Disclaimer: This story contains strong nonconsensual themes exploring gay men dominating and using straight men and may be upsetting to some people, please do not read if this is not to your taste.
The First
The car moved through the neighborhood, which was in a less reputable area of the city. I pulled up at the address I had been given by Mr. Mitchell early, the night sky dark, and the nervous anticipation dissipated. It was replaced by frustrated confusion and stark disappointment. It was just a parking lot, two abondoned brick buildings on either side, a metal fence to the back. So many questions, a decent amount of lustful frustration, and curiosity all felt very unsatisfied in that moment. I coped by parking in the lot, stepping out of the car, and lighting a Marlboro red. The flame engulfed the end of the cigarette and I inhaled the ember glowing with each drag. I thought about Mo, the strange man who had recordings of him, and just exactly what it was I was expecting to get out of this...hell I could end dead in this parking lot. As creepy and vaguely sinister as the man had been, I sensed he was no danger to me. Otherwise I wouldn't have followed my libido to this parking lot.
Then once I was about halfway done with my cigarette and entertained these thoughts, a limousine pulled up and parked across a few spaces. The driver got out, came around, and opened a rear door and the mysterious Mr. Mitchell exited and greeted me. "You smoke, that's a good sign." I just took and drag, looked at him, and looked at the limo. It was a stretch, then I eyed the driver who stared ahead not looking at either of us. "So what's this all about?" He walked up to me and pulled out a cigar, removed the cap with a little guillotine cutter, and lit it with a match. I pulled out my phone and checked the time...it was straight up ten o'clock when he said he would be there. I guess I had been early. He puffed and let the smoke lazily leave his mouth. "You like creeping on straight men, why?" I paused and genuinely thought about it. "I suppose there's something about their masculinity I find desirable, and since they are unattainable part of me finds a few creepy looks and fantasies..." He looked at the phone in my hand, "...and creepshotted recordings...are a way to capture them. I know I can't really have them, but in that way I can." He looked up, "What if you could have them? Would you want to?" I thought of Mo and his gorgeous body. "Well, yeah, of course." He simply gestured to the limo and opened the door. I hesitated...then a voice said "fuck it" and I got in and he entered behind me and slammed the door.
I slid into a seat and immediately noticed several things at once. A large man in sunglasses next to me, Mitchell slamming the door, the luxury of the limo with a large wraparound seat, champagne on ice, glasses in little wall mounted holders. The limo moving. I noticed all of this, but mostly I noticed what the limo seating was wrapping around which took me so much by surprise I didn't think to object to being driven away from my car. In the middle of the limo was a man.
He was stripped naked and on his knees, ankles shackled with metal loops in the ground spreading his legs wide open, his wrists were cuffed together raised and secured with rope to a metal loop on the ceiling holding him in a forced forward position with his torso hanging forward, ass out behind him. He was caramel skinned and completely naked. He was about late 20s flat belly, defined pecs, with dark hair in rows that lead up to a kind of pom at the top of his head. He sported a dental gag that forced his mouth open showing off a pink tongue and rows of white teeth, he was looking around wildly, his taught defined muscles straining as he struggled. His exposed circumsized cock was flaccid, thick, and bounced in a bed of dark pubes as he strained his thighs trying to bring his legs together. The head was pink. He was sweating as if he'd been struggling in that position a while.
I just sat and stared at the athletic young man who raised his head to look as he let some spittle fly from his forced open full pink lips as he yelled incoherently, Mr. Mitchell took a puff of his cigar and the car began moving. "What do you think?" I thought a lot, 'was I in danger,' 'who was this naked man,' 'what was going on...' I also felt fear under which was the distinct warming feeling of lust centering in my pelvis. "Honestly, I have no idea what to think." I meant it. He moved from beside me down to the seating by the restrained muscle. "I'll tell you what I think," he placed a finger against the man's cock, making him rage pulling his defined abs back attempting to evade the lecherous man's molesting fingers, spittle dripping down his forced open lips and falling to his chest. The fingers ran up the chiseled body and ended with a flick at the man's right nipple, "I think straight men are sexual prey if you are wealthy and amoral and connected. I think I am all those things. And I think you would be connected if you and I were better friends...and would enjoy making them your prey too." I shifted and glanced at the large man in sunglasses beside me, he stared ahead without reacting.
