CHAPTER 1
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
A shiver races through my limbs as that husky voice invades my ear. I can’t move. I can’t talk. I’m bent over, naked as the day I was born. His beard rubs against my neck…and his calloused fingers grip my ass. His thumb slips between my cheeks to tease my dry hole.
A tease that soon turns into a threat as he eases it past my resisting ring of muscle.
Stripped bare. Bound tight.
I can’t answer him, but that doesn’t stop this man from asking me questions. He taunts me while he plays with my body. All I can do is shake as he does whatever he wants to me.
I’m trapped and at his mercy.
“Are you really a virgin?” he chuckles. “Hard to believe it, to be honest. You shucked off those clothes in record time and didn’t give me any lip when I showed you the toys and gear…I think you might be bullshitting me.”
I moan desperately behind the ball-gag shoved into my mouth. I jerk against the leather cuffs around both my wrists and ankles. My hands are tied behind my back and my feet have been forced open, tied to the legs of the desk.
His desk. His office.
His club.
And that’s his cock rutted against the back of my thigh as his thumb dips deeper into my ass, testing my virginity. I’ve never had anything or anyone up either before. Not even my own fingers. I told him the truth when I showed up at the Bear’s Den.
I’m a virgin…and I don’t know if I’m gay.
They almost didn’t let me in the front doors to this private kinky gay club. The bouncers gave me the third degree as they studied my identification, not believing I was a college student. Too young looking. Too pretty looking. I swore I was twenty-one yet nothing I said could convince them otherwise. They were going to turn me away…but then Grizz, the owner, showed up and invited me into the club as his personal guest.
And then he offered to give me a private lesson on kink and an introduction to being gay.
How could I turn him down?
I’m…curious. I’ve been curious ever since I started college. So, that’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m about to lose my virginity to a man that’s old enough to be my father.
Tonight he’s my daddy.
My dominant and my master.
I couldn’t say no to Grizz even if I wanted to.
I can’t do anything but breathe hard and helplessly squirm in place. Teased. Tormented. Maybe even downright tortured, if I’m being honest. Yet I’m already so hard and he hasn’t even touched my cock.
The thing is…I don’t want him to stop.
I don't want to fight this. I don’t want to have any control over what happens to me.
I want to get fucked.
I want this man that I barely know to shove his cock in me and pop my ass cherry, I want him to utterly ruin me so I’ll either learn my lesson, realize that I’m not gay, and never show my face around here again.
Or maybe…maybe this will be everything I’ve ever wanted.
Maybe this is what I’ve been missing for my whole life.
There’s only one way to find out. There’s only one man who can help me discover what I really need. Grizz. He’s going to fuck me and then I’ll find out for sure. There’s no going back after tonight.
Grizz’s thumb pushes deeper into my ass and he wiggles it around. “Hm. You’re tight as hell, but this can’t be your first time. You’re no virgin. You’re a slut, ain’t you?”
I moan loudly behind the ball gag and close my eyes. I hate how being called a slut turns me on. Fuck, I’m practically leaking precum. I’m going to make a mess all over Grizz’s desk before we’ve even gotten started.
“Like it when I talk dirty, huh?”
I nod my head desperately. It’s true. I never did any dirty talk with my high school girlfriends, but then we never went all the way with each other either. The furthest I ever got with a girl was getting head and fingering her pussy.
But now I’m the one getting fingered. Well, thumbed, I guess.
It feels…weird. Not bad and not good. Maybe something in between.
It feels like too much and yet not enough at the same time. Grizz slipped his thumb in dry, but it doesn’t hurt. It burns yet he goes slow as he enters my body. Though it feels more like he’s scouting than a full scale invasion.
“Let’s see how you take a proper fingerfuck.” I can practically hear the grin in Grizz’s voice as he withdraws his thumb. Both of his hands cup the globes of my ass and spread them wide. My hole is on full display to him. “Hm, look at you. Got the juiciest bubble butt I’ve ever seen and such a sweet, pink hole. We gotta get you shaved, boy. Then you’d be perfect. Still can’t wait to fuck you. Let’s get you lubed up.”
