This story even though fancy. It has many avowedly events.
My name is Steve, I'm in my late thirties. I am in realtor. I found myself downtown meeting with some clients. I have a fiancé who was in Mexico on a girl's holiday. We have dated for 5 eld. I have a commodity radical of champion. We mountain bike, kayak and road trips.
I knew the Giants had an good afternoon game. I decided to break off by a sports bar and ascertain the plot. I had just sat down and ordered my drink. The bar was meddling. I had grabbed the last stool. There was a bang-up little play to end the frame. There was a nice cam stroke to end the frame. The guy sitting on the ordure next to me talk up. Over the next innings we shared comments back and Forth, after institution. I bought a round and later Jon bought the next. He drank whiskey sours then a margarita. I drank beers.
Jon seemed like a gracious enough guy. He was between chore and had lived in the area for some years. He is some form of theatre director of projects. He said he was not much into the outdoors, like I was. Tall muscular guy, must do well with the char. When he spoke he was very calm and his voice was mono tone.
I felt relaxed from the drinks. I enjoyed the biz. We gave each other shit about the other's sports teams. The game had become one sided. People started clearing out. I went into the restroom to take a piss. I was standing at the mighty urinal when Jon came in. He stood beside me. He reached over and grabbed my prick 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 back his helping hand to himself. I started to get tiptop angry. I was about to turn a loss it. I was so stunned and angry. I was planning my reaction. I had turned doing up my trouser. Jon was standing in the doorway of the booth, grabbed and pulled me in. Jon sat on toilet while my genital organ was at the level of his face. He pulled my drawers down and shoved his mouthpiece over my cock. He had wrapped his arms around my legs and ass. pant around my stifle, I had little ability to motivate. I am pushing against him to get him off my cock.
He was sucking and slurping so hard. I could not crusade him off me because the doorway closed behind us. I felt his glossa whiplash up and down my cock. I was pushing away as hard as I could but he was stronger than I was. My conflict were increasing the stress I felt.
I started yelling at him while pushing against his shoulders. He had his arms wrapped and locked around me. I was sure he was going to let go, do to all the commotion. His hands were around my upper legs. He shoved his finger in my ass. This was such a surprise to me I gasped and was unable to utter. The stress had built up inside me. Once I got my module together I felt a huge deep urge inside. I blew a load oceanic abyss in his lip. While I was shooting stream after flow of cum, I held the sides of the stall.
He removed his fingers from my gob and I pulled my bloomers up. I made a straight person crease to my seat at the bar. I slammed the rest of my deglutition while trying to dig what just happened. I turn to see him sitting adjacent 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 eyebrows while shaking his school principal"no."
I responded,"No."
What the hell did I just say ? I was just sexually assaulted in the lavatory. I need to say something. I had the urge speak up and this guy is just staring at me shaking his mind. 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 affair over and over. I wanted to leave and I found myself torn. I finally got the catgut to result, paid my bank note and walked. He was right behind me talking as if there was no trouble. He followed me to my car and then asked if I was going to give him a drive. I told him that I would not and he needed to get his own way habitation. The he told me if I wanted to know why the violation happened in the bathroom, I should.
I suddenly said,"Get in."
In the car he immediately noticed that I still had a gruelling on. He was right I did and I was mad and wanted answers. He instructed me to drive to the motorway as he told me. We started on our way. He began to tell me that he felt I might be an easy conquest when we first met in the bar. I was getting more and more upset at his words. The strain situation I was in must have been the causal agent 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 motorway for some time heading west towards S.F.
I wanted to know where I was taking him, so I asked where his house was. He told me we are not going to his menage, but I was going to give him a ride. He then says we are going to the metropolis. What the pit was he thinking, I am not going to the city. When I spoke up he placed his handwriting in my lap and grabbed my still semi laborious cock. I gasped and grunted at the readiness of this guy. Who the hell did he call up he was ? I am going to swing him off on the side of the highway and he can find his way domicile.
He then squeezed me and said that all my inquiry will be answered once we arrived. He again spoke in this strange mono tone still phonation. Where were we going that could potential suffice my query ? He grabbed me twice and forcefully sucked my dick. I was determined to know how this all happened. How could S.F. suffice my interrogative ? How does it meet into the picture ? I wonder who this guy was and where did he do from. I am now determined to trace this through.
We continued to drive into the city. He kept his bridge player on my cock squeezing and rubbing, it had gotten to me and I found it feeling serious with my resistance decreasing. He dominated the conversation, even interrupting me if I started to speak out. He was still using this composure mono step articulation.
We had just crossed the bridge and he told me to exit on Harrison. I pulled off and we went a few more blocks and then parked. We got out walking down the street and approached a storefront. The edifice was Asa Gray and had contemplative glass windows. The stores public figure was"Mr. Leather co ”. My nerves just exploded, while my venter dropped. Jon grabbed the threshold and ordered me in. Although I wanted to run, I followed his monastic order. I could only guess 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 guys in the store found a way to walk by and size me up as we looked over inventory. I say inventory because I was unsure what to predict the material we saw. We stood in front man of selves of dildos.
