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Louis woke up to the sound of a zipper and fabric rustling.
Oh, the tent, he thought sleepily. He and his friends had decided to camp for three nights, not out in the wilderness, just in the forest just outside town. School would return in a few short weeks and they’d started to get bored of the same old. A couple of days without parents had seemed like a great idea, and Louis suspected that his parents were just as happy. They hadn’t even lectured him about behaving or anything, just asked him what kind of food he wanted and told him not to wander off on his own. Oh, and that he shouldn’t poke any bears.
There were no bears. The most dangerous animal they might run into would be a raccoon.
Maybe Tim had heard one and gotten scared, he was a bit of a wimp sometimes. Louis turned his head to check who was crawling into his tent but the bright glare of a flashlight temporarily blinded him.
“Oh hell yeah,” a low voice said. “Jackpot.”
Louis froze where he was stretched out on top of his sleeping bag. “What-” That was as far as he got before a hand clamped down over his mouth and a heavy weight settled on him. The flashlight was carelessly tossed to the side, illuminating the tent with a muted green glow as the light took on the colour from the tent fabric.
“No, no. Stay right where you are." The unknown intruder said as he pressed Louis more firmly against the ground. "Shh. If you wake your friends it won’t end well.”
A gleaming knife was held up in front of him, and Louis drew in a shocked breath, surprise, anger, and fear battling it out inside of him, with fear winning out.
“Good boy,” the man said as he stopped squirming. “Do as you’re told and no one will get hurt. This is a hunting knife, it’s very sharp. Stay still now.”
As the man removed his hand and pushed himself up until he was only straddling his legs Louis tried to remember how close Robbie’s tent was. Robbie should be the closest one, right? He couldn’t remember. They’d joked about snoring and decided to keep some distance between them. How far away was Robbie? Or Tim, or Felix.
Louis’ heart was rabbiting away in his chest and his panic made it hard to think. If he shouted that meant the others could run away, because he really didn’t trust that this guy wouldn’t hurt them. He had a fucking knife, he-
Louis felt the guy tug at his T-shirt and he both felt and heard it rip. Holy crap.
“Stay still,” the guy murmured as he kept sliding the knife through Louis’ shirt, the fabric parting smoothly on each side of the blade. “Don’t make me cut you.”
Despite knowing that it was a bad idea Louis couldn’t stop himself from squirming, instinctively wanting to get away from the knife. Luckily the metal blade didn’t touch him, but that meant that the stranger soon peeled the shirt off him with a pleased little hum.
When a hand started tugging down his underwear Louis first froze and then immediately reached down to pull his boxers back up. When his wrist was grabbed it wasn’t exactly done gently and Louis grunted in pain and stopped moving.
“None of that now. I thought you’d prefer it if I didn’t use my knife that close to your dick and balls.” The fingers holding his wrist tightened their grip and pressed his hand down against the sleeping bag. “The nicer you are the quicker this will be over and the higher the chances that you and your friends won’t end up as newspaper headline. I’ve been watching you, and there’s no one around here except for you four. If you shout maybe your little friends will understand what’s happening. Maybe they'll be smart and run away, phone someone for help, maybe not. Maybe I'll get them first. Either way I’ll be done with you before someone else gets here.”
“What-” Louis almost didn’t recognise his own voice, it sounded so timid and shaky. “What are you going to-”
The man chuckled. “I’m going to fuck you, pretty boy. Or… you can pick. Either I stick my dick in you, or this knife.” He waved it in front of Louis’ face again and Louis caught a glimpse of his own frightened expression in its reflective surface. “And if it’s the latter I’ll move on to one of your little friends instead. Nice of you to all have your own tents. And very thoughtful of you in particular to not have crawled inside your sleeping bag. I sure appreciate it.”
He had, at first, but it’d been too hot, he hadn't been able to fall asleep.
“Your ass was the first thing I saw getting into the tent. Anyone ever told you how sexy your ass is?”
He didn’t reply and that made the man chuckle. A large hand landed on his ass, giving it a squeeze before patting it, making Louis shudder. There had to be a way for him to escape. Maybe he could get the knife, cut a hole in the tent.
When his wrist was grabbed again he wanted to protest, he hadn’t even moved this time. Then his other wrist was grabbed too and the man tugged them to rest on the small of his back. When he felt something cool touch his skin he twitched, afraid that it’d be the knife.
“Just a zip tie,” the man said quietly, and just like that Louis realised he’d been tied up. When he tried to move his arms he could feel the plastic pressing into his skin. The man shifted and once again covered Louis with his own bigger body, one hand coming up to press over his mouth again.
