da Gay
02-05-2009, 06:56 AM
I wrote this story about three hours ago. Its my first writing in a long time, and my first time writing something, well I guess erotic. Read and tell me what you think. I love constructive criticism.
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It just started with a random call. The number was restricted and I was feeling gutsy tonight.
“Hello?” I asked into the receiver.
“….” nothing.
“Hello?” again.
“….hmmm” someone wanted to play it seems. “Who is this?”
“You called me.”
I have no idea why, but the sound of his voice, just the sheer sound sent a chill down my spine. The chill just like his voice, was something of a great appeal and filled me with an even greater amount of arousal.
“I think I have the wrong number…” he began.
I decided that maybe tonight I would have a little fun. Maybe tonight Luke would get lucky. “Are you sure its wrong, it could be right…You just might not know it yet?” Oh right on Luke, throw the fishing line into the ocean.
He chuckled. And just like the fish, the bait was too alluring. “Oh how would you say that?”
I decided I’d play coy with the fellow. “Well because my friend, I’m Lucas Velmont, and this could possibly be the most important call of your life.” I bet he could even sense that I was smiling while saying this.
“Oh is that so? Well with that I guess I shouldn’t hang up now should I?” Mr. Mysterious said, and boy with every word his voice was just oozing sexiness. I wanted him now. I wanted him bad.
“Oh yeah, it could be dangerous to your health. See Lucas Velmont is quite possibly as good for you as Vitamin C” I was playing coy like a motherfucker.
“That’s funny, cause talking to me is different,” his voice developed a great seductive tone. “I’m Gabe Mitchell, basically the equivalent to Sugar for a Diabetic.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t rot my teeth.” I decided to jump in. Boy was I growing excited at this very moment. I have no idea what came over me in that moment. I wasn’t Lucas Velmont, winner of the San Antonio Science Fair, son of Alice Velmont. Nope. I was Lucas Velmont, seducer and man of many, many trades. I bit my lip hoping that later on in the evening I would get my own taste of sugar. Oh please I had a sweet tooth tonight. “So any plans for tonight?”
“I don’t know what do you have in-store?” Gabe’s seductive side was gone, he was back to Mr. Mysterious.
I thought for a second. I didn’t want to come off too strong. Gosh what was I fucking thinking! I barley met this guy and now I was basically slobbering on his cock! This isn’t me! That’s what I kept on saying to myself! This isn’t me! But I wasn’t about to stop it. Nope, I was going to run with this as long as I could.
“Is it bad…Is it bad if we do something totally wicked?” I bit my lip even harder. Gabe laughed but didn’t answer. “…That is if you want too?”
“How old are you Luke? You should like you could be my little brother or something.”
Quickly to not lose my new friend, I jumped to defend myself. “I’m 19, but lets just say, firstly I don’t act like a 19 year old, nor do I do things an average 19 year old does. I have some experience to back up this talk.” I spoke so fast it almost sounded like he insulted me or something.
“Hey…Hey…Calm down there Lukie! The force then I understand is with you? I’m Thirty-nine, and you could be my son.”
“I’m sure I can do things your son could never do.”
The conversation continued for about thirty more seconds. Setting up the place: His. The time: two hours from now, so basically 9:30 P.M. The plan: we’ll no plan. We would hang out, drink some, and basically take it from there. It sounded like quite possibly the most greatest evening that could ever happened. My mom was at work, the graveyard shift was hell, but it allowed me to have a bit more ‘fun’ in my life. I took a shower, cleaned the house, tried to pass idle time until he would arrive to take me away. He sounded just so fucking amazing, like some sort of modern day Casanova.
It was 9:30, and I know this must kind of sound psycho, but I was nervous. Where was this guy at? He said 9:30, and now its 9:35! Fuck I knew he was going to flake out. Wait, what was I doing? What the fuck was I doing? Going to meet some random ass guy, just because he had the wrong number? And I was actually going to go to his house, to fuck this guy? To give him head? To let him possibly fuck me? What the fuck! Seriously. I’m glad he didn’t come. I’m glad I was to spend another night jerking it to old episodes of ‘Queer as Folk.’ Then I heard the honk from outside, and all the thoughts of not wanting to go evaded my mind.
