I had been working at this pharmacy store for one year. I started as a cashier and soon was moved to the photo department.
The only problem was the pay—and then the hours. I was working a little more than part-time, and while living with roommates helped, I was having trouble keeping my bills paid, specifically my car payment.
I’m Adam, 20 years old, 5’10”, tall and slim. If you looked at me butt naked, I was well-defined and toned. My 7.5-inch cock was thick, and having run track in high school, my ass was round and plump.
Today, as I headed to work, I noticed the mail and the red envelope, meaning my car payment was late. I sighed, took the letter, and brought it into my room.
I needed to get another job if I was going to make ends meet—and soon.
Working the photo department was an excellent opportunity for me to learn the ins and outs of that department. In no time, I was able to take the machines apart and change the mechanicals. I loved my job—if only it paid more.
The store location was 20 minutes from the coast in Pablo’s Verdes, and so most of our photos were of the beach or beach-related. Working at night, I would only get a few orders, but I was the one getting the day team caught up with special orders.
I ran into my boss, the store manager, Mark. He was a good guy—6’2”, tall, in great shape. He had been in track and wrestling in college, and it showed. He was in his early 30s and already a store manager.
I told him two weeks ago about my money problems. He had promised that as soon as a better position opened up, he would do his best to promote me.
The first hint that things would go south came on a Tuesday night. I had to close the register as our night cashier left home sick. I was checking out the last few customers when I noticed a guy still waiting in the aisles of the store. I locked the door as the skeleton crew started doing store recovery, and I walked up to tell him he needed to check out as we were now closed.
Honestly, the crew and I were just aching for 9:30 PM to come so we could start closing. I was meeting my girlfriend Jackie at her place. Her roommates were out late, so it was just the apartment for ourselves.
I was daydreaming of my girl and the sex we were going to have night. I absentmindedly adjusted my crotch. I mean, I’m 20, and I’m horny all the time. I adjusted again as my boner was coming to life.
“Cough, cough,” I heard, snapping me out of my thoughts. The guy was still in the store, getting my attention. He was about 5’6”, mid-40s, with a belly. He had the semi-shine of thinning hair that made his scalp gleam, and he was wearing some shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.
“Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,” he said as he placed two large containers of Vaseline on the counter. I thought nothing of it, but I did have to work the container to get it to scan.
In the meantime, the customer was looking at me intently. It definitely triggered the stranger-danger feeling, but I focused on getting him out and closing down.
“Are you new here?” he asked, his voice deeper and stronger than the squeaky tone I had imagined.
“No, I’ve been here for a year now,” I replied as the container finally beeped and scanned. I took the second can and started struggling again.
“You look great, man. Don’t get stuck here,” he said as he placed a box of XL Trojan condoms and a box of latex medical gloves on the counter.
I was so green that I didn’t bother letting my thoughts linger on the items on the counter. I scanned and told him his total.
“Name’s James, by the way,” he said as I shook his hand. James had a strong grip, stronger than I had thought.
I smiled and handed him the bag. James pulled out a container of Vaseline and said, “You know, sometimes you need to break them in,” before smiling and walking out.
I took him for crazy and continued closing my register.
The next night, James came in again and this time just bought some gloves.
“These are smoother,” he said, looking at me for a response, trying to read me.
But I was again just aching to get out of there.
James became a regular. He was a cool guy and told me he was a coach when he was younger at a local high school before an injury sidetracked him. He was one of those stock traders and said he made a good living.
Within a few weeks, we were talking up a storm in the store. He always showed up 15 minutes before closing, and he just made the time go faster.
In one of his regular visits, he asked about my job, and I proceeded to share all of my business with him—about my late car payments and my general struggle with money. He listened intently, and just like other times before, there was that intense look in his eyes, but I was used to it by now.
The following night, he showed up earlier and asked about my bills again. I told him nothing had changed and I was thinking of getting a second job to make ends meet so I could keep my car.
