Bondage dreams come true

I've been sort of gay, or bi or something for a long time. I've always been a bit confused. But after a poor showing with girls in high school and after, I had a few fun gay experiences. After going through several boyfriends I finally stuck with one for a few years. Gerry was a little older than me but much less mature. A bit of a sissy really. We tried all sorts of gay loving but he was always wanting to be topped and I did too. It worked for a long time, but after that, he drifted away and we split up. 

I was alone for a year. I didn't even have any one-nighters. Then one day my phone buzzed. Buck, as he called himself, said we need to meet. He had been with Gerry for a while and based on what Gerry told him about me, he was interested. 

I tried talking to Gerry about Buck. But he wasn't talking. he said Buck was an asshole and I should run away as fast as I can. But Buck seemed ok to me on the phone. I met him anyway.

At the bar, we talked for a while. He said Gerry gave him some info about me. How I always wanted to be a slut for dominant men. How I'd dreamed of being kidnapped and used as a slave and turned into a whore. I told him those were not the correct stories, even though they were. 

Buck was a long, tall guy. Black slicked-back hair. He had a naughty gleam in his eye. The kind of guy that makes you really nervous. Like there was shit running around in his head you never want to know about. . He was that kind of guy. He whispered to me after we had finished our third beer. 

"Let's go to my house. When we get there I'm going to tie you up and fuck you. I'm going to fuck you hard, like a bitch who owes me money. I've got all the 'whips and chains'. After that, I'll invite a few of my friends over to fuck you. No, I'll invite a lot of my friends over to fuck you. What do you think about that?"

All my long-lost fantasies and dreams ran through my head. All the wishes and requests to my numerous lovers over the years. All of them had come true. Right now. All at the same time. One time. Right here. What was I going to do?

I took a last swallow of beer. The fact he was so verbal and specific made my skin ripple with goosebumps. I wasn't looking at him. I was looking out the window of the bar. 

"I suppose we should go then, shouldn't we?"

In the car, he wanted to make a few things clear. He roughly took my wrists in his hands, holding them at my sides. 

"We better be on the same page. You are my bitch. And I'm going to be your Master. You're going to suck me off on the drive home. That starts right now. And after that, you're going to do anything else I tell you to do. Got it?"

I thought I'd enjoy being ordered around. But I didn't know I'd like it this much. I just stared back at him. I nodded.

I almost choked on his long stiff cock in the car. He kept forcing my head down at the worst times. I wanted to come up and he wanted me down. He just kept pushing. The car stopped. I thought we were at our destination. But we were in a parking lot. He stopped to scold me. My fingers were wrapped around his cock and my mouth was wet and drooling. 

"I can tell you need some serious cock sucking lessons. Don't worry. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a pro. Until then, just jerk me off. But when I give you another chance, you better work a lot harder."

My head was on his shoulder as I stroked him. We drove home silently. I was so embarrassed I was crying a little. In the driveway, he waited until I made him cum. He ordered me to suck up the Jizz and swallow it all. I've never been a very good cum eater. He called me a pathetic excuse for a fag.

We watched a video on his big screen TV for a few minutes. He said this would get us in the mood. It was my buddy Gerry. He was hogtied and ball gagged like a pig. Buck was on him shoving his cock up Gerry's ass, pounding him with no mercy. Gerry was crying and trying to scream through the tight ball gag.
"Be a good cock sucker and I won't rape you like that", was his warning.

Over the next couple of hours, he throat fucked me three times. I was on my knees with my hands tied behind my back. I choked and gagged and tried to cry out for him to stop. He slapped my face a lot, trying to keep me from complaining. I loved it. He loved it. I didn't know a guy could cum so many times. He was a stud. 

I kept thinking and worrying about when he might fuck me. I've only been fucked once. And that was two years ago. Gerry wasn't into fucking me. He wanted me to fuck him instead. But Buck was content using my mouth and my throat for today, anyway.

Later he asked me if I wanted to come back next week. I guess he was asking. It seemed more like an order really. 

"You're coming back next Saturday morning at 9 o'clock, aren't you?"

I shyly nodded. 

I don't know exactly what he has in mind for me. I guess that's part of the excitement I'm feeling. I do still have the visions of him raping my old boyfriend in my mind. Is that what I've got to look forward to? My face is sore from his slapping. My jaw is really sore from all the cock sucking. I've sort of got the throat thing figured out, even though he says I've got a lot more to learn. We will see how this all goes. Maybe I'll stick around with this guy for a while.

Billy