“I do like feisty boys,” he whispered into Louis’ ear. “But there are limits. Let me explain what’s going to happen here, pretty boy. I’m going to get this-” A hard bulge pressed against Louis’ ass, rocking against him. “-fat dick deep into your guts. Turn your sweet little hole into a gooey mess. And you’re gonna like it. I can always tell who’ll like it. Have you ever been fucked before?”
Louis must have made some sort of noise because the man chuckled. “You’re in for a treat then. I’ll cut your underwear off now, your choice if you’ll stay still or not. But if you scream you’ll regret it. Maybe I won’t kill you, maybe I’ll just cut your balls off.” A hand groped between his legs and Louis felt his testicles trying to crawl into his body, but before they could thick fingers closed around both balls and dick and squeezed. “The boy without balls, they’ll call you. But it’s real easy to avoid that. Just be a good boy, play nice, and this will be over before you know it.”
After another, harder, squeeze to his package the man sat back up again. Louis didn't move, aside from the quick rise and fall of his chest as one panicked breath after the other tore out of his lungs. He could scream, but what was the point? He was right, no one else would be out here, and even if the others understood what was going on the guy was fucking huge and he had a knife, a knife he was currently using to cut off Louis’ underwear, getting rid of them so he could rape him.
It’d be bad but it wouldn’t be as bad as dying. Or having his balls cut off. And his friends would be okay.
The man grunted as he tugged away the remains of Louis’ underwear. “This fucking ass. I swear I could bounce a quarter off it. How old are you, kid?”
Louis stayed quiet and that got him a sharp smack to his ass. The sound seemed to fill the entire tent, loud enough that surely one of his friends would have heard. He'd started to hope that they wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t want them to see him like this, didn’t want them to know what was happening. What if they saw the guy’s face, maybe that would mean he’d kill them for sure. When the man smacked him again Louis flinched and spoke up, voice barely loud enough to count as a whisper.
“Fif-fifteen.”
“With an ass like this? Holy.” The stranger sounded genuinely amazed. “You sure grew up fast, not sure what your parents are feeding you.”
Louis really didn’t want to think about his parents. If he died they’d probably blame themselves for letting him go camping in the first place.
A metallic clank brought him back to the present, the sound of a belt being opened. It was almost immediately followed by the sound of a zipper and without being able to help it Louis began to squirm again, needing to get away.
This made the man sigh, like he’d expected better. “While it’s fun to watch your ass jiggle… I can’t stretch you out if I need to hold you down. It’d be much nicer for you if you work with me, kid. Trust me, you don’t want to take me without prep.”
Strong hands grabbed his hips and tugged until he was kneeling on his sleeping bag with his chest also pressed against it and then something huge slid between Louis’ ass cheeks. The man’s cock felt like a hot steel rod, only covered with skin.
“Mmhmm,” the guy hummed. “Feel that? Thanks to your perky little ass it’s nice and fat and ready for you. All eight inches of it. I wanted to touch myself while I waited for y'all to finally go to bed, but I didn’t. I saved it all for you.” He rocked his hips, cock sawing back and forth in the crack of Louis’ ass.
When his ass was grabbed again and pushed together around the hard length violating him he let it happen without protest.
Maybe he’d come like this, Louis thought as the man started breathing more heavily. Maybe it would be over if he did. He was way too aware of how his own dick hung limply between his legs, swinging back and forth every time the man pressed against him. His balls still felt too tight, like when you step into cold water. It felt like they shrunk even further when something slimy and hot pressed against his asshole.
“Don’t worry, kid. I’m not gonna take you dry. But I want to-” The man grunted and Louis felt what had to be the head of the cock slide against him again. “Just a taste. I’m leaking like crazy, so don’t worry.”
When the pressure against his ass increased Louis made a low sound in his throat. It felt strange. It didn’t hurt, not exactly. But it didn’t feel good, it didn’t feel like something that should be happening. Just when he thought that he couldn’t stand it anymore the pressure went away.
“Yeah, you sure are untouched goods,” the man said and gave his ass a small friendly pat. “For a little while longer anyway. You’ve been good so far, but I’m not sure I trust you not to get noisy.”
“Please don’t kill me,” Louis whispered, cheek pressed against the smooth fabric of his sleeping bag.
“What’s the fun in that?” He sounded amused. “Just be good for me, and you’ll get through this without a scratch. Start by opening your mouth.”
A frown flitted over Louis’ face. Open his mouth? Why would- he flinched as his ass was smacked again.
“We ain’t got all night.”
When the rags that used to be his underwear were shoved into his mouth Louis gagged and spluttered, but the stranger covered his mouth until he’d settled down.
“Now let’s see.”
A finger slid between his ass cheeks and prodded at his hole, and Louis squeaked as it forced itself inside of him, protest muted by the cloth filling his mouth.
