October 7, 2019 - Forced to be a faggot

I'm not sure if I'd written about this guy before, but he's been for at least one previous visit. He drives 90 minutes to get to my home. If I had to make a guess, I'd say he considers himself straight but likes to be forced into gay situations.

The scenario plays itself out something like this. He tells me he is aware that I have a leather hood and he's very interested in trying it on. Once it is on his head, I am to take control.

He shows up a bit late today, but with a long drive that's acceptable. I meet him in the driveway and we come inside. I start with the role-playing that he was interested in the leather hood. He takes a sip of cola from the plastic bottle he is carrying and I see his hands tremble as the bottle touches his lips.

I tell him to take his jacket off and get comfortable, as I reach down and pick up the leather hood from the couch. With absolutely no more conversation, as he walks toward me to LOOK at the hood, I slip the hood over his head. I am careful to center the eye holes and especially the mouth hole properly on his face.

I walk behind him and start to tighten the laces on the back of the leather hood. I make sure the laces are nice and tight so it's hugging tightly against his head. I occasionally check to make certain it is still properly centered on his face. Then I walk in front of him and pull the leather eye shield down putting him in total darkness.

His hands are fumbling on the hood, feeling the leather, feeling the laces in the back, trying to feel what is covering his eyes, and running his fingers over his lips realizing there is a ?Mouth hole.?

I grab a leather collar and start to place it around his neck. It startles him and he jerks back a bit. I grab him by the front of the t-shirt and pull him toward me again, as I put the leather collar around his neck again and fasten it.

I grab his left arm and put a velcro wrist restraint tightly on his wrist and walk behind him pulling his arm behind his back. The wrist restraint already has a clip that I connect to the center belt loop behind his back.

I walk in front of him again, grabbing his right arm and he starts to fight me a bit. I jerked his arm like a parent dragging their child out of a toy store. Before he starts to struggle again I have the second wrist restraint in place and I'm forcing his right arm behind his back as well.

I unclip the clip from his belt loop and connect the two wrist restraints together behind his back. In hindsight I should have left them clipped to his belt loop. I am still standing behind him as I press my body against his back, reaching around and pinching his nipples. His hands reach down to his ass as if to push me away from the close proximity to his body.

I walk around in front of him and his arms are already struggling. He's trying to maneuver both hands to his right side, and then to his left. Since they're connected together they don't go very far, but I still wish I had left the clip to his belt loop.

I?m now in front of him and I grab his cock through his pants. He's blindfolded and does not know his surroundings, but he starts to step back away from my assault. With my left hand I grab the leather collar around his neck and pull him forward toward me again, while my right hand grabs at his cock and balls again.

I pinch his nipples a few times and whisper next to his ear, ?You are my fucking property now faggot. Get down on your knees.?

With his hands behind his back he is a bit unstable, so I put one hand under his armpit and the other on the collar. With the collar I am pulling him to his knees but I'm also supporting him under his arm. He drops to his knees somewhat gracefully. I drop my pants to the floor, set back on the couch, and using the collar pull him toward me.

Dragging him by the collar, and on his knees he crawls over to me. I use the collar to pull him down to my cock. My other hand pushes the back of his head. His hands are struggling again, first to his left side and then to his right. His hand finds its way to my knee and he tries to push his upper torso away from my crotch.

I push his hand off my knee and continue pushing on the back of his head. He knows what's in front of his mouth and he's holding his lips tightly closed. I smear my cock back and forth across his lips. My pre-cum transferring from the head of my cock onto his lips.

He still won't open his lips, so I grabbed the back of the collar and pull his head up a bit. With my free hand I jab my thumb between his lips and push until his mouth opens up. My fingers are under his chin, my thumb inside his mouth. I say, "Keep that mouth open faggot" as I push him onto my cock.

With my thumb still holding his mouth open, my cock slips into his mouth this time. He starts to jerk his head back and forth, but the grip of my fingers beneath his chin and thumb in his mouth hold him still.

"Don't scrap me with those teeth or I will smack you upside the head so hard you will blackout and then I will really take advantage of you."

He reluctantly calms down a bit as I shove my cock into his mouth. Then I pull my thumb out put both hands behind his head and push him down until he's got the entire length of my cock down his throat. He's gagging and choking so I let him up just long enough to get a gulp of air before I shove him back on my cock again.

He continues to struggle and fight, but it's clearly a losing battle and he's starting to give in. His hands are no longer thrashing from side to side, he is accepting defeat with his hands just laying down his back. He's no longer on his knees, but he slid into one side and is now sitting on his ass with his legs extended to the side. His face is buried in my crotch. I'm making him suck my cock, lick my balls, and occasionally pushing him all the way down to my asshole.

Since I feel he considers this being forced to suck cock, and that he is doing it against his will, and he mistakenly still thinks he is straight... I do something to him that I'm sure is worse than sticking my cock in his mouth.

