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“What the fuck are you doing, man? Why am I naked? And why am I tied up? What the fuck is going on, dude?"
“What, boy, you don’t remember last night. You don’t remember how you came on to me in the hotel bar, how I invited you up to my room, how we had some wine, and then…and then I fucked the hell out your tight little fuck-hole?”
“What the fuck you talking about, dude. I’m straight. I’m not no fag. All I remember is that I had a fight with my girlfriend. I was horny as shit and she didn’t want to put out. Said she was tired after the wedding we’d been to and she was going to bed. Nancy’s always pulling shit like that, waiting until I’m all hot and bothered and then cutting me off cold, once I’m all boned up and ready to go. So I went down and hit the bar and got wasted. Course, I already got a good start on that at the wedding reception.”
“Well, you were definitely wasted when I ran into you. Slurring your words and so drunk you could hardly stand up. Fuck, I hadn’t been talking to you more than half-an-hour before the bartender cut you off.”
“How the fuck did I end up here, wherever here is?”
“You’re in the same hotel boy, just a different room. As far as how you got here, well you were so sloshed you were telling me that you could even fuck a dude.”
“Fuck that shit, I ain’t ever fucked a dude.”
“That’s what you said last night. And don’t worry, you haven’t done that yet. But you did say you were horny enough to consider doing just that. So when the bartender cut you off, I suggested we head up to my room where we could explore just how horny you really were.”
“You telling me that I came up to your room so I could fuck you? No fucking way. I don’t believe it.”
“Well I also mentioned I had a full supply of liquor up here and I imagine that had a definite effect on making you willing to join me. Like I said, we polished off pretty much a full bottle of wine once you got here. I figure the alcohol certainly weighed a lot in your decision to come to my room, but there was no question that you were also considering fucking me.”
“So, you’re a fag, is that what you’re telling me? You were okay with me fucking you?”
“Well, yes and no. I am gay – I’m into other dudes. But I’m not a fag. I don’t do what another dude tells me to do just because he told me. And I don’t like getting fucked. But what I do like is fucking other dudes. And I definitely enjoyed fucking you.”
“What!!! You fucking fucked me? Is that what you’re telling me? You fucking fucked my asshole?”
“More than once. I already told you that, didn’t I. And I have to say, you were a great fuck.”
“You son-of-a bitch. You got me drunk, stripped me naked, tied me up, and then you fucked me. You goddamn son-of-a bitch.”
“Well actually, you agreed to let me tie you up before I fucked you. Admittedly, it was my suggestion, but you agreed to it.”
“Are you trying to tell me I agreed to having you tie me up? Why the fuck would I do something like that?”
“Well, you were having second thoughts about letting me fuck you, so I suggested it might be easier on your psyche if you were tied up first. That way, you could tell yourself that you couldn’t resist, that you had to submit to being fucked by another dude.”
“Wait a minute. Are you actually telling me that I agreed to let you tie me up knowing you were going to fuck me? No fucking way, dude. There’s no fucking way I would ever agree to something like that, dude. Drunk or sober. I’m not into other dudes. I’m not a fag.”
“Well, I don’t know whether you’re into other dudes, but you’re definitely a faggot. No sooner had I tied your wrists to the headboard than you got yourself an incredible boner. You were super turned on knowing you were going to be fucked and that there was nothing you could do to stop it. You’re a classic faggot, a boy who wants other men, Real Men, to take control of him and use him for their own pleasure.”
“Bullshit. There’s no fucking way that’s true.”
“Really, boy. Well, let me tell you, you’re still tied up and I’m gonna fuck you. Again. Right now. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Get away from me. Stop touching me like that. Goddammit, get away from me. Oh, God. Oh, God. Please, please stop.”
“Yeah, boy, your mouth tells me to stop, just like it did last night, but your dick tells a totally different story. If your dick gets this hard when you hate what’s happening to you, it must be truly monstrous if you ever like it…You might as well cut the crap, boy, cause I sure ain’t buying it. So just tell yourself that you’re tied up and can’t defend yourself and relax and enjoy it. Cause you’re gonna get raped again, boy. You’re gonna get raped right now.”
“Oh, God, no…Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…You’re so big. You’re so fucking big. Oh, God, not so hard. Please, not so hard.”