He handed me a card and said plainly, “I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, Adam. I think you’re hot. I have a proposition for you—I will pay to make the late payments and the next three car payments if you let me fuck you.”
I was in shock, and my response was, “Fuck no, man! I’m straight, and well, you’re like 45, and no, man!” For an instant, I did consider it—I was that strapped for cash.
James just smiled and said, “Think about it. It’s a small thing to give up for the money,” and he walked out.
Another month went by, and I was stressed out again. I had no money to make the payment, and I wasn’t doing well. I kept applying for positions near home, but with my schedule, nothing was coming up.
James came in that night. It had been weeks since he had shown up last. He had his usual items—condoms, gloves, and Vaseline. I was on register again. Our last cashier had found something better, and we were short staffed.
“Hey, Adam, how’s it going?” he said, looking me over. I pretended not to notice.
“I’m good, man,” I said, trying to hide the constant pressure I was under.
“So… about…” I caught my words and just kept scanning the Vaseline containers and the new set of condoms. How could I even consider James’s proposal?
“Let’s talk, man. What time are you off?” he said with a smile, as if knowing exactly what I was going through.
I needed that money bad. “I’m off at 10 PM,” I said, surprising even myself.
“Okay, perfect. I’ll be in the red car in the parking lot. Come find me.”
He paid and walked out. I was torn and afraid, but I had no choice. The ten minutes that followed were the longest of my life. I mean, it was just sex, right? I thought to myself. But who was I fooling?
My boss was working the night shift today and was running a tight ship. I was done and checked out by 9:50 PM.
Good, I thought. The last thing I needed was my coworkers seeing me in a customer’s car.
I walked out and down to the store’s parking lot, and there, toward the back of the structure, was a red Cadillac. I walked over in a rush, and James clicked open the door for me as I sat down.
“Okay, let’s just be frank, Adam,” he said, looking me over as if sizing me up. “You need money, and I can give it to you in exchange… for your asshole,” he said bluntly.
I was shocked by how direct James was being with me. I thought, in my stupidity, that James wanted me to give him a good fucking and that was that. But this… well, this was not what I expected.
I looked down, thinking I should be grossed out, insulted, and bothered, but I felt nothing.
“What would I have to do?” I said, feeling detached as I spoke the words.
“Simple. You show up at my place at 9 PM, and your asshole is mine to do with until 5 AM,” he said, smiling.
He reached out and massaged my shoulder reassuringly. “Are you a virgin?” he asked hungrily as his hand moved down to my chest.
“I have a girlfriend,” I replied.
“Adam,” he said sharply, with a playful smile. “Have you had any anal play with anyone—male or female?” His hand now moved down to my abs.
“No, of course not,” I said, as if he had insulted me.
James just smiled, and with his hand moving, he reached my crotch.
“So you just want to fuck me?” I said as I considered his offer.
“Think about it, Adam—giving me your hole for the night, and the very next day, you’ll be debt-free,” James said as he pushed his hand into my pants, grabbing my flaccid cock and holding it.
I was a little shocked, but I wasn’t gay, so I stayed flaccid. It was something he noticed, and he smiled.
“My offer is only good till this Friday,” he said as he used his hands to cup my balls and feel how big and round they were.
“This Friday?” I asked, concerned. “That’s only two days away.”
James smiled and said, “Yes, think about it. It’s very good money,” as he took my cock in his hand again, giving it a good squeeze.
“You’ll have enough money left over to treat Jackie to an amazing date,” he whispered in my ear as he pumped my cock with his hand.
Man, I thought, Jackie and I could use that date. Just thinking about her, my cock got hard and stiff in James’s hand.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Adam?” James said as he licked my earlobe while playing with my now hard cock.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I replied. I was afraid, thinking about being with a man wasn’t something I had ever considered, but I could see no other way to cover my debts. I tried to ease my thoughts—I’d have extra money to spend on Jackie, a great date, and maybe even get a hotel where we could fuck all night.
My cock pulsed just thinking about sex with my girlfriend.
