Fuck!

Alan

When I was young we had a close friend of the family named Alan. Everyone used to call him uncle Al, although we weren’t actually related. 

My dad and Alan were particularly close. They are around the same age, and I had always assumed that their friendship went way back, and that they knew each other from highschool or college or something like that. When I asked my dad about it one day, he let out a laugh and remarked that that would probably have been a better story… as it turned out they just met at the gym one day and sort of hit it off. 

What exactly had triggered their decades long friendship I never really found out, but something about the two of them together just clicked. I remember as a kid, that it was always a ton of fun, when the two of them were in the same room. At family gatherings or at birthday parties, they were always the center of attention.

Alan didn’t seem to have much family of his own, and as a kid, I had sometimes wondered why Alan wasn’t married, or had never once brought along a girlfriend when he visited.

He was an “eternal bachelor” my mom used to joke. She too was very fond of Alan and would laugh as he would flirt with her insatiably, even in front of dad - exclaiming that he would steal her away. I don’t think my mom ever saw as anything more than Alan joking around, but people used to say that he was quite the catch.

Even as a kid I sensed that Alan was very well off, although he wasn’t the type of guy who flaunted it excessively… I later found out that he had come from some money, and had used it to build a very successful company - selling real estate or something in that order. 

Even though he didn’t like to show off his wealth, Alan was a pretty generous guy. He liked to spend money on the people around him - “just to add a bit more fun to life” as he would put it. At one point I even think he helped my mom and dad out financially, back when my dad was between jobs - or at least I think so.

All in all, Alan was an inseparable part of my family, and having uncle Al around became a natural part of my life when I was growing up. We were pretty close and I used to stay at his place for at least a week or so every summer. But like most things that eventually changed.

When I was around 14 years old Alan moved away, and he and my family lost touch for a couple of years. It wasn’t until some years later, after I had just turned 18, and around the same time I was applying for college, that Alan came back into my life.

Alan had moved back in town and had called up my dad, saying it was well about time they had a catch-up over a few beers.

I was kind of happy to see that Alan hadn’t changed much in the four years or so since I last saw him… He on the other hand could hardly recognize me. 

“Oh wow. look at you kiddo! All grown up…”

I remember quite clearly the look on his face when he saw me again for the first time. I had never seen him look at me like that before.

“What a handsome lad you've become… The girls must be all over you, huh?” 

He winked at me, and I remember blushing all over as he said it.

My mom teased me and my dad bumped me on the shoulder. I myself however, could sense something had changed between him and me…

Alan was suddenly back in our lives, and on the surface everything seemed to go back to the way it had been. Him and my dad joked around, and my mom was laughing at Alan's jokes again. But it didn’t feel the same to me. 

Each time he and I were together I could feel his eyes on me, staring at me from across the room. At first I wasn't sure what to make of it, and if I'm being honest it made me a little uncomfortable… But little by little, I grew to like the attention he was giving me.

It was around this time that I had realized I was attracted to men. More and more often I fantasized about guys when I masturbated. I definitely had a type, and it was clear to me that it was men with a mature look and feel about them that caught my interest. 

On top of that I would most often picture guys I had seen around often, or knew to some extent… a regular at my gym, a teacher, or as it turned out, Alan. There was something special about him, something about the way he behaved when I was with him… I felt it stir something deep inside me. Something hidden. The fact that I had known him my whole life and that he was my dad's close friend made it feel all the more dirty and forbidden. Needless to say, Alan was a staple part of my teenage fantasies…

Nothing really happened for a while. And although I felt there was some unresolved tension or slight awkwardness between me and Alan, everything was fine.

But one night that all changed.

It was late on a Saturday and I had been out with some friends. We had originally just gone to watch a movie, but when one of my friends got a text about a party nearby, we ended up going.

I had always struggled a bit at parties, often feeling like the odd one out. To compensate, that evening, I ended up getting really drunk. My friends had all left or hooked up, and I had to get home. I didn't wanna call my dad, afraid that I would get in trouble, so instead I decided to call Alan. He came by half an hour later and picked me up outside the party. 

Alan seemed to take my drunkenness with a smile. But since it was pretty obvious that I had had a lot to drink, Alan suggested that we swing by his house so I could sober up before going home. I agreed that might be a good idea.

Alan lived alone in a big house in a quiet part of town around 20 minutes drive from my parents house. The house had a long driveway, and was surrounded by trees and tall hedges on three sides. All in all the place had a feel of secluded privacy about it.

We stopped in the driveway and Alan helped me out of the car. As we walked to the door he held me close to him, no doubt his strong arms kept me from falling, but it also gave his hands a chance to feel me up a little. 

Once inside Alan led me into the kitchen. He then took two beers from the fridge, popped open both of them, and offered me one. At first I refused, arguing that I had probably had enough, but Alan convinced me it was a good idea - That just a little more kept the liver busy burning off the alcohol, so I'd sober up faster. It seemed very logical at the time.

Alan told me he had to call my mom and dad to let them know where I was, and asked me to wait in the living room. I begged him not to tell them I had gotten drunk, and he agreed that he would leave that bit out.

The living room (one of two) was very spacious and faced the backyard. The room was dimly lit, in a romantic sort of way. The furniture looked expensive and there were several pieces of art hanging on the walls. I thought to myself that he had pretty good taste. The couch was rather large and looked very comfortable too. In fact the whole seating area took up most of the center of the living room.  

After 10 or 15 minutes Alan joined me, saying he had cleared it with my parents. After he had put on some music, he joined me, sitting down just next to me on the couch.