“I don’t know what you do for a profession, boy, but you should be an actor. ‘Oh, not so hard. Please not so hard.’ Well, I’m not fucking you nearly as hard as your dick is, boy. But, if you ask me nicely, I might just jack you off while I fuck you.”
“Go to hell, you goddamn pervert.”
“I may well end up there, but if I do, I’m betting you’ve got the cell next to me. At least I’m one pervert who’s honest enough to admit what he wants. But have it your own way.”
“What are you doing. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Goddammit, the way you’re working my dick I’m getting close. Of, fuck. Oh…what the fuck, dude? What are you doing?”
“Hell, boy, you said you didn’t want to cum and I was afraid you were about to do just that so I stopped stroking you. But don’t worry, once you calm down, I’ll go back to working your boy-cock.”
“You bastard. Is that your game? You’re gonna keep edging me but stopping before I can cum? That’s so sick, man…Oh, God, not again. Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…I’m gonna…oh, shit, you bastard. Not again. Come on, dude. I gotta cum. I gotta. Please.”
“Boy, I already told you. You’ve got to ask me to make you cum while I’m fucking you. Politely. With respect.”
“Oh, fuck. Not again…Oh, God…Oh, fuck…Okay, okay. You win. Will you make me cum? Please.”
“Not bad, boy. Not bad. But not quite good enough. You have to beg me to make you cum ‘WHILE YOU’RE FUCKING ME.’ I want to hear those words, ‘while you’re fucking me,’ from you. Also, you need to show respect to your betters, so you should address me as ‘sir.’ You do that and I’ll make you shoot your load, boy, WHILE I’M FUCKING YOU.”
“Oh, fuck. Why are you humiliating me like this?...Oh, fuck. Not again. Not again…Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Please, sir, will you make me cum while you’re fucking me, sir. Please, I’m begging you, sir.”
“Nice, boy. Nice. Because you asked so nicely, I’ll do just that.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Just like that. Just like that…Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…HOLY FUCK, YEAH!!!”
“Oh, yeah, squeeze that cunt around my big cock. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. OH, FUCK YEAH!!!”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Boy, I’ve got to say, you are one great fuck. We’re gonna have us a great week together, you and me, my cock and your sweet faggot pussy.”
“Dude, what are you talking about? Me and my girlfriend have plane tickets for later today. We’re headed home this afternoon.”
“I don’t think so, boy. For one thing, it’s already this afternoon and your plane took off an hour ago, so you’re gonna need a new reservation. And, as far as your girlfriend is concerned, well you’re gonna need a new girlfriend, too.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, I’m gonna need a new girlfriend?”
“Well, not surprisingly, your girlfriend didn’t take kindly to being called an ‘ice queen who could freeze a hot cup of coffee just by bringing it up to her lips.’”
“You told my girlfriend that?”
“Ah, no, boy. I didn’t, you did. I did come up with the line, but you were the one who delivered it. You were pretty wasted when you did, but unfortunately your girlfriend was stone-cold sober. And she didn’t take kindly to it. She told me you could go get fucked when I went down earlier today to pick up your luggage. I thought that was very prescient of her, though I didn’t tell that I was taking care of that.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“I wouldn’t sweat it, if I were you, boy. You’ve got a busy week ahead of yourself, servicing my Man-cock. Between taking my dick and recovering from taking my dick, you’ve got a pretty full dance-card. In fact, I think it’s time to take you for another spin. So relax that hole, boy, you’ve got another cunting coming right now.”
“Oh, Jesus, sir. I’m so sore already. I’m so fucking sore.”
“Don’t worry, boy. You’ll get used to being sore. You’re gonna have a sore boycunt from now on. And one other thing. I’m betting that by the time you do make it back home, it won’t be another girlfriend you’ll be looking for. It’ll be a big-dicked dude with a hankering to fuck fagboy pussy. Trust me, boy, you’re a classic faggot bitch, and you’ll be needing a hard cock up your cunt-hole from now on. Fuck, by the time I’m finished with you, you probably won’t be able to cum without a big dick up your boypussy.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“And just remember, boy, if you want to cum while I’m fucking you, you know what to ask me.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t forget that.”
“I’m sure you won’t boy. That’s one thing I’m sure of.”
