This story even though illusion. It has many rightful events.
My name is Steve, I'm in my previous thirties. I am in realtor. I found myself downtown meeting with some client. I have a fiancé who was in Mexico on a girl's vacation. We have dated for 5 years. I have a honest grouping of booster. We mountain bike, kayak and route trips.
I knew the whale had an good afternoon biz. I decided to lay off by a sports bar and watch the plot. I had just sat down and ordered my swallow. The bar was busy. I had grabbed the last stool. There was a great little play to end the inning. There was a overnice cam stroke to end the frame. The guy sitting on the stool next to me verbalize up. Over the side by side frame we shared scuttlebutt back and forth, after intromission. I bought a round and later Jon bought the next. He drank whisky acidity then a margarita. I drank beers.
Jon seemed like a nice enough guy. He was between jobs and had lived in the area for some years. He is some sort of director of projection. He said he was not a lot into the outdoors, like I was. Tall brawny guy, must do well with the women. When he spoke he was very calm and his representative was infectious mononucleosis tone.
I felt relaxed from the drinks. I enjoyed the game. We gave each early diddley about the early's mutant squad. The game had become one sided. People started clearing out. I went into the restroom to take a pee. I was standing at the in good order urinal when Jon came in. He stood beside me. He reached over and grabbed my gumshoe while I was pissing. My anger grew due to the shock.
I said,"Excuse me."
Jon looked at me and didn't let go. Holy hell, this guy needs to check himself and keep open his mitt to himself. I started to get extremely angry. I was about to turn a loss it. I was so stunned and angry. I was planning my response. I had turned doing up my gasp. Jon was standing in the threshold of the sales booth, grabbed and pulled me in. Jon sat on throne while my crotch was at the level of his face. He pulled my drawers down and shoved his mouth over my cock. He had wrapped his coat of arms around my peg and ass. gasp around my human knee, I had minuscule ability to actuate. I am pushing against him to get him off my cock.
He was sucking and slurping so surd. I could not push him off me because the door closed behind us. I felt his tongue lash up and down my pecker. I was pushing away as hard as I could but he was stronger than I was. My struggle were increasing the latent hostility I felt.
I started yelling at him while pushing against his berm. He had his arms wrapped and locked around me. I was sure he was going to let go, do to all the commotion. His work force were around my upper legs. He shoved his fingers in my ass. This was such a surprise to me I gasped and was unable to speak. The tension had built up inside me. Once I got my faculties together I felt a huge deep urge inside. I blew a load deep in his mouthpiece. While I was shooting stream after stream of cum, I held the sides of the carrel.
He removed his fingers from my golf hole and I pulled my knickers up. I made a straight line to my seat at the bar. I slammed the relief of my drinkable while trying to grasp what just happened. I turn to see him sitting future to me.
I said,"What the fuck was that about ?"
From the end of the bar the bartender asked if there was a trouble. Jon looks at me and raises his brow while shaking his headspring"no."
I responded,"No."
What the Scheol did I just say ? I was just sexually assaulted in the bathroom. I need to say something. I had the urge utter up and this guy is just staring at me shaking his oral sex. I did not say anything. I sat there listening to him act as if it never happened and he never referred to it. My hard on still persisted in my pants.
I was still sitting there talking with him and didn't get up. He still spoke softly and repeated thing over and over. I wanted to provide and I found myself torn. I finally got the guts to give, paid my bill and walked. He was right behind me talking as if there was no problem. He followed me to my car and then asked if I was going to give him a ride. I told him that I would not and he needed to get his own way home. The he told me if I wanted to know why the assault happened in the privy, I should.
I suddenly said,"Get in."
In the car he immediately noticed that I still had a punishing on. He was rightfield I did and I was mad and wanted answer. He instructed me to repulse to the throughway as he told me. We started on our way. He began to tell me that he felt I might be an easy seduction when we first met in the bar. I was getting more and to a greater extent upset at his words. The tense situation I was in must receive been the reason of my hard on. Jon was saying random things that kept me responding and distracted, not realizing where we were. I had been on the freeway for some time heading west towards S.F.
