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Copyright© 2026 by PriapusGod
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nerd teen discovers sex.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Reluctant Fiction Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex AI Generated
I pushed open the door to The Velvet Lounge with my heart hammering like a fucking drum in my chest. Eighteen years old, glasses slipping down my nose, hair in a messy ponytail from too many hours buried in textbooks, and still a virgin. Pathetic, right? But tonight I was done being the nerd who only got fucked in her fantasies. Fake ID in my pocket—some guy from campus printed it for fifty bucks—said I was twenty-two. Tight black dress I’d bought online, the kind that hugged my small tits and made my ass look rounder than it deserved. No bra, no panties. I wanted to feel everything.
The place was loud, sticky floors, neon lights pulsing over the bar. I slid onto a stool, trying to look like I belonged. “Vodka soda,” I said, voice cracking a little. The bartender—tall, shaved head, tattoos snaking up his thick arms—took my ID, scanned it, then looked straight at me with this slow, knowing grin.
“Nice try, little girl.” His voice was low, rough. He leaned in close enough I could smell whiskey on his breath. “This is fake as fuck. You know what happens when I call the cops on underage sluts trying to sneak in?”
My stomach dropped. “Please, I—I just—”
He didn’t let me finish. His hand clamped around my wrist, hard enough to bruise. “Back room. Now. Or I drag you out front and let everyone watch me hand you over.”
I stumbled after him, legs shaking, through a door marked STAFF ONLY. The back room was small, concrete walls, a beat-up leather couch, a table with half-empty bottles. Two waiters were already there—both in their twenties, one lean and dark-haired with a smirk, the other built like a linebacker, arms crossed over his chest. The bartender locked the door behind us.
“Found this one with fake ID,” he told them, shoving me forward. “Eighteen, cherry, and stupid enough to come here alone looking for cock.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but the dark-haired waiter stepped up, grabbed my chin. “Strip.”
I hesitated. His fingers dug in. “Now, or we throw you out with your fake shit and let the bouncers know you’re fair game.”
My hands trembled as I peeled the dress over my head. Naked in seconds, nipples already hard from the cold air and fear. They stared, grinning.
“Pretty little nerd tits,” the bartender said, circling me. He poured something into a glass—clear liquid, then added a splash from a small brown bottle he pulled from his pocket. “Drink. It’ll help you relax.”
I didn’t want to, but his hand was on the back of my neck, tilting the glass to my lips. It burned going down, vodka mixed with something sweet and chemical. Heat bloomed in my belly almost instantly, spreading down my thighs, making my clit throb like it had its own heartbeat.
Another glass. Then a third. My head started swimming. Thoughts fractured—this is wrong, I should scream, I’m a virgin, oh god why does my pussy feel so empty—but the words wouldn’t come. Just heat. Wetness dripping down my inner thighs. The aphrodisiac hit like a freight train; my skin felt electric, every brush of air on my nipples making me whimper.
The bartender pushed me onto the couch on my back. “Spread your legs, slut.”
I did, knees falling open without thinking. He dropped to his knees, shoved two thick fingers straight into my virgin cunt. I gasped—sharp stretch, pain and pleasure twisting together. “Fuck, she’s soaked already. Tight little hole’s never had anything but her own fingers.”
The linebacker waiter unzipped, pulled out a heavy cock—thick, veined, already leaking. He slapped it against my face. “Open.”
I opened. He pushed in, stretching my mouth wide, the salty taste flooding my tongue. I gagged but the drugs made me suck harder, tongue swirling, drool running down my chin. The bartender finger-fucked me faster, curling to hit that spot that made my hips buck. The third guy—dark-haired—kneaded my tits, pinching my nipples until I moaned around the cock in my mouth.
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