WEDDING RAPEby dale10
Kevin was a very popular young professional baseball
player. He had been recruited right out of high school, and was
everyone’s darling. Kevin was in Las Vegas for his marriage to his
lovely eighteen-year old bride Amy. However, Kevin had a very bad gambling
problem. Even though he had a multi-million dollar
baseball contract, Kevin was technically broke. He had
wasted away most of his fortune before he even met Amy,
the girl of his dreams, by playing cards and dice and betting on
horses and so on. But once he fell in love, he
swore that he would mend his evil ways. He stopped
fucking young, horny, nubile teenage baseball groupies. He stopped drinking
heavily, and for a while, he even stopped gambling.
Amy was a virgin. She insisted on waiting until their
wedding night to consummate the sexual union with her
handsome stud of a husband Oh they had done some heavy
petting, and she had even jerked him off, marveling at
the long, thick, juicy piece of fuckmeat her popular fiance
had. He begged her to kiss it and lick it, he was used
to getting that from girls, even on the first date. But
Amy held off, promising him she would do everything he
wanted on their wedding night. She did kiss the huge pink
helmet of his dick head now and then, driving him nuts. He
wanted his balls licked so badly, saying that it wasn’t breaking
any marriage rules, if she just licked his big nuts now and then,
but she was stern. She rolled his fat nuts in her hand while she jerked
him to climax and wiped up the sperm with a tissue. He couldn’t wait to
have her taste it and swallow it.
And then they were there, in their beautiful Las Vegas
Casino suite, staring shyly at each other. Kevin kissed
his new bride. She opened her mouth to him and he
cupped her breast, feeling the nipple harden beneath
his hand. The fat udder tip pulsed between his fingers. His
dick was never harder. It was leaking pre-fuck.
"My God, I have waited so long for this..." he
whispered.
Kevin's prick was rock hard, pushing at his expensive
Trousers and wetting them. Amy could feel his massive dick throbbing against her body. She knew it would hurt the first few times. He was so damned thick.
"I've waited too. I saved myself all through high
school... knowing that some day the right man would be
able to take my virginity. My husband!" Kevin slid the
straps of her dress down and began to kiss her breasts, Which were hanging
out over the top, when there was a knock at the door.
"Oh God, not now..." Kevin moaned, his dick leaking even more in
his pants. Thick fuck syrup ran down his thigh.
"Better get it honey...it could be important." Amy
smiled and turned away from him, covering her tits.
Kevin went to the door and with an irritated attitude,
swung it open. "yeah?"
There was a well-built muscle boy of about Kevin's own
age standing there. "Mr. Latessa would like to see you
in the Penthouse. It shouldn't take long."
"Look, can't this wait until tomorrow. This is my
wedding night." Kevin nodded toward his beautiful wife
who sat shyly on the bed.
"'Fraid not. It shouldn't take long. Its business."
Kevin turned to Amy. "Honey, I'll be right back. It's
Probably because I'm a celebrity. They probably want to give us
some free gifts or something. Sorry." Kevin had
applied for an unlimited line of credit, and although
he didn't want to tell Amy about his gambling, he hoped
Mr. Latessa was going to grant it to him.
"It's okay darling. I'll shower and be waiting for
you." Amy’s smile was so seductive, Kevin's dick almost
spit in his pants. Kevin had a beautiful, smooth,
muscular body... even the guys in the locker room stared
at it, some of them angry cause it made them feel
queer. Amy couldn't wait to sample that body and to
feel his big fat dick claim what was his by right of
marriage. She knew it would hurt until her pussy stretched to accommodate his
thick slab of fuckmeat, but she promised to give her
husband anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. She
loved him so much.
Kevin faced Mr. Latessa, who sat relaxed in his leather
chair, his jacket off, an automatic in the shoulder
holster slung under one arm. The gangster was young as
were all his bodyguards, lounging around the room, most of them in
their early to middle thirties. It was a new generation in Vegas.
Kevin smiled. "Is this about my line of credit? You
picked the wrong time to wanna see me, I gotta say. I
was just about to fuck my new bride for the first
time."
