This story even though fantasy. It has many honest 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 years. I have a good group of booster. We mountain bike, kayak and road trips.
I knew the Giants had an good afternoon game. I decided to block off by a sports bar and see the game. I had just sat down and ordain my drink. The bar was in use. I had grabbed the last stool. There was a great little play to end the inning. There was a nice throw to end the frame. The guy sitting on the stool next to me mouth up. Over the future frame we shared scuttlebutt back and forth, after introductions. I bought a daily 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 business and had lived in the region for some geezerhood. He is some variety of director of projects. He said he was not lots into the outdoors, like I was. marvelous muscular guy, must do well with the woman. When he spoke he was very calm and his voice was mono tone.
I felt relaxed from the crapulence. I enjoyed the game. We gave each early diddlyshit about the early's sports teams. The game had become one sided. People started clearing out. I went into the toilet facility to accept a piss. I was standing at the right urinal when Jon came in. He stood beside me. He reached over and take hold of my dick while I was pissing. My choler grew due to the shock.
I said,"excuse me."
Jon looked at me and didn't let go. Holy hell, this guy needs to find out himself and hold his hands to himself. I started to get super furious. I was about to recede it. I was so stunned and angry. I was planning my response. I had turned doing up my pants. Jon was standing in the door of the stall, grabbed and pulled me in. Jon sat on can while my crotch was at the level of his face. He pulled my pants down and shoved his mouth over my cock. He had wrapped his subdivision around my legs and ass. Pants around my knees, I had piddling ability to go. I am pushing against him to get him off my cock.
He was sucking and slurping so operose. I could not push him off me because the room access closed behind us. I felt his tongue lash up and down my cock. I was pushing away as hard as I could but he was unattackable than I was. My struggles were increasing the tensity I felt.
I started yelling at him while pushing against his articulatio humeri. He had his arm wrapped and locked around me. I was sure he was going to let go, do to all the commotion. His bridge player were around my upper branch. He shoved his fingers in my ass. This was such a surprise to me I gasped and was ineffective to speak. The tension had built up inside me. Once I got my module together I felt a huge deep itch inside. I blew a consignment deep in his backtalk. While I was shooting stream after stream of cum, I held the sides of the stall.
He removed his fingers from my hole and I pulled my pants up. I made a straight line to my seat at the bar. I slammed the rest of my drink while trying to grasp what just happened. I turn to see him sitting next to me.
I said,"What the shtup was that about ?"
From the end of the bar the barkeep asked if there was a problem. Jon looks at me and raises his supercilium 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 impulse speak 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 thing over and over. I wanted to impart and I found myself torn. I finally got the guts to pass on, paid my posting and walked. He was right behind me talking as if there was no job. 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 arduous on. He was proper I did and I was mad and wanted answers. He instructed me to force to the pike 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 Sir Thomas More and Thomas More upset at his actor's line. The tense position I was in must stimulate been the cause 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 pike for some fourth dimension 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 planetary house, but I was going to give him a ride. He then says we are going to the city. What the hell 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 tool. I gasped and grunted at the forwardness of this guy. Who the Inferno did he retrieve he was ? I am going to dangle him off on the side of the highway and he can determine his way domicile.
He then squeezed me and said that all my questions will be answered once we arrived. He again spoke in this foreign mono step calmness representative. Where were we going that could possible answer my enquiry ? He grabbed me twice and forcefully sucked my dick. I was determined to bed how this all happened. How could S.F. answer my questions ? How does it play into the video ? I wonder who this guy was and where did he add up from. I am now determined to follow this through.
We continued to drive into the city. He kept his handwriting on my hammer 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 speak out. He was still using this calm air mono chant voice.
We had just crossed the bridge deck and he told me to expire on Sir Rex Harrison. I pulled off and we went a few more stop and then parked. We got out walking down the street and approached a storefront. The construction was gray and had reflective crank windows. The stores figure was"Mr. Leather co ”. My nerves just exploded, while my breadbasket dropped. Jon grabbed the door and ordered me in. Although I wanted to run, I followed his orders. 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 guys in the memory board found a way to walk by and sizing me up as we looked over inventory. I say inventory because I was unsure what to ring the material we saw. We stood in front of selves 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 heart. He told me that they all could be used with the right cooking. I was so uncomfortable and stressed. I was scanning the shop. I kept locking center with these two leather donned guy.
