Ensnared

"Ensnared" Chapter 2 Dedication: for Steve, my Alpha by Jacob442022@gmail.com (emails welcome)

Steve grabbed for my trousers.

Whoa buddy, I told him, twisting away.

Steve lunged, grinning.

I dodged, falling backwards onto the couch.

My arms, legs, and mind were not working right.

Jack, I mumbled to myself, fuzzy.

Whoa, I said again, as Steve's hands pushed mine aside, opening my pants.

I squirmed, attempting to roll away but was instead stuck, helpless as my clothes disappeared.

Steve's robe hung loosely, offering a glimpse of tight abs, which impressed me once again while also making me embarrassed of my own soft tummy.

It's only fair, Steve told me through his grin as he yanked my shirt up and over my head.

You have to be naked, he explained, and I soon was, reaching fruitlessly toward my clothes as he tossed them out of reach.

Completely naked, alcohol teasing my brain, I lurched up.

Steve effortlessly shoved me back down.

A few years older than I, a trained musician and martial artist, Steve made outmaneuvering me look easy.

You took care of me, he lectured, forcing himself between my legs. Now it's your turn.

Steve's held me, naked, my back arched, legs open wide, cheeks red, cock and balls dangling for the taking.

I licked my lips and reached for a drink, unsure what was happening, mind struggling to get hold.

I'd been with women that I'd wanted badly, women I'd felt up, tits I'd fondled and squeezed, pussies I'd fingered. She might have wriggled or protested or asked me to slow down, but I was not to be denied. My enthusiasm then reminded me of Steve's aggression now. He wanted me naked, and he wanted my cock, and whatever I thought, he would have me.

Steve's other hand traced up my inner thigh, glanced along my shaft, then slid up under my balls, finding my silky perineum.

Oooh, I heard myself say, hand floating through the air to push him away, instead, as though of its own volition, lightly coming to rest on his thick dark hair, tousling it as I lifted my hips to him.

Yeah, Chris, Steve said approvingly, his fingers cool against my warm balls and perineum, exploring me. Moan for me buddy, he added, show me you like it.

He didn't need to tell me to moan, though. His fingers tickled and traced and teased around my balls, and I couldn't not.

What the fuck is happening?

If you had told me I'd jerk off a guy, let alone my buddy Steve, I'd have laughed in your face. If you'd told me that he'd strip me naked and take control, that in response I would lay back and offer myself to him, I don't know what I would have done.

I could feel his callouses from guitar playing as Steve's fingers caressed my balls, inner thighs, perineum, making me arch my back, making me purr.

What is happening to me?

That's it Chrissy boy, Steve instructed, show me baby.

The hand holding my chest relaxed, then began to caress its way across my bare chest and down to my belly, finger softly spinning in my belly button, before it traced along my tummy, up to my nipple.

Ooooh, I replied, squirming and offering Steve my tit.

On some level, none of this added up.

I'd spent my life idealizing, lusting after, and craving women.

Yet, here I was, being driven deliciously out of my mind, by a man.

On another level, 2+2 did equal 5, and it all made sense.

Who knew that the touch of a man could be so amazing?

Who knew that a man's strength and his power, his ownership, could excite me so.

Steve's fingers encircled my balls, cupping, wiggling, pressing, before ever so sensually squeezing.

Who has who by the balls now, Chris? Steve smiled up at me.

Uuuunnnggghhh, I moaned in answer, then gasped, as one of Steve's hands drew a circle around my breast while his other palm faintly grazed over my cock shaft.

Yeah baby, Steve said, you're mine.

I don't know if it was the Jack Daniels and the beer, the hot lesbians on the screen moaning and licking and fondling each other, my bare-assed nakedness spread across the couch, or Steve's sweet fingers teasing my tit while ever-so-sensually stroking my cock, but I was transported into another place, a higher level of existence.

Steve's grip tightened around my penis, just enough, just right, as it slid up, then down.

Body in flames, mind unable to capture all the feels, I ran my fingers through Steve's hair.

Steve's hand drafted to my belly, caressing, while he steadily and more firmly stroked my cock.

I licked my lips and tried to act casual, to glance at Steve, see what he might be thinking, identify if he was enjoying himself as much as I was.

He caught me, eyes meeting mine, and he smirked.

I looked away, and swishing his dark hair with my fingers, then tipped back my cup, pinky outstretched, trying to look cool with the whiskey burning its way through my mouth, throat, and skull.

Looks like you need some gym time, Chris babe, Steve said as his fingers gently squeezed and fondled my tummy.

My lips puckered together in a disappointed pout, and I looked away, tossing back some more Jack.

I like it though Chrissy... I like your soft, smooth tummy. I do. Really. Steve said reassuringly, warmly, and when he stopped speaking, as if to emphasize his point, he palmed the underside of my cock head while softly stroking the fullness of my belly.