"I...ugh..." Mr. Mitchell sat quiet a moment observing me. "Look, I get it, it's a lot at once. But you're clearly a gay pervert, you could go on leering at men, recording them in coffee shops. Or..." he gestured at the wriggling muscular stud, "You could join me, have some fun, and take advantage of the opportunity. Frankly I want to share my resources with a like minded deviant." He played with the young man's thick cock until it stiffened a little, while he struggled I noticed a tattoo on his right arm of some words I couldn't make out, "This one was a boxer until this morning, now a former boxer, the fighting blood is always rushing to their cocks. So...since you met me, got in the limo, and are here..." He positioned himself on his knees behind the man, running his dark hands up and down the victim's sides as the man thrashed in disgust. He let the words hang there like the man's coerced semi erection.
"What are you even asking me?" He paused, knelt between the splayed open defined legs, leaned his front against the muscular back, hands on the man's lats, and moved them in against the skin ending by rubbing the dark nipples. The man was almost completely smooth apart from his pubes. "Now? Or overall?" I paused, "Both." "Overall I'm asking you to join me stalking, snatching, abusing, using, and playing in every conceivable way with whatever straight buck you want full time. Even taking some of my direction in how we plan to use them and being willing to sometimes even get more nasty and sadistic than you might want. Or maybe just as nasty and sadistic as you want. Do this for me full time paid just so I can enjoy corrupting a fellow gay creep into a real predator." He pinched the small dark nipples and the guy cried out, a string of drool reaching the floor as his tongue lolled about. He had a very defined jaw, and appeared Latin, maybe mixed. "Hmm, his nips are a little smaller than I like, but he's a fine young buck." I just watched him molesting the exposed "former" boxer. "And what are you asking me now?" He slapped the man's firm ass. "Fuck him."
I looked at the muscular stud, sweaty, panting, wild wide brown eyes looking desperately for a way out while he wriggled shackled open legs and tied tensing arms-exposed. I noticed his pits were shaved and just had a little stubble coming back to them. They were wet with sweat from his struggle. His knees strained, shins supporting weight of his lower body as the suspended body swayed with the limo's movement hanging by those wrists tied from the ceiling. My cock twitched. Mr. Mitchell grabbed the little pom at the top of his head, jerked it to the side, and ran his tongue up his neck and stuck it in his ear. The man bucked and tried to jerk away, the older man just leaned in harder. The man grunted open mouthed in frustration and his pink tongue lurched out. I noticed his thick cock flopping around as the beautiful specimen was utterly humiliated by the exploratory older man. I couldn't help it, I wanted to be better than this, but I was incredibly turned on. And after all what did I have to lose? I was already in the limo, a hired complicit thug beside me, being driven to an unknown location. Even if I wanted to be a noble principled good person...I was really as at Mitchell's mercy as the "sex cattle" in front of me. And even if I wasn't...hadn't I pictured Mo just like that multiple times? Wasn't I into bdsm, always picturing a reluctant straight man at the center of my fantasies. It was like Mitchell knew.
I was open mouthed breathing heavy. My eyes kept lingering at the victim's body places where my host's dark fingers tickled and caressed. A nipple, a smooth thigh, against a tight stomach that attempted to retreat at his touch. Mitchell returned to the wraparound seating and slid back to the side where I sat with the emotionless thug between us facing the limo's restrained captive straight man. He leaned back, "Well? You can have heads or tails, don't really care, as long as you have fun." My blood was hot, I shifted as my cock hardened, the man hung forward with his head raised staring up as if he was waiting as much as Mr. Mitchell for an answer. I looked at the sunglass wearing thug again, he just continued staring ahead. I looked into my benefactor's twinkling eyes. "You just want to share..." I gestured to the victim, "...this? You don't want anything... else from me?" He laughed, "No, just a friend to share it all with. I'm not looking to fuck you, I have all the straight unwilling ass I want for lust and I'm fine romantically. I just want a friend to share my toys with. And I'll pay you so well to do it you can quit whatever you do now to enjoy it full time." I shifted. Even if I didn't enjoy creeping and didn't have bdsm fantasies...quitting a shitty job in this economy I would have developed new interests. "So just...fuck him?" I was radiating heat, sensing my accepting tone the "cattle" thrashed more. Mitchell nodded, "Heads or tails?" He asked with a grin. I stared ahead..."Let's start with his ass and see where it goes."
Mitchell practically beamed. I got to the ground and moved behind the wriggling victim. I decided no matter where this was going later, I had to enjoy the moment. I swallowed, "Tell me about him," I stared at the horrified buck and reached out and squeezed a muscled ass cheek, they tensed and the man roared and thrashed even more, fingers going wild where his hands were tied together holding him up. I noticed every inch was evenly caramel colored, he had no tan lines.
