Author’s Note: This is a true story. Certain dialogue was embellished, but all events occurred exactly as written. Trust me, I remember.
The calm lapping motion of the Great Lake outside our cabin was like the perfect white noise machine. Here in this picturesque rural town, where old wood cabins dotted the coastline, I felt a type of relaxation becoming all too rare in my life. My boyfriend, Rich, had told me a few days ago to pack my things. We were going to spend the week at his family cabin in Ontonagon, a tiny village of less than 2000.
I lay on my stomach in the dim orange lights as early stars twinkled outside. There were so many out here. So unlike New York. The perfect oasis to finally catch up on writing my novel. The scritch of my pencil mixed with the sounds of the waves, a few birds.
Then, a sharp slap of skin against jeans, and a yelp escaped my lips. I turned and saw Rich, a dark smirk on his face, rubbing my ass where he’d just walloped me.
“Really?” I said, trying to feign annoyance.
“Not my fault,” he said, deep voice murmuring. “Ass on display like that. You’re asking for it.”
“I’m wearing pants,” I said with a huff.
“Yeah… that is a problem,” Rich said.
I turned over and stared up at him. His piercing gray eyes, taking me in like a piece of meat on sale. His large muscular arms. His mountain of chest hair that stuck out from his well-worn black t-shirt. And his full beard, that mix of brown and auburn that felt like home against my skin when he kissed me.
He climbed on top of me, the twin bed squeaking from his weight. “Well Lewis, what am I gonna do with you?”
I felt my breath hitch. Goddamn, the primal part of my brain just wanted to give into him right now. But I’d finally gotten into the groove writing my latest chapter.
My lips traced his shirt until I got to his thick neck. Planting gentle kisses, then starting to suck until I heard deep moans escape his lips. His hips began to grind against my stomach, nearly crushing me under his weight. Fuck, even years together and no man could make me feel so small.
“Good slut,” he said, growling.
My lips worked all the way to his ear. Tongue teasing the inside until I felt shivers course through him.
His member was rock hard in his pants. God, I loved how turned on he was by me. How lucky I was to have found a man who wanted someone as submissive, and subservient, and slutty as I was. But also… I could be a total brat.
“Honey…” I whispered. “I need to work on my novel tonight.”
He stopped grinding on me. With all my strength, I rolled myself back over and grabbed my notebook and pencil again, trying to ignore the 200 lbs of muscle on top of me.
A snort escaped his lips. “Oh fuck no. You’re not pulling that.”
“I’m serious, Rich. I’m so behind on finishing this chapter.”
“Sounds like a boy problem to me.”
His calloused hands reached out to grab my notebook.
“Hey!”
I yanked it out of reach, yelping in mock terror. Soon, he was pinning me down, one hand crushing my face to the bed so all I could see was black.
In the dark, the only thing I could feel was hot pressure, the slight slick of sweat, the slightly musky taste of the pillow my mouth was pressed against. I yelled into the pillow, thrashing uselessly against his superior strength as he grabbed the notebook from my hands.
“There. No distractions.”
“Fuck you,” I said, too muffled to have it reach.
“What? Did you say, thank you sir?”
Tight fingers wrapped around my neck and lifted my face up just enough to see light again. I ignored the semi growing in my pants. Or maybe because of it, I said what I did next.
“Maybe I’ll just refuse. What will you do then?”
There was silence. Then, the fingers let go and my head dropped back down. I spun around and looked up at Rich, who had a dangerous smirk on his face. The kind that only happened when a truly evil idea popped into his head.
“Oh… you want to be punished tonight, don’t you fag?”
I gulped down air. I did. Fuck, I did.
But we both liked it so much more when I pretended I didn’t.
Rich gestured. “Strip, boy.”
My mind began to race with what sort of fucked up task he was going to make me do. Blood began to flow to my cock, helplessly wanting someone to touch it.
“I said, strip.” He grabbed my shirt and pulled it off in one motion. Leaving my chest bare and exposed for his predator eyes.
I nodded, feeling my heart race. The buttons of my pants were tight as I undid them, and then my underwear and socks. In moments, I went from fully clothed to completely naked. Ready for the night, I lay on the bed and awaited the punishment.
A chuckle filled the room. Rich looked amused, like I was practically an idiot.
“W-what?” I asked, my cock rock hard.
“Tonight’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?” he asked, looking out the window. “And I was thinking… I haven’t showed you around Ontonagon much yet. Have I?”
My stomach dropped. What did that mean? I was already naked.
“Follow me. We’re going for a drive.”
He got up, and walked over to the door to the driveway. I stood frozen as I watched him lace his leather boots. My excitement began to mix with fear. What if someone… saw me like this?
“Sir…” I said, a soft breath.