We started talking about all kinds of stuff back and forth. Alan bored me with some details about the house and I listened politely.

We continued talking and eventually the topic landed on my life. 

Alan seemed particularly interested in details about my dating life (or lack thereof) and wanted to know if anyone had managed to swoop me away, as he put it. Seeing as I hadn't really hooked up with anyone in a while, I tried to steer the conversation away from the subject. Alan instead told me a bit about his youth, and slowly the conversation veered on to the topic of sex.

Alan asked if I was still a virgin. I told him that I wasn’t. I then continued to tell him about my first time. It had been with a girl from my high school a bit older than me. I was inexperienced, and had felt a little pressured into going all the way - As it were, she ended up doing most of the work.

It was ok, but not really what I had expected…

Alan suddenly gave me a look, and sent me a devilish smile. Then asked me if I had ever been with a guy? Immediately I felt myself blushing!

“What!? N-no I haven’t…” I answered quickly. 

“Well you must've at least tried kissing a guy… Like just once?” He asked… “One of your friends maybe?” But I told him I hadn't really. 

Alan asked if it was something I was opposed to, but I was quick to blurt out that I didn't mind at all, and probably would try it if I got the chance… I felt I might have overspoken with the last bit, but it felt nice to talk to someone, and Alan was great at easing the truth out of me.

He then looked at me, smiling and squinting his eyes in a devious manner. I looked back at him unsure of what to do with myself. Then Alan asked me if I had ever fantasized about being with another man.

My face turned bright red... I felt a little cornered. It was pretty clear from Alan's expression that he would see through a lie, so in the end I simply nodded…

Alan suddenly burst into laughter, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. Feeling embarrassed, I looked away.

“Relax kiddo! It's perfectly normal. Lots of guys do it”

I felt a little relieved hearing him say it. I knew there was nothing wrong with having thoughts like that, but it had always made me feel different.

Alan moved in closer. He reassured me that I could tell him anything, and told me that it might make me feel less insecure to get it off my chest. He then went on to ask me about what types of fantasies I had. 

I was still feeling pretty buzzed from drinking and emboldened by my previous confessions, so I agreed. As I talked, I felt more and more of my inhibitions being stripped away. I was starting to feel something I hadn't felt with him before, and Alan was definitely picking up on it. The conversation and Alan's presence, all of it, was starting to turn me on.

I told him that I often thought of being tied up, or held down by someone stronger than me. I told him that I had even fantasized about being taken against my will. I also liked the idea of being with more than one guy at once.

Alan watched me carefully as I talked, listening to every word I was saying. He also made sure that I finished my beer, and even gave me some of his. 

Sensing I was running out of things to add, Alan interrupted and asked me if I had any particular type that I was into. I smiled and gave a rough description that fitted the average guy in my fantasies; “Tall… strong… mature… a few gray hairs… masculine”

I wasn’t really thinking too much about it, when Alan interrupted, putting his hand on my thigh.

“Well, that sounds a lot like you're describing me! Ha ha”

My face felt red hot and my heart pounded. His tone of voice was playful, but his eyes stared at me intensely. 

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe it was the way he looked at me. I stared back at him biting my lip, then I revealed to Alan that I had fantasized about him… more than once… when I played with myself.

Alan looked surprised.

Immediately I regretted what I had just said. I felt completely flustered and ashamed, sensing that I was doing something wrong… I was about to try and write it off as a joke, when Alan suddenly grabbed hold of me, pulled me in close and kissed me.

It felt utterly overwhelming at first, and I began to tremble… but Alan held me tight, not letting go. I didn’t quite know how to feel… On one hand it seemed like my fantasy was coming true, and it felt nice enough. On the other hand everything was spinning and I felt in way over my head.

I wasn’t a very experienced kisser… evenso I tried my best to keep up, even as Alan pushed his tongue into my mouth. 

As we kissed I could feel his hands moved down across my back, and as he began to grope my butt I could feel myself getting hard. I let out a sigh as Alan began to unbutton my jeans. For a moment I was getting carried away… but ultimately I snapped back to reality.

“Mm.. H-hey w-wait, wait, stop… What about my mom and dad..? I gotta get back…”

“Don’t worry. I told your parents you were going to stay over tonight. They won’t expect you back until tomorrow”

Alan started kissing my neck.

“Mmmh, okay… ju-”

“J-just… please”

“Go slow… okay?”

“Sure…” He answered.

“Come on” 

Alan took my hand and helped me up from the couch. I walked behind him, holding his big hand, as he led me down the hall and up the stairs to the master bedroom. 

Once inside Alan quickly began undressing me. I stood in front of him as he lifted my shirt off of me, I closed my eyes and felt his lips on my neck. 

He turned me around so my back was to him, then he slowly slid down my pants, pulling them off me, one leg at the time. Alan paused to take off his shirt. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him topless, but it had never been like this, standing naked in front of him in his bedroom.

I felt his lips right next to my ears. Alan whispered that he wanted me to try something. He told me to trust him. I hadn't given an answer before he walked over to a dresser, opening up one of the drawers and pulling out a piece of cloth - a red scarf it turned out.

Alan walked over, stood behind me and began tying it over my eyes. 

“H-hey! I’m no-...”

“Just relax” 

He assured me. 

Alan took me by the arm and led me over to the bed. I heard him dig around after something, then suddenly felt his hands take hold of my wrists locking them behind my back. I felt something cold against my skin. A split second later and it tightened as the steel bracelet locked around my wrist with a series of loud clicks. He had handcuffed me. 

I was about to protest, but Alan cut me off before I had a chance…

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you”

“Alan, I…”

“You said you liked it like this”

“Relax… We’re just exploring some stuff, right?”

