Horny Son Fucks Horny Mom 8211 Part II
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By Fullfilled
Making New Friends
I was careful not to park my car near the bar or have any
anyone see me go in that place. It was late evening and the
streets were emptying. I walked into the bar scared,
curious and hoping for an experience that I had thought a
lot about lately. I had fantasized about having oral sex
with another man.
The sleazier, the better. I imagined what it would feel
like. I sometimes imagined myself as a sexy woman pleasing
her man, and I had always been fascinated with women's
clothing. I didn't really know what I was, but I knew I
wouldn't be happy until I had tried a homosexual
experience.
The bar was in the part of town I didn't go much. It was
dark and seedy inside and the few people that were there
were watching the couple on the dance floor. I noticed
someone looking at me. I smiled but he didn't change his
expression. He motioned me over and we talked a little. A
chair was next to him, so I sat down beside him. I don't
know if it was by accident or not, but I put my hand on his
thigh. He calmly unzipped his leather jacket, grabbed my
hand and guided it into his pants. I could feel his dick
through his underwear. I was becoming aroused. I found the
opening in his underwear and put my fingers around his
dick. I had crossed the line.
We were both aroused. His dick started to get bigger in my
hand, and I started to get hard. All I could think of was
putting my lips around his dick. For some reason, the idea
of me being a cocksucker was very exciting.
Something was going to happen between us. But, when a
waiter came by, I got embarrassed, and pulled out my hand.
My face must have been bright red.
He quickly put his hand around me, put his lips on mine,
and put his tongue in my throat. He seemed to want the
waiter to see us embracing. While I was still recovering
from that, he told me he would be right back. He got up and
left, and returned in a few minutes. I kept thinking about
his dick. When he was back he whispered to me to meet him
in the restroom and walked in that direction. Nervously,
and with an embarrassing heart on, I followed at a
distance. Is this what I was hoping for? What did he have
in mind? Was it really going to happen?
The bathroom was dirty and dark, with graffiti on the
walls. We were the only ones there. He was a large, stocky
man that looked to be a workman of some kind. At this point
I wasn't being very particularly. Without saying a word, he
zipped open his fly and pulled out that dick that I had
touched.
"Looking for a cock to suck tonight, princess?" I have to
admit that was what I was thinking.
As I stared at his dick and considered what to do, he
pulled my arms behind me and handcuffed my wrists together.
"What are you doing?!" I protested.
"Just want you to concentrate on what you are about to do,
sweet thing."
He took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders,
covering my handcuffed arms. He dragged me by my neck into
a nearby stall, pushing me to my knees. Then, he pushed his
dick against my lips and grabbed my hair.
"Knock, knock, open up."
Without thinking, I opened my mouth and his big, stiff,
dick was forced deep into me. It pushed my lips apart and
my mouth wide open. I tried to protest but only moaning
sounds came out. A dick was in my mouth and I couldn't use
my hands. I struggled to keep my balance. With his hands
holding me down, I couldn't get up. At that moment two guys
came into the bathroom, took one look at us, turned around
and quickly left.
With his dick buried in my mouth I couldn't talk or turn my
head. They must have thought they saw a submissive gay man
giving his new lover a passionate blowjob. The stranger had
a firm grip on my head and pumped my face until he exploded
down my throat. I could hardly breath. His hairy crotch was
in my face and his balls were bouncing against my chin. I
choked and gurgled cum out my nose and mouth. He took his
time pulling out, waiting for me to swallow. I started to
wiggle and shake my head, and he finally withdrew and wiped
his dick on my face. Did this have to be so rough? He was
making this all so dirty and degrading. It was disgusting
having slimy, salty cum in my mouth and nose and all over
my face. Amazingly, my dick was still hard and I felt like
I was going to burst.
I was in a gay bar bathroom stall, handcuffed, on my knees,
with cum all over my face. What had happened? I must look
like some pathetic cock chasing slut. If anyone had seen me
I would die of embarrassment. I just wanted to get out of
there. I thought he will have to let me go soon, and I
would never do this again.
But, he had other plans.
Gone Without A Trace
After he had put his dick away, he pulled me to my feet. He
put a hand over my mouth, and dragged me out of side door
of the bar. My feet were barely touching the ground. I
couldn't stop him. I was thrown into the back of his beat
up work van that was parked in the alley. The door shut and
I was alone with him. This nightmare wasn't going to be
over for me.
I struggled but he easily locked shackles on my ankles too.
