Me and Scott

Author: Sweetdiscreet
Title: Me and Scott
Date: 12 June 2016

So this may not be the most graphic or hardcore material submitted to this site, but it has the big advantage of being 100% absolutely true, from first-hand experience. It happened to me last week. I wanted to share it with folks who might enjoy hearing about it, but I also wanted to write it down while it’s fresh in my mind (and body!) so I can read it back whenever I want to.

I’m a singer-songwriter, that ragged-looking guy with the slightly-too-long messy hair and worn out jeans that you see in your local subway. I don’t do much busking, I prefer to play clubs and bars. My friend Scott had recently left town, moving north a few hours up the road. He’d gotten to know a few local guys and he’d managed to arrange a gig for me in his new local bar. It was a cool opportunity to perform, but also a chance to visit Scott. We’d gone to the gym together and kept each other fit. He was gay, and I knew he thought I was attractive, but he never made a big deal of it, he knew I had a girlfriend, etc. The plan was, I could catch a train to his new place, crash there for the night, then head back home after the gig.
I jumped off the train with a change of clothes in a rucksack, and my guitar. Scott was waiting for me in the carpark, as he only lived 5 minutes from the station. We walked to his place, down a lane, entering through the back door. His new place was bigger than the old one, and nicer. I complimented him on it, and he seemed really happy, excited too.
“Hey, you’ve got a few hours before the show, the spare room is set up, I need to clean this place up, why don’t you crash for a while?” said Scott.
“Sure you don’t mind?” I answered.
“Not at all. Spare room is up the stairs, on your right.”
I headed upstairs. The room was really Scott’s office, but a fold-down bed had been made up in the corner. I stripped down to my vest and boxers, then lay down on the bed. It had been a long day. I closed my eyes…

