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It's almost two-a.m.
And your eyes are starting to crack open.
You sigh as you see your room is dark still.
Wait.
Your room?
WHERES YOUR ROOM!?
Your eyes shoot open and you try to sit up but to no avail, as your arms are roped down to the bed. Your mind in a blind panic, as you tug and tug and tug at the ropes, but they wont budge. Your eyes start to tear up as you notice a tight feeling around your chest. You look down and see the binder you've wanted for months now. And that pair of sonic boxers you wanted as a joke gift because you liked the design plus you hadn't exactly come out to them yet, so you had to say you wanted it as a joke gift. You smile lightly at the gifts, knowing that this is probably some joke from one of your friends. Some sick, cruel, joke.
Then you see him.
A man with unkempt curly brown hair, glasses, and what looked to be a good sense in fashion stood in the doorway. He looked slightly familiar, but you couldn't place it.
But you know for a fact that he is not one of your friends. So, you go back to pulling on the ropes and shouting.
"Jesus, you didn't even let me introduce myself. And also those ropes aren't going to snap, your just going to hurt your wrists." He walks over to you and holds your hands to stop you from hurting them.
Your tears spill like an overflowing bucket as you shout and scream at him.
"Hey, hey, hey, hold on, hold on. It's ok! I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to protect you. That's why I had to bring you here, to keep you safe and happy." But you didn't listen. You kept thrashing around and shouting and screaming for help.
The man pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly. (rupert giles, anyone? no? ok) He lets go of your hands and begins to undo his belt. He realizes the only way he's gonna be able to get you to shut the fuck up is to put something in your mouth. And he came to the decision that his cock will do the trick. So he unbuckles his jeans and tugs them down along with his boxers, whipping out his dick and forcefully holding your mouth and head still as he shoves it in.
"M-my name is Wilbur," he says while thrusting into your mouth, "and I'm the boss around here. What I say, goes. And that is for your own good. Understand, slut?"
A muffled "mhh-hmm" comes from you, but that's not good enough for him, so he pulls you off his cock.
"I said, do you understand?"
"Yessir." you manage to slur out through the sniffles and gasps and tears.
"Sir?" he mumbles, wide-eyed in awe at your response. "Yes, yes that's it. You're just some fuckin toy for me hmm? An obedient servant who cares more about my pleasure than their own. Isn't that cute?"
You don't even have a chance to say anything because next thing you know your choking on his cock again. Tears slide down your cheeks like butter on a griddle laying sideways.
His hand finds his way to your head, scratching it, massaging it and giving it pats. It's strangely comforting, him doing that. You let out a soft whimper sending little vibrations through his dick, making him moan out, along with the groans he had taken to letting out.
"You like that, hmm? Your like a little puppy. Is that what you want me to call you? Pup?"
Your eyes widen a bit and you whimper again, but he'll take that as a yes.
"Ahnn, your so good for me pup. Su-such a good puppy. I-ah-ack! I-I-I think I'm gonna c-cum!"
His thrusts get more irregular and erratic but also more harsh and hard as he gets closer and closer, til he cums down your throat, the sticky liquid spilling down your esophagus down to your stomach. A string of moans and curses come out of Wilbur's mouth as if pulled out like someone caught a fish.
You get ready to go to sleep when he stops you:
"Oh no."
"We aren't done here puppy, you thought you were crying hard now? Just wait til I'm done with you, then you will see."
(chapter two comin soon to a theater near u hehe)