I’m at home winding down after a long day wearing only my pajamas and a t-shirt when two guys break into my house to rob it. Before I even know they are there, one guy promptly grabs me showing a six inch hunting knife telling me not to move if I know what’s good for me. He takes out handcuffs and cuffs my hands behind my back. They are surprised I’m there because they’ve been casing the house and saw us packing for vacation and saw us drive off. I tell them that only my wife and daughter left, I wasn’t going on the vacation. Now they know they have the run of the house and no one will be coming home to disturb them. They tell me that as long as I do what they say I won’t get hurt and my wife and kid will see me again. They make me walk around the house showing them where all the valuables are. Once we come across the liquor cabinet they help themselves and start drinking, obviously in no hurry since they know no-one will be coming home. They keep drinking while talking to each other and to me like nothing is out of the ordinary. After a little while I can tell they are starting to feel the alcohol. I see them exchange a look like they’ve just communicated something without talking. They make me start taking shots as they continue to drink away. All the while, they are peppering me with questions about my life. How long have I been married? Am I bored with my life? How’s my sex life? Then the bomb, have I ever had gay sex? My answer is “no, of course not that’s disgusting”. At that they grab a bottle of liquor and lead me towards the bedroom. One guy walks ahead with the liquor, the other is behind me with his hand holding my cuffed wrists, his other arm around my neck holding the knife where I can see it. He’s reminding me that as long as I do what they say I won’t get hurt. Once in the bedroom they make me take another shot, which at this point I’m pretty buzzed.

The one guy still behind me with the knife right in front of my face tells his buddy to look up. There right above us is an unused plant holder hook hanging from the ceiling. Perfect says his buddy as he digs into his burglar bag and pulls out a small piece of nylon rope. Before I know what’s happened they’ve repositioned me so I am cuffed with my hands over my head attached to the ceiling hook by the nylon rope.

As I stand there one guy holds the knife to my face and tells me their plans. Basically they have this hobby that although don’t get to engage in often, absolutely love it. And that is proving by force to a straight guy like me that while I may not be bi-sexual my body most certainly is and they are going to have fun showing me.

As he’s talking the guy behind me leans in and grabs me tight. As it registers what they plan to do I freak out thrashing and saying No, No, No, over and over. The guy in front of me takes the knife from his buddy, grabs my cheeks hard in one hand and holds the knife inches from my face. I freeze instantly with fear.

He then convinces me that it’s not worth my wife and kid coming home to find me in a bloody pulp so with that I stop struggling. I’m not going to lash out and fight, but it’s not in me to give way to total cooperation. The guy in front moves in to kiss me. Repulsed I instinctively move back but the guy behind me is pressed up against me as he holds me in place. With my hands cuffed over my head there’s not much I can do but turn my head away as he kisses my cheek working down to my neck. I can feel the guy behind me pressing in behind me holding me in place. The guy in front takes my cheeks in his hands and tries to turn my face toward him. I won’t. Some threatening gestures from the knife convince me to let him. With one hand he squeezes my cheeks forcing my lips to pucker and moves in for kissing, but I hold my lips tight while he puts his lip over my closed mouth and licks on my lips.