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It started out like any other day. I got up in the morning, brushed my teeth, douched my hole, took a shower and headed out for my internship at Manhunt. Dewitt was really putting me to work lately—if you know what I mean—so I dressed down in a long-sleeve t-shirt and went commando in a pair of cotton shorts. This might not have been the best idea. I felt myself getting an erection as I pulled into the Kendall Square stop on the T, and much as I tried to hide it, I knew that a couple of other commuters saw the outline of my dick fighting to be released from the thin fabric. I couldn’t help it! The way Dewitt tongue-fucked me the day before was lingering on my mind.

It was in this vulnerable moment that I spotted someone suspicious standing in the corner of the train. He was wearing a creepy clown mask and staring directly at me. I assumed it was just some weirdo from Harvard doing an experiment about social norms for his sociology course. Honestly, I didn’t really think much of it, because I couldn’t look at that mask for very long…

Things got weird when the clown-man followed me off the train. I picked up my pace, and he picked up his pace too. I tried to wait him out by sitting on a park bench, but he just sat there and looked at me the whole time. At this point, I was running late, so I rushed to the office, stormed through the door and hopped on the elevator.

A hot, scruffy guy stepped on right behind me. It must have been the universe’s way of making up for the traumatizing clown-man experience, so I made eye-contact for a bit and casually turned away while sticking my ass out like an animal in heat. I could tell he was staring at me, wanting to ravage my sweet boy pussy. I could tell he wanted to fuck me.

I felt a hand on my arm. There were only two of us on the elevator, so I knew it had to be him. I imagined that he’d twirl me around, dip me like a princess, kiss me deeply and whisk me away into a storybook romance. This could be the man I’m going to marry, I thought. This could be the man that I bring home to my mother, then fuck in my parents’ bedroom while they’re out running errands. This could be the one.

How very wrong I was.

Things got blurry at this point. I remember seeing the clown-man in the elevator, but the next thing I knew, I was in a weird warehouse with a mattress on the floor. My new cotton shorts were ripped in the back to expose my ass, my ankles were duct-taped to a wooden rod, and the creepy clown-man was just staring at my hole, investigating it.

He pulled me up and whipped out his dick. It was pretty nice. I thought, maybe, if I’m able to focus on his shaft instead of that creepy clown-mask, I might be able to enjoy this. What other choice did I have? I was tied up, and I had no clue where I was… I might as well just use the lessons Dewitt taught me and swallow this guy down to the base. Maybe he’d release me when I sucked a creamy load out of him.

He didn’t release me. He didn’t even bust his load, even when I unleashed all of my best oral tricks. He just laughed and flipped me over onto my back with my head hanging over the mattress. He proceeded to fuck my throat and make me feel like a cheap, used slut… And I hated how much I liked it.

His pre-cum tasted so good. I kept sucking and sucking, hoping that I’d get to taste his load. It still didn’t come, no matter how hard I tried… How much longer could this go on? I really needed to get to work, and I didn’t want my jaw to be tired for Dewitt. He spanks me (and not in a fun way) when I don’t give him his morning blowjob.

The clown-man took off his mask and pulled my hair back. I let out a faint scream and begged him to let me go. He laughed again and shoved his cock down my throat, telling me that I wasn’t going anywhere until he fucked my tight little hole so hard that I’d cry. Yikes! Even though I love to get fucked, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take it so rough.

He pushed my head onto his cock again, despite my protests. I could feel his hands rubbing my ass, teasing my hole with his fingers. He placed the tip of his index finger against my pucker and pressed against it. I tried to fight back my moans while nearly gagging on his cock. I didn’t want him to know I was enjoying this as much as he was.

It was all over once he started fingering me and making me squirm. I was his butt slave, and he knew it. He threw my ankles up in the air, rolled a condom onto his dick and thrust deep into my hungry ass. FUCK! It hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t want him to know I was in pain. I faked a few sexy purrs, and after awhile, I was talking dirty for real.

Once he started, I felt like it was over too soon. We both blew our loads, and I wanted more. I begged him to let me suck his dick ’til he got hard again, so he could fuck me a second time, but he just laughed at me. He handcuffed me to a pipe against the wall, put the clown mask back on and stared at me for what seemed like hours. I am trapped here. I don’t know where I am. And there is a creepy clown-man in front of me.

I want to remember the man behind the mask. The man I saw in the elevator. The man who fucked me so well that I shot wads of cum all over my stomach. The man I thought I could take home to my mother. The man who brought me so much pleasure. The man I thought could be my future husband.

But all I saw was that clown. The clown that raped me.

– Name Redacted, The Intern

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