“I don't know…”

“Don’t worry… We’ll go slow, okay. Nice ‘n easy…” 

He kissed me gently on the neck.

I breathed deeply.

He then grabbed me by the arm with a gentle but firm grip, catching me a little off guard.

“Come on…”

I sensed he was pulling me in the direction of the bed.

Alan let go of my arm, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of the mattress compressing, as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

He sat there for a bit, in silence, while I just stood there awkwardly in front of him. Naked and bound. Helpless and naive.

All of a sudden a deep voice broke the silence.

“Get down on your knees!”

The tone of his voice was completely foreign… I had never heard someone talk to me like that before. His voice was stern and commanding, yet calm. 

I could feel my heart beat faster, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

“Go on…”

I did as I was told, slowly easing myself down, until I had both of my knees on the floor. 

“Come closer” He ordered.

I bit my lip. Then I slowly moved forward, balancing on my knees. As I came close I suddenly felt his hand on my neck, guiding me the last bit. Alan stopped me just in front of him.

I could feel his feet brush against my legs, and heard the sound of Alan unzipping his pants.

The whole room was spinning. I was so nervous! My face felt burning red, and my heart was pounding so loud I could hardly hear anything else.

“Shhh… it’s okay. You’re doing great” Alan assured me.

I cleared my throat, then awaited his next instruction.

“Here’s what I want you to do…”

My breath felt heavy.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out”

I slowly complied.

“Lean forward…  I’ll guide you to me…”

I felt his hand at the back of my neck. He gripped me gently by the hair, then directed me towards him.

He felt smooth and warm as he graced the tip of my tongue. I turned my head slightly sideways to let him glide across my lips, deliberately trying to bypass my mouth, until I had gotten a sense of how much there was of him. 

For a split second my mind turned to a memory from when I was a child and had accidently seen Alan naked. It had looked enormous back then!

As I moved my mouth down the length of him, the memory fell a bit short. Alan felt quite big, but not to a frightening degree.

As I began to suck him off I could hear his breathing deepen. I really had no idea what I was doing but tried my best to imitate what I had seen done in porn and so on - not that any of it really mattered, because Alan was plenty excited to begin with!

I was a little hesitant to take all of him inside, and  at first, Alan’s hand rested gently on my head. But very soon I sensed him grow impatient, and he became more and more insisting. Before long he was practically holding me by the roots of my hair, forcing my head up and down.

Alan was clearly enjoying himself. He felt rock hard as he pushed in and out of my mouth. His breathing was deep and he would grunt loudly, each time he forced me down on him deeper and deeper.

In the end, the force he used was so great, that I would choke and gag loudly with each push of his cock.

“Hhuuurrgggg”

I was struggling to breath, and soon panic began to set in. It felt like I was choking, but I couldn’t escape or even move my hands. I started tugging and pulling off the handcuffs out of sheer desperation. Alan eventually sensed that I felt in over my head, and eased up. A moment later he withdrew himself, trailing drool and precum behind him.… I sat on my knees panting for air in short aggressive breaths.

“Aaah… ppfff-ah”

I badly needed a break, but Alan wasn’t done at all... 

Without even checking in with me first, he got up, grabbed hold of my shoulders, and placed me ass-up onto the bed, with my knees on the floor. He put a pillow down on the floor in between my legs, clearly more meant for him than me.
As I laid face down on the bed, catching my breath, Alan was busy going through drawers. I could hear him pull one item after another out of the drawer and placing them on the bed in front of me. I wasn’t sure what was happening, and the lack of insight added to my uneasiness over the situation… it definitely didn’t help my mood. 

When Alan had finished he walked back around to the side of the bed, where I was lying.

I could feel him creep up behind me. For a moment he just stood there towering over me.

The connection I had felt between him and I had been lost… Instead of excitement and feeling desired, I began to feel more like an object put on display, just there for his sake. It was awkward, and it made me uncomfortable.

I sobered up even more when Alan out of nowhere grabbed hold of my ass cheek with his big hand and began dirty talking…

“Yeah, you like being my little fucktoy huh? All tied up and waiting for me!”

“Mmm, fuck yeah… my little slut boy!”

I wasn't feeling it at all anymore. The over-excitement in his voice only added to my discomfort. 

Then I heard a sharp click. A moment later I felt a set of slick fingers slide down the divide of my buttcheeks. I jumped at the sudden presence of his fingers in such an intimate spot.

No one had ever touched me there (except myself), let alone while I was tied up and unable to see what was going on. He was moving way too fast for me.

Alan wasn't picking up on any of it... He continued lubing up my ass with slow passes of his fingers, then I felt the push of a finger against the outside of my hole.

I let out a grunt as his finger slit inside. Even with the aid of the lube, It felt tight! 

For a while I went along with it, unsure of what to do or say. I had been excited about everything up until a few moments ago, now I wasn’t sure what I felt…

I breathed out loud as he pushed in a second digit, continuing to finger me as I laid there flat on the bed, just taking it.

When I eventually asked him to ease up, Alan merely stopped for a few seconds, added some lube and then continued unfazed. 

Much to my disappointment… 

Alan wasn’t spending much time or effort at all, trying to loosen me up, or get me back in the mood. After just a few more minutes of fingerfucking me, he pulled his hand back. Then I suddenly felt his hand grip the chain of the handcuffs. He pulled my wrists back hard, fixing my arms in place, and pinning me down even further. There was another click of the lube bottle, then a cold drip of liquid down my crack. I quickly realized what he was getting ready for. 

