"Answer me, boy!"
"I, I, I don't know man."
Your right hand comes out of my shorts, comes up to my chin & turns it to the side, until I'm looking at you. You lean in, my eyes widen as your lips touch mine. Forcefully, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I try to move away, but you refuse to let me go. Your tongue invades. I try to keep my mouth closed, but it's not good. Your tongue pushes past my lips, exploring my teeth, my tongue. Your tongue explores and claims every part of my mouth.
I'm fighting, not you, but me. Wanting you more, but afraid. You grab me and move me over to the cable crossover machine. "Put your hands up here to do a pull-up. " I put my hands up, but before I can pull myself up, you step up behind me again.
"Wait." I stop at your command. You slip a blindfold over me. Where the fuck did that come from? Then I feel your hands run up my arms, feeling, claiming every inch of my body. You stop at my wrists. "Don't move." I continue to shake in fear. I feel you wrapping something around my wrists. Then before I realize it, my hands are tied, I can't move now if I wanted to.
"You like that, don't you boy." You pause. "Afraid to admit it?"
You know me too well.
Too afraid to trust my voice, I shake my head.
Again, you move up behind me, placing your hands on my shorts. "Yea, I like this ass. A little flabby, but we'll work on that, right bitch?"
You pull me back, so that my ass sticks up in the air. I can't move much, but you move until you're happy. I feel your finger start playing with my ass and I try to move away, my fear overpowering my desire.
"DON'T FUCKING MOVE BITCH!"
I'm trying. But I've denied these feelings for so long. I can't just give in to them.
"BITCH IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU AGAIN, YOU'LL BE SORRY! KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF!"
I'm trying. God, I'm trying.
"FUCK IT THAT'S IT!"
I feel you touching my ankles. I can feel the ropes wrap around them then I can't move them anymore.
"Yea, that's what you want, isn't it bitch. Like being all trussed up. Well here's the last piece for you. Open wide bitch."
You stick your sweaty, smelly jock in my mouth. I now realize how much trouble I'm in, but can't do anything about it.
Your finger goes back down and starts playing with my ass.
"Yea, I like cherry boys. Why do you think I bought this gym? It's not for the money, it's for the ass." One finger goes in. Shit it hurts.
"I like tight, little boy cunts. Just like yours." A second finger goes in.
"And you know what, before the day is over, you'll like it too." Now a third.
"The big question is whether you'll admit it or not." All your fingers come out.
"You ready slut?"
I scream, "NO MAN, NO!" You just laugh.
"Do you really think I can understand you with my sweaty jock in your mouth? Besides do you really think I give a fuck?"
I can feel your head playing with my hole. Then, without warning, you shove it in. First just the head, then you keep pushing.
"Yea, feel that boy, feel that dick in your ass. I've only got about 4 inches in. It's 10 inches long. You'll take it all. I know you can. I've done this before and I know a faggot pussy when I see one."
You start pushing again. "Yea, you'll get it. Get it all. Don't worry. I'll make sure there's no part of your ass that won't forget me." You push harder, driving deeper. "Almost there boy, yea, that's a nice boy ass. Feel my nuts up against your hole? Yea, I'm in. All the way boy. Now relax."
What the fuck do you think I've been trying to do? You pull about halfway out. I scream in pain. Why does it hurt more when you pull out?
You don't give me a chance to think, but pushes back in.
"Yea, good boy. I like that ass boy."
You begin to fuck me. Do I want it? How the fuck am I supposed to answer that? It hurts man, hurts like a son of a bitch. Yet it also feels a little good. How can something that hurts feel good at the same time?
"Relax boy. Relax" Your words whispered in my ear invade my brain.
"You're mine boy. This ass is mine. It will never fuck another cunt again boy. Why? Because you're a cunt now boy. You're my cunt, my pussy. You belong to me. You'll never really be a man again. You know that boy, right?"
Why is my dick getting harder and harder with your words?
"Yea boy, I'm gonna cum here. Real quick. Ready?"
Your pistoning gets faster. I feel him start to swell. Then you pull out & shoot, all over my ass and back. You lean in and wraps yourself around me. Your cum as the lubricant between us. Smeared all over my back and your chest.
"Yea boy, you liked that didn't you?"
I realize that I did. "You want to cum now, don't you?"
I nod. You wrap your hand around my dick.
"It's okay boy. You can cum."
It only takes 3 strokes before I shoot all over the mirror in front of me.
"That's a good boy. You liked that didn't you?"
You take the jock out of my mouth. "Answer me boy."
"Oh yea man, that was fucking fantastic."