Dominated By Pretty Boy

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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My name is James. I'm a 23 year old man with a warehouse job unloading trucks. It's because of this that I'm in good shape, with fairly strong muscles due to lifting heavy boxes. It's a job that is not only physically demanding, but can mentally wear you down if you don't treat yourself to a break once in a while. That's why I was looking forward to our upcoming beach day.

10 co-workers and I all got together for a trip to the beach. It wasn't our first time going, so we knew the best place for us. Certain beaches were beyond packed on weekends like this, people were enamored by their crystal clear waters. That's not something we really cared about, though. The beach we went to did not have clear water. The sand and dirt particles made it very cloudy, but to us, having a much less crowded beach was worth it.

After a long and eventful day, we were almost ready to head home. At this point we were all standing in the water in a circle, talking. We were deep enough in the water that the waves were starting to form where we were standing, so they weren't bothering us. I'm one of the tallest in the group, so I was standing in the deepest part of the circle.

"James, you literally look like a floating head! I literally can't see any other part of you!" One of my co-workers joked.

I laughed, realizing how deep I was. Only my head and shoulders were above water. I looked down and also noticed the murky water was hiding most of my body. I could see the top of my chest, but everything below was consumed by dirt and sand particles.

As some of the other guys were sharing experiences from past visits to the beach, my mind started to drift away from the conversation. Standing to my right was a girl named Alicia. Most of the girls I work with are more butch looking, but Alicia was drop dead gorgeous. I glanced over to her and noticed how interested she was in the guys' stories.

Despite the shape I was in and my overall good looks, I wasn't the best talker. A lot of my co-workers were much smoother with the ladies than I was, and I subconsciously resented them for it. I was hoping to talk to Alicia a lot today, but I hadn't as much as I'd hoped to. I was trying to think of what else I could say to her.

I was jolted back into reality when I suddenly felt something on my lower back. I jumped a little, thinking something was swimming right behind me. I soon realized, however, that it was a hand belonging to the person standing to my left.

Gabriel is the newest member of our group as he is still pretty new at work. He is only 19, but could be mistaken for a high-schooler because he looks like a pretty boy. Gabriel is skinny, with a clean-shaven face, blue eyes, and brown hair with a messy curls hairstyle. His higher pitched voice and overall mannerisms added to his femininity. It was no secret he was gay, especially since he was the only one that seemed bothered by the dirty water, but he fit in well with the rest of us. At work, he usually handled the lighter boxes, but he worked hard and was surprisingly good at his job, earning our respect.

His touch was extremely odd and uncomfortable, but I thought he was just trying to get my attention. I looked over to him, but he was looking straight ahead, with a normal expression on his face.

"Gabe, you good?"

He finally looked over to me. "Mm-hmm." He responded with an innocent smile.

I gave him a puzzled look, then removed his hand. A few seconds later, he put his hand back. I pushed him away again, a little harder this time. He returned again, his hand rubbing my lower back in a circular motion this time.

"Gabe, what are you doing?" I asked, annoyed.

"I want to touch you. Come on, let me."

I was shocked by his answer. "What?? No!" I answered, quiet enough that no one could hear me.

"It's okay, no one will see." He said, referencing the opaque water.

"I don't care about that. I don't want you touching me." I said as I pushed his hand away again. I was irritated that I even had to explain myself to him.

A few seconds later his hand was back on me, but this time he started feeling my butt. I almost jumped out of my skin. I pushed his hand away, harder this time.

"Gabe, what the fuck??"

"James, I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you. Please let me, no one will know."

I could see the lust in Gabriel's eyes, he was dead serious about this. I was shocked at how aggressive and straightforward he was. I'd been told by girls that I was handsome, but I didn't think I could warrant this type of attention.

"No! Stop!" I now had a noticeable fear in my voice as he was rubbing my butt again. I tried to push his hand away again, but it wasn't working. The water resistance was limiting the force I could push with, so he could easily come right back and get a handful of ass whenever he wanted to, as he was now rubbing and squeezing me.

What I didn't realize was that I had been on Gabriel's radar for some time now, and he was looking for an opportunity to make a move on me. Unbeknownst to me, he checked me out every chance he could. Whenever I reached up for something on a shelf, he would watch me, seeing if my shirt would ride up and reveal any skin. Any time he was behind me, his eyes were glued to my ass. I had a real bubble butt, and he loved it. He'd do anything to feel it.

When he saw that no one could see through the water, he knew this was his chance. He wouldn't try this on any of the other guys. They were all so outgoing and confident in themselves that they would shut Gabriel down immediately. I, however, was introverted enough that he thought I might let him have his way.

