O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Habeas Corporal (mm anal nc rape)

by Wolfpek

Working in slow barely perceptible motion, Savage carefully completed turning the wench. His little surprise ready, he fixed his gaze, from the gloom, to the brightly lit ring in the center of the auditorium, and his prize quarry which stood flexing at it's center.

He needn't have bothered with such exaggerated caution. The vanity of the rugged Narcissus which swaggered in the light was so deafening, that he could have danced on a tin drum and not drawn attention, even from the few riveted spectators, entranced by the play of perfectly formed muscles under the hot lights.

He couldn't blame any of them for that. Corporal Punishment, as he was called, had worked hard all his life to shape his body into a streamlined fighting machine, as well as the ideal of classical masculine beauty.

That is not to say that he was, even remotely pretty. On the contrary, everything about his demeanor was strong, and above all military.  His tight buzz cut, which framed unmistakably Polish features were those of a working class stud, who had fought hard for everything is his life and was justifiably proud of his achievements, not the least of which is the body with which he now teased his adoring fans.  Save knew he enjoyed this adulation. He watched his pray sneer condescendingly at the crowd, taunting them.

He also knew he had described Savage to his friends as somehow "creepy". These straight boys understood the homoeroticism implied in their sport, and even played to it, but Savage seemed like he really had a dungeon somewhere, and you never knew what he would do when he had the advantage.

Savage chuckled in the shadows. The hunky jarhead had no idea. Savage knew this would not be easy. His opponents rank was no mere fabrication. The American military had forged him into a formidable fighting machine. The Corporal surpassed him in size, agility, skill and strength. He could lose this fight.

Corporal Punishment turned to face the far side of the auditorium, and raised his arms in the familiar strongman bicep flex. His wide back a spectacular play of dancing muscle. Tiny white trunks, more decoration than clothing stretched to near transparency, almost enclosed his heavy, low hanging manhood. As he turned, Savage licked his lips at the high round curve of the buttock half covered the arc, outlining the dark cleft between those round glutes, which seemed to call to him.

No, he would win this fight, not because of skill or strength, simply because he had to conquer that mouthwatering ass. well, that and the mild sedative he had arranged to be added to his opponent's water. Only enough to slow him down. He still looked forward to a good fight.

His eyes fixed on that round muscular prize he crept from the shadows unseen by the strutting fighter. Silently he climbed on top of the ropes and pounced.

Corporal Punishment was taken completely by surprise. The heel, of the heel's boot connecting with the hunk's temple provided just the incapacitating blow Savage was hoping for leaving the stud stunned, reeling, and already at his mercy.

If he could only freeze the nanosecond he had to watch his reeling opponent try to struggle back to his feet, half-naked and in so much danger, he could smile forever.

But his goal lay past the will of the strongest swiftest, and best-trained fighter he had met. If he was to press anything at all, he must press his advantage.

The abs so well defined as to provide a map to their own destruction was his first point of attack. He carefully watched the hunk's grimace clawed far under the muscles, as if to pull them off them completely off the frantically writhing body. The beautiful face focused so completely on the nearly unbearable pain, and followed up to torture the pecs, which full and round, seemed to offer themselves, a perfect fit, into his deathly claw.

Before his opponent could recover, he found himself pulled by the chin into an excruciating backbreaker. Every vertebra burned as his exquisite torso was racked to the delight of the on lookers. Arms flailing uselessly, as his impressive member, shamefully hard rubbed proudly high against its brief confine for all to see. He could not understand why his normally lightning swift reactions were so slow, as he was tossed, face down onto the matt, and both arms were twisted, seemingly from their sockets to where his wrists were locked in-between the slimy bastard's claw the small of his back. This left the devils' workshop that was Savage's free hand to pull the tiny fabric into a sharply painful wedgie. The Corporal's back and buttocks arched in involuntary reaction pleasingly like a cat in heat, as the heel hooked the spandex onto the thumb holding the struggling arms.

Freeing his hand, once again to roam, boldly, as if training a wild horse, over the exposed bucking glutes, and into the warm place between the legs to tickle the barely covered balls.