“That’s the spirit,” James whispered in my ear as he moved his hand to cup my balls, giving them a nice squeeze.
“Trust me, you’re going to love it. Hell, you might end up asking me for more,” he said, smiling, his eyes hungry for me and my innocence.
He pulled his hand out and said excitedly, “Call me Friday morning so that I know you’re serious, and I’ll send you my address.”
I got out, and he came around and hugged me. It was so awkward and felt wrong. He then placed his hands on my ass, massaging them before giving them a good squeeze.
“It’s just gonna be great. Eight hours of work, and you’ll be set for a few months,” he said as he nuzzled my neck.
I pulled away and walked over to my car. Without looking back, I drove out of the store’s parking lot.
Friday came, and I told my girlfriend that I was going to hang out with the boys and I’d see her Saturday for a dinner date. We were each other’s firsts in junior high, and I always thought that’s what helped us stick through the challenges over the years. I loved her dearly.
I told myself I would do this and then forget about it, like it never happened.
Friday morning, I couldn’t muster the courage to call James. I was having second thoughts, every instinct screaming at me to walk away.
Just before going to lunch, my boss called me into his office. He informed me that there would be cuts to hours due to lack of sales, and unfortunately, I was one of the three employees affected.
That was it. There was no choice left.
I walked into the break room, opened my locker, and stared at my wallet before pulling out James’s card. My fingers hesitated, trembling as I dialed the number.
James answered almost immediately, his tone brimming with excitement. “Adam! I thought you’d changed your mind.”
“No. Send me the address,” I said flatly, the voice in my head screaming for me to hang up.
“Not so fast. I need some insurance,” he said, leaving me confused. “I want you to go into the bathroom and take a selfie.”
“Okay, fine,” I said, desperate to get this over with.
“And then,” he added, cutting me off, “I want you to go into that office you told me no one ever visits. Take off your clothes and take a full-body nude picture. Send them both to me.”
I froze. “What? Why?”
“For my peace of mind. It’ll ensure you don’t change your mind at the last minute,” he said smoothly, as if this were the most natural request in the world.
My heart raced, but I nodded. “Got it,” I said, resigned.
I rushed into the bathroom, snapped a quick selfie in the mirror, and then made my way to the back office. As usual, it was empty. With shaky hands, I stripped off my clothes, setting them aside before taking the full-body picture.
I stared at the screen, unable to ignore how impressive I looked. My toned body, my defined muscles. My flaccid dick hung at four inches, but I gave it a few pumps, watching it harden to its full size.
Fuck, I thought, Jackie would love this.
The buzz of my phone interrupted my thoughts. James had texted. “Impressive,” it read. “I’ve sent you the address. Don’t be late.”
And just like that, it was done.
I got dressed and headed back out to the floor, the weight of what I’d just done hanging heavy over me. My shift dragged on as I kept checking the clock. I was off at 4:30 p.m. and rushed home to shower and clean myself twice over, as if trying to wash away the guilt that clung to me.
By 8:00 p.m., I was on the road, heading toward the address James had sent. The closer I got, the more luxurious the area became. The coastal hills were dotted with mansions, each more extravagant than the last. I drove slowly, my nerves twisting in my stomach.
Finally, I arrived at the gate of a sprawling estate. I pressed the intercom button and hesitated. “It’s Adam,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. The gates buzzed open, and I drove up a winding road, the lights of the massive house coming into view.
James stood in the driveway, wearing shorts and a shirt that stretched tightly over his round belly. His thinning hair was tied into a small ponytail, and his face lit up as I parked.
“You made it!” he said, his excitement unnerving.
“Yeah,” I replied weakly, stepping out of the car. “Nice place.”
“Let’s head inside,” he said, motioning toward the house. His tone was brisk, as if he were sticking to a schedule.
The moment we stepped inside, James led me to a massive bathroom. It felt more like a gym’s locker room than a residential space, with gleaming marble floors and an oversized shower.
“Okay, let’s get started. It’s 9:00 p.m.,” he announced, and right on cue, his watch beeped. “Take it all off.”
