It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was with my friend and occasional lover, Don, at his place relaxing. We enjoyed bondage and often got together, sometimes with just ourselves, sometimes with others. Don hosted regular ‘gatherings’ where groups would ‘cum’ over and enjoy. It was always a hot time and these gatherings would often last into the following mornings. Word was getting out and the groups sessions were rather intense. Fun had by all and the events were welcome to all. This afternoon was quiet, after having been up late into the early morning hours during a ‘gathering’, where number of like-minded people grouped together. Today, though, it was just Don and I relaxing and I was bored.
Earlier, I dropped a Viagra; figure get things going.
As usual, I was walking about his apartment, wearing only a sweatshirt, socks and a pair of running shoes. I often walked about nude from the waist down; I really enjoy doing this when I’m alone with Don or with a crowd of other like minded people; it was fun to be readily available. Now I was also wearing a leather belt where Don would use to bind my hands onto – behind my back, leaving me unable to stop him from grabbing my cock and balls and taking me. Right now I was horny and trying to ‘inspire’ Don to do something, and I could tell by his look that the time was coming soon when he would do just that as he moved about wearing his jock strap, his cock also becoming more prominent.
I went into the kitchen toward the far back of his apartment (he lived on the third floor of a small complex toward the rear in a narrow apartment, with the bedrooms – there were two – and the kitchen was toward the rear). It was an old building, with thick walls and tall windows. As you entered his apartment, you’d go through the living room, a small office area, the dining room and then the kitchen and the two bedrooms. Unusual design, but for the rent it was rather nice with some notable features (for example, to get into the kitchen, you had pass though heavy double doors from an earlier time). Privacy was good here as the walls were thick and the windows are readily shaded when they need to be.
It was while I was in the kitchen looking into the refrigerator getting a soda I heard a knock on the main door, a brief exchange with no words that I could make out – and then some scuffling. Looking up from the refrigerator, I casually headed toward the front, but then realized I had to go back to the bedroom to get some pants as I didn’t want to walk out nude, wearing only my sweatshirt and socks: given my cock was already half way up growing in anticipation of fucking with Don, I wanted to avoid an awkward social situation – at least until I knew who they were.
Just as I was moving away and about to get my pants, the double doors suddenly swung open when two rather large men wearing ski masks burst through and literally stormed me: one came quickly face to face with me while other one started to go behind me as if going into the bedroom. I started to turn toward the one behind me but just then I felt a large, strong hand cupping my balls and then grabbing them, moving in closely to me, saying with a low, strong voice: “Open your legs wide and don’t move or say anything!” I turned toward him as he rather insistently pulled me toward him with my balls in his hands.
Just then my wrists were roughly grabbed and pulled behind my back when I felt rope being wrapped around my wrists tied tightly.
What -?!
The one facing me squeezed my balls; I didn’t move or say anything: he literally had me by my balls.
They looking to take our stuff!?
In less than a minute my wrists were firmly tied and as I tried moving them I started to say “What the fuck -“ when just then, pulling me backwards a small handkerchief followed by ball gag was stuffed into my mouth and firmly locked in place. I was truly gagged; I involuntarily started to call out, but it only came out as “mmm! mph! mph!” barely heard beyond if you were standing right next to me.
“That’ll keep you quiet,” said the one holding my balls.
For a few moments my hands were tied behind my back as my legs were forced wide open when I my gagged was pulled backwards for a few seconds. I found myself leaning backwards and held in place by the other holding my balls.
“Hold still; you’re not going anywhere!” – followed by a rather insistent squeeze of my balls.
I immediately stopped.
“Now stand still; you’re in no position to argue. Open your legs wider!”
I obeyed and opened my legs wider as he moved his hand more firmly onto my balls and cock. I watched silently as the one behind me finished binding my hands and then started to tie up my arms – slowly and deliberately, wrapping rope around my upper arms and body, deliberately and slowly wrapping the rope in line one on top of another, tugging firmly each time to make sure they were tied tightly pulling me back every time he did so, while the other held on to my balls.
“MMMPH! MMMPH!” MPPPH!” I tried twisting my hands, but the rope around my wrists were too firm: they tied just right – there was no slack. Meanwhile, the arm biding continued, albeit somewhat slowly.
“Hey: nobody’s gonna hear you and you’re not going anywhere. Keep those legs apart!”
Naturally, I complied. Still, I struggled – testing and shifting about testing my bindings – but I was readily kept in place. Aside from an occasional grunt and (useless) murmur for help, I stood: held in place by one standing behind me, binding me slowly, yet firmly and pulling on my ropes binding with every wrapping, while the other watched me closely, waiting to see if I made any kind of moves. I initially thought this was a home invasion burglary, but now I wasn’t too sure. My hands were tightly bound as the other one in front leaned back, seemingly satisfied with my predicament watching my arms being slowly bound as I stood there in front of the two of them. I sensed that they seem to enjoy my struggling, as their eyes looked me up and down. The fact that I could hardly be heard through my ball gag only underscored the simple fact I was overwhelmed – and taken prisoner.
