The Tail Into the Woods

My name’s Rahul. By the time I turned 26, I’d come to think that really, this was how life would go, being the background character in my own story. I am not that much to look at, with a face that’s hardly noticeable in the crowd. My personality is as plain as a toast with some non-spicy tomatoes and onions.

My life has been designed to be a series of safe, pinpointed choices. That is why my parents’ latest plan for me felt so absurd. They wanted me to marry my cousin, Teju.

Teju is the sexiest person that I could have ever imagined to be my wife. She was a damn hot girl like Rakul Preeth Singh, slim waist, perfect boobs and tight thighs. But our families were serious. We both got new jobs in another city. To facilitate this “arrangement,” we moved into the same apartment building.

I decided to go at it with all excitement. I wanted to prove myself as a worthy male. I prepared her favourite food. I went shopping and bought her whatever she wanted in a shop, and took her to good, safe restaurants. For a while, it seemed to work. It was appreciated, I think.

She would smile and thank me. There were moments of real warmth. I let myself hope. Then came a new arrogant person, Roopak, to stay next door. He was 22, the Gen Z guy, confident enough to make any woman go with him. With a sharp jawline and an effortless swagger.

He was all that I could not be – masculine, adventurous, and some raw energy that I could never put on. He started talking to Teju, and it was as if another version of her started to come alive. He would flirt outrageously, making bold moves right under my nose.

They were totally oblivious-or perhaps caring little-of our family’s plans. Her birthday was the turning point. I, true to form, purchased a cake and a bouquet of roses. It was sweet. It was completely unforgettable, memorable and a decent way to surprise a girl that you meet, at least for me.

Roopak, on the other hand, secured two tickets to a concert for a band she loved. I tagged along, feeling like a bone in the meat. In that heavy crowd, under the disco lights, I watched them. They danced, their bodies moving closer and closer with every beat, a step closer.

He was holding her hip, the grip got strong, and the distances got short for every beat of the song. As the final song came to an end, their faces were so close that I could hardly see 2 apart. In that peak moment, they kissed, deep and hungry. That was the first time.

After that, Teju withdrew. Our parents had officially told her about the marriage arrangement. She couldn’t bring herself to defy them. I was the safe choice, the secure future. But in her eyes, there was this inner conflict. She wanted stability, but somewhere deep inside.

I could sense that she was dying for the fun and excitement with Roopak. A few weeks later, my parents suggested that I go for a five-day trek in the mountains along with a travelling group. I tried to be as usual, extra cautious. I started to pack extra first-aid kits, refusing to engage in any dangerous activity.

So that I can take care of my future wife and win her heart, but it was the reason for bringing down the mood. Teju did not like it. One afternoon, as a shower gave way to brilliant sun, a perfect rainbow arced over the valley. In that magic, romance-washed light, she turned to me, and we kissed.

It was nice, I was on clouds and excited. That evening, there was a call from my parent that they paid extra for a midnight moon hike. Teju and I could go for a night stay at that beautiful place and camp there at night. The moon reflects in the hot spring while we take a bath.

But they warned me that there might be some water creatures too, of course. I declined, citing the cold and the risk as my reasons. Teju was angry. “You never want to do anything fun!” she exclaimed. She didn’t accept “no” for an answer. When Roopak said he would go, she decided to go with him.

I was in my tent for hours trying to brush that off, but my eyes were wide open. The thought of them being together, alone under the moon, kept eating away at me. A mixture of concern and a sick, twisted curiosity finally got hold of me. I put on my shoes and made the quiet climb to the waterfall campsite.

There was no one except the river’s steady sound at the camp. I went to Roopak’s tent. My steps were quiet on the cold ground, but the tent was empty. An unusual kind of emptiness. Then I heard it. A sound that was not where it should be.

A wet, choking sound, coming from the hot springs. I went to the sound. My heart was beating at maximum speed. There, under the bright light of the moon, in the hot spring, I saw them.

Teju was kneeling at the edge of the hot water, her head thrown back. Roopak was standing over her, his hands in her hair, guiding her. His thick cock was in her mouth. She was gagging, her body was bucking as she tried to get away. But he held her tight, hips moving in a slow, harsh rhythm.

“Take it,” he said, low. “All of it.” After he took her out of her mouth, she coughed, gasping for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to him. Before she could get her breath, he pulled her up. His power was scary. Then he raised her and tried to get inside her.

Teju got frightened. “It’s my first time,” she stammered. “I don’t know how-”

Roopak grinned. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll make you a pro.”