Out of nowhere I felt the hard push of his cock against my ass. I could feel my muscles tighten, and out of sheer surprise and reflex I puckered up! 

Alan repeated the motion, pushing harder this time, which caused me to twist and turn from the pain.

I bit my teeth together, as he continued to push. Slowly I felt him force his way inside me, but it was way too painful for me to go on!

“AAh-aAh… Aw, aw, stop, stop!” I cried out.

I tried to move out of the way, but Alan held on to the handcuffs with a firm grip.

Out of sheer uncomfort, I began shaking my head.

“AAh fuck! Stop”

“Just relax…”

“No, Alan, stop… I can’t!…  I’m not ready!”

“Shh I’ll go slow”

“Alan, please… No…!”

“AAh you’re so fucking tight” he moaned.

His hand grabbed the side of my ass, opening it up even further. I had no sense of how far he was inside me. The pain permeated throughout my whole stomach!

I began to panic. The pain, the uncomfort of the situation, the fear! It was too much. I pushed back with my arms with all my strength, and forced my head up from the bed.

“GODDAMMIT, STOP!!” I yelled at him.

That finally got his attention…

I let out a whimper, as I felt him pull out. Then I felt him let go of my hands.

An awkward silence ensued.

“Untie me…!” I demanded.

I shook my hands and the cuffs violently at him - underlining the meaning,

Still tied up, my ass burning with pain from the ordeal, I managed to pull myself up off the bed and onto my knees again. Sitting upright sent a sharp pain through me, that returned whenever I accidently clenched down. 

A moment passed, then I could feel Alan's hands fumbling with the knot of my blindfold. 

There was a sudden rush of light as the fabric was pulled away from my eyes. I had to blink a few times for my eyes to adjust. 

Something immediately caught my eye. Scattered across the bed in front of me, lay at least a dusin sextoys, of varying types, colors, and sizes! It took the wind out of me, and I could feel myself frowning at the unfamiliar sight. I didn’t like it… Not one bit…

What the hell was he thinking!?

A pit was forming in my stomach. I looked back across my shoulders at him, but Alan was too busy unlocking the handcuffs. to notice me looking. 

I was completely out of it, now. Whatever it was. I didn’t want any of it anymore… Deep down I felt the pit continue to grow.

He had taken it way too far…

He had broken my trust…

He used me!

The last of the metal restraints unclipped at my wrist, and I quickly pulled my hands away. The handcuffs made a thump as Alan tossed them off to the side.

Alan was still seated on the floor, just behind me. 

Suddenly, it all felt so wrong. I didn’t want to be there anymore. Sitting so close to him, naked. Alone in that big house…

I stumbled to my feet. It all went a little too fast, and suddenly I felt very drunk again. I had a hard time finding my balance as I picked my scattered clothes up off the floor, biting my teeth each time I had to bend over. 

Without warning, Alan came up from behind and grabbed me by the wrist.

“Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me kiddo…”

“Don’t call me that…” I pulled my hand away.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

I didn't answer…

“Look, I’m sorry if I went a little fast back there… These things happen…  We’ll slow it down… okay? I promise!”

I didn’t even want to look at him.

“Come on now… I got carried away…  Can you blame me?”

He dropped his head and smiled at me... It made him look smug.

“Y’know, it's not everyday an old guy like me gets to be with a smoking hot young stud like you…”

Alan was clearly trying to lighten the mood, but I was done… and he sensed it. I tried to push past him. But Alan put his hands up, gripping my shoulders and holding me back.

“Hey, come on. Just wait a minute”

I stopped and looked at him.

“I need to go to the bathroom… Is that okay?”

He looked back at me, trying to judge my mood.

“Yeah sure. Go ahead…” I was already at the door.

“... Just don’t go too far. I think we still need to discuss this”

I didn’t answer and left the room without looking back.

I found the door to the bathroom just opposite of the bedroom, and hurried inside. I made sure to lock the door behind me.

Outside in the hallway I could hear Alan’s footsteps pacing back and forth. I went over to the mirror and turned my butt to it, in an attempt to assess if there was any blood. Thankfully there wasn’t. I wiped away the remaining lube and gunk with a tissue, and quickly got dressed. Then I walked over to the door and listened for his footsteps.

When I had judged that he was gone, I walked over to the window and opened it. I looked down. There was a broad ledge running the length of the wall, meeting up with the balcony at the far end of the building. From the balcony a set of stairs went down to the yard. 

For a moment I considered if climbing out was worth the risk of falling… But it seemed like my only option. I couldn’t handle the thought of Alan debating me, trying to smooth things over, or for him to try and stop me from leaving, if I went out the front door. 

I touched my butt with my hand. I would have to try and ignore the pain.

In the end it didn’t take too much effort to climb out. My ass was killing me all the way, but I managed to reach the ground without falling. 

Once in the backyard, I ran (limped) as fast as I could across it, then down the driveway and out onto the road. I was afraid that Alan would figure out I was gone, and go after me, so I tried my best to stay off the main road. I even made sure to take a few shortcuts, to throw off my pursuer.

I eventually made it back home, and to my relief, managed to sneak back into the house without waking up my mom and dad.

As I got into bed I could hardly believe what had happened tonight. Not only had I experienced my first ANYTHING with a guy, it turned out to be with my dad's best friend... My “uncle"! And to top things off… it had ended so fucked up! Alan you piece of shit… how the hell could you do that to me..!?

I layed in bed for a while, just thinking. Eventually my mind wandered off, and I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to a terrible hangover along with a sore and bruised ass. 