That and I stood there nude with a strangers hands on my cock and balls, my hands bound, my mouth firmly gagged while my arms were being tied up.
“Don’t get cute,” said the one who was binding my arms: “he’s got your your balls.”
I stopped moving about; I only moved when the one binding me moved me around.
Damn; my hands were tightly bound and my arms would very soon have no give! And the gag was VERY good. Normally, you’d get a hankerchief stuffed in your mouth by another handkerchief, but this was VERY good: hankerchief stuffed in my mouth and sealed with a small ball gag. Nothing too big, just the right size to stuff my mouth. Although it was big for my mouth, it wasn’t too big: it fit in just right. This, along with the handkerchief truly made for my mouth to be truly and effectively gagged. I haven’t been gagged like this before. No chance of getting my gag loose, what with the leather strap attached to the rubber rubber ball now firmly lucked in my mouth. Even as I tried, rolling and moving my head all about there was just no give at all. And as hard as I tried, I couldn’t call out loud enough.
“Good gag, huh?”
“MMMMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMPH!” (I tried calling out as best as I could. I hardly made a sound).
“Yep; you’re not getting that gag off until we take it off,” he smiled as he watched me.
More rope wrapped around my arms. The rope started just below my nipples and was nearly down to my elbows. This – coupled with my hands tightly bound behind my back to the leather belt which I wore around may waist – I wasn’t about to get loose anytime soon.
Now I was getting turned on.
It was hot: I enjoy bondage and this time, it was done very, very well. Being I was bound, gagged and nude from the waist down – totally exposed and legs wide open – only added more spice to the moment. My cock getting hard for all to see while my balls were totally there for the taking – which they already were! Despite – or because – of my situation, I was starting to get excited; that and the Viagra was starting to kick in. Bound and gagged, I stood between two larger guys wearing ski masks, slowly being bound up ever tighter, wearing only a pair of white knee high athletic socks and running shoes, and a sweatshirt, helpless and standing totally nude between my waist down to my socks, my balls in his hands, my mouth totally gagged with my wrists firmly bound along with my arms.
My cock was past the 10 o’clock position; at this rate, it’ll soon be high noon.
Ambushed and taken prisoner by total strangers.
“MMMMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!”
They only chuckled.
Then, every so often, the one binding me would pull me back toward him, and then grind against me; his hard-on was also clearly there. He was also getting turned on.
“MMMMMMMPH!”
“Yes,” he murmured: “you feel it?”
It clearly was his cock.
The excitement was getting to me. It was the combination of the Viagra and my being bound and gagged – while nude from the waist down – that my cock was getting bigger.
I often enjoyed showing off my cock – and this was making me really hard.
Meanwhile, the one in front of me slowly let go of my balls, laid back on a chair. He then slowly reached down into his pants, opened and unzipped them, playing with himself as he watched me, letting me see his hard cock.
It was getting big.
It was clearly mutual.
Looked like they weren’t just about to take our stuff; more like fuck and steal. Keep us nice and tied, gagged, fuck us and take what they want. It was perfect: if we were to report it, the cops would likely know about our activity and not take our complaint seriously. Bound and gagged for a sex party and we got our things stolen.
“MMMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMPH!”
“Hey, now: take it easy!”
As I stood helplessly between my captors, I then wondered about Don: it was silent in the apartment and the only sounds were our breathing and the grunting I made every time the rope was wrapped around my upper arms, pulled and firmly put in place. I then realized the reason why I was now being slowly bound – deliberately and slowly – was to prove their point: domination and control. I was in no position to argue and they were in total control. I could only stand before them: wearing only athletic socks, running shoes and a sweatshirt, nude from the waist down, my cock getting hard with my balls wide open for the taking. I had on my belt (in anticipation of Don and I getting together) but the one who was binding me used it to his advantage as Don would: binding my hands behind my back and tied to the belt insuring that I was not about to get loose. On top of this, having my hands and arms firmly tied while truly gagged was effective: I was hardly in any position to escape, fight or call out for help. I did keep on trying to loosen my gag, and occasionally calling out – but it was hopeless.
I wondered if they were just there to steal: leave us bound up.
The one binding me whispered, “we got you; you’re going nowhere until we decide.”
“MMMPH! MMMPH!”
“Shhh!” – followed by another tug of the rope.
Can’t move my arms or get my hands free,…!
I was in no position to argue. They knew the routine; this was being done slowly and throughly. I was being bound and gagged despite whatever I may want – but with my hard cock betraying me, it was obvious I was liking this.
I’m their prisoner – and it was also turning me on: this was exactly the kind of thing we’d do on our hot evening / early morning hour sessions – hot prisoner role play. Usually with known friends. This time, it was nearly real. I think this entire thing was a set up – just for me.
I was turned on. I opened my legs wider.
