r/gayforcefuck

I’m a straight guy. This happened a few years ago when I was living in a large West Coast city. I went out one night, a Wednesday, which was probably the wrong night to go out. The club was pretty quiet and I had a few drinks already was getting bored so I decided to just walk home. I lived about 2 miles from downtown.

On my way home is a big park, it’s pretty active in the evening with people hiding in the bushes that sort of stuff.

I’m not sure what possessed me but as I was walking by, I realized I was super horny and thought maybe I could just get a BJ. So I entered the park but it was pretty late around 2 AM and I didn’t really see anybody around. The park is really beautiful at night as it has fountains and you can see all of downtown from the top. So I’d say just to walk it off.

I was up looking at downtown when I kind of felt like someone was watching me. At this point, it was really dark and while there were lighted fountains, it was still difficult to see. Suddenly, from my right side came this guy who looked a little sketchy. He appeared a little younger than me but much taller with a lot more muscles. I really didn’t think anything of it because I don’t really think guys think of these things, but as he walked by, he called me a derogatory name for a gay guy.

I kind of chuckled and said hey, you have the wrong idea and out of nowhere he hit me in the face. I’m laying on the ground, not realizing that I was just hit as I was kind of in shock and he was on to me.

I’m still kind of drunk and I’m realizing that I’m probably in trouble but my head hurt and I couldn’t quite figure out what to do in that moment. The guy started mumbling and I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but I did feel him pulling my pants down and I was trying to figure out if he was robbing me or what.

So I’m laying on the grass, my pants down to my ankles, my shirt kind of up and out of nowhere I feel it. The searing pain that I’ve never felt before, and I realize that that moment what was happening. He had entered me with nothing, no lube no spit nothing.

I start making noises which he didn’t like and all of a sudden there’s a rag in my mouth and I taste blood coming from where he hit me.

As he’s going about doing what he came to do all these thoughts came across my mind when I’m staring at the city lights with 1 million people and there’s not one person here to help me.

At that moment, I just gave up and I stopped fighting. While I was in a lot of pain, I noticed that I had an erection and things stopped hurting as bad as they did earlier. I got really quiet and things started to feel better and I didn’t understand what was happening.

He starts to go faster and I hear him making a bunch of noises and I knew he just finished inside me. I lay there for a moment with him on top of me and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He suddenly whispered in my ear that I was amazing and that he hopes we can do this again.

I realize at that moment that he was probably thinking I wanted this and that me sitting in this park at this hour of the morning was all my fault. I kind of just looked at him and he got up, got dressed and walked away.

I got myself up, pulled up my pants and started walking home. It was an interesting feeling because it hurt that I was super horny still. When I got home, I stumbled into my place took off my clothes and hopped in the shower and had the best jerk off session. I think I’ve ever had.

I go back to that park a lot now and I’ve gotten much better at being a bottom and I’ve even moved into giving blowjobs. Not sure if I’m still straight but man guys have a really good time together.

A few months ago in college I hooked up with this guy I’ve been talking to for awhile. I was j planning on giving him head but he kept begging to fuck me so eventually I said we can try. His dick is huge so when he put it in i felt like i was gonna rip in half. I kept asking him to stop over and over but he just ignored me or told me to STFU. He was soo rough and now looking back on it i find it sooo hot and need it to happen again. After he nutted in me I just sat there kinda out of it and he said “stop acting like that ik you kinda liked it”

He wasted no time.

My mouth was already wet and slimy from gaging down the piss-tequila shots. His huge cock hits the back of my throat with ease. Pumping a few times to settle in. My jaw was already sore from the shear girth of his cock. I tried to pull away but he grabbed my head with two hands and fucked my face like a toy. I think he noticed his cock was catching at my throat, so he repositioned.

He stepped over my shoulders with ease, he was huge. My head between his legs, and legs over my shoulders, there was truely no escape. He pulled my head up with ease, lifting my knees off the ground and he fucked. He fucked and fucked, in and out of my mouth, I was gagging, it was so wet, I could feel my whole face was drenched. I was desperate for air. I tried to pull away but he closed his monster out thighs around my head, I couldn’t pull away. Deeper and deeper he pulled me, my nose buried in his pubes, and his hairy beer belly cushioning my forehead.