Scott’s hand on my chest woke me up. I must have fallen asleep. He was sitting next to me on the bed, smiling down at me. I sat up, or at least tried to. My hands wouldn’t budge, and I fell back down. “Shhhhh,” said Scott, sliding his hand over me. I looked left and right. I was tied to the bed, spread-eagled. He’d bound my wrists and ankles to the bed-frame using dress ties. “It’s OK,” he said, “Just try to relax and stay calm.”
“What are you doing?” I asked. I actually laughed, nervously.
“I’m just going to have some fun.” The answer sent a shiver through me. I started to tug at the bonds.
“OK, very funny, now you can untie me.”
“Are you going to relax?”
“OK Scott, stop now. It’s not funny. Let me up.”
Scott sighed, then pushed something into my face. It was a dirty jock, it smelled of sweat and piss. He pushed it into my nose, then when I opened my mouth to breathe, pushed it in firmly. I gagged and spluttered on it. He lowered his head down to me, staring into my eyes.
“Just lie back and enjoy it, mate.”
“I’m not gay!” I yelled at him. The gag muffled it, but the words were still quite clear.
“I know you think you’re not, but I’ve seen you checking me out in the gym. I just needed to get you away from your girlfriend for a bit. Now be quiet, and hold still.” He produced a pair of scissors. I started to squirm with panic. He pushed a hand down on my chest, feeling my heart racing. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” He cut my vest off at the shoulders then pulled it clear. I’m quite athletic, but still working on my muscle tone. I’m also pretty hairy. Scott ran a hand through my chest hair, then down my treasure trail. He “mmmmed” at me, like I was a piece of meat. Then he cut my shorts off, leaving me naked and red-faced on the bed. I moaned when he picked my cock up and started to play with it. I couldn’t stop it from starting to grow, and he smiled. “See? Your cock knows that you’re gay. It wants this.” I thrashed my hips, growling at him.
He left the room, and I could hear taps running. I took a few deep breaths and tested the restraints – I couldn’t figure out how to get loose, but I could flex my arms slightly. I started to curl my wrist up, reaching for the knot. Then he was back, and he immediately stretched out my arms and legs, tightening every bond until I was pinned to the mattress. Then he held up a bowl of water and a razor. “Tell me you’re gay, and I’ll let you go. If you don’t, I’ll shave a part of you.”
“Fuck you!” was my answer, and if he didn’t understand the words, he definitely knew I was angry.
He shaved my armpits. It was very quick, and I couldn’t move anyway, but I didn’t want him to cut me so I stayed still and quiet. Every time I watched what he was doing, he kept looking into my eyes, which really bothered me, so I ended up turning my head away. In a couple of minutes, he’d shaved my armpits smooth then rubbed a moisturising cream on them that tingled. I was furious.
He stood up and refilled his bowl. When he came back, he said, “What would your girlfriend think now? Seeing you naked in your gay mate’s house. Letting him touch your cock. Getting hard for him. Do you think she’d be happy?” He sat next to me again. “Because we’re mates, I’m giving you another chance. But this time, you have to say that you’re gay, and you’re my boy.” I snorted defiantly, but he pinched my chin. “Because that’s what you’re going to become, - my gay boy.”
I wanted to cry, but all that came out was a groan. I squeezed my eyes shut, and pulled at the restraints. He checked them carefully again. Then he shaved my chest smooth, licking my nipples when he’d finished, then rubbing the cream in again.
Every time he made his offer, the deal got worse. “You’re gay, and you’re my slave boy, my little faggot slut.” I ignored him. Off went my treasure trail.
“You’re my gay slave, my faggot slut. And you’re going to suck my cock.” I was going to say the words, but the last part was unthinkable. I ignored him. He shaved my pubes off. He took his time, enjoying the fact that my cock was hard, and he removed every hair from my crotch, cock and balls. Once the cream was on, he started to use it like lube, stroking my shaft, shushing me when I moaned and staring into my eyes when I opened them. Then he stopped when I looked like I had given up. “Have you got something you want to say, boy?” I nodded.
He removed the gag and I took a deep breath. “Listen,” I said, hating how weak I sounded, “I’ll come for you, OK? Then you can let me go. I won’t tell anyone. OK?” He shoved the gag back in.
“I can make you come already,” he said. “And next time, I’m shaving your head bald.” Then he took hold of my cock. I raised my head, and he kept staring into my eyes as he took my cock in his mouth and started to give me a really slow, skilful blowjob. I could feel my body responding and I was helpless to do anything about it. He kept it up until I was moaning and whimpering, then I started to blurt out his words through my gag. “I’m a gay slave boy, I’m your gay slut.” He stopped, and removed the gag. I repeated it to him.
“And you’re going to be my slut.”
“I’m going to be your slut.”
“Now come for me.” He undid my right hand, knowing that is my weaker hand. But I’d lost my fight anyway. I reached down and started to jerk off, closing my eyes. I was already pretty close. I felt him move down the bed, and he started to stroke my thighs. It felt good and I kept going.
“You’re a gay slut. Say it.”
“I’m a gay… oh!” He’d slid a finger up my ass, and started to massage my hole.
“Say it.”
“A gay slut.”
“You’re my slave boy.”
“I’m your slave boy.”
“You’re going to suck my cock.”
“I’m going to suck your cock.” I knew it was going to happen as I said it. About 30 seconds later, my cock exploded. I came so hard it hit my face. All the fight drained out of me as I emptied my balls onto my smooth torso. Scott pulled his finger out of me, and came behind me, untying my other wrist. He sat me up, then cuffed my hands behind my back. He then cuffed my ankles together, and helped me kneel on the floor at his feet. I watched him unbuckle his jeans. His cock was smaller than mine, and uncut. I took it in my mouth and started to suck, bobbing up and down on it in silence. After a few minutes, he told me to look at him, and I looked up into his eyes as he pumped in and out of me, pulling my hair. I couldn’t believe it, but I could feel my cock hardening again against my thigh. Then he pulled out and blew his load on my face, rubbing the come in with his cock. I pressed my forehead to his thigh while he ran a hand through my hair.


We then both breathed a massive sigh of release and he untied me. I showered, we chatted, hugged, and agreed to do it again. As role-play encounters go, this wasn’t a bad first try! I had a lot of fun, and Scott (not his real name) did too. We’d agreed the outline of the story via text message before meeting, and he was a really nice guy (when not in character!) I hope the ending doesn’t spoil it for you too much, but I wanted to make clear that this is 100% true and accurate, but also consensual role-play between adults. What do you think? Anyone had similar experiences? Anyone got any ideas for our next encounter? Message me, or comment. Thanks for reading!