12 comments/ 111829 views/ 45 favorites Overpowered By: oxfofo I had just turned 18 a few weeks ago, and was enjoying some newly found freedom. I was a virgin and wasn't looking for any kind of homo action, but I was a little bi-curious. I was by no means camp and have never had my sexuality questioned by anyone, but when it came to the idea of sex with another guy I liked the idea of being the feminine partner to a muscular, dominant and slightly older guy; it was just a fantasy though, and I never expected it to come true. I turned up to my friend Kyle's 20th birthday party at his flat not expecting much - a few drinks, a few joints, and some good trance music. As far as I knew, most of my friends were fairly tame sexually; I didn't expect to lose my virginity. At most I thought I might "get lucky" and score a makeout and feel-up with some girl. The night went on pretty much as I had expected. A crowd of about 30 people were dancing, drinking and chatting away on the makeshift dancefloor which had been made of the emptied-out living room. Smoke from cigarettes and joints filled the room and made for a cool atmosphere with the lasers shooting around the room from a small laser box in the corner. There were a few people making out - all straight couples, with the exception of Grace and Ava who were getting it on on the couch. Towards the end of the night the music was turned down and the laserbox turned off to give some peace to the tired-out crowd who were trying to quietly pass out around the living room floor. Everyone had brought at least a pillow or something to rest their heads on, and it was kind of cute how everyone just slept wherever they could on the carpet. I never really liked going to sleep much, I tended to stay up until the sun rose but the only other person awake was Lee's 25-year old flatmate Brandon. I hadn't really spoken to Brandon much; he seemed brooding, the type of guy who probably thought he was "too cool" to chat to anyone more than a year younger than him. He was about 5'11 and was very built - an English football jersey clung tightly to his broad shoulders, and his hair was short but fashionably spiked with hair gel. He was ruggedly good looking, and by no means camp. I usually wouldn't have the guts to talk to someone so much older than me, but I had half my bag left and had no intentions of going to sleep, so I asked him if he wanted to smoke a few joints. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Sure, why not" he answered, and so I sat down on the ground next to his armchair and started to roll up. We got to talking and had little but enough in common; we managed to keep conversation going long enough to smoke the rest of my weed. We were both pretty drunk - I'd had more to drink than usual and I wasn't completely in my wits. I got up from sitting on the carpet to go and use the bathroom, and clumsily fell back down on my ass before I'd even managed to stand up. Brandon laughed, and suddenly he leaned forward and picked me up off the carpet; I was a featherweight but the ease he lifted me off the ground and onto his lap was surprising. "Wait, what are you doing..?" I asked him, pretty confused. We hadn't been flirting or anything up to this point, and I didn't know why I was now sitting on his lap. He put his arms around my waist and rested his strong hands on my tummy - his arms were very muscular and looked tensed. "Haha, I don't get what you're doing..?" I told him nervously. He just laughed in response. "I'm bored, I've decided I'm going to have a bit of fun with you. You're cute and you're going to keep me company tonight." he said, in an almost joking tone. "What..? No, aha, I'm sorry. I'm not gay." I replied, my voice shaking - I could feel his dick harden against my ass. I was wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans and he was grinding up against my bum. "It's alright, I'll teach you." He said, again as if it was a joke. He stood up suddenly, lifting me with him, and before I knew it he was holding me over his shoulder - as if I was a sack of potatoes, or something! "Hey, what are you doing!? I told you, I don't want to do anything with you, I'm not into that." I protested, and tried to struggle; his arm held me tightly, and he carried me out of the room and up the stairs in the hallway. My heart started to beat rapidly - I didn't know what was going on and couldn't exactly fight back; he'd already proved he was able to overpower me. He took me into his room and immediately threw me on his bed - his strength was starting to turn me on, and so when he began making out with me I didn't try to stop him. He slid my pants and tshirt off me easily, all while pinning me down, making sure his physical dominance was asserted over my body. He wanted me to know that I couldn't stop him from what he was doing, even if I wanted to. He pulled down my boxers and began to squeeze my ass cheeks with his large hands. He slid down his jeans and sat upright in the bed, and sat me down on his lap, all the while making out with me and touching my ass cheeks. He stroked my dick - which was rock hard - and laughed at the fact that it'd been completely shaved. I tried to wriggle from his grasp as he poked a finger between my ass cheeks - that was going too far! He was massaging my clean-shaven asshole with his finger, gently probing it with his finger while he made out with me and held me down on his lap. He told me to go down on him; I didn't even want to be here and he expected me to give him head!? "Uh.. aren't you.. supposed to put on a condom?" I said, trying to buy my time. He leaned over to the bedside locker and took one out, unwrapped it and stretched it over his thick 9" dick. "There we go." He said with a smile, before he turned me around and dunked my head between his legs. I'd never given head before but I did my best - it was too big to take it all in so I sucked on the top of it, his hands pushing my head down and making sure I didn't go anywhere. Now