In the bustling city of New York, a young man named Marcus hurried down the narrow sidewalks, his eyes darting from left to right as he weaved through the crowded streets. He was tall, with a slender build that made him seem almost fragile among the towering skyscrapers. His shaggy brown hair fell over his eyes, obscuring them from the neon lights that reflected off the puddles from last night's rain. Marcus was not your typical New Yorker; he had a softness about him that stood out amidst the concrete jungle's harshness. He was lost in his own thoughts, his mind racing with the stress of his daily grind.
On the opposite side of the street, a man named Brutus had been watching him for weeks. Brutus was a monolithic figure with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing. His muscular frame was wrapped in a leather jacket that strained against his broad shoulders, and his pants bulged with the promise of something obscene. His thoughts grew darker by the day as he fantasized about the helpless boy in the alleyways.
The moment finally arrived as Marcus took a detour into one of the quieter alleys, the stench of rotting garbage and urine assaulting his nostrils. It was a shortcut he had discovered, a place where the city's relentless pace seemed to ease for just a brief moment. But tonight, it was a mistake he would come to regret.
With a predatory smile, Brutus followed, his heavy boots echoing against the wet pavement. He could feel his heart pound in his chest, his excitement building as he approached the narrow, shadowy corridor where Marcus had disappeared. The alley was a maze of dumpsters and discarded furniture, a perfect place for his sick desires to come to life.
Marcus was startled by the sound of footsteps closing in, but by the time he turned around, Brutus was already upon him. The beast of a man pinned him against the cold brick wall, one massive hand clamped over his mouth to muffle any potential screams. Marcus's eyes grew wide with terror, his heart racing as he felt the unmistakable pressure of Brutus's arousal pressing against his thigh. He had never seen anyone so big, so powerful, and so filled with malicious intent.
With a swiftness that belied his size, Brutus yanked down Marcus's pants, exposing his trembling flesh to the cold night air. The boy's eyes watered with fear as he felt the brush of the man's coarse beard against his cheek and the hot, sour breath that accompanied every grunt. Brutus's hand moved from Marcus's mouth to his own crotch, freeing his monstrous member that stood at attention, eager to claim its prize. The anticipation in Brutus's eyes was palpable, his excitement growing with every quiver that racked the boy's body.
The alley was their battleground now, a silent witness to the horror that was about to unfold. Marcus's mind was a blur of panic and despair as he realized the gravity of his situation. He knew what was coming next, and he knew that he had nowhere to run. The world around them had shrunk to the cold, damp wall and the crushing weight of Brutus's body.
Ignoring Marcus's desperate pleas for mercy, Brutus positioned himself, his massive cock poised at the entrance to the boy's vulnerable body. With a sadistic chuckle, he thrust forward, feeling the resistance give way as he claimed his prize. Marcus's screams were muffled by the hand over his mouth, his body arching in agony as his innocence was stolen in a brutal, violent act.
The sounds of struggle and pain filled the alley, bouncing off the walls and disappearing into the indifferent night. Brutus's grunts grew louder, his hips driving into Marcus with a ferocity that spoke of years of repressed desire. The boy's body was no match for the brute strength of the man, his legs giving way as his mind tried to cope with the unbearable violation.
The alley was now a cocoon of horror, the only light coming from the flickering bulb at the far end, casting a sickly glow over the scene. Marcus felt every inch of Brutus's monstrous cock tearing into him, the pain so intense it threatened to consume him. He closed his eyes tightly, willing it to be a nightmare, but the cruel reality remained.
Brutus's rhythm grew more frenzied, his grip on Marcus tightening.(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)