The Story of Silas

Chapter 1: Getting FuckedPresent Day “No! Father, don’t!” I blinked, and the image went away. Even after all these years, it was still as fresh as the day it had happened. I sighed, rubbing my eyes. My eyes weren’t ever going to get older, but they could still get overwhelmed by the pulsing lights. And this club was nothing but pulsing lights, gyrating bodies, and barely clothed gay men looking to do nothing more than either stick their d**k somewhere or get stuck by a d**k. I felt a nudge to my arm and opened my eyes to see a thick, muscular man in his late thirties or early forties giving me a smile with a raised eyebrow. “Hey. Saw you over here alone. Thought you might like some company.” “Have a seat. I’m Silas. Don’t know what kind of company I’ll be. I’m a little distracted.” Instead of sitting opposite me in the booth, he sat next to me, draping his arm behind me on the low back. “Heath. What’s got a gorgeous guy like you distracted?” “My dark, brooding past.” I said it as if I was kidding. He scooted a little closer. “Ooh, I like a man with a dark past. I like to watch them squirm under me as I try to f**k them into a new, brighter future.” I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what happens when you’re the one getting f****d?” “Never happens. I’m a top, through and through.” I looked forward, hand on my drink, and kept my face blank. I knew just how to get him. “Funny. Because I’d have you begging me to thrust deeper inside you in two minutes.” He smiled, raising his eyebrows. “Oh? Care to make a little bet? How ‘bout we wrestle back at my place, and whoever wins gets to top?” I leaned into him, his lips inches from mine. “Trust me—any man I’m with ends up getting f****d. One way or another.” * * * * Back at his place, we immediately took off our clothes. Heath had a short, fat d**k, whereas mine was longer but only slightly thinner. He was the definition of a bear, though I was glad to see he didn’t have much hair on his shoulders and back. I was into men, not animals. I let him have his way for a few minutes, him holding me down with my arms above my head as his tongue and lips roughly made their way around my lips, neck, and chest. I felt his d**k nearing my hole when I slipped to the side, getting him on his back. I quickly wet my fingers and inserted them. “Hey!” He wiggled a little, but I knew exactly where to place my fingers to make him wiggle in all the right ways. “Mmm…This doesn’t mean you win.” “A finger f**k is still a f**k, baby.” A few minutes later, I was pounding into him hard. He held up his legs with his vast arms, screaming, “f**k me! f**k me!” I slowed my thrusting and moved forward to kiss him deeply. Then I pulled back, giving him a slight grin. “Want me to show you something else I do for fun?” He nodded eagerly. I slowly moved my hands to his neck and gave a light squeeze while I continued to thrust. His eyes grew large as I restricted his breathing, letting him come up for air after a few moments. “Oh, f**k yeah. f*****g choke me, you f*****g b***h!” “Oh, I’ll do more than choke you.” I continued thrusting into him and choking him. He began tapping me a little to indicate that he needed to breathe, but I kept going. He pushed me, but I stayed glued to him. His face began to change color, and that was when I went in. I removed my hands and sank my teeth into his neck. He screamed and hit me on the back, trying to pull away. But that only made the blood pump faster. I began to swallow mouthfuls of his blood, thrusting into him. His hits became weaker as I drained him. Finally, I felt my orgasm coming and thrust into him one last time, imagining my creamy load filling his tight ass. But, of course, the only fluid I had in my body now was blood. It was in my stomach, in my mouth. It was life. And I’d just taken his to give me more. I’d told him he was f****d. He just hadn’t known in what way.