force masc kidnap at party
you wake up with a headache. you don't exactly remember the room that you're in, but it's filled with things like my chemical romance posters, warhammer figures and a vhs player, and you thought you must have gone home to someone cool. didn't you go to a tboy party last night? that's cool - you probably went home with someone. you heard a toilet flush in a room next to you. he comes out in nothing but his stripped boxers on, hand running through his hair when he saw you. "hi, you're awake. good morning."
"good morning. i don't remember coming here last night. but you're hot." you tried to sit up but then fell back to the bed. this is when you realized that your wrists are handcuffed then chained to the side of the bed. and these aren't just accessory chains and locks either. you can probably lock your bike up in town with these and be completely fine. "o...kay. was this kink stuff?"
"well, no. more like an intervention." he leaned on the door frame, continued. "you showed me your tumblr last night drunk, said i should do that to you. said i should force fag you. said you're between jobs and has nowhere to be. might as well transition in the meantime."
you contemplated the situation. this is actually kinda hot. kind of scary too. he doesn't look that harmful. you decided to play into it. "perhaps." you teased. "but you're gonna let me go if i use safe word right? you cool with red yellow green?-"
they approached closer and pulled out a pocket knife, swiftly and even did a twirl on their ring finger. he pointed it at your jaw and said, "i'm done with you when i'm done with you. i'm done with you coming to the party month, after month, yapping about how you're scared to go (back) on testosterone because your hairline is receding. i don't care your hairline is receding." you were in a bit of a shock and didn't know how to reply or react. "in fact," he said as he looks at your trousers, and with both hands he pulled it down to your thighs. he pointed the pocket knife back at your throat, and with his spare hand grabbed a bottle of testogel, popped the cap off, pumped twice on your ass. the gel was so cold on your skin and you got a bit turned on by the whole situation. he massages the tgel on you with the end of the cap. "i'm going to keep you here until you're three months back on t. you're gonna be here for a while." you rolled your eyes and gets a bit demand avoidance at the situation. yeah as if. but your hips betrayed you and it humped the air involuntarily. "suck my finger, faggot." he put his fingers on your lips and into your mouth. feeling demand avoidant, you just glared at him a bit and he thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth increasingly forcefully, until you choked on it and coughed. he tasted of the soap that he just used to wash his hands with. he pulls it out and slaps you on your face a few times. "say thank you, y/n."
your face is now slightly damp, your voice quiet. "thank you." you looked away.
"i'm going out now, but i believe this should keep you entertained for a bit." he went through his pile of VHS tapes, popped one into the player at the end of the bed. the chunky TV buzzed, flashed, and imageries started showing. right, you thought, that's some old 90s gay porn. "you pretentious fuck."
"pretentious pervert, yeah." he picked up a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of socks and started getting ready.
testosterone probably doesn't work that fast, but you are now getting a rush in your body, the shirt on your body suddenly feels too warm, you watch the interview of the two men sofa finishing their interview, and in the next scene they've started kissing on a couch now. you wish you can pull up your t-shirt, you want the shirt gone.
"don't miss me too much. love you." he kisses you on the fingers, and then closed his bedroom door. you're finally alone in his room now, and you try to contemplate what your next move should be. how you should interpret this situation. you are currently lying on a stranger's bed, wrists and ankles cuffed and chained to a metal bed, with your pants tore halfway down to your knees. should i call the cops, or at least a friend? where even is my phone? you can't even pull your pants back up. the men on the television screen are starting to get naked. one of then started taking the cock out of a bald man's underwear, and started sucking it. bald man tilted his head back slightly and let out a masculine moan. he grab the kneeling man's hair as he's running his mouth up and down his shaft, bobbing his head to the rhythm to bald man's grunts and moans.
you can watch the porn. that's one thing to do. you haven't watched VHS in forever. sometimes there is a glitch or somethings were blurred. it's fascinating and bizarre to watch in 2026. it's also bizarre to be watching porn being chained up by a stranger with your trousers down.
your body start to feel like it's on fire. but you can't touch yourself. so you just lay there, to the men's moans and slaps as they continued and even started fucking each other. and that's all you can think about for now. blushing and desperate and hungry.
might write more chapters if this does well :)
