Ass for The Taking

All characters are 18+

Triggers: Non-consent

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of this in real life.

"Done," I said, putting the pen down and sliding the documents across the glass desk.

Tony picked up the papers and began to review everything. I took a moment to look around the massive office. In the corner was a sofa and a bar. He had a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The only exit and entrance was through two large, heavy cherry oak wood doors.

Behind Tony was a large window with a view of Central Park. No other buildings were in the line of sight. I remember thinking, "This must be what heaven feels like."

It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. All my hard work had finally paid off. I had spent years building a social media following. I had gained a million followers through the art of queer-baiting and posting countless thirst traps. Now, I was about to be a wealthy 23-year-old.

One could call me a tease. My insta was full of pics of me walking around with pants that my ass was eating or posing with my dick print on full display.

"Kenny, do you understand everything you signed?"

I made eye contact with him. Tony Hawkins was the head of A&A Music Group. At 40, he had discovered and successfully launched the music careers of some of the best artists in the game.

By stupid luck, he had accidentally stumbled on my page and saw me singing. He encouraged me to promote myself harder and promised that he would sign me to his label if I could hit a million followers.

"I trust you, Tony," I said as I smiled at him. I was so excited to start recording my first album.

Tony stared at me and said, "That's a good boy. It always makes it easier when attorneys aren't involved. We can get to the fun stuff quicker."

Something sinister about his words made me uneasy. My smile faded.

"What fun stuff?" I asked him with fear clearly in my voice.

He got up from the desk and began to walk around towards me.

"I had our team go through your socials, and 95% of your fans are gay," he said as he unbuttoned his jacket and dropped it on the floor.

"Yeah. The gays love me," I said with a bright smile.

He slid his belt off and started to unbutton his dress shirt. My heart began to race, my mouth got dry, and my smile faded. A voice in my head started screaming at me to run.

"But you're not gay?"

"No. I'm straight. I swear. I just did what I needed to do," I said nervously.

He came and stood directly in front of me. I was at eye level with his crotch.

"Queer baiting," he said as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped his shirt from his body.

"It's not illegal. I think I should be leaving now, Tony. I want to go celebrate with my boys."

"Your boys can wait. A&A Music comes first, and I am A&A Music Kenny. So, I always come first. Except for when I don't." He laughed at his joke--a joke I didn't quite understand.

I looked at the doors, calculating in my head how quickly I could get to them. He must have sensed what I was thinking.

He snapped his fingers and said, "Hey, eyes on me."

I slowly turned and looked at him. He looked down at me with such hungry and scary eyes.

"For a year, you fucking teased me on your socials. Walking around showing all that ass and dick in those pants but never really showing the goods. Saying DM you for your private snap but only letting in the ladies. You think you can fucking taunt me like that and get away with it?"

Tears suddenly filled my eyes as the reality of my situation became apparent and accurate.

"ANSWER ME!" He yelled.

"I wasn't trying to do that. I was trying to get my followers like you said." I blurted out my truth.

"Stand up, Kenny."

"I just want to go home, Tony."

"Later. Now, stand up. Let me see that body that's been playing cock tease."

"Please don't make me."

He grabbed me by my thick curls and snatched me up on my feet. I yelled, and he covered my mouth with his thick, manly hands.

"Save your voice, baby boy. Nobody's coming to save you."

He pressed his body against mine from behind. I could feel his dick swell in his pants as he pushed it against my ass. Fear ran through my body. I tried to break free. I used every muscle in my body, yet somehow, he had complete control.

He ran his hand slowly down my back. As he got lower, my body started to shake violently. It was no use, though. He refused to let me go. I screamed into his hand, but my muffled screams fell on deaf ears.

His hand squeezed on my round ass. He chuckled in my ear and said, "You've been saving this fat ass just for me."

He slapped my ass so hard. I felt a sharp pain run down my leg from the hit. Tony licked my ear, and he began to suck on my neck. Almost on pure instinct, I stomped on his foot. Tony screamed and briefly released me.

I turned to make a run for it. Before I could do anything, he hit me in the face. The hit was brutal and effective. My entire body swung around, and I landed face down on his desk.

Instantly, he was behind me. He grabbed both of my wrists and forcefully pulled my hands behind my back.

"Please let me go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Shut the fuck up! You're mine now! I own you and this ass!"

His voice was so commanding. I quickly became a coward to him. He let my hands go and ripped my shirt off me. The buttons landed on the table and floor. Each one made a different sound upon impact.

He ran his hands over my back. A chill ran down my spine. Tony reached his hand around, undid my pants, and pulled them down. My hands started to tremble, and I closed my eyes. Once my pants were at my ankles, he pulled my boxer briefs down.

My dick shrank in fear of what was happening. Tony didn't care. His primary focus was on my backside.

"Fuck. Look at that. It's so beautiful, round, and chocolate. Just the way God intended it to be," he said as he caressed my cheeks.

"Tony.... please!" I pleaded with mercy.

"I promise it's going to feel so fucking good. You want to be a star. You have to do what stars do and pay your dues."