Going down the stairs was a bit of a struggle, but I eventually made it down. My parents were sitting in the kitchen. When my mom asked what I had been up to last night, I told them a lie about visiting Uncle Alan’s for a movie night, then leaving early the next day to go for a run. I had pulled a muscle, which explained my awkward walk. They didn’t seem all too convinced, but didn’t push the issue any further.

My mom simply sighed, and added;

“Alright, then. Just eat your breakfast”

Later that day Alan texted me, telling me he was sorry and saying that he wanted to make it up to me. I didn’t know how to respond. I decided to just ignore him, even as he continued to text and message me over the next several days. When it became clear I wasn’t gonna let him off the hook, he turned spiteful.

In his last text to me, he called me a fucking cocktease, and told me that I wasn’t worth it and that he wasn’t gonna take shit like that from little sluts like me! 

I couldn’t believe how he had become, and I felt so stupid for trusting him to begin with…

In the end I blocked Alan’s number and unfriended him on Facebook, and that was the last time I heard from him.

My parents could sense that something had changed, but I avoided the conversation. Eventually I think they just wrote it off as a little teenage angst of leaving for college… 

I thought about telling my parents about what had happened, but I couldn’t figure out how to even begin… Mom, Dad… You know how I spent that night at Uncle Al’s, right? Well he and I had sex… well that’s to say I sucked him off, but then he tried to rape me, so I ran away… I would appreciate it if we didn’t talk to him anymore… Oh and by the way I think I’m gay!  It was all a little too much for me to handle. 

The first couple of weeks I was scared that I might bump into him by accident. However I succeeded in laying low, and managed to find an excuse every time uncle Alan was due to pay us a visit. 

Five weeks later I moved away to start college. I decided to put the ordeal with Alan behind me and make a fresh start.

Around a year and a half ago, my mom told me that Alan had moved away again. I didn’t think much of it, except feel glad that he had moved out of town. And that was that. Or at least so I thought. 

 

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Present

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I flinch at the sharp sound of a key turning in the lock, followed by the dull click of the door knob turning.

The door opens slowly. There’s a short pausing silence. Then the sound of the door closing shut, and being locked again... 

I am now wide awake. The blindfold still covers my eyes, but all of my remaining senses scan for every sound or movement coming from behind me. The stranger moves closer, and I trace each of his soft steps as he moves away from the door, over the carpet and towards me. 

I feel like prey hearing the approach of a predator… I feel myself tense up, and I become fixed in place. I test the restraint of the ropes… They feel stiff as I try to move my legs.

The stranger approaches slowly. I can feel him stop just behind me. I can almost sense his eyes glide over and across my skin, from the collar around my neck down the length of my body, as I lie there, strapped down and exposed, laid out across the sturdy desk. 

The stranger doesn't say a word. He just stands there, silent, unnerving. I feel his eyes prodding… Planning.

I wriggle uneasily, but it’s too obvious just how little I’m able to move, in my awkward position. I hear him laugh under his breath. He knows I can’t escape him.

The stranger moves in even closer and I feel him pull gently on the ropes. He checks each one, judging the tension and the security of the knots. Then he walks behind the desk and steps in front of me. He squats down and I sense his presence right up close. I can smell his cologne as it fills the air. 

Does it smell familiar?

Two fingers slip in the space between my cheek and the strap of the ball gag is pulled down. The rubber ball gag pops out of my mouth from the force, before dangling, dripping wet from my neck. I swallow some of the excess drool. Then his thumb brushes against my lip, wiping it clean. I feel his hand move to the back of my neck.

A second later I feel soft lips push against mine and the scratching stubble of a shaved upper lip and chin. He kisses me gently first, then harder the second time. A slight pause then he returns, kissing me firmly. His lips linger. I feel his thumb push against my chin, and his own lips part and open. I open mine in return. His tongue enters my mouth pushing up against mine. He tastes of cigar smoke and alcohol somewhat masked by the aroma of a breath mint.

My head is fixed at an awkward angle, but I try my best to accommodate his tongue as he pushes it all the way in my mouth.

The kissing feels alright, but in truth I’m simply trying to gauge him and postpone whatever comes after. It’s a somewhat desperate attempt at dictating the pace… because frankly I am feeling a little scared…

We continue to kiss for a bit, as my mysterious stranger runs his fingers through my hair. Then he suddenly grips me tightly by the roots and pulls back, fixing my head in place.

“AH!”

He kisses me hard one last time, hard. As he pulls my head backwards, he sucks on my lower lip. The stranger loosens his grip and my head falls back onto the tabletop.

Then the ball gag is shoved back into my mouth. As it straps tight, I feel myself reduced to a speechless object. Too late I realize that I’ve lost my only real means of communicating… or protesting.

 I have no say in what’s about to go down… I'm simply along for the ride -  Not behind the wheel, not even in the back seat… I’m duct taped, and thrown in the back of the trunk!

It is both terrifying and ever so exciting…

The kissing helped break the ice a bit, but as I feel the strangers hands on my back I can’t help but quiver. I feel goosebumps form on my skin. He scuffs at me in a smug manner, then continues unfazed, running his hands down the length of my body. He is thorough as he feels me out, gripping the muscles of my arms, reaching in to touch my chest and stomach. Then he gropes my hips, my ass and thighs. 

I feel the touch of his lip and the wet trail of his tongue across the skin of my butt. His fingers tickle and tease the inside of my thighs making me flinch and wriggle. I jump a little as he begins to feel out my dick and balls!

Using both of his hands my mysterious stranger tugs and pulls on my pouch while he starts stroking my shaft. It’s not long before I feel my cock growing hard in his hands. 

I gasp as I suddenly feel his lips on me.