The sight of arms bound behind muscled back, above exposed ass, struggling to free itself made Savage want to take the marine right there, but he would never succeed. There was more to come.

The soldier’s mind flooded with rage as the freak pawed as his ass like a cheap whore. This faggot may have had a cheap feel, but now he was going to die for it. Fury overrode the pain, and sedative and he burst from his attackers grasp like a vengeful tornado, and Savage found himself flat out on the concrete floor, after having endured a suplex, back breaker, and wrenched knee.  Just as quickly he was thrown back into the ring, against the ropes where the attack continued.  Meaty fists pummeled mercilessly into his abs, and it was nearly impossible to breathe, let alone press a button concealed under a turnstile. An imperceptible whirring began.

No longer held by the relentless fist Savage fell to the ground.

The victorious hero climbed a top the turnstile to dramatically finish off his would be attacker and froze in horror. The whirring had grown louder, and he learned its source.

A mechanized pulley lowered a naked, struggling figure, hanging by the ankles from the shadows of the catwalks toward the waiting crowd. It was Brad Martin, bound and gagged. Cum dripped from his spent cock, and from his grotesquely ravaged asshole, as he disappeared into the ravening wolves of the audience.

All of his worst suspicions about Savage were real.  This was no act .The slimy fuck was a rapist.

"You're next, stud!"

This was Savage's chance. The marine found himself pulled off balance, slamming his head against the turnstile as he fell toward the canvas.

Disoriented by the shock, and the blow to the head. The jarhead was unable to prevent the heel' snatching him into a suffocating bear hug, displaying the nearly nude ass, again to the delight of the crowd. The Corporal's eye found Brad among the crowd. His body jerking in reaction to the thrusts of an unwanted assault.

The lack of breath began to fog his mind, and he passed from consciousness understanding, fully, his fate.

The Savage cock grew harder, as it's new victim fell limp within the malicious embrace. He gave the stud one last squeeze, and allowed him to drop heavily onto the matt. A brutal kick turned the wrestler flat out and face up before his captor. He lifted and dropped a muscled arm to the matt; to make sure this magnificent beast was truly in his power. He noticed a red dot on the slab of peck, and then another. He put his hand to his nose, and mouth.

He was bleeding. The cocky punk had fucked him up pretty good. He smiled. When a good hunt always comes with a price. It would make his prey’s suffering all the sweeter.

He feel on all fours and ground his cock against that of his sleeping challenger, forcing his tongue in-between the parted lips, blood still dropping into the peaceful face. He licked along the stubbled jaw line and blew into his ear, his dripping cock now rubbing into the cleft between the pecs. He whispered “pay back time”. There was no response,

To avoid further interruption, he kicked the passed out tough guy onto his stomach to tie his hands behind his back.

He stood up, slung the fighter over his shoulder, raising his free arm in victory. The crowd roared its approval.

He circled the ring, allowing everyone a clear view of the helpless ass, only the bottom of the crack covered by the taunting spandex, until impatient chant grew from the mob.

“FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM!” He knew what they wanted. But he had no plans to rush.

He slammed his victim up against the corner ropes. The corner of the ring was biting into backbone.  The bound arms forcing the tits skyward. The knees hooked into the second rung, and locked his lips around the right nipple, twisting the left between thumb and forefinger.

His mouth still clamped on the heaving tit. His hands worked its way below the pectoral shelf, along the abs to grab the stiffening cock under its tiny cup, and began to jack.

The jobber’s dick grew beyond its confines, rendering the trunks redundant. The suckling mouth reluctantly left its teat, and kissed its way down the trail blazed by his avaricious fingers to lick the piss slit poking out of its cup, and chew away the stretching fabric.

Corporal Punishment was yanked awake by Savage yanking away his tiny trunks, with his teeth.

Hung as he was, bound arms hung over the corner rope like soggy laundry, he could only hurl empty threats and obscenities, while Savage went to town alternating pummeling his abs and chest with loving strokes, and nibbles over his writhing naked torso.

“Get off me you sick faggot!”

Savage smiled: “You talk too much.”