I wanted to cognize where I was taking him, so I asked where his planetary house was. He told me we are not going to his house, but I was going to commit him a ride. He then says we are going to the city. What the hell was he thinking, I am not going to the metropolis. When I spoke up he placed his hired man in my lap and grabbed my still semi hard cock. I gasped and grunted at the forwardness of this guy. Who the blaze did he think he was ? I am going to drop him off on the side of the highway and he can find his way home.
He then squeezed me and said that all my questions will be answered once we arrived. He again spoke in this foreign mono whole step calm voice. Where were we going that could possible answer my interrogative ? He grabbed me twice and forcefully sucked my dick. I was determined to know how this all happened. How could S.F. resolve my query ? How does it play into the picture ? I wonder who this guy was and where did he come from. I am now determined to abide by this through.
We continued to drive into the metropolis. He kept his hand on my cock squeeze and rubbing, it had gotten to me and I found it feeling good with my ohmic resistance decreasing. He dominated the conversation, even interrupting me if I started to verbalise out. He was still using this calmness mono tone vocalisation.
We had just crossed the bridge and he told me to give-up the ghost on Harrison. I pulled off and we went a few to a greater extent cube and then parked. We got out walking down the street and approached a storefront. The construction was grayness and had ruminative spyglass windowpane. The stores gens was"Mr. Leather co ”. My nerves just exploded, while my tum dropped. Jon grabbed the room access and ordered me in. Although I wanted to run, I followed his ordering. I could only think of how I wanted to get the hell out of there. I just stayed and kept doing as he told me.
Inside we got greeted. There was four men shopping. They stared and I felt so uncomfortable. The other hombre in the shop found a way to walk by and size me up as we looked over stocktaking. I say inventory because I was timid what to squall the poppycock we saw. We stood in front of selves of dildos.
I laughed and said, due to the sizing of a few of them they were fake. He turned and looked straight in my eyes. He told me that they all could be used with the in good order provision. I was so uncomfortable and stressed. I was scanning the store. I kept locking eyes with these two leather donned guy wire.
Jon pulled an item made of leather and handed it to me. He told me to try it on. Made of leather straps with a jock cup. I found a secluded recession to try it on. I did not want to but he looked at me and forcefully told me do it. I found myself just undressing and putting it on. I could not blockade doing what he ordered me to do. Is this what being hypnotized was like ?
It took me some time to put it on. The leather was besotted, tight and covered nothing. I was sweating with my heart pounding as I turned around. He was looking at me. Three other guys also looked at me. He told me to ferment around a few times as he smiled. I was so embarrassed and scared more than I ever had been in my life. It was the third number when he stopped me from behind and pushed me. I stumbled forward against the wall.
I had my hands on the wall, slightly bent-grass forward. My bare ass was sticking out. I was humiliated, tempestuous and disgusted in myself. A moment came when I felt I had to get control of the situation. I felt a confidence game on my ass impediment. He slapped my right face. I quickly swung around.
I yelled,"Hey don't do that."
He stepped forward. He was only a few in from my face. He looked into my eyes.
He said,"bout around."
I couldn't speak. My feet started to move on their own. I had my cover to them before I knew it. I heard laughter and groan while I was spanked. My spanks continued three or four minutes more. I didn't move. I felt his hands on my cheeks, which he was spreading apart. His hand pushed me back into the forward lean. I felt his finger from the other hands softly slide up and down my crack. Every fourth dimension he touched my pickle I clinched trying to keep back him out.
I was afraid to what was next. Then I heard a noise behind me that sounded like an empty straw. On the top of my ass I felt a tender wet liquid drip on me. I turned my headspring to see him pitter-patter or slaver on me. His fingers rubbed it on me. Now it was slick on my hole. Then came his finger slowly pushing in.
I have to tighten down squeeze hard. He can't come home me. He'll stop this and we can go household. I thought about home and how did I get here. Why am I in this situation ? They can't do this to me. I have been ineffectual to turn back it, and find powerless. I had to get control of the situation. I took a few deep breathing spell. It broke my denseness and my pickle opened up.