The stranger begins to lick and suck my balls, softly first, then more aggressively, all the while his other hand jerks me off. Eventually he takes both of my balls in his mouth. I am starting to get very into it at this point. I feel out of my depth, but that’s part of why it feels so good. While I lie there I wonder if Frank and Rob are watching us.

My mysterious guest knows what he’s doing, but It soon becomes clear that he isn’t trying to get me off, he’s clearly just out to get me hard.

The stranger continues to suck on my balls for a while. Then I feel them slip out of his mouth, one after the other dangling from me as they fall.

He continues up my perineum licking and kissing his way in between my parted butt cheeks. Then his strong hands grab hold of me, and begin to massage my buttocks, growing slightly more aggressive with each repetition. I feel my hole being pulled and stretched as his thick warm tongue begins to rim the outside. It feels nice but to my disappointment the stranger soon lets up. Seconds later a finger starts to prod my hole.

I grunt softly in protest, but I'm not convincing anyone I think, let alone myself. 

I’m still pretty tensed up from the uneasiness of being used so bluntly by a complete stranger, and it feels a little tight as he slowly slips in the first two joints of a middle finger.

Rob had lubed me up a little in advance, but even so I feel a pinch, as the stranger begins to slide in and out of me.

“Mmff-mhh” 

He spits, and I feel his fingers slide around in the wet mess. Two digits slowly ease their way inside my cavity

“Hnnggff-Ahh”

“Mmh-mhh… MMh… MMMH!”

My cock jumps up and down with each push of his fingers that graze the inside of my prostate.

He pulls out. Then I feel him reach over across the desk. There’s a dragging sound and I remember the drawer that Rob placed on the table.

I am completely at his mercy and I’m definitely feeling like it at this point. What is he gonna do? I’m beggin that whatever it is, he’ll at least be gentle.

The stranger selects an item from the drawer atop the desk, and seconds later I feel my ass being lubed up even further. 

A firm object is pushed in between the divide of my butt a few times, then it turns its pointy end towards me, and begins to move inside my ass, forcing the sides of my hole to stretch.

He's not exactly a model of patience, but does allow at least a little time, in between each push, to gather myself and prepare for the next one.

After a little more effort and another application of lube, the object slides inside me and settles down, filling up my tight cavity.

The stranger pushes on the base of the toy a few times, clearly enjoying my soft grunts and objections.

Then a sharp pain hits me like a thunderbolt, as the palm of his hand smacks across my ass cheek, leaving it red and stinging. 

“AHA!”

Two more blows follow, landing almost ontop of eachother. Each adding to the pain of the previous one.  

“AH!”

“AAh!”

He checks to see that the butt plug is still sitting firmly in place. Then the stranger steps in front of me. He tugs at the buckle of the ball gag and the straps loosen. I let it fall out of my mouth. He tilts my head backwards, then pushes his tongue deep in my mouth.

I can sense where this is going, and as the stranger lowers my head back down, my mouth is met with the smooth hardness of his erect cock. It smells of lube and cum - I try to push the thought of where it’s been out of my head. Rob's words ring in my head. I have to do a good job.

I pause for a moment, before wrapping my lips around his firm, warm meat, and running my open mouth up and down its length. I push my tongue up against him, licking and playing with his shaft and crown, before breathing in and letting him slide inside my mouth. I repeat the pattern a couple of times, then I push myself down on him. I allow him to fill my throat up completely, each time going deeper and deeper. By his sounds and movement, I can tell that he likes it.

All that time spent with Frank and Rob has definitely paid off in this regard, to a point where I'm confident that I know what I’m doing - and am strangely proud of it.

I make sure to sound into it, as I suck him off. I moan with a conviction, sounding almost desperate at times, making him believe that I want it badly.

And you don’t, right…? The voice inside me mocks.

I can feel him get off on it, but I can’t help myself from getting a little carried away as well. I like acting the slut.

I’m pushing myself hard now to get him to cum now. Partly because I'm hoping it might cut the session short, if he gets his nuts off quickly. 

My plan doesn’t work out though… The stranger doesn’t let himself get pushed over the edge. He’s not gonna let off that easily…
The stranger is taking control now, he begins to push his hips back and forth, pushing in and out of my open mouth, fucking my throat, with deep casual thrusts. I do my best to breathe and concentrate on not letting the feeling of desperation creep in. 

As the stranger finally pulls out of my mouth, I am spent and out of breath. My head dangles limp from the edge of the desk. Drool and salt from tears and precum drip down onto the floor beneath.

He is still standing right in front of me, as he once more places the ball gag in my mouth.

“MMngh-fff”

Then I hear him step away. 

“Mmm… Not bad… Glad to see you’ve picked up a thing or two, since last time, kiddo…”

“Hrughh!!” I almost choke on the ball gag.

“...The time spent waiting for you to get trained up wasn't a complete waste it seems”

“MMHFF!!” 

That voice! 

Oh shit! Oh fuck!

That fucking voice!

I turn my head towards the stranger… Then I feel him reach for my blindfold. The knot comes loose and the cloth slides down my neck. It drops onto the floor. My eyes take a few seconds to focus.

Oh my god!! 

ALAN!!?

I stare up at him in complete disbelief. He looks more or less the same, although older obviously. He has a few more gray hairs, but still looks to be in great shape.

“You don’t seem all that happy to see me, Riley… “ 

He smiles down at me, but it’s not out of sheer happiness. 

“Didn’t you miss your uncle Al?” 

“MMghfff!!”

I toss and turn, pulling at the ropes, but it’s really not much use.

