Fuck me harder!

Well, my description tells it all, doesn’t it? Greg posts on a dom/sub website. He lives in Seattle, a 6 hour drive for me, and according to his post, he ‘takes no prisoners. ‘

Greg doesn’t charge for his ‘services’, but he is picky as to who he hooks up with. His payment is ‘the destruction of others’ he claims.  He sounds like fun. 

Im older than his usual companions. It took a while for me to convince him to even chat. Finally I drove over and checked into a hotel. Our meeting was short. We had coffee at my hotel. He was dressed nice and seemed polite and friendly. But he was all of 6 ft 5, 275. And very chubby. His beard was dark black, full and thick. When I looked at him all I could really see was the twinkle in his dark brown eyes. He was sizing me up like a nice piece of meat at the butcher shop. He said he didn’t have plans this afternoon. I would meet him out front at 2. He would bring me back later. “When he was done with me.”

He was reading our correspondence on his phone all the while. He sternly looked me in the eyes. “You really want all this?” 

My mind raced trying to remember everything I’d told him. I couldn’t really think straight. I nervously nodded. And he was gone. 

my phone buzzed about 10 minutes to 2. He was out front. I quickly finished my drink and tossed a 20 on the bar. He was motioning for me to get in the back seat of his dark grey SUV. I quickly opened the door and hopped in. Greeting me inside was Greg, driving up in the front seat, and another man, even fatter and more ill groomed. I never got his name. “So this is our boy?” Staring at me, licking his lips. I felt the door of the truck behind me as I was moving as far back from him as possible. No-one spoke. I looked at the new guy then back at Greg, wondering and worried of what I’d gotten myself into. I was trying to remember again what I’d posted to him before. The moment lasted forever. 

In many bored, horny and desperate late nights, I’d fantasied about being kidnapped and used by men with huge cocks making me their fuck slave for days on end. Fantasy. That’s all. I suppose I’d shared those fantasies with a few harmless chat friends here and there. But I was pretty sure I’d only spoken about my desire to be a bottom boy for a strong manly man for a change with Greg. My few gay experiences have been with other submissive minded guys who really didn’t know what taking charge is all about. So I’d wandered into some dom sites looking for more. All that had brought me here. In a strange city with 2 stranger and possibly dangerous men.

 Finally Greg spoke. “Yeah, the one who said ‘fuck me harder.’ “

I guess I do remember that. 

“come here bitch!” The man said as he grabbed my arm pulling toward him.  I shouldn’t have resisted, but natural reflexes made me. He roughly dragged me across the seat wrapping an arm around me pulling me close to him. Not in a nice was, I might add. He was pulling and twisting my arms back behind me. “Fuck!” 

Shut up, bitch!” Greg ordered. I gave in and kept my mouth shut. 

“You are going to be a good one, aren’t you?” Said the man. He wrapped a leather belt around my wrists binding the behind my back. Greg turned the stupid country music he was listening to up, way up.  The man holding me started in. 

His big fat hands were all over me, grabbing my chest and my ass at the same time. He was roughly licking my face and trying to kiss me. I was wiggling and struggling, letting out pathetic squeals like a schoolgirl. It was humiliating. My clothes were coming off. My shirt pulled up and my jeans were down nearly to my knees. This guy was getting randy. He was breathing hard and ready to fuck something. Me. 

his cargo shorts slid all the way off exposing a huge dark cock that wasn’t even close to being fully erect. But it was huge already. It scared the shit out of me. 

I heard Greg laugh. “Ha ha! We will see if you can take that, bitch!”

My head was pulled into his lap. He had me half off the seat with one leg down on the floor. His cock was in my face rubbing against my cheek. It was so fucking fat and long I didn’t believe it was real. Even with his rolls of fat hanging over, it stuck out like a lance ready to stab its victim. I wasn’t ready for this. I fought back. But it was no use. “Eat it, you fucking whore.”

My mouth was so wide open! Id never had one so big. I sucked and sucked and sucked. The tip was as big around as a golf ball. The rest of it was bigger and hard as a huge cucumber. The tip was pressing against the back of my throat with every thrust. I finally couldn’t fight it off any more. He was pulling my hair forcing his cock in deeper and deeper. Somehow my throat opened and it slid in  I’d never really given a full throat fuck before. No one had ever been big enough. Now I was all in. I’d gulp it in then he would slide half way back  I’d try to catch a breath, then back it would go. He held my head firmly on the last thrust  he was deeper in my throat than ever. The world exploded in my throat and then out into my mouth, out my nose, everywhere. “Swallow it, fucker!” I did my best. It took a long time to lick and suck all the rest of it off of his fat hairy body and off of the leather seats. We were still driving. My hands were still tied together. He was half asleep. I was exhausted too. His hand was on my chest, squeezing my ‘boob’ as we drove along the Seattle coast, to who the fuck knows where. 

We arrive at who the fuck knows where.