Feedback on this story can be sent to TheSmuttyExpress@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------- All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------- Kyle clutched nervously at the outer rail of the witness stand as Mr. Rockwell walked over to begin his cross-examination. Mr. Rockwell, a slick young lawyer, looked skeptically at Kyle. "I'd like you to go over the events of that day on the twenty-second again," Mr. Rockwell said. "Well, I got home around three," Kyle began. "I put myself on the stairlift to get up to my apartment and it wouldn't work." The boy of nineteen used a wheelchair after an accident when he was ten left his legs barely usable. He could use them only a little and not to hold much weight. "Then what happened?" Mr. Rockwell asked. "I tried it for a couple minutes before the door to Mr. Hilgard's apartment opened." Kyle paused for a minute, glancing anxiously toward Mr. Hilgard at the table for the defense before quickly averting his eyes. Mr. Hilgard, a large, broad, overweight man in his sixties sat there calmly watching Kyle. "And then what happened?" Mr. Rockwell asked. "Uh, Mr. Hilgard came out and asked what was wrong. I told him and he fiddled with the joystick on the stairlift for a few seconds and then with the settings on the side of the chair. It didn't work." "So what happened next?" Mr. Rockwell inquired. "Well, uhmm," Kyle said, nervously rubbing the outer edge of the witness box. "Mr. Hilgard told me he'd carry me up to my apartment. He carried me up the stairs over his shoulder." "Uh-huh," Mr. Rockwell folded his arms. "But then---" Kyle said with added urgency, "But then he turned toward his apartment instead of my mine. I told him, my apartment's the other way!" "You didn't find it strange or more worrisome that a man you testified earlier that you didn't know very well, a stranger, carried you to his apartment instead of yours?" Mr. Rockwell pressed. "I did! I told him!" Kyle replied in an animated fashion. "He didn't say anything back." "Why didn't you scream or cry out? Or fight? You testified this afternoon that you found Mr. Hilgard a little strange and didn't trust him. Why then did you allow yourself to be taken into his apartment?" Mr. Rockwell pushed critically. "I, uh, I..." Kyle stammered, his heart pounding as he relived the moment. "We're the only ones on that floor. The place was deserted. I didn't know what was going on. I'm bound to a wheelchair, I couldn't fight! I was up in the air being carried." "A broken stairlift sounds like a convenient way to seek Mr. Hilgard's help. You had no problem hopping up in his big strong arms. Then you don't let out a peep when he carries you to his apartment. It sounds like you were seducing him," Mr. Rockwell commented with an eye toward the jury. "No! I told him! I told him my apartment was the other way," Kyle tried to defend himself, his face turning red. "Objection!" the prosecutor working on behalf of Kyle called out at the same time Kyle answered. "Sustained," the judge said. "I'm sorry," Mr. Rockwell said with an unapologetic air. "You didn't let out a peep... that could be heard by anyone either than you. And it sounds... almost like you were seducing him." Objection," the prosecutor asserted again. "Sustained," the judge said again. "Be careful, counselor." "I apologize, your Honor. Let's get back to what happened after Mr. Hilgard carried you into his apartment," Mr. Rockwell said after he'd made his point. "He closed the door behind him and locked it," Kyle bit his lip. "And you didn't say anything at that time?" Mr. Rockwell inquired. "I kept asking him what he was doing, but he wouldn't answer." "What did Mr. Hilgard do while he wasn't answering?" "He brought me into his bedroom... to his bed and put me down on it." "Did he put you down on your back or on your stomach?" Mr. Rockwell uncrossed his arms. "On my stomach," Kyle started to choke up, reliving being face down and defenseless on the old man's bed. "What did you say or do if anything when he did that?" "I told him to stop and that I needed to go back to my apartment," Kyle said like he had then. "Did Mr. Hilgard respond to you?" Mr. Rockwell asked. "He said I could go back to my apartment after... after he was done with me." "What did either of you do at that point?" "Before I could say anything he... he pulled my shirt up and got my pants down." Kyle spluttered and wished he could hide his face as he imagined Mr. Hilgard's hungry eyes looking him over. Kyle had a lean upper body and skinny legs from such little use. His butt was girlish and bubbly from long hours sitting in his wheelchair. "He told me he was going to rape me." Kyle's head drooped as the words came out. "Is that what he said? Those don't sound like his exact words." Mr. Rockwell pressed. "Well, no," Kyle stammered. "Tell us exactly what he said." Kyle's eyes started to well up. "He said... 