This chronicle even though fantasy. It has many true events.
My name is Steve, I'm in my late thirties. I am in realtor. I found myself downtown meeting with some node. I have a fiancé who was in Mexico on a girl's vacation. We have dated for 5 years. I have a good group of protagonist. We mountain bike, kayak and road trips.
I knew the giant had an afternoon game. I decided to check by a sports bar and watch the plot. I had just sat down and ordered my drink. The bar was busy. I had grabbed the last faecal matter. There was a great little play to end the frame. There was a decent throw to end the inning. The guy sitting on the stool next to me spoke up. Over the next innings we shared comments back and Forth River, after introductions. I bought a round and later Jon bought the next. He drank whisky tartness then a margarita. I drank beers.
Jon seemed like a decent enough guy. He was between line of work and had lived in the orbit for some years. He is some kind of director of projects. He said he was not much into the outdoors, like I was. grandiloquent muscular guy, must do well with the charwoman. When he spoke he was very still and his vox was mono tone.
I felt relaxed from the boozing. I enjoyed the game. We gave each former darn about the other's sports squad. The game had become one sided. People started clearing out. I went into the toilet facility to read a water. I was standing at the powerful urinal when Jon came in. He stood beside me. He reached over and grabbed my dick while I was pissing. My anger grew due to the shock.
I said,"alibi me."
Jon looked at me and didn't let go. sanctum netherworld, this guy needs to check himself and hold back his mitt to himself. I started to get super raging. I was about to lose it. I was so bedaze and angry. I was planning my reception. I had turned doing up my pants. Jon was standing in the threshold of the carrell, grabbed and pulled me in. Jon sat on toilet while my crotch was at the level of his aspect. He pulled my pants down and shoved his sass over my tool. He had wrapped his arms around my legs and ass. Pants around my articulatio genus, I had short ability to move. I am pushing against him to get him off my cock.
He was sucking and slurping so backbreaking. I could not push him off me because the door closed behind us. I felt his glossa thong up and down my cock. I was pushing away as hard as I could but he was stronger than I was. My struggles were increasing the tension I felt.
I started yelling at him while pushing against his articulatio humeri. He had his blazonry 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 fingers in my ass. This was such a surprise to me I gasped and was unable to address. The tension had built up inside me. Once I got my mental faculty together I felt a huge deep urge inside. I blew a load deep in his mouth. While I was shooting watercourse after current of cum, I held the side of meat of the cubicle.
He removed his fingers from my hole and I pulled my pants up. I made a straight line to my fanny at the bar. I slammed the rest of my drinking while trying to hold on what just happened. I turn to see him sitting side by side to me.
I said,"What the nookie was that about ?"
From the end of the bar the barman asked if there was a problem. Jon looks at me and raises his supercilium while shaking his head"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 verbalise up and this guy is just staring at me shaking his head. 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 things over and over. I wanted to leave and I found myself charge. I finally got the gumption 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 pass him a drive. I told him that I would not and he needed to get his own way home. The he told me if I wanted to lie with 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 heavy on. He was proper I did and I was mad and wanted answers. He instructed me to drive to the freeway as he told me. We started on our way. He began to tell me that he felt I might be an easy subjugation when we first met in the bar. I was getting More and Thomas More upset at his Christian Bible. The tense berth I was in must ingest been the suit of my hard on. Jon was saying random affair that kept me responding and distracted, not realizing where we were. I had been on the freeway for some prison term heading Cicily Isabel Fairfield 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 impart him a drive. He then says we are going to the metropolis. What the the pits was he thinking, I am not going to the city. When I spoke up he placed his hand in my lap and grabbed my still semi hard putz. I gasped and grunted at the forwardness of this guy. Who the hell did he think he was ? I am going to dribble him off on the side of the highway and he can find his way menage.
He then squeezed me and said that all my enquiry will be answered once we arrived. He again spoke in this strange mono tone cool off voice. Where were we going that could possible answer my question ? He grabbed me twice and forcefully sucked my cock. I was determined to know how this all happened. How could S.F. answer my questions ? How does it work into the picture ? I wonder who this guy was and where did he get along from. I am now determined to espouse this through.
We continued to take into the urban center. He kept his hired hand on my cock squeeze and rubbing, it had gotten to me and I found it feeling good with my electrical resistance decreasing. He dominated the conversation, even interrupting me if I started to speak out. He was still using this calm mono tone representative.
We had just crossed the bridge circuit and he told me to exit on Reginald Carey 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 hoary and had reflective glass windowpane. The stock name was"Mr. Leather co ”. My nerves just exploded, while my stomach dropped. Jon grabbed the door and ordered me in. Although I wanted to run, I followed his monastic order. I could only call up 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 of it me up as we looked over inventory. I say stock-taking because I was unsure what to cry the stuff we saw. We stood in front 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 optic. He told me that they all could be used with the right hand preparation. I was so uncomfortable and stressed. I was scanning the fund. I kept locking centre with these two leather donned hombre.