And then he…he spits directly over my asshole.
My eyes shoot open and I glance desperately over my shoulder. Why did he do that? And more importantly…why did I love it so much?
My dick twitches and I squirm my hips, trying to catch the edge of the desk to get a little friction against it. I fail. Grizz snatches hold of my hips and pulls me back a few inches.
He grins down at me. “Oh, don’t give me that shocked look. You think that’s bad? Just wait until I’m painting my load all over you.”
Oh fuck. I cry around the shiny red ball gag in my mouth while heat pools across my cheeks and down my neck. I’m fucking blushing. Being spat on or having another guy’s jizz all over me. I should be horrified, and some part of me is, but more than that it excites me.
I feel low and dirty yet somehow I’m also flying high.
I want it. I want Grizz’s cum all over me just as much as I want his cock inside of me.
I’ve been panting over the idea of this man fucking me, but I’ll admit I never imagined the ending for it. Now I can’t stop thinking about it, wanting that. Imagining what it would be like to be filled up with his cum. To feel it. Maybe even taste it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I knew I wanted to know what his cock would feel like inside of me, but now I’m craving his cum too. Part of me feels like a fool as these desires run wild. How the hell did I never realize how gay I was before? Why in the world did it take getting tied up and tormented in a BDSM sex club for me to understand myself.
Grizz uses his fingertip to smear his spit around my asshole. “I still haven’t decided where I’m gonna dump it. Might cum all over your face. Or maybe…”
His voice trails off as he slips the tip of his finger inside me.
“Maybe I should invite one of the bouncers to cum take a look at you. Let him see what he almost turned away. I bet he’d regret it after getting a good look at you, I know for a fact he’d get hard seeing you like this…hard enough that he might not be able to resist jacking off. I could tell him to dump his load all your back and use his cum as lube before I fuck you.”
My words are trapped behind the gag. Not that I know what I would say, if I could vocalize my response. Mostly I just want to curse at Grizz. He’s pissing me off as much as he’s turning me on. I hate it as much as I love it.
His dirty talk…it’s so wrong.
And yet I want it so bad.
Having someone else see me like this and getting off to me being bound. My vulnerability. Knowing that I couldn’t stop whatever Grizz or any other strange man wanted to do with my body right now.
I almost come just from thinking about it.
Especially when Grizz slips his finger out of my hole and reaches around to grab my cock. He tests it, his fingers forming a tight ring around my cock. He gives me one singulat, blissful pump before he lets me go.
“I knew it,” Grizz practically croons. “You’re hard as hell, boy. Shit. You really are a natural slut. I know ‘em when I see ‘em and believe me, that’s what you are. Sluts like you will give it all up and take whatever they’re given. You’re gonna be a good boy tonight, ain’t you? My good boy.”
I nod my head eagerly.
I’m game for whatever he wants me to be tonight.
He can do anything he likes to me, share me with anyone, and I won’t fight them or try to resist it. My head starts to go fuzzy as I lay there, exposed and defenseless, but happy to be like that.
Grizz pulls open the drawer to his desk. I hear the tell-tale squirt of lube. Not one, but two of Grizz’s calloused fingers press against my spit-slick hole. The lube is cold. The invasion is slow, but brutal. His fingers feel so much bigger than his thumb. I jerk against the strange feeling of being pried open, the inner muscles of my ass struggling to accommodate him even if the lube helps ease the way.
He pushes past my resistance, forcing his way inside of my body until his knuckles brush the rim of my stuffed full hole.
Then he pulls them out and shoves his fingers back in.
No more going slow. No more playing nice.
Grizz makes me take those two fingers over and over again as I shake and shout behind the ball gag.
I feel pinned down and stretched out wide.
I’m so…breakable.
