henrymohair

“It’s ok,” he said, his deep masculine voice contradicting his soft, fuzzy, feminine sweater, “you’re confused about what you’re feeling right now, and that’s perfectly natural.”

“I…what… what do you mean?” I protested feebly.

“What I mean, is that it’s only natural for someone like you to be attracted to someone like me,” he state matter-of-factly.

“No,” I said, blushing hot and red at his bold assumption, “I’m not gay…”

“Maybe not,” he responded with snide smile, but you are attracted to me, and you are very intimidated by me, aren’t you. C’mon, this is a safe space, you can admit it, it’s alright.”

I bowed my head, overwhelmed by him and by what he was insisting to be true, and that little voice in my head telling me he was right. Finally I said “well, umm, I guess… maybe a little?”

“Maybe? A little?” he asked, incredulous, as he move closer to me and placed his hand on my cheek, taking hold of my face, forcing me to look into his eyes, his soft sweater sleeve resting on my bare neck, sending my mind spinning , “I think we both know it’s more than just a little… isn’t it?“ he said. He placed his other hand on my crotch and began rubbing gently, and my penis responded quickly jumping to life. I was rock hard in a few seconds, my eyes involuntarily closing as his rubbing became rougher, harder, but still slow and deliberate.

“Tell me you’re mine now. Tell me you’re my gay simp, and you’ll do anything I want.” He demanded.

“Y-yes Sir, I… yes, anything… I’m a gay simp… oh god… please… Sir…” I mumbled as if in a trance completely under his power.

So how bout it sissy? Do you prefer the crew or the turtle neck?

You’re weak.

I could tell from the moment I first saw you that you weren’t a man, not a real one anyway.