I couldn’t help it; my cock rising, feeling my heart beat faster as I moved about as time passed, trying to get the bindings off, my calling out reduced to useless murmurs,… My captor binding me steadily, throughly and completely, continued on, occasionally pulling me back toward him as he would whisper things to me like “keep this up; it doesn’t matter” or “you’re not going anywhere until we’re done”.
Hot talk; totally dominated.
Bound and gagged, taken prisoner was hot, especially with friends. But taken prisoner by guys who were total strangers wearing ski masks and suddenly breaking into our apartment, appearing out of nowhere and taking me prisoner is different with me exposed and nude while they stood and watched me fully clothed and masked – and them with their hard cocks, one of whom was playing with his.
I was getting turned on; I was hard – and the longer this bondage took, the more I was getting really excited. I found myself moving about involuntarily, slowly and slightly swiveling my waist as I stood with my legs apart.
It was also turning on my captors. It was obvious they were also enjoying the show – and were doing this for a reason: knowing who’s in control.
Taken prisoner – and fucked.
Hot sex with total strangers dressed as burglars? I wondered if Don hired them? Watching me as I’m taken by two strangers. This could be a very hot role play time: a prisoner for Don’s pleasure as he sits and watched me get nailed: a prisoner of two guys breaking in.
I was getting really turned on.
It was obvious they were enjoying binding and gagging me – a suspicion that was to proven by their growing hard cock I felt my captor rub against my ass while the one in front laid back with his hard cock now out of his pants, slowly stroking it. The thought raced in my head: ambushed by total strangers: bound and gagged – taken prisoner.
This was clearly role play – and it was hot. I was officially turned on. This could be really hot.
My cock was hard: 12 noon strong. Being bound and gagged following somebody grabbing my balls would do that. Bad enough I was ambushed, bound and gagged, but that I was in this situation standing before total strangers who simply broke into our apartment – with hard ons. They could take my cock and balls at any time. I could tell as they both were smiling at me as they were enjoying this. As much as I looked back at them, they may have a point; it was obvious I was getting turned on.
I also suspected that they knew this already as well: we both clearly enjoyed bondage.
But how did they know I enjoyed it? For burglars, this was something a little more. Maybe they’re into this?
Obviously, Don put them up to do this.
So now, in just mere minutes, I was bound and gagged, taken prisoner in my lovers apartment. My cock was now ‘high noon’ position/straight up. When the rope was completely (and finally!) wrapped around my arms, the rope wrapped around my upper arms from my nipples down to nearly my elbows, I was truly bound well and tightly I started to moved around to get untied and tried calling out (uselessly) some more, but then the large man in front of me reached over, cupping my balls and stroked my cock: “nice. Real nice.”
I was truly hard – and this was only making me harder,… I moved about, even danced around as he kept his hand fixed in place where I move my pelvis and waist, moving my cock in and around his hand.
“mmmmmmph! mmmmph!” So hot; want to cum,…!
“Hey!” Said the one behind me: “don’t jerk him off. Let’s take him to the front room!”
“Mmmm, I wouldn’t mind,…” the one in front slowly stood up with his hard on popping up, reluctantly pulled his pants up, put them – and with that I was pushed and pulled at the same time with two sets of hands – one behind me and one in front of me – both holding strongly on to the rope which was wrapped around my torso. I was unceremoniously forced to go to confront or join whoever or whatever waited for us in the other room.
No wearing pants.
Bound and gagged, nude from the waist down, I was going in, rock hard – and excited.
The prisoner role play now begins.
This wouldn’t be the first time I was taken, moved to different positions, held in place and fucked while Don watched on.
This promises to be hot; I was already starting to drip. Don’s gonna like this: watching me being forced by two guys while bound and gagged.
As we moved, I struggled and squirmed pulling on my bindings, still trying to call out. It was not a smooth walk as I would stop and try my best to resist not moving forward, but it was useless as they simply pushed and pulled me, despite my best effort. But the one behind me would grind into me, rubbing his cock against my ass we moved forward.
And then the surprise came.
As we entered the front room, I was pushed forward by the two of them now standing close by my sides, their hands tight on the rope wrapped around my arms, moving my about to keep me off balance. I then see three more large guys in ski masks – and Don also similarly bound and gagged, looking at me with a look of surprise: bound and gagged while held in place by two men standing behind him, holding him in place! His hands were also tied behind his back to a leather belt, ropes wrapped around his arms as mine are and firmly gagged with a ball gag.
Desperate, he tried calling out: “MMMMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!”… but it was clear he was in no better position than I was. I also tried to return his call, but aside from our muffled calls little could be said as our ball gags truly inhibited our saying anything, much less be heard. We moved about as if struggling against our captors but in moments we were then lined up next to each other before a fifth man looking on with interest, inspecting us. It was a little intimidating standing before a five strangers while we were bound, gagged and – in my case – nude from the waist down, with an erect cock; totally exposed and helpless, held in place by dominant strangers wearing ski masks.
I couldn’t help but feel excited as well.
But I also suspect that Don didn’t arrange this.