I kicked, and hit him but I couldn’t do anything, I could taste tequila and piss again as I gagged and coughed it back up. He showed no signs of giving up. I started feeling lightheaded. I couldn’t feel my legs. I tried to look up, but his belly blocked my view.

“Fuckkkk” he growled as I went completely limp. Helpless. Weak. It began to black again.

SLAP

I gasp! Fresh air. I must have passed out.

“You horny little slut” he muses.

“W-“ I look down, I’m fucking hard. But how?? I was terrified.

“Deep breath boy”

I comply.

And it’s back in again. He’s fucking my face like I’ve never been fucked before. I can hear the wet slaps of his belly against my face as he pummels it.

He finally pulls my head back, as I’m gasping again, he pots another shot in and jams his cock back in. I have no choice but to swallow. And the fucking begins again. Now he’s leaning over me with my head on the edge of the bed, his full weight pushing my head into the bed as he fucks. No air, no escape, no mercy. I pass out again.

I wake up again with a thud, I’m face down on the bed he must have thrown me.

“Morning boy. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He cracks a beer bottle.

“Please stop. I can’t” I slur. SMACK

“Please stop WHAT?”

“Please stop sir”. SMACK

“Try again son”

“Please stop daddy”

“Thatta boy. But daddy knows best”

And before he even finished his sentence he shoves the beer bottle in my hole. A sharp pain shoots up my spine, followed by the feeling of the cold fizzy beer draining into my hole.

“Drink up my boy. You’re gonna need it” he growls as he pulls the bottle out with a pop, beer spilling out over my hole. My legs shaking uncontrollably.
My vision darkened at the corners, I feel the bed shaking as he positions himself over me, straddling my hole.

To be continued…

Bump

I woke up to streetlights wizzing past overhead, and the sound of wind rushing by. Was I in the back of a car? THE TRUCK. I thought. It must be the truck that followed me.

My jaw was sore, and the side of my face was wet from what felt like saliva. There was a gag in my mouth. Then I noticed I couldn’t move my arms or legs, they seemed pinned together. Straining to look down, I saw I was rolled up in what might have been a rug with my head sticking out. My wrists ached too, they must have been bound inside the rug. I’m fucked. I thought. This is it, this is how I die.

Another bump, and I was out.

Again I woke with a start as I heard the loud whirring of a garage door closing. I tried to look around and get my bearings but it was still dark outside.

The sound of a car door closing. Footsteps. The tray of the truck opened, still too dark to make out his face. I felt two hands grab my feet, he yanked me towards him, and hoisted me over his shoulder like I was nothing. And we headed inside.

He flung me onto a bed. And turns a light on. It’s a red RGB light. He steps closer and I finally see his face clearly.

I just as I thought, it’s him. The daddy from the gym. He absolutely towers over me. Huge wide shoulders. A salt and pepper beard that comes to a point at his chin. He might be middle eastern? His arms are hairy like an ape, which I’ve always found hot. But the fear in my veins kept my dick soft.

“When are your housemates home?” He barked.

“Mmmm” I mumbled through the gag.

He slapped me hard across the face “You’re not gonna scream are you? There will be worse than that in store for a boy who screams”

I shook my head vigorously.

“Good boy” he said as his huge hands fumbled at the gag in my mouth.

I took a beat to stretch my jaw side to side, and traced my tongue around my mouth to recalibrate.“M- Monday Night” I stuttered.

“M m m m Monday night WHAT?” He mocked.

“Monday night sir” I replied.

“Good” he said. And started in rolling me from my rug prison.

When I was free he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

“You need to earn that bed boy. Or it will be an uncomfortable weekend”

“Yes sir” I said.

He stood, thinking for a second. “Now boy. You have a choice.”

My mind raced.

“I’m not a monster. Those ties look sore. But I’m not dumb, I’ve seen you running on those treadmills. I’m strong but I’m not fast.”

He disappears into the next room. When he comes back, he’s holding a bottle of tequila.

“Decide boy. Either you stay in those ropes. Or…” he shakes the bottle.

Fuck. I was going to bolt. That was always my plan, but now I’m fucked. I feel the restraints digging into my wrists. Two days of being bound would not be fun.

I gingerly tilt my head at the bottle, and avert my eyes.