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“What the fuck are you doing, man? Why am I naked? And why am I tied up? What the fuck is going on, dude?"
“What, boy, you don’t remember last night. You don’t remember how you came on to me in the hotel bar, how I invited you up to my room, how we had some wine, and then…and then I fucked the hell out your tight little fuck-hole?”
“What the fuck you talking about, dude. I’m straight. I’m not no fag. All I remember is that I had a fight with my girlfriend. I was horny as shit and she didn’t want to put out. Said she was tired after the wedding we’d been to and she was going to bed. Nancy’s always pulling shit like that, waiting until I’m all hot and bothered and then cutting me off cold, once I’m all boned up and ready to go. So I went down and hit the bar and got wasted. Course, I already got a good start on that at the wedding reception.”
“Well, you were definitely wasted when I ran into you. Slurring your words and so drunk you could hardly stand up. Fuck, I hadn’t been talking to you more than half-an-hour before the bartender cut you off.”
“How the fuck did I end up here, wherever here is?”
“You’re in the same hotel boy, just a different room. As far as how you got here, well you were so sloshed you were telling me that you could even fuck a dude.”
“Fuck that shit, I ain’t ever fucked a dude.”
“That’s what you said last night. And don’t worry, you haven’t done that yet. But you did say you were horny enough to consider doing just that. So when the bartender cut you off, I suggested we head up to my room where we could explore just how horny you really were.”
“You telling me that I came up to your room so I could fuck you? No fucking way. I don’t believe it.”
“Well I also mentioned I had a full supply of liquor up here and I imagine that had a definite effect on making you willing to join me. Like I said, we polished off pretty much a full bottle of wine once you got here. I figure the alcohol certainly weighed a lot in your decision to come to my room, but there was no question that you were also considering fucking me.”
“So, you’re a fag, is that what you’re telling me? You were okay with me fucking you?”
“Well, yes and no. I am gay – I’m into other dudes. But I’m not a fag. I don’t do what another dude tells me to do just because he told me. And I don’t like getting fucked. But what I do like is fucking other dudes. And I definitely enjoyed fucking you.”
“What!!! You fucking fucked me? Is that what you’re telling me? You fucking fucked my asshole?”
“More than once. I already told you that, didn’t I. And I have to say, you were a great fuck.”
“You son-of-a bitch. You got me drunk, stripped me naked, tied me up, and then you fucked me. You goddamn son-of-a bitch.”
“Well actually, you agreed to let me tie you up before I fucked you. Admittedly, it was my suggestion, but you agreed to it.”
“Are you trying to tell me I agreed to having you tie me up? Why the fuck would I do something like that?”
“Well, you were having second thoughts about letting me fuck you, so I suggested it might be easier on your psyche if you were tied up first. That way, you could tell yourself that you couldn’t resist, that you had to submit to being fucked by another dude.”
“Wait a minute. Are you actually telling me that I agreed to let you tie me up knowing you were going to fuck me? No fucking way, dude. There’s no fucking way I would ever agree to something like that, dude. Drunk or sober. I’m not into other dudes. I’m not a fag.”
“Well, I don’t know whether you’re into other dudes, but you’re definitely a faggot. No sooner had I tied your wrists to the headboard than you got yourself an incredible boner. You were super turned on knowing you were going to be fucked and that there was nothing you could do to stop it. You’re a classic faggot, a boy who wants other men, Real Men, to take control of him and use him for their own pleasure.”
“Bullshit. There’s no fucking way that’s true.”
“Really, boy. Well, let me tell you, you’re still tied up and I’m gonna fuck you. Again. Right now. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Get away from me. Stop touching me like that. Goddammit, get away from me. Oh, God. Oh, God. Please, please stop.”
“Yeah, boy, your mouth tells me to stop, just like it did last night, but your dick tells a totally different story. If your dick gets this hard when you hate what’s happening to you, it must be truly monstrous if you ever like it…You might as well cut the crap, boy, cause I sure ain’t buying it. So just tell yourself that you’re tied up and can’t defend yourself and relax and enjoy it. Cause you’re gonna get raped again, boy. You’re gonna get raped right now.”
“Oh, God, no…Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…You’re so big. You’re so fucking big. Oh, God, not so hard. Please, not so hard.”
