Work Text:
"Sleepy twink rough fucked in the ass by huge dick
24 min
Uploaded by anonymous"
Sure, Darian thought, I'll watch that.
He was lying in bed, his dick already out and lubed up, and he had a good hour before he'd have to start considering dinner. The curtains were closed and his phone was muted. The laptop was fully changed and he was fully horny. Life was, for a moment, all right.
He clicked through to the video that HornPub.com had recommended to him. It was clearly shot on a handheld phone but the quality was decent. It showed an ass, already lubed, the hips narrow, the buttocks nice and round. A cock was visible, wanked by a hand. And either both the hand and the ass were exceptionally small, or, more likely, that was indeed a huge dick just like the title had promised, long and thick and throbbing. Darian licked his lips and stroked himself lightly, eager to see the rest.
When the top grabbed his ass roughly, the twink made a whining sound that was hard to interpret without seeing his face. Another rough grasp, and there was another whine. Then the top slid his huge cock between the twink's round ass cheeks, and the twink said something. It was slurred and muffled and Darian couldn't make out what it meant.
The next slurred word that the twink uttered was clearly a "no".
Okay, maybe this wasn't consensual. That was the problem with watching a lot of home videos, sometimes you ran into dubious stuff. Actually, maybe the "sleepy" part in the name could have tipped him off.
But was there any harm in watching a bit longer? It's not like Darian could prevent what was happening anymore, it was in the past. He had to admit, he felt some sort of a morbid curiosity about the events on his screen. Was the filming man really going to... well, to be honest, the video's title probably gave some hint of what was about to happen. Still, Darian watched.
The top was rubbing that massive, delicious cock between the bottom's ass cheeks. The top didn't say anything, probably didn't want his voice on tape. But he was breathing hard, and for a moment, the bottom was also silent.
The camera jerked as the top adjusted his position, and for a fleeting moment, it passed over a picture above the bed. It was...
No, the thought was ridiculous. Of course it wasn't the same picture.
But Darian had to make sure. He held off his wanking for a moment and skipped back a few dozen seconds on the video. The jerk of the camera came again, but it was still too fast to see much. Darian skipped back again, then played-paused-played-paused in half-second increments until he managed to stop the video when it showed the picture, blurred by the motion.
It was a nice green and yellow abstract painting. The video image of it was blurry, yes, but it looked very much like the same one that Darian's mother had brought back from Mexico a few years back. The one that was hanging above his bed right now.
More than a little spooked, Darian started the video again. The sheets were white, the wall was white, the bed seemed like a generic Ikea one. The ass in the picture had no tattoos or birthmarks. There was nothing more to identify the place or the men.
The top rubbed his cock, slow and languorous. The twink moaned again. Darian could maybe make out a "S-stop". The voice was high and slurred, the twink's head too far away from the microphone, and Darian didn't know the voice.
The top positioned himself to push in the waiting asshole in front of him. While he was manoeuvring himself in, he didn't pay attention to the phone in his hand, and for a few seconds, it pointed away from the action, at the bedside table.
On the table was the same bedside lamp that Darian owned, and the same book he had finished reading a few weeks ago.
The camera turned back, still not showing the twink's face, but there was a glimpse of dark hair. It was the same colour and cut as Darian's.
Then, it turned back to the twink's ass, where the head of the massive cock was now inside the tight-looking anus. It looked like the top actually had a hard time pushing in. Darian had never taken a cock that big.
No, he had to face it. He had, in fact, taken a cock that big. He was currently watching video evidence of himself taking it. He had no memory of this ever happening, but this video had been taken of him at some point, in his home. Probably sometime last month, when he was reading that book. The top on the video was now inside him, making short thrusts of his fat cock inside Darian's ass. And the twink was making little sobs.
"It hurts..." Darian heard himself whine on the laptop speakers.
And fuck, present-day Darian was hard. He was watching himself get raped by a cock the size of which he would never consensually try to take. The top was not wearing a condom. The Darian in the video was saying no and clearly in pain. And Darian found that all of this turned him on to no end.
