A Chance Taken

Chapter 1

I met him as most gays do their sexual partners these days. A blank profile on a hook up site messaged me a greeting, one that I initially ignored. I don’t humor blank profiles. If you aren’t secure enough with yourself to be seen on one of these sites, you don’t get to reap the rewards. Usually, a message from a faceless profile gets a block. He was the exception. I am calling him “he” because I never learned his name. I know that is odd to some, but I find the anonymity sexy.

He reached out with a hello, earning no response. When he realized this, he tried again. This time asking me if I’ve been used lately. Bold, I’ll give him that. I ignored him again. After another waiting period, I received a third message, longer than the first two. It read,

You don’t need to see my face to know I’m good looking. You don’t need to know my size to get that these hands will pin you helplessly to the ground. You don’t need to know how hung I am to understand that this cock will leave you gaping for more. Take a chance on me. You’re my type. So much so that I want to make you mine. Not many are this lucky. I want you to understand that. But I know my worth. If you ignore this, there won’t be another message. Just know that if your bio is true, and if you’re really looking for the Dom Top to your sub bottom, you’ll have found him and lost him in one move. Think about it.

This did get my attention. The way he spoke… it was very hot. Aggressive and forward. I love being talked to like that. My interest peaked. But he still was a blank profile. How arrogant. So, with these thoughts in my mind, I messaged him back.

Hmmm… Interesting. I have to say, you do have a way with words. If you’re as attractive and well-endowed as you want me to believe, I am sure you are my type. But I am a skeptic. And a blank profile is usually owned by someone who isn’t serious enough with themselves to seriously fuck me the way I need to be. Prove yourself or I’m not interested.

He responded quickly. The conversation continued, longer than I intended. He doubled down on his privacy while also ensuring he can grant experiences no other top can. I’ll admit, the way he spoke, the things he said he would do… my horniness overcame my irritation at not knowing what he looked like. Eventually.

What really got me was what he proposed. After some chatting and seeing if our interests and kinks were compatible, he asked if I have ever had forced sex fantasies. Consensual non-consent. I have had these fantasies. Many times. I didn’t tell him this but being forced to have sex with and submit to someone more powerful and dominant than myself was one of my strongest sexual desires. All I told him was that I had. He then proposed a game. Basically, with all the risks acknowledged and accepted by me, I would give him a loose idea of my schedule on a chosen day. He would “hunt me down” so to speak and kidnap me for a night of fun. The idea made me very hot. Silencing all the little voices in my head screaming that this was a bad idea, I agreed. Once I did so, he finally introduced himself. Not with his name, but what I would know him as. Daddy.

As Friday approached, the day we were set to meet, I grew more horny and increasingly more nervous. Daddy said I was his type. That’s good, but I usually end up worrying about my body and my looks leading up to a date anyway. My profile has full pictures of my face and body, so logically, I know he finds all of me attractive. I’m a 22-year-old white boy with a great head of hair and a fit body, one that I had to really work for. I am not tall, not even average. I stand at just 5’1” which got me picked on relentlessly throughout high school. I have come to accept it though. Being short does have its benefits. I love the power and dominance most guys hold over me just because of my height. Its intoxicating. My body, covered in a light dusting of curly blonde hair, is not super lean, but athletic, with enough fat to give me a great bubble butt and soft pecs. I grew up very overweight but once I left for college, transformed myself into the thick thighed, slim waisted otter that I am now. My hair is a talking point. I was blessed with good genes and have thick blonde hair that flows down to my mid back. I’m hoping Daddy puts it to good use tonight. I have a clean-shaven face and a full set of lips. The perfect dick sucking lips, or so I’ve been told. I know I am attractive. And I am not saying that in a cocky way. It’s just that I struggled with self-image for so much of my life that I refuse to give myself less credit than I deserve. Learning to love my body was a struggle and I’ll be damned if I regress in that journey. Like I mentioned, I’m Daddy’s type. I should have nothing to worry about.

I did find myself worrying about something else though. I still struggled with not knowing what Daddy looked like. I am very attraction oriented. Sexual compatibility is one thing but if I am not attracted to the person physically, the sex won’t be good. I chose to ignore my usual instincts though and trust Daddy. He said I didn’t need to see photos to know he was good looking. Hopefully he was right.

