| Factory Rape | ||
| It was Danny’s last summer living
at home. He was 18 years old and headed for college in the fall. His Dad got him
a job in a factory job that summer. Danny wasn’t too happy about doing factory
work, but the pay was better than any burger-slinging alternative. At this small factory, however, Danny stood out like a sore thumb. it wasn’t that he couldn’t do the work. He was pretty coordinated and a hard worker. In previous summers Danny helped his carpenter father put on roofs and build additions on homes. But at the factory, Danny was the only college kid to ever work there. Most of the guys seemed to resent that. They mocked his college and him. “State Pen” they called it, instead of “Penn State”. Second day on the job, this guy named Joe calls Danny over. “Hey kid”, Joe goes. “Knock, Knock.” “Who’s there?” Danny replied, feeling set-up, but not seeing a way out. “Argo”, Joe says. “Argo who?” “Ar Go fuck yourself!” Har, Har, Har, Joe laughs. And the rest of the guys in the shop broke out in laughter too. Danny just smiled and remarked; “You got me, bud”. He made a gun finger with his hand, pointed it at Joe, banged the thumb and walked away. Joe didn’t care for Danny’s little gesture. It was kind of like an insult. Joe didn’t say anything, but he gave Danny a nasty look. That little exchange set the tone between Joe and Danny for the rest of that summer. To be honest though, Joe was a tough-looking guy. He was about 30 years old, with jet-black hair and blue eyes. He had a good build on him too, lean yet muscular. Tattoos covered both his arms. He rode a motorcycle and enjoyed working on it. There was always grease under his fingernails. And personal hygiene did not rank high on his list of priorities. it was obvious, especially on hot days, that he didn’t do much bathing. He was a loaner with a best friend named Budweiser. Joe worked in the “finishing” section of the factory. Danny worked in the “assembly” section. The time clock was located in Joe’s section of the factory, so Danny had to walk through Joe’s area at least a couple times a day. Whenever Joe saw Danny, he would call out; “Argo”. Joe knew that Danny resented it. This small factory built Formica counter tops. Danny applied Formica to the particleboard and attached the back splash. Then he’d send the top to the finishing section, where Joe would file down the sharp edges and clean it up for shipping. Seeing how Joe liked to harass Danny, he delighted in every opportunity to send a counter top back for re-work. He’d blame Danny whether he was responsible for the botched job or not. “Hey Argo, you fucked up again”, or; “You’re not too bright for a college kid”, or; “You do such shitty work, I wouldn’t even let you lick my boots”, or; “You need a fuckin boot kick to the head for the fuck-up job you did on this one”. It didn’t dawn on Danny at first, but eventually he noticed how often Joe made reference to boots in his criticisms. He also noticed that Joe often glanced down at Danny’s feet whenever he walked past him. Danny wore combat boots. He wondered if Joe liked boots. A few weeks later, he got his answer. One night, a little while after getting home from work, Danny sat down to complete the registration materials for his college courses in the fall. He couldn’t find his schedule of classes. Remembering that he took it to work that day to look over on lunch break, Danny realized that he must have left it in the break room. He had to get the course materials in the mail tonight or risk getting closed out of the classes he wanted. Since it was only an hour past quitting time, and Danny knew that the office stayed open late, he hopped in his car and headed back to the factory. But to Danny’s disappointment the office was locked when he got there. Danny walked around to the shop entrance and found the door ajar, so he went in. The lights in the main shop were off, but there was a light on in the break room and the door was partially open. Danny walked over and peered inside. Good thing he didn’t barge in. What he saw was pretty damn amazing. There, sitting back in a chair with dirty-socked feet propped-up on the table, was Joe. Only he wasn’t just sitting there. He had one of his engineer boots in his hand was holding that boot firmly over his nose. With his other hand he was stroking his dick that poked up hard out of his jeans. Joe was jerking his cock and sniffing his boot. “Holy Shit!” Danny whispered, but apparently too loud. Joe stood-up, dropped his boot, and shoved his boner back in his pants. Danny backed away from the door as Joe flung it open. “Argo!” he yelled. “What the fuck you doing here?” “ I left some papers in the lunch room, Joe, and I need them tonight”, Danny said, hoping Joe hadn’t realized that Danny saw what