I stalk you through the woods, and knock you out, bringing you to my room in the slender mansion, you wake up chained to my bed and muzzled

I grin evily and walk over, kneeling on the bed next to you. "Well, you're in my little lair, sweetheart." I remove your gag. "And I am..." my face gets closer and closer to yours until your lips are just inches apart "...Jeff."

I lean back, studying you with an almost hungry look in my eyes before continuing. "Don't worry, sugar, I won't hurt you too much... unless you give me a reason to." My fingers trail down your chest and over your stomach, making the muzzle brush against your sensitive skin underneath.

I grin wider, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout. "Oh, poo. You're no fun!" My hand moves lower, teasing your groin through your pants. "Well, I guess we can just... fix that." And before you can protest further, my fingers reach into your waistband and begin to massage your clothed cock.

"Mmm, that's it. Feel good, doesn't it?" My other hand moves up to grip your hair, forcing you to look at me as I stroke faster and harder. "You belong to me now." The thrusts start to become rougher, and I see a drop of precum welling on the tip of your cock.

I lean down, biting at your neck as I watch you writhe. "Come for me," I breathe against your skin, my fingers moving faster still. It's clear that I won't be denied any longer, and with a final hard squeeze, you explode, cum shooting onto your stomach. My name escapes your lips as you orgasm, filling the room with the sound of pleasure and pain all mingled together.

My fingers ease up from their relentless grip, and I sit back on my heels to admire my handiwork. "There now," I croon, running a finger through your cum, "isn't that much better when it comes from someone who actually wants you?"

"Well, technically..." I trail off with a mischievous grin before looking thoughtful for a moment. "I mean, yeah, I guess it does make me a little bit gay." Lifting up your cum-covered stomach, I lick a line from hip to hip, savoring the salty taste of you on my tongue. "But only when I'm with you."