It ends up being the most excruciating five minutes of my life.
He says he’s going to give me five minutes to think it over and decide if I’m going to do what he says or if I’d rather face the consequences. Oh shit! What the fuck is going on here! I start thrashing around telling him to stop touching me! I’m not gay! Stay the fuck off of me! He grabs my face forcefully to show me he means business and re-iterates in painstaking detail how he knows everything, he can ruin my career, destroy my family life, and I might even go to jail. With that he steps in and runs his hands around my waist reaching down to squeeze my ass through my jeans. Oh my fucking god no! I freak and tell him no fucking way! I’m not gay! I’m not bi-sexual! He responds how he doesn’t really give a shit because according to him “I” might not be bi sexual, but he guarantees my body is, and he’s going to prove it. Then he steps back and rubs his package and runs his hand across his chest while telling me how much he loves to get it on with straight guys, whether they want to or not, and I’ve just provided him the perfect opportunity. Then to my horror he reaches out and runs his hand down my cheek. He reminds me he knows everything and I’m going to do everything he says or else. He tells me he just needs to make sure there’s no “unpleasant surprises” when he tells me what we’re doing here. I freak out and demand to know what the fuck is going on here. I can’t move away and am completely helpless in front of him. Oh fuck! What just happened! This is bad. Before I can register what’s happening he’s gotten my cuffed hands over my head attached to a hook on the ceiling.
I figure he wants to see I don’t have anything in them but as soon as I do he slaps a pair of handcuffs on them. First thing he does is tell me to hold both hands out in front of me. He knows everything, I know I’m about to be blackmailed but don’t know yet what he wants.