Gay or Not Gay?

I've always wanted to someone's gay crush. But it never happened. But I wasn't going to walk into a club and announce I'm gay and hope someone responds. I have a reputation to protect. I come from a nice family. I was sure the only way I'd ever 'give in' to my fantasy of being someone's gay fuck toy is if I was tricked or even gently forced to do it. Thus, my preoccupation with gay bondage porn. I like seeing a crossdresser or a sissy be caught in drag and blackmailed into having sex with a big hung guy too. That was my favorite fantasy. I've tried on many of my mom's and sister's pretty underwear. I like it. Oh my, if a man would catch me like that! What would happen?

Jay from this sire emailed me the other day. he said he could fulfill my fantasy for me. He lives across town and has a van that he uses to do flower deliveries. Before I know what happened the van is at my front drive. Jay is standing by the front door, knocking. We had been texting and I was supposed to be in panties and a corset from my mom's closet. He would 'catch' me and drag me away into his creepy kidnap van. He is tall, fat and pretty creepy looking. Perfect!

I carefully open the front door and peek out. Jay tells me to let him inside. He has a delivery for me. He has some flowers and a pair of handcuffs in his hands.

Moment of truth.

Do I? Do I let him in and see me? Am I gay? Are I not gay? Am I going to let this weird stalker type handcuff me and do who knows what else to me? I've imagined and dreamed of a moment like this my whole life. What am I supposed to do? I can feel the blood rushing from my face. I'm sweating. I look down to see the girly underwear I'm in. I put this on for him. I'm here with my door ajar. What the fuck?

The door opens, pushing me back into the hall. "Oh what a pretty little whore you are!" Jay loudly announces. The door closes behind him. "Get on your knees and shut up, bitch." Jay is playing the part well, I hope. I'm backing up away from him. He is moving toward me faster than I am backing up. I reach out to push myself away. He roughly takes my arm and twists me around. 'Click' goes a handcuff. "Ouch, that's tight, Jay." His hand pushes me from behind against the hallway wall. 'Thunk' I hit the wall hard. My other hand is pulled behind me, finishing the cuffing activity. I'm trying to complain and play the victim, so surprised and trying to resist. He moves close to me. He smells like he hasn't showered all week. His face is unshaven and bristly. He whispers in my ear. "You're going to shut the fuck up or I'll haver to gag you like a slave. So shut up, bitch."

I guess that was my cue. "Fuck you, you bastard, I'm going to scream!" But of course, I don't. Yet. "So that's how this is going to be?"

As he is saying that, my mouth is forced open with a thick rag or washcloth. It puffs my cheeks out and fills my mouth up quickly and completely. "Mummphh!" 

I hear some tape being pulled from the roll then see a long clear piece in front of my face. He pulls it tight around my mouth and the back of my head.. Around and around several times. The cloth in my mouth is pressed inside even deeper. His hand slides down my back to my ass, squeezing my cheek. Then he forces his hand between my cheeks and tries to shove a finger in my ass right through my pretty pink panties. More chatting... "I'm going to fuck you so hard and so long you wont shit for a week, bitch."

My garage door opens and he drives the van inside. I'm thinking he is going to fuck me right here then leave. With all that has happened already, I'd be fine with just that. But not so fast.

He leads me out into the garage and pushes me inside the back of the van. I expected to see flowers and shelves and that sort of thing. And there is some of that in the front half of the van. But behind a sliding door halfway back, there is an area that looks like a sex dungeon. A heavy comforter or sleeping bag on the floor. Two chains with leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. It's lined with thick heavy padding like a prison cell for crazy patients. I'm lying on the soft, thick flooring, in a silent, padded cell, dressed like a pathetic slut, cuffed and tightly gagged. I'm fucked. And I'm going to be. We don't stay at my home or in the van and fuck here. We drive away.

Once we finally stop, it's dark outside. I only know this because he opens the security door in the van to let me out. We are back in the woods somewhere. It's cold, dark and very secluded. I'm nervous. He can tell. He likes it.

"You're going to get out this one way only. Otherwise, I'll leave you out here to walk home all night. It's going to be 30 tonight. And the sissy clothes you're wearing aren't going to keep you very warm. You get it? Fuck or walk, bitch."

My eyes are fuzzy from me crying a little. The cuffs hurt. I can't stand this fucking gag in my mouth. I think this is just some play acting on his part, but I'm dot really completely sure. I slowly nod my head.

"Good girl."

The next thing I know I'm kneeling with my hands in the leather cuffs up over my head. The tape and the rag in my mouth are gone, thank God. Jay crawls into the back of the van with me, naked and sporting a pretty big hard on. The security door loudly closes and locks. He rubs up against me, still smelling like a sweaty old man. His mouth opens and he kisses me, right on the lips! His tongue slips in. His hands start to grab and grope my panties and bra. He likes me in them. Next he moves up bringing his cock right into my face. "Be a good girl and swallow it all, bitch."

I tried really hard. He wouldn't cum. he was really hard, breathing in and out, feeling like it should be any second, but it didn't happen. "You suck like shit, you pathetic wannabe faggot."

As he moves in behind me, still rock hard and throbbing, he grabs my 'tits' hard and tells me more. "I was going to do this either way. This way I'll blow an extra big load up your sissy ass."

Before he slapped my ass cheeks and violated me, he put a wide sticky piece of rubber tape over my mouth and all the way around my head. Fuck, gagged again!

I could my moans and outbursts echoing around the small chamber even though there was padding everywhere. he liked me trying to scream, squirming and struggling to resist. "Keep this up, and I will make this a weekly this, you stupid cunt."

I liked him calling me girl names. I liked him fucking me like I was a kidnapped girl in his abduction van.  I liked the feeling when he blew that huge load up inside me. He pushed and grunted and grabbed my 'tits' so hard they were red and sore until Thursday. 

I don't remember him taking me home. I woke up in my bed, still wearing some of the girly underclothes I'd had on the night before, but not all of them. I think he kept my panties for a trophy or something. My tits, mouth and butt hole were all pretty sore. But they were actually a nice reminder that it had all really happened. And I wasn't gay. I was just a victim or circumstances. I'd been tricked, duped, seduced and caught being a pervert, dressed in mom's underwear. I felt better about myself. I checked the text on my phone from the night before. I still have his number. I wonder if he might want to kidnap me again sometime?