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 secret corner to try it on. I did not desire to but he looked at me and forcefully told me do it. I found myself just undressing and putting it on. I could not end 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 stiff, mean and covered nil. I was sweating with my warmheartedness pounding as I turned around. He was looking at me. Three other guys also looked at me. He told me to become around a few times as he smiled. I was so humiliated and scared more than I ever had been in my animation. It was the third turn when he stopped me from behind and pushed me. I stumbled forward against the wall.
I had my custody on the paries, slightly bent 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 ascendancy of the post. I felt a sting on my ass check. He slapped my right brass. I quickly swung around.
I yelled,"Hey don't do that."
He stepped forward. He was only a few inches from my grimace. He looked into my heart.
He said,"round around."
I couldn't speak. My feet started to move 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 min more. I didn't move. I felt his hands on my impudence, which he was spreading apart. His hired man pushed me back into the forwards list. I felt his fingers from the early men softly slide up and down my go. Every metre he touched my pickle I clinched trying to keep him out.
I was afraid to what was succeeding. Then I heard a stochasticity behind me that sounded like an discharge straw. On the top of my ass I felt a lovesome 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 hollow. Then came his fingers slowly pushing in.
I have to tighten down squeeze hard. He can't penetrate me. He'll catch 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 ineffectual to halt it, and find powerless. I had to get control of the office. I took a few trench breather. It broke my concentration 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 maw. The feeling changed for me. I didn't find oneself it completely unpleasurable. I began to even move to his rhythm. He told me to turn around. I stood up and slowly turned around. By this meter there were four Thomas More guy cable watching the scurrilous onslaught performed on me.
He turned to the two very bombastic leather donned guys and asked if they could overturn and declare 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 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 back. I am laying back like a human lounge chair. He stood in front of me between my legs stroking his stopcock. He spit on it and walked into me. He pressed his cock against my kettle of fish. I squeezed as tight as I could. I was not letting him into me. He would push against me and then rub, and repetition it. His huge head started to realise its way in and I had to try to push 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 subdued yelping. I asked him"please."Being Scared I wanted him to stop.
He said,"Please what, and finish ?"
Then he asked if I wanted to screw 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 effort here and did he stroke my dick on the ride ? I replied yes again. Then did I walk in the storage, 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 cock in you now, don't you ?"
I blurted out yes. Because I had answered that to all other head. It was a slip of the glossa, right ? Then I found that my body was moving to his drive. My whimper had become more moans of joy. I was experiencing upsurge of whiz that were taking over my consistence. I had somehow grabbed the rooster of the guy 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 delay,"Yes"with a fast nod and grin.
I began to become vocal asking for more. He pointed out I had guy rope 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 hired man. The lovesome virtuoso and the cramp of his dick in my hired hand pushed me over the sharpness. I started to jerk violently. He asked if I loved riding his peter. 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 cock. I was quiet until he asked again then I answered.
He increased his footstep, thrusting harder. He spoke about how people who beg for it are"hussy ”. Some turn little junkie and start dreaming about being used and enjoy getting former to use them. Then tells me I am going to want it all the time. Furthermore I'm going to hail see him often so he can use me like a pet, and I have to promise him"Daddy ”. I had become his new kept slut and his commands I will follow. The guy on the rightfield come and sprays over my hand and some hits my stomach and position.
I yelled from joy,"Yes."
Jon tensed and started to grunt as his poke become almost violent. I felt painfulness from the thrusts inside my anal retentive caverns but wanted it to continue.
Then he ordered me,"proceeds my seed loose woman, I'm going to engender 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 almost hot feeling flow cryptic inside me. He was dumping his cum inside my hole. It was like waves at the sea, warm rush kept flowing again and again. His rooster cramp in me for a good two to three moment. Then he pulled out. We're connected as one for some time. His cum started to decant from my ill-treat yaw fix. 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 think by that."
I did not cogitate this experience was a rivalry, so did not understand gossip. 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 buck commutation to the victor. He was bet that he could not feel a straight guy. In one night round him into a gay loose woman. The guy had to ask for it. He needed to call himself a jade. It was his position of the bet that he had to find oneself someone.
In the end, I lost .