Still, I was turned on.
I looked over at Don and noticed he was only wearing his jockstrap: his cock was standing up, but now like me, his hands were bound tightly behind his back, his arms secured and also gagged with a ball gag as well. He too stood at attention, with his cock standing at attention and pushing though his jock strap. You could see some pre-cum gathering at the tip – and the look of alarm in his eyes.
This wasn’t part of his plan.
As for myself, I Iooked down at my cock where some pre-cum was forming; I was already dripping. We could see ourselves in the room mirrors, tightly bound and firmly gagged surrounded by total strangers wearing regular clothing and ski masks.
“Now we’re all here,” said the one in front: “open your legs! Go on! Do it!”
Don and I moved our legs apart, only to hear “Wider!”
We opened wider.
“As wide as you can. Go on!”
We slowly open our legs as wide as we could. The command then was :
“On your toes! C’mon!”
We stood there on our toes, our legs open as wide as they could go; I could barely stand and keep my balance when the two men beside each of us then pulled us back, forcing us to lean back. Moving toward us, the fifth man – clearly the leader – then stood closely between us. Reaching down he pulled down Don’s jock strap just to the base of his balls, then reached over to our cocks and balls that were now pushed forward in easy reach and fondled our balls, slowly stroked our cocks. For a few minutes, he moved up and down our shafts, exciting us even more. In moments, both Don and I quietly moaned and breathed more heavily: this was hot. Bound, gagged, exposed, held firmly by four guys (two apiece), helpless and standing with our legs wide open while our cock and balls were being played with and open for the taking.
Our legs were now wide open, leaving ourselves totally open and helpless, our cocks standing at attention. But it was getting complicated: not only were we prisoners of five strangers, but also prisoners of our own desires. I found myself moving about, my hips moving about as I moved my hip up and down into and out of his hands as I rolled my head back and forth, bound and gagged, held on either side by unknown men who broke into the apartment, helpless to prevent our cocks being played with! So fucking hot,…!
The man in charge then spoke as he slowly stroked us: “let’s make this clear: we are in control.” He stroked a little faster, and soon we both were moving in time to his strokes, moaning, moving about – only he then stopped, pulling Don’s jock strap to where it was before, making Don flinch as his cock desperately pushed against his now tight jock strap. If his cock got any harder, he’d pop through his cock strap!
Turning to me, our captor turned his hand about, moving from playing with my balls and now his palm firmly on my cock and taking his thumb and rubbing my foreskin, up and down gently and then gently running his thumb over my cock tip, going back to my foreskin and then back to my tip. Please don’t stop,…!
I stood there, mesmerized, shaking my head slowly back and forth, my eyes half closed, my hips moving about as my body danced slowly, moving up and down, twisting my waist, moaning softly, “Mmmmmmmph!” – helpless and totally in his control. The electricity ran thought my body as his thumb and hand ran over my cock shaft, my foreskin and then around my cock tip – Oh! Can’t! Stop! Moving! “MMMMPH! MMMMPH!” So good!!! Tightly bound, firmly gagged, held firmly with two guys standing there nude with my legs wide open wanting more!
I hear him chuckling softly, “feels good, don’t it?” Any moment now I was about to let go with a satisfying climax, let it spill all around,…
And then he stops, pulling back.
“MMMMMMMPH!” – I moan with frustration.
It was a true erotic moment: both my lover and I bound and gagged calling out to each other and to anyone listening, with me half nude, my hard cock and ass exposed and held captive by the two men who dragged me out standing behind me while being controlled and pleasured by the dominate leader. All present looked on at us with what was clearly sincere interest. Together, with two behind each of us, Don and stood before the group, legs wide open with our cocks clearly excited. Don had a big one: about 10 inches. It was painfully obvious the jock strap was turning him on by his constant rubbing (which explained why he moved about: to feel the pleasure of his hand on against the cock strap), while my cock (about 8 inches) was also very hard – but I was in need of some rubbing. I moved about, trying to get my bindings feel and my gag off, ANYTHING! to stroke my excited cock.
Please finish what you were doing,…!
God, I’m so hard; I stood and opened my legs even wide open and pushed up my pelvis, inviting him to grab my cock and continue doing more.
“We found him in the back by the bedrooms,” said one behind me.
“Probably explains why he’s not wearing anything below his waist; waiting for his boyfriend to come back to bed,” said the one standing behind us.
“Makes it easier for us, doesn’t it?”
“Definitely,” the other holding me in place.
“Let’s go; I want to get this going,” said the one standing in front of us, who clearly was the leader.
“What’s the rush? No one else is around, nobody heard us and nobody’s gonna hear them. We got them.”
“You got a point, but I just want to get going, know what I mean?”
The room got still.
“Yeah, we know and want to also”, said one of the others holding Don in place.
He then smiled, “it’s fun doing this, yeah?”
They all murmured in agreement.
