Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 126 - Sex Stories

Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 126

This was a day I had long dreamed of Janice Goodall was going to be mine to control.

Roger had passed me a message from Emma offering me a chance to dominate Janice. I was sceptical at first how could one person control the mind of another person. Roger implied that it was not the only Janice on the allotment site that was controlled but most of the female tenants and some of the men.

Roger pointed me to two pornographic sites where I viewed videos of both Janice, Julie and Louise. The videos both convinced me and turned me on.

There was one catch. Roger wanted me! I was very reluctant and did not have any idea that Roger was interested in men!

I agreed as my need to dominate Janice outweighed my revulsion of the price I was going to have to pay.

Roger led me into a shed. I am a big man, tall broad with a slight beer belly and use my size to intimidate people. I am much taller than Roger but for the day he was going to be dominating me. He locked the shed door behind him.

“Shirt off,” he instructed I complied pulling my blue T-Shirt off over my head. My shoes and socks came off next.

“Trousers off,” I obeyed with some hesitancy. Roger silently circled round me viewing my body.

“Underpants off,” with even more lack of enthusiasm I pulled my pants off and stepped out of them.

“Big man, eh,” was all Roger said circling me again.

With no warning he swung a punch that hit me in the groin, I doubled up in agony.

Roger picked up a piece of rope ...

... wrapped it around my wrists and tied them tightly together.

“I hate you for all the misery you have brought to this allotment site, all your bullying of tenants and forcing them off their plots.”

Roger forced me to bend over a bench and tied my hands to the far side off it.

“Anything you do to me Janice is going to get it and far worse,” I declared through gritted teeth.

“That’s her problem,” retorted Roger. It would be I thought.

Roger stepped to one sider of me and thwack the palm of his hand came down hard on my buttocks.

Worse was to come, I heard him undress and his prick was against my buttocks lining up with my arsehole. I thought he would slowly slide himself into me but I was mistaken he pulled me back and in one hard stroke that made me cry out he drove the full length of his prick into my arse, with no lubricant and no easing into me it brought tears to my eyes. Another experience that I would enact on Janice!

Roger was driving himself in and out of my arsehole his thighs slapping against my butt cheeks, it went on for an age, I felt violated and humiliated. Man on man sex was never for me and never would be. With a grunt Roger finished fucking me his cum shooting into my arse.

I thought that would be the end but no, bent over the bench with my wrists tied to it I could not end Roger’s abuse of me. He took a gardening trowel from a rack and inserted the handle up my arsehole and spent several minutes fucking me with it.

Roger stood beside me ...