Aspiring Model Gets Used Ch. 04

"Come on boy," Frank said. "You know you want it. You love being a dirty slut for fat old men, don't you?"

Luke reluctantly opened his mouth. He could feel Frank's fat fingers digging into his scalp, pulling his head closer to the horrendous man's cock.

"That's right, boy," Frank growled, his enormous dick swinging in front of Luke, causing him to gag at the stench. "Suck it. Show me how much you crave my cock."

With a sigh of defeat, Luke parted his lips, allowing the repulsive member to invade his mouth. The taste of Frank's old, unwashed cock, mingling with the rank smell of his pre-scum smeared crotch made Luke gag, but he stayed strong, determined not to give Frank the satisfaction of hearing it.

"That's it, boy," Frank grunted, thrusting his engorged member deeper into Luke's mouth. "Take it all. Let me feel that warm mouth on my dick."

Frank's dick tasted really horrible, and the fact he was sucking this disgusting man made Luke almost vomit. He did his best to suppress the bile rising in his throat. He closed his fists around his thumb and squeezed, a trick Richard taught him to help with gagging that served him well today. But still, each time Frank shoved his dick into the boy's mouth, Luke felt his pride and dignity chipping away, replaced by a sense of self-loathing and depravity.

"Oh, yes." Frank moaned, his voice cracking like a whip. "That's it, baby, suck daddy's cock. Faster, boy! Show me how much you crave this dirty old thing!"

Cursing internally, Luke redoubled his efforts, working his lips harder along the length of Frank's member. It was a grueling task that was taxing Luke to his limits, both physically and mentally.

Every fiber of his being told him to push away from Frank's repulsive form, yet he found himself unable to stop devouring the old man's hog. With each gut-wrenching thrust of Frank's cock into his mouth, Luke's resolve wavered, bringing him to the verge of surrender.

Luke's lips tightened around Frank's dick. His tongue swirled all over the shaft as he bobbed up and down, then all over the head as he suctioned the tip.

"Yes, baby," Frank cooed, stroking Luke's hair like a demented lover. "That's it. Devour my nasty cock."

Luke wanted to scream, to lash out at the monstrous man using him, and to get away from this place, but he could not bring himself to stop. He continued to slurp and suck, moving his head up and down in rhythmic motions, all the while despising himself for his doing it, and worse, enjoying it.

Frank watched with utter satisfaction, looking down at the boy on his knees for him, savoring every moan and whimper that left the young man's lips.

"You love this, don't you boy? You're a depraved little slut sucking on a fat old man's cock."

Frank's words stung Luke. They filled him with such shame and a feeling of depravity which, in turn, drew out more arousal, resulting in Luke moaning onto the huge dick in his mouth. Frank took it as a signal and simultaneously shoved Luke's face deep into his crotch and bucked his hips forward, getting his dick all the way down the boy's throat and drowning his face in his fat pad. He then pulled the boy's face off his cock, and set his hips back down, before repeating the process over and over.

Frank was essentially fucking the boy's mouth, his fat belly slapping nonstop against Luke's face in the process. It was all the boy could do to moan onto the invading cock.

This carried on until Frank could feel Luke's mouth go slack jaw from the strain and effort of the face fuck, at which point he pulled the boy off his cock and ushered him to the bed.

"Finally, on to the main course."

He pushed Luke onto the bed, laying the boy prone on his belly. Frank immediately crawled on top of him. His sweaty, hairy body pressed against Luke's smooth skin, with his weight threatening to crush the life out of the boy.

Frank took a deep breath, his giant belly jiggling into the boy's lower back, his arch acting like a cradle for the old man's potbelly. With a groan, he positioned his enormous shaft between Luke's legs, placing his knees on either side of the boy's hips. His large, bloated hands spread Luke's thighs apart, exposing his beautiful, vulnerable flesh. Frank leaned in close, his ugly face hovering just inches from Luke's ears.

"Are you ready, boy?" He asked, not really caring about the boy's answer.

Luke could not utter a word and simply lay still and silent. He heard Frank chuckle and then felt the head of his cock rub against his tight hole. His heart raced, panic washing over him. He knew what was coming. His body tensed, preparing itself for the unbearable intrusion. Luke wanted to scream, to tell Frank to get off and to run out of his house as fast as he could.