Don and I stood, breathing heavy. We were allowed to to stop standing on our toes (which was good!), but had to keep our legs wide apart. We clearly weren’t in any position to argue or offer an opinion. Our bindings were tight and the gags good. All around us stood our captors, holding our arms and keeping us in place. During the next few minutes, I quietly tested my bindings: twisting my wrists around, casually trying my arm bindings, moving my head about seeing if my gag had any give. Our bindings were well done. I have lots of experience with bondage; but I was very well tied! My hands firmly tied behind my back; my arms tight about my torso – and no give with either my hands or my arms, while the ball gag was well-stuffed with a handkerchief in my mouth and the ball gag buckled tightly.
Quietly, Don and I both struggled: trying to move our wrists around, push against the ropes with our biceps while our gags allow us little but an occasional “mmph!” while I shuffled about on my feet – but our captors behind us kept a strong grip on our ropes, ever so often correcting us to stand in place, telling us to keep quiet. Still, I tried, giving out a quiet grunt as I pulled and pushed on the rope bindings while moving my head about to see if I could loosen the ball gag.
With Don now also a prisoner, there wasn’t any way of getting any word out: we were there for the duration of however long we were about to face.
But I was not embarrassed, standing before a group: I was just very hot and bothered. My cock was now rock hard and somehow, it felt free, dripping and all. I wanted to show my cock off. Unencumbered, my hard-on was open and free for me to show off, just as we did last night. I felt myself getting turned on standing like this, surrounded by clearly horny guys. It was like a fantasy come true: prisoner bondage role play: bound and gagged surrounded by several hot men. Seeing Don’s cock pushing on his jock strap, and watching him both in trying to get untied but also in response to his hard cock rubbing against his tight jock strap was getting to me as well. It felt good to move around and have your jock strap rub against your cock. Meanwhile, I moved about, squirming with my hard on. Maybe if I moved closely to Don he could stroke me, stand close to him and give him my cock to play up. It’d be hot doing this while being bound and held by a couple of guys.
We’d occasionally catch each others eyes as we quietly struggled: we both knew we were caught and held very well, but who are these guys? Burglars don’t act like this – to them normally it’s avoid the trouble, but if you have to bind and gag, get the shit and get out quick. Maybe this time they figured to fuck us and then take our shit. I briefly thought about laying down, spreading my legs and watching him fuck me while we was also bound and gagged; maybe at least get a little satisfaction out of all this.
Looking up, I then noticed the one who spoke – the leader of the group – looking at me intently as I looked back. But it was then I noticed something else: he was smiling at me in a way that was clearly not the usual.
If they were burglars, we were clearly a temptation. We were totally exposed, tightly bound and gagged; we’d be a pleasant distraction. It wasn’t as if we were against their binding, gaging us and having us stand there with our cock and balls for them to have. Most likely, bound and gagged, they’ll fuck us, then take what they want and get out leaving us to try and get untied while calling out for help. I went about moving my body, twisting about, pulling on my bindings, dancing – as it were – during this later afternoon Sunday.
Maybe they’ll stroke us off before they go?
Still, too…well…tied! The fact that Don wanted and got an apartment for privacy for the parties was now working against us. Nobody’s gonna hear us.
We struggled more, tried calling out,…. no good.
They kept on watching us.
What are they waiting for? Take the stuff and go!
I looked across the room toward the burglars alarm; it was disarmed, but if it were armed,… I then looked at Don and glanced in the direction of the alarm. Don was busy trying to get free from his bindings, but he looked and saw what I was thinking: if we could reach the alarm we’d be able to call for help. But then I realized: the way we were bound go tightly and we’d never be able to reach up and activate the alarm. Looking at Don, we saw the same thing, too.
Back to struggling, trying to loosen our bindings,… I found myself vainly calling out again: “MMPH! MMMPH!” You fucking us or what!?
Still, I had a little fun showing off my hard on and my legs to everyone as I moved about.
“Are the gags good? Don’t want to attract any attention,” asked one of our captors.
The leader of the group – a rather large, well muscled one – slowly walked in front of Don and myself, inspecting us. “Don’t worry: they’re well-tied and gagged good. The five of us can handle them. We outnumber them, we’re stronger and they’re tied up really tight and gagged. Besides – ” he added as he reached down and fondled my balls and cock -” they know they’re in no position to argue, right? We’re not going anywhere until we’re done getting what we came for.”
I stopped moving about and calling out. Leaning closer to me, he said, “right? You’re not going anywhere.”
I stopped and looked at him and nodded.
“Good.”
They were doing this on purpose: they wanted to intimidate us. Exert control.
This was more than just burglary.
Then, they all started to get undressed – one by one holding us so as to keep us in place – stripping off their clothing. Once they all undressed I noticed how two of them went about closing the window shades and making sure the main door was locked and secured, doing the same for the other rooms as well, while the other two stood behind us, holding tightly to our arms. The apartment soon was darkened, with only minimal afternoon light coming in. Soon, they stripped off their clothing, standing naked with their rather large cocks. In the darkened room, we watched them as they pulled down their underwear / jock straps as I watched them secure the door and pull down the window shades, standing there with their visible hard ons.
