The men thanked me for my service, and quickly ran off in different directions, but not before one of them shouted back “now you’re a bitch forever!”
I laid there on the table for what seemed. Like hours. What just happened to me? How could this have happened to me? Why did I get such pleasure from this? Am I gay now? What do I do now? Who do I tell?…
I cleaned myself up as much as I could, using my towel to wipe away the blood from my torn ass, and all of the many many loads of cum seeping from inside me. I hobbled down the trail to my car, getting inside I found a note on my dash. It had a simple “thanks for the cum bitch” and a number written inside.
I eagerly left and returned to my home, needing a shower and sleep and hopefully a plan of what to do next.
I decided to tell nobody, I know that seems crazy, but who would believe me? And on top of that, I thought if it got out, I would lose my girlfriend, and my job. I couldn’t take the risk. What I didn’t know then, was I was no longer the same person…
My girlfriend left me in the following months, because we couldn’t have sex. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t get hard. It was embarrassing and it took a toll. It wasn’t until a year or two later when I found out the cause. I was sitting at home on my computer, surfing some porn sites, trying to get an erection.
That’s when I came across a video of some sissy gay hypnosis. It wasn’t intentional, just one of those clickbait options at the bottom of every video. As I watched the “man” on the screen bend over and take a very large cock inside his ass, I got hard immedietly. I was so lost at this. What does this mean? I tried to take advantage of the erection, but no matter how hard I jerked off, I just couldn’t cum. What was wrong with me?
I found out some time later, while getting raped for the second time…that I indeed could still get hard and cum. But it would only happen when I was getting fucked in my ass, and I could only cum from the feeling of being bred myself. I indeed was to become a bitch forever, just like I was told that night long ago. But that’s a story for another day..
If only I had decided to just go home…..
If you enjoyed this story, I can continue with the story of my second forced meeting. Hope you liked it!