'I'm gonna fuck you.'" "What happened next?" Tears began to roll down Kyle's face. "He did what he said." Mr. Rockwell approached the witness stand. "He penetrated you?" "Yes," Kyle choked. "How did you respond? Why didn't you try to fight him off of you?" "I tried as best I could!" Kyle bawled. "I did try to pull myself away and I tried to reach around and push him off me. It didn't work. He's too big. He was too strong." "You didn't say anything?" Mr. Rockwell inquired. "I did! I begged him to get off me! To let me go home. And when he, when he... entered me, I pleaded with him to pull it out. I told him how much it hurt. I begged him to take it out of me!" Kyle cried out in the court. "And that's the exact sequence of events? Mr. Hilgard removed your pants and then immediately penetrated you anally with his penis?" "No, uh," Kyle rubbed his hands nervously, "... He used his fingers first." It felt like someone had stuffed cotton down Kyle's throat. "He penetrated you with his fingers." Mr. Rockwell tapped his fingers against his suit jacket. "Did he say anything while his fingers were inside you?" Kyle's eyes shot over to Mr. Hilgard where he reclined in his chair and then down to his sweaty palms. "I can't... please..." "Your Honor, will you please direct the witness to answer the question," Mr. Rockwell said. "Objection!" the prosecutor called. "Overruled. The witness will please answer the answer." Kyle's stomach wound into deeper knots. "He said I had a good hole and that it was very pretty. He said he'd been planning to do this since we first met and that he was going to enjoy feeling my 'tight shitter' around his cock." Kyle could feel his abused asshole tremble as he said the words. He sobbed thinking about it, tears pouring from his eyes and running down in big droplets off his young face. Explaining all of this had brought him back to that day. He could hear and feel everything like it was happening all over again. Recounting the rape in court really did cause him to relive it. Kyle relived it from the sound of Mr. Hilgard's pants unzipping. The overpowering older man shoved what felt to Kyle like a baseball bat between his clenching buttcheeks and rubbed that spongy stiff head of his monstrous cock against the wheelchair-bound young man's vulnerable, desperate anus. Old Mr. Hilgard roughly forced his big, throbbing cock into the defenseless entrance of the boy's unprotected asshole. Kyle screamed and wept into the bed. The pain was unbearable. Mr. Hilgard bellowed, the intense pleasure of riding the boy's hershey highway nearing overwhelming proportions for him. Kyle felt like his body was being split in two from his rectum. He tried once more to get away, desperately clawing at the headboard to get a hold of it and pull himself away. Mr. Hilgard laid down on top of Kyle's much smaller body, crushing the boy underneath his mammoth, 300-pound frame, and ending any further escape attempts. "You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you, cripple," Mr. Hilgard told him. "When I'm done with your little shit chute you won't be able to sit back in that wheelchair for a month!" he tormented Kyle, his enormous cock buried inside him. Mr. Hilgard thrust savagely in and out of Kyle's anus, punishing the poor boy. Kyle cried hysterically beneath the man. His helpless asshole quivered around the old man's throbbing organ. Mr. Hilgard's jackhammer dick abused Kyle's tiny hole with too many arduous thrusts to count. "Please... Oh, god... please... STOP...!" Kyle whimpered and cried the entire time, but it made no difference. If it got too loud the dirty old bastard would bury Kyle's face in the bed to hide his cries. Kyle felt Mr. Hilgard's great big stomach on his back and imagined the hairy old man's enormous, fat ass bouncing up and down as he fucked the much