As the day went on and I went from work to the gym, to back home again, I found myself wondering if Daddy was going to flake out on me. Part of the fun was that he wouldn’t tell me where, when, or how it would happen. But now I started to regret that. Anxiety was building and I was struggling to push it down. To distract myself, I began getting ready. I warmed up the shower and got undressed. I put my hair in a shower cap, which always made me look like my mother, but damn it, she was right…  They are useful. Turning on my Bluetooth speaker, I pressed play on one of my favorite playlists. With the music working to calm my nerves, I stepped into the shower. I let the hot water wash over me and let out a long breath. It felt good. And then,

BOOM!!! 

My shower curtain exploded inward, and I was engulfed by its vinyl material. My scream was muffled as I felt a heavy mass clamp over my mouth. I was then ripped from the shower and held in place by what I could now see were massive arms. One was wrapped around my entire torso, pinning both my arms to my sides. The other was wrapped around my shoulder, holding a damp cloth to my mouth and nose. As I breathed in the fumes from the cloth, I felt my body go weak and relax. My eyes darted around wildly, not landing on anything but my shower and the thick hairy arms holding me captive. What was happening? Obviously, I knew this, but the reality of it was still disorienting. This was Daddy. He had planned a kidnapping. As jarring as this was, I was safe. I hoped…  As I was held there in place by Daddy’s massive arms, I had an alarming realization. The chemicals from the cloth had rendered my body useless. Not only had my body weakened, but I could not move. I was still awake and aware. As the blood stopped pounding in my ears, I could hear Daddy breathing above my head. I could smell the scent of his body. He smelled amazing. A mix of pine or cedar mixed with the musk of a man. I could still see what he allowed me to see, which was just the shower so far. Daddy must’ve known the drug had taken effect because he spoke for the first time.

His voice was low and manly. He could’ve been a voice actor for action movie trailers. He purred into my ear,

“Daddy’s got you now baby boy.”

The sound of his low rumbling voice in my ear set my senses ablaze and renewed my horniness. He then spoke again,

“Why don’t I let you see what I made you wait for?”

Daddy moved towards the bathroom mirror, still holding me as if I were a teddy bear in his arms. As he stepped into frame of the mirror, I caught my breath. Holding me in his arms was the most ruggedly handsome man I had ever seen. He was massive in height and in breadth. As he held me in his arms my head barely reached the bottom of his chin while my feet dangled just below his knees. The sheer size difference between the two of us floored me. Had I not already been drugged I would have fallen limp. His shoulders were the broadest part of his body, doubling the width of mine easily. Truly I looked like a ragdoll in his arms. He wore loose fitted, black jeans but with the huge size of his tree trunk legs, they grew snug around his thighs, and I imagined, his ass. Up top he was wearing an old grey and blue flannel that showed off the size of his arms nicely.

His face was gorgeous. Thick brown curls were kept tight and trim around his head and a full beard with perfect lines framed his beautiful features. His skin was a light caramel color. His eyes were a dark brown, so deep in color they were almost black. His nose was strong with a good contour. And his lips? Damn I wanted to kiss them. I have always been a lips guy, sporting a pretty pair myself, but his looked like they could swallow mine whole. So pillowy and soft I needed to kiss them! I noticed he was smirking at me. He must’ve been watching me go all wide eyed, taking all of him in.

“Worth the wait?”

He asked.

I nodded. Or tried too. The drug’s effects were strong, and the reality of its uses were just setting in. Daddy laughed, a sound that reverberated through his chest down into my body. He must’ve sensed my thoughts.

“I told you; you’d be at my mercy. Now, let’s get you ready.”

He walked out of the bathroom and laid me down onto the bed. He did it with such ease that told of his strength. I must’ve weighed nothing to him. He removed the shower cap from my head, letting my locks fall around me on the bed. Lifting me to one side, he rolled the shower curtain out from under me. It had been wrapped around me in his arms all that time. I heard him go back to the bathroom and turn the shower off. Then the clinking of metal on metal told me he was hanging my curtain back up. He entered the bedroom with a towel and stood over me. I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes, not necessarily pleading, but more so wishing I could move so I could get a better look at him. He laughed again.

“Yeah, that drug will do a number on ya. Neuromuscular blocking agents are hard to come by, but they are worth it.”

He then mounted the bed, straddling my tiny frame with his giant thighs. Tossing the towel down next to me, he said,

“Dry yourself off.”

I must’ve looked confused. He said again,

“Do it. Dry off, now”

I looked at him with shocked eyes. He stared back, a small smile playing on his lips. I tried to move, to pick up the towel, to talk, anything. The most I could do was twitch. He laughed at me.

“Daddy likes seeing you helpless baby boy.”