“Heey, calm down now… Don’t want you to hurt yourself!”

“WWed-mMe-OOG!!!” I demand, but with the gag stuck in my mouth, my words turn into nonsense .

“I’m not entirely sure what you’re gettin’ at there kiddo… Can’t hear ya with that gag in your mouth…”

“Buuut… I take it you weren’t expecting us to meet again like this…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, you weren’t supposed to - That would have ruined the surprise.”

“HMMFF!”

“You know, I’m really sorry ‘bout how things turned out between us… and I’ve been working hard to change that. I even hired some outside help to ease things along, ya’know…”

“Oh, what nicknames did you give them again?”

My heart skips a beat.

“Oh yeah, I remember, haha…  Rob…  aaand… Frank, right?”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing!

“UU-Mmoogg-fff’gg’eer… ‘Uck uu!”

“Okay that one I caught. I thought our mutual acquaintances had taught you a lesson about that sort of language!”

“MMMhh”

“...I guess your training still has some ways to go…”

My throat feels dry, and tears are starting to form in my eyes.

“Maybe we should continue on to some disciplining?”

I look up at him wide eyed and intimidated.

“Frank and Rob might have been the ones to break you in, but I’m gonna let you know who owns you…”

“MMhmmnngg”

I watch him as he pulls out the top desk drawer, and places several different impact tools, whips, canes, floggers, one after another atop the desk -  Right next to where I am lying.  

Frightened, I look at him in silence from my vulnerable position.

Alan stands up and looks over the selection. He decides on a black riding crop, picks it up and turns to me.

“MMhm… pweeaff… A’waan” 

“He-he, oh no, no…” He looks me dead in the eye.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore... You little fucking slut!” 

A tear runs down my cheek. I stare nervously back at him.

“Your ass is mine now… You call me Daddy!”

I look at him, with eyes watering over 

“Is that understood!?”

“...”

I bow my head down…

“Yeff… ‘Add-y” I sob…

“Good! It seems you do remember some things…”

“...BUT! Just to make sure, let’s give you something to remember it by…”

“Mmh-h-hhm ppweeaff” I whimper.

Alan walks swiftly around the large wooden desk, and stops right behind me.

I struggle to turn my head around, hoping to anticipate what's happening.

“Okay, let’s make this a little more fun shall we”

I feel his hand on my ass. His thumb prods the butt plug still (very tightly) secured in my hole. 

“Last time you were a bit of a tease when it came to your ass… But I know you’ve had a lot of time and practice to remedy that”

He holds the crop with both hands and tests its flexibility.

“Let’s say I’ll keep hitting you, until you beg to have my cock inside you…!”

My eyes jump out at him…

“MMHhh-hh-hh…”

“Pweeaffff.. Oo!” 

I look at him beggingly.

Alan is frighteningly unaffected by my pleading… He looks down at me, scornful.

“Okay, let’s get started, slut-boy!”

I see him raise the crop in his hand. I close my eyes tight and bite down on the gag in anticipation. 

The first blow cracks across the skin of my butt. I tear at the bonds holding me down.

“MMMHH-h-h!!”

Another blow lands, just as hard. And then another, and another, and another.

I am in full panic now, desperate to get away, but I’m fucked every which way. 

 He changes implements, exchanging the crop for a large wooden paddle. Then he continues at the same pace as before.

I scream for help through the gag, but no one hears me. I beg for mercy, but to no effect…

Then Alan halts for a moment.

“You know how to this stop, slut!”

He resumes immediately after, slamming the paddle against my butt, four or five times on one cheek, before changing sides and repeating the punishment.

“Aha-ah-aaaww… Pweeafff ‘Addy! Pweeafff ‘op!”

“You know what you need to say, slut…!”

“MMh… Pweeaafff…!”

“Yes?”

“Pweeaafff… ‘an Ii pweeaff ‘ave uur ‘ockk imm my aaff…?”

“Go on…”

Alan lands another blow.

“Pweeaff ‘Addy… Ii ‘eedd uur ‘oock imm myy afff”

He smiles deviously, as I beg and cower before him.

“Mmm… I've been looking forward to hearing you say that… You pretentious little slut!”

I feel him pull on the base of the butt plug. It slowly begins to move. Alan plays with the toy a little before he lets it plop out of me, leaving my hole stretched and gaping behind it.

“I wanna feel your daddies hard cock, huh slut-boy... We can take care of that…”

Alan puts down the paddle and takes a few steps back. Out the corner of my eye I can see him undressing. He removes all of his clothes until he’s standing naked and large, towering over me like a giant.

He reaches for something, and I hear him lube up his cock. His eyes are fixated on my ass as he strokes himself back to a full on erection. I breathe in deep, trying to brace myself, but I have no idea what’s coming.

Alan leans in, and I feel the tip of his cock push up against me. He starts to poke my hole with increasing force, as I try my best to relax and allow him in, thinking it’s gonna hurt less that way. 

“Ah-ah…”

His cock begins to slide inside me, and I manage the first inch or so without too much trouble. But as soon as Alan has his “foot” in the door, he kicks it open!

I feel a sharp pain shoot through me, as Alan rams his cock deep in my guts - forcing himself almost completely inside me in one hard thrust! 

“MMmhhggffff!”

I scream through the ball gag, as Alan begins to fuck me with slow deep pushes. Forcing more and more of him inside me. 

“Ahh!”

“Mmfff!”

I'm afraid to even move, thinking it will only hurt more. 

Alan reaches for the lube and squirts out a ridiculous amount all over my ass… At least he’s not skimping on the lubrication.