he was doing. “Oh yea, I seen some papers in there.” Joe said. “Go on in and get them.” Danny headed into the room but didn’t get far before he was shoved hard from behind, and went crashing onto a table. “You was sneaking up on me wasn’t you, college boy?” Joe sneered. As Danny turned around Joe shoved him back on to the table. “What the fuck you doing here boy? Don’t you know the shop is closed?” “I told you Joe, I just came back to get my papers. I’m not sneaking up on you.” But Joe wasn’t buying Danny’s explanation. Before he could say another word Joe sucker-punched Danny in the face. Danny went flying back and banged his head on the table. The hit knocked him out cold. When Danny came to, he found himself lying on his back on the floor of the shop. Ropes were tied around his wrists and ankles and connected to the legs of several heavy worktables. Danny’s head throbbed. His shirt had been removed, and his back and chest were sopping wet and smelling of urine. Joe had obviously relieved himself on Danny when he was unconscious. Joe was sitting on the edge of a table, grinning and holding some sort of tool in his hand, looking down at Danny. “So, college boy, you was sticking your nose where it don’t belong, wasn’t you?” “What the fuck’s going on Joe”, Danny replied. “Untie me. This is ridiculous.” “Shut-up kid! Who the fuck are you to tell me what’s ridiculous. You look pretty damn ridiculous to me.” “Look Joe...” Danny started to say. But before he could finish, Joe jumped off the table and stomped his boot heal in Danny’s crotch. “Aweee!” Danny yelled, as pain shot through his gut. His eyes instinctively closed as he grimaced in pain. When he opened them, Joe was standing over him with his arms extended to Danny’s chest. Then Danny felt an incredible pinching pain in his right nipple. He looked down to see a vice-grip clamped to his tit! “Jesus Christ!” Danny yelled, in shock and agony. “Take it off! Take it off, Joe.” Seconds later he felt more pain in his other nipple as Joe attached yet another vice-grip. Cold steel locked onto both of Danny’s tits, squeezing them to pulp. His chest was on fire. Tears weld up in his eyes. “Fuck Joe, take ‘em off. They hurt.” “Hurt, nothing kid. You’re gunna hurt a whole lot more than that.” Then Joe started twisting the vice-grips. “Awhwhwh God!” Danny cried. “Cut it out. You’re killing me. You’re gunna rip my tits off!” Joe laughed. Then he unfastened Danny’s belt, and in one swift move, yanked down Danny’s jeans and pulled down Danny’s underpants with them. “Whooee”, Joe whistled. “Look at that meat! College boy’s dick ain’t half bad. Let’s see what kind of abuse it can take.” Joe pulled a piece of cord from his pocket and wrapped it around the base of Danny’s cock and underneath his ball sack. Danny felt his nuts squeeze tight as that cord cut into his balls. When Joe finished wrapping Danny’s cock and balls he slapped he returned to twisting the vice grips on Danny’s tits. “God stop!” Danny yelled. There was a brief silence. Then Joe remarked; “Well looky here. Looks like college boy is getting a hard-on.” Despite Danny’s suffering, he did notice a hardness in his cock. His balls tingled. Sure enough, he had a boner. The cord that was tied tight around his cock had restricted the blood flow and gave Danny a stiff one. As surprised as he was, Danny was totally blown-away by what Joe did next. Joe dropped to his knees and began stroking Danny’s hard dick. He was giving Danny a hand job. Danny’s was confused. But Joe’s callused hand felt good frisking his cock. Tied to the tables’ spread eagle, unable to move, cock and balls wrapped tight, and vice grips clamped to his nipples, Danny was starting to forget his pain and enjoy the pleasure of a hand-job on his now purple-headed knob. Then Joe stood up and kicked-off one of his engineer boots. He bent down and shoved the open end of that boot in Danny’s face. Holy shit! Did it stink inside Joe’s boot! Danny never smelled anything so foul in his life. It was a pungent, cheesy, rotten-smelling odor. Danny tried to twist his head and nose out from inside that boot, but Joe only held it firmer. Joe laughed sadistically as Danny struggled. “Yea kid, whiff my boot! Fucking stinks in there don’t it? My feet been sweating in those boots and mixing with a few cum loads that I’ve dumped in there. Fucking stinks huh? A kid like you needs to sniff that stink from a working man’s feet. And I emphasize working man. Not a pussy college boy.” Danny continued to try to get that smelly boot off his face but Joe grabbed Danny by his hair and Danny’s head firmly in his boot. He held Danny there until he stopped struggling. Then Joe did the damndest thing. He let go of Danny’s head and returned to stroking Danny’s cock. For a guy who seemed intent