Mr. Latessa smiled. "We know..." He hit a button on his
hand held remote control and a large television screen lit up
to show the inside of Kevin's room. Suddenly the
bathroom door opened and Amy entered the bedroom stark
naked. Kevin stared at her full tits, her flat stomach,
and her shaved pubic mound. He pussy slit was like that of a young
girl, so tight and puffy.
"My God, you can't do that. That's illegal. Turn it off
now!" He reached for the remote control, but one of the
studly bodyguards pulled him away.
"We've got a problem Kevin. The problem is you. Now
just stand still and listen. You don't want your
precious throwing arm broken in three places now do
you?"
"What's going on here. What's this about?" Kevin
watched the screen, as Amy sat on the bed and rubbed her
nipples and slid one hand down to her pussy. The
bodyguards watching the TV started to rub the lumps in
their pants. Kevin wanted to puke. This was his bride
they were watching.
"What this is about is almost $900,000.00 in gambling
debts. We have repeatedly tried to collect, and you
have been a very bad boy."
"Look, I just need some time and a lucky streak or two.
I know I can take care of this." Kevin's sandy colored
hair fell over his forehead, making him look boyish and
innocent.
"Unfortunately we are going to have to take care of
this tonight." Mr. Latessa gestured toward the TV
screen. Kevin gasped in horror, as the door behind Amy
opened and five huge muscular men stormed into
the room. Two looked Arab, one Latino and one black.
Amy grew wide-eyed with terror, and her hands
went first to her face, and then tried to cover her
ample tits and pussy mound.
"Oh my God..." Kevin raced for the door, but two Nordic
looking blond bodyguards blocked his way.
"What the Fuck are you doing?"
"We are teaching you a lesson, Kevin. A lesson you will
never forget."
Mr. Latessa rubbed the growing lump in his expensive
suit trousers. Kevin turned back to the screen. Four of
the muscular thugs held the naked virginal bride spread eagled
on the bed, while another one of the dark skinned brute tugged at
her rubbery nipples, pulling them out and letting them
snap back. She threw her head from side to side in
agony. The big tits wobbled and the nipples were stretched horribly.
Kevin couldn’t believe nipples could be stretched like that.
"You can save your wife, Kevin, if you co-operate with
us. We want to leave an impression with you, so you
are motivated to pay your gambling debts and never fall
into disgrace again. The brown skinned man on you bride is
Amed. Amed is very large and muscular as you can see.
He has very long, large thick fingers. He is about to insert
one of his fingers into your wife's virginal pussy, perhaps bursting
her cherry. His finger will prod and painfully poke at her hymen before
actually breaking it.
"Oh God...please leave her alone. The debt is mine.
Take it out on me, not her. For the love of God!"
"Yes Kevin, famous young baseball star. We intend to.
The attention being paid to your cunt of a wife is just to
make sure you do co-operate with us. Now while Amed
rubs your bride's cuntal mound, plays with her cunt lips, and
begins to explore her inner pussy, suppose you be a good
jockboy and take off all your clothes for us."
"You want me to strip?"
"Exactly. We want to see a bare assed young baseball
player."
"You fucking sick perverts...."
Mr. Latessa spoke into a small phone. "Amed, have your
Associates chew a bit on the bitch's nipples while you slide a
finger or two into her dick ditch." Amy twisted on the
bed, her face a mask of horror, while Amed forced one
thick finger between her pussylips.
"MY GOD..STOP..I'LL DO IT..I'LL DO IT...PLEASE...."
Kevin began to pull off his clothes. More and more of
His smooth, muscular young body came into view. The bodyguards
were obviously queer, for they began to play openly
with the fuck lumps in their pants. Kevin didn’t even have time
to be embarrassed or feel ashamed, he was so concerned for his new bride.
"I understand Kevin, that People Magazine named you one
of America's most sexy men. I can understand why. Take
everything off. Socks and underpants too!"
The air con in the room made the large nipples on his well formed pecs
tingle and grow hard. His dick and balls tightened and shrank from fear,but were still a huge, handsome package. The muscles in his ass globes rippled.
He had a deep ass crack and dimples in his ass cheeks. He glanced at the TV
screen and winced as he saw the brown mans' huge finger
saw in and out of his bride's cunt. The other two
hulking brutes were leaning over Amy, drawing her
tender nipples about two inches up off her chest with
their teeth, and then allowing the rubbery teats to
snap back into place. Her udders trembled.
