Warning: This chapter contains non-consent sexual content, violence and fetish play that may be triggering. Read at your discretion.

 Forced 

As a guy, you go through life oblivious to the sexual harassment that the fairer sex experience on a day to day basis. A walk in the park or down the street past midnight with both headphones blaring in my ears would be no big deal. I didn't have to hold the keys in my pocket like a Swiss knife or carry pepper spray with me wherever I went. I could wear whatever I wanted to the beach or the local club without fear. You didn't quite get it until you were on the receiving end. 

It was a hellish nightmare that, no matter how hard I tried to wake up from, refused to end. 

I jumped back when Kevin's cock hit my face in repulsion and pulled away, but his hand on my head kept me in place. His cock, to my extreme alarm, was big and uncircumcised with bulging thick, purple veins running along the side. Its shape was slightly bent, like a banana, and his balls hung low. The thought of another man's member being anywhere near my face made me queasy nearly to the point of gagging. 

"Take it, slut," Kevin commanded, his darkened eyes hooded from lust. He rubbed his cock against my trembling mouth, smearing his precum on my lips. 

Instinctively, I pursed my lips tightly shut. 

"Are you going to make me shoot your foot to make you suck me?" Kevin asked in a dangerously-low voice that sent chills down my spine. He was very serious about his threat. This was a man who had nothing to lose; he was already in prison. 

My stomach twisted. 

Dammit! What choice did I have?! 

With tears running down my face, it took all of my willpower to pry my mouth open. Once it did, the head of his cock slid into the cavity immediately, filling it with his vile taste. The moment my lips had closed around the hard shaft, it twitched and swelled. I squeezed my eyes shut and gagged around his cock; he tasted like piss and sweat. It was too much for me to handle. 

"Ah, fuck, it's hot inside your mouth! Suck my head like you sucked my thumb," he grunted.

After a few moments' hesitation, I did as I was told and cautiously sucked on his bulbous head. Fresh tears streamed down my flushed cheeks. 

"Yeah, that's a good bitch. That's right, suck that big cock," he said as he wiped my tears and brushed my bangs away from my face so that he could get a better look at me. 

After a few seconds of sucking his reddened mushroom non-stop, he shoved abruptly deeper into my mouth, and I felt the corners of my mouth straining to accommodate his size. I groaned in protest, the sound naturally coming out muffled. 

"Breathe through your nose, idiot." 

That wasn't my main concern! 

Heedless of my protests, he kept going until he'd buried all of him in my mouth, and his fat cockhead poked the back of my throat. I let out a strangled groan; I felt like my cheeks were going to burst open. 

"Don't make me feel any teeth," Kevin warned, a look of ecstasy crossing his face. He was enjoying this, the sick bastard. 

He started face-fucking me moving his hips back and forth. Against my wishes, I could feel his veiny cock rubbing against the inside of my cheeks. 

"That's right. Suck harder. There we go, that's a good bitch." 

He picked up speed, and I closed my eyes as I concentrated. 

He slapped my face, hard. I knew for sure that my left cheek turned red -or redder- from the intensity of the hit. "Hey! Look at me. Look at me with those big, angry blue eyes of yours as you blow me." 

I whimpered but did as I was told. He laughed. 

He gently stroked the cheek he'd slapped while constantly keeping a hand on my head to guide me. One moment he hit me, and the next he brushed my tears away and stroked the wounds he'd inflicted? I was at the mercy of a complete madman. 

I shuddered. 

"Oh, yeah. I want you to look at me as you drink my cum so that you never forget who gave you your first load." 

I tried to get him off as quickly as possible; I figured the sooner he came, the sooner this ended. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his cock began to pulse. I quickly pulled back, thinking it was finally over, but Kevin's forceful hand held me to him.

"Woah, there. Where do you think you're going? I told you I wanted you to drink my load." 

Fuck. 

He emptied himself down my throat, his cock furiously sputtering and pulsing. Although his cum tasted like what I imagined garbage tasted like, for my sake, I tried to swallow every drop of his cum rather than die with his cock in my mouth. Some of it spilled out of my mouth. 

"Don't spill my cum, bitch! Drink all of it!" he scolded as he pulled on my hair. 

When he pulled out of me, I would have fallen to the ground if it weren't for his fist in my hair, keeping me upright. With his cock, he scooped the cum that had dribbled down the sides of my mouth back into my mouth. 

"Swallow," he commanded. Hiccupping, I forced myself to do it. It was like vomit going down my throat. 

He released my hair. I collapsed to the ground onto my back and just lay there, breathing laboriously and staring at the ceiling. I was exhausted, more so than I'd ever been in my entire life. 

Shame washed over me, potent and suffocating. I felt like a towel that had been used, dirtied and then discarded. It was all I could do not to roll into a ball and weep. 

Kevin came to stand over me, one foot on either side of my waist. "Here's another load for you to drink." 

How could he still cum after that huge load he'd shot straight into my stomach?! 

Alarmed, my eyes zeroed in on his flaccid cock. Kevin peeled back his foreskin and pointed his cock straight at my face. 

When I realized what he intended to do, I instinctively gasped. "Wait, no-!" It hit me straight in the mouth, a hot golden stream of piss. I gagged from the wretched sour taste and immediately turned my face away, my eyes and lips squeezed shut. His legs at my sides kept me from rolling away like I'd initially planned, so I had no choice but to throw both hands over my head to shield my face. 

He laughed at my misery and futile attempt to keep from getting soiled, the mocking sound echoing in the small room. 

I felt him direct stream down my body, covering every inch of me with the warm liquid. He took his sweet time 'washing' more cock. He pissed for a long time; clearly, he'd been pent up. Eventually, the stream faded until it finally ended. 

"Ah, that was nice," he sighed contentedly. 

A foot drove into my stomach, slamming down into my gut mercilessly. I bucked and vomited the cum I'd been made to swallow all over the ground along with bile and anything else that was in my stomach. 

More maniacal laughter. 

"You're so fucking fun! You're definitely better than that willing loose whore over there. It's always better when they put up a fight." 

Like a pathetic worm, I rolled onto my stomach and writhed on the ground as agonizing pain pulsed from my stomach and spread to the rest of my body. A haunting cry ripped out of me like the wail of a dying banshee. I felt like I was going to black out; my vision was blurring and my head was spinning. For a few minutes, I was crippled, unable to do anything but writhe from side to side. It was absolute torture. 

All while tears streamed down my eyes, Kevin laughed and laughed wholeheartedly like a kid on his first time in Disney World.

"Since now your stomach is empty, I'm going to fill you up again. But this time I'm going to use your other mouth." 

He crouched right next to me. 

Slowly, I raised my tearful eyes to meet his darkened ones. There was the unmistakable glint of madness glistening in his eyes. It made the liquid in my spine freeze. I realized it, then. He was never going to let me walk out of this room after he'd had his sadistic way with me. He meant to kill me; I could see it in his eyes. It was his ultimate fantasy. 

My eyes fell to the gun tucked into the line of his uniform pants. 

"Reckon these guys can stop being lazy long enough to join us for a good ol' gangbang?" He looked at one of the other inmates. 

My hand shot for the gun. We struggled.

"Hey, M- What the fuck! Let go of the gun, you stupid bitch! I said let it go! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO RAPE YOUR FUCKING CORPSE-" 

The gun went off and warm blood sprayed on my face. 

Kevin, with a bullet to his neck, fell to the ground, dead.