I looked outside my mothers window and saw his car, a red 1963 Shelby Mustang. He had me at ‘hello‘. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My eye length blond hair was gelled back, I wore a royal blue track jacket, and looked good. If he was sugar, I would definitely be the spice for him.
I stepped into the passenger seat, and the smell of cinnamon filled the car. I looked over to my right and saw him, I saw Gabe. And what a great sight he was. He had long black hair that was pulled into a pony-tail. He was wearing a V-neck shirt, and jeans so tight I could tell he was excited to see me. His Five O’clock shadow was a little bit late, but I didn’t mind that.
“Hey…” he spoke softly.
“Hey…nice car.” Nice car? Nice car? That’s the first words I said to him! And I’m suppose to be mature! What the fuck!
The ride to his house was a pretty good one. No awkward silences, just a good flow of conversation. He really honest too goodness seemed like a great guy. He told me loads of stories of his life. He works at a Cereal Plant, where he does inventory. He was married once, but his wife had passed away, about five years ago or something it was Cancer. I guess I must’ve struck a cord or something, because he got angry when I delved into the subject of her. That should’ve been the first sign into the mind of Gabe Mitchell.
“Boy…” this tone indicated a slight southern twang in his voice. “I don’t mean to sound like a douche, but just lay off that subject.”
I slowly reached for the door handle, you know, just incase. I probably should’ve just got out at that moment, but I didn’t. He told me what did I like. You know all the dirty stuff. What kind of positions. What role I played. If I was into Role playing? Then things got very strange.
“You ever wore panties?” this wasn’t Mr. Mysterious anymore.
“…huh?” I hoped this conversation would soon be divert.
“Panties. Have you ever wore them?” He looked at me as he drove, the speed was picking up pace. Both in the conversation and in the car. There was a long pause, fuck I just should’ve stayed home tonight. I didn’t answer his question but he wasn’t going to let that slide so easily. He stopped his car after about five minutes of silence. We were in front of some horrible little house, in some bad part of town. This is the town the Ten o’clock news warned you about. And I was afraid I was about to be the latest headline, “Dead Gay Boy” sounds like something FOX would print huh?
I was biting my lip so hard I could taste blood. Oddly enough it I enjoyed it, but I wasn’t enjoying this, not one bit. He got out of the car, and I joined him. Fuck I should’ve ran, I should’ve ran for the fucking hills. But nope I just followed him like some sort of dog. What was I doing?
The house was horrid, covered in weeds, paint chipped, grass dead, and the inside was quite possibly even worse. There was an odor in the air, it wasn’t death, but it might as well been. I slowly followed as he lit one light. One fucking light in the entire house, and it was a side table lamp in the living room. He sat down and nodded for me to join him. He was looking good. Devilishly good.
I sat looking forward, there was some relic of a television set on the floor, and a cat passed between my legs. I hate cats. I lifted my legs to allow it a way.
“Don’t worry about Tiggers, he won’t hurt you” Gabe began. “But his owner, now that’s another story.” And Gabe finished. I gave him a pathetic smile.
I felt him nibbling on my neck, and didn’t mind it but then nibbling soon turned into something else. I could feel his teeth. I could feel his saliva. I could feel his member growing as he pounced on top of me.
My body hit the rest of the couch as he proceeded to do what he wanted with me. His teeth dug into me with so much passion, so much emotion, so much fucking pain. It began to hurt. It began to hurt a lot. I tried to change the mood by grabbing his head and pointing his face towards mine, what the fuck was this guy some Vamp or something?
“Calm down tiger” I said calming the situation. “Start the car first. Then drive it.”
He slowly arose from me. We both sat, and in some magical way his shirt managed to come off from the time he pounced to now. His body though was great. He had pecs younger than his age, this man would certainly make ‘David’ envious.
“Could I….” I tried to catch my breath. “Could I use your bathroom?”
“Its ‘may I’” his voice showed no sarcasm nor any humor. I didn’t say anything. “Say ‘may I’ and then maybe I’ll show you where its at.”
He wasn’t going to let me use the bathroom was he? Fuck, I was so not interested in playing these mind games with this bastard. He busted out into laughter.
“I’m just playing with you Luke!” he slapped my shoulder. “Its on the right. First door.”