"I figured you'd like some info before you pop a tight straight cherry. I was the same. In the future we can pick them out more specially. This one was a football player, then a little acting, then a boxer. Christian-Orthodox, seems to be a trend with the more toxically masculine set lately, and he is that for sure. Proud macho who would call himself an 'alpha' though I sense he's about to be brought down a peg." The man shook his head, "Euck ooo ucking aghut!!!" He raged, I only made out some of a string of more attempted words, mostly slurs and curses. Mitchell continued, "Pretty sure he's fucked around, doesn't drink, eats clean, trained that body daily just to be drugged and wake up here for this."
I unzipped my pants and unbuttoned my shirt. I pulled my now throbbing cock out and let it fall between the two tanned glutes. His warm smooth skin on that struggling body felt good against my erection and I took hold of myself and guided up against a tight pulsing hole. Mitchell got up and opened a compartment and produced a lube dispenser, "Best to use some, this fucker will be tight. But you don't have to." He handed it over and I chose to drizzle some on myself and got some on my fingers and rubbed against the bud. I moved up and down the ass along his crack, then slid a finger in and out the insanely tight hole. The bitch yelled in a blind rage as I tuned him out and was mesmerized by the way his virgin hole pulled against my finger. I worked it a bit then set the container down, and guided my cock home. My head throbbed and pressed against the tightly puckered sphincter at first, then breached the desperately flailing body's defenses and eased in slow to start. The sound was a loud bellowing grunt. Then I heaved against his flesh, gripping the smooth skin at his hips, and fucked.
As the man bucked violently and yelled I just gripped tighter and thrust deeper. I felt my hips slam into him, his thighs tensing and body sweating as I repeatedly fucked deep into him, his tight warmth enveloping my cock with each penetration. I leaned against his muscular back as the limo continued it's way to whatever our destination while my cares melted away. I gave no thought to the men watching, the encounter at the coffee shop, the future. I just enjoyed fucking a tight straight ass forcefully, pitching into the increasingly screaming stud. I grabbed his ridiculous little pom of hair and pulled his head back, arching him back into me as I raped him. His exposed Adams apple danced up and down with his pained yelling. I leaned in, my cock now rock hard inside, and moved a hand down and slapped his cock hard. He yelped, then I reached down from his hair and yanked his cock and balls pulling him against me. He shrieked and I moved my other hand down too hold the grip pulling him back over me using his cock to control him.
I pulled back on his genitals and fucked deep with my hips and went on for several minutes squelching deep into the man and making him let out a symphony of anguished increasingly higher pitched yells, a hot contrast to his formerly deep bellowing. Finally I shuddered and gushed inside, cumming up his ass with one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced. I gripped tight and pulled his tender bits down and he reared up and back against me, I held his genitals as he broke down and sobbed, completely shattered as he was cracked open by another man with his balls in a vice grip of ecstasy. I held myself there in that moment, then released and his hips fell and my cock flopped out of his broken pussy with a gossamer strand of cum connecting us.
I stood up, still erect, the ability to feel the limo's movements returning as I came down a bit from the euphoria I had just experienced. I had completely given into raping that man. I had liked it, LOVED it, and I didn't even regret it. The man hung, drenched in sweat, panting below me, and I locked eyes for a moment with an enraptured Mr. Mitchell, not smiling just observing with a wide eyed appreciation.
I felt I wanted to thank him with something more. I grinned, moved in front of the slab of athletic masculinity utterly broken, gripped his stupid hair, and shoved my still erect cock down his open throat, his sobbing turned to gagging. "Taste it you bitch," I slid my member wet with cum and the sweat of his ruined ass down and let him gag on it a while, throat bulging and eyes tearing until the erection was fully spent and receded. His pink tongue hot and wet against me. I slid out of his gullet, wiped my cock against his smooth tan face sporting wide bloodshot tearing eyes, and dressed. I methodically put myself back together, underwear up, pants zipper, shirt buttoned. I sat on the seat and slid back over within a foot of Mr. Mitchell, his eyes shining. "BRAVO!"
I just sat, a peaceful expression on my face and watched the limp broken body, sweat and muscle, hang defeated before us drooling and crying from a low hung head between slumped muscular heaving shoulders. I remained facing the mess of a man and flicked my eyes to Mitchell, "Thanks." He let out a laugh that was half surprise half delight, "You are welcome my friend. So you're with me?" I shifted, reality coming back a little from the crazy I had just let overtake me, but to my surprise feeling no regret. The limo came to a stop. "I suppose I am."
"Then let's begin your education."
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