My new friend seemed to take some enjoyment with my
struggles. Lying next to me in a pile of rubble was a
heavy, padded body bag resembling a mummy sleeping bag made
of some shinny material. I knew if he got me inside that,
there would be no escape. I fought with all my strength,
kicking my legs wildly, but with my arms and legs
restrained I could not stop him. He stuffed, first my feet,
then my ass, then all of me in the bag, pulling the bag up
over my head.
"Don't want our new dick warmer to hop away before the fun
really starts, do we?"
As he pulled the heavy zipper up the slippery bag tightened
around me, pulling me deeper inside. My begging and cries
for help were quickly silenced when he pulled the zipper
over my head and locked the bag closed.
"You'll be going home with me tonight, cum princess. We
have plans for you."
The truth is I would have willing gave him a blowjob, and
probably would have gone home with him. Why was he doing
this? Was he trying me out? And, now he was going to use me
in a way I wouldn't like. How stupid could I have been?
My abduction had been carefully planned and was over
quickly. Nobody knew or cared. Nothing was left behind. A
minute later, the van moved away slowly. I screamed and
tried to wiggle free, but I could barely bend my legs. I
couldn't get my hands or legs free, and even if I could, I
could never get out of that tight bag. Could I kick open
the door open? I could hardly move and was completely in
the dark. I was still in shock. Here I was shackled and
locked in an inescapable bag, being abducted by sadistic
mad man who enjoyed capturing me. Where was he taking me?
There was nothing I could do but wait for what was coming
next.
Restrained
We stopped after driving for what seemed like hours. I felt
being lifted out, going down stairs and then being throwing
violently to the floor. I screamed and kicked. I could hear
muffled conversations and realized that there was more than
one of them. The bag was unlocked, and zipped down to my
neck.
"See you had some fun with him."
A padded leather hood with a big rubber penis attached to
the inside was placed over my head. I could not move my
hands to stop them. As I was screaming two of the men
forced the rubber penis between my teeth and deep into my
mouth.
"Here's something else to suck on."
I felt the hood buckled around my neck and laced-up tight.
I was panicking. I started to gag. I could only breath
through the nose holes and a small hole in the center of
the penis gag. I was pulled to my feet and the bag was
pulled down to my ankles. My clothes were ripped off and a
butt plug was shoved up my ass. Still shackled wrist and
ankles, my body was placed into some sort of leather body
harness. From my neck to my feet straps were pulled very
tight and then buckled. It constricted every part of my
body. I could not move at all, only wiggle my toes. I was
so scared. I felt like I couldn't breath and I was chocking
on the rubber penis down my throat.
I heard one of the men sneer. "Get use to it, slut."
Through the eyeholes I could see three large men dressed
like bikers. I watched in terror as they dragged me to a
dark corner of the room and pushed me into a narrow padded
box. The cover, with only a small barred opening over my
face, was slammed closed and locked.
"You're really fucked now, aren't you?"
As they walked away I screamed into the gag begging them to
let me go but nothing came out. I wanted to tell them that
I couldn't stand this, that I couldn't breathe, and I felt
like I was gonna die.
They laughing as they left. I was left like that for hours.
I finally passed out from the exhaustion of struggling,
screaming and trying to breath.
When I came to I was still gagged, plugged and tightly
bound. Cum was dried on my face and hair. There were locks,
chains, and leather devices of all types on the walls.
There were videos of violent men forcing themselves on
their male captives. Is this what they had in mind for me?
"Bitch." He said in a very stern voice. "As you may have
noticed, you are no longer going home. You are far away and
nobody knows were you at. You're our property now. Try to
scream all you want, nobody will hear you. Your mouth will
always have something in it and you will always be plugged
and restrained. You will be used and passed around to our
friends, and always you will be in tight inescapable
bondage."
What did he mean by passed around? How could I stand this?
"What you experienced last night is only the beginning.
Like it or not, and I don't think you will, you will be our
dick warmer. If you make any attempt to escape, you will
not succeed and we promise you that you will regret it."
Tears were funning down my cheeks. I never wanted this and
I was scared. I could imagine what they were going to do to
me and I knew I was in big trouble - there was no chance of
escaping.
They cleaned me, shaved my body hair, and gave me painful
enemas. My shackles and body harness were replaced with a
thick leather waist belt connected to leather wrist cuffs.
My legs were hobbled with leather cuffs connect with a
short chain.
My dick and balls were locked in a little leather pouch
connected to a thin strap around my waist, looking a lot
like a G-string. The pouch wouldn't allow me to have an
erection, and it never came off - they said they didn't
want to see my little dick. I would never be allowed to
enjoy myself. I was only there to be used by them.