I got up. This wasn’t becoming funny. Not one bit. I wanted to just jet out of the door. But what the fuck was wrong with me. I didn’t. I just went to the bathroom. Locked the door. And began to cry.
I had no cell phone. No window. No way out. I just had to play this for as long as I could until I had a moment to set myself free. I didn’t care, I’d fucking walk home. This guy was just too much. I was bleeding, not a lot, but a good amount. That Gabe fucked my neck over. I touched it and it stung, but it was a good sting. I would just had to keep this going, just keep this train moving until I was able to find a way out. Just breathe Luke. Just breathe Luke. Just. Breathe. Luke.
I opened the door, and that’s all I remember.
That motherfucker must’ve hit me with something as I exited the bathroom, but when I woke up I was tied. I was tied against what I presume was his bed. The room was well-lit and I could see the pictures he had against the walls. That must’ve been her, the pictures with him and that lady. That must’ve been his wife. What I would do to be in her place right now. I looked down at myself and I wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of loose fitting panties. They were about three sizes too big for myself, and hung off of me. I looked to my right and I was handcuffed to the posts of the bed, and this was a Queen size bed. Not a very comfortable fleet.
I screamed loudly, someone would hear me right? Someone had to hear me. I would be rescued by some muscle clad Fireman. He would carry me out of this hellhole, and I’d be fine. Right?
He came in about three seconds after my screams began. I stopped when seeing him. I was silent. Not even a fucking peep. I could hear stairs as he came down into the room. Fuck I was in a basement, fuck.
“Hey Luke, you like them?” he pointed to the panties. “You like them panties? Fuck they look good! They look nice and fucking sexy on you!” He rubbed his area while saying this. I couldn’t see him perfectly because blood was dripping from my forehead. Must’ve been from the fucking blow he gave me while I exited the bathroom. I hoped there wasn’t a lot. I prayed to God I would not die in this mans house wearing fucking panties.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. He crawled to me from the edge of the bed. He wasn’t wearing anything. Anything at all. I could see him from the edge of my face, I tried to kick my legs, but he held them down. This man was strong. He had strength and was not afraid to use it. He pushed my legs together.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said smelling my crotch area. “Getting me rock hard boy! I can see that little boy cock in there! I can see it right through these panties.” He then proceeded up to my face. He wasn’t this man of mystery anymore. I saw what he was. I saw who he was. I saw what he was going to do to me.
“I’m sorry about the bump on the noggin, but I’d figure I’d show you something. Something new. Something that could possibly turn you on as much as it does for me.” He continued to just ramble on and on about this. About the new things he could teach me. About all the things he wanted to do to me. About how he wanted me. Wanted me to be his little boy-bitch.
I turned my face away, I didn’t want to see him. I wanted nothing to do with this fucking creep. He licked the side of my cheek and tasted the dry blood. Gabe began to howl like some sort of fucking wolf or something. Gosh I wanted to be home watching ‘Dharma and Greg.’ Fuck.
He just kept on talking. “You promise you’d be a good girl, Gretchen? Huh?” He slapped me when I didn’t respond.
“..yes!” I screamed. “I promise Gabe! I promise I’ll be the best girl possible!”
“Now that’s more like it. Not how about we loosen things up. Say you want it.” he paused. “Say you want me to fuck you!”
“…I’m a vir….” he slapped me hard.
“Say it Gretchen! Say it! Say you want me to fuck you hard!”
“…I can’t I’m a vir…” he slapped me again. “…I want you to fuck me…” he slapped me until I finally said it the way he wanted to hear it. “…I want you to fuck me hard…”
I let it out pathetically. I can’t remember what happened after a while. All I know is that it hurt. It hurt so much.
“There’s blood! You see there Gretchen! I knew you weren’t no hoe!” he screamed and just kept on doing what he was doing.
I laid there for a very long time, I had no idea how long I was there, but I was there handcuffed getting fucked for a very long time. I just started counting holes in the ceiling. Tried to pay attention to something else. He just pumped back and forth, and always made sure that every once and a while he’d slap me, just to throw me back to reality.
He’d slap me and say. “You love that fucking cock?” “It’s the fucking best isn’t it?” “Oh you didn’t know what you were fucking missing.”
Then he just came. He finished, and I was there as a basic human toilet. Did his business. He smiled at me, and laughed.