Rich looked up at me as he finished the last tie. A large smirk on his face. “Aww, little nub soft already?” He walked over, his presence towering over me. Then, gripped his hands across my chest. And dug his fingers into my nipples in a harsh mix of pain and pleasure.
I gasped out, knees buckling from the sensation. “I… I don’t…” I tried to say, but it was like electricity had overloaded my brain.
“What? What’s wrong?” he said, a mocking coo.
“They’ll… they’ll… see,” I said with gasps. My brain played images of the old men who lived in the town, blue collar, unshaven, beers in hand at the bar. Or the young professionals taking their summer break, suits unbuttoned, ties loose, lounging on their yacht. Seeing me, knowing that I was a slut. Nothing but a faggot.
“You’re scared?” he asked, a wide grin on his face.
I nodded. My heart was pounding from the thought of being caught like this. He increased the pain on my nipples. And yet, god, that somehow turned me on even more.
“Thank you Sir,” I moaned out.
Rich laughed, low and slow. Then grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and led me to the door.
“Better run,” he said. He clicked his keys. But instead of his Honda CR-V unlocking, the trunk began to open up. “And don’t worry,” he said. “No one will see you in the trunk.”
The night air felt icy against my naked skin as I ran to the trunk of his car. The house flood light exposed me for all to see. Even though we were the only house for acres, the thought of someone driving by, walking their dog, or a million other freak reasons, made my heart race and dick leak.
Once my feet covered the rough terrain, I had to curl my body up and crawl into the trunk space. But I had made it. Only for… the trunk to remain open. Still totally exposed. Rich walked, hands in his pockets, looking like he was about to whistle a tune, as he strolled over to the trunk, and stared me down.
“Hope you’re comfortable, fag.” Without warning, he stuffed something in to my mouth with a grin.
Then he slammed the trunk on me.
A few moments later, he got into the driver’s seat and began to drive. Whatever he’d forced into my mouth, it smelled rank. I couldn’t speak with it in, and knew better than to try to spit it out. For however long the drive took, I was for all intents his hostage.
The radio came on, classic country music that dominated this area. Each bump in the road jolted my naked body. I couldn’t see anything. No windows, just a bit of light filtering down to where I lay cramped.
Thoughts filled my terrified mind. He could be taking me anywhere. A dingy bar to show me off to men. An old friend’s house to lend me to for the night. Or maybe just an abandoned beach, so we could stare up at the stars, kissing. That would be merciful. Still, I knew Rich. The chance I was getting to get off easy was not high.
There were enough turns I felt that whatever knowledge I had of the area was erased. My body rolled with each, the gag living up to its name from the sheer musk. Danger crackled behind the nonchalant country music playing, and Rich’s occasional whistling. I wasn’t his boyfriend anymore. I was an object in his trunk.
And for some reason I could never fully name, that made my cock rock hard. Knowing I was helpless to whatever sick plan he had in his head. That I existed just to make a man’s night a little more amusing.
Finally, the car slowed down. A few final turns, the sound of backing in, and then the engine turned off. Silence, complete and utter, took over.
I heard the door open, and Rich step out, then the door slam close. And then I was alone. Panic seized me. What if he just left me in the trunk? I tried to push against it, to find an opening. But there was none. Air felt tight. I felt so helpless and desperate. My throat strained in quiet cries against the gag, begging Rich to hear me.
But I was left to suffer in my cell.
Then, cold night air hit my skin, and my boyfriend’s gleaming eyes stared down at me.
“Fuck, those little moans of yours… I barely left you in there for five minutes.”
“Smmm, Smmm,” I said, the sorry sir lost to the gag.
He pulled me up and out of the trunk, then took me in from head to toe. We were in a dark clearing surrounded by trees, what looked like a walking path to the far end, and the entrance Rich must have driven in from the other. Rough gravel met my feet and the only light was the moon. “Even kept my dirty underwear in the whole time. Good boy.”
His fingers pulled out the gag. As realization of what I’d kept in my mouth for who knows how long hit me, I spit in disgust.
Rich rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that.” He pulled me to the passenger side and tossed me in, then met me from the driver’s side. “You deserve a reward.”
His fingers unzipped, and his stiff, fat cock stood tall. An involuntary moan of desire leaked out of me as I stared at it, transfixed.
“Suck it, faggot.”
My mouth was wrapped around his cock in an instant. The taste of him, warm, salty, musky, familiar, made me leak. I needed dick. I needed his dick, rammed down my throat, over and over again. It was a hunger nothing could truly ever satisfy, but that didn’t stop me from trying.
I went from his head all the way to his base, forcing my throat to take it all. Even as I gagged, I closed my eyes and did it again. And again. Needing this man to feel every ounce of pleasure I could give him.