Gabriel tried to exploit my introverted nature by asserting dominance over me, as he was aggressively pushing through my defending hands. He was now groping me for a good 5-10 seconds before I pushed him away. He could tell I was unsure if I could stop him.

I suddenly realized that my struggling was making a decent amount of noise. My hands pushing him were making the water splash, and I was letting out small grunts as my body squirmed to try to keep him away. I lowered my defenses for a few moments to look around at my co-workers, seeing if anyone was noticing me. I then looked over at Gabriel.

"Just let me..." He said softly as he fondled me.

I thought about it for a minute. I wasn't gay, so another man touching me not only grossed me out, but it was also very embarrassing the way he was taking advantage of the situation. However, there wasn't a whole lot I could do unless I wanted everyone to know that I was being felt up underwater. I also figured that we'd only be in the water for about ten more minutes at the most. As long as no one could see through the water, I could endure his assault on me, then curse him out for it later.

"Fine." I muttered, giving him an angry glare.

As my hands moved away from my backside, Gabriel all too eagerly placed his hand on my firm butt cheeks. He began rubbing them in a circular motion, mixing in some squeezes. "I should be able to do something." I thought to myself. How could I let this happen? I thought about just swimming back to shore and waiting there, but it would be seen as very disrespectful to the group that I would be so uninterested in them. Should I suggest that it's time to leave? That would be rude too. I couldn't think of a way out. I just had to hope this wouldn't go any further.

This skinny little twerp was having his way with my body in front of everyone. I could totally kick his ass if I wanted to, but my hands rested at my sides, not lifting a hand up. I was powerless. I was embarrassed, feeling weak and exploited. As I thought more about the situation I was in, I had a very strange feeling. I realized that the predicament that I was in was starting to turn me on. Being submissive to this gay pretty boy was giving me sexual thoughts. The attention to my ass was also becoming more and more pleasurable as I became more familiar with his touch.

I panicked at this thought. I am not gay! I tried to fight the feeling. I looked around at the rest of the group, trying to reengage myself into the conversation. I tried to pay attention to them to distract myself from Gabriel, but my mind would wander back to him, his right hand alternating between my left and right cheek. My heart sunk as I felt my dick hardening. As I wondered how was he having this effect on me, I felt his hand leave my ass, as it snaked around to my front.

"Spread your legs a little." He said. I did as I was told.

I then felt his hand begin to touch my thighs. At first he ran his hands softly on the outside of my leg, above my knee. I shuddered at his light touch. He then began to feel up my inner thighs, causing me to squirm. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, as I was rock hard at this point.

I mentally begged for him to stop, because I didn't know how much more humiliation I could take. I tried to will my dick to lower, trying to convince myself I didn't like it. The more I tried to fight it, however, the more aroused I became. Just then, Gabriel suddenly lifted his hand up higher until his fingers started gently caressing my balls through my bathing suit, causing me to sharply inhale. I instinctively grabbed his hand and pushed it away. In that moment, I tried to take back control.

"Stop..!" I said. I tried to sound intimidating, but my demand came out more like a plea.

Gabriel looked at me and smiled. "You know you can't stop me, so just let me." He sounded so calm and in control, I felt like I had no other choice but to obey.

"Besides, I don't think you want me to stop." He added, with a devious smile. "Now move your hand away." He had successfully put me back in my place.

I reluctantly opened back up and watched helplessly as I waited for him to resume his groping. However, he didn't pick up where he left off. A jolt of horror went through me as I felt the string of my bathing suit being loosened, and then my fly being opened. He was about to feel my naked genitals! I was breathing heavy, dreading what was to come. As his hand made contact with my naked balls, a wave of panic and excitement went over me.

He began fondling and caressing my testicles, feeling them up and down, holding them in his hand, testing their weight. He then held them in a more firm grip, while running his thumb in a circular motion along the sides of them. He would occasionally run his thumb on the underside of my shaft, causing my cock to throb. I tried to look casual, but I was fidgeting and could not control it. It felt so good, but I hated it at the same time. I waited desperately for the group to finally decide to get out of the water, I just wanted this to be over.

I was constantly looking around at the rest of the group. I was paranoid that they could tell what was going on. The only thing hiding me being violated was that it was happening underwater. The water was opaque, but I still felt so exposed. I looked over at Gabriel. He clearly wasn't worried about it, his calm demeanor giving off no signs of suspicion, demonstrating the dominance he had over me. A few hours ago I viewed him as a scrawny kid. Now I couldn't fathom disobeying him through the pleasured haze he put me in.

I was so focused on trying to control my fidgeting that I was completely caught off guard when he suddenly moved his hand up from my balls to my penis, as he gently took hold of my fully erect cock.

