Straight to Hell - Chapter 2

Fuuuccckkk! He has a knife, Mario thought. As he lifted up his head and saw the stranger in the doorway, Mario could see the silhouette of the knife in his hand. Fear raced through his body and he began struggling to free himself.

“Fuuuuckkkkk . . . nooooooooooo . . . plu . . . plu . . .eeezeee . . .”

As the man moved towards him, Mario struggled more with his bonds, trying to get free.

Whattha hell was he doing? I stood there for a couple of moments and then realized Mario had seen the knife in my hand. After a few seconds, I smiled and moved towards the bed. This might be easier than I thought!

“Look motherfucker, quit moving! If you don’t lie still, I’ll cut you. BAD!!”

Mario stopped struggling.

“If you say another word, I’ll cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs! So shut the fuck UP!!”

Neither sound nor movement came from the bed. I guess the knife convinced Mario that I would use it. Of course, I really intended to use it for one thing and one thing only. Something I proceeded to do right now.

Walking to the end of the bed, I ran my hand up Mario’s leg. Even with his sweat pants on, I could feel how firm his calf and thigh muscles were. As I got closer to his crotch, Mario moved slightly, trying to close his legs. I squeezed his thigh and put the knife on his cock bulge.

“Go ahead, fucker! Move again! I’ll cut your cock off and make all your whores wish you would have stayed still!”

The movement stopped abruptly. I grinned again. Straight men. They’re always so touchy about their cocks!

As I ran my hand over his muscles, I moved on the bed in between Mario’s thighs. I looked at Mario but his head was turned to the side and he wouldn’t look at me. I grabbed his cock roughly and started squeezing it. Except for a slight gasp, Mario didn’t move. Slowly, I leaned over and put my fingers inside the top of his sweats and pulled them forward. As the pants pulled up from his crotch, I put the knife near the top and pushed. It went through the material like a hot knife going through butter. I carefully pulled the knife down and it began to split open the front of Mario’s sweats.

Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuuuck! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! Please don’t let him cut me, Mario thought. He could feel the strong tug of his sweats as they ripped open. As the knife got closer to his crotch, Mario pushed his ass down, trying to keep the steel away from his cock. He felt the knife stop and then fingers grab his pants mid-thigh. Suddenly, the stranger ran the knife through his pants again as he cut them open from his thigh down to his ankles. My god, Mario thought, what am I gonna do? He’s ripping my fucking pants off.

God how I love to strip a man! The sound of Mario’s pants ripping open sent waves of pleasure through me and I continued slicing open both legs. Finally, after the material was in tatters, I ripped the pants apart at the seams and began pulling them off. Mario moved a little, trying to keep from losing the last vestiges of his clothing but it was for naught. As I pulled the last of the material away, I saw that Mario had on a jockstrap under the pants. The front pouch was full with his huge cockmeat. I severed the waistband and straps with two easy cuts, pulled hard, and voila! Jockstrap Italiano was gone for good. Now it was time to look at my prize.

Gorgeous doesn’t begin to describe Mario’s body. Even with his arms and legs tied down, his muscular physique was clearly displayed. Mario’s chest was perfect. Thick, dark hair started at the top of his chest and went down over his big, muscular pecs with pink juicy nipples jutting out from the edge. Hair went down the valley between his pecs, down his flat stomach, and into his bush.

Mario’s legs were also covered in black hair, very masculine but not overly hairy. His uncut dick lay between his massive thighs, thick and inviting. Mario’s nuts looked good too, with the same curly black hair that flowed over his body lightly covering them. Filled with lust, I reached out and began to squeeze his thick Italian cock. After a few moments of squeezing and feeling the fat shaft, I began stroking his foreskin over his cockhead.

Mario’s thick cock began to lengthen as I stroked it. He had been motionless as I stripped his sweat pants off of him but the minute I started jacking his huge meat, he began to squirm. Goddamn you shoulda seen how big his cock got! It was a pretty average length but it was nice and fuckin thick! I mean fucking THICK! As it got bigger, I tried to squeeze my thumb and forefinger together around it.