I hesitated, my hands lingering at the hem of my shirt. “Come on, Adam,” he said, his tone impatient. “We don’t have all night.”
With trembling hands, I stripped off my shirt and jeans, each movement feeling heavier than the last. The air in the room felt thicker now, almost suffocating, as I stood there in just my boxer briefs. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears as if it were trying to drown out everything else. James’s eyes roamed over me hungrily, a predatory glint in them that sent a shiver crawling down my spine.
“You’re nervous,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Good. I like that.” His words only added to the growing knot in my stomach.
Then he stepped closer, pulling a pair of scissors from the counter. The metallic glint caught the light, making the sharp edges gleam. “I’ll take care of these,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone casual despite the tension thickening between us. “Don’t move.”
The cold metal brushed against my skin as he slipped the scissors beneath the waistband of my briefs. I froze, every muscle in my body locking up as if I were prey caught in a trap. My breath hitched as the blades grazed the sensitive skin near my hips, the sensation sending a jolt of adrenaline through me.
The fabric gave way with a soft snip, the sound far louder in the oppressive silence of the room. Another careful cut, and the waistband hung loosely, sliding down my thighs before falling to the floor in a heap. I was now fully exposed, my cock and balls on display under his piercing gaze.
James wasted no time. His hand brushed against my hip, warm and possessive, as his eyes lingered on my body with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “Perfect,” he murmured, almost to himself, as if he were admiring a piece of art he’d been waiting to claim.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My instincts screamed at me to run, to put as much distance as I could between us. But I stayed rooted to the spot, trapped not just by the situation but by my own desperation. The danger felt palpable now, pressing in from all sides, yet I couldn’t afford to back out—not when everything depended on seeing this through.
“Nice,” he murmured, taking my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. He gave them a few experimental tugs, making me grunt involuntarily.
“Let’s get you prepped,” he said, leading me to a mat on the floor. “A clean hole is a hole worth eating,” he chuckled.
“Adam, get on all fours,” he commanded.
I froze for a moment but obeyed, lowering myself to the mat. Before I could fully process what was happening, I felt the wet warmth of his tongue pressing against my exposed hole.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped, my body jolting at the unfamiliar sensation. The jolt spread from my ass to my cock, sending a shiver through me.
James moaned as he worked his tongue into me, the sensation both strange and electric. His chubby hands tugged at my balls and stroked my cock, but I stayed flaccid, trying to detach myself from the situation.
After a while, James pulled back. “Good boy,” he said, smacking my ass hard enough to make me flinch.
He walked over to the counter, pulling on a pair of gloves and grabbing a tub of Vaseline. “Now, Adam,” he began, “let me warn you. Every guy’s first time is painful. It’s only after the third or fourth fuck that it starts feeling really, really amazing.”
I said nothing, bracing myself for what was to come.
“Relax,” he said as he slid a lubed finger into my hole. “That’s it. Breathe.”
“Aaaa,” I grunted, my body clenching around the intrusion.
“That’s it. Almost there,” James said, curling his finger inside me. A strange, electric sensation shot through me, making me grunt again.
He slipped in a second finger, stretching me further. “Shit,” I muttered, the discomfort bordering on pain.
“Good boy,” he cooed, picking up the pace as he finger-fucked me. His free hand teased my balls, tugging and stroking them in time with his movements.
“Ahhh, yes,” I hissed, my body involuntarily responding to the stimulation. My cock remained mostly soft, but I couldn’t deny the sensation was starting to affect me.
James was relentless, driving his fingers deeper and curling them against a spot that made my legs tremble. “Perfect,” he murmured.
James pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, leaving me gasping for air, my body shivering from the invasive sensations. “Stay just like that, Adam,” he said, his voice calm yet commanding. “Keep that ass up. We’re not done yet.”
I heard him fiddling with something on the counter, and then I felt it—a cold, hard metal object pressing against my entrance.
“Relax,” he said, his hand pressing against my lower back to keep me still. “This is going to help clean you out.”