Mmmmm, was all I could moan in a happy response.

Steve's robe fell sideways down one shoulder, so I could see his muscles, rippling as he stroked me.

Gah, I managed as his other hand danced from my tummy down to my balls, teasing, delighting.

Tell me you love it, Chris, Steve ordered.

I . . . . I . . . . I began.

Yes, tell me babe, tell me you love it.

I. Love. It. I managed.

My cock and balls are electric, tingling.

Good Chrissy baby, that's good. Now, I've got one more for you. Are you ready?

Y. . . . yes.

Alright honey, here it is. Are you ready?

I swallowed some more Jack, pinkie poking out.

Steve noticed, I like the pinkie, honey. I do. You ready?

Ooooh Steve, what's happening. . . I . . . I think I'm getting close.

Good sweetie, Steve said, grip loosening, pace slowing, then stopping.

Oh, please keep going, I urged him, ecstasy dancing all through me.

I could almost taste the orgasm. It called to me. Worship this man, it said, like you worshipped his cock. Serve him, do whatever he asks, the orgasm I craved ordered me.

Chris?

Yeah, Steve, I gulped when I could get the words out.

Do you want to come for me, Chris?

Oh, Steve.

Do you?

Oh yes, um, Steve.

Good. That's real good, hun. Let me see that pinky stick out as you drink some Jack.

I did so, and he nodded in recognition.

Here is what you have to do Chrissy. Ready?

I nodded.

Get on your feet, stand up, and tell me that I'm your man, and then tell me that you want me to make you cum. Got it?

I would have said just about anything to anyone at that point, I wanted to cum so so so bad.

You're my man, I whispered, the words strange on my lips, adding without trying to sound too desperate, please make me cum.

Good Chrissy, very good. Now, fondle yourself. Squeeze your tits, cup them ... good. Now finger your nipples. Yes... Good. Cup your left breast and flick the nipple while palm-caressing the right tit... good.

I followed his orders as best I could, thoughts fighting their way through the alcohol haze, whiskey sweet and sour on my breath.

Take your left hand and run your fingers through your hair . . . . good. Now, take that same left hand and spank your own ass.

Whap, I swatted my left ass cheek.

Nice, Steve approved. Again, spank yourself.

Swat. I hit my left ass cheek, and my cock, balls, and belly jiggled.

Suck your right index finger while you caress your sweet tum-tum with your left hand... Good.

I did, trying my best to look sexy, even as I felt weird and turned on and confused and uncertain. Couldn't Steve just finish me off, already?

I liked being naked for him, obeying him, but this was all so new, all so sudden, all so . . . . unnatural.

And yet, it also felt, oh-so-sensual, so very exciting, so stimulating.

What was happening?

Steve was leering at me, grinning crookedly, in charge and liking it.

Neither of us spoke.

Trying to make something happen, I licked my lips, then looked Steve in the eye and said, You're, uh, my, uh man.

I wasn't sure about being his man, but then again, here I was naked before him, and he pretty much seemed to be owning the situation. Maybe I was his man. God, I sure wanted to cum.

Steve smirked and put his hand up to his ear.

What's that Chrissy?

Uh, I said, rinsing some whiskey through my teeth and attempting to raise my voice.

You're my man, I stammered.

Good, now, dance for me.

Dance?

Yeah, Steve winked. Give me a sexy dance, show me some moves, you know, like I really am your man, and you want me to, you know, make you cum?

I looked at him, then looked over my nude body.

Lick your fingers, shake that ass, give yourself a swat, stuff like that, Steve clarified.

O-oh-kay, I said, knowing this felt good and strange to my naked body and buzzing brain, but most of all, I wanted to cum.

I gave a tick-tock, swish of my hips, then slapped my ass cheek.

Good, Steve nodded.

I spun around, caressing my belly and tits, then gave him a tick-tock swish of my ass while facing away, then gave myself a loud slap.

Yes, Steve whispered, eyes a gleam.

I spun around, almost falling on my face, but grabbed the couch arm to stead myself, before licking and sucking my fingers, pinching my tits, shaking my ass.

Suck your index finger, Steve ordered.

I licked and sucked it, lips and tongue warm around it, as I tossed back my head.

Yes, Steve said, suck your finger - suck it like it's a dick.

Something in me went simultaneously cold and excited at the thought of my finger being a cock. I licked and sucked and moved it in and out of mouth.

Say it again - who am I, and what do you want me to do?

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but doing that plus having a quick swallow of Jack Daniels, and I knew what to do.

I looked Steve right in the eyes, and I said to him as firmly and non-slurringly as I could muster:

Steve, I said, you're my man.

Then, I paused, staring him down, fingering my nipples, pinching one while puckering my lips, then sliding my index finger into my mouth like a cock, then licking up the side, slowly.

Steve, I continued, you're my man, and I want you . . . .