Rich moaned out, and gripped the back of my head possessively. He slammed me in and out. Not a suggestion, a command. Suck. Get off. Suck.
Spit mixed in with his precum as his speed increased. “You know where we are, fag?” he asked, his voice low and intense.
I tried to say anything, but cock filled my mouth, my mind. My head moved violently so all I could see was his balls slamming in and out of focus.
“A hiking trail. Real popular during the day.” He let out a deep grunt, and pushed my head down to his base.
I struggled against his iron grip. But it was useless.
“Who knows if someone will come at night,” he said.
I forced my tongue to work his shaft as tears stung my eyes.
“They’ll see what a total, complete, stupid fag you really are.”
I shut my eyes closed and tried to hold down gags.
Then, he let up and I gasped in breath. His chest was heaving, his eyes wide and sweat forming on his brow. I could tell he was close from all the times I’d taken his load. Even though my body was shaking, I moved to suck him again. But he pressed my neck with his fingers to stop me.
“No boy. You haven’t been punished yet.”
I cocked my head. What did he mean?
“Uh huh, right,” I said with a nervous smile.
I’d been stripped naked, gagged, thrown in the trunk of an SUV, forced to suck cock. What else was he going to force me to do? But Rich didn’t smile back.
“Get out of the car.”
I swallowed.
The words were cold. There was no humor to them, no smirk. It felt like a slap to the face.
So I complied. I felt myself open the car door and step out, bare feet digging into the rough gravel. My nipples were hard against the wind whipping them, my balls shrunken. I turned to face my boyfriend who was safe and clothed in the car. While I was completely naked and exposed.
The sound of the door closed behind me with a slam.
I ran up to it, but saw the lock latch down. My fingers pulled helplessly, high pitched whines coming from my lips like a bitch. Inside, I saw Rich belly laugh, then the window start to come down. For a merciful second, I thought he’d let me crawl in through there. But it stopped just inches from the opening.
“I wanna see you cum,” Rich said. If I had said those words, they’d be begging, sweet, holy. He nearly spat them at me.
My eyes went wide. I didn’t… I couldn’t… I needed to get back in to safety, not out where anyone could drive up and see this naked fag with a raging hard on. The night was so quiet, so dark except for the moonlight illuminating my pale skin, it felt like if I took a step I’d wake something I shouldn’t.
“Please…” I begged softly.
“Take as long as you want,” Rich said with a cruel smile. Then sat back, like he was about to watch a Steelers’ game.
My heart was in my ears as I felt my body shake. I tried to swallow, but my throat felt dry. There was nothing else I could do. This was my punishment. This was what I got for being a bratty little faggot. Stripped naked and locked out in public, forced to jack off in the dead of night and cum on the dirt, praying no one saw me.
My cock stood tall and leaking. Fuck.
I gripped my shaft and began to stroke myself.
Rich watched, a lazy, brutal amusement on his face from the heated car. I told myself to focus on his gaze. Don’t think about the dark trees in every direction, hiding any number of watchers. The moonlight illuminating my skin glistening with a cold nervous sweat. The fact that I had no idea where I even was, or how close another person was to catching me like this.
Just focus on this man, and how much pleasure he was getting from watching me debase myself.
My strokes were long, frantic things. Sending waves of pleasure colliding with the fear. Mixing together like pleasure and pain did until they became one in my mind. With my other hand I began to play with my ass, fingering my hole.
Each little sound jolted me, snapping my head to that direction. A twig rustling, the flap of a bird’s wings. Just nature… right? There was no way of knowing. My breathing got heavy. His face watching me, so masculine, so amused at my distress… I loved it.
“Fuck… I’m close Sir,” I said.
“Move, fag,” Rich said, nodding to him.
I walked to his door, breath hitching. He opened it a hair. Then, his leather boot came out.
“Lick,” he commanded.
I dropped to my knees and began to worship his boot, as I double-timed my strokes.
“You know why I backed in?” Rich asked me.
I looked up at him, face wet from the saliva. Needing him to wreck me.
“Please Sir,” I begged. I was so close. I needed him.
“So that when someone comes,” he said, “I could drive away and leave you for dead.”
There was one motion, and I felt myself fall backwards in pain. He kicked me down to the ground with his boot, and shut the door behind him.
I looked up at him from the dirt, his rough beard, his hard eyes, his cruel, beautiful mind. Felt my naked skin against the hard ground. And lost myself.
Thick wads of cum shot over myself. I gasped in ecstasy as he watched me spill again and again, moaning from the ground, not caring who heard or saw. Just blinded by the pure pleasure.
I was a faggot. And nothing else had ever felt so right.