But that damn cock was so fat they couldn’t even touch each other! There was at least a one inch distance between them and I felt like I was holding a bottled water container. And the head. Shit, that sucker was so pink and smooth, my mouth started watering! I couldn’t stand it anymore and stuck that big fat rod in my mouth fast.

Mario felt a warm, hot, wet sensation surround his cock and jerked his head up. Fuuuuuuuckkk! Another guy was starting to suck his cock! Mario started to move his body to try to get the mouth off of his cock but was scared the guy would cut him if he moved again. As he watched his thick Italian meat go down the throat of another guy, Mario’s cock started feeling weird. He’d gotten blown by women before and he loved having his dick sucked. But the blow job this guy was doing on him felt different. He was more aggressive and sucked his cock harder that any other woman had.

Mario felt the lips tighten around his shaft, the tongue licking, slurping, and swirling around his head. It was as if the guy was trying to suck his cock off of his body and down his throat! After a few moments, Mario closed his eyes and laid his head back down. His dick was starting to feel good and he could feel his nuts churning, aching to release their load.

Mario tensed up when I took his plump meat in my mouth but after a few minutes of intense sucking, I could feel him relax. Once again, a mouth is a mouth is a mouth! I sucked that fucking cock like a vacuum, tasting a lot of tasty pre-cum and knew it wouldn’t be long before Mario shot me a big load. I held his plump nuts in my hand and could hear him panting. Suddenly, I felt his shaft get super hard and his fat head began to expand. I swirled my tongue around his head a couple of more times and heard Mario begin to groan as his pelvis rose towards my face and his nuts began to draw up.

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . UUUUUUUUUHhhhhhhhhh . . . GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD . . . . . ”

Thick, hot cum shot out of that head and gushed in my mouth. Mario screamed.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, FUCK!!! . . .”

Two . . . three . . . four ropes of cum shot out of Mario’s cock and filled my mouth. Mario shoved his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, shooting cum and pushing it down my throat. I was glad his arms were tied up as I was sure he would have been shoving my head down hard on his dick! It was obvious that this Italian stud loved getting his cock shoved in a warm, wet, hot place, be it a pussy, mouth, or ass.

Mario’s body shook a few more times and then began to settle down as he came down off his orgasm. I kept that fat hog in my mouth and licked around the head and piss slit, trying to get every last bit of cum his fat nuts produced. His dick began to lose its hardness and I let it slip from my mouth. Mario’s eyes were closed and he looked totally spent. I got off Mario, went over to my dresser, and spit his cum into empty ashtray. I let some of it dribble down my throat so I could taste his Italian juice but saved the rest for later.

Sucking that big Italian meat only whetted my appetite. I pulled Mario’s body slightly towards the end of the bed and then moved over near his head, getting in between his tied up arms. I had sucked my little hunky stud good and now he was going to return the favor.

I knew the blow job had worn Mario out but all I needed was an open mouth! Mario’s eyes were closed and his head turned to the side, so I pulled it up so I could lower my cock into his mouth. As I pulled his head up, Mario opened his eyes. He had a puzzled look on his face and I didn’t know if it was because he recognized me or just wondered what I was going to do next.

“RYAN . . . whattha fuck . . .”

Well, I guess that answered my question! I leaned down slightly and smiled.

“Hey baby! You have one fucking big cock!”

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Mario screamed. “MOTHERFUCKER!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

“No can do, baby. I haven’t finished yet.”

“FUCK YOU! GET OFFA ME OR I’M GONNA CALL THE COPS!”

Looking angry, I reached over, got the knife I’d used to cut off Mario’s clothes, and put it to his throat.

“What did you say motherfucker?”

Silence.

“C’mon bitch, tell me again! What did you say you were going to do?”

Mario’s breathing was hard and erratic as fear raced through his body.

