Hansel & Gretel: A Fairy Tale For Grownups

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Hansel had his hands tied together and then roped to the back of the cart upon which the wood-cutter sat, as they disappeared down the track towards the other side of the wood. Every step carried him further from Gretel. He was powerless to help her, and that shamed him, as did his nakedness. He wasn’t used to other people, strangers, seeing him like this. In fact, from the time he had got too old for his mother to bathe him any more, no one else had seen him naked.

He was, although he was himself only dimly aware of it, a beautiful young man. His body was slim and graceful, almost full-grown. His blond hair hung down to his shoulders in soft waves. He had deep blue eyes, with long, almost girlish lashes, and his lips were surprisingly red for a boy. Except for thick curls around his groin, his body was smooth, almost hairless, and the skin soft to the touch.

At last they came to a stream. The wood-cutter stopped the cart under a tree. He fetched some water from the stream for Hansel to drink, which Hansel interpreted as a kind gesture, though as he was to discover kindness was to be the exception. The wood-cutter watched him as he drank, with a look that unsettled Hansel. He had no experience of men’s lusts, had no idea in fact that there were men who desired their own s*x. But no sooner had the man taken back the cup than he seized Hansel’s curly head in his rough hand and bent it backward. The man then kissed Hansel full on the mouth. No one had ever kissed him this way before. He was surprised, even outraged, and yet there was something disturbing about it too. It aroused a feeling in him he had never felt before, something he didn’t understand. The man forced Hansel’s mouth open with his free hand and pushed his tongue between Hansel’s lips. This was even more intrusive and Hansel tried to pull away, but in vain. The man, aroused now, pushed his tongue as far into Hansel’s throat as he could. Still twisting Hansel’s hair in his hand, he slid his other hand across Hansel’s chest, taking a n****e between his thumb and finger and pinching it. Hansel grunted at this effrontery and tried once more to break away, but the wood-cutter was far too strong for him. The man twisted Hansel’s n****e hard, which made Hansel grunt with pain, even though the man’s tongue still filled his mouth.

The man ran his hand down Hansel’s belly and grasped hold of his c**k. He pulled away from Hansel’s face and looked down as Hansel’s c**k nestled in the palm of his hand. It was, though no one had ever told Hansel so, a handsome c**k, long and straight when fully erect, at least an inch longer than average, perhaps a little more, with a proportionate thickness. The man gazed at it admiringly.

“You’ve got a good big c**k on you, boy,” the man said, his voice thick with desire. “I wonder if you know what to do with it?”

Hansel could feel his c**k stiffen under the man’s touch. It was not a touch he welcomed, indeed he felt disgust for the very thought of another man handling him this way. And yet his c**k was now almost fully erect. How could his body betray him in this way? The man was rubbing him slowly, bringing him up to his full measure, the c**k so hard that it stood up almost vertically. The head was a deep red as the man pulled back Hansel’s foreskin.

The man now let go of Hansel’s hair. His other hand slid down Hansel’s back and cupped one of his buttocks, squeezing gently, then more roughly, his calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh. Then he lifted his hand from Hansel’s bottom and pushed one of his fingers into Hansel’s mouth.

“Suck that, pretty boy,” he said, “and see if I don’t give you something else to suck before long.”

Hansel had no choice but to suck the finger forced into his mouth. After a minute the man took it out and his hand fell once more to Hansel’s bottom. Hansel tried to move away, but the man had him by the c**k, and kept him close. Then Hansel felt the man’s finger push roughly up into his ass. He squirmed and tried again to get away, but the man suddenly released Hansel’s c**k and instead got a firm grip on his balls, twisting them until Hansel cried out with pain. The finger on the man’s other hand was pushed deeper into Hansel’s ass. There were tears in the boy’s eye, tears of pain from the finger in his tight virgin ass, and from the man’s rough hand twisting his balls hard; but also of shame for the violation that was taking place.

The man released his balls and took hold of Hansel’s c**k once more, his finger still thrusting up into Hansel’s bottom. He began to rub Hansel’s c**k hard.

“Let’s see how long you take to spurt,” he said, “and how far you can spurt it.”

He rubbed Hansel faster and faster. Hansel desperately wished that he could make no response, but his c**k seemed to have a will of its own, and the faster the man rubbed it the harder it got, until suddenly Hansel cried out and his c**k shuddered in the man’s hand, and the warm sticky semen spurted forth, arching out and falling onto the ground. The man squeezed Hansel’s c**k until he had milked every last drop from him. Hansel slumped back against the cart.

The wood-cutter got back in the cart and they drove off, Hansel still bound naked to the back of the cart, trudging along behind. Once or twice they passed some other people on the way; first, a shepherd tending his flock, who gave the wood-cutter a leer when he saw the naked boy; and then a man and his wife, walking beside a donkey. The woman looked at Hansel with evident desire, unable to take her eyes off him until her husband spoke roughly to her, whereupon she lowered her eyes. Hansel blushed.