Soon, they took off their masks.
This wasn’t just a burglary.
We were now bound and gagged, nude, surrounded by five nude big and muscular “burglars” with large, hard cocks – looking at us very closely. We were all nude, save for Don and me: tightly bound, firmly gagged and under their control.
I pulled harder on my bindings, swiveling about my waist, trying to get some kind of give,…!
“So you might’ve guessed by now we’re not here for your shit; you can keep it. We heard a lot of wild hot stuff goes down in here, and we figured we’d check it out and maybe get something out of it. Didn’t plan on you arguing -” who then looked at Don who shook his head “…but just as well. You said no -” looking at Don again – “- when we came by but we’ll make it work one way or another. I just happened to bring some friends over to join in. Hope you don’t mind.” Big smile and the group chuckled.
Don, struggled to get untied, closing his eyes and shaking his head hard. He was going nowhere.
“Look it this way: you know Door Dash?”
Don and I looked on.
“Well?”
We nodded meekly.
“Well, now consider us as – Dick Dash! You call us over and we’ll bring you dick!”
The room opened with chuckles and laughter.
I looked at Don; he only shook his head and cried out vainly: “MMMPH! MMMMMMPH!”
“Heh. Remember I called you earlier, said I’d be coming over? I guess you didn’t think I wouldn’t bring my friends and surprise you, now would you?” The room rose with laughter. “Heh, you said to come over and ambush your boyfriend so you could watch!” I looked at Don and he shrugged his shoulders. I kind of suspected that, but now,…
So, Don did call them over – for me – so he could watch me getting fucked, but instead he opened to door to more than just two: their friends and everyone else came over, overwhelmed Don and I.
We were about to get Dicked Dashed.
“MMMMMMMPH!” I called out in frustration.
“So, now we’re here. Glad your boyfriend’s here as well; makes it more fun!”
With that my captors pulled me backwards as one of them reached around my chest and pinched my nipples – hard and for over a minute long.
“MMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!” Unable to stop,… totally helpless!
The helplessness was turning me on.
“Relax. There’s not a lot you can do about it now!”
I watched Don as he struggled briefly with his bindings before he was also pulled backwards by his captors and punched his nipples.
They all stood around us – nude, with truly hard – and rather large – cocks.
Big, wide and long cocks with lots of muscle to bring in them into us.
I moved about some more, trying, trying, TRYING to get loose,…! I looked at one of the mirrors: this was a hot scene. Two of us in the middle, tied up, gagged, nude prisoners – surrounded by a group of guys also nude, but with huge cocks. We were outnumbered by early three to one.
But we all hard.
It was only a matter of when the fucking begins.
The dominate one continued: “the way we figure, it’s Sunday, nobody’s really around, you already had your party last night. And everybody around here already knows about your action so they’re not gonna think anything when we start. Everybody around here knows you’re into some hot group sex so nobody’s gonna think twice when you try to call out or make any noises. No cops are coming here. Hell, even we knew about this! And we all just had to check it out! Word gets around this is a place to be if you’re looking for serious ass action!”
“Besides”, one of the other said, “we put up the sign in the lobby saying the party is cancelled for today!”
They all chuckled.
“Except our party is definitely on!”
A mont of silence: “ok, so here’s the deal. You’re both nice and tied up – like the way you want it – you’re also gagged and there’s not much between us and you” – and with that, he reached down and ran his hands over our cock and balls.
The room got quiet.
Don and I then looked at each other: oh no,…!
“How we gonna do this? One at a time?” one of them asked.
“No. Take them to the back room and then we all take turns fucking them.” Then he added: “and take your time; we got all day; they can’t do much of anything and nobody’s gonna hear us. Bring the video cameras so we can record this. Nobody’s gonna hear or stop by; they’re gagged and tied up. Fuck them good and take some good shots! Fuck them good and long ’cause we got all day and plenty to record and plenty of juice to give them!”
Gang rape!
It wasn’t about burglary; it was a home invasion to rape us!
This was real. We truly were bound and gagged, naked and held prisoners in our apartment: prisoners of a gang bang.
Don and I immediately started to desperately struggle and cry out for help. Our cries for help, however were weak: at best you’d only hear very muffled “MPH! MPH! MPH!” but we tried anyway because of sudden panic. It had gone from casual fun and fantasy play to the real thing. I called out and struggled against my captors arms while their hands kept me in place. I twisted about and tried to shout out loud, trying to shout for ‘help!’ I desperately pulled on my bindings, moving about like a caged animal, but Don and I were totally held in place by two stronger men each. I looked over at him, looked at them, shaking my head, desperately moving my body and arms about – but no matter what I did, I was held tightly in place – in fact, I was lifted slightly, forcing me to stand upright on my tip toes.
Everywhere, big, hard cocks with strong hot men!
We were getting gang fucked.
