Hi,
So this is my first fanfic, hope you like it! I didn't really go into any detail regarding the young man as I really wanted him to be part of your fantasy, whatever you think he looks like is correct. I also did the same thing with his surroundings. I will continue to put up the next page and I may continue from there if people like it otherwise this is a 2 chapter story. Thanks... please give me some feedback :D
WARNING: THIS IS DARK... RAPE!
As I stood there in front of him, I saw his head cocking to the side almost amused by me. My head was screaming for me to move but I just couldn't get my body to oblige… If I only knew then what I know now I might have agitated the monster to the point of murderous rage which I know he's capable of so that I would never have known the torments that I know now.
I was standing about only a feet away from my bedroom wall when his silhouette suddenly appeared before me. I was too frightened to move, my mind screamed for me to move, to run, to do anything but my body would not oblige. It felt like I was nailed in place, awaiting whatever vicious death would come my way at the hands of a ruthless killer. The mask was too distinctive for me to not know who it was, Michael Myers stood before me breathing calmly in and out. His hands by his side… the right hand holding the butcher knife that has now become his signature.
Michael stepped further into the room stopping just a few feet away he paused for what seemed like an eternity. My breathing had become erratic, my eyes darting from the window to my bedroom door, finally settling upon the dark figure before me. His had suddenly twitched at the rest of his body began to move. I watched as his long legs carried him towards me, his eyes never tearing away from me. I'm sure I looked ridiculous to him, like a deer caught in the head lights.
As he approached I withdrew believing that certain death was upon me. I only prayed that it would be quick and painless, a small mercy that I'd hoped he'd bestow upon me. To my surprise the masked figure dropped his knife that nestled in his hand as he stopped in front of me. His bare hand that had once been holding the knife reached out and roughly grabbed my chin, turning my face from left to right as he closely examined my features. His grip being so tight shocked me and I reached up and grabbed his wrist pulling at it in the hope that he would let go. Michael's eyes never lost focus, they stayed fixed upon me.
Michael stepped in closer and I felt a hard nub pressing into my waist not knowing what it was I looked down to see Michael's mechanic's uniform stretched showing off his huge erection. I gasped loudly and tore myself away from Michael's grip. I stumbled back against the wall only to look up and see his eyes which were now not empty black holes but holes consumed by lust. Michael swiftly moved against me both steadying and pinning me to the wall.
"Please don't..." my pleading whispers went un-noticed. Michael slid his hands up my arms which were now frozen at my side, up over my shoulders pressing more firmly, down over my chest tracing fingers across my nipples going further down sweeping over my stomach and finally grasping at my cock which hung limply. His hand was so large that he could hold my penis and balls in one grip, the other he used to grope my ass pushing me up further against him. My head resting on his shoulder, I was breathing harshly my own hands pushing against his biceps, occasionally begging for him to stop.
Michael did eventually stop lifting himself off me a bit so that his hard dick was once again in view. He reached for my hand and started to lead it towards himself, I pulled back and Michael's eyes darted to mine. The lust that had been there was replaced by intense anger that seemed to say "do what I want or else…" I thought it best to comply; I believed it would be safer to do what he wants so that I might get out of this alive.
Michael quickly went back to his original task and moved my hand lower until it reached its destination… my hand grasped over the full, stiff and large erection and with my tormentor's help began stroking it. I closed my eyes tightly picturing myself anywhere but here hoping for any kind of salvation. None came. Michael took my other hand and directed it to the place where his balls were, he had me palm the area gently stroking his testicles. I rubbed both areas with direction from the hands of the masked man, his hand that held my hand that was caressing his penis began to pick up pace. Once I was at a speed he was satisfied with he let go and I knew he wanted me to continue on my own.