“See boy, I knew you and me would get along just great I knew it.” He rubbed my chest. I looked to my right and saw the panties beside me, they were about five inches from my nose.
I could hear Gabe snoring, he was asleep, and I was dead to the world. I opened up my nostrils and smelled the stained panties. Took a nice big wiff. They smelled good. I leaned up and saw blood beneath me. I saw my wrists bruised and cut from the handcuffs. And I liked it.
Gabe awoke hours later. It was almost day break and my mom would most certainly be wondering where her son was. She would be home at around 8:30 AM, and from the looks of it the time was around 6 AM. He stared at me and saw the blood was completely dry, he smiled as he uncuffed me. I didn’t say much, actually I think I didn’t say anything. I stayed downstairs as he went to fetch me my clothes. I was just glad with the thought that I might be going home. I looked at a certificate that was hanging.
All it said was: “We Pronounce the Marriage between Gabriel S. Mitchell and Gretchen L. Davis…” I didn’t have time to finish it. I turned around and saw Gabe with my clothes in his left hand, and a glass of water in the other.
I sat on the side of the bed, and he sat next to me.
“I know its hard…I’m sorry if I was rough on you…I know it was your first time.” He rambled. “I’m sorry. I really am. Its just what I’m into.”
He drove me home quietly. I said good bye to him. That was the last time we ever conversed or anything like that. It was the last time I really spoke to Gabe Mitchell ever again.
It took me a long time you know? Its been three years to get to where I am, and try to get over that moment. Hours of therapy. Hours of time invested into trying to take away those memories of that day. But the funny thing is, I don’t want to forgot. I don’t want the therapy.
I sometimes go to the area I shouldn’t be in. To the house where I was at with him. I’ll stake out a nice place and just watch him from my little hiding spot. Watch him change. Watch him shower. Watch him bring other guys to his house. Just watch him have fun.
I’ve met people like myself. Its funny actually how easy it is. How many there are like me. How many people want to do these things to me.
“22 Year old guy looking too recreate a special event that happened when I was 19. I want to get fucked. Dumped. Hit. Slapped. Make me your Bitch. Make me wear panties and fuck me ‘til I can’t take it anymore. If you don’t like it? Then sorry its just what I’m into.”
I hit enter. I wait for replies. And boy are there replies.
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It just started with a random call. The number was restricted and I was feeling gutsy tonight.
“Hello?” I asked into the receiver.
“….” nothing.
“Hello?” again.
“….hmmm” someone wanted to play it seems. “Who is this?”
“You called me.”
I have no idea why, but the sound of his voice, just the sheer sound sent a chill down my spine. The chill just like his voice, was something of a great appeal and filled me with an even greater amount of arousal.
“I think I have the wrong number…” he began.
I decided that maybe tonight I would have a little fun. Maybe tonight Luke would get lucky. “Are you sure its wrong, it could be right…You just might not know it yet?” Oh right on Luke, throw the fishing line into the ocean.
He chuckled. And just like the fish, the bait was too alluring. “Oh how would you say that?”
I decided I’d play coy with the fellow. “Well because my friend, I’m Lucas Velmont, and this could possibly be the most important call of your life.” I bet he could even sense that I was smiling while saying this.
“Oh is that so? Well with that I guess I shouldn’t hang up now should I?” Mr. Mysterious said, and boy with every word his voice was just oozing sexiness. I wanted him now. I wanted him bad.
“Oh yeah, it could be dangerous to your health. See Lucas Velmont is quite possibly as good for you as Vitamin C” I was playing coy like a motherfucker.
“That’s funny, cause talking to me is different,” his voice developed a great seductive tone. “I’m Gabe Mitchell, basically the equivalent to Sugar for a Diabetic.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t rot my teeth.” I decided to jump in. Boy was I growing excited at this very moment. I have no idea what came over me in that moment. I wasn’t Lucas Velmont, winner of the San Antonio Science Fair, son of Alice Velmont. Nope. I was Lucas Velmont, seducer and man of many, many trades. I bit my lip hoping that later on in the evening I would get my own taste of sugar. Oh please I had a sweet tooth tonight. “So any plans for tonight?”
“I don’t know what do you have in-store?” Gabe’s seductive side was gone, he was back to Mr. Mysterious.
