The owners of the house had told Greg to be there at around nine in the evening, a strange time, he thought, to start a weekend pet sitting job. But, the newly eighteen year old man had started watching people’s houses and pets while they were on vacation to raise some money since he got out of highschool, and was excited for his first full weekend job.
The house was at the end of a quiet street, and as he made his way up the steps, he thought he heard a clamour from the basement window. His attention was drawn away from the strange sound when the front door opened in front of him. He didn’t remember knocking, but brushed off the nagging feeling of unease that he felt as light streamed out onto the dark porch.
“Hi, I’m…” Greg was cut off by the tall, older man who stood in the doorway.
“Greg, of course. We have been expecting you. Go ahead and come on in.” The man stepped to the side, gesturing for Greg to enter.
The house was unexceptional, an ordinary home with a sofa, television, armchair and coffee table in a beige painted living room. The older man closed the door behind him, and Greg turned to address his new employer. The man was six feet tall, around fifty years old, Greg would have guessed. He had short salt and pepper hair and a greying goatee. He had an average build for such a tall person, but his stomach stuck out a bit over his tight jeans.
“I’m Ralph. Wow, you’re a handsome young fella aren’t you?” He smirked, his hazel eyes narrowing as reached back and locked the deadbolt on the front door.
“Um, I…I’m here for the pet sitting job. You know that right?” Greg studdered, backing away from the strange man.
The fifty year old gentleman walked towards him, his intentions becoming more and more clear as he began to unbuckle his belt. He opened his pants, and Greg could see his ever growing bulge released from its denim prison. His white briefs were now exposed, and the teenager could now see the man’s swollen and leaking tip peaking out from the flap.
“Woah! Ok, this is fucked up. I didn’t come here for anything like this, I was told I was taking care of a couple of dogs for the weekend! I’m the pet sitter!” Greg explained, holding his hands up in front of him in a defensive position. “I’m…I’m not gay, and I’m definitely not into this kind of stuff. I’m just going to get out of here.”
Greg headed towards the door, but unsurprisingly, Ralph grabbed his wrist and stood in his way.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” He snickered, grasping the young man by the back of the neck. He dragged Greg across the room, forcing him onto the couch and straddling him. “We both know you can’t match my strength, and you have a long night ahead of you so you might as well just lay back and let it happen.”
Greg cried out for help, fighting against the grabbing hands of his aggressor. Ralph had both of Greg’s wrists in one hand, wrenching the teenager’s jeans open and yanking them down until his limp, frightened dick was exposed.
“Oh my God! Stop! Someone help me, please! Let me the fuck go you perv!” Greg screamed, his heart racing.
Ralph struggled against Greg’s frantic thrashing, and soon the older man was sitting on the teenager’s chest to keep him still. Greg’s arms were pinned down, the man’s knees digging into his forearms and ribs. He felt his aggressor wrap his bear-like hands around the young man’s member, his probing fingers examining every inch of Greg’s manhood. Soon, Greg felt the damp lips of the stranger wrapping around his shrivelled tool. Ralph’s tongue twisted around Greg’s soft tip, and the older man sucked on his reluctant penis.
“Oh God. Please, stop.” Greg whimpered. His cock slowly and unwillingly hardened in his rapist’s mouth. The blood rushed to his groin, and he shut his eyes tight, trying to pretend he wasn’t in the position he was in. His manhood stiffened, his erection filling Ralph’s mouth as it grew. He struggled against the weight of the larger man, but there was no use. Ralph was feasting on the teenager’s throbbing phallus against his will, and Greg tried to ignore the physical stimulation that threatened to force an unwanted orgasm from his body.
Ralph’s wet mouth and surprisingly skilled tongue brought the teenage boy to the edge, and Greg shook his head and bit down on his lower lip as he climaxed into his attackers eager mouth.
“No! No, no, no, ooooooh! Fuuuck! No, I don’t want this!” Greg cried out, his body shaking in orgasm as tears streamed down his face.
His cock spurted warm cream into Ralph’s throat, coating his tongue as the older man swallowed gleefully. When every drop had been coaxed from the teen’s manhood, Ralph repositioned himself over Greg’s half naked body. He kept the boy pinned down to the couch beneath him, his arms still stuck and motionless, and his now limp cock still hanging out.
“That’s a good boy.” Ralph teased, his deep, raspy voice mocking the reluctant young man that continued to fight against his weight. “Now let’s see how good your mouth is. Show me how much you love eating cock like a good little cum slut.”
Greg’s eyes widened as Ralph clumsily tried to pull his jeans off while still holding his victim down. He managed to free himself from the denim restraints around his hips and legs, and was now straddling Greg’s torso. His granite hard appendage was just an inch away from the reluctant boy’s lips, and he tried to turn his head and twist his upper body to avoid the oozing mushroom tip that loomed over him.
