The Bunting Fly

The arms came around her without warning. The knife was sharp against her throat. The voice that whispered in her ear was guttural, threatening. "Have you ever been ravished, Doll?" 
The young woman froze for a moment then reacted with a strength abnormal for a female her size and weight, but the man's hold was too secure. 
His hand went down to press her dress hard against the secret area between her thighs. She struggled harder but only managed to press herself more firmly against either his hand or his own thighs. 
"Have you a weapon down there?" the man demanded in that harsh, ugly voice as he fondled the mound of flesh that hid beneath the white dress and pantaloons. "It's an oddly shaped thing, isn't it? More like a man's club, I think. Ah well, I'll just have to take it, now won't I? I'll just take everything you have while I'm at it. I wouldn't mind a taste of you." He pressed a kiss against her ear. 
"Bastard!" her voice did not sound so feminine just then. It was extremely masculine and full of rage. "Let me go!" 
"Or what?" Her captor insisted as he yanked her closer, close enough she could feel his erection against her buttocks. "Can you feel my weapon? Its outline is a lot like yours, isn't it? I wonder why?" He listened to the woman curse. "Tsk! Such foul language for a beautiful woman. I shall just have to teach you a lesson, won't I?" He jerked her backwards into the alley and on into a tiny room. He shoved her against the bed. "Undress." 
He wore a mask, that villain, and tight black clothes that left nothing to the imagination. His cock, ill concealed by that tightness, was definitely aroused. Doll swallowed thickly. He was an unknown enemy and therefore dangerous... and strangely stimulating. 
"You can go to the devil!" Doll snarled in a manly voice. 
"And spoil an hour of fun for you?" The villain shook his head. "I think not. Undress." He watched Doll's hands clench. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" He chuckled in a low threatening way. "I can't ravish you with your clothes on. Come, Doll, I'm sure you don't have anything I haven't seen before." 
Doll came charging forward. As the masked villain dodged, he tripped her. He flew sprawling onto the dirty floor. In an instant he was on her, pressing her down. They rolled around in the dirt, pitting will against will, body against body. It didn't take much for Abbott to overcome her. "Now comes the ravishment." She began to fight again but he was stronger. In only a matter or moments, he had her subdued again. He shoved the back of her dress up. Doll bellowed in a very muscular and robust tone of anger, and struggled violently to free herself. Abbott was once again stronger. Doll's pantaloons came down, exposing her white buttocks. "Hum...what white cheeks you have, my dear! The better to tempt me? I think they are too white." And, *smack*, he slapped her. She stiffened in shock. He caressed her reddened buttock. "Oh, my dear, have I hurt you? Let me kiss it and make it better!" He bent over and planted a kiss on each naked cheek. Doll tightened again, but this time, it wasn't from shock. 
He rolled her over, much against her will, and encountered the largest, thickest shaft he had ever seen in his life. It rose majestically, coming to rest regally upon the flat stomach. 
"Now, that's what I call a weapon. Do you ever use it on anyone?" He waited but though Doll's eyes gleamed in lust, she...er...he said nothing verbally. Abbott's blue eyes twinkled merrily. Doyle's eyes were stormy. "I think we both can admit you're not a female. Don't you agree?" Doyle flushed lightly. The pink grew when the other man chuckled in a low, delighted way. Abbott's mouth came down to cover the huge organ, and Doyle whimpered as he thrust upwards. Abbott moved rapidly away. 
"No!" Doyle pleaded in a shaky voice. "Abbott?" 

"This is going to be my way this time, understand?" Abbott said harshly. Doyle nodded, reluctantly. His luscious green eyes were wary. Abbott pulled a small porcelain container from his pocket and shoved it into the other man's hands. "Jason Doyle, my arse is yours." And he moved away, tugged down his clothes and knelt on the floor on his hands and knees. 
Doyle didn't waste any time. Within moments, he was buried to the hilt inside the hot, tight moistness that was William Abbott. They rocked...Doyle plummeted back and forth... Abbott alternated between ecstasy and discomfort. Doyle came and the man beneath him followed suit a few second later. They collapsed onto the dirt. 
"I could use a cabin boy with your remarkable endowment," Abbott murmured in a trembling voice. "Are you interested?" He ran his hand over the other man's arm. 
"Yes." The word was simple, the meaning behind it was not. 
Abbott rolled over. His eyes swept over the man in speculative contemplation. You know," he murmured thoughtfully, "I have the loveliest ball gown back in my cabin. It's aqua with tiny peacock feathers sewn round the hem. It'll go perfectly with your hair." 

(Author's note: This was based on the old song: "THE ROVING KIND." Hope you enjoyed it.