I paused, then said for emphasis in my most sensual, commanding voice.

I. Want. You. To. Make. Me. Cum!

When I finished, I swished my hips to the side, tick tock, and raised my Jack cup, sticking out my finger, took a sip, and winked.

No one moved.

Steve's eyes bored into me, and I knew then what women must feel like when a man lustily, covetously, glues his eyes onto them, boring into them with his gaze.

I felt powerful in my nudity, but under his stare, I felt nervous, too.

Trying to regain my power, I gave my pinkie finger a lick, tossing back my head and stroking the fullness of my belly.

Time stayed stopped a moment longer.

Then, Steve moved.

He was a blur, moving with more force and speed than my alcohol addled brain could keep track of.

The world shifted sideways as Steve scooped me up and laid me back onto the couch, then shrugged off his robe, leaving us both completely nude.

Run your hands through my hair, Chrissy, he ordered.

I don't know anyone named Chrissy, I wanted to say, but I was so taken by his power and physique and ownership of me, I did as I was told.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, drunkenly, awkwardly, but as sincerely and sensually as I could muster.

He shot me a smile, then moved against me, his nakedness warm against mine, his left hand reaching around my waist to rest and caress my belly while his right hand caught hold of my cock.

Lean back baby, Steve said throatily, and I did, his hand gripping and working my cock, to which I announced, oh God...

It was completely, utterly, captivating and amazing, to have Steve hold me, stroking me, touching me, like this, his frizzy public hair and cock and balls and rippling muscles and fingers were all over me, all around me.

Just when I thought the moment could not get any more indescribable, Steve leaned in and took my nipple into his mouth, tonguing, licking, teasing me softly, all the while pumping my dick and stroking my belly.

Oh, Jesus, I half gasped, half announced, caressing his thick dark hair. Steve shot me a look, a dominant, alpha look, that also looked pleased.

Oh God, I added, as Steve's lips and tongue and mouth went to work, sucking harder on my breast, on my tit, really suckling it.

Stroke stroke stroke, my Alpha Steve's hand stroked my cock.

Caress, caress, caress, went Steve's hand that encircled my waist, caressing me, pausing only to let his index finger twirl around in my belly button.

I was in flames, gasping.

I began to yell, I couldn't help myself.

Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh God....

Steve somehow pressed in closer and behind me, hoisting me up onto his lap, his hand skimming up from my soft belly to my other breast, squeezing me like I was his woman, rough index finger flicking my tit while he cupped my breast.

You're my man Steve! It's you! You Steve! Ah. My . Ah. Man! Ah Steve Oh God! Ah......!

The world began to shake, and my hips began to buck.

Steve wrapped himself around me, everywhere, all over me, all at once, his coarse pubic hair, cock, balls, against my bare skin, his hands everywhere, fingers, fondling, squeezing, teasing, caressing, stroking.

There was no doubt who owned me.

No doubt who was my Alpha.

Steve.

Something broke loose inside me, and a tsunami began forcing its way from deep inside me.

Oh fuck, I yell-moaned, Steve stroking and caressing and squeezing me, my legs against his legs, back arched against him, hands flailing.

Steve worked my cock steadily, rhythmically, and I exploded, hot droplets of cum spattering onto me, Steve, the couch. One even burned the corner of my eye.

Steve's hand continued sliding up and down, coaxing out the thick, mucus-like globs, while I trembled and moaned and squirmed in his powerful arms.

I could hardly believe what was happening, where I was, who I was with, what was going on.

Steve's free hand gently smeared my man-juice around my belly while his other squeezed out the last, thinner, sticky bits.

With a sigh, I melted back into him, his arms sliding under mine and lightly holding onto my belly.

I looked over my shoulder at him, a questioning glance, as if it ask, what does this mean?

He smirked back at me, as if to say, that's right, you're mine.

I offered him a tired, content smile back.

He caressed one side of my belly again, making it jiggle just a bit, while his index finger stirred warm cum around in my belly button hole.

I looked away, and I felt Steve hug me a little closer, his hands lightly clasping across my middle.

Into my ear, Steve said softly, as if to confirm my intuition.

Who's your man, Chris? Who's your Alpha?

I felt turned on, and terrified.

I was excited, and dismayed.

I had never felt like this before, so tantalized and captivated and intoxicated.

I was in the palm of this strong man's hand, his body enveloping.

I was under his control, under his authority, his ownership.

You are, Steve. You are, my Alpha, I whispered up to him, reaching back and running my fingers through his hair.

As I did so, his hands, sticky with my cum, rose and gently cupped, then softly palmed my sensitive tits, to which I couldn't help but moan in reply.

Oooooh, Steve. . . . .

End Chapter 2 of "Ensared" by Jacob442022@gmail.com Thank you for reading! I would love to hear from you! Write and tell me what you liked, what you didn't, or something else. Be well and be safe!