A New Easton

Trapped

"Please," I grunt as I continue to struggle. I try to break free as he holds my arms above me and against the wall.

"You're not going anywhere," He smirks at me. "Strip." Carter demands as he releases me from his grasp so I can do as he says. He stands aside.

"I'm not gonna fuckin' strip for you," I retort, as my words slur. He raises his hand and strikes me across my face. I stumble backwards as pain spreads throughout my cheek.

I take off my shirt slowly, noticing that he was watching very closely as I did so.

"If you don't hurry up, I'll rip those fucking clothes off of you," He scowls. I quickly undress, and a minute later I step out of my boxers, as I pull them down past my knees.

"Bend over," He demands.

"What!?" I say, my cheeks start to burn red with anger and embarrassment. He grabs me by my arm roughly, and he turns me around. He shoves me against the counter, my ass now facing him.

Suddenly pains shoots across my behind as he he smacks it. I wince as he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back.

"You're my slut," He says, his voice deep with his words an inch from my ear.

Carter let's go of my head. I look behind me to watch him as he spits on his hand. He spreads my ass with one hand, as the one he spit on rubs my entrance.

"Stop.. Please," I say, wanting to avoid sounding desperate but I was. This only earned me another painful slap. My ass, throbbing, as he hit it again, I arch my back, as my groin is now pressed against the counter.

He spits on his hand again. This time, he rubs my entrance, and slides one finger inside me. The feeling is uncomfortable and I start to feel sick.

"It hurts!!" I groan as I feel his finger as it continues to go into me further. He chuckles.

"Don't be a pussy this is just my finger," He pauses, "And it's not the only thing you'll take tonight," he slides in another finger. I whimper softly as I close my eyes. I have no choice but to let it happen

He slides the fingers back and forth inside me. He begins to go faster, he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

Carter then moves his other hand over my ass. He slowly guides it to the front of my thigh. His fingers pinch the tip of my cock.

"Oohh..." I groan as he thrusts his fingers in me faster. I press my head against the wall, my gaze set down at the counter .

He begins to stroke me slow.

"You're hardening," He smirks. I clench my fists as I look back as I growl at him.

"I know you're just begging for me to dominate you, baby boy."

He pulls his fingers out of me. A few seconds later, I hear his belt rattle. My stomach drops. It dawned on me that I really was about to get raped by a man.

Suddenly something hard and warm is pressed against my entrance. I suck in my breath.

"Please!" I look back at him as I yell.

He grips my hair and leans forward, his cock pressed against me. He slides his hand over my chest. He takes two fingers and pinches my nipple hard.

He whispers, His voice gravelly, "I'm going to make you my bitch."

He guides himself into my entrance. He struggles to push himself into me, as my hole is tight. He stretches me with every inch. I cry out as he thrusts completely into me, his balls slap against my ass.

"Fuck!" I want to scream and I want to get him off me, but I get a feeling of pure pleasure. This isn't right. This is wrong. Men like me aren't meant to be fucked.

He moves in a rhythmic motion as he pounds into me, hard. The impact with each thrust has my face inches from the wall. I press my hands against it to keep my body stable.

"I bet you like being stretched out, " He chuckles as he pumps in and out of me.

"Please.." I beg.

"Please, what." He says, as he continues to push against me.

"Please... Stop," I whimper.

This only causes him to fuck me harder. I can feel him deep inside me.

"I'm gonna cum," He says. He doesn't slow down.

He then releases inside me. He comes to a stop and pulls out of me. I can feel the warm stickiness dripping down the back of my thigh.

I hear his buckle jingle. And he's done with me just like that!? I look back as he pulls his pants up.

He walks towards the bathroom door.

"I left my number by your drinks, shoot me a text if you want some more baby boy," He says as the door swings open and shut as he walks out.

He leaves me there stunned, ass still up, and dick against the counter. I clean myself up and gather my belongings.

I feel disgusted as I pull my clothes on. I push open the bathroom door and I make my way back to the bar stool I had been sitting at.

Sure enough there was a piece of paper that had Carter's number written on it neatly, the paper read Daddy.