I don’t think you fully understood the question, so I will ask it again, but only once more.
First of all, let’s recap how we got here. You chose this. You were the one that I kept catching looking over at me working out. You were the one that came over to me and struck up a conversation. You were the one that suggested a drink after the gym. You were the one that brought the conversation round to sex. And yes sure you bragged about all the women you’d conquered, but what you really wanted to hear about was me. You egged me on to tell me about how I like to dominate men, how I like to hurt them, how my ultimate turn on is to rape a straight. And so then when I invited you back to mine for a nightcap you knew what it meant. And now here you are, in my basement flat. The door is deadlocked by the way.
So now things go one of two ways.
You could take those clothes off, you could kneel down before me, and I will very patiently talk you through the process of giving head. I’ll even let you spit some of it out. Then we’ll go through next door, break out the poppers and the lube, and I will gently take your anal virginity. Then, if you want, we could break out the toybox and see what kinks you’re in to – I won’t go any further than you ask. Or we could just spoon and pass out. In the morning we can have breakfast and discuss your new life as my occasional bitch on call.
Or we could do it the other way. I’m six inches taller than you, about 50lbs heavier, I have a lower fat percentage than you and we’ve both seen each other spar. We both know how that goes.
But once you’ve chosen you’ve chosen, and I will make a point of it to beat you to a bloody pulp. I’m sure at some point you will submit to me, I will make you. You will do so desperately hoping for a mercy that you know is not coming. But it will not come and I will continue to beat the shit out of you until I decide we’re done.
Then I’ll drag you next door and tie you spreadeagle face down to the bed so I can take my time raping you.
After that I’m going to break out the tool kit and keep hurting you until you’re begging to be allowed to suck the shit off my dick.
And once you’ve done that … I haven’t decided yet. I might rape you again, I might torture you again, I might throw you out naked into the street, or I might call some friends round and get a train running. I’ll see what I’m in the mood for.
So let me ask again: are you maybe a bit gay?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hhdz7y/the_monologue_mm_bdsm_nc