I thought for a second. I didn’t want to come off too strong. Gosh what was I fucking thinking! I barley met this guy and now I was basically slobbering on his cock! This isn’t me! That’s what I kept on saying to myself! This isn’t me! But I wasn’t about to stop it. Nope, I was going to run with this as long as I could.
“Is it bad…Is it bad if we do something totally wicked?” I bit my lip even harder. Gabe laughed but didn’t answer. “…That is if you want too?”
“How old are you Luke? You should like you could be my little brother or something.”
Quickly to not lose my new friend, I jumped to defend myself. “I’m 19, but lets just say, firstly I don’t act like a 19 year old, nor do I do things an average 19 year old does. I have some experience to back up this talk.” I spoke so fast it almost sounded like he insulted me or something.
“Hey…Hey…Calm down there Lukie! The force then I understand is with you? I’m Thirty-nine, and you could be my son.”
“I’m sure I can do things your son could never do.”
The conversation continued for about thirty more seconds. Setting up the place: His. The time: two hours from now, so basically 9:30 P.M. The plan: we’ll no plan. We would hang out, drink some, and basically take it from there. It sounded like quite possibly the most greatest evening that could ever happened. My mom was at work, the graveyard shift was hell, but it allowed me to have a bit more ‘fun’ in my life. I took a shower, cleaned the house, tried to pass idle time until he would arrive to take me away. He sounded just so fucking amazing, like some sort of modern day Casanova.
It was 9:30, and I know this must kind of sound psycho, but I was nervous. Where was this guy at? He said 9:30, and now its 9:35! Fuck I knew he was going to flake out. Wait, what was I doing? What the fuck was I doing? Going to meet some random ass guy, just because he had the wrong number? And I was actually going to go to his house, to fuck this guy? To give him head? To let him possibly fuck me? What the fuck! Seriously. I’m glad he didn’t come. I’m glad I was to spend another night jerking it to old episodes of ‘Queer as Folk.’ Then I heard the honk from outside, and all the thoughts of not wanting to go evaded my mind.
I looked outside my mothers window and saw his car, a red 1963 Shelby Mustang. He had me at ‘hello‘. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. My eye length blond hair was gelled back, I wore a royal blue track jacket, and looked good. If he was sugar, I would definitely be the spice for him.
I stepped into the passenger seat, and the smell of cinnamon filled the car. I looked over to my right and saw him, I saw Gabe. And what a great sight he was. He had long black hair that was pulled into a pony-tail. He was wearing a V-neck shirt, and jeans so tight I could tell he was excited to see me. His Five O’clock shadow was a little bit late, but I didn’t mind that.
“Hey…” he spoke softly.
“Hey…nice car.” Nice car? Nice car? That’s the first words I said to him! And I’m suppose to be mature! What the fuck!
The ride to his house was a pretty good one. No awkward silences, just a good flow of conversation. He really honest too goodness seemed like a great guy. He told me loads of stories of his life. He works at a Cereal Plant, where he does inventory. He was married once, but his wife had passed away, about five years ago or something it was Cancer. I guess I must’ve struck a cord or something, because he got angry when I delved into the subject of her. That should’ve been the first sign into the mind of Gabe Mitchell.
“Boy…” this tone indicated a slight southern twang in his voice. “I don’t mean to sound like a douche, but just lay off that subject.”
I slowly reached for the door handle, you know, just incase. I probably should’ve just got out at that moment, but I didn’t. He told me what did I like. You know all the dirty stuff. What kind of positions. What role I played. If I was into Role playing? Then things got very strange.
“You ever wore panties?” this wasn’t Mr. Mysterious anymore.
“…huh?” I hoped this conversation would soon be divert.
“Panties. Have you ever wore them?” He looked at me as he drove, the speed was picking up pace. Both in the conversation and in the car. There was a long pause, fuck I just should’ve stayed home tonight. I didn’t answer his question but he wasn’t going to let that slide so easily. He stopped his car after about five minutes of silence. We were in front of some horrible little house, in some bad part of town. This is the town the Ten o’clock news warned you about. And I was afraid I was about to be the latest headline, “Dead Gay Boy” sounds like something FOX would print huh?