“What the hell is that?” I managed to gasp, but before I could react, the metal nozzle was pushed into me.
“Shit!” I hissed through gritted teeth as it slid in deeper, stretching me even more.
“It’s just a little thicker than my fingers,” James said dismissively. “You’re doing great.”
I felt the sudden rush of water shooting into me, a strange, warm sensation that filled me up and sent an uncomfortable pressure spreading through my stomach.
“Relax, Adam,” he said again, his tone almost soothing as he twisted and pulled the nozzle slightly, making the water swirl inside me. “This is all part of the prep.”
I couldn’t help but groan as the water drained out of me, running down my legs and pooling on the mat beneath me. James seemed unfazed, even delighted, as he pushed the nozzle back in and repeated the process.
“Good boy,” he said, smacking my ass again, harder this time. “You’re taking it like a champ.”
Humiliated, I kept my face down on the mat, my body trembling as he continued the invasive cleaning process.
When he was finally satisfied, James pulled the nozzle out with a wet pop. “Perfect,” he said, grabbing his phone to take more pictures.
I glanced back, my face burning as the camera flashed. I could only imagine how I looked—on all fours, my ass red and glistening, water dripping down my thighs.
“Such a good boy,” James said, his tone mocking as he admired his work.
He helped me to my feet and led me to the shower, turning on the water and handing me soap and body wash. “Clean yourself up,” he ordered, standing back to watch as I obeyed.
The humiliation wasn’t over. James directed every movement, telling me which parts of my body to scrub and how to position myself as he continued snapping pictures.
By the time I stepped out of the shower and dried off, I was trembling with a mix of exhaustion, shame, and dread for what was coming next.
James led me to another room, this one lined with red velvet and bathed in shifting LED lights that created a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. In the center of the room was a large ottoman, its top plush and inviting but its base reinforced with metal rings.
“This is where the real fun begins,” James said, his voice brimming with excitement as he pulled out a tangled mess of leather straps and metal rings. The sight alone made my stomach twist with apprehension.
“What’s all that for?” I asked, my voice shaky, the words stumbling out before I could stop them. I had no idea what I was looking at. Straps and harnesses? This was a world I didn’t understand—far removed from the simple, familiar intimacy I shared with Jackie.
“Every guy’s first time should be special,” James said with a grin that sent another jolt of unease through me. He stepped closer, the leather straps dangling ominously from his hands. “You’ll see.”
I stood frozen as he began wrapping the harness around me, his hands firm but deliberate. The leather was cold against my bare skin, the sensation foreign and unnerving. He started with my chest, pulling the straps snugly around my torso. My breath hitched as the leather tightened, framing my pecs and abs in a way that accentuated my lean, toned physique. Despite myself, I glanced down, noticing how the straps highlighted every contour of my body.
“This is… weird,” I muttered under my breath, but James ignored me, focused entirely on his task. He added another strap around my waist, cinching it tight and tugging slightly to test its fit. My nervousness grew as the harness began to take shape, the straps crossing over my shoulders and down my back like some strange costume.
“Hold still,” James said, his voice firm as he buckled a thick leather collar around my neck. The metal rings jingled softly as he adjusted it, the sound filling the silence of the room. I swallowed hard, the weight of the collar making me feel even more out of my depth.
James stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes roaming over me with satisfaction. “Perfect,” he said, his tone dripping with approval. “You look fucking amazing.”
I couldn’t help but glance at myself in the mirror on the far wall. My cheeks flushed as I took in the sight. The harness clung to my body in ways I hadn’t expected, framing my slim but defined chest and abs while emphasizing my hips and legs. My ass looked impossibly round and full in the mirror, the leather straps curving perfectly around it.
I hated that I admired how I looked, even for a moment. It was as if the harness had transformed me into someone—or something—entirely different. The thought sent a fresh wave of unease through me.
“See what I mean?” James said, pulling out his phone. The flash of the camera brought me back to the moment, and I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “You’re a natural.”