“Oh, you think you can resist this? Ha! Don’t even fucking bother, kid. You better get used to this ’cause there’s way more comin’.” Ralph taunted. With that, the man forced his meaty tool into the teenager’s mouth.
Greg gagged as his throat was violated by the engorged tip that was so violently forced into his mouth. He looked up at the grinning face of the man that was supposed to be paying him to pet sit, but instead was using him as his own personal fleshlight. Ralph grabbed the back of Greg’s head, grippin his hair, and began to aggressively fuck the boy’s mouth. He grunted wildly, groaning and growling as he thrust his hips forward. He relished in Greg’s muffled whimpering, the teenagers fingers clawing at the sofa cushions as he uselessly fought to escape.
Greg felt his eyes stinging as tears welled and rolled down his cheeks, and he was terrified and confused by the cornucopia of emotions that was swimming through his mind. The weight of the strange man on his chest and arms made him feel claustrophobic and helpless, his chest being crushed every time Ralph rocked back and forth over him. He tasted the bitter, creamy precum that dripped onto his tongue as the man’s cock dragged across his tongue, and he tried not to choke each time the tip hit the back of his throat. He went over everything that the man had said to him over the phone, and tried to pick out anything that could have warned him of the dangers of coming here tonight, but he could remember nothing.
Greg kept replaying over and over in his mind what his rapists had just said.
There’s way more comin’
What was going to happen to him? Could this man intend to keep him here and use him as his unwilling sex toy? Greg was horrified at the prospect of being enslaved and used for God knows how long, and he imagined spending weeks, or even months tied to a bed somewhere in this house, his only companionship being the old man who would greet him daily with a hard cock and a devilish grin. Would this man, twice his age, use the teenager as a filthy toy for the rest of his life, Greg wondered. Would he stick his eager dick in the boy’s mouth, and even perhaps bend him over and fuck him to his hearts content?
These thoughts crowded Greg’s thoughts, the flavour of the old man’s steady leakage lingering on his tongue. He realized now, that he had unconsciously stopped struggling, though his eyes were still squeezed shut and his mouth was opened wide to avoid as much contact with the man’s penis as possible. Ralph, however, wouldn’t accept this strategy, and he grasped Greg’s chin with one hand, the other still holding a handful of the teenager’s hair.
“Don’t bother pretending, boy. You’ll make it feel good, you hear me? You know how, and you know you want to.” Ralph dug his fingers into Greg’s jaw, and the boy relaxed his lips, wrapping his whole mouth around the still thrusting cock that invaded his orifice.
The savage face fucking continued, and Greg felt a strange stirring below his waist. The rough molestation of his oral cavity, and the feeling of pure helplessness that coursed through him, combined into an odd sensation that Greg had never considered before. He felt his used up member begin to harden again, growing and stiffening more every second. He was confused and terrified at the idea of becoming aroused by such a horrific situation, and he hoped that it was simply an involuntary reaction. His mind spun, the memory of his previous orgasm making him feel sick to his stomach as he imagined what this stranger would do if he noticed that his victim was erect again.
Greg’s thoughts were interrupted, as Ralph’s cock was shoved deeper and harder into the boy’s throat. The older man seemed to be nearing climax, his wild grunting and vigorous thrusts increasing in intensity. Ralph let go of Greg’s hair, leaning forward over the arm of the couch for leverage and forcing Greg’s head back into the couch cushion as he hammered himself into the young man’s face. Saliva and precum dripped down the boy’s chin, and Greg found that he couldn’t breathe. He prayed that this wouldn’t last, his face being violently fucked as Ralph’s balls slapped against his chin and neck.
“Oh shit! There it is, boy! Mmmm, swallow it like a good little fuck toy!” The old man cried out, his sentence trailing off into a long, drawn out moan.
Greg felt the creamy strings of cum burst from his attacker’s manhood, coating the back of his throat as Ralph groaned loudly in orgasm. He thrust forward once more, pushing the teenager’s head back hard against the cushioned arm of the sofa, and filling his mouth with dick and cum. The creamy gift spurted and spurted, until it gushed out around the old man’s shaft. The warm jizz overflowed from Greg’s mouth, and he began swallowing the substance to avoid choking. The semen streamed down his throat, and he swallowed again.
When Ralph was satisfied, he pulled the softening appendage from his toy’s mouth, and looked down at the boy’s face. Greg’s tongue was glazed with white, viscous fluid, and his lips were sticky. His jaw ached, and he looked up, fearfully awaiting what his rapist would do next.
“Mmm. Used up, cum on your face, the perfect slave.” Ralph looked behind him to see the teenager’s raging erection, and he looked back and smiled. “Good, you’ll need that.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/js849l/the_pet_sitter_mmrapebjnoncongayage_playswallow
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