I'm being forced against the wall in a dark basement of a strange home by a man I don't know. A long wide leather belt is wrapped around my body, pinning my arms to my sides. My mouth is silenced, covered with wide sticky black industrial tape. I can't speak, cry out, or beg for mercy. But my eyes must say it all.
"You want it like this don't you, bitch?"
:Mummphh!" I try to defend my stupid decision to accept his invitation. But it's too late. I'm in so fucking deep now, there is no turning back. He knows me. He knows all about me. I don't know how. I don't know him at all. I look into his scary, devious eyes. He has the lust of a serial rapist in them. I suddenly realize I'm hard. My cock is ready for this. My head isn't. What's going on? Why am I here? I realize I set this up. I answered his posts. I asked him to fuck me.
I slowly nod my head.
I find myself on my back, still tightly tape gagged, strapped down to an old rickety bed. It squeaks and rattles as we move on it. The small metal headboard is banging against the wall. He is on top of me, my knees pulled up by his shoulders. He is inside me, pounding away. He is using my tight little butt hole to pleasure himself. His face is right in mine. He is licking my neck, my cheeks, and the tape covering my mouth. His breath smells of whiskey. He is sweaty, smelly, and rough. His cock won't stop pushing. He is working his way in deeper with every thrust. I'm grunting and trying to scream.
He is rude and nasty. He wants me to despise him. he wants me to hate this. I'm trying to not hate it. I'm trying to take in the dream come true of being dominated and used by a rough, Dom man. But this is a lot. He is playing the role well. Weather he is just playing, or this is really what he is, I don't know. It's scary and erotic at the same time. I'm hoping he will finish and stop pounding me. Stop tormenting me. Stop it all.
"Mummphh! FUCK!" Snot it is spewing out of my nose.
"Shut up, bitch! You fucking faggot whore. I fuck faggots like you all the time. You're just a pitiful piece of shit, begging to be my cunt. Take it like a man, you little fuck! Take it!"
I guess I passed out.
I wound up in the bathroom, naked and showering. My wrists and mouth were sore from the bindings and gag. I was glad it was all over. Maybe once I'm home I can reflect on my desires and decide if I'm really on the right track.
The bathroom door opens. He's naked. He has a dildo in his hand. He has a BDSM harness in his other hand.
"Turn around and stand there, bitch." He orders. I obey. He buckles a collar around my neck. Then a chain extends down to leather bindings cuffing my wrists together in front of me. A belt wraps around my waist. The dildo is part of another harness. He juices it up and tells me to bend over. I hesitate.
"Don't make me force it, bitch."
I slowly turn and lean forward. A belt is positioned around my waist. Then a strap pulls up under my crotch. My cock and balls are squeezed into a tight rubber ring. I feel the cold lube and the tip of the dildo against my sore little hole.
This dildo is purple, blue and black with two big black balls for a base. It's long and fat, and has huge, ribbed veins all around and up and down its 10-inch length. The head is like a ball and is bigger around than the shaft. Before he slipped it in, which took a bit of work, he turned it on. The head was pulsing and pumping up and down. The whole thing was wiggling and bouncing around. It was all he could do to hold it still enough to shove it in me.
Once it is in, ever so deep, he pulls the straps and forced it the rest of the way up, all the way up to its big black balls. I'm bound like a slave, stuffed deep and full, with a crazy wiggling robot inside me, my cock and balls strapped up tight. I'm helpless and at his mercy, again.
"I like my cock sucked deep and hard, like a whore would. You're my whore today, you fucking cunt."
He kept me there until he had cum, recovered, cum again, then recovered and had me suck him off a third time, right there in the shower. It took 3 hours. My knees were killing me. My mouth was sore and worn out too. He never relieved me of the abusive dildo in my ass. My cock and balls felt like they must be blue and swollen. I was his cock slut for the morning. A long, hard morning.
Fuck.
Well, here I am. Wondering whether I should call him again. I keep posting to Dom men, hoping to be seduced again. But why should I? He did everything I dreamed of. It was hard. It was exhausting. It took me several days to get somewhat back to normal. The marks on my wrists are still there, though. I try to hide them. I try to forget the rude, rough man.
And then, just yesterday, someone noticed my wrists. A guy I work with said something about them. He asked if I was available. I didn't know what he meant. He motioned to my wrist marks. I must have blushed. He is kind of handsome. And kind of rough looking too. "I'll bet he has a big cock", I thought to myself.
"I'm free tomorrow night." I answered. I guess I'll see what this might turn into.
