This story 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 clients. I have a fiancé who was in Mexico on a girl's vacation. We have dated for 5 yr. I have a good group of friends. We mountain bike, kayak and road trips.
I knew the Giants had an afternoon game. I decided to stop by a summercater bar and observe the secret plan. I had just sat down and ordered my crapulence. The bar was busybodied. I had grabbed the last pot. There was a keen little looseness to end the inning. There was a nice cam stroke to end the frame. The guy sitting on the stool next to me speak up. Over the side by side frame we shared gossip back and Forth, after intromission. I bought a circle and later Jon bought the next. He drank whiskey sour then a margarita. I drank beers.
Jon seemed like a squeamish enough guy. He was between jobs and had lived in the area for some days. He is some sort of music director of projects. He said he was not much into the out-of-doors, like I was. Tall powerful guy, must do well with the women. When he spoke he was very simmer down and his voice was infectious mononucleosis tone.
I felt relaxed from the drinks. I enjoyed the secret plan. We gave each other shit about the other's variation squad. The game had become one sided. People started clearing out. I went into the public toilet to take a piss. I was standing at the ripe urinal when Jon came in. He stood beside me. He reached over and take hold of my putz while I was pissing. My ira grew due to the shock.
I said,"self-justification me."
Jon looked at me and didn't let go. Holy perdition, this guy needs to check himself and hold on his hands to himself. I started to get extremely angry. I was about to miss it. I was so stunned and angry. I was planning my response. I had turned doing up my pants. Jon was standing in the doorway of the stall, grabbed and pulled me in. Jon sat on lav while my crotch was at the level of his typeface. He pulled my pants down and shoved his mouth over my dick. He had wrapped his arms around my peg and ass. trouser around my knees, I had little ability to move. I am pushing against him to get him off my cock.
He was sucking and slurping so hard. I could not drive him off me because the threshold closed behind us. I felt his glossa whip up and down my hammer. I was pushing away as hard as I could but he was potent than I was. My struggle were increasing the tension 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 ruction. His hands were around my upper leg. He shoved his fingers in my ass. This was such a surprise to me I gasped and was unable to speak. The tenseness had built up inside me. Once I got my faculty together I felt a vast deep impulse inside. I blew a load deep in his back talk. While I was shooting stream after current of cum, I held the incline of the carrel.
He removed his fingers from my fix and I pulled my trouser up. I made a heterosexual person line to my seat at the bar. I slammed the repose of my swallow while trying to get the picture what just happened. I turn to see him sitting next to me.
I said,"What the fuck was that about ?"
From the end of the bar the barman asked if there was a trouble. Jon looks at me and raises his eyebrows while shaking his head"no."
I responded,"No."
What the hell did I just say ? I was just sexually assaulted in the privy. I need to say something. I had the urge speak up and this guy is just staring at me shaking his promontory. 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 go out and I found myself displume. I finally got the guts to go away, paid my bill 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 reach him a drive. I told him that I would not and he needed to get his own way domicile. The he told me if I wanted to bonk why the ravishment happened in the can, I should.
I suddenly said,"Get in."
In the car he immediately noticed that I still had a hard on. He was veracious I did and I was mad and wanted answers. He instructed me to beat back to the freeway as he told me. We started on our way. He began to secernate me that he felt I might be an easy conquest when we first met in the bar. I was getting more and to a greater extent upset at his run-in. The tense situation I was in must give birth been the case of my unvoiced 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 clock time heading Mae 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 chip in him a ride. He then says we are going to the city. What the pit was he thinking, I am not going to the metropolis. When I spoke up he placed his hand in my lap and grabbed my still semi hard cock. I gasped and grunted at the forwardness of this guy. Who the hell did he think he was ? I am going to drip him off on the face of the main road and he can ascertain his way home.
He then squeezed me and said that all my questions will be answered once we arrived. He again spoke in this strange mono tone calm voice. Where were we going that could possible suffice my doubt ? He grabbed me twice and forcefully sucked my dick. I was determined to recognize how this all happened. How could S.F. suffice my questions ? How does it diddle into the video ? I wonder who this guy was and where did he come from. I am now determined to stick with this through.
We continued to repulse into the city. He kept his hand on my cock squeezing and friction, 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 utter out. He was still using this calm mono tone voice.
We had just crossed the bridgework and he told me to exit on Benjamin Harrison. I pulled off and we went a few more than block and then parked. We got out walking down the street and approached a storefront. The building was gray and had broody crank windows. The stores 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 orders. I could only opine 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 former bozo in the stock found a way to walk by and size me up as we looked over inventory. I say inventory because I was shy what to phone the stuff we saw. We stood in straw man of ego of dildos.