“You stupid boy” he said, lifting my head and pulling me to my knees. I can see into his dark eyes as he leans in. The shadow of the red light making them seem even darker.

He poured a shot, and tilted my head back. And slaps my face. “Open” he commands. I obey. He tipped the shit into my mouth and I coughed.

“Silly me” he said, “you’ll need a chaser”.

He took a step back, and went into the next room. I thought he was going to come back with limes. But when he returns, he’s was fully naked. He approaches me again.

“Open”

I obey.

He tips the shot in, but before I can swallow, he shoves his cock in and the bitter taste of tequila is replaced by a warm salty liquid. I swallow. No cough.

“Good boy. You like that don’t you”

Fuck. I do. But my heart is still pounding.

Again. Again. Again. Until I’m 6 shots deep. I feel nauseous, the room is spinning a little. I have to catch my weight.

“Perfect.” He says, as he gets to work. Feeling the restrains loosen, I tried to get to my feet, but I stumble back down. I can’t stand.

“How did you find me” I slur.

“I’ve been watching you boy. I mesmerised your number plate. I found you in the system. And I’ve been watching your house, I saw you waving good my to your house mates” he confesses.

The system?? What system?? Is he a police officer? Government? He found me, he knows where I live FUCK

“But now you’re here. I’ve got you till Monday”

My worry lessens. He wants to return me? I’m going to survive?

He slams his foot into my face and pushes me head into the floor.

Towering over me and bathed in red light, he looks like the devil.

“Now get to work boy”

To Be Continued…

I had been messaging guys on Grindr for years, not showing my face because I was too embarrassed to show it after the crazy nasty stuff I had been saying.

I’m a young guy, boyish looks with a smooth hole, the guys I was messaging are it right up, but I was always too embarrassed to reveal who I was, and too scared to follow through.

One day I was at the gym checking Grindr to see if anyone was close by, it was chest day and I was checking to see who was close by. Mainly blank profiles, and no one closer than 500m.

I finished on the cables and decided to head over to the pec fly machine. Feeling horny, and frustrated, I refreshed Grindr in a last ditch effort to see if anyone wanted to feed into my sick kinky desires. That’s when I saw his profile.

10m away, it was a photo of his hairy legs and what looked like a decent bulge. The gym is connected to the mall so I thought he might just be shopping or something.

I messaged:

🔸Hey Daddy

I waited a minute, and nothing.

Defeated, I glanced around to see if I could see anyone who looked like a match, but I noticed an older guy behind me waiting for the machine, so I decided to put my phone down and start my set. Resting between sets, I asked the guy waiting if he wanted to work-in, and he agreed.

I checked Grindr again, nothing. Then it was my turn.

His turn.

I checked again.

🔹Hey son

“Fuck yea, we’re on!” I thought.

I looked around to see if I could see the shorts from the profile anywhere, but I couldn’t.

He sends some more pics. A huge cock, girthy with heavy balls to match. My mouth was watering.

I send some pics too.

🔸What are you into?

My turn.
His turn.

🔹Pretty open. You?
🔸Me too, I have a few kinks.

My last set, I gave a nod to the man, and headed over to the bench press.

🔹Oh yeah? Tell me Son.
🔸Since you asked 😏
🔸I love being a free use sex toy, and have no limits.

I’ve never done any of that, but the idea has always been a fantasy.

I do a set.

🔹Fuck yeah boy, now we’re talking.
🔸What about you daddy? What really turns you on?
🔹I love breaking in a twink, pounding hard.
🔸Is that all? I said no limits 😏

The same guy from the pec fly machine comes over to me and asks if I need a spot. I agree.

“Should we bump up the weight?” he asks.

“Might as well, since I’ve got a spotter” I reply

He laughs. And I start my set. Halfway through my set, I notice he’s got a raging boner. Taken off guard, my arm buckles. He reacts quickly, dipping down to catch the barbell. His dick inches from my face, I catch a whiff of his sweaty hard bulge and get a little turned on. Why the fuck is he hard? I think, is it the pre workout? That’s when I noticed a familiar freckle.

“Good thing I was here huh?” he laughs.

“Yeah haha. I- “ I stutter. My mind racing. My half boner completely soft now.

His turn.

