Jamie is taken Part 1

eagerly to claim coercion in any real sense of the word.

Jamie had to admit that the man's raw power and control turned him on.

After less than a minute of sucking the man said: "Pull your trousers

down." Jamie hesitated only for split second, but by the time the man

had grabbed the back of his head entirely too firmly, Jamie's trousers

were down around his knees. "Underpants too, you idiot," the man scolded

him. Jamie had wanted to avoid this as it became much too obvious that

the situation aroused him. His cock was much too stiff and the man

remarked: "Just as I thought. You are a submissive little shit aren't

you?"


Jamie knew that he was submissive, but still the remark stung somehow.

Sure, some of his lovers had tied him up and he was certainly aroused at

being controlled by another, but it had mostly been discrete and

unspoken control, playful and somehow harmless. (A single incident where

he had been bound in rubber and whipped mercilessly before being screwed

loomed large in the back of Jamie's mind before he pushed the image

aside. Surely he didn't really think that the brutality of that

particular fuck had really been that great, did he?) As the man

commanded Jamie to put his hands behind his head and Jamie complied in

an instant, Jamie understood that this was something else, something

that was not playful or harmless. This man was the real deal, a man who

controlled him in a much, much more serious way than anyone had ever

done before.


Presently the man began fucking Jamie's face in earnest, moving his

member so far in that it blocked Jamie's breath and set off his gag

reflex as it pressed against his throat. The man didn't stop there.

Grabbing Jamie's head with both hands, he began forcing the tip of his

monster cock into Jamie's throat setting off involuntary convulsions in

his victim. "You're going to have to work on that, you little creep. If