If you've read my story "It Started At the Bookstore," I told how I wound up abandoning the anonymity of the glory holes at the Adult Book Store near me for an in person visit with Dom, a magnetic guy with a gorgeous body 6'2", sculpted muscles including abs and a beautiful butt that came attached to a magnificent, 10" cut cock. I went with him because he whispered "nothing will happen that you don't want to happen," and consequently I became his cock slave. However he wanted, frankly. I walked bowlegged for a few days. Aspirin handled any aches, but what wasn't handled was my preoccupation with what I had been through. I let a stranger treat me like property. He fucked with me as well as fucked me.