Responding to a dominant man for the first time

The gay bar I sometimes frequent is closed for the rest of the month. Bummer. I check out a few other places. I'll need to go out of town to find any decent place to hang out. 

I usually look for younger guys to meet. I've only been with two, actually. And one of them was a sissy boy who did whatever I told him to do. I had a lot of fun, and I want more. The place I found was 4 hours away. I reserved a hotel room and drove over. 

Jerry was older and a little aggressive. I always thought of myself as the alpha male. And I'm almost 50. I ignored him at first, then had to ask him to leave me alone a couple of times. The bartender told me he was OK. Maybe I should give him another chance. 

Was I sending some weird signal that made him think I'd be interested in an older, domanant type of guy? Was it that I was from out of town? The bar wasn't very busy anyway. This was going to be a bust. He bought me another drink. I let him sit next to me at the bar. 

He got a little too close. He acted as if I should just do whatever he told me to. 

I tried one more time to shut him down. "I'm just here for the night. I don't have any plans to hook up with anyone tonight."

He liked what I told him. "You have a hotel room? Great. Take me there and I'll fuck you like my bitch. I'll show you what's like to be some ones cock slut"

No one ever talked to me like that before. I'm a mid-age guy, in good shape, and pretty tall, too. Why would he think I'd be anyone's bitch?

I finished my drink and decided to call it a night. Jerry wasn't giving up. 

"Let's go to the head and I'll give you a little taste of what I'm like."

I did need to pee. But I wasn't wanting to find out anything more about him. 

"How about we call it a night, buddy? I'll call you if I'm interested." He had already given me his business card. He owned some sort of construction company.

He followed me into the restroom. He took my arm pushing me against the wall. I didn't really try to resist all that much. What the fuck? He pinned my arms behind my back and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He held me there for a long time. I let him kiss me. 

He let me go. We used the toilets and walked out. He leaned in close and told me I wanted it. He told me he was going to give it to me. We walked out to the parking lot together. 

"Look, buddy. I'm not interested."

"I think you are, bitch. You didn't stop me back there. You won't stop me when I put you in my truck either. Get in the truck, bitch."

The door was open and he was waiting. I stood there in disbelief. My keys are in my hand. He looked at me one more time. 

"Get in the fucking truck." 

His taste was still in my mouth. Beer and cigarettes. My arm was a little sore from his grip. What was with this guy?

I put my keys in my pocket, walked to the passenger side of his truck, and got in. "

My hotel is the Best Western on 5th."

Before we left the parking lot he leaned over and kissed me again. He took my hands and pulled them in front of me, holding them together. 

"Don't move. I'm going to tie you up a little, because that's the way I like it " I was nervous, but I didn't move. In his glove box were some plastic straps. He wrapped one around my wrists and zipped it up tight. "Just stay put. You'll be fine."

"I'm going to gag you. Because that's the way I like it." He waited for me to respond. I couldn't speak. I looked down at my tightly bound wrists. I didn't want to look at him. I looked away. I slowly nodded. "That's a good bitch."

In the center console was a roll of black cloth tape. It made a ripping sound when he pulled a long piece off the roll. "You're going to like this part. I promise." Out of his pocket came a few red handkerchiefs. He balled them up and put them in front of my face. I glanced at the wad and pressed my mouth closed. It was a lot to go in. I wasn't too happy with this. He took my jaw in one hand, squeezing it, "You'll have to do better than this. Open up for me." I opened my mouth but only slightly. He had to push them in. 

The tape was thick and sticky. It covered my entire mouth, under my nose to the bottom of my chin. It went all the way from one side of my face to the other. Ear to ear. He pressed it tightly against my skin. The wad of hankies was pushed in even further. This should be it. I've done what he asked. I was still wondering what the fuck I was doing here. "You look good. I like this. Now let's get you in the back."

Out of the cab, into the back seat. He put the seat belt on me, pulling it tight. A plastic strap around my knees, another around my ankles. One more binds my wrists down to the strap by around my ankles. The roll of tape comes out again. Wrapping more of it around my face and head. Securing the gag. Then a handkerchief covers my eyes. I'm blinded. 

"I told you that you would like this part. All you submissive fucks like to be bound, gagged, and helpless. Just like this." 

I was in trouble. But, he was right. I dreamed of being bound and gagged, just like this. The sticky tape, secure bindings, and blindfold made me feel like I was totally helpless, and in his control. How did he know?  What the fuck?

We didn't go to my hotel. He took off the blindfold and walked me through an old garage, then down a cement stairwell. "It's ok. I am going to have my fun with you, then I'll take you back."

I was on my knees, chained to the wood post by my wrists. He force-fed me his cock and fucked me for a couple of hours. I actually enjoyed being tied up, having him dictate the action. When he had come 3 or 4 times, we were finally done. He pushed me into a shower then let me dress. Before he took me back to my car, he strapped my hands behind my back and used the tape to gag me again. "I know you like this." with me again bound and gagged, he pulled out my cock and jerked me off.

 "You're my little bitch now, you know? The next time you think about fucking someone, you're going to think about me fucking you instead. You're going to be back. And the next time, I'm not going to be so nice. I'll treat you like a bitch, just the way you want it."

I came in his hands. He just laughed and smeared my sticky cum all over my face. He cut off the straps and left me next to my car. I was still tape gagged and dripping with cum. It was dark, but early morning. I drove home with the tape still over my mouth and my face still dripping with cum. I'm not sure what happened to me that night, but I'll never forget it.

Billy