that he had a condom on, he wasn't going to stop. He picked me up and flipped me onto my stomach, and began stroking his dick up and down between my bum cheeks. There was nothing I could do to stop him, he was pinning my hands down. He told me to kneel down on my hands and knees. I knew what was coming and I was nervous. "What..!? You can't be serious.." He silenced me with a hard spank to the ass, and I knew he was in charge.. I was in no position to give orders, that was for sure. Reluctantly I got on all fours for him. He was just so much stronger than me, I had no choice but to submit to his strength. He began to rub my bumhole again, but this time he was lubing me up, preparing me for his invasion. I was powerless to struggle against him, but I was still so nervous and didn't want my first time to be with a guy. "I've never done this before.. please.." I pleaded with him, but this only re-affirmed his power over me and he laughed. I felt the head of his penis against my bum, and bowed my head in shame as I felt him push hard but slowly, savoring my penetration. His cock slided into me painfully and I let out a moan of pain. He laughed at that, and began to fuck my bum slowly. I felt completely degraded and powerless; I was being pinned down and bummed by a guy I barely knew, let alone wanted to have sex with! He had taken my virginity now though, and there was no more I could do. He owned me for the rest of the night. He shoved his dick all the way into me, and I moaned in pain. He pushed it all into me, invading my bum, degrading me and showing his total dominance over me. Sometimes he would stop moving as soon as it was all inside me, staying still for a couple of moments when he was as deep as he could go, savoring his dominance. He owned me that night, and we both knew it. At last he began to painfully pump in and out of my bum very quickly and I knew he was about to cum - he was wearing a condom but I still did not want him to cum inside me.. it was extremely humiliating as he grunted and I felt a warmth inside my ass. He pulled out of me, which was very painful. He got up, and left to go to the en-suite bathroom next to his room. I laid there, humiliated. When he came back he locked the bedroom door, and shackled my hands and feet together. I struggled all I could, but once again he overpowered me. "Please.. no! You've already .. you've done everything you wanted, please let me go!" I begged him, squirming in my restraints. He laughed, popped a gag in my mouth and tightened it around my head. He then tied a collar around my neck and leashed it to his bedpost. "I'm going to have some more fun with you in the morning; before you leave here, you're going to have no doubt in your mind that your little ass belongs to me completely." He said, in that same joking tone. I whimpered and squirmed, but to no avail. He turned round in the bed and passed out, leaving me there naked and bound; even more powerless than ever before. Overpowered at the Office Sandra was an attractive twenty-six year old. Although she was quite short, her body was beautifully proportioned. In sunlight her ash brown, slightly curled locks strangely alternated in colour between rich gold and vibrant chestnut. Her breasts were high and firm, not big enough to be affected by gravity, but the perfect size to occupy a mans hand. Her legs were long and slender, which gave her the appearance of being much taller than her 155cm height. Her general expressions were good-natured and quite engaging, especially admirable were the way her hazel eyes lit up when she spoke about anything she was passionate about. It was always with reluctance that men parted from her company, whether they needed to attend pressing work tasks, or if she felt their interest in her was becoming inappropriate. If she fit into a category it would be the 'sweet girl next door', not the experienced and seductive woman. For this reason, Simon, her team leader, found her irresistible. Simon, by comparison, was well over 6 feet tall, and towered over Sandra whenever they happened to meet. Simon had very short hair, almost a buzz-cut, and dark, intense brown eyes. He wasn't tall and lanky, but as well proportioned to his height as Sandra was to hers. Broad shoulders and a wide, solid chest did justice to his height, and his legs, though you couldn't tell when he was in business attire, were very athletic. Thirty one years old, he was the epitome of a man. Unlike Sandra, Simon was not very personable. He was the strong and silent type, and did not often engage in lengthy social conversation. This isn't to say he was unfriendly, but he always conducted himself respectfully, and didn't enjoy discussions which were not work-related. Although Sandra found Simon physically attractive, because of his serious disposition he was never very remarkable in her eyes. Besides always sticking to the rule 'don't shit where you eat', Sandra, unlike the other women in the office, wouldn't have been interested in pursuing a relationship with Simon even if they were not colleagues. Of course, given Simon's tendency to dry humour and professionalism, she would have been hugely surprised if she knew just how much Simon wanted her, and that whenever she was near he watched her carefully. To give Simon credit, he had fought his feelings ever since he met Sandra, six months ago. Being alone with her was agony, but not once did he ever betray his urges in her company. Simon really did believe in the importance of a career untarnished by office affairs. But as the time passed, it became more necessary to spend time with Sandra, since she was transferred to his team a month ago, and he had reached breaking point. Unfortunately, although Simon could be charming when he chose, he was inexperienced with female relationships. Not to say he hadn't slept with plenty of women, Simon was a highly sexed man, and very familiar with the female body. But he had never desired to date any of his one night