Humiliated but compliant, I stood there as he took picture after picture, each snap of the camera reinforcing how far out of my element I was.
“Now, let’s get you in position,” he said, his voice casual as he led me to a large ottoman in the center of the room. He guided me onto all fours, his hands firm as he secured my wrists and ankles to the metal rings on the base. I flinched slightly as the leather straps tightened around my limbs, holding me firmly in place.
A thick pillow was placed under my hips, lifting them just enough to leave me completely exposed. My face burned as I felt the cool air on my skin, the vulnerable position adding to my growing discomfort.
“You look incredible,” James said, stepping back to admire me again. His tone was laced with satisfaction, but all I felt was the rising tide of nervousness—and the inescapable knowledge that I was in way over my head.
“Now, Adam,” he began, his tone shifting to something darker, more commanding, “I need to make sure you understand something. Tonight, you’re mine. Every inch of your ass hole is mine to do what I want.”
I didn’t respond but only nodded my agreement, my body tensing at his words. My wrists strained slightly against the bindings as I adjusted, trying to ease the discomfort without drawing attention. But he noticed.
“Trying to squirm away already?” he mocked, stepping behind me. His hands were suddenly on my hips, firm and unyielding. “No, no, no. You stay right there.”
I heard him retrieve something from the side of the room—the tub of vaseline he had bought at my store, the familiar sound of lubricant being squeezed out. My heart raced as I felt his hand press against my exposed ass, the coolness of the lube contrasting with the heat radiating from my body.
“This,” he said, sliding his fingers along the rim of my entrance, “is going to feel incredible once you let it. But the first time is always… its gonna hurt no lie.”
He pushed one finger in without hesitation, the intrusion causing me to gasp sharply.
“Relax,” James instructed, his free hand moving to my lower back to steady me. “It’s just a finger. You’ve already taken more than this.”
I bit my lip, suppressing a groan as his finger twisted and curled inside me, probing with practiced precision. The discomfort was undeniable, but there was something else—a strange, unfamiliar sensation that made my body react involuntarily.
“See? You’re already loosening up,” he said smugly, adding a second finger. The stretch was intense, and I couldn’t hold back the grunt that escaped me.
“There it is,” he murmured, his voice low and predatory. “Feel that? That’s your body starting to understand what it wants.”
I shook my head, more out of defiance than anything else, but James only laughed. “Oh, Adam, you’ll see. By the end of tonight, you’ll be begging for more.”
He removed his fingers abruptly, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness. “Let’s see how ready you are,” he said, moving around to position himself. I heard the unmistakable sound of a condom being torn open, followed by the slick noise of him lubing up.
“Take a deep breath,” James said, gripping my hips firmly. “This is going to hurt, but you’ll thank me later.”
Before I could process his words, he pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and pushed forward with a slow but relentless force. The initial stretch was unbearable, a sharp, searing pain that made me cry out despite myself.
“There it is,” James groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So tight, so perfect.”
I buried my face into the pillow, my body tense as I tried to adjust to the invasion. James didn’t stop, his hands gripping my hips as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me.
“Fuck, Adam,” he said breathlessly, pausing for a moment to let me adjust. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, both from the pain and the sheer humiliation of the situation. But James wasn’t done. He began to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting in again, each movement deliberate and controlled.
“See? You’re taking it like a pro,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “I told you, trust me soon its gonna feel good.”
I didn’t respond, my body trembling with every thrust. James leaned over, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered into my ear. “You’re mine now, Adam. And by the time I’m done, you’ll know exactly what that means.”
His pace quickened, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as he lost himself in the act. Each thrust sent waves of conflicting sensations through me.I could feel him getting closer, his movements becoming more erratic, his breathing heavier.
“MMMM, ,MMMMGGGHH, ARRRGHHRRRR” I gargled in pain as james went to work mercilessly fucking me for the what felt like a lifetime.
