I often imagine scenarios and scenes worthy of a dramatic film adaptation which in turn makes my fantasy overwhelm my real-world experiences, there is no reason why the no expense spared, big budget extravaganza could not be cleverly choreographed and staged – to become one of the best moments in my life ever. But why would it ever become reality? It saddens me knowing the fantasies and dreamt up role plays that i have night after night, that are more erotic than anything I’ve ever known, will simply wither and over time finally disappear – never having a hope of being made ‘real.’

Though all are fairly sensational there and though elements of each elaborate set up tend to incorporate themselves newly thought out sequences, the most recent is perhaps the one that has had me most aroused, on the other hand the reason for my enhanced arousal could simply be the most recent set up is the one at the forefront of my mind – and at the top of my list for attempting first!

I am hooded and travelling in the back of a van, or perhaps the boot of a large car – i’m still hazy from the the booze, so much booze and my wherabouts are unclear. We are definately moving, my head knows we are from the constant bashing against the vehicle as we drive catiously but quickly. Very quickly. Suddenly we stop, car doors open and then close, suddenly light, heavenly light but i would soon realise i was far from such a place and the light was simply day as i was taken from the back of the vehicle, still fried from alcohol an obvious method used to weaken my resistance i stumble between two men as the pull towards a large, reasonably maintained house by my arms. Up the steps, through the doors, i was lead to a large open room, there was a natural fire burning away in the corner, lots of windows and a desk with a chair positioed behind it.

I was dropped and forced to the floor, i would try to get up, but it soon became clear that i did not simply fall but i was supposed to be on the floor. The dirty boot pressed deep in to my bak, painfully so hammered this message home. A couple of minutes like this passed then, almost as if it was a well thought out plot to make me sweat, two men entered the room, one a large man – not fat but muscular, some kind of bodygaurd and a noticably thinner yet confident man, the thinner man took something from the man who’s foot forced me in to submission. My passport, he flicked through it, verified my identity before placing it in his jacket pocket. The man’s boot released my back as his hands grabbed my hair, he pulled me to my news and held my face up towards the second of the two men. He leant in, using his hands, he moved my face from side to side, he opened my eyes, he opened my mouth and forced his fingers in, i gagged he was so forceful. He turned to the main holding me, he told him that i would do and handed him a wad of cash, ’sobre him up and then you can go,’ he muttered.

The next morning, i woke not knowing quite where i was – not sure what parts i remembered were fiction and which was reality, i rose from my bed on the round – made up of a dirty mattress and a couple of rags – still in my clothes from yesterday. I approched the door in to this cell, it was locked, suddenly it hit me – it was all real and i was at the hands of a man who was as fearful as he was rich and powerful. As i stood behind the door, wondering what to do – glancing around, quickly scanning for windows or other escape points to no avail i heard a key move behind me then a handle, i stumbled back, trying to to get back to my bed – perhaps if i was still asleep i’d be left alone. The door swung open, i was still standing as the man entered followed by another – stronger man, ‘good your awake, we can begin’ he suggested. ‘Take your lothes off,’ i refused and backed in to a wall, a simple gesture was all it took to have his rockwiler grab me and forcably hold me, the man who had bought me slowly approached me and lashed his hand across my face – my face stung as much as it glowed. He began tearing my clothes off me, finally all i was left with was my boxers – those came off quicker than any other item, the strong man holding my threw me down andd held me to the ground. My owner walked behind us, i could hear his pants being unfastened. He dropped casually to his knees as he spread my ass cheeks, he spat in to my ass hole and without warning he forced his cock in to my untouched hole – the entry ripped open to accomodate his weapon and he only ever speeded up – never allowing time for the pain to cease.

Then i snap out of my day dream, i could continue and imagine how my dream could have continued but it’s rather pointless.