He then leaned down and kissed me. He plunged into me with a ferocity I had never received. There was nothing I could do to accommodate him, but he didn’t need it. He pried my mouth open with his tongue and hungrily searched every crevice and corner. He found my tongue in the back of my mouth and sucked it out. He massaged it with his lips and then teeth and then proceeded to suck on it to the point that I felt he might rip it from my mouth. When the pressure on my tongue verged on being unbearable, he relented. He explored my mouth with new vigor, forcing his own tongue so far down my throat I almost gagged. Taking a break to suck on my lips, he gave each one attention. He nibbled and sucked my lips until they were raw and tender. After what felt like ages of this foreplay, he sat up, reviewing his work.

“You look real cute baby.  Your dick sucking lips all red for Daddy.”

He dismounted me and stood, reaching for the towel. He began drying me off, blotting any water remaining from my brief shower. As he was doing this, my mind was running wild. This, only the beginning of what Daddy had planned, I’m sure, was already the most intense sexual experience I had ever had. He was not wrong. Daddy is certainly a Dom Top. But could I take it? I was drugged to uselessness, thrown on my own bed, and sucked on until my mouth was raw. Daddy had told me he would be rough and unforgiving, but I hadn’t imagined it like this! This was truly something out of a sexual fantasy. And then realization hit. That’s exactly what this is. A fantasy come to life. Something else Daddy had said was accurate. Not many are this lucky. It must be so rare for a sexual fantasy of this proportion to be fulfilled. I couldn’t let my nerves ruin this experience for me. So I relaxed. Finding a man who would fuck me like this has been what I’d always wanted. And it seems I’d finally found one.

Daddy had finished drying me off and tossed the towel to the floor. He climbed onto the bed and again, straddled me with his massive thighs. He checked his watch before looking down at me and smiled.

“Baby, this is gonna be a long night for you. Are you sure you’re ready?”

He waited for me to respond. I attempted but all I managed was a weak moan. Daddy threw his head back and laughed, deep and manly. He looked back down at me with wicked humor in his eyes and said,

“Oh baby you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. And there ain’t no way I’m letting you out of it!”

A spike of nervousness poked my mind before I quickly dulled it. I was safe. And I was going to enjoy this.

“Like I told you earlier baby, I am a kinky Daddy. Don’t be surprised by all the new ways you’re dominated tonight, alright?”

With that, he eased forward until he was straddling my chest. With a flirty wink he lowered his ass and all of his weight, right on top of me. Instantly I was fighting for breaths. I looked at him shocked and he just laughed.

“Don’t struggle too much baby, we’ve got to build your stamina.”

He was right. After only seconds I was wheezing and my vision was darkening. At this, Daddy lifted his weight from me. Air rushed into my lungs and my vision returned. My plight must’ve been humorous for Daddy because he laughed at me gasping for air. After only a few full breaths Daddy lowered his weight on top of me again. Not only was it difficult to breath, but my chest and ribs felt the strain of his massive body on top of me. Luckily his knees still supported some of his weight, otherwise I’m sure I’d be at risk of broken ribs. Like last time, as my vision blurred and my breathing reduced to nothing, Daddy lifted his weight, giving me a short break. It went on like this for a few more rounds. Daddy testing the limits of my body before again letting me breath. After again nearly blacking out from the lack of air, Daddy moved from my body and laid next to me on the bed.

“Good job baby. Let’s try another breathing exercise.”

At this, he gripped my nose between his index finger and thumb, clamping both nostrils closed. He then continued his passionate and aggressive exploration of my mouth, making out with me so fiercely and deep that I was unable to breathe. As my breath ran out, I attempted to suck in air through Daddy’s mouth, which he seemed to love. My weak inhales pulling at his tongue and throat sent him into a furry in which he plunged into me even harder. I grew closer to blacking out here than any of the previous drills Daddy seemed to be running.  He allowed me air through my nose right when I needed it the most but continued his oral onslaught.  I gasped for oxygen as deeply as I could, but with the effects of the drug still strong, and Daddy still using my mouth, it was a struggle.  After my breathing had returned to normal, Daddy separated from my mouth and again checked his watch. Smiling at me he stood and slowly began unbuttoning his flannel.

“Alright baby, since you like breathing so much, I’ve got something you can breathe in.”

He stripped off his flannel revealing a torso built like a god. His shoulders, as broad as ever, looked like an NFL player’s wet dream. His biceps were major. One alone had to be as wide around ad my head if not wider. Thick veins trailed down his forearm, lying on more packed muscles. His pecs were stunning. Sitting on top of his chest like two fleshy airbags, they were perfectly sculpted and firm. His nipples, round and hard looked delicious. His abs, although most definitely there, were not visible through the thick layer of man meat Daddy so obviously earned. His entire torso was covered in thick curly brown hair. My god, this was a man. 

