What Happened in Holland

Rob stirred in his sleep, having felt a light tickling on his cheek. He moved his hand sleepily across his face and stopped when he felt warmth at his fingertips. As he slowly began to wake up a lamp flicked on, flooding Rob's bed with red light.

“Huh? Who's there? What–” Rob said, slurring his words.

Again he felt a tickling on his cheek and opened his eyes. He jerked his head back.

“Motherfucker!” Rob yelled as his eyes went wide.

ESR's hairy erect penis, thin and crooked and pulsing with each heartbeat, hovered centimeters from Rob's jaw. His bushy red pubic hair bearded his red scrotum which hung low between his pale thighs.

“Hi Rob, I just got off the bus from Kansas City and decided to make a pit-stop in Holland. Hope ya don't mind!” ESR said with a childlike grin. His drooping orange mustache fluttered as his breath came in gasps.

“You sick fuck! How did you get in my house? And where's Kathleen? What did you do to my wife?”

ESR crawled closer to Rob as he took his softening shaft in his hand and began slowly jacking himself.

“Kathleen's fine, Rob!” ESR said, producing a half-full green bottle of Jägermeister in one hand and a .44 Magnum in the other.

“Motherfucker! I'll fucking kill you!” Rob shouted.

“Now now, Rob, that will never do. You'll suck my penis to erection and then take it in your sweet little anus until it's time to dump a load of Uncle Eric's special sauce down your slick throat, and you'll like it!” ESR said.

With this ESR cocked the hammer of his gun and shoved it into Rob's cheek and began forcing his jaw open with the barrel as he poured the Jägermeister, thick and dark and brown, into Rob's mouth. He trickled some onto his bush and penis for good measure and jammed his thin cock between Rob's wet lips. Rob took it to the hilt.

“That's a good little faggot. You take all of Uncle Eric's junk and you like it!” Eric said as he began pumping his cock in and out of Rob's mouth. ESR's bulbous white gut hovered menacingly over Rob's face like a full moon and his ruddy pubes tickled Rob's nose. The gun barrel wavered at Rob's eyes.

Rob moaned as ESR grunted his pleasures into the back of Rob's throat.

“Now Rob, I want you to look me in the eyes. Look at me, Rob, look at Uncle Eric while he rides your face like a six-wheeled ATV!”

Rob's beady eyes connected with Eric's pale blue irises, tears welling in his eyelids as ESR's crotch continued its assault.

“I have with me a funnel, Rob, and you're going to take it in your ass. This old cock of mine needs a little lube and we're going to pack your rec-room full of something quite slippery!” ESR said as his eyes grew wide. He shook his bottle of Jägermeister again as he helped Rob pull his pants off.

With a pop Eric removed his pulsating cock, slick with spit, from Rob's hungry mouth as Rob turned over onto all fours, his back arched and ass swaying in the air. ESR's little orange funnel entered Rob's anus without complaint as he began pouring the brown fluid. Rob shivered.

“Good boy, Rob. Good boy. Uncle Eric's gonna feel real good in a second. Oh!” ESR moaned as he rammed his dong home into Rob's familiar rectum. “Reeeal goooood…”

Rob cried out in pain as ESR put his full weight into each and every thrust, Rob's hairy ass-cheeks spread further and further apart with every push.

“OK, Rob, I want you to say hello to my little friend!” ESR said with a maniacal laugh. Rob hissed as he felt something cold and metal begin to enter his asshole right beside ESR's rigid cock. “What's the barrel of my .44 feel like up there, Rob?”

“I can't take this anymore! I was done with this when I moved from Ann Arbor! I just want to have a normal straight life with Kathleen, I just–” Rob said through sobs and grunts as Eric continued his battering ram assault. “I just want to leave my gay days behind!”

Eric grunted one last time, withdrew his gun and cock from Rob's bloodied anus, and shoved Rob onto his back.

“Get ready to take my load, boy!” Eric yelled as he jacked his crooked cock at Rob's maw. He kept his .44 focused on Rob's forehead as he began pouring more of the brown liquor into Rob's worn mouth. A few drops of the spirit hit ESR's dick and he lost control. His butt cheeks tightened and his hips thrust forward and backward like a piston as his scrotum tightened.

“You little fucking Linux faggot, take my load!” ESR shouted at the top of his lungs. Spurt after spurt of sickly yellow hacker semen erupted from ESR's straining purple cockhead into Rob's gullet, the Jäger splashing Rob's face and mixing with the cum into an infernal homosexual cocktail. Rob gagged and flailed his arms.

Rob laid gasping and spitting after ESR climbed off of his spent form.

“Thanks there, Robbie. Old Uncle Eric better get the fuck out of here now before the cops come. I'm sure someone heard you crying like a little girl!” ESR said, laughing again.

Rob turned and looked at ESR as if in a trance. Blood and semen and Jägermeister leaked from his sullied lips and collected in his goatee. Sweat and more Jägermeister covered his brow. His eyes, bloodshot from the alcohol, strained to make out ESR's pudgy form shuffling in the darkness.

“Oh, and by the way, Rob, I didn't kill Kathleen. She's probably going to need some medical attention though,” Eric said. “I pistol-whipped her and injected her with about a pint of this Jäger. She's duct-taped face-down on the futon next door, just so you know.”

Rob started but then cried out in pain as his ass spasmed. His hand went to his sore, puffy anus and he rolled around in his soiled sheets. His eyes were glazed over, almost catatonically. He began crying again, his whole body wracked in weeping.

Eric stuffed his .44 in the waistband of his pants, freshly pulled up, and grabbed his bottle of Jägermeister as he made a beeline for the door.

“You take care now Rob, I have a bus to catch back to Malvern! You have a sweet, sweet anus and a hot little mouth there! I'll be back around to command your taco again some other time, faggot!” Eric said with a cackle as he vanished into the darkness.

A few seconds later a door slammed and the house was silent except for Rob's quiet sobbing and Kathleen's faint coughing in the next room over.