Straight, drugged, bound and taken

To be honest. I am in denial. I wonder all the time if I am gay or not, although I am married to my wife. I have been raped at boarding school once. Two guys dragged me away, gagged me, tied me up, stripped me naked, fucked me for hours, and have me suck their dicks. I was shocked but secretly liked it though. One of the rapists was a man I had been watching. He was muscled, a real tough guy, and I just had to watch him, while he flexed his muscles and showed off his hot body. Apparently, he noticed, abducted me, stripped me, and forced me to have gay sex.

Nothing ever was the same. Something in me awakened, and I noticed I just had to watch when I saw a hot guy in speedos, or in spandex. I am really shy, and although it was very nervous about it, I started wearing tight speedos instead of board shorts. I opened up to my wife and told her I liked to wear thongs. From that moment on I only wore thongs and threw my boxers and briefs in the trash. I like other men watching me when I walk at the pool in my speedos, or at the beach.

My urges and longings for gay sex increased enormously. But I still was too nervous to act on it. I did not want to ruin my marriage. So I decided to buy a webcam, turn it on and talk to men. In the beginning, I was sitting there with all my clothes on, too nervous to take the next step. I met a nice guy, Mario, who also put on his cam. He was sitting there completely naked, with his hole, cock, nipples, and face clearly in view, without any shame. I loved and admired this guy. He was muscled, tough, and a little older (and more experienced) than me. He called himself a top. He was patient with me and encouraged me to take of my sweater, my shirt, so he could see my bare chest. Then he wondered what type of underwear I was wearing. I told him I only wear thongs. He wanted to see me, but I was too afraid to show him. He was so kind to me. So the next time I saw him, I decided to lower my pants a little, to show him the top of my thong. It was a tight pink Joe Snyder thong. He asked me really nicely if I could take off my sweat pants and show it to him that I really had taken them off. Just to sit there, wearing nothing than a thong... it made me hot!!

In the meantime, we were talking to each other on Skype and Kik, a little more private. By now, I was immediately turned on, by just hearing his sexy voice. With the most sexiest voice, he said... "hey Ralph, sexy guy, the time has come to show your face". Silence. Shock. And still, hot... slowly I rearrange my webcam and showed the lower part of my face. "Good boy", he said. "Now the rest". What the fuck. It was now or never. So I did, with my heart racing down my throat. "Nice, nice!", Mario said. "Pretty boy", but I see just your face and shoulders now. I want you to see wearing hot thong everything in full view. Slowly I did. Then I panicked and turned the cam off and closed my laptop. What if he would blackmail me, or take pictures and put them on the internet? What was I doing?

An hour later, the doorbell rang. "What the..?", who could that be? I opened the door, wearing my sweats again, and my mouth dropped to the floor. It was Mario!!! I was in shock, and before I knew it, he burst in, closed the front door, and pushed me into the living room. "Ha", he screamed. "Now you are mine!!!". This version of Mario was nothing like the patient and kind Mario chatted online with. He was mean and dominant and scared me. "I have been recording all our sessions, and by zooming in, and researching further, I found your business card with your address and phone number on it. So stupid to show it on the camera. I am glad you did, now I am here, and your ass is mine!"

I was still in shock and could not say a word. I did not have to, because Mario threw his bag on the table, opened it, and displayed his tools. I saw gags, handcuffs, whips, dildos, lube, and much more. I panicked and tried to escape through the front door, but Mario tackled me, so I fell on the floor with my face down. Quickly Mario grabbed my wrists and cuffed them with metal cuffs. I screamed, but Mario put his hand over my mouth while dragging me to the table. He grabbed the gag and pushed it in my mouth. Quickly he fastened the red ballgag behind my head. To finish it off, he cuffed my feet as well, leaving me completely helpless on the floor.

He took a few steps back and admired his price. I tried to struggle and get free, but of course, it was of no use. "I am sicked and tired of being patient and nice, so when I finally got your address, I came over right away. Now, you are my bitch! Hahaha!"