“I don’t know what you do for a profession, boy, but you should be an actor. ‘Oh, not so hard. Please not so hard.’ Well, I’m not fucking you nearly as hard as your dick is, boy. But, if you ask me nicely, I might just jack you off while I fuck you.”
“Go to hell, you goddamn pervert.”
“I may well end up there, but if I do, I’m betting you’ve got the cell next to me. At least I’m one pervert who’s honest enough to admit what he wants. But have it your own way.”
“What are you doing. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Goddammit, the way you’re working my dick I’m getting close. Of, fuck. Oh…what the fuck, dude? What are you doing?”
“Hell, boy, you said you didn’t want to cum and I was afraid you were about to do just that so I stopped stroking you. But don’t worry, once you calm down, I’ll go back to working your boy-cock.”
“You bastard. Is that your game? You’re gonna keep edging me but stopping before I can cum? That’s so sick, man…Oh, God, not again. Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…I’m gonna…oh, shit, you bastard. Not again. Come on, dude. I gotta cum. I gotta. Please.”
“Boy, I already told you. You’ve got to ask me to make you cum while I’m fucking you. Politely. With respect.”
“Oh, fuck. Not again…Oh, God…Oh, fuck…Okay, okay. You win. Will you make me cum? Please.”
“Not bad, boy. Not bad. But not quite good enough. You have to beg me to make you cum ‘WHILE YOU’RE FUCKING ME.’ I want to hear those words, ‘while you’re fucking me,’ from you. Also, you need to show respect to your betters, so you should address me as ‘sir.’ You do that and I’ll make you shoot your load, boy, WHILE I’M FUCKING YOU.”
“Oh, fuck. Why are you humiliating me like this?...Oh, fuck. Not again. Not again…Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Please, sir, will you make me cum while you’re fucking me, sir. Please, I’m begging you, sir.”
“Nice, boy. Nice. Because you asked so nicely, I’ll do just that.”
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Just like that. Just like that…Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…HOLY FUCK, YEAH!!!”
“Oh, yeah, squeeze that cunt around my big cock. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. OH, FUCK YEAH!!!”
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Boy, I’ve got to say, you are one great fuck. We’re gonna have us a great week together, you and me, my cock and your sweet faggot pussy.”
“Dude, what are you talking about? Me and my girlfriend have plane tickets for later today. We’re headed home this afternoon.”
“I don’t think so, boy. For one thing, it’s already this afternoon and your plane took off an hour ago, so you’re gonna need a new reservation. And, as far as your girlfriend is concerned, well you’re gonna need a new girlfriend, too.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, I’m gonna need a new girlfriend?”
“Well, not surprisingly, your girlfriend didn’t take kindly to being called an ‘ice queen who could freeze a hot cup of coffee just by bringing it up to her lips.’”
“You told my girlfriend that?”
“Ah, no, boy. I didn’t, you did. I did come up with the line, but you were the one who delivered it. You were pretty wasted when you did, but unfortunately your girlfriend was stone-cold sober. And she didn’t take kindly to it. She told me you could go get fucked when I went down earlier today to pick up your luggage. I thought that was very prescient of her, though I didn’t tell that I was taking care of that.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“I wouldn’t sweat it, if I were you, boy. You’ve got a busy week ahead of yourself, servicing my Man-cock. Between taking my dick and recovering from taking my dick, you’ve got a pretty full dance-card. In fact, I think it’s time to take you for another spin. So relax that hole, boy, you’ve got another cunting coming right now.”
“Oh, Jesus, sir. I’m so sore already. I’m so fucking sore.”
“Don’t worry, boy. You’ll get used to being sore. You’re gonna have a sore boycunt from now on. And one other thing. I’m betting that by the time you do make it back home, it won’t be another girlfriend you’ll be looking for. It’ll be a big-dicked dude with a hankering to fuck fagboy pussy. Trust me, boy, you’re a classic faggot bitch, and you’ll be needing a hard cock up your cunt-hole from now on. Fuck, by the time I’m finished with you, you probably won’t be able to cum without a big dick up your boypussy.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“And just remember, boy, if you want to cum while I’m fucking you, you know what to ask me.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t forget that.”
“I’m sure you won’t boy. That’s one thing I’m sure of.”