smaller boy. "Take it! Take that big dick, you cripple bitch." Mr. Hilgard sleazily, sadistically victimized the wheelchair-confined young man's sore, spastic anus for his own pleasure. He plunged his massive tool deep into the boy's clenching balloon knot, bulldozing through Kyle's most private orifice. The cum began to boil in Mr. Hilgard's swollen old testicles. "Shit! You are one sweet piece of ass!" Mr. Hilgard moaned. Kyle's older neighbor strenuously plowed his entire length up Kyle's shaking rectum. He stiffened and shot his load, blasting Kyle's aching asshole with burning hot cum. Mr. Hilgard coated the boy's insides, filling the boy's poor anus with enough sticky semen to make the record books. Mr. Hilgard kept his monstrous prick buried inside Kyle. The huge old man grossly kissed Kyle's neck and shoulders like he'd just made love to his wife if he'd had one and not just impaled the young man in a violent rape. "I need to catch a shower before I've got to go to work. Make yourself at home, sweetheart." Mr. Hilgard chuckled. The old man withdrew from Kyle's sore entrance and left the room. Kyle tried to turn over when he heard the shower run, but the terrible burning in his asshole prevented him from doing so. The young man longed to leave, only he didn't have his wheelchair and he didn't think he could crawl back to his apartment in this state. To make matters worse, Kyle was stuck in the old guy's bed, which smelled like Mr. Hilgard did. Unwashed masculine musk filled the powerless young man's nostrils. Kyle finally managed to roll over on his back and cried softly there until the shower stopped and the bathroom door opened. Mr. Hilgard came back to the bedroom. His colossal body loomed over Kyle. Mr. Hilgard removed his towel, revealing his massive genitalia again. The old guy's menacing package dwarfed Kyle's. He got up on the bed over Kyle and bent down, sitting his gigantic, swollen testicles on the boy's face. "Suck on them," Mr. Hilgard told him. Afraid of his older neighbor, Kyle obeyed. The young man sucked Mr. Hilgard's gargantuan testes. He ran his tongue all over them, watching fearfully as the old man moaned, his monstrous penis filling again with blood. The low-hanging, ancient-looking testicles had to be the size of oranges and had a mass of gross veins running along them. "That's it," Mr. Hilgard groaned. "Lick those big nuts. Slobber all over them." Kyle's eyes pressed shut, he grimaced as he pleasured the old guy's big disgusting balls. "Unfortunately, I've got to go to work. Give those bad boys a kiss goodbye." Kyle pressed his lips together and kissed them. Mr. Hilgard rolled the giant things around the boy's face and said, "You're going to have to do better than that. Kiss them like they just got back from war." Kyle hid his disgust, giving the old man's huge, heavy ball sack a long, smooching kiss. This was finally enough for Mr. Hilgard who slowly dragged his testicles off Kyle's face. "Wish I didn't have to go work," he lamented. Mr. Hilgard got up and dressed silently, Kyle still lying disoriented and crying gently in his bed. The old guy left the apartment for work, leaving the young man alone there. Kyle felt Mr. Hilgard's huge load of sperm drying in his asshole. He reached over for the phone sitting on the nightstand and dialed the police to say he'd been raped. "So after Mr. Hilgard showered you put your mouth on his testicles?" Mr. Rockwell asked of Kyle after he'd retold these events. "Well, uhhm, yes. He made me," Kyle winced once more recalling it. "You claim you were raped, yet you could have called the police after the first encounter while Mr. Hilgard showered and you didn't," Mr. Rockwell contended. "I couldn't do anything. I didn't know what to do!" Kyle sniveled. "So you decided to put Mr. Hilgard's testicles into your mouth and willingly pleasured them." "I, I didn't have a choice," More tears glazed in Kyle's eyes. "How big is Mr. Hilgard's penis?" Mr. Rockwell inquired. "I, I, uhh, I don't know," Kyle stuttered. "Big." "Do you like big penises?" "What?!" Kyle spat out in disbelief. "Have you ever had a fantasy of having sex with someone like Mr. Hilgard. Someone older, large and strong---6'4", 300 pounds like Mr. Hilgard. Someone to pick you up from your little wheelchair and sling you over his shoulder and take you back to his room to make love to you. Have