“Good, good.” The man slid his finger out. “Don’t spit that out, or you’ll regret it unless you can keep quiet without it.” He tugged on Louis’ hips again, raising his ass higher, arranging him like he weighed nothing, like he was a rag-doll.
When the finger returned it was slick, and Louis stiffened as it slid over his hole, but the penetration didn’t come. Instead the man petted the tightly clenched ring, rubbing the slick all over it. It tickled in the worst way, and Louis exhaled shakily out of his nose.
“Sexy ass and a cute pink hole,” the man said. “I know what holes like yours are like.” The finger disappeared and then something cold was squirted directly on his ass, making Louis twitch. “They need some gentle attention, someone who knows what he’s doing.” The lotion or lube or whatever it was started to flow down his crack heading towards his balls, but Louis forgot about that when the finger returned to continue to rub at his hole.
When it started to press against him he tensed and the pressure eased off, but only long enough to make him relax. The moment he did a slick digit pushed inside his ass, feeling impossibly big.
“There we go, the first one is the difficult one. Now let me-” As the finger wriggled around inside of him it ached a little, but that part wasn’t the worst bit. Knowing what was going to happen was worse.
The man was still straddling his legs so he couldn’t kick. His hands were tied behind his back, and he was gagged. Even if he’d been as big as the man holding him down he wasn’t sure if that would have helped.
Suddenly the probing finger hit something inside of him that made a current of electricity race down his spine and Louis sucked in a sharp breath through his nose.
“Found it,” the man said smugly as he kept brushing over that same spot. “This is your special spot. Boys like you always like it. It makes some all melty and some whine like bitch in heat. Wonder which kind you’ll be.”
Goosebumps rose all over his body and Louis could feel himself twitching around the finger that had forced its way inside of him. To his shame he could feel a whine rising in his throat and he forced it down, almost choking on the wad of cloth filling his mouth in the process.
“You’re all soft and warm.” The finger was now thrusting in and out of his ass, rubbing over that spot on every pass. “Just need to loosen you up and get you wet enough that you won’t scrape the skin off my dick. I’m already circumcised and I’d like to keep the rest of it.”
One finger turned into two, and as they pressed inside of him it hurt, a short stinging pain as his hole stretched wider. The pain mixed with the shivery feeling as both digits pressed down on the spot inside of him, and soon Louis couldn’t tell one from the other.
The noise caused by two slick fingers pumping in and out of his ass sounded filthy and wrong. Girls got wet before you fucked them. He wasn’t a girl, but now he was going to get fucked. He was going to get raped . By a stranger, while lying twenty feet away from his friends.
When the fingers disappeared he tensed again, and the man chuckled low and amused. “Your hole is winking at me, it’s real cute.”
As something bigger than a finger pushed against him he was relieved to realise it was only a thumb. When it was quickly joined by the man’s other thumb Louis twisted, knees sliding against the sleeping bag. Eight other fingers immediately tightened on his ass, holding him still. The thumbs started to pull him open, slowly but without hesitation.
“I’ll belt your legs together if you squirm too much. You don’t want that. You’ll want to be able to spread them nice and wide so I can stuff this pink little hole full of cock.” The stranger spat and Louis could feel it land inside his asshole before the thumbs smeared it on his inner walls. “You’re gonna feel good. I promise you’ll like it. You’re almost ready. You just need a little more sweetening up.”
One thumb was removed and Louis felt himself relax the slightest bit as the stretching stopped. The remaining thumb pressed inside of him a few time - only pressure as it was too short to hit that spot inside of him - before it was replaced by two fingers. This time they slid inside him quite easily, his body opening up around them without much protest.
When a hand wrapped around his dick Louis’ eyes widened in shock. Not just because the man was touching him there, but because he realised that he was hard. For some reason that felt even worse than the fingers in his ass did and he started to twist and buck to try to get away.
“See, you do like having something inside you. Now stay still or I’ll wrap my hands around that pretty little neck of yours and choke you out.” The man punctuated his sentence by shifting his hold to Louis’ balls and giving them a hard squeeze. “Maybe you’d prefer that. Waking up with a sore ass? It’s not as much fun for me though so I might need to visit one of your friends too. The curly haired one looked like the crying kind, but I can gag him.”
It could have been the ache in his balls, or the threat to get raped while he was unconscious; not even knowing if he’d ever wake up again, or the thought of the man hurting Tim like this, but whatever it was it made Louis go still and pliant.
“Good boy,” the man cooed, sliding his fingers back up to wrap around his flagging erection, his palm more than big enough to cover all of it. “Don’t be shy about coming,” he said as he started to jerk Louis off, the fingers in his ass resuming their steady in-and-out. “I remember what it was like being 15. I could spend a whole day jerking off before my balls finally felt empty.”
