Domination

Prologue

What the hell was he doing? He couldn't believe it. This was definitely a new low. He knew that he should walk out of the room but he didn't. He sat on the chair, blindfolded and naked, waiting for a complete stranger to fuck him.

He was desperate, he knew he was. Pitiful, for sure. No one knew where he was. It wasn't like he could tell anyone what he was doing, what he craved. It was embarrassing, and yet, he felt excited. Maybe someone would do the things he always wanted them to do to him. No one he had ever dated had been able to take care of his needs. He knew that he was weird, that he was asking for the impossible. That was why he was always single. He couldn't picture a life with someone where the sex would be mediocre at best.

Maybe that was why he had ended up at this exclusive club? It had a simple concept really. You filled in a form if you were submissive, paid for a room, got naked and blindfolded, and hopefully a dominant man or woman, depending on what you had requested, would find you interesting enough to fuck you.

The blindfold was for anonymity but it also added an extra flavor. It was both exciting and terrifying to not see the person who would have sex with him. What if he was really old? Like grandpa old? Harry was beyond nervous and was just about to get up to walk out of the room when he heard the door open and close. He tensed in his seat and let out a small gasp. Someone had entered the room to play with him.