Seattle Karaoke bar experience

when I was dating girls we went to this bar in Seattle. There are several private karaoke rooms and a big lobby with a bar and lots of people singing silly songs badly. Our friends warned us it was in the gay part of town. I didn't care about that. I don't live where there are any gay parts of town or any gay either. We just wanted to have some fun. 

There were lots of people there. It didn't seem like a gay bar. And it wasn't. It was nice. There was a group of girls out for a bachelorette party or something. Everyone was having fun. We spent a couple of hours in the private room. Just us 4. Drinking and Goofing around singing. When our reserved time expired, we were just drunk enough to get in line to sing a song in the bar in front of all the other drunks. That was fun too. "Don't stop believing" by Journey. it was great. 

Why did that guy whistle when he walked past me in the bathroom? I'm in my late forty's. I guess I look like a daddy figure to most of these guys in their 20s and 30s. I wondered how easy it would have been to follow him into the stall and make out. Maybe more. I remembered he was cute. Tall and dressed nicely. We took an Uber home and I forgot about the place. 

My boss gave me an assignment in Seattle for a week. I would be doing training in another branch there. I started thinking about the bar.

It took a while to find it. There is more than one karaoke bar in Seattle. I got lucky and remembered what the place looked like from the outside. The first night in town I called an Uber and headed over for a drink and to check the place out again. It was early evening so it was only half full. Mostly guys. I sat at the bar, looking around. There was a mix of guys to choose from. Older, younger, straight-looking, and very gay. I got hit on almost immediately. 

"Hello. I'm Charles. I work at the University. You seem like you might be looking for someone. Maybe I can help."

Charles was a little older than me. Very well-groomed and polite. I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I told him so. 

"Well, I have a vast amount of experience in all sorts of things. I am a professor. Maybe I can help you find what you're looking for?"

His hand was on my shoulder. He was standing right next to me. He liked me. What the fuck do I do now?

"I think I'd be open to some training. I'm a little shy. It's hard for me to talk about some stuff. You know?"

He was rubbing my shoulder and leaning in closer to me. 

"I like shy. How shy are you? Do much training would you think you'd need?" He squeezed my arm firmly. "This sort of training?"

I looked at his hand on my arm. I looked up at him. His eyes were staring through me. Not blinking. He squeezed my arm harder. I slowly nodded.

"Let's use the restroom before we go."

With that, he lifted me off my stool and pushed me back to the bathrooms. His hands were on my shoulders, directing me. He dragged me into a stall and pushed me back against the door. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. 

"You're going to do whatever I tell you to. Aren't you?"

There was a long pause. I was about to piss my pants. And not because I needed to pee. He was right in my face. He was waiting for my answer. I gulped. 

"Yes sir."

He gave me a little kiss on my lips. Then back out the door we went.

His BMW didn't look like one a college professor could afford. Neither did his condo. Before we got out of the car he tried to pull my jacket off. Well, halfway anyway. My arms were pinned at my sides in the sleeves. He left me like that as he walked around the car to open the door for me. 

"Get out of the car, bitch."

Why was I hard? I guess he called it. He knew how to push my buttons. Maybe he does have the experience he claims. The professor is a smart man. He pulled my jacket around my arms tighter. We walked together up the steps and into the house. In the middle of the living room, where was a wonderful view of the space needle, he pushed me down on my knees.

"Stay there. I have some surprises for you, my little bitch."

I fumbled with the jacket loosening it. I heard him rummaging around in the next room. 

"Would you prefer a ball or some tape for your gag, my dear?

Before I could answer, or bolt out of the house, he rushed back into the room and grabbed me. Keeping me down on my knees, he expertly lassoed a leather belt around my body. My arms were tucked in tight to my sides. He took my head in his hands. "Let's start here."

His warm wet tongue slipped between my lips. His mouth was on mine. He didn't stop. Holding my head and kissing me like we had been lovers forever. I did my best to put up a defense. But I quickly gave in and let him roll his tongue around in my mouth. I was drooling. He was sucking my tongue and lips. My shirt was becoming unbuttoned. His was off. Under the conservative attire was an array of large, violent tattoos. He was almost completely covered in them. After what seemed like hours of kissing and molesting me, he took a ball from his pocket and popped it into my mouth. The strap looped around my head and buckled so the ball stayed put. 

