Sam Ch. 01

Sam struggled to force words out, "No, please Val, please just--just go. I won't do it again, I've learned my lesson, please!"

Val laughed. "Refusing me won't get you anywhere, Samuel. I'm going to fuck you either way."

With a pull, Vaullenta reminded his captive of the bonds which held his naked body, now doing his best to face away in a fetal position.

"But one way, and you get to keep your little secret." Val tucked the oil back into Sam's dresser. The boy was frozen, grappling with an impossible decision. Finally, the tension in his body faded.

"F-fine." Sam said. Val's hand now resumed their path down Sam's back, between his cheeks, and onto his asshole. With a shudder, he felt the long elven fingers push against it. "What are you going to do to me?"

As if in response, the Drow elf's long and narrow finger slowly invaded Sam's hole. His ass was still slick with oil and opened easily for its violator. He began to slide it in and out, slowly massaging and working the muscles looser. Soon, another finger was added, and Sam's asshole stretched painfully.

Sam closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He had once experimented with this sort of thing, while touching himself, but never found much pleasure in it. Now, even though pain wracked his ass, his traitor of a dick seemed to be loving the assault, leaking a small puddle of precum on his sheets. He wanted to kick and scream, to try and dissuade Val from forcing himself onto him, but he knew that that would only mean a much, much more brutal exposure.

The university is well aware of the privacy threat teaching divination magic holds and therefore takes the breaking of its statutes seriously. Sam would be immediately and very publicly thrown out, branded as a pervert, and legal action would soon follow. And of course, the man with his middle and ring finger halfway up his ass had possibly the most damning evidence possible. There was no escape. Sam retired to this torment. One night. One night of horrible, painful, violating acts, and this would all go away.

The boy's eyes went wide, and he let out a bright yelp as a third finger joined the other two. All of them now quickly worked in and out of his burning asshole, stretching it, preparing it, surely, for the cock he felt pulse against his inner thigh. Val quickened still. Sam looked down between his legs at the ashy grey penis now pressing up against his own.

He let in a sharp inhale and began to panic. Three fingers were already too much, but the monster he saw standing at attention was no doubt twice the girth. Val might as well shove his fist up there, as soon as that thing. For a moment, Sam thought this may be a blessing: perhaps Val wouldn't be able to penetrate him, and he would only have to put up with the violation of the elf's fingers.

The fingers slipped out of Sam's ass. He took this respite to gasp for air, relishing in the moment of pause. He heard fumbling, and suddenly felt the fingers pressing at his hole again, now coated in some cool, slippery substance. Despite doing nothing to lessen the pain, Val's three fingers now slipped in and out as easily as one had before. His hole was left alone again. Val's hand was now reaching between Sam's legs, coating his stiff monster in slick lube. He grabbed both his and Sam's penis in his hand and began to stroke them. The boy shuddered in pleasure. If this continued, he might actually orgasm. He was disgusted at the thought and yet began to rock his hips back and forth. Sensing his pleasure, Val let him go and returned to stroking only his cock. Sam couldn't help but let out a moan.

The grey penis was pulled back from between Sam's legs. Almost at once, he felt his attacker's cockhead pressing against his throbbing asshole. The boy slammed his eyes shut, and prayed that he would be too tight, that the Drow wouldn't fit. But with the aid of the lube, the massaging, and the fact that Sam was, despite himself, exceedingly horny, Val's cock slowly filled his ass.

Sam let out a sharp and growing cry as the penis, which seemed to go on forever, pushed deeper and deeper. Cool tears ran down Sam's face, and all at once, he couldn't hold back anymore. Hot jets of semen began to shoot from his own cock, the first and most powerful of which managed to fly all the way to the window. It hung there, a testament to the wizard's shame.

"Oh, you really shouldn't have done that."

And Val was so painfully right. Now that he had cum, the pain and humiliation had amplified, and pleasure somewhat faded. And the Drow was nowhere near finished. The slow pumps grew faster and faster, penetrating impossibly deep. By the time he could feel Val's hips slapping at his ass, the tip of the monster felt like it was going to burst from his stomach. He tried to tell him to stop, he tried to scream, but his mind was slipping, and all he could manage were a few pathetic grunts of pain.

Sam tried to focus on his rationale, that this was a far better fate, but his thoughts were drowned out by the furious wet slapping noises now filling the dorm. Sam thought about his neighbors, whom he'd knocked at many a time for making a racket as he tried to study. He wondered what they must think of him now; if they could possibly imagine what was going on.

Coming back to lucidity, he thought maybe he could call for help, but Val's fingers had found their way back down his throat. Sam made what pitiful, slurred, gulps of noise he could, desperate to form some kind of coherent speech. It didn't come. His voice was gone, and his vision was fading fast. Suddenly the elf fucked him much faster and began to pant. He knew what was coming. All at once, the Drow pushed himself as deep as he could manage, finding fresh pain in Sam's worn asshole. Sam began to fill with Val's cum. Before Val even removed his penis, the boy had passed out.

Sam awoke a few hours later, as the sun began to crest over the horizon. All signs of Vaullenta had vanished, though he was reminded of the events of the previous night by the pain engulfing his ass. He reached down to touch it. It felt hot, forced open, and the Drow's sticky cum had dried up all around it. He curled over, and took deep breaths, trying to recover. He had done it. Now it was over, and he would never have to worry about this again. He would dispose of the oil, never attempt any more perverted excursions again, and awkwardly avoid eye contact with Vaullenta at classes. Lazily, he reached into his dresser to quell the last lingering doubt. All at once, Sam was wide awake. The vial was gone. In its place, a small parcel with a note attached. Sam's breath quickened as he read the foul, evil words.

Tomorrow, 12 pm, the Fountain. Wear this.

The envelope contained what appeared to be a mess of elastic pink fabric. Unfurled, it revealed itself to be a sheer lace g-string, decorated with frills and bows along the top band. Sam stared at the underwear in shock. He was to wear this to presumably meet Val at the Fountain, the center of town, at the busiest time of day. He began to breathe faster and almost passed out again. His mind raced at what the elf would make him do now. Steeling himself, he decided to try and get what sleep he could, before once again subjecting himself to his tormentor. Something in the back of his mind whispered that this was far from over.