He collected the ripped trunks from the floor to stuff them in the wrestler’s mouth. Muffled grunts of protest continued as the pummeling subsided into an insistent caress. Nuzzling into the hollow at the base of the throat, while flicking the tender nipples, and cupping the rounded pecs. His mouth follows into the valley between the heaving tits.

Again the hands act as scouts, lightly tickling the bruised ribcage incurring the delicious shudders he was hoping for. The sculpted torso lurched in a vain attempt to evade the torment but had no where to go. The relentless hands slowed as they neared their inevitable goal following the, molding the lean hips, like sweaty clay, to the top of the legs, stroking back up to the exposed cock. Thick and beautifully formed he jacked it slowly, deftly reaching under to gently roll the delicate balls in his palms. His mouth played along the trail, filling the navel with his thick tongue, and, ever so gently, teasing the crack with one fingertip.

The angry protests muffled by the rank gag softened into growling moans, and shallow breath.  Through it’s revulsion, the beautiful cock grew thick and strong in his hand. His mouth watered

Savage knew exactly how to tame these hostile studs. The steely muscles may be impenetrable, but their sneering vanity always fell under the intense spell of his ravenous worship.

Lost in the clutches of his captor’s malevolent adoration, the marine’s head fell backward, a primal groan stifled in this throat. Delicate fingertips lightly tormented his raw nipples in time with the relentless tongue which danced along his shaft and piss slit, carried him along a rolling wave from his pounding heart through his quivering loins to burning madness erupting his steaming shame down the heels greedy gulping gullet.

Before he could recover the rank gag in his mouth was replaced with a thick tongue coated with his own salty semen. Rough hands ripped him from his scarecrow perch slamming him to the matt far below. There was no chance to breathe before the savage boot stomped relentlessly onto his sculpted torso, and ground its heel into his naked still dripping cock.

Handicapped as he was by the hands securely bound behind his back, he defending himself as best he could by pulling his tormentor down with his powerful legs.

His advantage was all to brief as his opponent caught the next kick pulling his aching groin into devastating contact with the corner pole.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, and naughty, vain little boys deserve a nice hard spanking”

With a mad lust made his challenger light as air he through the ring warrior back over the corner rope, this time the long schemed for, luscious ass raised high while the fighter’s limbs dangled face down.

Savage froze, slacked jawed, at the sight of his prize presented, exposed and helpless, before him. The sharply defined lines of muscle framed the round hard glutes, so much more succulent than he had hoped. Dancing around in that little white thong, the cocky fuck had practically begged for it, and he was going to give it to him.

“Yees, a very, very bad boy.”

The stud grimaced as the savage palm beat the marbled perfection of that ass glowing red, and the savage tongue, still salty with wrestler cum licked catlike very inch of the stinging raw flesh working it’s way, inexorably inward toward the defenseless crack.

On one or two occasions, out of boredom, horniness, or pity the cruelly beautiful corporal had allowed some fags he knew to suck him off, but he would never allow anyone so much control as to penetrate his hole. Yet, here he dangled over the ropes, unable to prevent this sick freak from doing just that. Calloused hands dug unto each cheek prying them apart, and he shuddered as he felt the cool wet tongue cover his helpless hole, the bristling hairs of the dyed goatee tickling the surrounding flesh, as the merciless tongue plunged in worming toward his prostate. He heard the crowd roar its approval, and inexplicably his bruised cock began to rise again and rub against the turnstile.

He raised his head to face his audience and saw poor Brad. A line had formed behind him, fisting their dicks, each waiting their turn to ram their need into his unresisting hole, while watching Savage’s latest victim share in his fate.

He dropped his head. The sucking mouth had left his open pucker, cool, wet and insufficiently prepared.

Savage climbed up the ropes, his feet resting on the middle rung, and pulled out his own, raging insatiable cudgel, level with it’s target, fisted it a little slapping it against the abused booty. It needed no encouragement.  He teased into the entrance, barely kissing the rim.

“Noooo.”

That was all he needed. He plunged, all the way in past the deliciously tight rings of muscle, and stopped to savor the feeling of his fat cock buried to it’s hilt into that unwelcoming chute, the shocked muscles spasming delightfully along the shaft s if to hold him in.