I opened my eyes and watch his hands drop to his sides, the index finger on his right hand twitching occasionally. After a couple of minutes Michael's body started reacting to the touches: his hands reached up and placed themselves on my chest sometimes stroking or pulling on my nipples. I let out a moan of pain when he did this but he continued. His breathing, which had once been calm, was now erratic and his hips slightly pumped into my hands telling me to increase the pace. I found it difficult as the clothing was getting in the way. I hoped that Michael would not notice this and just get swept up in his own pleasure but he did notice and he wanted to rectify the situation.
Michael stopped me in my movements and my hands fell to my sides, I continued to look down, away from his penetrating gaze in the hope that he would just walk away. He didn't. The masked man began to move his hands under my shirt lifting it up waiting for me to move my arms up. I did not move. Michael grabbed at my chin again and lifted my face up, the anger in the eyes that was there before was there again.
Although I knew it would be safer to go continue to play along I just couldn't, I didn't want him to touch me and I didn't want to touch him. When I did not respond by taking off my shirt with the threat of his eyes Michael grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up off the floor my head and back rubbing against the wall. Michael then flung me across the room and on to the bed. As he moved towards me he picked up the knife, I turned around on the mattress and watched him. The closer he got the more the terror filled me, I knew then that I had to make a choice.
Michael was about 2 footsteps away from the bed when I yelled "WAIT!" Michael stopped in his tracks and watched as I slowly began to reach up and take off my shirt revealing my chest to him. Michael's eyes lingered over my abs which had some muscle; they moved up to my chest and looked over my small pink nipples which had just recently received attention from him. Michael seemed to approve of what he saw because he dropped the knife again began unzipping his uniform.
I wondered how many people had seen Michael out of his clothes was I the only one or were there other poor unfortunate young men? My guess was the latter because he sure seemed to know what he was doing which also meant that no one had lived to tell the tale. The uniform slid over his muscled shoulders and then slipped down his back revealing his upper body. Michael only unzipped enough so that you could see his chest. His abs were well-defined and his chest was also muscled, Michael's nipples were darker but were perfect for his complexion which was a little more tanned than I was.
Michael's body was riddled with scars and bullet wounds it looked like he had been in the world's greatest battle and was the only one to come out alive. Looking at Michael's body I knew there was going to be no escape and certainly no rescue. He stood there just staring at me, it almost looked like he was waiting for me to do something. "I don't know what you want me to do" I said in the hopes for some direction like I had received earlier.
Michael moved closer to me and grabbed at the fabric of my jeans, he pulled so hard on them that I flew crashing into him; I was straddling his legs. I looked up and was practically face to face with him as he was leaning over me. He continued tugging at the fabric, although not as hard as before. I reluctantly helped him by undoing my belt and pushing them down passed my butt and over my thighs. Michael adjusted so I could remove them the rest of the way, I lay there before him in just my underwear. Michael eyed over me some more and I knew he wanted me to continue to disrobe. I did the same with my underwear only slower. Not to put on a show but because I really didn't want to show myself completely to this psycho.
Michael once again moved forward in a threatening manner and I moved a little quicker so as not to receive his wrath again. Once they were off Michael moved his eyes to my groin area, his eyes rested upon my flaccid dick. His right hand reached out to touch it. I waited my breath stilling and my eyes closing tightly shut. I felt his cold fingers gently touch the skin then moving slowly to lift it up, almost to inspect it. Once satisfied Michael then ran his fingers over my balls, the wrinkled skin moving with his probing. I opened my eyes to watch as he continued to play. My body never reacted to his touches with pleasure; I remained focuses on my goal of getting this over and done with and hopefully being allowed to get on with my life. Michael let out an almost inaudible groan of pleasure, he seemed to enjoy caressing me, moving his fingers gently across the skin of my dick.
Michael suddenly stopped. Large rough hands grabbed my legs once again and violently turned me over so I was on my stomach. I had no time to think or to comprehend what was about to happen. My hands clung to the bed sheets digging in as I heard the distinctive sounds of someone disrobing. I knew Michael was completely naked just like me, Michael once again began to arrange me on the bed. He moved me so that I was kneeling on the ground with my upper body still resting on the bed. The masked man kneeled down behind me taking his cock in hand and rubbing it over my ass crack.
