Hookup Horror Stories 3

When I lived in Nashville, I once had a fairly scary hookup. I was in a particularly horny mood, so I didn’t talk a whole lot before the planned hookup. But I knew what I wanted, something kinky. I wanted to feel dominated.

This guy invited me over, said he was super into bondage and roleplay. We discussed a safety sign, and then I headed over.

It was fine to start. He was rough and dominant. He tied me to his bed and started fucking my holes. That’s when it got scary.

As he fucked me, he’d lean in close and snarl in my ear:

“How about if I just keep you here instead? You want that?”

I responded no, that I had school and work.

“So? You won’t need that. You could be my permanent house boy instead. Whore you out to all my friends. You like that?”

I shook my head no. I was genuinely terrified.

I never used my safety sign because he never broke any limits. But for at least half the session I was genuinely scared he wouldn’t let me leave. I was terrified of him.

Then when he came, it was an instant 180. He chatted like we were old friends, like he hadn’t just threatened to kidnap me.

I went home and blocked his number.

Comment question of the day: what would you have done in this scenario?