“Not so straight anymore, Adam,” James teased, his voice dripping with mockery as he buried his cock deep inside me. The words stung more than I wanted to admit, piercing through the haze of pain and humiliation. “Not so high and mighty now,” he sneered, pulling out completely before slamming back in with unrelenting force, each thrust a brutal reminder of how helpless I was in this moment.
“I love breaking in virgins,” he yelled triumphantly, as if my pain and submission were trophies he had earned. His tone wasn’t just mocking—it carried an undercurrent of satisfaction, a twisted joy in reducing me to this state.
I gasped and grunted as James shifted positions, his movements deliberate and commanding. Doggy style was no longer enough for him. He placed himself above me, the new angle forcing his cock deeper than I thought was possible. His body loomed over mine, his weight pressing down, amplifying the sense of control he wielded over me.
My grunts turned into cries as he went to work, each thrust feeling like a blazing poker driving deeper and deeper into my exposed hole. The pain was raw and unrelenting, a constant reminder of how completely I was at his mercy. I tried to block it out, to retreat into my mind, but James wouldn’t let me. His words pulled me back into the moment, his voice a weapon as much as his body.
“Smack!” The sharp sting of his hand against my ass jolted me, dragging a gasp from my throat. “Squeeze as I pull out, bitch!” he barked, his tone leaving no room for defiance.
Instinctively, I did as I was told, clenching around him as he withdrew. The sensation of my hole gripping his cock seemed to please him, his low growl of approval sending a shiver through me. “Good boy,” he muttered under his breath, almost too soft to hear, but the words lingered, sinking into my subconscious like seeds waiting to take root.
When he slammed back in, it was with an intensity that left me trembling, the force of his thrusts shaking my entire body. Tears streamed down my face as I clung to the ottoman, my cries muffled by the overwhelming sounds of flesh against flesh.
“Perfect,” James hissed, his voice heavy with satisfaction as he continued to roughly pound into me. His words felt like a calculated move, designed to erode any sense of resistance or self-preservation I might have had left. “Mmmm, aaaaa, aaaaiiiiee,” I cried out, the sounds escaping me involuntarily, raw and primal.
But James wasn’t just taking control of my body—he was working on my mind, too. Every word, every command, every mocking laugh was a deliberate attempt to rewrite my perception of myself, to plant the idea that this was who I was now. His dominance wasn’t just physical; it was psychological, a relentless assault on the very core of my identity.
And the worst part? I didn’t even realize it. Not yet. In my mind, this was still just about the money, a transaction I had agreed to out of desperation. But James was playing a longer game, one I couldn’t see, one I wasn’t prepared for.
He pulled out completely, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness, only to thrust back in with renewed vigor, his movements faster, harder, more relentless. “That’s it,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I’d have bruises. “Take it all, Adam. You’re mine now.”
There was a pop, followed by a strange, stretching sensation that sent shockwaves through my body. My eyes flew open in shock as James let out a triumphant yell from behind me. “That’s right, bitch! Now my balls are in your asshole too!” His laughter rang out, half-mocking and half-delighted, as though he had just unlocked some grand achievement at my expense.
The feeling was indescribable—a mix of pain, fullness, and utter disbelief that my body could even accommodate this. My mind reeled, trying to process the humiliating reality of what was happening. I didn’t think it was possible, but here I was, my ass stretched wider than I could have ever imagined, holding more than just his cock.
“Fuck, Adam,” James groaned, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “You’re taking it all like a good little slut. I knew you had it in you.” His words cut through me, igniting a fresh wave of humiliation. But something else was creeping in, too—a strange sense of resignation, a growing instinct to obey, to submit, just to make it through this.
“Now squeeze,” he barked, his tone sharp and commanding. “Tighten that ass around me while I pull out. Come on, do it.” The authority in his voice left no room for hesitation. My body responded before my mind could catch up, instinctively clenching around him.
“That’s it,” James hissed, the satisfaction in his tone undeniable. “Good boy. You’re learning already.” His words lingered in the air, planting seeds of obedience that I barely noticed taking root. Every command, every degrading remark was shaping me, training me to respond without question.
