This story even though fantasy. It has many genuine events.
My figure is Steve, I'm in my former thirties. I am in realtor. I found myself downtown meeting with some customer. I have a fiancé who was in Mexico on a fille's vacation. We have dated for 5 year. I have a good grouping of friends. We mountain bike, kayak and route trips.
I knew the titan had an afternoon game. I decided to arrest by a mutant bar and watch the game. I had just sat down and ordered my drink. The bar was officious. I had grabbed the last stool. There was a great little play to end the inning. There was a skillful throw to end the frame. The guy sitting on the feces next to me spoke up. Over the next frame we shared comments back and Forth, after instauration. I bought a rung and later Jon bought the next. He drank whiskey sours then a margarita. I drank beers.
Jon seemed like a nice enough guy. He was between occupation and had lived in the area for some geezerhood. He is some sort of director of projects. He said he was not much into the out-of-doors, like I was. marvellous muscular guy, must do well with the char. When he spoke he was very calm and his representative was kissing disease tone.
I felt relaxed from the beverage. I enjoyed the biz. We gave each early shit about the other's sport squad. The plot had become one sided. People started clearing out. I went into the restroom to need a piss. I was standing at the right hand urinal when Jon came in. He stood beside me. He reached over and snaffle my cock while I was pissing. My choler grew due to the shock.
I said,"alibi me."
Jon looked at me and didn't let go. Holy hell, this guy needs to agree himself and sustain his hands to himself. I started to get passing raging. I was about to suffer it. I was so stunned and angry. I was planning my reaction. I had turned doing up my pant. Jon was standing in the doorway of the stall, grabbed and pulled me in. Jon sat on john while my crotch was at the grade of his face. He pulled my pant down and shoved his sassing over my dick. He had wrapped his limb around my leg and ass. Pants around my knee, I had little ability to locomote. I am pushing against him to get him off my cock.
He was sucking and slurping so severely. I could not push him off me because the door closed behind us. I felt his spit lash up and down my cock. I was pushing away as punishing as I could but he was warm than I was. My struggles were increasing the tension I felt.
I started yelling at him while pushing against his shoulders. He had his weaponry wrapped and locked around me. I was sure he was going to let go, do to all the hurly burly. His hands 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 utter. The latent hostility had built up inside me. Once I got my faculties together I felt a huge deep impulse inside. I blew a load trench in his rima oris. While I was shooting stream after stream of cum, I held the sides of the stall.
He removed his fingers from my fix and I pulled my pants up. I made a unbowed line to my butt at the bar. I slammed the relaxation of my boozing while trying to get the picture 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 problem. Jon looks at me and raises his eyebrow while shaking his brain"no."
I responded,"No."
What the hell did I just say ? I was just sexually assaulted in the bathroom. I need to say something. I had the urge speak up and this guy is just staring at me shaking his head word. 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 matter over and over. I wanted to leave and I found myself displume. I finally got the catgut to leave, 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 grant him a ride. I told him that I would not and he needed to get his own way plate. The he told me if I wanted to cognise why the assault happened in the lav, I should.
I suddenly said,"Get in."
In the car he immediately noticed that I still had a operose on. He was right field I did and I was mad and wanted answers. He instructed me to drive to the pike as he told me. We started on our way. He began to separate 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 tense situation I was in must own been the cause of my difficult on. Jon was saying random things that kept me responding and distracted, not realizing where we were. I had been on the superhighway for some clock 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 house, but I was going to establish him a ride. He then says we are going to the metropolis. What the blaze was he thinking, I am not going to the city. When I spoke up he placed his paw in my lap and grabbed my still semi hard turncock. I gasped and grunted at the bumptiousness of this guy. Who the hell did he think he was ? I am going to drop him off on the side of meat of the highway and he can find his way home.
He then squeezed me and said that all my interrogative will be answered once we arrived. He again spoke in this unknown mono timbre calm voice. Where were we going that could potential answer my questions ? He grabbed me twice and forcefully sucked my hawkshaw. I was determined to know how this all happened. How could S.F. answer my questions ? How does it diddle into the pic ? I wonder who this guy was and where did he come from. I am now determined to succeed this through.
We continued to drive into the city. He kept his hand on my cock squeezing and rubbing, it had gotten to me and I found it feeling good with my resistance decreasing. He dominated the conversation, even interrupting me if I started to mouth out. He was still using this composure mono tone voice.
We had just crossed the bridge and he told me to pop off on Reginald Carey 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 gray and had broody glass windows. The stock public figure was"Mr. Leather co ”. My nerves just exploded, while my stomach dropped. Jon grabbed the room access and ordered me in. Although I wanted to run, I followed his orders. I could only intend 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 guy wire 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 yell the stuff we saw. We stood in front of ego 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 middle. He told me that they all could be used with the right preparation. I was so uncomfortable and stressed. I was scanning the store. I kept locking center 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 shoulder strap with a jockstrap cup. I found a secluded corner 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 slopped, 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 work around a few times as he smiled. I was so humiliated and scared more than I ever had been in my life sentence. It was the third crook when he stopped me from behind and pushed me. I stumbled forward against the wall.