He again chuckled as he saw my eyes go wide with amazement. He mounted the bed, this time nearly laying on top of me. He looked into my eyes and smiled.

“I hope you like this baby. Let me know if you don’t.”

He laughed and then raised his arm, exposing his pit. A glistening bush of armpit hair looked back at me right before he lowered his body to my face. I squinted my eyes to avoid getting hair in them. And then the smell hit me. It was pungent. Daddy obviously showered recently, but without applying deodorant, his underarm scent was all manly musk. To further my breathing into his armpit, Daddy reached with his other arm underneath my head and forced it deeper into his pit. Never in my life had I experimented with pit smelling or body odor like this. I was quite shocked to find that I was enjoying it. The complete level of dominance Daddy held over me was so extremely hot. As he heard me begin to breath in his scent with gusto, he shoved me deeper still into his pit, saying

“Yeah baby, get in there. That’s the air you breathe. You breathe what I let you breathe!”

After a minute or so, Daddy switched pits. I loved it. Soon, he was up again, checking his watch.

“All right baby, it’s almost time. Let Daddy get you ready.”

With that, he put his flannel back on and left my bedroom. I heard him walk through the house to the front door, opening and closing it behind him. I was confused. I lay there, wondering where Daddy had gone, when I noticed I was regaining feeling in my limbs. It started at my toes, then crept up my body to my fingertips. I began wriggling them and stretching them. It was an odd sensation, having lost the feeling for so long. This distracted me until I heard the front door open again followed by Daddy reentering my room with a large black duffel bag. His eyes moved from my wriggling toes to my jiggling fingers, and he laughed.

“That’s right baby! The drug is just about to wear off. Don’t you worry though, Daddy timed out everything.”

He set the duffel bag on the bed near my feet and rummaged through the contents. He pulled a coiled rope from the bag and began unwinding it. Then he proceeded to bind my limbs securely together, lashing my legs to each other and my arms to my sides in an intricate pattern of overlapping knots. As feeling came back to my muscles, I was just as helpless while under the influence of the drug. Daddy’s binding skills were excellent. As he finished tying me up, he went back for the bag. I could feel the cycle of the drug’s effects completing and I stretched my mouth. It was sore from Daddy’s aggressive kisses. He pulled something from the bag, an item I didn’t see, and walked to my side. I looked up at him and began to say hi when he abruptly cut me off by securing a ball gag into my mouth.

“Uh uh uh, we aren’t there yet baby. You speak when spoken too. And not yet.”

I marveled at my current condition. Here I was, completely at the mercy of the sexiest man I had ever met and had not yet even said a word to him. Boy, was I glad I gave him that chance.

Daddy went back to the duffel bag, now empty of its contents. He stretched it to its full size and I quickly saw what he was after. The duffel bag was quite large. And I was quite small. With some adjusting, it should be a perfect fit. Daddy laid the duffel bag with its open mouth next to me and began sliding my bound legs inside. Mostly out of fun but also of slight nervousness, I began to struggle. I flexed my body and groaned through the ball gag in my mouth. Daddy raised an eyebrow at me. He quickly flipped me onto my stomach and spanked me so hard and swiftly I yelped in pain.

“Baby. Do not try that again.”

Scared but turned on, I complied. Daddy effortlessly packed me into the duffel bag as if I were nothing more than a pile of towels. Looking down at me through the open zipper, Daddy saw my pleading eyes. He smirked and zipped the bag shut, filling my vision with darkness. Lifting the bag from its straps, again reminding me how powerful he truly is, I felt Daddy carry me through the house towards the front door. I heard a jangling of keys, probably my house set which hangs from a hook next to the entrance, and then the opening of the front door. Daddy stepped out into the cold night, me snug in the duffel bag at his side, and shut my door. I heard the dead bolt lock into place, relieved that he was not leaving my home open for the world to receive. He then headed down my front steps towards the street where his car was parked. I’m assuming. I heard a trunk open and then felt Daddy lower my bag into it with a thud. The zipper was swiped open and I was greeted with Daddy’s face lit by the dim street lamps. He was smiling down at me, with the same wicked humor in his eyes.

“Your mine for the weekend baby. Now the real fun begins.”

He again zipped the bag shut and I heard the trunk slam shut. Next, I heard the driver side door open and close, followed by the car engine revving to life. Soon we were in motion, driving to who knows where. Horny out of my mind with a raging boner, I couldn’t help but feel nervous again. What had I gotten myself into?