So I recently got into role playing. I realized that though losing control was more my desire, control came from the scenes I created, which involved me losing control, which worked. This tale centers around a scene where I am asleep and taken aggressively by a giant of a man who knew his role very well.
I was "looking for now", searching for a top for a part in a role play. In short, it is a sort of bondage/forced fantasy, and it begins while I'm "asleep". The assailant would need to be a bit of a brute. Not 'angry enough to smash the door down' brute, but rather, 'had a bad day at work and need a way to aggressively release the stress' brute. It took over a week to find him and required me to extend my search out to 50 miles from my place. But it was worth it.
When I said brute, I meant that his bedside manner had to be matched by his body. A brute can be shorter and not weigh all that much, sure. But this scene required that I be overpowered and incapacitated, so he could perform without interruption, because eventually, I would wake to him already fucking me. So the man I chose ended up to be 6'5", 245 pounds. He wasn't at all fat, but had a very intimidating presence. His voice had a depth to it that made my body shudder anytime he spoke. His eyes sunk deeply into his skull, with thick brows and chasms of stress lines on his forehead. And his beefy cock measured around 6-7".
We set the time of his arrival and I prepared as the time approached. Right on time, I got the call I expected from him stating that he had arrived. I went and unlocked all obstacles that would be in the way of his entrance, went back into my apartment, and beckoned him to enter. Then, I lay flat on my stomach wearing a pair of loose, red shorts that left the lower part of my ass exposed, and waited.
Within a minute, I heard footfalls in the hallway begin to get closer and louder, then they stopped. I heard my front door open, close, then lock, both the knob and the bolt. He was inside and now walking toward the back of my apartment, where my bedroom was located. His heavy frame made hearing his location pretty easy, but since I was "asleep", I couldn't "hear" anything.
He found me on a queen-sized bed, my body as described earlier, and an assortment of novelty items surrounding me. I was facing away from him, so even if I wanted to, I couldn't crack my eyes to see anything, but I heard his breathing. When he finally touched me, I had to fight not to move from the shock of surprise, but his hand gently caressed my inner thigh. My cock jumped.
The other item on the bed nearby, an item I did tell him about and that he was very motivated to use, was rope. I wanted him to tie my arms behind my back to avoid me interrupting his assault. He grabbed the rope and quietly rendered my arms useless. After that, he went right for my shorts, grabbing them by the waistband and slowly pulling them off, exposing my plump cheeks and tight little butthole. I continued to sleep, eyes closed, not seeing him grab my 4" thick buttplug. Before actually penetrating me with anything, he used his hands to split my ass apart and buried his face in between, shooting his tongue as deeply as it could go into my sleeve. "Sleeping" through this was, admittedly, very difficult. It felt so good, I squirmed a little, like one would when adjusting themselves while sleeping. His facial hair was only stubble and scratched my tender flesh as he slobbered all over my crack.
