You see an ad looking for a sexy bartender for a private hockey watch party. Interested in capitalizing on this event, since you were probably too young to witness the last Oilers run 18 years ago, you are intrigued and respond for more info…

You are met with what seems to be a great opportunity. Just a group of guys watching the game and not wanting to make drinks and take focus away from the on ice events. Someone who looks great while bringing them drinks, a nice distraction during the breaks in play. You agree and the plan is set. You have no idea what is about to happen next…..

You arrive to see exactly what you had expected. A nice home and a great group of guys who are excited for the game. A full stocked bar nicely prepared for you to take control of and provide much needed refreshments. Everyone is very respectful and gives you just the right amount of compliments and thanks during pre game. It’s going so well for you, you are comfortable and actually enjoying the atmosphere.

As the drinks are emptied and refilled, the slight glances your way start to get more frequent and the eyes stay with you for longer. You notice a change as if they are studying your body, your movements. You’re enjoying the attention and the sexual energy that comes with it.

These glances slowly turn into a touch on your arm when bringing a drink, a soft ass grab as you walk away. There is one guy that is always a little bit more forward, his touches and grabs are more firm and calculated. He is the one that asked you to come. It’s his house. He watches for your reaction with every physical pass. You notice yourself watching his glass more carefully. Making sure he is being well taken care of, you are seeking his advancements.

Next time his glass is empty you already have a fresh one ready to go and before he can even put the empty glass down you are already standing beside him with a big smile and welcoming body language. This time is much different. He takes the glass from your hand, while maintaining eye contact, and notions with his eyes for you to take a seat on his lap. Without hesitation you immediately take a seat without even realizing what you are doing. It’s a commercial break so you aren’t interrupting the game and that also means his attention is solely on you. His hands are firmly gripped on your hips which sends pulses through your body.

As soon as the game re starts he lifts you up, points your body towards the bar and gives you a firm smack on the ass to let you know your assistance is appreciated but done for now. Now you are hooked, the only thought is what just happened and will it happen again. “I want it too” is all that goes through your mind.

Every stop in play you are conveniently close to him even if his drink is full. Just trying to get more of “that feeling”. He gives you the glances, the firm grabs, the compliments and praise for a job well done but nothing more than that. You’re getting fidgety and confused on why it seems his attention has faded.

First period is done and he gets up to grab some food platters and such from the fridge. As he walks past, his hand grabs on to your ass firmly. He spins you around facing him and says thank you again. You have no words. Mind is blank. Can’t speak. His hand slides around you and down the front of your pants. Inside it goes and in between your legs. Your immediate response is to open your legs to give him better access but also try and push him away with your hands. That doesn’t work at all. All he says is “I will deal with this later” as he gives that pussy a little tap. Grabs the food from the fridge and resumes conversation with the group.

For the next 2 periods and all the breaks and intermission his attention comes and goes on you. He places you in his lap a few times and lots of firm smacks and grabs but you can’t get that commment out of your head. Do you want it “dealt with later”? What does that mean? That’s not what you agreed to. Mixed thoughts and feelings are constant. Then nearing the end of the game he asks if you can stay and help him tidy up the bar a bit. Of course you agree.

Game is done, you are cleaning up the bar as he grabs the glasses and clear the living room of everything left from the game. Next thing you know he is behind you. Grabs you. Lifts you up and starts forcing you back into the living room. Fight instincts kicks in, you were not expecting this. He forces you face first over the soft coffee table in front of the big couch. Your attempts at fighting it are pointless and weak. “I told you I was going to deal with it” is what you hear as he pins you down and starts ripping your pants off. You keep fighting but not screaming. Deep down you are enjoying it but your body’s natural instinct is to resist as much as possible. Pants are off and now he grabs the back of your shirt and tears it in half and pulls it out from under your tits as he still holds you down. You are not wearing a bra so there you lay, pinned down, with nothing but a thong on.

Out comes a long piece of silk fabric from beside the couch. Your fighting attempts are almost exhausted but he grabs your arms and ties them together at your wrists behind your back. Your thong gets pulled to the side and you can feel him slide inside. Now you are done fighting. You tried to escape but now you want it!!

He keeps you there for hours. Making you scream and cum over and over again. Using your tied wrists as leverage for the pounding that you are taking. Your ass is beat red from the smacks he graciously provides. You are exhausted but fully content. To finish it off he forces his cock deep down your throat and instructs you to clean off the mess you made.

He unties you, grabs you a bottle of water and some sweat pants and a T-shirt and says “you know where the door is”. All you see is him walking away and into his room.

Used and broken you lay there drinking the water and all you want is for it to happen again.

Do you leave or go ask for permission to stay?

I am very experienced with CNC. This is meant for 18 only and play is only performed safely with full consent and safeword usage.