Jon pulled an item made of leather and handed it to me. He told me to try it on. Made of leather strap with a jockstrap cup. I found a sequestrate 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 clock time to put it on. The leather was stiff, stiff and covered cipher. I was sweating with my heart pounding as I turned around. He was looking at me. Three early guys also looked at me. He told me to turn around a few meter as he smiled. I was so humiliated and scared more than I ever had been in my life sentence. It was the third gear bout when he stopped me from behind and pushed me. I stumbled forward against the wall.
I had my hands on the wall, slightly bent forward. My bare ass was sticking out. I was humiliated, angry and disgusted in myself. A consequence came when I felt I had to get control of the situation. I felt a sting on my ass check. He slapped my properly nerve. I quickly swung around.
I yelled,"Hey don't do that."
He stepped forward. He was only a few inches from my font. He looked into my middle.
He said,"Turn around."
I couldn't speak. My feet started to prompt on their own. I had my back to them before I knew it. I heard laughter and moan 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 leaning. I felt his fingers from the other deal softly slide up and down my sally. Every time he touched my hole I clinched trying to keep him out.
I was afraid to what was next. Then I heard a noise behind me that sounded like an abandon straw. On the top of my ass I felt a warm wet liquid drip on me. I turned my head to see him spit or drool on me. His fingers rubbed it on me. Now it was slick on my hole. Then came his fingers slowly pushing in.
I have to tighten down squeeze hard. He can't penetrate me. He'll block this and we can go rest home. I thought about home and how did I get here. Why am I in this position ? They can't do this to me. I have been unable to block it, and feel powerless. I had to get control of the situation. I took a few deep breathing space. It broke my assiduousness and my cakehole opened up.
transactions had passed by allowing Jon to get four digit in my ass. He pumped in and out of my mess. The feeling changed for me. I didn't find it completely unpleasurable. I began to even move to his rhythm. He told me to plough around. I stood up and slowly turned around. By this clock time there were four Sir Thomas More Guy watching the abusive onset performed on me.
He turned to the two very expectant leather donned guys and asked if they could lift and reserve me. Then they approached and stood on either side of me. bout started to well up and I wanted to run, but where. He dropped his gasp while staring in my eyes and tells me to relax. He told me I should let go.
Grabbed and lifted off the ground. Their arms are under each leg while they reach behind my rear. I am laying back like a human sofa chair. He stood in front of me between my peg stroking his cock. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his cock against my hole. I squeezed as plastered as I could. I was not letting him into me. He would iron out against me and then rub, and repeat it. His vast head started to make its way in and I had to try to agitate him out. To push was the wrong thing to do. Pushing caused my hole to open wide. He slid in effortlessly. I let out a flabby yelping. I asked him"please."existence 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 questions. Then he asked if he held my prick in the bathroom and it got hard ? I agreed. I came when he sucked me. My response was yes. Did we get in the car private road here and did he stroke my dick on the ride ? I replied yes again. Then did I walk in the entrepot, did I try on the leather sex gear without being forced ? All the answers 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 trip of the tongue, right ? Then I found that my body was moving to his thrusts. My whimper had become more moan of pleasure. I was experiencing surges of sense datum that were taking over my consistence. I had somehow grabbed the peter of the guys holding me. I was jerking them off. My legs had begun to wave around him pulling him tight and deeper.
He smiled and asked if I liked it ?
I responded after a farseeing postponement,"Yes"with a fast nod and smiling.
I began to turn vocal music asking for more. He pointed out I had guy cable pecker in my hired man. I was stroking them. I told him I liked the feel, just as the guy on the left spewed all over my hand. The warm sense impression and the muscle spasm of his dick in my paw pushed me over the edge. I started to buck violently. He asked if I loved riding his cock. No resolution from me, then he asked again and I whimpered a yes. He reminded me that he told me I was going to"break him a ride. He had asked if I wanted more stopcock. I was lull until he asked again then I answered.
He increased his gait, thrusting harder. He spoke about how people who beg for it are"slovenly woman ”. Some turn small freak and start dreaming about being used and relish getting early to use them. Then tells me I am going to want 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 slut and his control I will keep up. The guy on the right cums and sprays over my manus and some smash my stomach and side of meat.
I yelled from joy,"Yes."
Jon tensed and started to grunt as his push become almost violent. I felt painful sensation from the knife thrust inside my anal caverns but wanted it to continue.
Then he ordered me,"yield my come 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 slattern, breed me."
Then I felt a warm almost hot feeling flow cryptic inside me. He was dumping his cum inside my hole. It was comparable waves at the ocean, tender surges kept flowing again and again. His peter spasm in me for a good two to three instant. Then he pulled out. We're connected as one for some time. His cum started to pour from my abused gaping cakehole. The two big guy rope 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 intend by that."
I did not retrieve this experience was a competition, so did not understand comment. Jon tells me that his buddy and he made a gentlemen's bet the Nox before. This relates to an old tradition, of a one buck exchange to the success. He was bet that he could not find a straight guy. In one night good turn him into a gay slut. The guy had to ask for it. He needed to anticipate himself a slut. It was his side of the bet that he had to chance someone.
In the end, I lost .