you ever fantasized about something like that?" This line of questioning caused a fresh coat of beet red blush to scorch Kyle's face. How could he be accused of fantasizing such a thing? Mr. Hilgard's lawyer was trying to say that Kyle wanted it, wanted big old Mr. Hilgard to rape his ass. "Objection!" the frustrated prosecutor cried. "Sustained. Counsel will refrain from leading the witness," the judge stated. "I'm not gay. I didn't want this. He forced himself on me and raped me," Kyle said painfully. "The defense believes you had consensual sex with Mr. Hilgard and that's why you waited to use your mouth to pleasure Mr. Hilgard's testicles instead of using that time to call the police and report that a rape had occurred," Mr. Rockwell asserted confidently. "Objection!" the prosecutor slammed his papers down on the desk. "Sustained," the judge stated again. "Save it for your closing statement to the jury, counselor." Mr. Rockwell did just that, telling the jury at the end of the trial that Mr. Hilgard and Kyle had consensual sex together and then Kyle either regretted it or sought to impeach Mr. Hilgard's character by making up a false story of rape. Kyle couldn't bear listening to such lies. The horrifying news that the jury acquitted Mr. Hilgard of his rape devastated the young man. The dirty old bastard had raped his defenseless asshole raw and gotten away with it. Kyle could still feel the old sleaze's enormous, 300-pound frame crushing down on top of him and his monstrous dick plowing his ass senseless. A few days passed. Kyle didn't even want to leave his apartment. He ordered groceries online to be delivered instead of getting out and shopping for them himself at the supermarket. When the doorbell rang Kyle wheeled over and opened the door expecting those groceries. The young man turned white when he found Mr. Hilgard in his doorway instead. His asshole immediately started to tremble, almost like muscle memory. Like the defenseless little rosebud remembered Mr. Hilgard and feared the same fate it had suffered the last time they'd seen each other like this. "You're not supposed to be here," Kyle told Mr. Hilgard with a pit developing in his stomach, trying to shut the door on the slimy old man quickly. Mr. Hilgard put his big foot in the door before Kyle could close it. "I was acquitted. I'm a free man," the dirty lecher stated. "You can't just barge in here. There are laws against that too!" Kyle informed him. "You're going to invite me in." Kyle could see Mr. Hilgard grin through the crack in the door. "Because you know I raped you once and got away with it. So there's nothing stopping me from doing it again but your hospitality in inviting me in." "I'll scream," Kyle threatened. Mr. Hilgard swiftly overpowered Kyle, slamming the door open. He charged inside and put his beefy hand over Kyle's mouth before the young man knew what happened. "You'll do what now?" Mr. Hilgard removed his hand from Kyle's mouth once he knew screaming wasn't an option. "Please just go. You already won in court. No amount of rubbing it in could make me feel any worse." Kyle's face lowered and he fought back his tears. Mr. Hilgard smiled down pleased at the weak boy he'd forced himself on. "I got away with it once. You're mine anytime I want you. So I'm not here to rub it in. I'm here to tell you I expect certain things from you now. Now, do we have an understanding?" A tear felt like fire as it rolled down Kyle's face. "Yes," he replied feebly, knowing the old man was right and painfully giving in to him. "Tell me what you want." "Start by calling me sir," Mr. Hilgard told him with an evil smile. "Sir," Kyle repeated the word for him in a pitiful tone. "I watched you run that mouth of yours on the witness stand all day in court. Now I want to watch it sucking my dick." Mr. Hilgard's bulge, about eye level with Kyle, started to grow ominously. "Please," Kyle looked up at Mr. Hilgard and tried to appeal to him. "Please, sir. Not that. Please, I'm a good cook. I could cook for you. I can wash your clothes. I'll do whatever you want. Please don't make do that... sir." Mr. Hilgard's face became more serious again. He told Kyle sternly, "You either suck it or I'll wear your shit hole around my dick like a hat. Remember all those pillows you needed to cushion your wheelchair just so you could sit down after the last time? That was