Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Even though the guy was kind enough to utter a warning, Eric still didn't have nearly enough time to react, to get the hell out of the way of the solid brass knuckles as they came crashing into the tender side of his head. Rocked by the blow, he found himself hitting the side of the dumpster with the broad expanse of his upper back, but as quickly as his muscular mass was sent in one direction, it was being yanked in another, by his hair - Goddamnit! - just so the guy could spit in his face and laugh some more! Rattled now, Eric was essentially at this guy's mercy, so when he leaned in and licked the spit from his face and then laughed even harder, all he could do was let slip a moan. His head was throbbing now and his vision was still a little off, but, regretfully so, his sense of hearing remained, which made it easy for him to hear the guy's instructions and then hear - Fuck no - the sound of a belt being unbuckled, a snap being undone, and a zipper being drawn along its teeth. Still trying to pull himself together, Eric groggily shifted upon the piece of cardboard beneath him so that he was now kneeling upon it however, as soon as the knife returned to his chest, just above his heart, his body reacted with a rush of adrenaline that not only cleared his vision, but afforded him the ability to lift his heavy head so that he could gaze up, only to see the last thing he would ever want to see, not just in this situation, but any. Dangling about a foot or so away from his face was this monster's cock. It was thick, it was erect, and it was weeping the slightest bit of pre from its sizable slit. Feeling his pulse begin to quicken, his mouth went bone dry. He imagined at this point that he probably looked a lot like a deer caught in headlights, for he could feel his eyes widen and his mouth fall agape, just a little. Never in his life had he been this close to another man's genitals, at least not in such a prone position. In the showers at the gym? Sure. In the locker room of that same gym? Yep. All of the time. But not like this, and certainly not down on his knees, in a dirty alleyway, with a knife pointed at him. I... Oh fuck. I... he began to sputter, wanting to say he couldn't, no, he wouldn't, but as the seconds began to tick away and the tip of the knife started to dig into his chest, Eric found himself with no other choice, not unless he wanted to end up a bloody mess, left for dead in this disgusting alleyway. So instead of fighting it, instead of being any more of an idiot than he had already been this evening, he reached up with one of his gloved hands and gripped the man's cock. Jesus. No. You can't! his mind screamed, as he began to lean forward, licking his dry lips as he did. Eric, for God's sake... No! it continued to scream, as more sweat began to pour from his pits and his lips began to tremble, his eyes now closed during the final approach. But he did it. He had to do it. There was no other choice. He either sucked this guy off or paid the ultimate price. It...it wasn't like he had to be good at it or - Fuck no! - enjoy it. He just needed to get this asshole off and then get the hell out of here. But just as he made the mistake of opening his eyes, made the mistake of seeing the man's twitching cock as it slid between his moistened lips, he truly and honestly wondered if being stabbed was a better alternative.