Unknown Assailant

When I awoke his dick was already in me and he was fucking hard. I wasn’t quite sure where we were, but it seemed to be a dressing room in some sort of clothing store. I could hear quiet voices nearby and soft music playing over the loudspeaker. As per usual, I was naked and couldn’t move. My assailant wore a dark suit with a colorful tie, and only the front of his pants was open allowing his dick access to my naked ass. He smiled when I opened my eyes and chuckled, “There he is, glad you could make it.” He began to pound me harder and tweak my nipples to help wake me up. “Wouldn’t want you to miss any of the fun.”

I was not able to speak or cry out, but he placed a hand over my mouth. As he positioned his face directly over mine and looked menacingly into my eyes, he moved his hand to cover my nose as well and pressed hard. He watched as I struggled to breathe, and my eyes filled with fear. His fucking grew even more intense. He only let go when my eyes began to roll back because I was about to pass out. “I fucking love when you do that,” he growled in my ear. “Just a few more seconds and you’d be gone, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

This thought seemed to take him over the edge. His eyes rolled back as he exploded inside me. “There you go, just what you always wanted.” He grinned at me as he stood over me and stuffed his still dripping cock into his shorts. “And you still haven’t got a clue, have you?” Reaching behind my head, he retrieved a wadded-up handkerchief and said, “Good, that’s exactly how I want it. Until next time…” He placed the handkerchief over my nose and mouth, and everything went black.

The next thing I knew I was sitting alone in my car on the edge of a busy parking lot. I was fully clothed, but my dick was sticking out of my fly with a purple ribbon tied around it in a bow. I was not groggy, but fully awake and alert. I quickly removed the ribbon and placed it in the glove compartment with the others. Then, stuffing my dick in my pants I drove home.

As I drove, I tried to remember my assailant’s face, but even though I had looked directly at him many times, I could not. His voice also had a strange sound, like I wasn’t really hearing him but some sort of reprocessed sound that had been passed through a machine. I could, however, remember everything else, the feel of his cock in my ass, the pleasure he had in forcing himself on me, his hot cum filling me up. This was the first time he had tried to suffocate me, though, and despite my distress, I found it oddly arousing.

This was not, however, the first time he had forced himself on me. All I had to do was count the ribbons to know exactly how many times that unknown dick had taken me against my will. It had been over a year now and I had stopped counting. He was right, there was nothing I could do about it. I had thought about going to the police, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do that. I hadn’t told any of my friends about it either. I just kept it to myself and waited for the next encounter.

To be honest, I rather enjoyed this new element of my life. It didn’t disrupt anything important. It was like he knew my schedule as well as I did and was able to time his abductions to avoid disruption. Also, I was never harmed or left with any noticeable marks. I checked my face in the mirror, and the red print of his hand over my face was almost gone. There would be no trace in just a few minutes. It was kind of thrilling to have this secret life, and every time he kidnapped me it was different and exciting. His decision to fuck me in a public dressing room had its own kind of danger, but he seemed to be in control and had no fears that anyone would walk in on us. Despite the obvious dangers of having a stranger controlling me, I had always had a secret fantasy of being someone’s slave, but nobody knew about this. I barely admitted it to myself. This felt like a kind of fulfillment of that fantasy, but I couldn’t see how anyone else would have known.

The first time he had taken me he waited until I was awake before beginning. “I want you to know exactly what’s going on,” he said. “I want you to know how little control you have.” Like today, I was immobile and unable to speak, which confused me because I was not tied up or gaged. I just couldn’t move anything but my eyes. But unlike today, I was fully clothed. He held up an empty syringe and waved it in front of my face. “Don’t bother struggling. You can’t.” His eyes were jubilant. “Go ahead, try.” I did. I willed my arms to move, I tried to stand up with everything I had. Nothing happened. He watched as I failed again and again. “See. You are mine now and you have only one reason for being here. To give me pleasure.”

He was wearing the same suit he had worn today. In fact, every time he kidnapped me, he wore that suit, and I never saw more of his body than what I could see when he opened the front of his pants to fuck me. That first time had been in a dark room that was very quiet. It seemed like a private home, but maybe in the basement or garage. There was no recognizable furniture in the room except for the mattress on the floor and the nondescript table beside it.

“I’m gonna enjoy this.” He slowly undressed me, exploring every inch of my body in the process. He was surprisingly gentle for a rapist, and clearly enjoyed forcibly removing my clothes. But once I was naked his tone changed. “I’ve been watching you for so long and you had no idea. Now I’m going to do what I’ve always wanted to do.” Moving closer he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you with your own cum. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

His hand was already massaging my dick and, much to my surprise, I was getting hard fast. I would have thought the drug would hinder this process, but evidently it didn’t. He alternated between sucking and stroking, and I was unable to stop him or even indicate that I was about to cum. I exploded without making a sound or a movement. “Nice! Look at all that lube you just gave me. You must really want me to fuck that ass.” He grinned as he licked every drop of it up and held it in his mouth.

Without a sound he hoisted me up and draped me over the table, running his fingers around the rim of my hole in anticipation. I felt the warm wetness of his mouth replace his hand and knew he was lubing me up with the cum and Saliva he had prepared. He slipped a finger in, then two. When I heard the sounds of his belt and zipper being undone, I knew it wouldn’t be long. It wasn’t. Immediately I heard him spit the rest of my cum out of his mouth and stroke his dick with it. “Oh yeah, I’ve wanted to give you this for so long,” and he let out a long, satisfied moan as he forced his way into my ass.