"Your wife is fine pussymeat Kevin. You chose well. You
could be in there fucking her now, if you didn't have
this stupid debt to settle. Now get down on your hands
and knees and crawl around the room for us."
"You're out of your fucking minds...." Kevin couldn't
even comprehend what was happening to him and Amy.
Mr. Latessa shook his head and spoke into the phone.
"Amed, rub your dick over her cunt while your friends
rub their fuckmeat all over her face."
Kevin dropped to his knees. "No, please, stop, I'll
do it, I'll crawl."
"It's too late. You've got to learn to follow orders at
once, before we need to resort to harsher measures. Now
your wife's going to get fat slimy cock all over her face,
just because you weren't fast enough in obeying."
The men on the TV screen stripped in a few
seconds. Kevin gasped. They each had obscene dicks of almost a
foot in length. They were fucking sex freaks. Now they held Amy still on the bed and knelt over here, their fat, smelly, dripping, greasy pricks and
balls draped over her beautiful face."
"I hope you're more co-operative Kevin. I hope they
don't have to fuck her. Now crawl around the room on
your hands and knees. Keep your legs slightly apart so
I can see your nice big balls swing. You shave your balls, eh? I
Like that. Arch your back so your ass
is up high. When you crawl, your ass globes should part, so I can see
your asshole."
Kevin, now too humiliated to even think straight, crawled bare-assed around the hotel suite, his back arched so his
ass stuck up, his muscular ass mounds moving with the effort,
his scrotum heavy and swinging. As he crawled, he
chewed his lower lip and cried silently to himself.
"Now crawl to each of my associates here in the room and kiss the dick
lumps in their trousers."
"I'm not queer!" Kevin protested.
Mr. Latessa shook his head. "You just don't learn, do
you boy?” Into the phone, “Amed, place your fat dickhead into the bitch's
twat. And have one of your men insert his thick, greasy uncut prickhead
into her mouth.
Kevin, the darling of the cable sports networks, crawled
quickly across the room and buried his face in the
crotch of one of the young blond bodyguards. It was warm and wet.
He felt the dick push out through the material of the trousers against his
Face. It made him want to puke.
"Kiss it." the thug whispered, and Kevin kissed. He kissed the pulsing tubular length through the pre-fuck soaked pants material. The cock slime got
on his cheek and lips and nose. After he nuzzled and kissed it for about five minutes, Mr. Latessa ordered him to move on to the next bodyguard.
Kevin crawled around the room like a trained animal, kissing crotches...six or seven of them, ending up with Mr. Latessa himself. His
face was by now coated with cock leak that had seeped through the trousers.
He looked around dumbly, his tongue hanging from his full young mouth.
Then he heard the sound of zippers! He froze there on his
hands and knees, shivering from the air-conditioning, fear
and the humiliation. This could not really be happening.
"Now Kevin, you are going to suck all of our dicks."
Mr. Latessa removed a cigar from his pocket and his
prick from his pants. ”You are going to do a thorough, enthusiastic
job. You are going to please our dicks from the leaking pissholes to the
root. You are going to lick and suck our balls, and down below them as well.
You are going to scoop up the fuck leak on your tongue and taste and swallow it. Then you are going to suck, deep, down your throat, and take our fucking
baby batter.
"This is my wedding night...." Kevin sobbed, no longer
the studly jock, but more a scared little boy.
"I know, Isn't that kinky?" Latessa laughed and spoke
into the phone. "Amed, slide two inches of dick into
the whore and have your pal shove a couple more inches
into her mouth. The man over her face’s full low hanging, hairy
scrotum swung, as he sawed two inches of dick in and out
of her mouth, over her trembling lips, real easy
like, no force at all. Another man began to finger the bride's asshole. Another continued to twist and tug at her nipples.
“No, please, not her ass. She’s a religious girl. That is so fucking dirty,” Kevin screamed. Oh, he had fucked more than a few female teenage fans up the ass, but this was his wife. This was his bride. This was different. Perhaps at that moment he regretted fucking those high school chicks in the asshole.
Perhaps he regretted fucking them in their cunts and mouths too. Some of them
were so young and he had gotten them high or drunk first. But they had wanted some baseball star cock, so he had obliged.