I was dragged to another room with no windows. There were
bright lights, video cameras and a mattress on the floor.
The butt plug was removed. The rubber dick in my harness
penis gag was twisted out leaving a hard ring holding my
mouth wide open. The three men cursed and grunted and
moaned, and had their way with me until they were
exhausted. I was punched and dragged and thrown around to
suit whatever position they wanted me to be in. The cameras
captured all of it. The pain was unbearable. When I had a
chance I begged and pleaded for mercy through the ring gag,
but that seemed to just make them more excited. Their
smelly crotches had pounding me without mercy at both ends.
I was filled with cum. I was so disgusted that I threw up.
The butt plug was slid back in, lubricated by the slimly
cum dripping out of it. When they were tired of hearing me
beg, they slipped the rubber dick back in the gag. My
throat was sore and my butt was aching.
They returned me to my box.
The routine was repeated day after day, sometimes with new
men, sometimes with me dressed as a woman, but always with
the cameras. The men were careful to hide their faces or
make sure they were out of the picture, but they always
liked to show my face. The gangbang parties were always
rough and brutal. Sometimes they staged a pretend
abductions and rapes for the camera. I was always
restrained and completely helpless. They never were easy on
me. Sometimes I could see the videos they made of me - the
dicks going in and out of me - the look of terror in my
eyes - the look of enjoyment in theirs as they watched.
They were obvious in the amateur porn video business, and
there must have been a big demand for their product.
Trans Formed
Eventually things changed. They must have gotten enough of
the bondage/S&M thing, and they had gotten me use to having
dicks in me. Chemicals were used to remove all the hair
from my body. They now removed my restraints when I was in
the locked room. A flashy drag queen wig was glued on my
head and I was made to dress up as a slutty transvestite
with lots of bad makeup - there was never any effort to
make me appear as a passable female. I was to be a
desperate gay crossdresser that would take on any man.
There was leather cloths and skimpy lingerie that were,
amazingly, my size.
A bed was now in the room and the room was furnished like a
cheap motel. I was forced to appear to willing giving the
parade of men oral and anal sex. It would start with sexy
sweet-talk, then heavy French kissing, and then a lot of
touching. They made me slowly pull their dick out, kiss it,
and give them long slow blowjobs, leaving lots of bright
red lipstick on their dicks. With practice I could swallow
the longest of their dicks. I would suck and moan and bob
my head up and down. After they got their rocks off, I
would have to suck their dicks clean and give it another
kiss. I would always have to turn to the camera, smile
contentedly and show cum dripping out of my red lips. If I
wasn't convincing enough, they would beat and make me do it
again with a new partner.
Who was watching these videos? What if people that knew me
saw the videos? What would they think I'd become? They
wouldn't know that I had been abducted and forced into
being a homosexual sex slave.
I was forced to wiggle my ass down over their big stiff
dicks, and pant and squeal with delight when they grabbed
my hips and pounded my ass hole. There was always a lot of
'Oh, baby oh, baby', 'give it to me' and 'Deeper Honey,
deeper'. Sometimes I was bent over double with my legs
above my head. The men would lie on top of me and fuck the
hell out of me. There were always lots of close-ups of
dicks buried in my ass, cum-covered dicks being pulled out,
and cum dripping out afterwards. Always I was forced to
appear to be anxious to please. If not, it was done again.
And again. I was now a fulltime shemale with more
experience than most shemale whores. I had become a very
realistic cock-obsessed transvestite slut.
On days when lots of their friends were there, I would have
one man's dick in my mouth, another's in my ass. As they
bumped me back and forth, naked men would line up behind
me, holding their stiff cocks in they hand, and waiting
their turn at me. They never seemed to get tired of using
my holes.
One particularly disgusting day I made a run for the door.
I don't know how I was going to get past all the locked
doors, and what I was going to do outside dressed as a
transvestite prostitute, but I had to try.
They easily caught me at the door and, as promised,
punished me severely. They beat me, plugged me with an
oversized gag and giant butt plug, and put me in tight,
uncomfortable bondage for days. When I returned to the
video sessions I had nipple rings, pierced ears, and a
pierced dick and tongue. I had "COCK SLUT" tattooed on my
chest. They told me that they posted free pictures of my
cum-covered, dick-sucking face on every newsgroup and web
site they could find.
They had ruined my life, in the most degrading way. And it
would look to everyone like it was what I wanted to do.
They promised me if I tried to escape again, that it would
me much worse.
Alma
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