23 year old Dustin wants his life. Sex was an order.
Just a couple days earlier I was expecting to have the time of my life with another gay man. Instead, here I was, in a life or death situation, being faced by the man I have been in love with since middle school.
The room was dark and the air smelled dusty, and old, as if the room hadn't been used in a long time. My hands were still tied behind my back by a really old rope that felt as if it was cutting into my skin. I still had a piece of duct tape over my mouth to muffle my pleas and cries for him to let me go. Finally Darrel turned around. I never expected him to be such an evil person. We were bonding so well, since we are both gay and I thought we had the same feelings for each other. I loved his jet black hair and creamy eyes that matched his light dark skin. His hair felt like silk as I ran my fingers through it sometimes. I always loved his sense of fashion and his interesting choice in colors. He was the perfect man. His muscles always made themselves known through his tight shirts, even his nipples were perfect. He had a forest of hair on his chest and legs and arms, which always kept me up at night, dreaming of the hair that could cover his penis. He was the man of my many fantasies. Until he changed how I saw him, when he betrayed me and treated me like a pile of garbage.
"You fool," he said to me, looking deep into my big desperate blue eyes. He ripped the tape off my mouth, exposing my sore lips.
"I thought you loved me, like you said you did," I said quietly to him, a touch of hurt in my voice. "You said we were going somewhere for a good time, and this was not what I expected. I don't even know where the fuck we are."
"How could you actually put your trust into me?" Darrel questioned me with a grin on his face. "I never liked you from the beginning, and you actually thought that out of nowhere I was going to be your lover and have sex with you whenever we felt like it. You've always been stupid Dustin, the kid with the brown hair who no one ever liked because he's a faggot-"
"Shut the fuck up!!" I yelled at him, cutting him off. He took his large hand and slapped me across the face, but I kept talking. "You're a faggot too, you've always been one. You've always had a desire for men. Especially me, and I know it. You've never been an actor, and you showed me you love me. I'm not as stupid as you think. You're just another little bitch hiding in the closet."
"Listen," Darrel said in a fierce tone. I can kill you right now." He took out a sharp knife from the pocket of his designer jeans. "No one cares about you, and no one will notice you're gone, dead, no longer living. But you can close your mouth right now, and we can have some fun here. You have a choice Dustin."
I had secretly wanted to be fucked by Darrel Wilson, ever since 7th grade. He was so sexy, and I was always the one to notice whenever he had an erection, his dick trying to push through his tight stylish jeans. But I never imagined it to happen this way. I wanted it to be romantic, at my house or his, watching a porno tape or a movie, and it just happened. Not him ordering me to have sex with him. Even though I would've chose to have sex with him anyway because I have always wanted it to happen someday, I chose to do it because my life was in danger. Darrel was a psycho and was about to kill me if I didn't have sex with him. "Okay, I'll do it," I said with a little shakiness in my voice.
He slashed the ropes that held my hands together. He was so skilled at it, as if he had done it before. I always admired him because of his skill in everything. He stood up to full height, about 6 foot 3. I was a little smaller than him, at only 6 foot. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, showing the speedo he was wearing that was about to burst because of the junk it was holding. I immediately felt myself get hard. I followed his lead, slowly pulling down my khaki shorts. I was also wearing a speedo, my dick pointing through since I was as hard as a rock from just looking at Darrel. He walked up and placed his soft lips on mine, then opening his mouth as his tongue explored mine. I tried kissing back, but he was much more forceful so I backed down and let him take charge. He grabbed my ass tightly in his hands, pulling my closer to him. My dick touched his, so I slowly reached my hand down as I rubbed his dick, getting him hard. I put my hand inside of his speedo, rubbing his soft hairs that surrounded his penis and his balls. He put his hand on my head, pushing our mouths into each other, and he stroked my brown hair as we kissed passionately.