He pulls out for just a moment, to grease himself up… Then it’s back in, as deep as he can go this time, until I feel his balls are rubbing up against me.

“OOHh yeah! That’s how it’s fucking done!” Alan congratulates himself. His breathing has grown loud and deep.

He leans in on me further still, and I can feel his stomach push against my lower back. I am still in pain, and whimper at each hard painful push that Alan submits me to, but the fresh supply of lube definitely helps.

Then I feel his hand move in under me... 

Alan fumbles between my legs, until he finds my cock - which has returned to its flaccid state. With the precision of a drunk, blind person, Alan starts to play with my limp member. It feels a little amateurish at first, but eventually he finds a rhythm to it, and to my surprise I feel myself getting hard. A few minutes in, and I’m even starting to enjoy a little of what he is doing to me.

Alan continues to pound my ass, with deep rhythmic thrusts of his pelvis. It hurts still, but not as much as initially. The pain of the ass-fucking is muttled in with the subtle pleasure of his sloppy hand-job.

Eventually Alan decides on a new strategy. 

He pulls out of me, nonchalantly, and begins to  look for something in the drawer. I turn my head just in time to notice him pull out a clear rubber toy. At first I’m not really sure what I’m looking at… The toy looks pretty soft and pliable and has a tube-like shape. As Alan starts to lube up the end of it, I gather that it’s a sleeve of some sort. A moment later my theory is confirmed as Alan takes me in his hand, and begins to maneuver the sleeve onto my semi hard cock. 

The inside of the toy has a textured surface, with bumps and knobs designed to stimulate the wearer. As Alan begins to slide the toy up and down my shaft, I’m unable to hold back a moan.

“Mmff”

He is quick to take full advantage of the situation, and proceeds apply the toy fully, torturing me with pleasure… but withholding everything else.

The sleeve has a pretty tight grip around my cock, and it’s enough for it to stay on me, even as Alan lets go…

Each time he senses I am getting close to cumming, Alan withdraws his hand, denying me the release that I’m craving with more and more desperation…

Alan resumes fucking me, pushing inside my ass again with two quick stabs, one on top of the other, making me grunt and cry out from distress. Then he grabs hold of the toy once more and continues to jerk me off with an excruciating attention.

Before long I’m in complete hell, as the two opposing feelings, the pain of the ass-fucking and the pleasure of his handjob, compete for dominance. 

I am completely at his mercy, and have no choice but to submit. I feel myself getting close again, but Alan is quick to notice…

“Yeah, you wanna cum huh!? You want Daddy to make you cum, slut-boy!?”

“MMmm… Aah-mmfff”

“You wanna cum don’t you!?”

“HAah… Yeff!”

“You know what I wanna hear…!”

“HAah… hah… Mmm… Pweaaff”

“Please what!?”

“Pweeeafff ‘aan Ii ‘um…?”

“Say my fucking name slut!”

“Pweeaff… ‘Addy… Pweeaff ‘an Ii ‘um!?”

“Yeah, cum for Daddy… cum Slut!?”

“Aah… MMmff-Aaah… Yeefff…! Pweeafff ‘Addy!”

“... pweeeaaaffff ‘eeett meee ‘uuum! Mmffff…!”

Alan suddenly ramps up his movement, jerking me off with the rubber toy, to the point where it’s almost excruciatingly painful. My mind is gone and my body takes over as the last two or three vigorous jerks of his hand throw me over the edge. 

I tear violently at my restraint as my body convulses and cramps. The orgasm crashes over me so painful, yet so amazingly delicious, as I empty myself onto the floor beneath. I scream and cry in cathartic release, feeling a million feelings at once.

Alan just laughs…

While I’m still reeling from the aftermath of the orgasm, Alan pulls out of me. He picks up his trousers, and digs into the pocket, retrieving his smartphone. He holds it in front of him while moving around me. He’s taking pictures.

After a couple of quick wide angled shots of his helpless and exhausted fuck toy, Alan steps in close to my face. His throbbing hardon stops just in front of me. He rips the ball gag from my mouth, then commands me to suck him off.

“Open your mouth, slut… or it’s the cane again!”

I'm afraid to do anything but to obey… as I open my mouth, Alan pushes forward and rams himself inside. He keeps up the pace, fucking my mouth hard and fast, while I choke and gag. I can't help myself from crying, and tears begin to run down my face. While capturing everything on his phone.

With his cock still deep in my throat Alan holts for a moment.

“Look at me!” He commands in a stern voice.

With my mouth stuffed full of him, I do my best to look up. I can hardly see through the tears in my eyes, as Alan snaps one photo after the other, documenting my submissive and pathetic state. He then resumes to fuck my mouth.

Alan grabs my hair, forcing my head down on him hard… even though I've completely stopped resisting. All the while he continues to record everything. I close my eyes out of sheer shame of the chastisement and humiliation.

Alan suddenly moans out loud. He rams his meat in the back of my throat one last time, before withdrawing completely just a split second later. With his cock in my face, Alan empties himself all over me, covering my mouth, eyes and cheeks in his hot and salty load. 

I pull my head back, squinting my entire face as his cum runs down and stings my eyes.

Alan pushes his cock in my open mouth and wipes the last of his load all over it, while he holds his phone steady in front of my face.

“Aarh yeah, that's it slut… now suck it clean!” He commands, as he is panting for air.

I try my best to swallow and lick up the last bit of him, before Alan drops my head. I am blinded once again, but this time by cum burning and stinging my eyes.

Needless to say, it comes as a complete shock to me, when the butt plug is quickly reinserted into my gaping hole. 

“HAa-aah!”

Then Alan finally leaves me alone…