The fate of Kemuel

In this narrative created with AI, using your real name and physical description, you're not heterosexual, but you desire to experience something like this as closely as possible, and it will have several parts. You hope it will be enjoyable, and any ideas are welcome, so feel free to share them in the comments or privately.

David is the owner of the house. You, Kemuel, have been renting a room from him for four months. A 20-year-old bastard, 1.93m tall, with a marked athletic build, dark-skinned with a thick, perfectly trimmed beard, short black hair combed back, tattooed arms, and a hairy torso. He has a 22-centimeter thick cock, as wide as a can. He works as the director of a private men's prison, which he inherited from his father. A spoiled kid with too much power.

You're heterosexual. You've always been. Only women, you've never considered anything else. And David knows this perfectly well.

That's why what's happening is a complete nightmare.

Everything started three weeks ago. You came back from work, and David was in your room, rummaging through your things.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?"

David turned around with a smile that chilled your blood. In his hand, he had your laptop.

"Kemuel, Kemuel... You have very interesting content here. Browser history, private conversations, some compromising photos you sent to that married coworker..."

Your heart sank to the floor.

"Give that back to me."

"I don't think so. You see, I've made copies. And if you don't do exactly what I say, your boss, your family, and that married woman will receive a very juicy email."

"You're a sick bastard."

"And you're a pathetic fat guy who's going to become my personal bitch. Now take off your pants."

"Fuck you, bastard. I'm not a faggot."

David approached you. His physical presence intimidated you. He was 7 centimeters taller and had a muscular build.

"You didn't understand. I'm not asking you. This is MY house. Take off your pants or I'll ruin your life."

You clenched your fists. You're big, 130 kilograms, but David trained at the prison gym every day. He could break you in two if he wanted to.

"Go to hell."

David took out his phone and started typing.

"Okay. Email to your boss in three, two..."

"Stop!"

Your hands were trembling with rage as you took off your pants. Your heart was pounding like a hammer. This couldn't be happening.

"Underwear too."

"David, please..."

"I said everything, Kemuel."

You took off your underwear. Your 14-centimeter cock, thick but short, hung between your legs. You'd never felt so vulnerable, so humiliated. You're heterosexual. This goes against everything you are.

David looked at you with contempt from head to toe.

"What a piece of shit body. But it doesn't matter. I have inmates in my ...