His ass looked so good. He was the picture of an innocent twink, reluctant but still made to take the fuck. The dick inside his unwilling hole was grotesquely big, opening his inexperienced ass up little by little. By the sounds of the top's breathing, he was really enjoying it.
How was this possible? When had it happened?
The only possibility was that pride party, Darian realised. Yes, Darian had drunk a bit too much at the bar after the parade. Yes, he'd lost his friends somewhere, then gone to the disco and drunk some more, then popped a pill or two without being quite sure what they were. Yes, he'd blacked out and lost some chunks of time that night, he wasn't quite sure how much. He didn't remember how he'd got home. But he'd woken up in his own bed, terribly hungover but otherwise okay, and alone. Nothing had happened.
Something had obviously happened, he just had no memory of it. He'd still be fully unaware of it had he not stumbled on this video evidence of his violation. The Darian on the video was whining, high and desperate now, as the top was increasing his pace. Present Darian was hard as a rock. He could not tear his eyes from the screen, and his hand was working furiously on his cock.
And now, finally, the camera panned up and showed his features, and there was Darian's face. His brown hair was plastered on his sweaty forehead, his mouth was hanging open, his eyes unfocused, and his forehead wrinkled. This was the face of a man who was in pain, yes, but also high out of his mind.
There was no denying it now. He was watching a video of his own drugged rape. And he was getting off on it. Present Darian's cock was harder than ever in his hand as he stroked it.
The camera panned back to Darian's ass. The top was thrusting mechanically now. God, the big man didn't care one bit for Darian's comfort, it was like he was just masturbating with the aid of Darian's half-conscious body. He fucked the drugged twink with half his cock, making the body under him rock back and forth with the thrusts. Video Darian had gone quiet now, letting himself be used.
He wouldn't remember anything about this come morning anyway. Darian wondered idly if he'd had any idea on the moment of the rape that he'd forget it all. He'd probably been too out of it to even think about that. Darian watched his own head loll senselessly as the camera caught his face again, his mouth drooling a little now, his eyes staring at nothing. Darian looked at his own eyes, so out of it but still suffering, and his present-day cock pulsed in his hand.
Present Darian felt a sudden tear roll down his cheek. This was a lot. He had been raped. He was watching his own rape. And it was the most arousing thing he had ever seen.
Almost twenty minutes had passed by then, and the top was speeding up his thrusts. Video Darian seemed to wake up a bit more again at the rougher pace, whining and trying to talk. It was mostly unintelligible, but present Darian could make out a word here and there. "No" seemed to be the common theme. There might have been a "stop" there, possibly a "too much". Video Darian was really not liking what he was experiencing. Present Darian was wanking his own cock in time for the deep thrusts that the rapist was making, getting nearer and nearer to the edge.
As he watched his rapist get more brutal, his hand kept pace with the fuck, but he had to loosen his grip. He didn't want to come before the video ended. Before the top came.
The top was close, though. Please let the cumshot be included in the video, the thought. Please. He really wanted to see the faceless man with the huge cock have his orgasm from raping his drugged body. The thought was almost too much to bear, and Darian had to take his hand off his own cock for a moment.
The top was not expressive, just speeding up his thrusts a bit. There was no one to express himself to, after all, just a half-conscious rapeable twink who would forget all about it by morning anyway. Darian's rapist shoved in deep, then twitched a few times, then suddenly pulled out.
And the huge, turgid cock released a massive cumshot right on Darian's round little ass and lower back. One spurt, Darian counted, two, four, seven fat spurts of cum in total landed on his sweaty skin. And looking at that big, delicious amount of cum on his butt, Darian no longer held back. He slid his hand along his cock a few more times, gripping hard, and then he was coming, too.
He spilled a big load on his own hands and on the bed, he'd forgotten to grab the tissue, but he didn't care. He moaned out loud as he came, the pleasure hot and overwhelming.
There was no finale to the video, no explanation, nothing. The camera took one more look at the cum on Darians's ass, then jerked in the rapist's hand as he was about to press the stop button, and then it was over. Darian hadn't seen the other man's face, probably never would. He was suddenly very tired.
He wiped his sticky hand on the sheets and closed his laptop. Then he leaned back on his pillow, stared at the ceiling, and cried.