stands, never desired exclusivity. That is, until he met Sandra. The dilemma he was presented with was that he was overcome with desire for a woman he worked with, and not only did this woman appear completely unaffected by him, the thought of her dating anyone else drove him crazy. Which was very unlike him. He did not know how to date women, he only knew how to bed them. Sexually, Simon was very dominating, always in control. On rare occasions, to heighten his enjoyment he involved one of this friends, Steven. Even though some women were reluctant at first, Simon knew how to manipulate to get his way, and although he had never physically hurt a woman, he was not necessarily proud of the methods he had felt necessary to convince a woman to submit. Yet, no complaints had ever been lodged against him, and if a woman ever felt he had crossed a line, she had never mentioned it in parting, or after. In fact, most had attempted to date him afterwards. So although he was sure he could give Sandra immense pleasure, he had no idea how to bring about the circumstances to show her. After delaying his passions for months on end (during which time, he had completely lost interest in casual sex) he resolved to give in to his desires. As soon as he decided to cross this line, he realised that if his attempts to seduce her were to be met with rejection, he wouldn't be able to tolerate it. More likely he would have to teach her a lesson in submission. He wasn't willing to waste time getting her to notice him romantically. He didn't have the patience to woo her, particularly with the prospect that she might reject him, his libido couldn't allow it. It would be less complicated if he just did things his own way, taking her by surprise. ***************** Two weeks since making his decision, Simon was granted an opportunity to act on it. Both he and Sandra were working late, which was nothing new given the reports they worked with often arrived in the evening. However it was the first time in a month, because the other company they were liaising with, the only one to send their data in the evenings, had temporarily closed down for several weeks. It wasn't until 8pm that Simon and Sandra had completed their work. When they had to work late they usually ordered takeout, and that night they talked business and exchanged a few ordinary comments about their weekend plans over a pizza. Sandra was completely at ease with him, with no inkling that their relationship was about to drastically change. Simon smiled ruefully at the thought that things would never be the same between them, but he was very excited by this idea. They had always worked well together, perhaps work could be more enjoyable after all, for him at least. Sandra yawned and stretched before standing up to gather the papers they had rummaged through. "I have to say, I was really enjoying not having to work late for a while," she said, not noticing the fixated way Simon stared at her. "I'm used to it," said Simon, feigning indifference to her movements when he could feel his heart quickening. He watched her shrug into her navy blazer and walk toward the door to the file room. "That's because you're the boss, you don't have a choice," she laughed, and went into the other room to put the documents where they belonged. It was now or never - this was his chance. Simon quickly stood and stealthily crossed the room, entering the small file-room behind her without making a sound. Sandra might have noticed his entry if she hadn't been humming to herself. For a large man, he could move very quietly, and was right up behind her before she realised he was even there. As she placed the last file back into its position, she turned and gasped. When she had turned around, Simon quickly closed the small distance between them and placed his hands on the cabinet on either side of Sandra, with no space for her to move anywhere but toward him. For a moment they stared at each other. He gazed down with terrifying intensity, whilst she gaped up at him in shock and confusion. He could see her pulse racing in fear; his pulse was also racing for a different reason - just being so close to her, he felt his chest might explode. "S-Simon", she stammered, '"what do you think you're doing?" She nervously ran her tongue over her lip, and he felt a searing heat flash through his loins. He was rock hard already, and he hadn't even touched her yet. Looking down into her terrified doe-eyes, he felt so powerful, like a lion who had just pounced on a deer, savouring the moment of capture before devouring. "Simon, you're making a huge mistake, I don't want this," she tried again, shakily. Sandra was going through some intense emotions herself, continuously rotating between fear, outrage, and surprise. Was she hallucinating? How could Simon, the most quiet, responsible guy in the office, act so inappropriately? He had never demonstrated the slightest indication of being interested, and here he was, pouncing on her on work premises. Always keeping other men at bay, it had never occurred to her that Simon could pose a threat. She avoided all situations where she might get into trouble - she was careful not to have too much alcohol when they went out for work drinks, she was careful not to give anyone the wrong idea - she valued her job too much. If she could only convince Simon to back off. But if he refused...she had no idea what she would do. Staring up at his towering height, she knew she had no chance of fighting him physically. He could easily crush her. God, he could crush her by accident. "Please Simon," she pleaded. "You're really scaring me." She tried to edge to the left, and maybe slip under his right arm, but shifted back to centre when she felt his arm tighten as she neared it. His slow smile filled her with dread. He wasn't going to let her go. She could feel his erection against her stomach and it filled her with terror. All her hopes that this wasn't real, that he was just mucking around, however