And I have to trust that Grizz will put me back together when he’s done with me.
“Look at that,” Grizz chuckles. I can barely fit my fingers in your tight little hole. And you’re such a sensitive little bitch…you really are a virgin, huh?”
I can’t bear to look at him, I can’t stand to see the cruel delight and shameless amusement on Grizz’s face as he fingerfucks me. After a few brutal thrusts, he slows down and begins to massage something inside me.
I let out another muffled cry and desperate, confused whine as a spike of pleasure takes me by surprise.
Grizz lets out a pleased hum. “There it is. Feel that? This is your prostate, but around here we call it the bitch button. I’m gonna guess you can already tell why. Listen to yourself, you sound like a fucking porn star giving the performance of a lifetime and this is barely a poke. Wait until you get my cock is ramming it directly.”
My dick feels impossibly hard as his fingers batter against the cluster of nerves inside of me.
It feels better than anything else I’ve ever experienced. Better than a handjob or even a blowjob.
My cock is neglected, but Grizz is driving me crazy with lust just with two fingers pounding my ass.
“If you weren’t gay before, you will be after getting your bitch button played with."
Grizz laughs at me.
"Sweet little straight boys like you are always the same. So sure of yourselves until you’re put in your place. And boy, let me tell you, this is your true nature. You were made to get fucked by a man like you. Born to submit and serve real men. You take it like a natural.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as Grizz’s fingers cruelly jab on my prostate…my bitch button. It really does amp up my lust with every press. I’m hot all over, almost fever warm, and the sweat is really starting to roll off me.
I speak around the ball gag, trying to form words, but they’re quick to turn into moans.
“Keep begging for it, boy. I know what you need. A sweet little virgin getting raw dogged for his first time and then covered in my spunk. Showing up to my club like a bitch in heat, fuck. Don’t you worry. I’m gonna treat you like the bitch you are.”
Grizz reaches out and brushes my bangs away from hair. I’m starting to sweat, moisture gathering at the temples and the back of my neck. Grizz’s thick, meaty fingers linger on my cheeks. He taps my nose and chuckles before steps closer to me, shoving his raging hard-on between my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy ruining you. You want it so bad. I don’t even need to hear you beg for my cock. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your body. You’re shaking like a leaf, ready for your first dick of the night.”
He’s so big.
It feels downright monstrous as he humps the crevice of my ass. I can feel the heat of him slide over my hole. Back and forth. Slowly.
This really is torture, but it’s the best kind.
I feel like I’m getting high off it.
“You want it, you slutty little bitch. Want me to bareback you, fuck you raw and spill my seed in your ass. Bet you’d love that, huh? The sweet little virgin getting raw dogged for his first time. I know that’s how you want it. You want it just like the bitch you are. Showing up to my club like a bitch in heat.”
Grizz grabs what he can of my short hair, pulling my head back so my throat is exposed. He’s still only humping me, not yet fucking me. Yet my body moves of it own accord, bucking back against him as I try to draw him into using my body for real.
“Don’t you worry, sweet thing. I’m gonna breed your twink ass.”
Grizz steps back. I feel the heavy, warm weight of his body leave me. I shiver from the loss of contact. He must see it, because the next thing I know his palm come down across my ass. Hard. I’m as taken aback by the spanking as I was the spitting, but I love it just the same.
And Grizz can tell. He smacks his palm against my sit spot, giving both of my ass cheeks a series of swat that leave me shaking and squealing.
“You little pain slut,” Grizz chuckles with amusement. “We’re both lucky you like it rough cause I ain’t going easy on you tonight. All right, bitch boy. You’re ready.”
Grizz steps behind me and gets into position.
I’m lubed up and Grizz is fully erect.
I feel the hot and hard threat of his cock as it pokes the back of my parted thighs.
One of his hands clutch at my hipbone while the other grabs hold of my shoulder.
I feel the head of his cock prod against my pucker.
“Let’s pop that ass cherry.”