Smut Box

Hello everyone.
This is Smut Box, a place where I put my dirty imagination to use. All stories will be oneshots, varying in length and all erotica in genre. If you'd like to post a chapter here, email it to me and I'll decide if it goes in.

This first story is called 'Welcome to Hell,' and it's about a man and the Devil. It's about five pages of hardcore M/M rape, so you've been warned. (Note, since dude is the Devil, he can make James move around a little.)

When James got to Hell he didn’t know he was there. He died in 2000. He woke up in a chair, feeling stiff in the neck. He couldn’t move, but he had little time to think about that because a man with wavy blonde hair started talking to him.

He asked James questions about his wife, his children, his job. General stuff. James wasn’t surprised that he replied easily to the man, he was surprised that he told the truth.

“How often do you and Molly have sex?” Molly was his wife.

Instead of going for the easy opt out of, ‘Enough,’ or ‘I don’t know,’ James told the man that he and Molly hadn’t slept together since 1980.

“And Susan?” Susan was his daughter.

“I had her touch me when she was five, and then again when she was seven.”

The man continued to ask questions, never staying on one topic long enough. His eyes were big but he opened them so rarely that James never noticed their size. They stayed half closed the whole of the interview. He asked James about his health, his driving, the books he read, his hair.

When the questions about Molly and Susan started, the man had come over behind James and started rubbing his shoulders. This scared James, because up till then the man had seemed dreamlike and intangible. The fact that James couldn’t move he attributed to the dream, as well as the honesty.

But James had never felt things in dreams, and he felt the man’s cold hands rubbing back and forth on his shoulders.

If he could have he would have squirmed, but the only motion he could make was his mouth. He kept answering the questions while the man started massaging the muscles of his neck with his long cold fingers.

“Did you like having her touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you do it more?”

James tried to look at the man, who now rested his chin on James’s shoulder, his hands resting for a moment on either side of James’s neck.

“Because it’s wrong.”

“But you still did it.”

“I-I’m only human.”

The man frowned, considering this for a moment. He straightened up, he was very tall and had to bend to rest his head on James. James watched him come around to the front of the chair, in from him, and saw his cool indifferent face again.

He was handsome but not human. His features didn’t make sense; there was no race that dictated where they went. Long jaw, long nose, tall forehead, but lean and still dreamlike. He looked mean, crooner-like but without the humor or attitude. This wasn’t a front, this was who he just was.

The man reached down and grabbed James behind both of his knees. James yelped and tried to resist but still he was frozen. His fingers wouldn’t even twitch. The man lifted James up enough from him to slip into the chair, his legs on either side of the chair’s back.

He was so big that, when he settled James into his lap, he still looked down at the man.
His eyes and face didn’t change as he undressed James, picking apart the buttons of his shirt with a crisp, business-like manner. James howled at the man, told him to stop, cursed him loudly, told him to explain himself.

The man looked at him when he asked for an explanation. For the first time he cracked a smile, one side of his mouth curling up and his lips opening to reveal big, sharp teeth.
They weren’t fangs, but rather big canines. They looked at once primitive and, perhaps because of this, dominate. James didn’t want to know what this guy’s bite was like.

“You’re very stupid,” the man said, tossing James’s shirt aside. “You know that, right?” He smiled again, leaning into James’s now sweaty and pale face. James’s heart throbbed when he saw those teeth again.

And, accordingly, the man sank his big teeth into James’s neck.

While James howled in pain, the man’s hands starting roaming over his chest. They were icy cold, big and long fingered. One found a nipple and pinched it hard, then twisted.
The other moved up James’s back, curled up in his hair and held his head back as the big teeth released his neck.

James tried to scream more but found he couldn’t even do that now. He just watched as the man’s bright red tongue licked up some of the blood around his mouth. He didn’t pay the wound he had left on James’s neck any mind, instead his hand slipped out of the other man’s hair and he leaned into James’s face. James’s head lay in the crook of one long arm, the hand twisting round to brush its cold fingers against his jawline.

The other hand had stopped playing with James’s nipples. He felt it push against his back, moving him more into the bigger man’s lap. His crotch was squished up against the other man’s stomach, his legs dangling on either side of his big hips. James felt something big poking between his legs, and he knew what it was.

He tried to speak again and found he could.

“Don’t do this- don’t do this- don’t-“ The other man shoved two fingers into his mouth, used them to tilt his head back. He held onto James’s back, finding enough fat and muscle to make a purchase for his big hand, and rubbed their bodies together. He gave rocked his hips under James, moving slow but making sure he felt that big lump under him. James was paler than ever, sweating like and pig and utterly focused on him.
He liked the attention.

“I hate it when people say not to do something. It makes me want to do it more. But, just for you, I’ll wait.” He rolled his shoulders, his shirt beginning to fall off. James gagged as the fingers into mouth pushed in deeper. The man leaned in, so close that his lips pressed against James’s ear as he told him ‘Suck.’