Despite his best efforts, Luke's body betrayed him. His ass cheeks involuntarily parted, and his hole opened up, allowing enough space for Frank's engorged member to enter with a loud pop as the bulbous head penetrated his entrance and pushed deep inside.

"There we go, boy," Frank whispered, his breath hot and ragged against Luke's neck. "You want it, don't you?"

Luke wanted to deny it, to reject the pleasure penetrating his body despite his revulsion. Yet, moans escaped his mouth, exposing the mounting tension and lust within him. Each thrust sent a wave of mixed feelings coursing through him.

"Fuck yes!" Frank groaned, his voice coarse and commanding. "Take it, boy. Take my big old cock."

The words burned in Luke's ears, reminding him of his predicament. He was wracked with shame and disgust, but filled with yearning. Despite constantly being grossed out by Frank and what he was doing to him, he couldn't deny his arousal. Even now, he could not understand how he could possibly be aroused by what was happening.

Frank continued to thrust his member in and out of the hot young man's channel. The sound of Frank's balls slapping against Luke's cheeks filled the air, accompanied by Luke's loud moans. Despite his attempts to suppress it, the young stud couldn't help but feel his body respond so favorably to the being used by the old man.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Frank taunted, his voice sounding triumphant.

Luke winced, his head buried in a pillow. The humiliation was unbearable, but he couldn't escape the fact that his body was going wild for the invasion. Every thrust drove deeper into his core, eliciting reactions contrary to his own desires, or what he believed to be his desires.

"Yes, Luke!" Frank growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can tell you love it!"

Frank increased the speed of his thrusts, pounding into Luke relentlessly. The force increased tenfold, and so did the sloshing sounds of Frank's sweat-drenched hairy body rubbing against Luke's smooth, toned back.

"Stop...please," Luke moaned, the sound muffled by the thick material of the bed sheet he was biting on.

Frank smirked, then pushed himself off the boy and positioned him onto all fours, before burying his cock deep inside once again, continuing his relentless assault on the tight ass before him. Frank then grabbed a fistful of Luke's hair and yanked his head back, making him look straight into the mirror.

Luke had closed his eyes the moment Frank mounted him, and had kept them closed up to this point, not wanting to see and accept the reality of what was happening. As he was forced by Frank to open them and look into the mirror, Luke saw what everyone he'd ever met told him they saw. He saw his perfect body and his perfect face, deserving of only the best. And yet behind him was the fattest, most grotesque-looking old pervert he'd ever seen, plunging a huge cock deep into his guts.

"Look at yourself," Frank sneered.

Looking more closely, he saw beyond just their physical appearance. He saw his face contorted in agony and disgust, but also, undeniably, arousal and a burning hunger in his eyes. Most shocking of all, he saw his pole was at full-mast, harder than it had ever been before.

Neither he nor Frank had touched his member a single time throughout this ordeal, but here he was, rock hard from getting fucked by the old man. The sight of his own torment, coupled with the realization of his unnatural response, ignited another tidal wave of self-loathing within him. He couldn't believe his gaze had landed on that horrifying image. The shame of it burned through him, intensifying his humiliation.

Frank snickered, withdrawing his member from Luke's abused entrance, then ramming it all the way to the hilt, making the boy moan loudly as he hit his special spot. He reveled in the tormented expression etched on Luke's face, the disgust and guilt mixing with arousal.

The shame of knowing his body betrayed him made Luke's anger flare and desperation claw at his insides, which Frank could see in his eyes, further driving his arousal off the charts. Every thrust of his member brushed against Luke's prostate, which made him moan and whimper like a bitch. It was a deliberate attempt to humiliate the younger man further as he knew Luke despised the pleasure he was getting from being used by him. He used the pleasure he was giving Luke in order to instill shame and guilt in him.

"Admit it, Luke," Frank spat. "You love being used like this. You love being used by ugly, fat old ME! Can't you feel your body begging for more?"

Luke's nostrils flared, his anger boiling just beneath the surface. He knew he should remain strong, refusing to give Frank the satisfaction of hearing him utter words of submission. But, as he looked into the mirror, the evidence of his arousal staring both him and Frank in the face, he felt weaker than ever before.

It was at this point that Frank's thrusts came to a sudden halt. He pulled out of Luke's ass fully and then gave the boy a proposition.