At last they stopped for the night, once more by a stream. Hansel hoped that at last he might be unbound, but the wood-cutter had other plans. He came up close and began to fondle Hansel, running his hand over his smooth chest, squeezing Hansel’s n*****s, then reaching down to take Hansel’s c**k in his hand. It did not take him long to get Hansel fully erect once more. The ejaculation earlier in the day seemed to have not at all diminished the speed and power of his arousal. As the man stroked Hansel’s handsome c**k, he pressed his mouth against Hansel’s, forcing his tongue in between the boy’s red lips. Breaking off, he moved his hand to take a firm grip on Hansel’s balls, squeezing them hard. Hansel whimpered, but the man only laughed. Still holding his balls firmly, the man began to spank Hansel’s bottom with his other hand, hard smacks which stung. The man’s hand, rough from manual labour, was far less sensitive than the boy’s tender behind, and soon Hansel was hopping about under the assault, though unable to escape while the man maintained his firm grip on his balls. The cheeks of his bottom turned steadily pink, then red.

At last the man stopped spanking. He sank to his knees and prised apart the cheeks of Hansel’s bottom with his hands, then pressed his mouth to the opening. Hansel had never known such a shameful thing. The man’s tongue kept darting into the tight little hole. Hansel wriggled, trying to avoid the intrusive assault on his modesty, but once more the man reached for his balls and held them in a tight grip, twisting them until Hansel was still.

This went on for a full ten minutes, Hansel squirming with shame and the pain from the man’s twisting his balls. And yet, though he could not have explained this, his c**k retained all the hardness produced by the man’s initial stroking. Finally the man stood up. Hansel thought that was the end of it, but once more he was mistaken. The man spread Hansel’s cheeks again, and this time the boy felt something hot and hard pressed against his opening. Though he had not seen the man’s c**k, had indeed never seen any man’s but his own, he knew what it was. The man thrust against him hard. Hansel instinctively resisted, closing the narrow little opening, trying to preserve his anal virginity. But in vain; the man was very strong, and he had Hansel bent over the back of the cart so that his bottom was offered, and the man knew exactly how to get what he wanted. It was evident that Hansel was not the first boy he had deflowered.

The finger he inserted earlier that afternoon had been invasive, and too big for Hansel’s virgin bottom, but the man’s c**k offered an altogether thicker and longer intrusion. Hansel wriggled and cried out as the man struggled to impale the boy, but the man was determined to have his way. He managed to get the head of his c**k into Hansel, and from there it was only a matter of further, vigorous thrusting before he was buried up to the hilt.

Hansel was in pain. He felt violated, shamed, abused and debased. And yet his c**k remained hard. How could that be? As the man buggered him he reached round and took Hansel’s c**k in his hand, squeezing it hard, pulling on it, and rubbing it. Hansel knew that much more of this and he would ejaculate again, no matter how degraded he felt by what was happening to him. But before Hansel could reach his climax, the man swore an oath and Hansel felt the c**k kick and buck deep inside him as the man’s semen spurted forth, deep in Hansel’s bowels.

The man got himself some food, and fed Hansel a few scraps before bedding down for the night. The man slept in the wagon, while Hansel, still securely tied by the wrists, was forced to sleep on the hard ground underneath, with no blanket to cover his nakedness. He passed a restless night, his dreams troubled by images of strong men abusing him sorely.

In the morning the man allowed Hansel to wash in the stream, though his wrists were still tied in front of him. The water was freezing cold; the man made a coarse remark about the manner in which it had shrivelled Hansel’s c**k, and when Hansel came out of the water the man played with his c**k for a while, squeezing it and smacking it and twisting it until it had come back to life and was big and hard again. But then the man decided they must be off, so once more Hansel trudged along behind the cart.

In the middle of the day they stopped in a wood. The wood-cutter gave Hansel a crust of bread and a few sips of water. He began to play with Hansel’s c**k once more. Hansel did not resist; what was the point? He was in this man’s control for the time being; he was certain that any show of resistance would be punished. But he felt nothing but shame as the man manipulated his c**k into a hard erection. He felt doubly ashamed that his c**k should betray him. It ought to lie small and inert, indifferent, not hard and throbbing.

The man forced Hansel to his knees. Unbuckling his belt, he pulled down his breeches. For the first time Hansel saw the man’s c**k. It was big, not so much longer perhaps than the average (not that Hansel, innocent boy that he was, had any idea of what was average), but it was of a considerable thickness. Fully erect, the c**k stuck straight out. The man grabbed Hansel by the hair and forced his face up, then pushed his c**k against Hansel’s lips.

“Open up and take me, boy, or it will be the worse for you.”

He emphasised his threat with a hard slap across Hansel’s cheek. Yet the boy did not open his mouth. Surely this was such an unnatural act, an obscenity, to take another man into your mouth. He simply could not do it. His mouth was clamped shut, despite the man attempting to force himself in.

The man was enraged by Hansel’s refusal. With an oath he picked up his belt from the ground. Doubling it, he turned Hansel around, forcing him down over the wagon, holding his hair with one hand and lashing Hansel’s bare bottom with his belt. Hansel cried out with pain. The belt was thick and heavy, and it stung badly. Soon his bottom was a dark shade of pink. It felt as if it was on fire, each stroke landing on top of the last, the pain building to an intolerable crescendo. Still the man continued to thrash him. At last he set the belt aside and once more turned Hansel to face him.