Green, green, evergreen eyes

by Knock Noct Not

An encounter with a hairy herculean intruder leaves a young man helpless in more ways than one.

The young man wanted to scream. He wanted to cry for help as he was backed to the corner by this towering man headed his way. And yet not a single sound escaped his quivering mouth while tears stained his face.

There was little he could do, if anything at all. How could he? He was an eighteen-year-old guy with no visible muscles, a bit chubby, and no such knowledge of self-defence. On the other hand, the intruder was a hulking behemoth. Around his late 40s, give or take. Tall, bulky, with thick limbs and an even thicker torso. His handsome face was marked with several scars, some old, some new. And along with it was a shit-eating grin on his lips.

And those eyes… they were an unsettling, piercing green. Glaring at him as if casting judgement. Or as if eyeing a piece of meat.

“Erwin,” the man growled, his voice deep and rough. He took a step forward. Then another. “Call me Brandon… and we have so much to talk about.” He barked out a cruel laughter, enjoying the scene playing before his eyes.

Erwin put his hand over his mouth and tried to back away further into the corner. It was a futile attempt to put distance between them, but it was the only other thing he could do at this point.

His breathing was rocky and unrhythmic, letting out gasps in between. “What do you want?” he eventually asked before clamming up again. The fear and uncertainty of the situation override the tenacity to do something useful.

The man did not reply, however. He made his way over to the younger man, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and lifted him until they were seeing each other eye-to-eye. A sinister growl escaped his mouth as he tilted his head sideways, studying the younger male as if he were an unknown specimen. Either that, maybe that of a prey toying with his meal.

Brandon then threw Erwin to his bed before mounting on top of the young man. He weighed himself down, crushing the latter while pressing his prominent bulge against Erwin’s crotch.

Erwin closed his eyes, afraid to keep looking on. He was weak. Weak and powerless and too much of a coward. It was difficult for him to ignore Brandon’s equipment, grinding against his now-hardening member. He wanted to moan from the sensual thrusting the other was doing, but that would be admitting defeat then and there. Worse, he would take it as a sign of consent. Not that he could stop him, either way.

He remained complacent as Brandon ripped the clothes off his body, stripping him naked. The young man had to admit confusion. For all it’s worth, he could never think of any reason why this intruder went for him. Nothing stood out from his appearance; he looked like he could blend into the background. And here was Brandon, who, upon taking his clothes off, revealed this chiselled body underneath those tatty clothes.

What could this intruder want from him?

As soon as Brandon threw away the last article of clothing he had on, he paused, allowing the younger male to take in his image. His sandy beige complexion was riddled with a thick layer of salt-and-pepper body hair. Said hair adorned every curve of his muscles and almost every stretch of skin—arms, legs, chest, and all. That wicked smirk remained plastered on his face as he pressed their groins together, ensuring the latter could feel his cocks.

Cocks, as in plural.

To the younger man’s surprise, Brandon was sporting two giant cocks, easily mimicking the length and girth of his forearm—and they were still not fully erect! And then there was the impressive show of ball sacks, big and heavy.

Brandon made sure that his privates were pushing against the younger man, and groaning as the sensation of pleasure prickled his skin. He put Erwin’s cock between his twin members and gave it a tight vice grip. The two men let out a low groan as they felt both pain and pleasure. Brandon began stroking all three cocks up and down, causing them to go erect.

The younger man yelped as he tried to scoot away. With Brandon straddling atop him, he was effectively trapped. All he could do was to keep his mouth shut as Brandon continued to have his way on him. His face paled in horror, not expecting to remotely like this feeling. The way Brandon was crushing his lower half with his weight, the strength of the grip he had on their genitals… provoked something that he did not know existed. Erwin wanted to protest. To shove his fears away, but still, he remained in this powerless state.

Pre-cum began to leak in copious amounts from the tip of their cocks, and Brandon wasted no time using it as a lubricant. It seemed to have a positive effect, as their cocks stiffened as a result.

Both of their breathing became laboured as Brandon sped up, his hold getting stronger and tighter. Erwin, the unwilling participant in the older man’s act of pleasure, arched his back and had a death grip on the bedsheets as they both reached the climax. Drool escaped through his mouth as he began moaning Brandon’s name, his head dizzy and confused, and… he was confused about how to react.

Three streams of thick, white cum, shot out from their cocks. Most of it fell on the younger male’s torso, with some hitting Brandon’s chest. Both of them, wheezing and sweating, one having a tear-stricken face, while the other still had his wide, scheming grin.

