HEED TRIGGER WARNINGS PLEASE * MINORS DNI
Tw: really mean Man inserting things into a butt that should NEVER be inserted into a butt, contains: dub-con, object insertion, beer enema, degradation, humiliation, bullying, spanking, sadism
You twitched and squirmed, alcohol running thick through your veins and clouding your mind. Arousal coursed to heat your sex and you couldn’t stop the whimper from tumbling out of your lips. You didn’t have much to drink. Just one beer, but it was enough to loosen your inhibitions and be susceptible to the man next to you and his advances, more prone to preening in the attention than keeping your guard up despite the attention being backhanded every time. He was smirking down at you, big and bulky against your frame. He could throw you around like a ragdoll and it terrified you as much as it excited you.
“You want to fuck me, huh?” He whispers in your ear suddenly, tone condescending and clearly amused. “You’re so small, how do you think you can fit me?” Your mind is muddled from alcohol and arousal, swimming with ideas but you can’t articulate any without sounding whiny or desperate. Instead, you whine and fall into his body, Rocky was always so warm and big and it felt so nice to just press yourself against him. He chuckles, chest shaking you from the action and you flush in embarrassment at realizing your practically laying in his lap now- literally. “Mmm, I can stretch you with my fist- make sure my huge cock wont break you apart. Not if my fist doesn’t anyway.” Your heart races and the idea of this huge man taking his equally huge fist and making your ass stretch around it scares you. If that’s his idea of getting you ready you’re not so sure you want to do this anymore. You prop yourself up to pull away, shaking your head in protest.
“I-I don’t know,” you whimper, “I can’t take that! You’re way too big!” He laughs again, letting you retreat this time.
“Well, if my fist fits, then my cock sure as hell will, right?” He’s smirking, radiating sadism and you’re not sure he’ll take your comfort or pleasure into consideration whilst stretching you with his fingers and inevitably his fist. You swallow and begin to curl in on yourself- now would be the smartest time to leave. You haven’t started anything and there’s no reason he shouldn’t let you go. But leaving isn’t on your mind right now; didn’t even cross it. “Oh, okay, then why don’t you get one of your toys or something, stretch yourself on that for me, hm?” You squirm in even more embarrassment.
“B-but I don’t have any toys!” You protest, mind swimming because even if you did have toys (you do), you definitely weren’t going to show him them! Rocky’s smirk grows to a malicious and sadistic smile.
“Then, toy, you better find something quick or I’ll hold you down and stretch you on my fist anyway.” The words send shivers down your spine and you look around frantically, heart pounding and tears welling up in your eyes as you shake with adrenaline. A glass beer bottle catches your gaze. Surely he’s not huge. Even if he has to use the base of the beer bottle instead of the neck, right? Surely that will work? You don’t keep fresh produce in your house, though, so the fruit or vegetable option was out and...you were scared to look for anything further in the house to use.. Shaky hands reach over and grasp the unopened bottle and you swallow as you hand it to him nearly cautiously. He’s chuckling and grabbing it from you. Your heart drops when he twists the top off to take a sip. Is he going to fist you? Is he really going to-
“Okay, slut, take your pants off.” You stand quickly to shimmy them down, heart placated for now. “Can’t have the cap on, it’ll tear your ass apart and as much as I like to break my toys, I can’t leave permanent damage. That’s no fun.” You’re still shaky with adrenaline as you move to sit back down, to let him drink the rest of the beer before stretching you open on it. His thick hands move to stop you from sitting, instead moving to turn you around and leaning you over the coffee table in front of the couch. Your heart is racing, mind going just as fast. He spits over your crack, thumb pressing down on your hole when the spit reaches it. He circles the pad of his thumb over your anus then spits directly on it. He presses his thumb into your ass and you whine loudly, arousal taking back over. Okay, he’s just playing with your ass as he drinks it, that’s o- the cold, glass tip of the bottle presses against your hole as he removes his thumb. You can practically see the smirk on his face through his reflection on the tv despite the images moving on it. You swallow and go to move forward when his second and holds your hip in place as he thrusts the bottle into you, the neck pushing all the way in until it starts to widen into the base. Your moan catches in your throat and comes out as a squeal, the beer shaking making air build in your rectum. Your panting now, mind mush from the stress and arousal and your sex is dripping.
“Awww, did the little toy like that more than they thought,” Rocky coos condescendly, pulling apart your ass cheeks so the bottle sets more securely. He holds the bottle in one hand and begins to press your body further so you’re settling across the coffee table. At first, he begins to pump it into you, gas building before pushing your ass in the air so the beer begins to pour into your bowels. You choke on a whine and squirm as the liquid gushes into you, filling you and making your stomach groan with the pressure. But he doesn’t stop there, he begins to pump the now empty bottle into your hole, spitting on it occasionally before stopping. He chuckles as you sweat and squirm, the pressure in your stomach and ass leaving you shaking in adrenaline and arousal. He stands and before your incoherent whines turn into actual protests he shushes you.
“I’m going to get proper lube, relax and don’t let anything drip out.” He stands fully this time, placing a gentle but stinging slap against one ass cheek and your hands fly back to the bottle so it doesn’t slip out as your muscles spasm. You whine and shake as he leisurely acquires lube from his backpack by your door. When he comes back, he remains standing, smacking your ass one-two-three-four-five more times of increasing intensity before pouring lube around the bottle on your hole. Then, he begins to fuck the bottle further into you, the stretch agonizing in combination to the liquid still filling and putting pressure on your gut. Tears are falling down your cheeks now, pleasure still somehow pulsing through your being as the sensations crescendo and you cum as the thickest part of the bottle finally stretches your anus wide enough. You cum, mind unthinking, just letting your body feel. You’re sweating and cumming and crying and then Rocky yanks the bottle out and drops you to the floor. Beer and lube shoot from your ass, and you can’t stop it. Your muscles are too relaxed from your orgasm so you can just lay there and cry as both pleasure and humiliation fill you while you empty your bowels of all the beer and gas that was fucked into it. Rocky’s foot comes down to rub your sex as he watches with a look of disgust on his face. Sadistic and amused, but disgusted nonetheless. He scoffs and the smirk returns as he steps on your sex and spits down on you. “Do you really think I want to fuck you now, after that? Ha! As if, loser.” Then, he gets up and leaves. Leaves you alone in your own pained mess in your own apartment that he soiled. Leaves you crying on the floor on the brink of a second orgasm from his foot against you. Leaves you wanting more despite being so totally and utterly ruined.