about was a sudden, sharp smack to his ass.
"Oooohhhh," said a low growly voice that sounded familiar. "Grady's wakey."
He tried to raise his head to look over his shoulder but couldn't turn far enough to see anything. So he began to grunt and howl.
Whoever was yanking at his jeans stopped and pulled at the waistband of his briefs. Which weren't the cleanest ones he'd ever worn. Dammit. Hadn't his mother always yelled at him to always wear clean underwear, in case of moments like this? Always?
Shit.
The waistband snapped back against his skin, then he heard that voice say, "Good morning. Remember me?"
Stasi...shit! She's doing this to me? What the fuck's going on?
He starting to breathe heavy, and the thing in his mouth wouldn't let him speak. He still managed to grunt, "What the fuck, bitch? You into some kinky kind of shit? Lemme go! This ain't fun!"
She chuckled...and he felt her tear open his briefs then slap his half-naked butt, a couple of times...almost playful.
"Kind of hairy," she said, "but not bad. You ever do nudes, Grady? Show it off for the boys?"
Shit, this had to be a dream. Some bitch has kidnapped and was stripping him? Was she about to ravage him? Damn, all the times he'd imagined it and now it was really happening? Really?
No, not really. Because now he had an idea of what was up. The money in his lock-boxes. Oh, shit...he wasn't scared, now, oh, no...he was fucking terrified, because Dax would kill him if she took that away.
"Who the fuck are you? What you gonna do?" He talked slower, trying to enunciate.
He was pretty sure she understood him, but all she did was grab his cheeks and spread them apart, then begin rubbing what felt like a club or bat or tube between them.
Oh, she's not gonna do that...she wouldn't...she couldn't!
All she said was, "I guess it's only polite to let you know, Stasi's dead."
"What the fuck?" Grady managed to growl, despite the gag. "What's this all about? What's fuckin' goin' on?"
He kept on and on with questions of the same basic nature as he felt that club press against his anus. All coherent thought vanished from his head as he bucked at her and fought to shift away, but she rode him like you would ride a bronco, laughing. Suddenly, the damn thing was vibrating and he felt the point of it pressing against his rectum...and...and...
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS SLIDING INTO HIM!
He bucked at her, even more, but all that did was help her push it even deeper. It was like she was splitting him in half, the soft humming and shivering of it tearing into his very being as he screamed and struggled but could not stop her. In fact, she used his twisting and fighting to help turn him onto his back, keeping that thing inside him, massaging him in places no one had ever gone, before.
His eyes were jammed shut in pain, so he only barely felt her pull at his briefs and tear them open to reveal his pride and joy, but he sure heard her sigh. "Oh, Grady, you're not circumcised."
What? What the fuck's that about? Who cares? She's fucking raping me and so fucking what if I still got my foreskin?
He opened his eyes and finally saw the woman was dressed in a black leotard or onesie or whatever the damn things are called, with a balaclava hiding her head. Latex gloves were on her hands, and she held a travel-size jar of Vaseline. "I don't understand why all men don't have this thing cut off," she sighed, pinching and pulling at the foreskin.
He grimaced and tried to shift away from her as the vibrations inside him kept shattering him to the core.
She continued, with "It ruins the look. Gives a nice dick the appearance of a garden hose or an anteater. Gets dirty. Jews and Muslims have the right idea; just get rid of it."
"Leave me alone. Leave me alone! Leavemealone!"
He squirmed more as she pulled the foreskin back, making him moan, and not in ecstasy. "At least you're clean," she continued. "That's a positive. My mother's big on cleanliness. Causes cervical cancer, you know."
And suddenly, she was stroking him! And she was rolling his balls with her other hand!
What the actual fuck? Is she jacking me off?
She kept on with, "The old testament hated foreskins, you know. I had to read the entire thing." She chuckled, then began to pull at him, hard. "Momma didn't expect me to notice was how stupid and male-centric it was."
She kept running her hand up and down his dick. Rolling his balls with her other hand. Soft and easy but insistent. As for that thing up his ass, still shivering and humming...now he figured it was a vibrator. And to his horror, it was making him feel things he didn't think a guy should feel, in a situation like this. Like...like having his dick respond to her manipulation of him!? Oh, this was not to be endured.
Except...much as he hated to admit it, this was feeling too damn good. Especially when she toyed with the ring in his left tit. The fire shooting through him made him clench his ass, slipping the vibrator in even deeper, rubbing rocks and dirt against his skin and pushing him harder against her hand.
He was now fully erect.
She stopped stroking him. He could do nothing but groan and shift as his dick flopped back on his belly, and look up to face a billion, billion stars. Not a single cloud, and the moon was full. Well, confirmation he was most definitely outside.
The woman entered his field of vision and held up a gray backpack. Somehow he knew, if he could have seen her face, she'd have been smiling. Because that backpack had been in one of his Harley's side boxes. Which had been locked. It held the money he'd collected, that day, from Dax's pushers and dealers and suppliers.
Dax is gonna fucking kill me.
"You think this is what I'm after, don't you?" she said.
He glared at her and tried to spit out a flurry of curses along the lines of, "You fuckin' bitch, don't you dare fuckin' do this to me, you fucking cunt, I'll cut your fuckin' tits off," and on and on as he struggled to free himself. Wasn't doing any good. He now could see ropes were also wrapped around his chest holding his arms in place. Dammit.
"The cash is nice, but this isn't why you're here." She squatted down to flick at his penis, saying, "This is. Only, that erection didn't last long. Doesn't Grady have any staying power? Let's see what we can do about that."
