On the Subway

 It was late on a summer weekday night. The sixteen-year-old boy sat alone in a subway car on his way to his uncle’s house. The boy, with soft brown hair and big brown eyes, was tall and thin but solid like a basketball player. And he was nervous—understandably so since he was following his uncle’s orders to the letter and wearing only his high-top sneakers and flimsy jogging shorts. He was naked above the waist, and the tiny shorts did little to cover his crotch and ass. His bare chest and stomach had no hair and only a little fuzz on his long, muscular legs.

In his backpack, he carried a disposable camera. His uncle ordered him to have someone on the subway take his photo on the train to prove that he had followed orders. If he failed to do so, he would be punished. His uncle, who was solidly built, had a temper, and the youngster did not want to do anything to make him angry.

He had to wear a t-shirt to get out of the house and away from his parents, but as soon as he was around the corner, he stripped it off and stuffed it into his backpack. He walked down the crowded sidewalk, cheeks flushed, feeling everyone’s eyes on his nearly nude body. The booth attendant at the subway station gave him a dour look but said nothing as the shirtless boy walked through the turnstile. The boy walked to the far end of the platform through another gauntlet of staring eyes, intending to ride the nearly empty rear car. No one came near him during his long, nervous wait. His dime-sized nipples grew erect in the cool air of the subway tunnel.

After what seemed like hours, the train roared into the station. The youngster sighed with relief when he entered the rear car and found it empty. It might complicate matters getting someone to take his photo, but in his current state, he was not eager to share a long ride into Manhattan with anyone.

The train lurched to life as he sat down by the rear door. He relaxed, slumping in the seat and stretching his long, slender legs across the aisle. With their deep slits on the sides, the shorts parted to expose his lean indented thigh muscles nearly all the way up to his waist, along with the curve of his firm ass. He looked down at his taut, hairless stomach, and his eyes drifted lower. He was startled to see the outline of his dark crotch hair through the gauzy pale-gray shorts. He blushed again, realizing how many people on the street and in the station would have seen it, too. How had he gotten himself into this? He sighed, thinking of his uncle’s temper.

The train passed two stops with no one in his car yet. The boy grew anxious, wondering who would take his photo. He stood to glance through the door window into the next car. He could see at least two people: an older sleeping black woman and a stocky red-haired man. The boy held onto the overhead bar, his long, willowy body swaying with the train’s movement. Should he stay put or approach the man? Suddenly, he felt a bolt of fear—the man had looked up and made eye contact with him.

The boy was newly conscious of his awkward situation, standing virtually naked in the middle of a subway car, his lean sixteen-year-old body gleaming in the harsh fluorescent lights, and with a stranger staring him up and down like a wolf eyeing a sheep. And now the man was standing up, glancing at the sleeping woman, and walking toward the door into his car.

And then the man stood just a few feet away, the door falling shut behind him with a thunk. Suddenly unfrozen, the boy sat back down, legs drawn up, arms crossed over his naked torso, shoulders hunched, trying vainly to disappear. The stocky and barrel-chested stranger was much taller than the boy. He wore work boots. His worn jeans clung to big, solid calves and thighs. His t-shirt was stretched tight across big slabs of pectoral muscle. His face was broad and reddish, his eyes laser-blue. After endless moments, the man slowly walked the length of the car, sat directly across from the trembling youth, and looked fixedly at a point just over the boy’s head.

‘It’s now or never,’ the boy thought. ‘I’ve gotta do this, or I’ll be in big trouble later.’ He pulled the camera from the backpack next to him.

“Sir?” the youngster’s voice was nearly a whisper. “Sir?” a little louder now, his voice quavering. The man looked directly at him. “Uh, this is gonna sound weird, but like I have a bet with a friend, and…and…I have to get a picture taken of me dressed like this on the subway. Could you...” he gulped, holding the camera toward the man, “could you take it?”

The man sat motionless. “I might,” he growled.

“Please, sir, if you don’t, I’ll…I’ll lose the bet, and I’ll be in big trouble, and it’ll really be bad.” He was nearly panicked, thinking what his uncle might do to him. “You’ve gotta…please, sir.” He half-stood and held out the camera to the man. The man stared directly at his crotch (‘Oh, god, he can see my pubes and probably my cock,’ the boy thought).

“So, I’ll be doing you a big favor, huh?” the man finally replied, eyes predatory. He grabbed the camera with his big hand and again swept his eyes over the nearly nude sixteen-year-old before him. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

The boy realized he’d been holding his breath and released it in a rush. “Oh, thank you, thank you a whole lot. I—”

“But I decide how you pose for it.” The man sat impassive, only the growing bulge in his crotch betraying his increasing excitement.

The hairs on the boy’s neck rose. He wanted to run, but he knew he could not. “What do you want me to do?”

“We want your friend to have plenty of good evidence that you did what you were supposed to,” the man said as he stood up. “I’m gonna take pictures of you, front and back, standing in front of the door there.” He paused. “But you’re gonna get rid of your shorts first.”

The boy could not believe what he was hearing. The man wanted him bare-ass naked in the middle of a subway car! “But I can’t! What if somebody comes in? Oh, shit...”

The man shrugged and sat back down. “Okay, you don’t want pictures, I won’t take ‘em.”

The boy flashed back to the last time he had disobeyed his uncle, remembering how sore he had been for days after the older man had gotten through with him. He dropped his head and looked at the floor, knowing he was trapped. “Okay,” he sighed. “I guess I have to.”

His tormentor stood again and held out a hand. “Drop ‘em and give ‘em to me,” he ordered.