He was right; I wanted to be a star more than anything. I wanted to be famous and have people chanting my name and singing my songs. No one ever said it would take this to get there. I'd heard of the "Me Too Movement."

I had even blamed the victims and questioned how they could allow themselves to be put in that position and why not fight back. Now that I was a victim, I understood more.

He spread my cheeks and touched my tiny hole. My left leg began to shake. No one had ever touched me there before. I didn't know how to respond or act to such a thing. I'm a heterosexual male, so in theory, I should have found ass-play gross. For some reason, I found my body betrayed that logic. No, my body responded positively.

I swear I could hear Lady Gaga in my ear singing, "Til It Happens to You." He knelt and spread my cheeks so far that I thought I would split in half. I gasped in shock when his tongue slid across my hole. He licked my hole for what felt like days.

The sounds of him slurping on my hole filled the quiet. He worked me over like I was a cheap slut, and he did it with such skill and precision. My little hole relaxed against my will and opened up to his invading tongue.

Like a snake slithering along the ground, his tongue slithered inside of me. His strong hands found my cock and started to stroke me. Despite my most significant efforts, I moaned. I tried to suppress it out of fear.

"Let it out. I want you to feel good, Kenny," he said in a creepy voice.

I hated myself. I gave him more power than I ever dreamed of. His tongue slid along my taint and the underside of my balls.

He stood up and slapped his dick a few times on my hole. Each slap made my hole pulse.

"I think you're ready. Let me in," he said as he pushed his dick against my hole.

I clenched my hole tight. I refused to let him in. He laughed as if I was nothing. A drop of spit landed on my hole, and he smeared it around with the head of his cock. Then he pushed against my hole. He gave me a solid punch in the back. I responded to the pain, and my ass muscles relaxed, and he quickly pushed his cock inside of me.

I screamed, and he rammed the rest of his cock inside of me. He wasn't gentle. He started to fuck me with deep strokes. I could feel my ass cheeks bouncing and clapping as he plowed me.

He wrapped his hand around my throat and slightly choked me. My mind couldn't process it all. My body was tingling with pleasure. I was fucked like a typical hooker. It felt like an eternity.

His grunts and pants filled my ears like a freight train. My screams died, and I resigned myself to his fucking. My body lay limp across the front of the desk as his cock rearranged my insides. His balls clashed against mine. My cock was fully erect from the teasing of his other hand.

"You're taking that dick so well, Kenny," he said as he continued to pound my hole.

He grabbed my hips and jackhammered me. My dick never lost its erection. I stayed completely hard and watched through the glass as my dick swung back and forth. I felt so humiliated.

He pulled out of me, and my hole made this noise. I could feel the cool air in the room run up inside me. He pulled me to my feet and walked me over to the sofa.

"Sit down!"

I obeyed and took a seat. I got a look at his cock. It was dripping wet and thick. His cock looked angry and ready to burst. Part of me was proud that I had taken all of it. Another part was mortified by what damage he had done.

In a change of events, he straddled my lap. He grabbed my cock and placed it right at his hole, and eased himself down on my cock. We both moaned.

"Your dick feels as good as it looks."

He took all 9 inches of my cock. His ass felt incredible. It was like biting into a warm and gooey cinnamon roll. My eyes rolled, and he smiled as he started bouncing up and down on my cock.

I was lost in the feeling. My mind was completely gone when he kissed me. He grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I could taste my ass on his lips.

I tried to break away from the kiss. He wouldn't let me turn my head. He worked my cock with his ass muscles like no woman ever did. It was the strangest, most comforting feeling. My balls quickly started to draw up, and I felt my climax coming.

I moaned out, "Please stop. Tony, please don't make me cum."

That fueled him, it seemed. He continued going even faster than before. I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed, and my dick started to twitch and flood his insides with hot semen.

Tears rolled down my face. I was equal parts hurt and euphoric. Tony kept riding my cock well past my explosion. My dick quickly became sensitive, and he relished that fact.

Once he was delighted, he eased up off my dick. My cum ran freely out of his ass. I watched in horror as some dropped on my leg. He flipped me over on my stomach and slid freely back inside of me.

He wasted no time plowing me again. With me being flat on my stomach, he had even more control and was able to go even deeper. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! It was all you could hear in the office.

He was clapping my cheeks for all they were worth. He shoved his tongue in my ear as he fucked me into a new world order. I bit down on the pillow on the sofa and shut my eyes tight. Then, he announced he was about to fill me with his DNA.

With one final stroke of my tender insides, he erupted. He flooded me with hot molten lava-like cum. He rested his entire body on my backside. His dick kept twitching inside of me.

"Fuck, Kenny. Damn, you got some good ass and some good dick."

He kissed the back of my neck and gave me a slow, sensual thrust. I wanted him to pull out and let me go.

"Now that I've broken you in, the next round will be even better."

He fucked me thoroughly four more times that afternoon. Before I left, he pointed out that I had signed a four-year contract with an NDA.

I learned that my contract entailed me doing whatever he said. Under no circumstances am I allowed to date anyone. For the next 1460 days, I belong to him, and he has a high sex drive. My ass is his for the taking!

THE END

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