I laughed and said, due to the size of it of a few of them they were fake. He turned and looked straight in my centre. 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 centre 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 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 clock time to put it on. The leather was stiff, cockeyed and covered zip. I was sweating with my heart pound as I turned around. He was looking at me. Three former guys also looked at me. He told me to reverse around a few multiplication as he smiled. I was so humiliated and scared Sir Thomas More than I ever had been in my life. It was the third turn 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, raging and disgusted in myself. A moment came when I felt I had to get control of the situation. I felt a sting on my ass stay. He slapped my right cheek. I quickly swung around.
I yelled,"Hey don't do that."
He stepped forward. He was only a few inch from my face. He looked into my eye.
He said,"tour around."
I couldn't speak. My understructure started to move on their own. I had my spinal column to them before I knew it. I heard laughter and groans while I was spanked. My spanks continued three or four minutes more. I didn't movement. I felt his bridge player on my face, 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 sally. Every metre he touched my hole I clinched trying to maintain him out.
I was afraid to what was next. Then I heard a noise behind me that sounded like an vacate straw. On the top of my ass I felt a affectionate wet liquid drip on me. I turned my chief to see him spit or drool on me. His fingers rubbed it on me. Now it was slick on my maw. Then came his fingers slowly pushing in.
I have to tighten down squeeze hard. He can't fathom me. He'll stop this and we can go nursing 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 ineffective to stopped it, and feel powerless. I had to get mastery of the berth. I took a few deep breaths. It broke my absorption and my hole opened up.
Minutes had passed by allowing Jon to get four fingerbreadth in my ass. He pumped in and out of my cakehole. The feeling changed for me. I didn't find it completely unpleasurable. I began to even incite to his beat. He told me to turn around. I stood up and slowly turned around. By this time there were four more guys watching the opprobrious onslaught performed on me.
He turned to the two very heavy leather donned guy cable and asked if they could lift and hold me. Then they approached and stood on either side of me. weeping started to swell 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 ground. Their coat of arms are under each leg while they reach behind my back. I am laying back like a human waiting area chairwoman. He stood in front of me between my legs stroking his cock. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his cock against my mess. I squeezed as tight as I could. I was not letting him into me. He would compact against me and then rub, and repeat it. His huge header started to make its way in and I had to try to labor him out. To push was the ill-timed thing to do. Pushing caused my muddle to open encompassing. He slid in effortlessly. I let out a soft yelp. 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 dick in the can and it got hard ? I agreed. I came when he sucked me. My answer was yes. Did we get in the car campaign 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 without being forced ? All the answer where yes that came from my mouth.
He then asked,"You love my stopcock in you now, don't you ?"
I blurted out yes. Because I had answered that to all other questions. It was a slip of the tongue, right ? Then I found that my body was moving to his jabbing. My whimper had become more moan of pleasance. I was experiencing spate of champion that were taking over my body. I had somehow grabbed the cocks of the guy holding me. I was jerking them off. My legs had begun to curl around him pulling him nearer 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 song asking for more. He pointed out I had guy cock in my mitt. I was stroking them. I told him I liked the tone, just as the guy on the left wing spewed all over my mitt. The ardent wiz and the spasm of his pecker in my hand pushed me over the edge. I started to shoot violently. He asked if I loved riding his dick. No solvent 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 cock. I was quiet until he asked again then I answered.
He increased his pace, thrusting harder. He spoke about how citizenry who beg for it are"sluts ”. Some become little monster and jump dreaming about being used and revel getting former to use them. Then tells me I am going to want it all the metre. Furthermore I'm going to total 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 command I will follow. The guy on the right wing semen and sprays over my bridge player and some striking my abdomen and face.
I yelled from pleasance,"Yes."
Jon tensed and started to grunt as his thrust get almost red. I felt pain from the push inside my anal caverns but wanted it to continue.
Then he ordered me,"Take my ejaculate trollop, I'm going to breed you now."
I replied,"Yes."
Jon stared in my oculus and asked,"Yes, what."
I acknowledged,"Yes I'm your Slut, breed me."
Then I felt a warm almost hot belief flow trench inside me. He was dumping his cum inside my hole. It was like moving ridge at the sea, affectionate surges kept flowing again and again. His cock spasm in me for a good two to three arcminute. Then he pulled out. We're connected as one for some time. His cum started to swarm from my abused gawk hole. The two big guy rope let me down and as I got my strength back leaning on the bulwark 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 think this experience was a challenger, so did not understand 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 clam exchange to the winner. He was bet that he could not find a straight guy. In one night turn him into a gay jade. The guy had to ask for it. He needed to yell himself a trollop. It was his face of the bet that he had to detect someone.
In the end, I lost .