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One fateful night, you were out with your friends. You all decided to go to the bar, you thought it would be pretty fun. A night out with your friends, just to mess around and have fun.
You and your friends finally got to the bar, there weren't many people (which you were happy about.) Except for one strange man at the end of the bar. He sat in his stool, tapping his foot every now and then. You just ignored it, assuming it was just a normal person getting a drink. One thing that you noticed, however, is that he never took his eyes off of you… not just your friend group, but you as a singular person. You blinked, trying to look away and pay attention to your friends. After a bit, you and your friends had sat down and gotten some drinks, maybe a little too many. All of you were quite tipsy, the world spinning as if it were a carnival ride. Soon, your friends slowly started to leave, one by one.
You said your goodbye to the last friend to leave, slurring your words as you waved at them. You were alone now. Everyone else in the bar had left too. Except for that.. man. He was still staring at you, trying to make it look inconspicuous, though obviously failing. He was looking you up and down, basically undressing you with his eyes. Your drunken state didn’t make you pay much mind to it, only telling you that it was time to leave, something wasn’t right. You quickly finished the rest of your drink, scrunching up your face at the bitter taste, then quickly walking out of the warmly lit bar and out onto the sidewalk.
The cold night air hitting your face and almost knocking you into being sober. You looked down the street, almost no cars were passing by, it made a chill run down your spine. It felt like the sound of your footsteps was the only noise being made, you would drunkenly turn around and look behind you, it felt like someone was following you, or maybe it was just the wind? You walked past a dark alleyway, stopping. It might’ve just been the alcohol, but something was definitely wrong. You tried to look into the darkness.
Suddenly, something pushed you into the dark alleyway. You tried to scream, but it was muffled by the hand of your attacker. You tried to squirm away, to no avail. Whoever had grabbed you was way too strong. You turned your head to look at this person… It was the guy from the bar. You attempted to scream once again, but he slapped you, hard. “Shut up. I’ll make this quick if you just do what I say.” He had a Swedish accent. Out of fear, you decided to comply. He dragged you deeper into the alley, yanking you down to your knees. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he fumbled with the zipper to his pants.
You were slowly beginning to understand what he wanted from you, why he was staring at you at the bar. He finally got his zipper un-done. He revealed his throbbing phallus from his boxers, and without warning shoved your mouth onto it. You gagged and cried as tears ran down your face. He went into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a switchblade. He held it up to your neck, one wrong move and it would all be over. You gagged harder. After a little while, he started grunting and panting. He forced your head further down on his cock, making you gag even harder than previously.
You felt his hot jizz dribble down your throat as he came, for someone who told you to be quiet, he sure was loud. He groaned as he let go of you, though you didn’t dare run away from him. He still had his sharp blade pointed at your throat. Tears spilled down your cheeks and cum dripped from your mouth as he pinned you against the wall. He whispered in your ear, “If you do this for me, I'll let you go.” You nodded quickly, not wanting to disobey your assailant.
He pulled down your pants and underwear, exposing your dripping hole. He chuckled, “Looks like someone got a bit excited at this, hm?” You whimpered in response, this didn’t satisfy him. “I asked you a question. Answer me.” He held the knife closer to your neck. “Yes..” You replied quietly. He groaned at the sound of your voice. “So, so good.” He lined himself up with your hole and pushed himself inside without warning. You moaned and he slapped you again. “What did I say about being quiet?! Shut the fuck up.” You tried your hardest to stay quiet. He roughly fucked you. You came again and again for what seemed like hours. He groped you through your top and your ass, groaning and grunting as he thrusted up into you.
“Fuck..” He growled into your ear as his thrusts got sloppier. You whimpered softly as you felt another orgasm inching upon you. You hated this, oh, how you hated this. But deep inside, you knew you liked it. He rutted into you one last time with a loud groan before you felt his thick ejaculation pour deep inside you.. Your whole mind went blank as you felt him put your clothes back on before he left you there, all alone in the alley…