on hurting Danny, it was really confusing as to why Joe would be jerking him off. But Danny was once again feeling good. “Awhwhwh.” Danny moaned. His pecker was growing stiff once again. But then Joe stopped and stood up. “Be right back.”, he said, and walked away. Danny heard him fumbling with something in the room, but could not see him. Joe returned a few seconds later and stood over Danny once again, this time with a can of motor oil in his hand. “This ought to work pretty good,” he said, pouring a little bit of it on his right hand and dropping to his knees along side Danny. Joe picked-up his boot and shoved it back over Danny’s nose again. And Danny felt something cold and gooey on his cock. Joe had begun rubbing Danny’s cock with that motor oil, and it felt good. “Oh God.” Danny moaned. “Feels fuckin’ good man. Rub my dick.” Danny started breathing heavily now and by this time, he no longer minded the odor inside of Joe’s boot. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy it. The leather smell was coming on strong, mixed with those other warm, funky foot odors, and all Danny could think about was how turned-on he was becoming and how his cock was so fucking hard, and how he felt his nuts tighten up to his ass. Joe then pulled his boot from Danny’s nose and shoved its toe in Danny’s mouth. “Now eat my boot boy.” he ordered. “Eat my boot and lick it.” Danny stuck out his tongue and lapped a little bit at the leather. Joe continued to rub Danny’s cock. In fact, Danny was getting so excited now that he thought he could do just about anything Joe ordered so long a Joe didn’t stop rubbing his cock. “God, I wanna cum”, Danny whined. “What’d you say boy?” Joe asked. “Say it again.” “I wanna cum!” Danny said louder. “Yea boy. You like me rubbing your cock and making you hurt and making you sniff and lick my boot? You like it so much that you want to shoot your load?” “I like it man. I like the pain and I like your boot. And I like you jackin’ me. I wanna cum Sir. Put that boot back over my face Sir” “Yea college boy, I knew you’d like my boot. I knew you’d get off on my stinky foot odor. Just like me. I get off on it too. That’s not only my foot smell inside that boot, but it’s the smell of my piss and of my cum. I fuckin like to dump my man-juices in my boots and them smell them.” Danny was becoming intoxicated by Joe’s smelly boot air. He was beginning to lust for Joe’s foul-smelling boot. His nuts were pressing real tight against his crotch. His ass hole started to quiver. He felt like he was going to cum. There was no return now. Danny sucked in more of Joe’s boot air and let out a muffled yell. “Awhwhwhwhwh! Awhwhwhwhwh! Awhwhwhwhwh!” Danny’s wad came gushing out of is cock. The stench inside Joe’s boot smelled good and the feeling of him shooting hiss load all over Joe’s hand felt awesome. With his load now milked out of him, Joe stopped frisking Danny’s cock. Joe dropped the boot on Danny’s chest and put his hand to his face. Danny watched as Joe lick Danny’s cum off his fingers. Danny thought that was it, and Joe would let him loose, but Joe had other ideas. Joe stood up and unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He was already hard, and Joe had an impressive cock. About 9 inches; dark brown and with a nice bush of black pubic hair. Danny could see from the folds of foreskin around Joe’s cock head that he was uncut. Joe dropped to his knees and sat on Danny’s chest. He started pulling on his cock making it harder and harder right in Danny’s face. “You like my dick boy?” Joe said. “Yes sir.” Danny replied. “I want you to suck it then. But first I want to show you something.” Joe pulled back his foreskin as far as it would go to expose some cheese that was clinging to the underside of Joe cock head. “See that cheese, boy? I want you to sniff it and then eat it.” And with that, Joe shoved his dick head to Danny’s nose. “Wow! Stinks Sir. The smell of dick.” “Then stick out your tongue, boy” Joe ordered. And Danny complied. Joe shoved his cock up to Danny’s tongue and Danny lapped at it. He licked that cheese right off of Joe’s cock and swallowed it. “Open your mouth, boy”, Joe said, and he shoved his dick in Danny’s mouth. Joe then started sliding his dick in and out and Danny closed his lips around Joe’s shaft. “Harder, boy. Suck harder.” Joe ordered. “Now you’re gunna take my cock and take my load. And with that he started fucking Danny’s mouth. It didn’t take Joe long to shoot his load. Danny took it all. Bound on the floor, smelling of piss, vice-grips still clamped to his tits, and having already spent his load at the hand of another man, Danny took Joe’s big load. Now, all of a sudden, going to college seemed less important. |
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