He reached into my pants. His hand was gripping my cock and balls hard. "lets' get to the fuck chamber. Ok?"

I slowly nodded.

I didn't know these condos had a downstairs. The basement was dark and lonely. A room was set up like a guest room. A bed and a small dresser. On the wall was a disturbing painting of a woman hanging from a tree. Blood was everywhere. He had me kneeling in front of the bed. All my clothes came off. He squirted lube all over his hands. One of them he shoved up my ass crack. The other one was stroking my cock. I was moaning like a bitch.

"You love this, don't you? If you are a good little whore, I'll let you suck my cock before I fuck you just the way you want to be fucked."

Just then two slippery fingers entered me all the way in. I felt myself release and cum all over the floor. I almost passed out. I let out a gasp through the tight ball gag. "Holy fuck!"

I'm kneeling again. My wrists were cuffed out to each side. One to the headboard and the other to the footboard. Facing the bed. He is sitting on the bed in front of me. My face is in his crotch. I guess I'm just happy to have that ball out of my mouth. He has tattoos on his dick too. His hands are holding my head, guiding me up and down. He doesn't seem interested in coming any time soon. He just likes the feeling of my sucking mouth around his hard cock. My ass is wet and cold. The lube is still dripping out of my butt. I've never been violated before. He had those fingers up there pretty deep. I'm wondering when that will start again. 

I choked and gagged and drooled and spit cum everywhere. Coughing it out of my mouth. Some of it was dripping out of my nose. Fuck! He left me there, chained to the bed, while he used a towel and cleaned up. 

"That was pretty good. But you need a lot more practice, my dear."

He was considerate enough to wipe my face clean with a towel. But then he began pushing the wet towel into my mouth. More and more. Until it was filled completely. Then a quick wrapping all the way around my head of clear plastic tape holding it in. Then the big surprise was a long fat butt plug shoved inside me. I tried to speak. I tried to cry out. I tried to beg for him to remove it. "Mummph! Mummph! Mummph!" It was much too late. 

"After I have a beer and a smoke, I'm coming back down here to fuck your brains out, bitch. You can think about that for a while. HA!"

I did think about it.

Back in the room with me, he asked if I was having a good time. I just stared back at him. Not knowing how to respond. Still gagged very well with the cum soaked towel. 

Was I having a good time? I've cum harder than I can ever remember. I asked to be trained. I'm certainly learning what it's like to be a cock slut for a kinky gay man. I've had a big fat cock in my hands and mouth all evening. Is this what I wanted? Is this what I am? Who I am? "Mummph."

I nod.

He is stroking my cock again. It feels good. Wet and slippery. I might cum again. Then it all stops. He wraps a thick rubber band around my whole package. Then around my cock. It's tight and doesn't feel all that nice. Standing in front of me, he wraps his hard cock and big hairy balls up in a similar fashion. He pops a couple of pills in his mouth and takes a drink of beer.

"Viagra. A double dose. Just for you."

I guess he made love to me for a while. It was smooth and easy. It's a good thing too. My ass wasn't taking his cock very well. He felt me up, grabbed my nipples really hard, squeezed my cock, slapped my ass, pulled my hair, all of it. After I was well broken in, he started hammering me pretty hard. I fell forward against the bed, exhausted. But he didn't stop. I think I passed out. I remember him finally cuming up my ass. But that's about it. My wrists were sore from the leather cuffs. And all the rest of me was pretty sore too. But I felt... fulfilled? Ha! My slobbering mouth and tight little virgin ass were sure filled up tonight. 

There was some cheesecake waiting for me upstairs. There was an offer to take me home or pay for an Uber. I used my phone and already had one coming. He slipped a University business card in my pocket and kissed me on the cheek as I was heading out the door. It was 3 in the morning! I checked my pocket for his name. Oh yeah. It was Charles!