He was rubbing his cock against her wet pussy lips, and Teju was moaning quietly. She couldn’t hold back anymore. Gradually, he inserted his finger. Teju yelled. “Stop! Please, stop!” she begged, but he ignored her.

He raised her legs even more, spreading them far apart. “Be quiet,” he shouted harshly in her face. He used his leg to separate her legs even more. I saw his big, hard cock pressing against the little pink opening of her pussy. He wasn’t gentle. He shoved.

The very tip of it stretched her, and she shouted, a sharp-pained sound.

Teju: Aah! Roopak! Ple…please…

He stopped for a moment, then went on pushing again, just a little further inside. She yelled. It was not a cry of pleasure. It was the cry of something being torn. He didn’t quit. He held her hips with his hand, his fingers dug into her flesh, and then he went all the way.

He slammed the rest of his length into her. Her yell changed into a choked gasp. He started to have sex with her. There was no buildup, no rhythm to learn. It was a violent, punishing assault from the very first second. His hips started moving so fast it was hard to see them.

He was thrusting into her so hard her body was jumping forward with every hit. The noises she made were not words anymore.

Teju: It is so—

Roopak strokes

Teju: Big, please—

And another hard push into Teju

Teju: I will die —

Roopak showed no mercy; he was a monster.

Teju: “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Each one of the sounds was torn from her throat by the force of his penetration. He was going so far in that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her hands were slapping the water, trying to find something to hold, but there was nothing. He pulled one of her legs up, holding it with his hand.

He opened her even further. That sex angle gave him more allowance, and he went deeper. I can see that her eyes were rolling back.

Teju: Roopak, I wish I were married to you.

I had to see, I had to know, what it was that made her drive that crazy. I took a step, my foot hitting a dry twig. The snap sounded very much like a gunshot. Everything came to a halt.

Roopak’s hips stopped abruptly. He removed his dick from her slowly, and in the moonlight, it was still, but he was red and angry, his cock glistening. Teju fell headlong. But he didn’t let go of her, holding her up by her hair, her leg still high in the air.

Her small pussy, which used to be a nice pink, was now a raw red, swollen and slightly gaping from the work of the bull. They both turned their heads to me. Roopak’s face was filled with angry disbelief. Teju looked like a combination of broken and shocked beyond words.

The steam from the spring curled around us. Not a single word did he utter. He only stared, and I realised that I wasn’t a mere spectator anymore.

Roopak just smirked. “Look at this. The cuckold, watching his future wife getting properly fucked.”

Teju’s face was filled with shame, but I could see that her face slowly changed, stating What wrong did I do? She turned to me, her eyes cold, staring at me.

Me: What is this?

Teju: I did what I wanted, what every woman needs. This is your one chance, Rahul.

Her voice was as sharp as glass. “Prove to me you can fuck me. You can put your cock inside me and be my husband. Or stand there and watch me get fucked by a real man for the rest of our lives.”

Desperation, foolishness, anger and a surge of pride flooded me. I immediately got angry and dropped my pants. I stepped towards her and kissed her, my lips against hers. Slowly, my cock began to get hard, but as it was 4 inches, I can say they barely noticed it getting big.

But Roopak stood right next to me. His dick, semi-hard after his last fucking, was still thick and looked like a 6-inch monster. I tried to enter her. As the head of my cock pushed into her unbelievably warm, tight pussy, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through me. It was too much.

The warmth, the wetness, the very idea of finally being inside her. I couldn’t hold back. I spasmed and came instantly, my pathetic release dribbling into her. Teju pushed me away with a look of utter disgust. “See? That’s what you can do.” She turned away from me as if I were nothing and went back to Roopak.

The trek ended, and we went home. I was a broken man, fully expecting her to call off the marriage and run into Roopak’s arms. But when our parents came over to discuss the future, she sat them down and announced, “I will marry Rahul. I want you to set the date as early as possible.”

I was floored. Later, when we were alone, I asked her why. “Why, Teju? After everything?” She smiled, but it was a cold, terrifying thing. She pulled out her phone and showed me a video. It was me, from the hot spring, my pants down, cumming in seconds as I tried to enter her.

“For a safe future, you idiot,” she said, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “I get the stability, the family’s approval, the nice house. And I get to keep my little cuckold husband. But if you ever say a word about Roopak, or try to deny me anything. I will release this video. I’ll tell everyone you tried to force yourself on me and failed miserably. So, you’ll shut up, you’ll marry me, and you’ll watch. Because you have no other choice.”