Louis felt himself harden again, pressure building in his stomach as he was brought closer and closer to orgasm against his will and he groaned around the gag in his mouth. Every time the fingers slid in or out it made a soft schlick , and when they twisted just so it sent shocks of something directly to his dick.
“Chest down, ass up like a proper bitch. You’ve got great instincts, kid. You don’t want to fuck someone with this-” A thumb brushed against the wet head, smearing the pre around and Louis groaned again. “You want to be fucked. You’re squeezing so nicely around my fingers, I can’t wait to feel that around my cock.”
A wave of cold washed over him, only to immediately be followed by a rush of heat.
The fingers in his ass stilled, and then rubbed against his insides again and again as his dick started to spit out string after string of cum onto the sleeping bag, the man coaxing him along with tight twists of his wrist. Louis' vision went white and then darkened until he remembered to breathe, sucking in deep shaky breaths through his nose, tongue pushing weakly against the ball of cloth.
He barely even noticed when the fingers left his ass, but he wasn’t empty for long.
It didn’t hurt as the thick cock slid inside of him, it only ached a little.
“Such a good hole,” the man whispered as he settled himself over Louis’ smaller body, pressing him down into his own mess, smearing cum all over Louis' belly. “Relax and take it. Let me use you. This is what your ass was made for. Asses like yours are made to take big fat cocks and big fat loads.”
As the fat head of the cock brushed against that special spot Louis twitched and moaned around the gag, drool escaping out of the corner of his mouth, but the man did not stop until his balls were pressed against the boy’s taint and his cock was lodged deep inside that tight, slick heat.
Louis watched as a hand came to rest next to his head, hearing another land on the other side of him. It was a big hand, thick fingers and a thick wrist leading to a well-muscled forearm liberally decorated with dark hair.
When the man started to bounce his hips of Louis’ ass the boy remained limp, taking it without protest. After a while it started to feel good; the sensation of his half-hard dick brushing against the sleeping bag, and the big cock stretching his ass open mixing together.
“Come on my cock like the little slut you are.” The words were breathed directly into his ear. “I can feel your ass squeezing me like a hungry little thing greedy for cum. You don’t need someone to touch you, you can come just like this. Getting fucked by a stranger.” A hand slid underneath his chest and plucked at a nipple. The new sensation stoked the heat already building back up inside Louis’ belly and the man groaned and twisted the little nub again as the boy’s hole fluttered around him.
“Just like that, good boy. Milk my dick. I’ll give your hole what it needs. A nice creamy load.”
Louis’ thighs trembled as he came a second time, adding to the sticky pool of cum forming below him. The man inside of him grunted and picked up the pace, shoving his cock deeper inside the sweetly twitching teen, working the hole with long strokes that sent wave after wave of heat into Louis’ belly. After a while he slowed down again.
"Not yet," he told Louis. "Wanna feel you come again. On my dick, from my dick. So you'll remember that you're a little cock slut who needs this."
He wasn't hard anymore, but after a while Louis could feel something building inside himself again. Screwing up tighter and tighter until it exploded. Pressed against the sleeping bag his soft dick squirted out a thin line of cum, and more kept leaking out of him as the cock in his ass kept moving over that one spot.
"Good, very good. Now it's my turn."
As the thrusts sped up Louis shook and squirmed, overstimulated and tender. The hard length sank into his ass again and again, unrelenting. It felt bigger than before. Hotter too. He could feel slick dripping out of his hole and onto the ground, lube and the man's pre-cum mixing together into a froth as he took what he wanted from the teenager.
The man came with a grunt and jerked his hips in short quick jabs, and Louis felt it when the first spurt started to fill him up, a slow bloom of heat. They stayed like that for a while, the man working his hips in small circles until he was done. When he pushed himself up Louis shivered as cooler air hit his sweat slick skin.
The slippery length that began to slide out of his sore hole felt impossible big, too big to have been inside of him.
“You really are something, kid,” the man chuckled as the head finally slipped out. “You’re still tight enough that you’re stripping the cum from my cock. You want it all to yourself, huh.” A hand patted one of his ass cheeks, the sort of pat you’d give a dog or a horse. “You did good. If you want more you come back here, with or without friends.”
When the plastic binding his wrists together was cut Louis let his arms flop limply on the ground. His shoulders ached, but not as much as his ass. He hadn’t like it. He hadn’t liked being raped. He hadn’t. Beneath him his own cum had started to cool.
Cloth rustled, a zipper purred, the belt buckle clanked.
“Bye, kid.” And with another pat on Louis’ ass the man collected his knife and the flashlight and crawled out into the night. Leaving Louis alone and trembling inside his tent, dick once again half-hard and eager for more.