unlikely they may have been, gave flight as soon as she felt his desire. She wasn't a virgin, but it had been a long time since she'd had sex. And it was obvious that Simon had a sizeable package. Would he break her? Worst of all, he hadn't said a word. No explanation, no reassurance. To her, the silence was deafening. Simon enjoyed the moment far more than he had anticipated. He didn't feel any regret whatsoever. In fact, the only thing he lamented is that he never took advantage of their time alone before now. Listening to her pleas simultaneously disappointed and aroused him. He wanted her to want him, but at the same time he couldn't desire an easy woman. If she melted into his arms he'd thoroughly enjoy it, but he'd also be angry that she gave in so easily, because she wouldn't be the girl he thought she was, the element that drew his attention to her in the first place. But now he knew she would be worth it - worth the indiscretion, the risk to his job. Soon enough he would make her want him, and only him. She might resist at first but he knew ways to bring her around, to break the strongest willed women, and the task would be very pleasurable for him. Her job was important to her, she kept her work as respectable as he did (up until this point), and he knew she wouldn't want to jeopardise it all with a scandal. And who would believe her? His smile deepened. The situation was perfect. Of the two of them, she was far more sociable. People would have difficultly believing Simon harboured dark urges or would act with impropriety. Besides, it was too late to back off now. Though he had initial doubts about his actions, he now knew there would be no regrets. Eyes never leaving hers, she started as he brought his right arm down and rested his hand on her left breast, slipping beneath her blazer. He felt her heart skip under his palm. Although she now had an opening to dart to the left, he applied enough pressure to prevent her from moving away. Keeping his eyes locked to hers, he felt her tremble indignantly as his hand slowly and deliberately caressed her, thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened. Then his hand slid over the slope of her breast, down along her small waistline to rest firmly on her hip, again with not enough pressure to hurt her, but enough to hold her in place. "Please," Sandra whispered. By this stage she was genuinely alarmed. "Please don't do this, Simon." "I've waited a long time for this, Sandra," he breathed. "These last couple of weeks have been the longest in my life." She didn't know what else to say, as real panic began to set in Sandra tried to rationalise and keep her thoughts under control, it wouldn't do any good to succumb to blind panic. 'Its ok,' she thought. 'I'm just being groped. It happens, it could be worse. Soon he'll let me go.' She knew better than to believe it, but she held onto that hope. These hopes were thrown out the window when he suddenly seized her chin with his left hand, tilted her face up to his and brought his mouth down on hers in a ruthless kiss. With his mouth on hers she couldn't speak, but moaned in protest as the hand gripping her chin slid up her jawline and increased pressure, forcing her mouth open to deepen the kiss. She was crushed against him, completely helpless, all the while aware of his throbbing erection moving against her. She frantically struggled, and heard a low chuckle in his throat at her futile attempts to push against his chest, which didn't budge a millimetre. Her hands on his body only fuelled his pleasure. With the cabinets at her back and him pushed against her, she was well and truly stuck. Although his movements seemed calm and controlled, the urgent rise and fall of his chest under her hands, the heat his body emitted and the force of his kiss betrayed his excitement. She knew he wasn't using half his strength - he was taking his time, playing with her. They both knew there was no way she could escape him. But still she pushed at his broad chest, clawed at his muscular arms, pulled at the hand around her jaw forcing her mouth open, and only once tried to buck him away with her hips - she quickly realised the mistake of pushing her hips against his groin. His tongue was in her mouth, probing, rubbing against hers as she tried to avoid it. The more she strained to push him away with her hands, the higher her chin tilted up to Simon, allowing him to angle his head for better access to her mouth. He tasted like the chocolate milk he drank after the the pizza, and smelled deliciously male. In frustration her hands clenched into fists. She hated herself for noticing anything complimentary about him at such a moment. She was becoming exhausted, and desperately moaned into his mouth, trying to pull her face away so she could talk some sense into him, but he'd have none of it. Her moans and writhing drove Simon wild, never before had he experienced so much pleasure with his clothes on. Because he was much stronger he could easily manipulate her body as it suited him. As she twisted her torso to throw him off, he took advantage and inserted a knee between her thighs. He savoured her startled gasp into his mouth, as he deliberately rubbed his leg between hers. With their size difference he hardly exerted himself at all, even though she was fighting to her limit. To any observer it would appear as though she was writhing against him in mutual passion, because although he was in complete control, he did not use excessive force, and was careful not to hurt her. It would have been easy to force her to be still under his advances, but with her moving against him, futilely trying to disentangle their bodies while he easily had his way, he experienced an incredible sense of empowerment. A feeling far more empowering than any of his previous sexual escapades, which often had women begging for his mercy. He would remember this moment for the rest of his life, and in that moment he knew he was completely and utterly addicted.