As my cock began to slow, a deep, contented smile appeared on my face. My chest was covered in my seed. God, I was a wreck. But I had pleased him, I thought. I got up, and pulled on the door, ready to be driven back to safety.
The handle didn’t budge.
For a moment, the world stopped.
Then, the car engine started.
I should have slammed my fist against the glass, should have begged, should have threatened. To this day, I replay what I should have done to stop what happened next.
But I just stepped back, and in disbelief, watched as he drove away.
There was a rumble that grew more and more distant, light fading back to black, and then, both became nothing.
I was abandoned.
For a few moments, it didn’t feel real. I knew that, somehow, this was a trick. That in a second or two I’d see the headlights flare and the CR-V would be back. Rich would be laughing his ass off at me, saying I deserved it, and pat the seat. And I’d go back with him.
But the light didn’t return.
Seconds turned to minutes.
My hard on became soft. And my anxiety that was gnawing exploded. I looked down at myself. My chest was covered in cum from jerking off to being locked out and naked. Why had I liked that? What kind of freak was I?
The forest seemed larger, louder, now that my man and his large car were gone. Even when he was mocking me, I’d seen him as my protector. Now, I was truly alone. No cell phone, no clothes, not even any idea where to go to get help. I looked around.
There was a hiking path, right? That was what Rich said it was. That… got people during the day? Maybe I could wait until daybreak. But God, that meant people finding me like this. The cum was beginning to dry on my chest.
I could try to follow the dirt road Rich had left. Maybe it led to a hotel, or a dumpster, someplace to dig for clothes. God, I should have chased him down.
Visions of every time Rich had looked down on me like I was nothing, had cum from calling me a faggot, had got off on seeing me in pain flashed before me. Maybe this had been his grand finale this whole time.
With a twitch, my own body betrayed me as my cock got a semi from the memories. I shook my head in disgust at myself. I’d liked every single one of those times. I really was just a faggot. In the dark of the night, I stared down at my pathetic cock.
Then why should this time be any different?
I stared up at the night’s sky. This was what Rich had wanted, huh? This was what had got him pleasure? Alright. I was going to do my part as always.
I let my left hand massage my nipples, sending waves of forbidden pleasure through me. Even though I had just came, the overwhelming fear, humiliation, and betrayal all combined to get me rock hard again in minutes.
If Rich wanted to leave me like this, I’d take it all. I moaned into the night. Maybe someone would find me. Maybe another man, eager to use a hole. That was what I was now. Just a hole.
The thought brought me closer to the edge. I was glad he left me like this. He’d made me that much more of who I really was.
Lights in the distance snapped me back to reality. I scrambled up, chest pounding a mile a minute. Precum dripped to the ground off my hand. Eyes snapped left and right. Fuck, I had to hide, now. Not even knowing where, I sprinted to a tree, sharp pain shooting up from the ground against my feet.
Moments later, a car’s blazing headlights blinded me. I couldn’t see anything. The engine died. A night time hiker? Another late night pair of lovers, here to makeout? My feet braced to sprint for the woods.
Then, a rough stomp echoed through the night. And a deep, steady voice that made me almost fall to the ground. “Lewis?”
I walked out into the clearing towards Rich, tears stinging my face. He was staring at my naked body, shaking his head.
“God, hard again already?” he asked, giving my cock a little slap when I was a foot away.
“I thought… you’d left,” I said, voice trembling.
“Just down the road. Probably felt like days, didn’t it?”
I nodded. He let out a low, hearty laugh.
“Less than 20 minutes. Let’s get you back in the trunk, boy.”
On the way back cramped in the trunk, it somehow felt like being wrapped in a blanket. Rich talked a bit. Told me he’d driven just far enough away so I wouldn’t see his car, and waited to make sure no other cars came by. He gave a big laugh when he recounted seeing me with a hard on. “Guess we got a new fetish for you.”
I imagined him waiting in the car while I was there naked, watching porn or catching up on the game. While I was having my stupid meltdown. Somehow it felt right. He was the safe anchor, I was the battered ship.
When we got back to the cabin, he opened the trunk, and before I could get out, scooped me up and carried me inside. I tried to protest, but nestled my head in his chest.
He lay me on the bed, and began to strip his clothes off for sleep.
“Oh, and when I was waiting in the car once I left you…” he said. And tossed something on my chest.
It was my notebook. The one I was writing my novel in.
Rich gave an honest smile. “It’s good. Really good. You need to write more of it.”
I bit my lip, and nodded. “Thanks,” was all I could say.
He climbed on top of me, staring down.
“But,” I said, the high of the night melting off. “You know this all started because I was trying to write?”
Rich laughed. He slid his underwear down. His cock was still rock hard, his underwear stained from leaks. “And you know I still have to cum?”
Both true. I stared into his eyes, and felt him take me.
THE END.