I pull him back upright, grab the front of the collar, put a hand on his forehead and tilt his head back. Then I shove my tongue in his throat. He is now kissing a man. Another man is sticking his tongue in his mouth. At first he resists, but then I notice his tongue starting to dance around mine. He's truly a faggot now. He is mine. I now own him. He is my faggot.

I lean back on the couch and push him onto my cock again. He is much more docile now. He's accepting the fact that anything I want to do to him, I'm going to do to him. He has no choice. His body is almost going limp like a rag doll. I'm controlling every move his body makes.

I pushed him off me for a moment and take my pants completely off. Up until this point they were down at my ankles. He's sitting on his ass again with his legs extended to my left. Now that my legs are free, I take my barefoot and plant it in his crotch. I can feel he has a hard-on. An uncontrollable hard on. Nope, he is no longer straight. He's sucking cock, enjoying it, with a hard-on.

I smash my foot into his cock and balls as he moans onto my cock. His feet thrash around, he starts to lean back to try to get away from my foot smashing his balls. He's almost sliding into a horizontal position. I grabbed the back of the collar and set him up right again.

His pants have been slipping down, and I can see plumber's crack. With my left arm around his neck, my right hand goes down his back into his pants and easily finds his sweaty asshole. As I'm fingering him, I tilt his head back and start kissing him again. My finger in his ass, my tongue in his mouth. He has given up the will to fight at this point.

I lean his back against the couch, and start exploring his mouth with my tongue again. I shove my thumb back in his mouth holding it open. I back away a bit and spit in his mouth. "That's a good faggot" I tell him. ?SWALLOW!?

I get up and put one leg on each side of him, his head is pinned against the couch cushion. I lean forward shoving my cock even further down his throat. In this position I'm throat fucking him hard and deep. He's sitting on his hands, and his legs are flailing around. I pound his throat mercilessly. Then when I think he's about to vomit, I finally back away and let him catch his breath for a moment.

With his hands still locked behind him, I lean him on his back where he is laying flat on the floor. I climb on top of his stomach with a knee on each side of him. I pinch his nipples hard through his T-shirt. His legs are kicking, his head jerking from side to side.

I move forward and shove my cock in his throat while leaning on top of him. I've got a lot of weight on him right now, pinning him to the floor as I assault his throat once again. I throat fuck him hard until I think he's about to throw up and I pull out to let him get some air.

I climb off his chest and he just lays there lifeless, beaten, conquered, whipped, used.

As he lays there, his body limp, I go down by his legs and yank his pants and underwear off. He's kicking and squirming now, his cock is a bit hard but not as hard as mine. I climb onto his chest again and shove my cock back down his throat. He becomes lifeless again. He is accepting his fate.

He's naked from the waist down, with my cock in his mouth. He probably knows what's going to happen next. He's already thinking about the stinging pain of my cock slicing into his hole. His mind is racing imagining my cock piercing his virgin ass. I'm sure that's what he's thinking. I'm sure fear is flooding his brain at this point. I?ll bet he is wondering if it was really a good idea to drive 90 minutes for this visit. He is about to be raped. His mind is probably about to explode.

But this is only his second (maybe third) visit with me. I'm not going to fuck him today. I just want to prepare his mind for another day. I want him to experience the fear in his mind that he's about to be raped. Then let him dwell on that for a while. I climb back up on the couch in the sitting position, and using the collar around his neck drag him back onto my cock.

I decide it's time to unload in his mouth. I throat fuck him for a while, holding both hands on the back of the hood. Then I feel my balls start to churn and I know it's time. I don't want to shoot down the back of his throat, I want him to taste my cum. I want it to splash all throughout his mouth. With a hand on each side of his head, holding him like a vice clamping onto a piece of wood, I pulled my cock out of the back of his throat.

Only the tip of my cock is in his mouth at this point. And then I start to feel my cock pulsate. I'm dumping my load in his mouth. I can feel my muscles contracting over and over again as I dump a huge load in his mouth. I hold him in that position until my spasms stop.

He still has the hood on, his eyes are still covered. I can sense he is not going to swallow, and if he would he might throw-up up. I reach behind him and unclip his hands, hand him a towel, and say "It's okay to spit it out faggot. THIS time I will let you spit."

He spits, and rather quickly I take the hood off his head. His eyes are squinting from the bright lights after being in the dark for just over an hour. He grabs his bottle of soda and takes a couple swigs to get the taste of my cum out of his mouth. I chuckle silently to myself. FAGGOT.

By the time he is done drinking his soda, I'm fully dressed. He puts his underwear and pants back on. As he's tying his shoes, he starts talking about car repair. Just chatting about car repair like none of this happened. Chatting about car repair, as if he hadn't just sucked me off. Chatting about car repair, as if he wasn't my personal faggot.

He put his coat back on, and I walked him out the door. I'm pretty sure he reads the stories, so I'm not going to say if I'm going to fuck him on his next visit or not. Maybe next time I will fuck him, maybe next time I will make him swallow my load. Only time will tell.