Minutes had passed by allowing Jon to get four digit in my ass. He pumped in and out of my trap. The flavour changed for me. I didn't find it completely unpleasurable. I began to even go to his musical rhythm. He told me to ferment around. I stood up and slowly turned around. By this fourth dimension there were four more bozo watching the abusive onslaught performed on me.
He turned to the two very great leather donned guy and asked if they could rescind and sustain me. Then they approached and stood on either side of me. Tears started to well up and I wanted to run, but where. He dropped his pants while staring in my eyes and Tell me to relax. He told me I should let go.
Grabbed and lifted off the flat coat. Their blazon are under each leg while they reach behind my back. I am laying back like a human being lounge chair. He stood in front of me between my stage stroking his turncock. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his prick against my hole. I squeezed as tight as I could. I was not letting him into me. He would fight against me and then rub, and repetition it. His huge head started to lay down its way in and I had to try to bear on him out. To push was the incorrectly thing to do. Pushing caused my hollow to open across-the-board. He slid in effortlessly. I let out a diffused yelp. I asked him"please."Being Scared I wanted him to stop.
He said,"Please what, and stop ?"
Then he asked if I wanted to eff the answers.
"Yes ”, I said.
He asked me if I entered the bar. Did I sit next to him ? Did I strike up a conversation ? I answered yes to the questions. Then he asked if he held my cock in the bathroom and it got hard ? I agreed. I came when he sucked me. My answer was yes. Did we get in the car drive here and did he stroke my dick on the ride ? I replied yes again. Then did I walk in the store, did I try on the leather sex gear wheel without being forced ? All the resolution where yes that came from my mouth.
He then asked,"You love my cock in you now, don't you ?"
I blurted out yes. Because I had answered that to all other questions. It was a gaffe of the tongue, right ? Then I found that my body was moving to his poke. My whine had become more moans of pleasure. I was experiencing surges of sensations that were taking over my body. I had somehow grabbed the cocks of the guys holding me. I was jerking them off. My pegleg had begun to curl around him pulling him confining and deeper.
He smiled and asked if I liked it ?
I responded after a long delay,"Yes"with a fast nod and smile.
I began to go vocal asking for more. He pointed out I had guys cock in my work force. I was stroking them. I told him I liked the smell, just as the guy on the left field spewed all over my hand. The warm sensation and the spasm of his cock in my helping hand pushed me over the border. I started to charge violently. He asked if I loved riding his dick. No answer from me, then he asked again and I whimpered a yes. He reminded me that he told me I was going to"give him a drive. He had asked if I wanted more cock. I was quiet until he asked again then I answered.
He increased his pace, thrusting harder. He spoke about how people who beg for it are"slattern ”. Some go little freaks and start dreaming about being used and relish getting other to use them. Then tells me I am going to want it all the sentence. Furthermore I'm going to come see him often so he can use me like a pet, and I have to hollo him"dad ”. I had become his new kept slut and his commands I will follow. The guy on the right hand seminal fluid and atomiser over my hand and some hits my belly and sides.
I yelled from pleasure,"Yes."
Jon tensed and started to grunt as his poking turn almost violent. I felt pain from the poke inside my anal caverns but wanted it to keep on.
Then he ordered me,"Take my cum slut, I'm going to breed you now."
I replied,"Yes."
Jon stared in my eyes and asked,"Yes, what."
I acknowledged,"Yes I'm your Slut, breed me."
Then I felt a warm up almost hot feeling flow deep inside me. He was dumping his cum inside my mess. It was like wafture at the ocean, warm billow kept flowing again and again. His cock cramp in me for a good two to three minutes. Then he pulled out. We're connected as one for some time. His cum started to pour from my abused gaping gob. The two big guys let me down and as I got my potency back leaning on the wall they were feeling, grabbing, rubbing and probing me.
I was gathering myself and getting cleaned up when I heard him say,"I won."
I asked,"What do you entail by that."
I did not think this experience was a rival, so did not empathize comment. Jon tells me that his buddy and he made a gentlemen's bet the night before. This relates to an old tradition, of a one dollar substitution to the winner. He was bet that he could not rule a straight guy. In one Nox turn him into a gay slut. The guy had to ask for it. He needed to call himself a slut. It was his slope of the bet that he had to find someone.
In the end, I lost .