nothing. I'll really fuck you hard this time if you don't start slobbering on my sausage lickety-split." Mr. Hilgard grabbed his growing genitals lewdly. "I'll do it," Kyle said softly. "I'll do it, SIR," Mr. Hilgard reminded him. "I'll do it... sir." "Good," the old guy patted Kyle's cheek. "Take it out and work some mouth magic. I haven't emptied the pipes in a couple days so there's going to be a lot for these sweet lips to drain," he said, running his thumb across Kyle's soft mouth. "You, you want me to get it out... sir?" "That's right, boy. Your hands must work better than your legs do. You get it out," Mr. Hilgard told him. Kyle reached with shaking hands and unbuttoned Mr. Hilgard's pants. The young man continued to hold back tears as he drew the zipper carefully down the old guy's bulge. Kyle's quivering hand disappeared inside his older neighbor's pants and fished out the old man's stiffening monster from his stinky boxers. Kyle's hand felt small and womanly against the size of the old man's erection. "Isn't this a pretty sight," Mr. Hilgard remarked gleefully. "Now give it a kiss," he told the boy. Kyle glumly leaned forward in his wheelchair and kissed the big angry tip. "Mmmm... use those dicksucker's lips of yours," Mr. Hilgard moaned telling him. "Now open wide and start slurping and sucking." Kyle stretched his mouth open and wrapped his lips around the big spongy head of Mr. Hilgard's cock. The young man began to suck on it gently. Kyle's hands massaged the old sleaze's shaft, hoping that would make him finish faster. Humiliated once again by his large older neighbor, Kyle serviced the man's cock just like he'd been told to. "You better start blowing me like you don't want me bending you over your wheelchair and riding you like a pony all night," Mr. Hilgard warned him. The young man swallowed hard at the comment. He whipped his wet tongue in a frenzy around Mr. Hilgard's tip. Kyle took more of the throbbing shaft into his hot mouth. The massive cock felt too big for it. Kyle let his head bob back and forth like he was masturbating Mr. Hilgard's dick with his mouth. The boy sucked hard, caving his cheeks down around the slimy old guy's thick rod. He slobbered the big thing up and down, demoralized by the memory of Mr. Hilgard using it to skewer him during the rape. "You've proven your mouth works a lot better than your legs do, kid. But I got a big load brewing in here so I'm gonna need to take over," Mr. Hilgard told him. The disgusting old bastard proceeded to grab Kyle by his hair and brutally thrust his monstrous cock deep into the boy's mouth. Mr. Hilgard savagely entered the boy's choking throat with no regard for Kyle. "That's it," Mr. Hilgard moaned. "Your throat is almost as sweet and tight as your ass." Kyle's struggled to breath and his face turned a deep shade of red during the old man's vicious assault on his mouth. Mr. Hilgard's huge prick swelled and the boy's eyes now bloodshot widened as he realized the dirty bastard was about to cum. Mr. Hilgard groaned roughly, cum surging through his cock and bursting from the tip, flooding Kyle's throat and filling his mouth. "Swallow it. Swallow it. Swallow it!" The old man ordered, bombarding the poor boy's mouth with massive blasts of semen. Kyle gulped the musky spunk down desperately, fearing he might drown in the foul fluid if he didn't. The disgusting stuff somehow tasted like Mr. Hilgard or at least somehow tasted like how Kyle thought the dirty old bastard's sperm would taste like. Kyle wished he could spit it out instead of swallowing it and allowing it into his body. It made the young man feel ashamed and forced him to recollect all the cum Mr. Hilgard had shot inside Kyle with his cock rammed up the boy's ass. Mr. Hilgard kept his cock lodged down Kyle's throat until he was satisfied every last sticky drop of boiling semen had been drained from his big ancient testicles and deposited into the boy's mouth. Mr. Hilgard pulled his shiny prick out with a pop and rubbed it around the young man's face before putting it back in his pants. Kyle struggled to swallow the last thick mouthful of Mr. Hilgard's load left behind in his mouth. His face was a mess from throat-fucked crying and cum. "I'm glad we have our understanding in place. I want you to start on my dinner and then you can run a bath for me," Mr. Hilgard told him. "Yes, sir."