When he came, he collapsed on top of me, leaving his dick inside for a long time. Finally, he said, “Now you’re mine, really mine. I’m gonna take that ass anytime I feel like it, you understand?” Of course, I couldn’t respond, so he pulled me off the table and threw me on my back on the mattress. He straddled me with his dick directly over my face and allowed the last drops of his cum to drip onto my cheek. “That ass is mine. I’m gonna fuck it as often as I like, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Since then he had taken me regularly. I’m not sure how he did it. I was always in a different place when I blacked out. Sometimes I was alone, sometimes I was just getting out of work and surrounded by co-workers, sometimes I was in a public place like a store, and once I was even in a large crowd. Nothing in particular would happen, I would just go blank and the next thing I knew I couldn’t move, and he was either getting ready to fuck me or already inside. Each time I woke up in a different place. Once we were in a forest, another time we were in a strange car, and another we were in a public restroom with people walking around outside our stall. He seemed to like public spaces, but he always seemed to arrange it so that we would not be interrupted. The sessions always ended in the same way. He would place a handkerchief over my face, and I would black out, only to awaken in my own car with a purple ribbon tied around my exposed dick.

The whole situation was both unsettling and intensely arousing. In reality I was liable to pop a boner at the mere thought of the mystery man and his control over me. Life seemed to go on as before, but since the abductions had started, I was much more easily aroused, and couldn’t go for more than a few minutes without thinking about having a dick in my ass.

When I got home, Jason was waiting in the driveway. He had moved into the neighborhood a few years ago and we had struck up a friendship pretty quickly. “I thought you got out at three today?”

“I did, but I…had to run some errands, sorry. Hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

He smiled, “Not really. I sent you a couple of texts, but you didn’t respond, so I just came over. Hope you don’t mind.”

“No, come on in. Want something to drink?” I opened the door as if nothing had happened and he followed me to the kitchen. “What would you like?”

“That.” He looked down and to my horror I saw my hard dick hanging out of my open fly. I could have sworn I had tucked it in earlier.

I blushed and apologized, moving to put it away, “How did that…?” He brushed my hands away from my dick and as he wrapped his fingers around it everything went black.

I awoke a few minutes later, naked and seated on the sofa. “Are you ready?” The voice was so comforting. I just wanted to do whatever it commanded.

“Yes.”

“Good. Are you still under my control? What will you do?”

“I will obey all your commands.

He smiled, “And what will you remember?”

“Only what you allow me to remember.”

He looked out the window. A small sports car was pulling in. Looking at his watch he muttered, “Three fifteen, right on time.” Then turning to me “You will wait here for your next command. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He went out and greeted the stranger. He was short and rather round, and his thinning hair was a greasy grey. When they entered the house, the stranger gave Jason a large wad of cash. “Anything?” he asked.

“As long as you don’t hurt him or leave any marks.” Jason brought him into the living room so he could see my naked body.

The stranger took in a sharp breath. “He’s beautiful!”

“I make sure he works out regularly. He thinks it’s his idea, but I’m the one who determines his routine. What did you have in mind?”

The stranger blushed and looked down. “I’ve always had a fantasy about fucking someone in a dressing room…and…umm…”

“And?” Jason waited for his response.

“And…asphyxiation…I want to see the fear in his eyes when he thinks he’s going to die.”

Jason hesitated for a moment. “No harm and no marks. He’s my bread and butter and I won’t let you hurt him.” After a moment he added, “Alright, but I need to be present, does that bother you?”

The man smiled, “Not at all, I love being watched. You want to join in?”

Jason shook his head, “No thanks, I just need to protect my investment.” Jason filled the man in on what to expect and gave me my commands. “You will wake up in a dressing room and you will see only the man in the suit. You will not see me, and you will not see the client. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will awaken when I snap my fingers.” He lifted his hand to snap his fingers, but the man stopped him.

“Can I…I’d like to fuck him for a bit while he’s still unconscious. Is that ok?” Again, he seemed hesitant to admit his fetish out loud, but Jason had heard it all. This was not the first time someone had wanted to fuck me while I was in a trance.

“Sure.” Jason commanded me to go to the study, where he had already set up a mattress on the floor and told me to lie down.

The stranger had his way with me, as Jason planted his fantasy into my mind. I would not remember half of what he did, only what I was permitted to remember. Once the stranger was satisfied and had left, Jason altered my memory so that I would see the rag and think I was drugged. He also switched the order of events so I would think I was taken right after work and would only be arriving home now. He then ordered me to get dressed and meet him in the kitchen. Once I was there, he reinforced his command that every day after work I would arrive home with my dick hard and hanging out. And that when he touched it, I would return to this deep hypnotic state and be ready to do whatever he commanded. He had regular clients, at least three times a week, but I didn’t remember all of them. Sometimes he just wiped my memory and planted a false memory to take its place. When he first hypnotized me, I asked him to help me stick to my exercise routine, which he had done very successfully. I didn’t know he had planted other suggestions that day, which led to the current situation. I hadn’t known that he was attracted to me and would fulfill his own fantasies before realizing he could make money fulfilling the fantasies of others. he promised that one day he would allow me to remember everything. But for now, using me to fulfill the fantasies of lonely men who were willing to pay handsomely was just too lucrative to pass up. When he had me standing where I had been when he grabbed my dick, he snapped his fingers and replied, I’d like an iced tea please.