On this night, in Las Vegas, Kevin sucked dick. For the first time in his life, he tasted prick flesh, he smelled ball sweat, he licked
pre cum. He sucked dick and swallowed sperm. They were
not gentle. They held him by the ears and fed him
prick. They forced eight and nine-inchers down into his
throat until he gagged and choked. He swallowed what seemed like gallons of cum. His stomach rumbled and he wanted to puke. He wanted to die. He
no longer cared about his career, about his life. He was made to lick and suck and eat their assholes. Their sweaty, hairy, dirty assholes. He was made to stick his tongue deep up into their wet rectums and lick and suck. A straight corn-fed young country stud like Kevin, never recovers from having to men’s assholes and swallow their cum. He was scarred, ruined for life. He didn’t know how he would ever be able to face his wife again.
If it were not for protecting Amy, he would have battled these monsters, gone down fighting. Instead he licked beneath thick drooping foreskins and cleaned out pissholes. After he had sucked off six guys, and his
throat was coated with spunk, and sperm ran from his
nose, Mr. Latessa told him to hold on for a minute. He
took a whiskey bottle off his end table and rolled it
across the floor to Kevin.
"Here, Kevin, shove this up your ass for us."
Kevin couldn't even talk. His lips were bruised and
swollen, his throat raw, "Oh God! Please no... not
that!"
Latessa smiled. "Bust her cherry..." he said into the
phone.
Trying to save Amy from being raped, Kevin quickly
positioned his asshole over the lip of the bottle and
pushed. He felt the tip of the bottle trying to push its way
passed his anal ring. He felt his asslips stretched to
accommodate the glass cylinder.
The bottle was so big, and his ass was so tight. He
pushed, the lip of the bottle popped into his rectum,
and he let out a scream at exactly the same moment,
Amed shoved eight inches of dick into the sobbing, now
deflowered bride. Mr. Latessa turned up the sound on
the TV so Kevin could hear his wife scream. Kevin
squatted over the bottle forcing more and more up his
asshole. The bottle got thicker, wider.
"More." Mr. Latessa said, pumping his prick. ”You’re a young, healthy
jock. You can take more!”
Kevin groaned and sat down on the bottle, forcing the
wider part into his stretched-out rectum. He almost
passed out from the pain. Cold sweat dripped from his
abused body. Cum hung in strings from his chin, and ran from his nose.
"Good, now continue crawling and sucking. Amed,
withdraw four inches from her twat, but have Albert
shove a finger or two deep into her asshole.”
Kevin could hardly move, the bottle in his ass blinding
him with pain, but he forced himself to continue his
blowjobs, crawling, licking, slurping, sucking. His hair was thick with
cum. It clotted his eyebrows and sealed one eye shut. His breath came in
small ragged bursts, mixed with sobs.
He sucked Mr. Latessa last. The gangster fucked his
face hard, slamming the baseball player's nose and
mouth into his pubes, sliding his ten inches of cock
down Kevin's gullet. It didn't take long. Mr. Latessa
arched his back and shot right into Kevin's stomach...
thick ropes of cumslop. He moaned, then slumped back into
the chair, letting his dick slip out of the still
sucking mouth, leaving strings of fucksnot going from
his dickhead to the baseball player's lips.
"Clean me up with your mouth." Kevin didn't protest.
After it was over, he curled up on the floor in a fetal position, the
bottle still up his ass. His muscles twitched and jeerked.
"There now that wasn't so bad was it?" Latessa laughed.
"Please tell them to leave my wife alone...." Kevin
pleaded.
"Yeah, you know if one of those big, nasty thugs cums up her
cunt, she's sure to get pregnant. I just can't get
those boys to use rubbers. Are you ready for the second
part of your repentance?"
"The sec... the second part?" Kevin couldn't believe his
ears. It wasn't over? There was more?
"Oh yes, the second part. We want this to be a lesson
you never forget. Ok? So then, bring in the DOGS!"
END
Submitted: September 24, 2021
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VanillaEssence
Well it looks as if gambling is worse for a young man's health than smoking or drinking.lol!
Sat, October 2nd, 2021 6:47amI liked the dark humor of this story.