Forced by the Bully: Dubcon MM First Time Gay Erotica

Straight man forced by bully

Chained to his bed, Tim has to ask the only person around for help. But will Ashton keep bullying him like he always does, or will he help him?

Unfortunately for Tim, Ashton wants to have some fun before he releases him, forcing the straight man to question everything he’s ever believed about himself.

Trigger warnings: Dubcon, bondage, first time gay

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Excerpt:

Tim looked for it as he rolled to his side. A metallic click was heard over his head, and with a sense of dread, Tim realised the cuffs had clicked into place.

“Damn,” he muttered as he tried to break free. But the cuffs were real. Too real. It was what made him buy them in the first place. It turned him on to know they could hold him. To not be able to come lose once the cuffs were fastened. But this time, it shouldn’t have been that way. He was alone, and there was no one around to help him.

‘Dammit.’ Would it help if he called for help? Would someone be able to hear him through the thick walls? It was unlikely they would, considering all the noise from the Friday night parties. He’d counted on the noise to cover every moan he made during his masturbation session. But nothing worked out how he planned this evening.

He lay still, trying to find a way out of this mess. If only he could call someone. It would be embarrassing, but anything was better than lying naked on his bed for the rest of the weekend until his roommate, Jeff, returned home on Monday.

Then he heard someone unlock the front door and step inside the apartment. Maybe Jeff had forgotten something. It was the perfect chance to get some help.

“Hey, Jeff?” Tim called out loud. “I need your help, man.”

Soon after, the door opened. A large man towered in the doorway, looking him over. Damn. It wasn’t Jeff. Tim could easily recognise Ashton. He was his nemesis and the worst bully Tim had ever met. What was he doing here? Ashton was the last person he wanted to help him. The man had been bullying him ever since he moved here. He always teased him about his slender build and knocked into him every time they passed each other.

“What the f*ck have you got yourself into this time, dork?” Ashton asked with a smirk, laughter and amusement evident in both his eyes and voice.

“Help me out here. I’m stuck,” Tim said and wriggled the chains to the cuffs.

Ashton laughed again. “I bet you’ve lost the keys too, haven’t you? Only you can chain yourself up like a stuffed pig, waiting to be punished.”

“Don’t get any ideas, moron. Help me out here.” Tim was too pissed to care whether he annoyed Ashton or not. If only he would help him instead of enjoying tormenting him.

“I don’t think so. I like the view just how it is,” Ashton said, pulling up his cell phone.

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