"Tell you what, stud. If you tell me right now that you want me to stop, I will. You can leave and I will still let you have the recurring role on my TV series. But if you choose to do that, know that you can never have me again. Ever. Or, if you like, we can continue with what we're doing right now."

The boy froze in place.

The power Frank held over Luke delighted the old man immensely. The fat, sweaty fingers on his left hand gripping Luke's waist, the other still pulling his head back, forcing him to continue looking at the mirror.

Luke was bewildered by Frank's proposal. Why was he doing this? Frank wanted him bad, he had made that abundantly clear. He was also a wicked person, as he had heard from his friends and experienced firsthand. So why was Frank offering him an out? He didn't think the old man was stupid, but this proposition certainly seemed like it.

Frank said that he could leave and still keep the job. He would no longer need to allow this horrendous man to use him and still get what he originally got into this for. This should have been the easiest decision of his life, and yet it wasn't.

Throughout the entire ordeal so far, he was figuratively and literally kicking and screaming at every turn. He had never been filled with this much shame, disgust, guilt, and self-loathing before. There was no logical reason for him to have not instantly answered Frank that this was over.

"But WHY??" He kept asking himself over and over. Why hasn't he told Frank that he would take his offer to leave now? He could end this now and still get the job.

The answer lay in the image reflected in the mirror. Below his rigid cock, on the silky white sheets of Frank's bed, was a huge pool of pre-cum. For there to have been that much pre-cum drenching the sheets, he had to have been leaking the entire time Frank was fucking him. This knowledge sent shivers down his spine and made his skin crawl.

The sight of the mess he made was the final nail in the coffin, and he could no longer deny himself. For as much disgust and shame as he felt along the way, he experienced an equal amount of desire and lust. The worst part was, deep inside, he knew that the depravity of what he was doing was what fueled these feelings of arousal. Despite his best efforts at ignoring and denying it, the truth was that he was enjoying the degradation being inflicted on him by the fat old man.

"The clock is ticking boy. Answer me! What is your decision?" Insisted Frank.

Finally accepting what he had fought so hard to deny, Luke locked eyes with Frank in the mirror and gave him his answer.

"Fuck me, you disgusting old man!"

To others, that would have been an insult that stung deep, but Frank felt otherwise. No, to Frank, these words were magic. These were the words that signified he had broken Luke and that the boy had now given himself fully to him. It drove Frank wild with lust, filling him with renewed life and energy for a pounding the likes of which Luke had never experienced before.

Frank eagerly resumed and escalated his assault on Luke's ravaged hole, his fat cock plunging deeply into Luke's body, doing everything in his power to obliterate the boy's hot ass.

Frank fondled Luke's long, lean body, his greedy hands roaming freely over the firm young flesh. He savored each agonized moan that escaped Luke's lips, loving the feeling of complete control over the boy.

The wet slaps of their bodies echoed loudly in the huge room, as Frank pumped his cock mercilessly into Luke's quivering ass. He reveled at the sight of Luke writhing beneath him, his handsome face twisted in agony.

Luke could not believe the power Frank had. He was an ancient tub of lard, yet somehow, he had the ability to fuck Luke harder, faster, and deeper than he had ever been fucked before. Was the super-soldier serum like in the hero movies actually real? Could rich men like Frank somehow have gotten a hold of it? Because the way this fat old man was capable of fucking him like this despite his obviously terrible physical condition and old age was practically supernatural.

But what did it really matter how Frank was able to do this? Luke was getting the pounding of a lifetime. A fuck so good that it tore him up inside. A fuck so good that he could not stop himself from screaming in ecstasy, even though the man plowing him was the embodiment of everything Luke found unattractive and gross.

Frank pulled out and flipped the boy onto his back. Without needing to be told, Luke quickly pulled his legs back, gripping the insides of his knees to expose his hungry hole to Frank. The Ogre drove his throbbing cock all the way in with one strong thrust. His plump fingers dug into Luke's hips, holding him steady as he pummeled him without mercy.

"Beg for it, boy," Frank hissed, slamming into Luke with unrestrained brutality. "Tell me how much you need it."

Frank had broken him, and Luke knew it. He had given in to the depravity of letting this grotesque old man own him. Luke had succumbed to the violation that initially disgusted him but now excited him beyond measure.

