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In around a second he had me completely tied up and at his mercy. My mind was still reeling from the shock when I felt him drag me to my feet and shove me the few feet into the water. I managed to get my head above the waves, spluttering, and he stood over me, raising his foot just a bit out of the water in front of my face. I shied back, afraid he was going to kick me, but he had worse in store. "Lick it." I looked up at him in horror. Surely he was kidding! He just stared back and waited, obviously getting impatient. I sighed and tentatively lowered my head to his foot, running my tongue barely over the top, tasting the salty taste of the water. "Suck my toes, or we see how well you breathe water." I shuddered at the thought of what I was being asked to do, but could see no way out, so I lowered my mouth to his toes and took them between my lips, sucking each one. As I was doing this he gave a moan of pleasure, obviously enjoying himself. When I was done he pulled me up and shoved me back onto the beach. I landed on my back next to a bag I hadn't noticed before. He kneeled beside me and quickly unzipped the back, then slipped out of his swimming trunks and straddled my chest, nude. He reached over into the bag and pulled out a can of icing, holding it in one hand while the other hand wrapped around his long cock, already hard from my toe-sucking, and dipped the end of his cock into the icing, covering a good 3 inches of him. He then presented his icing-covered cock to me, just above my face. "Suck it off." I hesitated for a moment and was rewarded with a slap across the face as he screamed at me, "NOW!" I whimpered for a few moments longer, then tentatively raised my tongue to touch the mass of icing, just licking the very tip of his cock. He seemed not to mind, moaning as he enjoyed what I was doing, content to wait for me to move on. I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock and moved my head until I'd taken all of the icing-covered cock into my mouth and proceeded to suck and lick it clean. As I was doing this, between his moans, he'd reached over into the bag and pulled out a butter knife. He proceeded to use the knife to ice 2 more inches of his cock and look at me expectantly, "Now that, bitch... suck it all clean." My eyes got very big. How was I to do that? I was already taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I closed my eyes as I realized what he wanted me to do, then tried to relax my throat and let him slide even further into me. It was a strange feeling, hard to describe, but I felt him go into my throat and I quickly sucked the icing clean, then slid back some to clear my throat so I could breath again. After that he dropped the icing and grabbed my head, holding me while he fucked my mouth, sliding deeper into my throat with each thrust until, finally, my nose nestled against his pubic hairs and his balls slapped against my chin.
He stayed like that for a moment, then thrust a few more times before pulling completely free of my mouth, leaving me gasping and coughing, trying to roll away. He let me roll onto my side, then pushed me over onto my back and quickly pulled down my trunks. I tried to squirm away, realizing his intent, but too late. He had me pinned down and I couldn't get free. He again reached into that horrid bag and pulled out some lubricant, getting it on his fingers and using it to slowly work my tight virgin ass open. He spent a good 10 minutes getting me ready, then liberally coated his cock with lubricant before slowly beginning to force his way into me. He took his time and it could have been a lot worse, but that was still the longest fifteen minutes of my life, as he forced his huge cock into my ass. He was determined, though, and I could do nothing to stop him, so eventually I felt his pelvis pressed against my ass, his cock completely buried in my tight hole. He held that position for nearly a minute, letting me get used to him before he began to slowly thrust in and out. After a few minutes of this, he was getting very close and sped up, slamming in and out of me as he fucked me hard.
Finally I felt a strange warmth spread deep within me as his warm seed filled me, and he slowly pulled out. I think he untied me then. I don't know. I know that when I'd come to my senses enough to look around, he was gone and I was untied, trunks around my knees, facedown in the sand. What shocked me the most was the sand sticking to my semi-hard cock, held there by my cum from when he'd ass-raped me.
That afternoon I was sitting in the Raven, trying to decide whether I had enjoyed myself or if I was totally grossed out. What would my ex-wife and daughter say? When the waitress brought me my bill, there was a number on it. I looked her in the eyes. They were beautiful eyes, I must admit. She smiled at me. "It was on there when I got it" I nodded, still somewhat dazed from that morning's raping. I went to reach for my wallet when her hand gently touched my arm. "A tall blonde man got it." I shook my head. It wasn't agreeing or disagreeing. It was just a common movement normally accepted as an answer. Not another word did she say as I got up from the table. A tall blonde man grabbed my elbow as I exited the building. He leaned over, and whispered in my ear "Thank you." I looked up at him. Anger, hurt, surprise, and guilt filled me. I wanted to smack him, and thank him at the same time. He didn't seem so imposing now that I was standing up also.
We were both were about six feet four. He had piercing baby blue eyes, as were mine. His looked like deep pools of water. I could get lost in them. Although he was considerably younger, he was gorgeous. We were both staring at each other, eyeing the other one up and down. His smile made me smile too. His nose was wide, but it was so cute. I couldn't help my staring. His feet gently bumped against mine. Underneath his pale yellow shirt was a sort of pudgy tummy.
"What's your name?"
I swallowed whatever pride, confusion, and fear I had about this kid. "Joseph."
"Nick." Nick. Sounds almost like my daughter's name, Nik. "Look, about this afternoon." He started. "Don't tell anyone." I stared at him. "That Nick Carter raped you?"
"Why would they care?"
The kid's jaw dropped. "You." He laughed at me. "Don't know who I am?!" He laughed whole-heartedly when I shook my head.
"Why don't you clue me in then?" He shook his head.
He looked me in the eye. "Call me," he managed to say before an ear piercing scream hit our ears. He didn't even look. He just ran. I watched him run. Kinda sexy it was…
I never did call him. I'm not sure if it was because I wasn't able to bring myself to do it, or just because it was a blockade against the memory. I lost the slip with his number only moments later. A large crowd of girls rushed by me. That's my story and I'm sticking to it…