The Bruiser Rapes – Prologue

This is just a one shot for the moment, but there’s more to come. 

“Look, you’re drunk. You can’t even stand up straight.”

“I’m fucking fine man, give me my keys.”

Logan held Graham’s keys higher, and his drunk friend swung at them wildly a couple of times, but couldn’t get them back.

“Let me drive you home, alright?”

They were seniors in college, and had been friends for since they were Freshman, and attended their first seminar together. Logan was tall–a couple inches over six feet, and generally thin, with a bookish look and glasses. He was the responsible one of the pair, and always had been–while Graham tended to get a little…wild, especially if he knew Logan was there to keep an eye on him. He’d always resented it, somewhat–and had always wondered what Logan might be like if he ever really let loose. Still–he was right. His vision was swimming and he was in no state to drive anywhere.

He didn’t pay much attention on the drive–he was trying to keep from falling asleep mostly. Beside him, was he drove, Logan kept sneaking glances at his friend, breathing a bit heavy, adjusting the front of his pants a couple of times. He came up to a light. If he was heading to the house where Graham lived, he should have taken a left. Instead, with a quick glance to see if Graham was noticing, he took a right, and drove towards his own apartment. Logan came from money, and his trust fund financed a small, one bedroom apartment near campus, while most everyone else stayed on campus, or shared houses together.

“Hey, this…why are we at your place, man?” Graham muttered.

Logan didn’t say anything as he parked, came around, and opened the passenger door. “Come on, you can…sleep on the couch.”

Graham insisted that he’d be happier back in his own bed, but Logan just grabbed him, hauled him out of the car and dragged him towards his apartment, and it took Graham a moment to even realize it was happening. Logan wasn’t someone known for their strength, exactly. It wasn’t until they were inside, and Logan had locked the door, that Graham was able to get a few steps away from him, and size him up again…but he seemed wrong, somehow. Thicker, somehow, his usually clean shaven face filling in with stubble. He tossed his glasses onto the side table (Graham had never, once in their friendship, ever seen his friend handle his glasses so carelessly) and he walked over to him.

“Let’s get you undressed, and into bed.”

The words were stern, somehow. They didn’t seem to have any real emotion to them, it was just…fact. He hauled Graham’s shirt off before he could really do anything to stop him, and then he was unbuckling his belt. Graham tried to shove him away, but Logan just pushed back, pressing Graham to the wall, kissing and sucking at his neck, his stubble scratching at his chest as he tried to squeeze away from him. This…this wasn’t like Logan. It didn’t feel like Logan, it didn’t look like Logan–what in the world was even happening? He struggled harder, trying to punch and hit at him, and Logan didn’t even seem to notice–he just grabbed his wrists in each hand, pinned them to the wall above him, and continued biting and kissing at his neck. He was so damn strong–how in the hell was any of this even happening?

Logan pulled away after a few minutes, and released his wrists. He tried to bolt for the door, but Logan caught him, and dragged him deeper into the apartment, to the bedroom. Graham was pleading, but Logan said nothing at all. Just threw his friend onto the bed, dropped his pants and underwear, and climbed up on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. Graham kept struggling, but no matter what he did Logan never lost control. The more desperate and horrified he got, in fact, the rougher Logan seemed to become with him, until he rolled him over onto his belly, planted one hand on his back, spread his legs and began forcing his massive cock into Graham’s hole, inch by inch.

Graham had never in his life felt pain like this before. He tried to crawl away, screaming, but Logan just gripped his hips, hard enough to bruise, and hauled him back with a few grunts, slowly dragging him back until he was fully impaled on his cock, and then he started thrusting into him, rutting really.

Graham gave up, at some point. There was nothing  he could do, nothing he could do to stop his friend or fight back. Maybe, he thought, if he just relaxed and let it happen, it would be over quicker. But Logan just kept fucking, hammering the cock deeper and deeper into him. It didn’t seem to matter to him, whether Graham was resisting or not–he didn’t even seem to exist as a person to him, just…just as a hole. Looking back over his shoulder, Graham saw he was even larger now, with a full dark beard across his cheeks, eyes focused, and yet vacant, like nothing was really on his mind beyond the simple physical pleasure of the fuck.

Graham didn’t really notice when it happened, but he let out the first gasp of pleasure at some point, and then another. He was rocking back, meeting his friend’s thrusts gently, then he was pushing back avidly. He…He wanted to get fucked. He deserved to get fucked. He was moaning, begging Logan to fuck him harder, but Logan just continued his same pace, unchanging, while Graham found himself descending into some crazed cycle of depravity he could barely understand, begging for the darkest, strangest things from the perverted corners of his mind, until he came, shooting his load all over the sheets below him, but it wasn’t enough, and thankfully, Logan wasn’t nearly finished for the night.

The next day, Graham awoke on the couch with a raging headache, and an inexplicably sore ass. Logan was in the kitchen, fully clothes, skinny as a rail, glasses on, cooking breakfast. Graham…didn’t know what to think, but the reality was too much to really take, and so he just…assumed it was a dream. A dream he would take to his grave, most likely. Still, he was never able to really feel comfortable around Logan again, but whether that was out of fear, or some inexplicable desire he never quite knew. A few months later, they graduated, and Logan moved across the country for a job offer, while Graham pursued graduate study in the heartland. He didn’t think about Logan again, until a few years later, when the bruiser rapes pushed their way onto the national news. The details chilled him, but in a way he couldn’t quite explain, and he did his best to not think about it anymore beyond that.