Don and I called out – but I couldn’t help but wonder if we called out of excitement.
They weren’t rifling through the apartment looking for valuables; we were the intended targets all along. They broke in, ambushed us and took us prisoner. We were truly bound and gagged, nude and wide open, helpless and unable to get loose or call out for help.
This was all planned out – just to fuck us; we were the targets.
This was going to be like no other party we’ve ever done.
We both called out: “MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMPH! MMPH!”
The one in front just chuckled, standing there with his huge hard cock, watching us as we tried calling out and struggled both against our captors and out bindings.
The ones behind us stood firm, made sure that we couldn’t get away despite our best efforts, while the other looked on with what was clearly lust. Don and I desperately moved about, twisting our wrists and shifting about against their bindings. The gags were tight and our mouths well-sealed and the rope binding our hands and arms had absolutely no give.
I stood with my legs wide apart, on my tip toes, trying to get some way of getting my captors off balance as I called out loud as I could. Surely someone would hear us! But after a couple of minutes, it was no good. Nobody heard us though the heavy walls and the well-set gags.
Besides, who would know different?
Just then the main in front – who have been busy wiping creme on his hands – reached out and proceeded to stroke Don’s and my cock: moving all around, stroking slowly and then reaching for our cocks and balls, playing and then repeating – stroke, fondle, play, rub around the tip, go down and repeat.
We immediately stopped our struggling and calling, captured and mesmerized by the control existing within his hands.
I closed my eyes, captivated by his hands controlling me as I helplessly danced; I couldn’t get my hips to stop moving as he stroked me.
We were held firmly by their arms, unable to break their grips. Don and I were both doing the same thing: legs wider apart, swinging our hips about, moving our pelvis’s up and down, with our hard ons. Our captors temporarily then had us face each other as we struggled. We watched each other as we struggled, trying to escape our being raped / forced fucked by strangers. It was undeniably erotic: bound and gagged, nude, our bindings tight and our gags firm, my lover and I bound and facing each other as our captors held us in their control – our cocks were undeniably hard! Almost a fantasy coming true! If it wasn’t involuntary, it would’ve be hot and fun. But in the hands of total strangers, the uncertainty was very high. When it’s consensual it’s one thing: but this was anything but. We had no control – and their cocks were ready and waiting for us.
And we we were turned on as well.
Losing control can be a turn on.
The leader, slowly stroked my cock and fondled my balls. Suddenly he pulled out a leather string, wrapping it around the base of my cock and balls, tying a bowtie and then wrapped up the rest of the leather shoe string around his hand and gently, but firmly pulled on it making me move closely to him as he whispered to me, “mmmmm; nice. We got a nice long, time waiting for us. And there’s not a lot you can do about it. So let’s go!”
I was now cock leashed – and pulled forward toward the bedroom where the bed awaits.
“MMMMMMPH! MMMMPH!” I called out as loud as I could, but it could hardly be heard, as I was forced forward to the “fucking room” where long, hard cocks await us.
Our captors forced / pulled our leashes / pushed us through the doors leading into the bedrooms. I saw that Don also had a cock leash as well, wrapped around his jockstrap firmly, making his cock show even more tightly. At that point one of the others then reached over and started foundling his cock, teasing him unmercifully and Don complied and cooperated, stopping his struggling.
He also moved forward.
Desperately Don and I moved about, trying to slow down and delay. I was able to slow things a little by keeping my legs open widely, pushing back, struggling, calling out – but soon it didn’t matter: they were too strong and we were tightly bound – and they merely pulled on the cock leash.
It was very erotic.
I knew that our hard cocks were only making it worse for us: the more we struggled, the hotter it turned on our captors. Our motions – with our legs wide open, our struggles as we tried to get our bindings and gags loose became more of a dance.
Two prisoners firmly bound and gagged moving with five dominants who forced them to the bedroom and the large bed where they would be forced to take them in.
7 hard cocks altogether.
Nobody to hear or know.
The math was undeniable.
“Yes,” murmured the leader of the group pulled my cock leash, watching me as I struggled, squirmed and kept trying to call out for help as we moved toward the more isolated back area of the apartment. “Keep trying. Keep on trying; it’s def hot! But there’s no escaping for you now. Time for you all to get some major dick! Our dicks are all gonna cum in you real good and there ain’t much you can do about it!”
I briefly wondered how long they watched us, casing the place, knowing when was the best time to strike – just like professional burglars do. They must’ve been watching the apartment during the course of the night with our group scene. Don has chosen this place in large part due to space and privacy: the very walls which helped cover the sexual noise made during those bondage group scenes were now working against us. It was a Sunday, and nobody could hear us now as we called out – and nobody will hear us as we get gang fucked. This was a well planned home invasion group rape scene, completely planned out and now being executed – on us.