As he thrust back in, I felt the strain again, the overwhelming fullness that had me gasping and trembling beneath him. His pace quickened, his movements more erratic as he chased his orgasm. My cries turned into ragged breaths, my body a vessel for his pleasure, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and shame.
Then it happened—an involuntary release, a loss of control that sent a stream of warmth trickling down my thighs. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what was happening. I was pissing myself. The humiliation hit me like a freight train, but before I could even process it, James noticed.
“Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Look at you, Adam. You’re really letting it all go, huh?” His hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back just enough for him to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry. This is just the beginning. You’re going to learn so much tonight.”
I was sobbing, humiliated and in some discomfort, tied and restrained.
James slid his cock back into my hole and stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, massaging my ass, spanking it and pulling my muscular glutes apart to get a better view of his cock buried in my ass, before finally pulling out. I relaxed onto the ottoman, my body trembling and sore, my mind racing with everything that had just happened.
James stood over me, a satisfied smile on his face. “You did good,” he said, patting my ass as if I were some prize he’d just won.
James disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, leaving me slumped over the ottoman, my body aching and my mind spiraling in a whirlwind of regret and resignation. The room felt eerily quiet except for the distant sound of running water. I lay there, utterly exposed, trying to take deep, uneven breaths to steady myself. But the shame was suffocating, heavy as the marks of the straps still biting into my skin.
When James emerged from the bathroom, my heart sank further. There he was, completely naked, the soft light of the room highlighting every detail of his body. His belly was round, protruding slightly over the thick base of his cock, which hung between his thighs with a casual arrogance. His thinning hair, tied back in a pathetic ponytail, glistened faintly with water droplets. He was everything I would have never desired—older, overweight, unattractive—but here he was, standing over me like a king surveying his conquest.
And yet, he exuded power. Not the kind that came from beauty or charm, but a raw, domineering presence that demanded submission. I couldn’t look away, no matter how much I wanted to. My humiliation deepened as I realized that no matter how unappealing he was, I was utterly at his mercy.
James walked over with a deliberate, confident stride, his wet skin glistening under the shifting lights. Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His grip was firm, unyielding, and the sudden motion made me gasp.
“Now, Adam,” he began, his voice dripping with mock concern, “you can go home if you can’t handle this.” His smile was almost kind, as though he were offering me a choice. But the condescension in his tone cut through me like a blade. “Of course, if you do, you’ll be missing out on the money.”
He leaned closer, his face just inches from mine, and I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke. His expression was disturbingly calm, almost comforting, as though this was nothing more than a casual conversation between friends. “Or,” he continued, “you can stick to the deal we made and get paid as promised.”
The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating me. I could feel the tears welling up again, hot and unrelenting, as my chest heaved with quiet sobs. I wanted to scream, to push him away, to run out of this house and never look back. But the thought of the money—of clearing my debt, of being free from this burden—was an anchor holding me in place.
I nodded, my movements weak and trembling, unable to find the strength to do anything else. The tears spilled over, streaking down my cheeks as James’s grin widened.
“Good,” he said simply, releasing his grip on my hair. My head dropped back down, the weight of my humiliation pressing me into the ottoman like a stone.
He reached down, his fingers trailing along my jaw before lifting my chin again, forcing me to look at him once more. His touch was deliberate, calculated, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he took in my tear-streaked face.
“You’re doing great, Adam,” he said softly, his tone almost patronizing. “You’ll get used to this. Trust me, by the end of tonight, you might even start to enjoy it.”
The words struck me like a blow, my stomach churning at the thought. But I said nothing, my voice lost somewhere between shame and resignation. James’s grin lingered as he straightened up, towering over me with a confidence that only deepened my sense of powerlessness.
As he turned and walked back to the counter, I caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirrored wall. His aging body, his unapologetic posture—it was almost surreal how someone so physically unimpressive could hold so much control over me. And yet, there I was, bound by my own desperation, unable to do anything but submit.
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