And then James had power over his mouth and throat again. He didn’t oblige the man, tried to bite down only to lose control again. The fingers jammed in deep now, deeper than human fingers could have gone. Suddenly there was another hand, this one twisting his nipple while the other held his back. James panicked, tried to fight the man. He felt himself rock back and forth, instead of start thrashing. He was rubbing against the lump now, hard this time. A new hand started pulling at his trousers, rocking them off even though it was impossible to do so. But then, four hands weren’t possible either.

He kept rocking against the lump, naked now. The other man’s erection started to push inside with every rub, but he was still fully clothed and the angle wasn’t right for real penetration yet. The man’s patience seemed to draw thin, his fingers choked James so painfully that he threw his head back and gargled. He remembered the man’s instructions and he started to suck on them. He rolled his tongue over the knuckles, tasting salty skin and tough, smooth enamel as he got to the nail. His tongue squeezed between the fingers, he licked the skin between them. He sucked hard, tried to find a rhythm that didn’t hurt so badly. But, as he found one, the man pushed the fingers to a different one, a painful one. With every thrust he scratched a little more at James’s throat.

One arm curled around James’s neck, the man’s face coming back to where he had bit James to start with. He licked at the wound, his tongue burning against the bite. James whimpered around his fingers and tried to keep going. When he failed the fingers jammed in more.

The hand holding his back had moved up to the back of his neck. As the fingers jammed into his mouth the other hand raked down his back, down to his still rocking hips. James felt kisses on his neck as the hand moved back up. He’d lost his rhythm altogether now, the fingers had settled with just choking him. The two other hands made themselves known as they trailed down his front and took hold of his dick.

The kissing continued, growing longer and wetter and the cold, cold hands worked over his member. He couldn’t feel anything but the cold bite of them, there was no pleasure. He grew harder but they didn’t let up. One kept pumping at him as the other played with his head. A thin finger ventured into his hole and he howled as best he could.

The hand that abused his mouth suddenly released him, grabbing the back of his head as he gasped for air and panted. His mouth was pushed up against the man’s ear.

He was crushing them together now, two hands pulling them together while the other two relaxed as James caught his breath. James panted and coughed, clammy and weak all over.

Everything hurt, even where the man hadn’t touched him.

The man started to thrust against James, using the full power of his big hips to push more of himself in. And then back out. In. Out. In. Out. He was grinning, his shirt falling away and his pants loosening.

His hands grabbed at James’s member again, making his cringe and whine. One hand took hold of his head and the man spoke to James again. “Lemme hear it.” He pushed James’s mouth to his ear as two fingers forced themselves into his hole.

James screamed like he never had before, long and loud and sharp. His throat ached, his voice broke, he felt tears roll down his face as the fingers pushed further in. They twisted around and he screamed again. The other hand tightened on his member and rubbed up and down, squeezing where the fingers were. He felt the nails dig into him and his voice broke again. They moved in and out with their own rhythm, as did the other man’s dick. In. Out. In. Out.

Finally James broke down into sobs. His hands held onto the other man feebly. He couldn’t havefough him if he tried. Everything hurt too much. He cried into the man’s shoulder, closed his eyes and tried to die.

And then he was falling backward, landing hard on his back. Still naked, still aching, still cold and scared and lost but suddenly alone. James didn’t even think to lick his wounds, he started crawling away. No direction in mind, just away.

When he felt those cold hands wrap around his ankles he clawed at the ground, trying to pull himself forward as he was slowly but surely pulled back.

The hands let go but just like that the man was on top of him, straddling him and holding his hands together over his head. He gave James a long, hard kiss, his tongue going in deep and finding the sorest parts of his throat to taste. He undulated against James, spending his weight down onto the smaller man in one wave of muscle.

He was naked now, his erection rubbing against James’s as he continued to kiss him. James thrashed around now, using his fear to move his aching body. But it only made him kiss hard, push harder, grow harder. Finally he broke the kiss and, quick and fluid, moved down James’s body.

He pinched James’s head, making him sputter and squirm. As James tried to gain control again the other man got into position, lifting James’s legs up onto his shoulders. James reached for the man, tried to grab him but the man reared up and two arms restrained him while another pair held his legs wide open.

“You’ll like this part.” He said with that smile, ramming into James.

This was worse than before. A pair of hands started torturing his dick as the man fucked him hard, ramming in carelessly. James felt himself moving to meet the thrusts, making him collide hard with the other man’s hips every time he charged in. He started moving faster, pounding in just as hard. He made James speed up, made him take all of him in at once. He face was turned up to the sky, his blond hair running with sweat as he enjoyed himself.

James felt him pull out altogether, only to charge in again. He did this again and again, pushing in deeper and deeper. James saw blood coming out of him, each thrust bringing out more. The man was shaking now, grinding his teeth as he pushed into deeper and deeper. He pulled all of himself out again, and rammed it home one last time, coming hard into James.

The man collapsed against James then, not pulling out but moving over him in a snake-like slither. He let go of James, all his extra arms disappearing as he seized the other man’s mouth again. He kissed him long and hard, grinding against him happily.

“Welcome to Hell,” he said to the panting man under him.