Male sex slave (f)iction

I have lost track of time.

No idea how long I have been here, what’s going to happen? She seemed so nice.
I didn’t want to go to college a virgin, I was willing to do anything-I thought. I didn’t think I would be tied to a bench/blind folded and left for dead!

*We ran into each other at a local coffee shop, conversation was easily started as we both ordered the exact same drink. She clearly liked my corny joke, because she asked me to join her. It was the best 20 min I’ve spent with a girl. Her eyes were soft and full of personality. She looked at me with sympathy and compassion, as if judgment wasn’t in her nature. Every time I would lay award winning jokes, she would almost spit her coffee out trying not to laugh. No one ever laughed at my jokes like she did. I asked her if we could meet for coffee again-and she agreed, she wrote her number on my cup and we parted ways.

28[M] silent stranger

You’re fired.

The words stuck in my head-still, after a long day job hunting.

Sitting here, feeling like a failure-assuming everyone on the sub way is judging me. Each day the 30 min sub way ride gets longer and longer.

The first day.

This trip was different then the rest…that smell, what could it be? So, intoxicating I want more. People are noticing me looking around the train like a lost puppy trying to find the smell-and I don’t care. Looking, looking…THERE! What is happening to me? I have never felt like this before.

She sat; legs crossed straight- reading. hair pulled back into a pony tail, Grey blazer…matching skirt-black heels. I couldn’t stop staring; I could feel the heat from my body trapping in my clothes. Sweating basically drooling, and I can’t talk-not one word. She never even looked at me.

The second day.

So tired, I couldn’t sleep.

The smell stuck in my nose, I had to try and see her again. I didn’t care about finding a job, I didn’t care about anything. Just her.