Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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We land in a dimly lit hallway that seems to stretch on and on. A plushy red rug covers the hardwood flooring, rendering our footsteps eerily silent. The walls are bare, aside from scarce art pieces depicting angels and devils at war, their faces screaming in pain. As I pad behind Ben, still completely naked, a sense of unease settles over me once again. It renders my tongue still. I should say something. Just talking to him could put me at ease? Ben hasn't said anything at all, just dragged me along in the dark. My wrist is starting to hurt.
I'm led to make a left turn, then a right, then another left. After two more turns I can't keep track of which way we came from. We pass closed door after closed door. This place looked a lot smaller from the outside, jeez. Ben's pace gets faster and faster, he must be getting excited. I put aside my disorientation, and focus on my leaking cock leading me forward. I really want to cum bad, and I'm sure this kinky guy will show me things I've never seen before. Finally, Ben stops before a door that looks like all of the others. An anticlimactic destination, I must say.
"Here we are Jazz," Ben smiles at me as he pulls out a silver key and sets it into the keyhole, "We are going to have a lot of fun in here." I attempt to smile weakly back, but I'm confused about why the door is locked? Like, we are already inside. Does he keep really expensive sex shit in here or something? I moan as he grabs my erection and pulls me into the room by it.
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and then dim light of the hallway, so as we walk into the dazzlingly lit interior I have to shield them. It's like, hospital white in here. As my eyes adapt, I note that the room is rather small. It's only about fifteen square feet total, but it is packed with a variety of items. Along all four of its walls, there is small scaffolding from which hangs all sorts of bondage equipment? Some of it I recognize from porn, like ball gags, chains, ropes, paddles, and nipple clamp type stuff. Others I can only guess at, like what seems to be miles of leather belts, and small tubes with rings around them with padlocks attached. On the floor of the room there is a mattress as well as a large wooden "X" standing up. Cuffs are attached at all corners of them both.
"That's uhh... pretty hardcore huh?" I sigh, my eyes wide, "Th..This is uhh..."
"Oh, my little sub," Ben wraps his arms around my waist and fists my cock, "You're not scared are you? Daddy's gonna take good care of you, don't worry. We can start simple." He turns me around and kisses me deeply. His touch makes my heart flutter, and helps to relieve my anxieties somewhat, but still like I DO NOT know this person. I can't just let him tie me up and have his way with me? Can I? My dick twitches.
I want to.
"Here, sit Jazz," he points to the black bedspread, "and close your eyes." I stare at him for a moment and consider disobeying. How silly. Close your eyes. Like he's gonna give me a present or something. I do it anyways, cause fuck it? There's rustling on the wall to my left and his footsteps approach me again.
"Open," Ben says gently. He's holding a black leather collar in front of my neck. A padlock pedulates back and forth from one of the rings upon it. "Think you can handle this much?"
"Yeah, I think so," I nod my head. That's not so bad. I was expecting needles or something that would kill my boner. I lift my chin, allowing him to secure the unyielding leather around me. The padlock makes a resounding *click*. It's literally locked onto me and I couldn't get it off if I wanted to. There's a strange... security that I feel? It's exciting.
"You're mine now. As long as you wear this collar, I own you, boy," Ben says smugly. He then reaches down to his fly and opens it. "Now, why don't you get on your knees for your Master again?" He's hard as fuck, and my mouth waters in anticipation.
As I comply and suck in the head of his dick, I hear an odd sound above me. It was too quiet and brief for me to make out what it was, and it's very soon out of my mind. I'm horny as shit and there's a big cock for me to suck. He tastes faintly more musky this time around. Ben hooks a chain leash to the collar ring and uses it to pull me into him deeper and faster. As his breath becomes haggard, he shoves me onto my back where I land on the soft sheets.
In his eyes, I can see his need. His lust. It's feral, carnal, like a panther. He falls on top of me, lifting my legs above his shoulders and sinking his teeth into my neck. I shriek, because it fucking hurts. There's that noise above us again? It sounded like a thump and a moan? That can't be... Ben's cock is humping my crack, leaking a trail of cool precum the whole way. I open my mouth to ask about what's upstairs, but before I can make a sound he jams three fingers down my throat, gagging me.
Ben's cock kisses against my hole and presses into it, using only my spit as lubrication. It's gonna be a rough fuck. As my tight ring gives way to his rigid dick, he jerks my dick furiously. The pleasure relaxes me enough for him to slide in balls deep. Ben's groaning into my chest at the sensation of his tight insertion. I see fucking stars as the pain rips through my ass. He mercifully holds still long enough for me to adjust a little. I feel small kisses climb up from my nipples to my chin, and then he removes his fingers from my mouth to kiss me.
He smacks me hard on each of my ass cheeks twice, then whispers, "Come on boy, tell your Master you want his cock." He's smiling mischievously. My mind is running at a million miles an hour trying to concentrate on my own thoughts and situation, but Ben's cock sloooooowly sliding into me, millimeter by millimeter, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. All I can let out is a long moan, and he doesn't press me for a more verbal response. He slams into my hole and reaches over me, fingering a remote. Loud heavy metal music comes through unseen speakers above us, ripping through me and before long I'm lost in the rhythm of our fuck and the pounding of the bass.
Ben effortlessly flips me over onto my stomach and continues his assault, holding my hands behind my back. He grunts between each of his thrusts, and I feel his sweat falling onto my shoulders. Looking forward, I see myself in a mirror being fucked hard. Ben's back and shoulder muscles are tensed and ripped. I watch his eyes as they roll back into his head, orgasm close. He redoubles his efforts on my ass, pressing my cock into the mattress with just enough force to get me close as well. With a final huge pulse, he fully injects himself into me, nearly screaming into my hair as he cums hard inside me. My own load leaks beneath me, coating my pelvis and abs in seed. For a minute we hold still, tense and breathing heavily.
Gently, he removes himself from my well fucked hole. Kisses land on the back of my neck and trail down to my ass. Finally all my tension gone after a very long day, I relax into my own load and close my eyes. Some damn good dick is just what the doctor ordered.