I had my script on the wall, slightly bow 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 ascendency of the spot. I felt a bunko on my ass check. He slapped my aright cheek. 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 middle.
He said,"Turn around."
I couldn't speak. My animal foot started to move on their own. I had my rear to them before I knew it. I heard laugh and groans while I was spanked. My spanks continued three or four minutes more. I didn't motion. I felt his hired man on my boldness, which he was spreading apart. His hand pushed me back into the forward inclination. I felt his finger from the other custody softly slide up and down my cleft. Every time he touched my hole I clinched trying to continue him out.
I was afraid to what was next. Then I heard a interference behind me that sounded like an evacuate shuck. On the top of my ass I felt a tender wet liquid drip mold on me. I turned my straits to see him spit or drool on me. His finger's breadth rubbed it on me. Now it was slick on my trap. Then came his fingers slowly pushing in.
I have to tighten down squeeze hard. He can't penetrate me. He'll stop this and we can go home. I thought about domicile and how did I get here. Why am I in this situation ? They can't do this to me. I have been ineffectual to cease it, and feel powerless. I had to get dominance of the situation. I took a few deeply breaths. It broke my density and my hole opened up.
Minutes had passed by allowing Jon to get four finger's breadth in my ass. He pumped in and out of my hole. The spirit changed for me. I didn't ascertain it completely unpleasurable. I began to even make a motion to his rhythm. He told me to sour around. I stood up and slowly turned around. By this time there were four more guys watching the scurrilous attack performed on me.
He turned to the two very orotund leather donned guys and asked if they could lift and hold me. Then they approached and stood on either incline of me. Tears started to well up and I wanted to run, but where. He dropped his drawers while staring in my heart and William Tell me to slack up. He told me I should let go.
Grabbed and lifted off the ground. Their arms are under each leg while they reach behind my back. I am laying back like a human lounge chairwoman. He stood in front man of me between my legs stroking his tool. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his prick against my pickle. I squeezed as pie-eyed as I could. I was not letting him into me. He would compress against me and then rub, and repeat it. His huge head started to make its way in and I had to try to push him out. To push was the improper thing to do. Pushing caused my hole to give wide. He slid in effortlessly. I let out a soft 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 fuck 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 driving here and did he stroke my dick on the drive ? I replied yes again. Then did I walk in the fund, did I try on the leather sex cogwheel without being forced ? All the result 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 early head. It was a slip of the tongue, right ? Then I found that my torso was moving to his thrusts. My whimper had become more moans of pleasance. I was experiencing upsurge of esthesis that were taking over my organic structure. I had somehow grabbed the cocks of the bozo 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 long delay,"Yes"with a profligate nod and smile.
I began to become vocal asking for more. He pointed out I had guys cock in my hands. I was stroking them. I told him I liked the feel, just as the guy on the left wing spewed all over my paw. The warmly sensation and the muscle spasm of his putz in my 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"gift him a ride. He had asked if I wanted more tool. I was quiesce until he asked again then I answered.
He increased his pace, thrusting harder. He spoke about how masses who beg for it are"sluts ”. Some become footling freaks and start dreaming about being used and delight getting early to use them. Then tells me I am going to want it all the time. Furthermore I'm going to issue forth see him often so he can use me like a pet, and I have to call him"papa ”. I had become his new kept slut and his dictation I will follow. The guy on the right seminal fluid and sprays over my handwriting and some hits my stomach and side of meat.
I yelled from pleasance,"Yes."
Jon tensed and started to grunt as his thrust become almost violent. I felt pain from the thrusting inside my anal retentive caverns but wanted it to continue.
Then he ordered me,"payoff my seed adulteress, 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 ardent almost hot feeling flow late inside me. He was dumping his cum inside my yap. It was like waves at the ocean, warm billow kept flowing again and again. His peter spasm in me for a ripe two to three minute. Then he pulled out. We're connected as one for some time. His cum started to pour from my ill-use gaping gob. The two big guy rope let me down and as I got my strength back leaning on the paries 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 mean by that."
I did not conceive this experience was a rivalry, so did not infer scuttlebutt. Jon tells me that his buddy and he made a gentlemen's bet the night before. This relates to an old custom, of a one dollar central to the winner. He was bet that he could not find a flat guy. In one night twist him into a gay slut. The guy had to ask for it. He needed to foretell himself a hussy. It was his side of the bet that he had to regain person.
In the end, I lost .