My eyes flew open at the sound of a snap. There were so many sensations thrown at me all at once. First, I was completely naked. I was laying on my back on Matt's bed, which I'd never seen before. It was a king bed that had large bed posts - which each of my limbs were tied to with rope. Matt stood close to the edge of the bad, relishing my reaction to the situation. He was completely naked as well.
Panic struck me as I realized what exactly was happening, and just how screwed I was. I began to struggle against the ropes, but it was obviously futile. Matt brought his hand over to one of my feet, stroking it. "Shhhh," he said, "it's time you fully accepted your new life as my slave."
I looked at him with fear and panted as I continued to wriggle on the bed. And yet... my dick was rock hard. It was so excited at the thought of being his slave. It was so excited to submit. No... NO!! I need to get out of here! I need to-
Matt moved closer and got up on the bed, kneeling and leaning down closer to me. He lifted up one of his hands, which I hadn't noticed had a bottle of lube in it. Matt opened the lid and poured some on my cock, and it throbbed in response. It was cold, and it felt like electricity was running through my entire body. Fuck, I was so hard.
But also so scared. As Matt reached down to rub in the lube, I whimpered at him, "please... please stop.." Tears were welling up in my eyes. I just didn't want this. This was so fucked up. I just wanted to move to a new place and settle in. I never wanted any of this. He was going to rape me! "Please... I'll do anything, just please... I cant... I'm not... I don't want this.'
"Shhh," Matt cooed as he began to slowly stroke my cock up and down, "You're mine now, did you forget? You already admitted that I own you." He lowered his body, moving his hand down to lower his dick against mine, so that they were parallel. Our shafts and heads were touching as he began to over so softly hump. Each slide up and down felt like ecstasy, and I was having a hard time even thinking anymore.
I didn't want this... but it feels so good... but I don't... but I'm so hard... but he controls me... but maybe that's good...
maybe I want him to... but... no... but....
He looked me in the eyes as I stopped struggling and began to wiggle in excitement. He could tell I was on the verge of breaking. "You want to be dropped, don't you? Wouldn't it feel so good?"
My dick twitched at the word "drop". I breathed heavily. Fuck... would it not.. feel good? Is it not what I want? I don't know what happens when I'm dropped.. but I feel.. so good.... so hard...
"You want your master to control you. To control your thoughts. Don't you? You want master to own you." Control. Own. Fuck. I do. I want it. I do...
He could see me wrestling with my thoughts, and it made him smile. "I can see you struggling to resist. But you don't need to. You can just give in. And... right now, more than anything, you need your master to FUCK you." Oh... oh god. Yes master. Please. Please fuck me...
Why? Why do I want it? I never wanted this before. He forced this on me. It isn't fair. I didn't want this-