The inverted red face of his victim winced at the blindingly painful invasion, unable to repress the scream that leaked out from behind his clenched teeth as strangled growl.

Using the ropes for leverage, Savage pulled back and entered again, this time gently almost lovingly, enjoying the way his victim’s hole clung to his cock, as if tailor made to be raped.

Savage knew that he could have boys just for asking, some even into rough fantasy play, but there was nothing like taking hot, and unwilling, straight men. It was a bad habit but nothing mad his cock so happy as punishing these cocky tough guys and what his cock wanted his cock must have. He increased his rhythm in time with his increasing need, still slow but steady and insistent into the loosening quim.

The Corporal, his head bobbing with each thrust fought against the pain and humiliation, to keep his senses alert for any chance of escape and revenge. To his shame he became aware of undeniable sense of intense pleasure to be taken in this way, to feel his captors rod ramming past his prostate into his most vulnerable place, as his own, now rigid member, rubbed to painful stiffness against the corner ropes. Something about his capture and rape felt almost good, and seemed somehow right. It was as if the body he had built so carefully into perfection was made to be taken in exactly in this way.

No! It was wrong! He would escape and he would kill that sick pervert for this.

His dick was still on the side of the first argument. Savage was now pounding into him with brutal ferocity. The vicious thrusts were rubbing his member raw against the rope over which he was slung. Thrust after vicious thrust brought him over the edge, and for the second time during this match Corporal Punishment exploded pulsing waves coating the ropes and dripping onto the mat.

Savage was only seconds, behind. With one final thrust he screamed and shot all of his rage and cruelty into the hunk’s ruined asshole.

He jumped backwards off the ropes and admired his work, cum oozed out of the raped hole. He gave the upturned prize one last smack, and raised his hands in victory. The crowd stood on its feet and cheered. Savage took his bows and watched them file out, leaving a used Brad lying bound and senseless on the floor. He jumped out of the ring, and shouldered his first victim. Approaching the second, he lifted his drooping head by the buzzed hair. The corporal realized that the compellingly repulsive sight of Brad’s ruined ass, must look much like his own

“Now don’t go anywhere. I’m just going to put our poor friend here back into his cage, and I’ll be back for you.”

The marine spit in his eye. “Faggot.”

Savage chuckled and let the head drop. He swaggered out of the empty hall. Brad’s unconscious head and arms swaying with each step.

The marine wrestler, tried to struggle himself free, but this humiliating position left him quite helpless.

He heard the door again and dread filled his soul.

“Corporal?

It was his friend Gabe!  They had been wrestling the circuit for some time, and had become friends. Gabe was a lean ripped fighter, with an angel’s face hiding a devil’s imagination. He was a fun guy, for a fag. The Corporal had even, generously, let Gabe blow him a couple of times. He was saved!

“Gabe! Help me “

“Corp! What happened?”

“ It was Savage.  He’s lost his mind. Don’t fuck around, he’ll be back any minute. We have to get the fuck out of here!”

Gabe had quickly jumped into the ring, climbed up on the ropes, and was tugging at the ropes, which bound his friend’s wrists. He shrugged.

“I’m not worried about Savage”

“You don’t understand! He’s got Brad, and he’s coming back for me. He’ll get you too! Now hurry the fuck up!”

“No buddy, you don’t understand. See in exchange for a little favor, Savage said I could have a little something I always wanted.”

The hands left the ropes, to cup the still helpless ass.

“All I had to do was slip a little something in your water. Maybe you noticed that you were moving a little slow today”

“You... what???!!”

“Savage was right. You do talk too much”

Once again his tiny thong found it’s new use as a gag. His friend’s finger explored his, still oozing, hole.

“Sorry bud. You would never have let me, and it was an offer I couldn’t refuse”

He stroked the marine’s sweaty muscled back, and using the ropes for leverage, as Savage before him slid his cock into the slick gaping hole.

“Oooof!” He felt his friend’s long, thick betrayal fill his velvet chute. In the glow of ecstasy, Gabe grinned at the lone spectator in the hall.

“Thank you Savage,” he grunted between thrusts,” I owe you one”

“Yes, yes you do“ he gazed through Gabe‘s smiling eyes.... And I always collect.”

The End

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