It was a random ass Tuesday evening, (YN) was inside of a Seven Eleven getting some night snacks. Grabbing some chips, biscuits, candies, and drinks, putting them in his little basket while nothing was on his mind. The generic song was playing in the background with the sound of a TV too, discussing something random on the local news.
(YN) went to the cashier to pay everything, both him and the cashier were bored out of their minds, but at least, (YN) could go home and relax while the poor cashier works until the next morning only getting the average salary. (YN) exits the orange, red, and green iconic convenience store, the air was cold, the breeze rustled his hair as he walked towards his old car. Getting his keys from his pockets to unlock the door and getting inside, putting his items on the passenger seat before turning on the car.
Suddenly, he felt something cold and metallic on his head, "I suggest not to say a word, and keep quiet if you still want to live, honey." A feminine voice declared. (YN) checks the rear mirror to see a white haired tanned woman with red eyes, she was Massachusetts or nicknamed as Massy.
Massy was (YN)'s ex-girlfriend whom he broke up after being together for five whole years. The reason for the break up was that Massy was too controlling, too possessive, and too aggressive for someone like him to handle. It's already been two months since the break up happened, from what she was doing, she wasn't taking the break too well.
"Here's what's going to happen, okay?" Massy paused, quickly moving to the passenger seat as she pushed the snacks away while keeping the gun on his head, "We are going to back to your place, have amazing sex like we used to then we are getting back together or God, help me, I will kill you then myself if you refuse." She delivered the threat loud and clear.
(YN) nodded, clearly he was shaking in fear. He turned on the car and quickly left the parking lot, sweat beans dripping down his face as his eyes kept glancing at Massy still pointing the gun at his head then back to the road. He drove relatively fast, but slow enough to not catch any attention from the police on the side of the road which is completely the opposite of what he needed to do since he was being held hostage at gunpoint by his crazy ex-girlfriend.
Some time later, they arrived at (YN)'s apartment. Massy shoved him inside once the door was opened then closed and locked behind her while keeping the gun pointed at him. (YN) fell down after Massy shoved him, he fearfully started to crawl backwards. "Please, don't harm me. I regret breaking up with you, I promise to be better. I'm sorry." He pleaded.
Massy squatted down once (YN) was backed up against a wall, nowhere else to go. She pressed the barrel of the gun on his lips before slowly and suggestively brought it down to his pants. "Honey, I need you to keep quiet and do everything I say. Pull out your cock." She demanded, without hesitation. (YN) immediately starts undoing his pants in fear of getting hurt by her. She watched him with eagerness and lustfulness in her eyes, her gaze never leaving his.
He pulled off his pants, including his underwear too. Massy looks at his massive thick cock that made her remember memories a while back, unpleasant ones since she was the one doing the forcing. "Look at that, still a stud." Massy commented, touching (YN)'s length with the gun, making (YN) more nervous and fearful since Massy's finger was on the trigger. "Stand up and lay down on the bed." She orders, and (YN) moves quickly.
(YN) went to sit down on the bed, covering his cock with his hands while he was blushing shyly like a tomato. "Good boy, now, if I still remember where I put it..." Massy trailed off as she went under the bed to find something. She stood up, holding a roll of duct tape. "Wrists together." She ordered.
(YN) does what he was told, extending his arm out with his wrists touching together as Massy puts aside the gun to taped his wrists together with the duct tape. It was tight and restricting, it was making (YN) uncomfortable, but Massy doesn't really care about his comfort. She tossed the duct tape once she was finished and shoved him down on the bed, (YN) lied there with taped hands together.