I was biting my lip so hard I could taste blood. Oddly enough it I enjoyed it, but I wasn’t enjoying this, not one bit. He got out of the car, and I joined him. Fuck I should’ve ran, I should’ve ran for the fucking hills. But nope I just followed him like some sort of dog. What was I doing?
The house was horrid, covered in weeds, paint chipped, grass dead, and the inside was quite possibly even worse. There was an odor in the air, it wasn’t death, but it might as well been. I slowly followed as he lit one light. One fucking light in the entire house, and it was a side table lamp in the living room. He sat down and nodded for me to join him. He was looking good. Devilishly good.
I sat looking forward, there was some relic of a television set on the floor, and a cat passed between my legs. I hate cats. I lifted my legs to allow it a way.
“Don’t worry about Tiggers, he won’t hurt you” Gabe began. “But his owner, now that’s another story.” And Gabe finished. I gave him a pathetic smile.
I felt him nibbling on my neck, and didn’t mind it but then nibbling soon turned into something else. I could feel his teeth. I could feel his saliva. I could feel his member growing as he pounced on top of me.
My body hit the rest of the couch as he proceeded to do what he wanted with me. His teeth dug into me with so much passion, so much emotion, so much fucking pain. It began to hurt. It began to hurt a lot. I tried to change the mood by grabbing his head and pointing his face towards mine, what the fuck was this guy some Vamp or something?
“Calm down tiger” I said calming the situation. “Start the car first. Then drive it.”
He slowly arose from me. We both sat, and in some magical way his shirt managed to come off from the time he pounced to now. His body though was great. He had pecs younger than his age, this man would certainly make ‘David’ envious.
“Could I….” I tried to catch my breath. “Could I use your bathroom?”
“Its ‘may I’” his voice showed no sarcasm nor any humor. I didn’t say anything. “Say ‘may I’ and then maybe I’ll show you where its at.”
He wasn’t going to let me use the bathroom was he? Fuck, I was so not interested in playing these mind games with this bastard. He busted out into laughter.
“I’m just playing with you Luke!” he slapped my shoulder. “Its on the right. First door.”
I got up. This wasn’t becoming funny. Not one bit. I wanted to just jet out of the door. But what the fuck was wrong with me. I didn’t. I just went to the bathroom. Locked the door. And began to cry.
I had no cell phone. No window. No way out. I just had to play this for as long as I could until I had a moment to set myself free. I didn’t care, I’d fucking walk home. This guy was just too much. I was bleeding, not a lot, but a good amount. That Gabe fucked my neck over. I touched it and it stung, but it was a good sting. I would just had to keep this going, just keep this train moving until I was able to find a way out. Just breathe Luke. Just breathe Luke. Just. Breathe. Luke.
I opened the door, and that’s all I remember.
That motherfucker must’ve hit me with something as I exited the bathroom, but when I woke up I was tied. I was tied against what I presume was his bed. The room was well-lit and I could see the pictures he had against the walls. That must’ve been her, the pictures with him and that lady. That must’ve been his wife. What I would do to be in her place right now. I looked down at myself and I wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of loose fitting panties. They were about three sizes too big for myself, and hung off of me. I looked to my right and I was handcuffed to the posts of the bed, and this was a Queen size bed. Not a very comfortable fleet.
I screamed loudly, someone would hear me right? Someone had to hear me. I would be rescued by some muscle clad Fireman. He would carry me out of this hellhole, and I’d be fine. Right?
He came in about three seconds after my screams began. I stopped when seeing him. I was silent. Not even a fucking peep. I could hear stairs as he came down into the room. Fuck I was in a basement, fuck.
“Hey Luke, you like them?” he pointed to the panties. “You like them panties? Fuck they look good! They look nice and fucking sexy on you!” He rubbed his area while saying this. I couldn’t see him perfectly because blood was dripping from my forehead. Must’ve been from the fucking blow he gave me while I exited the bathroom. I hoped there wasn’t a lot. I prayed to God I would not die in this mans house wearing fucking panties.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. He crawled to me from the edge of the bed. He wasn’t wearing anything. Anything at all. I could see him from the edge of my face, I tried to kick my legs, but he held them down. This man was strong. He had strength and was not afraid to use it. He pushed my legs together.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said smelling my crotch area. “Getting me rock hard boy! I can see that little boy cock in there! I can see it right through these panties.” He then proceeded up to my face. He wasn’t this man of mystery anymore. I saw what he was. I saw who he was. I saw what he was going to do to me.