She shoved a hand between his legs, found the base of the vibrator was still just outside his rectum, and flicked a switch. It began to work harder and louder.
Grady shook his head and tried to scream. He bucked at the ropes, but all he succeeded in doing was crushing his hands and arms against the hard rocky ground. He cursed and howled and screamed and struggled but in moments, he was gasping from the pain.
She began stroking him, again, one hand on his dick, the other back to toying with his balls, saying, "Y'know, Grady, men are pussies. I figured that out when I learned Moses was too weak-assed to circumcise his son, so his wife had to do it. Proved to me that women are stronger."
She straddled his right leg, still working his dick. The vibrator kept humming on and on...and it working faster and almost angrier...rubbing inside him in ways that sent shivers through his dick and balls...to his shock, he found he was getting off on this.
She pinched his foreskin, again. Hard.
He yelped, then he started to whimper.
"Something else to consider about this thing?" she continued. "1 Samuel 18:27. Wherefore David arose and went, he and his men, and slew of the Philistines two hundred men; and David brought their foreskins, and they gave them in full tale to the king, that he might be the king's son in law. And Saul gave him Michal his daughter to wife." Still stroking him, she tickled the fingers of her other hand up from his balls and through his pubes to his now-heaving little belly. "When I read that, first question that hit my feverish brain was, Did Michal go to her brother, Jonathan, and ask him what it was like to be with David? What with all that love that surpasses that of women stuff, he probably had an inside track on what made Davie run. Man, even just wondering about that was somewhat sacrilegious."
She caressed the eagle on his chest and toyed with the rings in his tits and pulled at the hairs on his pecs and tummy.
He squirmed and tried to shift away but could not...just grew harder and harder.
"What do you think? If I was a man doing this to you, would you be able to keep from getting an erection? I doubt it. As you mentioned, once, men can find satisfaction with either women or other men, in the right place at the right time."
She kept working his dick, gentle but insistent.
His ass clenched. He pushed against her. That fucking vibrator was feeling better and better. He was close...so close...
"You...you fuckin' rapin' me..." he choked.
"Oh, Grady, can a woman rape a man? Many say no, that men can only rape women. Of course, they also claim that men can't rape men, so there is that stupidity to deal with."
He grimaced, the sensations crashing through him far too demanding to ignore or fight or even try any discussion with.
She chuckled. "Kinky boy. You're just like this...well, this guy I once knew. Built like a brick shithouse, with a voice you could hear clear to the South Pole. He also had a wife and five daughters, and he loved a big black dick up his ass when he was fucking me. Is that you, Grady? Should I phone a friend?"
She sat up, still rubbing his dick. Up and down and up and down, the foreskin now all but vanished.
"He and I had fun, more than once, with this gorgeous lad named Kareem. He was cut. So was Sarge, who loved being the meat in our sandwich." She sighed and continued, "It's funny, but just thinking about Kareem...and his smooth skin...no tatts...hair in just the right places...a smile that could shame the sun...and an ass that would turn any man gay...just picturing him gets me going."
She caressed the eagle on Grady's chest then pinched his nips, again.
"And needy. So, Grady, you're not as taut as him, or big as him, but would you still like me to fuck you? I could get undressed..."
Grady was beyond rational thought, by now. Just breathing heavy, half from fear and half from outright horniness. He managed to growl, "You're fuckin' rippin' me off and you wanna fuck, too? That's fuckin' crazy. Get this thing outta my ass! This is fuckin' rape, you fuckin' cunt! I'll get your ass in jail and fucked every night, bitch!"
She chuckled, shifted back and began pulling harder on his dick.
He grunted.
"So you don't like it when you don't get to consent? You get to do what you want, but if anyone does it to you, oh...not nice."
She pulled, even harder. Stroked faster. He groaned...then he felt a surge explode in his groin and fire up from his balls to the base of his dick and he jolted and gasped and clenched and tensed and...and...oh shit, he ejaculated. His cum splashed back onto his belly and dripped into his pubes as he cried out like a dog finishing inside his chosen bitch.
No, no, no...it ain't possible. She's got me tied down in the middle of the desert and she still got me to cum? How the fuck could that be?
Then she pinched and twisted the ring in his left tit and he fired, again. Clenched his ass and shifted his hips into her hand and whimpered and gasped. His breath was sharp and ragged. And oh my God, the pleasure washing over him was way beyond belief. It was like the first time he'd jacked off. Sensations danced over every cell in his body, from his groin straight to toes and even his ears. He had never experienced an orgasm like this, before. He nearly blacked out from its his force...its near perfection.
"Was that good for you?" she asked, as she wiped his cum on his face. "Did you enjoy it, you little cunt?"
She could tell he had.
"I'm not after the money," she added.
Then she held up a gleaming single-edge razor blade. It reflected the moonlight. Looked as evil as anything ever had. She caressed his chest with it. Around his nipples, one after the other. Trailed it down treasure trail over his belly.
"Can you guess what I'm really after?"
He whimpered, confused. He was soft, again, so she gripped his foreskin. Pinched it tight.
He tried to squirm away but she had too good of a hold.
"I'm after giving you pain," she growled, "like you gave me."
Then she pulled the skin out as far out as she could...
Twisted it.
Felt for the head of his penis.
Cast him a smile of the purest delight...
And sliced the blade through his flesh.
And despite the gag, Grady’s choking shrieks of pain filled the empty, endless desert night.
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