"Ah!" I gasped. It was loud. Everyone heard it. Suddenly the whole group was looking at me. I froze. I was sure I had been caught.

"James, you good?" Someone asked.

I finally realized that I had let out a surprised gasp as opposed to a sexual sounding one. My brain raced to quickly stammer out an explanation.

"Oh...uh...sorry. I-I thought I felt something swim past me." I managed. "Sorry about that."

"Oh, you're good, ha ha!" A couple of laughs later and the conversation resumed. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Nice one." Gabriel said, mocking me.

"Shut the fuck up..." I whispered back.

As he took hold of my rock solid cock, he began slowly stroking up and down my shaft, feeling my length. I was ashamed when his gentle and teasing touch caused my dick to throb in his young hand. He continued this way for what felt like an eternity, and his teasing was getting to me. My thoughts of resistance began to fade beyond the point of no return as my brain was only focused on more pleasure. He suddenly began to stroke me with more speed and fervor, causing me to suppress a moan. He still wasn't jerking me off, however, as there was no increase in pressure. He rubbed and stroked up and down my cock, his fingers either gliding against or gently holding my dick as he played with me, only increasing his teasing.

At this point I no longer felt embarrassment. I no longer cared who it was that was teasing me. My mind was completely clouded with pleasure. It was agonizing frustration, and the only thought I had was about Gabriel making me cum. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning. My fidgeting increased, and I began gyrating my hips. As I tried to remove the frustrated grimace on my face, I didn't know how much more I could take.

Gabriel finally took a firm grip of my penis and began jerking me. Even though he still wasn't going all out, I let out a groan of relief. He started off slow, but eventually held on tighter and began to pick up speed.

"Does it feel good?" Gabriel asked.

"Yeah..." I gasped, in between my deep breaths.

After all the teasing, it didn't take long until I was close to cumming. He was jerking me off with full force now, and I was ready to explode. Just as I was about to have an intense orgasm, he slowed down, going back to slowly stroking and teasing me. I writhed and squirmed, desperately hoping for him to finish me off. As I let out a disappointed whimper, I looked over at Gabriel. He was looking back at me with a dead serious face while maintaining eye contact.

"I know what you want..." He said, referencing my dire need to cum. "...and you're going to have to ask me for it."

I thought about the situation I was in for the first time in a while, and the implications of what he just asked me to do. He wanted me to ask him, a gay little pretty boy, to make me cum? To consent to what he's doing? To verbally confirm to him that I'm enjoying his assault? Even in my desperate state, I still couldn't bring myself to do that. I tried to hold on to my pride.

"I c-can't..." I whimpered.

He responded by letting go of me completely, keeping his hand inches from my penis. "Oh, fuckkk..." I shuddered, now in serious desperation.

"Do it." He demanded. "And look me in the eyes while you ask."

After what felt like a lifetime of inner conflict, my primal sexual need took over. I looked him in the eyes.

"Will...will you please make me cum?"

Still maintaining eye contact, he smirked at me and grabbed hold of my penis. He then looked back towards the group and quickly returned to jerking me off. I quickly covered my mouth to quiet my moans as I was once again close to cumming. I squeezed my eyes shut hard and my hips began gyrating again.

Due to all the teasing and how desperate I was, it only took about 30 seconds for me to cum. The orgasm came over me so fast, I was completely unprepared for it. I covered my mouth for as long as I could, but I was about to scream. Thinking fast, I dropped my head underwater. It was the only thing I could think of to do.

Once I was underwater I began shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm ran through me. I began humping uncontrollably, squirming and shaking hard. I clenched my fists and curled my toes. I furrowed my brow and pressed my lips together hard as pleasure plowed through my entire body. I hated it, but it was the most intense orgasm I ever had.

I came up out of the water breathing heavy, and was once again greeted by the stares of the group. I had to stammer out another explanation.

"Sorry, that sun beating down on me was killing me! Had to cool off my face there."

"Yeah, it's getting to me too." Someone agreed. "I think we'd better head in now."

Everyone agreed, and we began to get out of the water. 'Finally...' I thought to myself.

As I got out of the water, I was still dazed at what had just happened. A man just jerked me off and made me cum. I could hardly believe it was even real. As I was collecting my thoughts, Gabriel came up to me. I gave him an angry look, but he spoke before I could get a word in.

"You know, you were acting pretty strange out there. It would be a shame if everyone found out what really happened."

My look of anger quickly turned into a look of concern. After seeing my expression change, he gave me a wink.

"Talk to you at work." He said as he walked away.

My heart sunk, as I realized Gabriel might not be done with me yet.