Chapter 1: - The Beginning
The download was complete. I opened the app, FKBL, which we can all tell what the app is for. I hadn’t been with many guys, and the ones I have been with were curious like me. I guess you could say I’ve done the usual; sucking, fucking, and kissing. I have to admit that sometimes when I use the app, like all guys, I exaggerate what I have done.
As I was going through profiles, I noticed this one that didn’t have a picture and the profile name “TopOnly1”, which I normally skip past. Looking for a good bottom - Message 4 More.It said that he was about 6’2, muscled, and that he was discrete.
Me: Hey.
TopOnly1: Sup?
Me: Nothing much, new in town, Friday and bored.
TopOnly1: Same here… Just starting to grind the weed I got today and chill.
Me: Can I ask what you’re looking for?
TopOnly1: Some good fun. You like it rough?
Me: I’ve had it rough before. I am just a go with the flow.
TopOnly1: I see… You want a night you’ll never forget? By your picture, you look just like what I’m looking for. Can I see any pictures?
I sent him a few of the normal pictures of my body, cock, and ass.
Me: Can I see any pictures of you?
TopOnly1: No, but I will say I’m 9” and about as thick as a redbull can.
Full disclosure, while this scared me, it also sent a weird shiver down my spine.
Me: Um… ok…
TopOnly1: Is that a problem? I don’t want to continue if you are not ok with that.
Me: Um… no, it’s fine.
TopOnly1: Good, it is 5:44 right now, you will be naked, restrained, blindfolded when I arrive. You will have headphones in your ear. I don’t care what you listen to, but it won’t be to me. If I do talk to you, I will remove the earbud, and whisper. You will be in that position by 8:00pm. I will show up when I show up. If I don’t arrive by 10:00pm, it’s not happening. Is that cool?
Me: Ok. Cool
TopOnly1: Haha, you’re just what I’m looking for.
Me: What’s that mean?
With that, I noticed he signed off. I shrugged, grabbed my stuff and hopped in the shower. I scrolled back through the pictures I had sent him and noticed that I had accidentally attached a photo of a picture I found online of a cock in chastity. A friend of mine said they never heard of them, and I had found one and sent it to him.
Around 7:45, I pulled up a porn on my television, played through my desktop computer, and found hot porn to play on my phone that I put through my headphones. I put on the blindfold, restrained my hands to the futon. At 7:59, I pressed play on both porns, and waited.
After a long time, I looked at the clock and noticed it was 9:30pm and restarted the porn. I had waited for an hour and a half for nothing. I heard a car lightly pulling into my driveway, but didn’t see any headlights. First the outer door, then the main door to my place opened, and I froze. I restarted the porn on my phone. I felt him grab my hair turning my head towards him. He slid his cock down my throat, still semi-soft. I started sucking him feeling it growing and forcing its way further down my throat. I started gagging, and pulled off, when he shoved it right back in, harder this time and started throat fucking me.
He pulled is cock out of my throat and worked his way to my ass. I felt him drizzle lube over my hole and then his tongue entered which started a series of moans coming from me. He smacked my ass hard. I felt him place his cock up to my hole and I asked for him to take it slow as I haven’t had sex in a while. I felt him bend over, cock still lined up at my hole, pulled out the earbud, and whispered, “You’re not in any position for requests” and in one thrust all of his cock was in me, all 9 inches. He was still leaning over when he whispered… “Is that clear??”
I couldn’t respond, while adjusting to the massive cock inside me and the pain from the hard thrust, I couldn’t move and he didn’t really give me a chance to get “used” to it so to speak as he kept slamming harder and deeper with each thrust. As soon as he knew he was balls deep inside me, he sped up the pace, like a jack hammer. I know I was yelling but don’t remember what I was saying, though he didn’t seem to care.
I felt his cock swelling and while I didn’t think it could go deeper, and it seemed like another inch. As soon as he got as deep as he knew he could be, a flush of cum sprayed into me. He would slam every couple of seconds when I knew more was shooting into me. When he was emptied, I collapsed on the futon as he pulled out. I remained blindfolded as he told me to, and felt the floor shaking as he walked around the room.
We were in my family room which consisted of my desk, futon and large screen tv, with some odds and ends furniture. It was silent for about 5 minutes when I felt him get out of my desk chair. I heard some fumbling around and then my door shut. I pulled out of my hand restraints and whipped off the blindfold. My ass was hurting, but my cock was rock hard. What just happened? I asked for it, but never imagined it being that rough. I got dressed and sat at my desk to light up a hitter and found a note he must have written.
Faggot -
Yes, that’s right, you’re a faggot and not only that, you’re MY faggot. You will never message me unless in response to my orders. When I text, you have 5 minutes to reply from the time you read it, meaning, turn on the read receipts. You will get messages from different numbers but to know it’s me, the message will start with f for faggot. If I ever message you just “1 Hour” that means get as you were tonight. If you ever say no to me, you will regret it. I am Master now. Go to bed I will message you when I wake up - We can finish this discussion. Before you ask, you will NEVER know who I am, but I know who you are and know where you live.”
I felt the blood rush to my face. What was happening? My phone chimed it was a text, three to be exact and they were pictures. Pictures of him using my ass and throat and then a message, I ain’t playin’ faggot. You’re MINE now.
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