The boy clutched the waistband with both hands, took a deep, ragged breath, and slowly pulled the tiny shorts down his long, coltish legs. He stepped out of them and stood there, shivering and feeling vulnerable, stark naked except for his high tops. The man grabbed the shorts and stuffed them into his back pocket like a handkerchief.

The red-haired stranger put the camera to his face. “Okay, kid, stand up nice and straight and say cheese.” The boy could not bring himself to look into the camera. He stood, eyes hooded, as the flash bulb went off repeatedly.

“Okay, now turn around and show me your ass, boy.” The nude youngster slowly turned around. He could see graffiti flash by on the walls of the dark tunnel. “Okay,” the man said. “Now we do some posing. Get your hands on the wall over your head and spread your legs like the cops have busted you, and you’re about to get frisked. ” 

The boy spread-eagled himself against the door. He was shaking, sick with embarrassment and fear. ‘I’m just a kid,’ he thought. ‘How did I get into this?’ He pressed his face against the cool metal of the door and waited for the flashbulb to go off.

Nothing. His stomach fluttering, the boy dared to peek over his shoulder. The man’s jeans were unzipped. A fat, reddish cock was exposed and pointing toward the ceiling. The man ran his fingertips through the precum, already collecting on the obscenely thick head.

“God, no,” the boy moaned quietly.

“Shut up,” the man growled. He slowly ran his slick fingers up and down between the boy’s soft, smooth ass cheeks. The youngster shut his eyes tight, wishing he was at home, at his uncle’s, anywhere but here, naked and helpless, with a stranger getting ready to fuck his sixteen-year-old ass.

The boy yelped, and his whole body convulsed as the man suddenly jabbed two thick fingers deep into his tender asshole. The man’s other hand wrapped around the boy’s thin waist, holding him fast as a burning sensation spread outward from his violated hole. The man pulled out, and the boy exhaled in relief, then stiffened and cried out again as he felt three fingers rammed full-length into his gut.

He nearly forgot the intense pain as a panic swept over him; they were pulling into a station! The train shuddered to a stop, and the doors in front of the boy opened. The man’s grip around his waist tightened.

“Don’t even think about running,” his tormentor said. The man turned his victim half around as he poked his head out to survey the platform. “No one’s down at this end, but I’d better get you out of sight.” The trinity of thick fingers rotated in the boy’s ass and gave one deeper jab before the man yanked them out, spun the boy around, and forced him to his knees. “Get down until we’re out of the station,” he ordered.

The young boy found himself at eye level with the stranger’s thick, drooling cock. It was at least nine inches—larger than his uncle’s dick. The man took his cock in one hand and gripped the boy’s hair with the other. “Eat,” he said, forcing the youth closer to his crotch.

With no other choice, the boy opened wide as the man drove his cock into his mouth. The enormous shaft filled his mouth and continued its forward thrust until the youngster was gagging, trying to expel the fat cockhead as it forced its way down his throat. He flailed, face turning red as his air was cut off. His eyes watered, and spit flowed from his mouth. He could feel the man’s curly red pubes grinding into his face and fat balls smacking his chin.

“Slobber on it, boy,” the man cooed. “Get it good and wet.” He pulled back until the boy’s lips were stretched wide around his cockhead, then buried it down the sixteen-year-old’s throat in one brutal thrust. He viciously face-fucked the boy’s face for several minutes until his precum flowed thick and fast. He yanked it out, and the boy fell to the floor, red-faced and gasping.

“Stop…please…stop…please…no more.” The boy’s voice was gravelly from the savage pummeling of his mouth and throat.

The man jabbed his work boot into the boy’s heaving ribs. “Get up! We’re nowhere close to done.”

When the youngster made no move, the man grabbed him around the torso in a bearhug and yanked him to his feet, throwing him against the door. He kicked the boy’s feet apart and then stood back. The naked boy, tears flowing, braced himself for what he knew was next. He again peeked over his shoulder, just in time to be blinded by the camera’s flashbulb.

“I’m gonna call this picture ‘Little Boy About to get the Shit Fucked Out of Him.’ ” The man chuckled.

The terrified boy sobbed as he felt the man’s hand again snake around his waist and felt a painful pressure against his asshole. The train lurched to one side just as the man thrust forward, skewering the youngster’s tight, blazing-hot gut with his eight inches. The man groaned, and the boy yelled. The man immediately stuffed the boy’s shorts into his mouth to gag him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, you little shit,” the man barked. He quickly fell back into the same rhythm he’d used to fuck the boy’s mouth, pulling his cock all the way out each time and then plunging in balls-deep, impaling the struggling boy over and over. His victim’s muffled cries were barely audible. The boy’s ass was on fire as the enormous cock forcibly entered him. He felt something warm and wet on his balls. 

“Just a little blood,” the man snickered.

The boy let out a long, miserable groan. He had never felt such pain.

The train began an express run through midtown, and the man took advantage of the uninterrupted time, savagely pounding the helpless young ass in front of him. After what seemed like hours, the boy felt the man’s cock swell as hot cum spewed into his violated ass. The man pulled his softening meat out of the boy, a long rope of semen connecting his cockhead to the young ass he had just fucked. The boy collapsed face-down on the floor, moaning.

The man pulled the shirt from the boy’s backpack to clean his cock before zipping up. He rifled through the backpack, finding the boy’s wallet, student identification, and address book. The man returned the t-shirt to the pack and the boy’s shorts, which he yanked from his mouth. The stranger quickly shouldered the backpack as the train slowed and stopped. The doors opened, and he stepped out.

The man turned and threw the camera back into the car. He took one last look at his young victim. The boy was sprawled face-down on the floor, oozing blood and cum from his gaping hole, his smooth thin body naked except for his high tops.

The half-conscious youth managed to look up as the doors closed. The stranger smiled at him. “I’ll be seeing you again, boy.”