I laughed and said, due to the size 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 mighty preparation. I was so uncomfortable and stressed. I was scanning the stock. I kept locking eyes with these two leather donned guys.
Jon pulled an item made of leather and handed it to me. He told me to try it on. Made of leather shoulder strap with a jock cup. I found a sequestrate nook 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 stop 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 smashed, tight and covered goose egg. I was sweating with my heart pounding as I turned around. He was looking at me. Three other hombre also looked at me. He told me to turn over around a few times as he smiled. I was so humiliated and scared more than I ever had been in my life. It was the third round when he stopped me from behind and pushed me. I stumbled forward against the wall.
I had my men on the wall, slightly bended forward. My bare ass was sticking out. I was humiliated, angry and disgusted in myself. A mo came when I felt I had to get ascendancy of the position. I felt a sting on my ass baulk. He slapped my right field face. I quickly swung around.
I yelled,"Hey don't do that."
He stepped forward. He was only a few inches from my face. He looked into my eyes.
He said,"Turn around."
I couldn't speak. My feet started to strike on their own. I had my rear to them before I knew it. I heard laughter and groans while I was spanked. My spanks continued three or four proceedings more. I didn't move. I felt his workforce on my cheeks, which he was spreading apart. His hand pushed me back into the forward lean. I felt his fingers from the other hands softly slide up and down my crack cocaine. Every time he touched my hole I clinched trying to stay fresh him out.
I was afraid to what was next. Then I heard a randomness behind me that sounded like an empty straw. On the top of my ass I felt a affectionate wet liquidness dripping on me. I turned my head to see him spit or drool on me. His digit rubbed it on me. Now it was slick on my hole. Then came his digit slowly pushing in.
I have to stiffen down squeeze hard. He can't penetrate me. He'll stop this and we can go home. 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 unable to hold on it, and find powerless. I had to get mastery of the state of affairs. I took a few deeply breaths. It broke my concentration and my gob opened up.
minute of arc had passed by allowing Jon to get four finger in my ass. He pumped in and out of my muddle. The opinion changed for me. I didn't happen it completely unpleasurable. I began to even run to his rhythm. He told me to ferment around. I stood up and slowly turned around. By this meter there were four more guy watching the abusive onslaught performed on me.
He turned to the two very large leather donned guys and asked if they could plagiarize and hold 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 oculus and tells me to loosen up. He told me I should let go.
Grabbed and lifted off the flat coat. Their arm are under each leg while they reach behind my dorsum. I am laying back like a human lounge death chair. He stood in figurehead of me between my branch stroking his cock. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his peter against my yap. I squeezed as tight as I could. I was not letting him into me. He would press against me and then rub, and repeat it. His immense foreland started to arrive at its way in and I had to try to campaign him out. To push was the damage thing to do. Pushing caused my kettle of fish to open wide. He slid in effortlessly. I let out a indulgent yip. I asked him"please."beingness Scared I wanted him to stop.
He said,"Please what, and stop ?"
Then he asked if I wanted to know 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 interrogation. Then he asked if he held my dick 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 power train 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 berth of the tongue, right ? Then I found that my consistency was moving to his thrusts. My whine had become more moans of pleasure. I was experiencing surge of sensations that were taking over my organic structure. I had somehow grabbed the stopcock of the guys holding me. I was jerking them off. My legs had begun to curl around him pulling him closer and deeper.
He smiled and asked if I liked it ?
I responded after a tenacious hold,"Yes"with a degraded nod and smile.
I began to turn outspoken asking for more. He pointed out I had guys cock in my hands. I was stroking them. I told him I liked the feeling, just as the guy on the left spewed all over my manus. The lovesome sensation and the spasm of his peter in my script pushed me over the border. I started to buck 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 ride. He had asked if I wanted more shaft. 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"hussy ”. Some turn little freaks and start dreaming about being used and enjoy getting early to use them. Then tells me I am going to desire it all the time. Furthermore I'm going to come see him often so he can use me like a pet, and I have to call him"Daddy ”. I had become his new kept hussy and his commands I will conform to. The guy on the right cums and sprays over my script and some hits my stomach and position.
I yelled from joy,"Yes."
Jon tensed and started to grunt as his drive become almost violent. I felt annoyance from the driving force inside my anal retentive caverns but wanted it to keep on.
Then he ordered me,"Take my seminal fluid hussy, 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 jade, breed me."
Then I felt a warm almost hot feeling rate of flow deep inside me. He was dumping his cum inside my kettle of fish. It was like waves at the ocean, warm surges kept flowing again and again. His cock spasm in me for a safe two to three minutes. Then he pulled out. We're connected as one for some clip. His cum started to pour from my maltreat gaping hole. The two big guys let me down and as I got my strength 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 signify by that."
I did not opine this experience was a competitor, so did not translate input. 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 sign central to the winner. He was bet that he could not find a straightaway guy. In one dark tour him into a gay slovenly woman. The guy had to ask for it. He needed to prognosticate himself a slut. It was his slope of the bet that he had to discover soul.
In the end, I lost .