Using the his left hand he began to separate my ass checks revealing my pink puckered hole, I had once again began digging my hands into the bed sheets, face buried into the mattress and my whole body clenching. Michael seemed not to care as he began to stroke the head of his cock against my tight hole, moving his hips in time. The dreaded moment was finally coming, Michael had slowly started to insert the head of his cock into my hole before withdrawing it and doing it again. He did this over and over again until I let out a whimper and slight growl from frustration. Why was he drawing this out? Just get it over with. Michael reached out with both his hands, the left one grabbed me by my hair lifting my head up. The right hand came closer to my mouth and he inserted 2 fingers into my mouth wetting them he then removed them and put the wetted fingers on my ass hole, coating it.
I gasped as he did this and closed my eyes, Michael grabbed his dick again and started to move the head back into position he started to insert it into my cavity with a much more brutal pace than before. Michael began inserting his penis inch by inch, his large cock was pulsing and I could feel how thick it was as it pushed up against my walls. Michael was relentless in his torment, he seemed determined to get the whole thing in and was going to be unyielding until it was. Once he was completely sheathed I let out a low groan the pressure on back was almost unbearable and the burning in my hole was consuming.
Michael steadied himself by digging his fingers into my waist stealing hold of me making sure I wasn't going anywhere. Michael looked down at himself buried deep inside and couldn't help but admire how good it looked. The first thrust came when I seemed to be completely unready, I had just been trying to calm my breathing when I felt a sharp pain encircle me when Michael's hips jerked out and then slammed back in. Michael was not going to be as gentle as I'd hoped. Michael did it again he slid himself almost all the way out to the head and then slammed back in. Every time Michael did this I let out a yell of anguish and pain, Michael's slight groans were different, they were more animal than man. Low growls of pleasure escaped his lips as his hips started to overtake in pace seeking more pleasure which up until now his head had controlled.
I still had my face buried in the blanket focusing on Michael's fingers that were digging into my hips, trying to ignore the pain that was coming from my rectum. My face was starting to stain with the tears that were escaping my eyes. Michael ignoring me and focusing on himself started to pump into me, his hands digging in even more. He leaned forward more looming over me as his pace quickened and I could hear and feel his balls slapping against me, it was becoming louder and louder. Michael slid his hands up to my shoulders and grabbed hold, he then started to push me down onto his cock so I would meet his thrusts as he impaled me. Michael threw his head back in pleasure as he rode me, he dropped one hand from my shoulder and let it hang by his side as he continued to fuck me. The monster pushed onto my lower back making me arch even further, his right hand then shot to my head grasping at my hair. Still pumping his hips into my tight hole he yanked me up so that I was right up against his chest and face, I could hear clearly now the groaning and panting of the masked man behind me. Michael's hands travelled to my stomach and began rubbing the flesh there, his thick dick still pounding into me at an alarming rate, I let out a yell as Michael threw me back down onto the bed a groan escaping his lips.
Michael's rutting became harder the slapping sounds were filling the room along with our panted breaths and groaning. Michael's pace began to slow and I thought it was coming to an end, however, Michael once again took a hold of my legs and flipped me over onto my back my dick bounced up and down as I was forced onto my back. Feeling Michael's large dick remove from my ass was a relief but seeing it for the first time was scary. I couldn't believe something so huge could fit in my arse, it wasn't as tanned as the rest of him and the head was a slight pink colour. His balls hung just behind his erection and they too were also quite large and of course, wrinkled.
Michael caught me eying his groin and seemed to like it, he moved on top of me on the bed and straddled my chest. I didn't know what he wanted but he looked at me intently as he pinned my arms with his knees above my head. I then twigged about what he wanted me to do and I was filled with such a feeling of dread. Michael's penis was now staring at me and I knew what I had to do but I didn't want to, he began stroking himself as he watched my facial expressions change from scared to resistant. Michael simply grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth up to his large dick… would this night never end?
TO BE CONTINUED…