Brandon reached over to Erwin and smeared their cum all over the latter’s chest and stomach. His touch was hard and rough, not caring one bit as the latter cried out from the sting of pain brought by his rough handling. As soon as he was done, he straightened his back and admired his handiwork.

Erwin wanted to scream for help more than ever. This intruder came into his apartment and violated him. He opened his mouth, but still, not even a croak or a whisper. All he could do was watch those green eyes stare at him from above. To let the bigger male touch him, squeeze him.

“Come on, get up,” Brandon ordered. “I’m not done yet.”

Erwin remained dumbfounded, not responding to Brandon, but very much aware of what he said.

“I said, get up!” Brandon put his hands underneath Erwin’s arms and hoisted the latter up. Without as much as a warning, he slammed the latter against his torso, their sweaty, sticky chests hitting together with a loud thwap.

“No!” Erwin finally made his voice known. “Stay away, please! I don’t want this!” he cried as he put his hands on Brandon’s chest and tried to put some distance between them. Except, the moment his hands made contact, it submerged into the older man’s body, sinking until it was elbow-deep.

“Now you’ve done it,” Brandon sneered, standing up to his full height while bringing along the smaller man’s body.

The young man pulled and pulled, but it was no use. He realised a moment too late that it was not just his arms that were stuck. His torso, and even his legs, began to sink into Brandon’s muscular mass. It was like clay or cement, not letting him go. He watched his dark tanned skin integrate with the other’s sandy tone. Erwin’s skin bristled as he felt the thick layer of hair tickle his body.

Erwin continued to fight back. He tried to pull away and shake his body, but that proved useless. No matter how much he tried to tear away from Brandon, he remained stuck to him. His eyes were wide and alert. He was there to witness—and perceive—this wrongful intrusion. Panic continued to spread as his kicks became too heavy, and his lower half partially submerged, with only his ass sticking out.

“Would you look at that,” Brandon commented, “just a perfect reach for my cocks, wouldn’t you agree?”

Erwin shook his head, not liking what he was implying. He thrashed about in response, but it only made the other laugh.

Soon, it became harder for Erwin to move. His arms and legs were gone, assimilated into Brandon’s body. Little by little, his movement ceased until he was completely, utterly, stuck. The entire front half of his body was submerged. The only parts of his that remained visible were his back, his ass, and his head. And even then, he could not turn his head in any other direction. Erwin was forced to look up, chin resting between the mountainous pecs, and forced to whiff Brandon’s musky scent.

Brandon brought his right hand and caressed Erwin’s face, a touch of gentleness that was nowhere to be found earlier.

“Now, you look perfect,” he said before he bellowed in laughter. His chest bounced with each laugh, hitting Erwin’s face as they moved. “Why don’t we celebrate our newfound union?” Brandon taunted.

Erwin’s eyes widen as he felt the tip of Brandon’s cock brush against his bum crack. Moving was no longer an option, as he was completely bound to Brandon’s torso like some tumorous growth. He wanted nothing more than to plea, to beg and bargain for sweet release, but he could only make a raspy noise, “P-please, d-d-don’t…” he stuttered.

The older man ignored Erwin as he grabbed one of his cocks and began forcing it into the latter’s hole. They moaned in chorus: both men felt it, their senses in sync, feeling both the penetration and being penetrated.

“So, this is what it feels like getting fucked while being fucked!” Brandon threw his head back as he guided more of his fat cock into Erwin. “Ah! So tight… so tight!” he gritted his teeth, enjoying every second.

Erwin, on the other hand, was crying his heart out at this perverted coitus. His garbled moans and cries for help fell on deaf ears as Brandon began thrusting his hips faster and faster until a surge of cum flooded his maltreated hole.

“You crying, boy?” Brandon asked in mock-sympathy. “You’re forgetting that I have another cock with balls still full of cum, hahaha!” He adjusted himself and, rather than putting his second cock into the young lad, began picking up his discarded clothes. He slipped on underwear and jeans with no problem. Putting on his shirt gave him a bit of challenge, considering the additional body mass on his front. Brandon pulled his shirt down, making Erwin squirm at how tight it was. The now ill-fitting top made him swelter.

“P-please, too hot...” Erwin managed to say, voicing out his distress. There was very little he could do at this point. With no arms or legs, the torso partially submerged into the older man, and face buried between the huge, fat pectorals, the least he could do was to speak out.

Brandon only laughed, shaking his head. He ignored him as he put on his thick, black jacket.

The young man’s world was enveloped by darkness. He was at a loss, unable to do anything but stare at Brandon’s wicked face before it was gone. The last thing he saw was that malicious smirk, mocking his fate. And those green, green, evergreen eyes.

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