"Fuck me," Luke whimpered, his voice hoarse with passion and pain. "Please fuck me, daddy! Harder! Don't stop fucking me, daddy!"

Frank obliged, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. His cock pistoned in and out of Luke's ass, stretching him wider with each brutal entry. Luke felt the walls of his channel trembling, unsure if they could withstand the assault of Frank's dick.

The fat man then leaned down, his chest hovering over Luke's face, and his sweat dripping all over him. The boy saw the fat, saggy tits dangling in front of him, and instantly his mouth was on it. He began to slurp and suction, reveling in the taste of the man's tits, as well as the rug of gray fur slick with sweat.

Sucking on Frank's saggy tits while getting ass plowed was pure bliss. He moaned nonstop onto them, unable to get enough of this debauchery. Only a few minutes into this and the arousal had become too much. Luke detached his mouth from Frank's chest, and he plopped back down onto the bed. The sensations had overwhelmed him, leaving him unable to do anything but lay, get fucked, and moan in ecstasy.

"Yes! "Frank groaned, his body shaking with the effort. "That's it, boy. Call me grandpa. Beg for Grandpa's cock."

Luke felt his cheeks flush with heat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had lost control, surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

"Please," he begged, his voice breaking. "More Grandpa! Please don't stop fucking me!"

Frank's grin widened, his eyes shining with triumph. The old man was enjoying every second of this, his cruel nature thriving on Luke's torment.

"So handsome, so perfect," Frank murmured, his hands exploring Luke's body greedily.

Many men struggle with body image and learning to accept themselves. Without mincing words, Frank was ugly, extremely obese, hairy, and all wrinkly and saggy from old age. This did not bother him one bit. In fact, he reveled in his physical appearance and how unsightly people perceived him to be. It served only to fuel his ego and his penchant for domination when hot young men would give themselves to him, and Luke was the hottest of them all and had given himself fully.

For the next few hours, Frank continued his relentless assault on Luke's willing body. Their sweat, spit, and precum mixed, creating a sickening aroma that filled the air.

Luke could only lie there, defeated, screaming out in pleasure as the Walrus of a man ravaged his hole.

"You like that, don't you?" Frank groaned. "A dirty grandpa filling you up with his cock"

Luke squirmed beneath him, torn between his hatred for what he was doing and the intoxicating feeling of being completely dominated by Frank.

"Ugh, yes!" Luke moaned. "Fuck me, you filthy grandpa!"

Frank responded enthusiastically, his strokes still powerful despite how long he had been fucking the boy. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other, the friction elevating their pleasure. Hearing the young stud, who was only a fourth of his age, begging for his dick while calling him grandpa, stroked his ego to amazing heights.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Frank murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I've got you now, boy."

The intense sensations coursing through Luke's body were overwhelming, and he felt himself fall victim to Frank's dominance. Every thrust of Frank's dick sent waves of pleasure shooting through him. He put up zero resistance, and just delighted in being used and humiliated.

"Harder Grandpa!" Luke gasped. "Please, fuck me harder!"

Frank's laughter filled the room, "I knew you'd come around eventually, boy."

His powerful strokes continued, their rhythm growing increasingly frantic. Luke's loud moans blended with Frank's grunts, creating a horrific sound that would have caused neighbors to call the police. Fortunately, there were no houses within hearing range, so the unlikely pair were free to scream all their pleasures out

"Please, Grandpa! Please keep fucking me, grandpa!" Luke begged. "Make me feel like a fucked up boy!"

Frank thrust his massive cock into Luke's tight hole, causing Luke to arch his back and cry out in pleasure.

Luke could feel his orgasm inching closer and closer despite his dick getting no attention. Every thrust of Frank's cock sent spasms of pleasure coursing through his body, numbing his mind and rendering him incapable of thinking clearly. He was drowning in an ocean of lust and shame.

"Fuuuuck grandpa!" Luke moaned "Jerk me off, I'm close."

"Not yet, boy." Frank grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to watch you squirm."

Luke groaned, his muscles tensing as he struggled to contain the building orgasm. He could feel his cock swelling, the pressure building in his balls threatening to explode at any moment. Since Frank did not oblige him, Luke moved his hand to stroke himself to completion. Before he could make contact, Frank slapped his hand away.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, boy."