I quickly check Grindr. FUCK. The freckle on this guy’s lower thigh is in the exact same place as the profile. I panicked and quickly blocked him.

I get back to spotting him, like he needs it, the dude is massive.

It’s my turn again, I continue like nothing happened, my heart pounding. At least the adrenaline racing through my veins helps me set my pb on bench.

Does he know? Did he he recognize anything from the pics I sent? Fuck!

After I finish helping him finish his set, he stands up, towering over me.

“Thanks for the spot bro, life saver” I say.

He chuckles, “Good to have safety net eh? Maybe I’ll see you around?”.

“For sure”, I say.

Quickly turning around I head to the bathroom to shower and get changed. The shower didn’t help with my racing thoughts. Fuck I’m sure he knew who I was, maybe he was being nice because I let him work-in. His dick was huge. I hope I don’t see him again.

As I’m heading out of the changing rooms, a huge shadow looms over the hallway, and an arm stops me in my tracks.

It’s him.

FUCK.

“What happened back there”, he asks in a low voice.

“W- what are you talking about?” I try to play dumb, knowing it’s too late.

“No limits huh? You sexy little cunt. Think you can make my cock throb, and then leave me hanging?”

Just then, someone else walks in, THANK GOD. He lets his guard down, and I use that to my advantage and slip past him. There was no way I would have been able to fight him off. Without looking behind me I rush to my car and catch my breath.

To be continued…

Fuck that was close.

I deleted Grindr instantly, no way I can continue doing this, that was not ok. I’m gonna have to change gyms.

After taking a sec to gather myself, I started my car and headed home. Blasting my music like I always do, I wound the window down to let the wind cool the heat on my cheeks from my bathroom encounter.

Nothing like a little music therapy.

As the song finished, I adjust my rearview mirror. A black pickup truck, about a hundred yards behind me. Hopefully they didn’t hear my shit singing.
I don’t live too far from the gym, maybe a couple miles. But I did notice that the truck was still behind me as I pulled onto my street. Am I being followed? My heart starts to race again.

I turned the music down so I could think.

Thankfully my book smarts are better than my street smarts, I decided to pull down a side street. The truck followed. I turned right onto another street. The truck followed again. Fuck, I’m about to be on my street again, I turned left, but thankfully the car turned right. False alarm.

After circling the block a few times to be safe, I finally parked up at home.

I ate dinner, caught up with my housemates, I didn’t dare mention what I’d just been through. Then I headed to my bedroom. After scrolling for a bit, that itch began again, an itch for filth. But I’ve had enough of Grindr, so I opened up twitter and get going. Bondage, Pounding, Piss, Choking, Spanking. After finishing on a hot face fucking video, I cleaned up, put on some rain sounds, and headed to sleep.

A few days go by, I swung by my gym to see if the coast was clear, but I saw that black truck again and quickly turned around, taking the long way home just incase.

The weekend was approaching and my housemates were heading off for a weekend trip. I had the place to myself. Nothing but gooning all weekend.

I woke up on Saturday, decided to walk around the house naked, had breakfast, rolled a joint, and pre-ordered some takeout for dinner because I hate ordering food when I’m high. After sparking up, I got to work, opened my laptop, and grab the lube. Still terrified of Grindr.

Once I finished, I sparked up once again, grabbed my takeout from the porch quickly because I couldn’t be fucked putting pants on, if the neighbors want to look, then that’s on them.

With dinner done, I squeezed in another cheeky nut, hopped bed, put the rain sounds on and headed to sleep.

——————————————-

I must have had another nightmare about falling from a building because I woke to the feeling of the bed sinking beneath me. It was pitch black. Looking around the room I saw nothing but static, it must have been about 2am. Then I saw it. A massive shadowy figure kneeling at the end of my bed, barely silhouetted by the weak moonlight shining through my thin curtains.

As I desperately gulped down air to scream for help, a massive calloused hand clamped my mouth shut.

The figure leaned in closer, I could smell alcohol on his breath. I felt a second rough hand closing tightly around my throat, and what felt like a third leg pressing into my thigh as the figure straddled me.

As what little I could see of the dark figure faded to darkness as the hand tightened, a warm, whisky scented voice whispered in my hear:

“Need a spot boy?”

To Be Continued…

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