“C’MON MARIO! C’MON YOU FUCKING BITCH! THREATEN ME AGAIN! THREATEN ME AGAIN SO I CAN CUT YOUR FUCKIN THROAT!”

“Ryan . . .” Mario gasped. He was breathing so hard it was difficult for him to speak. “Ryan . . . c’mon . . . take . . . take . . . that knife . . . away . . .”

I leaned down and put my mouth close to Mario’s face.

“Listen to me, you piece of shit. I’m gonna finish what I started and there’s not a FUCKING thing you can do about it! You shut the fuck up and just let it happen. Or I’ll cut your throat from ear to ear! Do you hear me?”

Mario lay there, petrified with fear.

“I said, do you HEAR me, BITCH? Answer me!”

“Yes . . .” Mario croaked.

“Good! Give me one reason to cut you up and I will. This IS gonna happen, Mario. Count on it. You just lay back and go with the flow. When I untie you, if you make a move to escape, I’ll shove this fucking knife in your heart. I fucking promise you that.”

Mario gulped heavily and nodded slightly. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Damn, my hunky Italian stud had pissed me off! Not that I’d actually kill him but he didn’t need to know that! But, as I learned long ago, if you put the fear of God in someone, it’s amazing what they will do.

After that little episode, I wasn’t interested in a blow job anymore. In fact, I had to be careful because the big prick would probably bite my cock off if I put it in his mouth! But, I was still horny and his fear fed my horniness. Mario might bite my cock off if I put it in his mouth, but I knew another place I could put it that didn’t have any teeth.

I got up and went to the end of the bed where Mario’s legs were tied down. Using the knife, I cut the strips that held his legs. Mario had lifted his head off the bed and was watching me carefully. As I cut the strips, he moved his legs slightly.

“Lay still! I’ll move you when I want you to move,” I growled at him. The leg movement stopped. Looking over at my dresser, I walked over and got the ashtray with Mario’s cum. I ran my finger around in it. It was cool but still gooey. Perfect.

I walked back over to the bed and got in between Mario’s legs. I reached down and pulled his legs up and began to push them back.

“NO! NO MAN! DON’T DO THIS!”

I looked at Mario’s face and smiled.

“Don’t do what, Mario?”

Panic showed in Mario’s face. “C’mon, Ryan! I’m straight, man! You can’t do this!”

“Mario . . . I know you’re straight. Straight or gay, I don’t give a shit. But you’ve got one of the most fuckable asses I’ve ever seen. And I want it.”

“C’MON man, I’m MARRIED! If you wanna fuck a guy, fuck a gay guy! Why fuck me?”

“Because, Mario.”

“Because what?”

I smiled an especially evil smile and said sweetly, “Because I can.” After a few moments of smiling, I turned angry again. “Now, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“Ryan, I . . .”

That did it. I’d told him to shut up but I could see he wasn’t gonna listen. He was still talking as I got off the bed, grabbed a piece of his ruined sweats, and raced over to his head. He stopped suddenly, startled by my sudden movement, then screeched “Ryan, wait I . . .” before I shoved the sweats in his mouth and proceeded to tie them off. Mario shook his head from side to side, trying to keep me from gagging him but it only took me about 45 seconds to completely gag him. Now . . . I could get down to business.

Getting back between his powerfully built legs, I reached over and began pushing them back again. Mario started struggling and I leaned forward and put the knife to his throat again. Mario stopped struggling immediately.

“This is the last time, Mario! I told you, I’m gonna do this. Face it, you’re gonna get FUCKED and that’s all there is to it. But if you move one more time, I’m gonna fuck you and THEN cut your throat! Now, you’ve got five seconds to decide.”

I looked at Mario and tears welled in his eyes again. After a few seconds, I could feel his body relax as he made his decision to give up his straight virgin fuckable ass to me.

Still looking at him, I moved back in position, lay the knife where he could see it and lifted his legs again. As his brawny legs went back, Mario closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, evidently not wanting to see me bust his cherry.