“That’s it, darling.” His fingers pressed into my hips, gently forcing me down. My legs shook as I resisted him. I had fought him when he had tied my wrists to my ankles, I had tried to get away as he stripped every last inch of cloth from my form. I’d lost those fights. But I wouldn’t – couldn’t – lose this one.
The vibrator buzzed beneath me. I could feel it in my legs, pressed as they were against the wooden frame the vibrator rested on. I was kneeling on the hard floor of his garage with one leg on either side of his sick contraption. My arms were behind me, my wrists lashed to my ankles. A ball gag was in my mouth, the leather strap pressing into my cheeks. Drool from my open, panting mouth had filled the gag and was dripping in long, wet strands to coat my chest and stomach.
When he had approached me at the bar, I’d intended to turn him down. He was older than me, and I wasn’t in the mood to do the song and dance of figuring out if he would be cool with me being trans. But he had been so attentive and kind, so flattering in his flirting and so careful with the light touches of his hand that I had caved. What would be the harm, I thought. Let’s give the old man a night he’ll remember.
My body was exhausted. He had put me in this position an hour ago, using pulleys and rope to wrestle me where he wanted. My knees ached; my arms felt like they were on fire. My back was arched unnaturally as I strained to keep my body from touching the vibrator he had placed dangerously close to my skin.
“Sit down, darling.” His fingers were a whispered suggestion as they caressed my hips. “You’re so tired. You need to rest.” His voice was calm and steady, as if he were saying something reasonable. As if he wasn’t talking about me putting my full weight on a vibrator in front of him. “It’s time to give in.”
I was desperate to resist him. But my body couldn’t hold out any longer. My left leg failed first, sending me falling awkwardly back and to the left. I gasped as I fell, mind racing as I tried to wrench my body back up.
Then the vibe hit my little cock, and my body was lost to convulsions.
“Good boy,” he crooned. I was trying to jerk my body back upright, desperate to put distance between my sensitive cock and the vibrator, but my body simply would no longer listen to me. All I could do was convulse. Each wracking twist of my body pressed his fingers into my hips. “That’s a good boy.”
The first orgasm came quickly, anticipation colliding with exhaustion in a wave of pleasure that I had no chance of controlling. It caught me by surprise. I had no chance of holding it back, since I hadn’t noticed it growing. My body shook out of my control, twisting and jerking as the vibrator continued its relentless assault on my sensitive, cumming cock. Waves of painful pleasure coursed up my body, threatening to short out my brain with the intensity.
“Good boy,” he told me as I cried out in frustration. I had been so desperate not to give him this. His eyes were smiling as he watched me cum, my screams pushing more spit from the ball gag. “Doesn’t it feel good to give in?”
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