“I’m sorry about the bump on the noggin, but I’d figure I’d show you something. Something new. Something that could possibly turn you on as much as it does for me.” He continued to just ramble on and on about this. About the new things he could teach me. About all the things he wanted to do to me. About how he wanted me. Wanted me to be his little boy-bitch.
I turned my face away, I didn’t want to see him. I wanted nothing to do with this fucking creep. He licked the side of my cheek and tasted the dry blood. Gabe began to howl like some sort of fucking wolf or something. Gosh I wanted to be home watching ‘Dharma and Greg.’ Fuck.
He just kept on talking. “You promise you’d be a good girl, Gretchen? Huh?” He slapped me when I didn’t respond.
“..yes!” I screamed. “I promise Gabe! I promise I’ll be the best girl possible!”
“Now that’s more like it. Not how about we loosen things up. Say you want it.” he paused. “Say you want me to fuck you!”
“…I’m a vir….” he slapped me hard.
“Say it Gretchen! Say it! Say you want me to fuck you hard!”
“…I can’t I’m a vir…” he slapped me again. “…I want you to fuck me…” he slapped me until I finally said it the way he wanted to hear it. “…I want you to fuck me hard…”
I let it out pathetically. I can’t remember what happened after a while. All I know is that it hurt. It hurt so much.
“There’s blood! You see there Gretchen! I knew you weren’t no hoe!” he screamed and just kept on doing what he was doing.
I laid there for a very long time, I had no idea how long I was there, but I was there handcuffed getting fucked for a very long time. I just started counting holes in the ceiling. Tried to pay attention to something else. He just pumped back and forth, and always made sure that every once and a while he’d slap me, just to throw me back to reality.
He’d slap me and say. “You love that fucking cock?” “It’s the fucking best isn’t it?” “Oh you didn’t know what you were fucking missing.”
Then he just came. He finished, and I was there as a basic human toilet. Did his business. He smiled at me, and laughed.
“See boy, I knew you and me would get along just great I knew it.” He rubbed my chest. I looked to my right and saw the panties beside me, they were about five inches from my nose.
I could hear Gabe snoring, he was asleep, and I was dead to the world. I opened up my nostrils and smelled the stained panties. Took a nice big wiff. They smelled good. I leaned up and saw blood beneath me. I saw my wrists bruised and cut from the handcuffs. And I liked it.
Gabe awoke hours later. It was almost day break and my mom would most certainly be wondering where her son was. She would be home at around 8:30 AM, and from the looks of it the time was around 6 AM. He stared at me and saw the blood was completely dry, he smiled as he uncuffed me. I didn’t say much, actually I think I didn’t say anything. I stayed downstairs as he went to fetch me my clothes. I was just glad with the thought that I might be going home. I looked at a certificate that was hanging.
All it said was: “We Pronounce the Marriage between Gabriel S. Mitchell and Gretchen L. Davis…” I didn’t have time to finish it. I turned around and saw Gabe with my clothes in his left hand, and a glass of water in the other.
I sat on the side of the bed, and he sat next to me.
“I know its hard…I’m sorry if I was rough on you…I know it was your first time.” He rambled. “I’m sorry. I really am. Its just what I’m into.”
He drove me home quietly. I said good bye to him. That was the last time we ever conversed or anything like that. It was the last time I really spoke to Gabe Mitchell ever again.
It took me a long time you know? Its been three years to get to where I am, and try to get over that moment. Hours of therapy. Hours of time invested into trying to take away those memories of that day. But the funny thing is, I don’t want to forgot. I don’t want the therapy.
I sometimes go to the area I shouldn’t be in. To the house where I was at with him. I’ll stake out a nice place and just watch him from my little hiding spot. Watch him change. Watch him shower. Watch him bring other guys to his house. Just watch him have fun.
I’ve met people like myself. Its funny actually how easy it is. How many there are like me. How many people want to do these things to me.
“22 Year old guy looking too recreate a special event that happened when I was 19. I want to get fucked. Dumped. Hit. Slapped. Make me your Bitch. Make me wear panties and fuck me ‘til I can’t take it anymore. If you don’t like it? Then sorry its just what I’m into.”
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