It didn’t matter: It was obvious our efforts were useless. Our hands were tightly tied up behind our backs, with our arms also tied and our mouths well-gagged: they had stuffed a piece of cloth in our mouths, and then sealed our mouths with ball gags. It was incredibly frustrating: no matter how hard you try to call out, the ball gags had no give and absorbed any sound we made – and we were very well-tied. They used cloth clothesline; the rope was flexible and tight, having no give and what little there was I couldn’t exploit to get my hands free. Our hands and torsos were well wrapped.
I know bondage: but so did they.
And they got us by our cocks and balls.
But I also think they got us by ourselves: a part of Don and myself wanted this – and they knew our desire.
We then saw the camera: we were being filmed. At times the camera guy moved about, kneeling as we went by, his camera then focusing on my hard ons and bindings, moving up to our gags, focusing on our captors cocks and then moving to our faces, moving up and down showing our bindings and our hard cocks, recording anything we tried to say, filming us as we called out and struggled, trying to escape from the inevitable,…
We all walked to the back, the shades completely drawn, a couple of smaller lights on. Even in the mid day, the sunlight was not strong during the winter months. We got through the kitchen and into the first bedroom. We then were told to stop, and again we were lined up next to each other. We both heard a door closed as we are then (again) ordered to spread our legs and get them wide open as the cock leashes were taken off: “get them out of the way.”
The four intruders behind us merely held us in place, enjoying our distress as we tried to escape. The big one – the leader – who stood with an unusually hard cock that was easily 12 inches long, watched me intently: “I’m looking forward to this one” he says looking at me in a harsh voice, while the camera guy steadily holding the camera as it panned slowly up and down our bodies, focusing on our cocks and asses, panning on our bindings and then capturing our faces as we tried to call out. We briefly locked eye contact. He then moved in closer and rubbed his had on on his hard cock: “mmmmmm! This is going into you very soon!” I then looked down and away, only to see my rock hard cock, waiting for what was next.
We had no way of stopping them from doing what they wished.
Looking up, he smiled at me. He then reached over to caress both Don and my balls, then squeezing our balls ordering us to: “behave. Do as we say. We can make it a pleasant for you,…” and with that, he then starting stroking our cocks, going slowly up and down. In moments we were moving our bodies in time to his strokes, shaking our heads as if to deny the pleasure, but it was obvious: we couldn’t help ourselves.
“Let’s understand this: neither of you are in any position to argue,” he said as his hands ran up and down our cocks, playing on our foreskins and cock tips, stopping for a moment to caress our balls and then continuing: “we can grab your balls as any moment, so play nice with us and we’ll play very nicely with you. Give us your asses with no questions. Nobody’s gonna hear you or save you. You’re ours for nice, long time. But we’ll make you cum if you’re good.”
He then continued: “you clearly want dick – and lucky for you, we brought plenty of dick for you!”
I struggled and murmured, twisting my head about, trying to loosen my gag, but it was not giving in.
“Shhh. Nobody can hear you, and with all of your parties, you’re gonna get what you want as so do we! This is better than fantasy: you’re getting the real thing! All tied up, gagged and fucked by total strangers with big hard cocks! You got your sweet asses and we got our hard cocks. You’re nice and tied up – just like the way we want it and the way you like it! We’ll take our time, make it last, rest up between loads while you stay there all nice and tied up and unable to get help. You want plenty of cock and you’ll get plenty cock today!”
He continued stroking me, his hands coated in pre-cum from my cock. I looked down to see his cock standing at attention: a cock that was clearly ready for me. I slowly shook my head: it was a huge one, about as long and as wide as a bottle of water. My ass is going to be overwhelmed. When I looked up again his smile was much sharper: “you’re all mine; I’m going into you, gonna cum in you: make you mine! And you can’t stop me!”
I struggled harder, but he just merely chuckled.
I tried calling out “help!’ again, but it only came out as a muffled sound. He watched me as I danced. My legs spread wide, my pelvis pushed forward, I twisted around, swiveled my hip as he slowly licked his lips, and stood more closely to me, standing nearly between my legs, his breathing heavy.
“Mmmm; it’s gonna be hot for you and your boyfriend!” Standing close to me, his cock was rock solid and huge. “I like white boys all tied up and gagged, naked and unable to do anything about it. Makes for a hot time: fucking all you bound and gagged, nice and tight is even better!”
It was huge cock waiting for me. I called out one last time: “MMMMMPHH! MMMMMMMMMPH! MMMPH!” (Help! Help! Help!)
“Let’s go. Let’s fuck these nice, sweet asses!”
Time’s up.
At that point Don and I are then moved by our two men, with one moved out in front grabbing the rope binding our arms, pulling us forward. We walked deliberately as slow as we could, our legs spread wide to delay as much as we could, all the while trying to get attention by calling out. They merely pushed and pulled, keeping us off balance, working our way through the doorways, getting closer to the rear bedroom.
At one point as we approached the 2nd bedroom, the man behind me (the one who paused with my balls while I was getting tied up) abruptly pulled me back to him, forcing me against his body as he ran his arms all around my chest, my waist and my stomach, running his face through my hair; his cock rubbing up and down against my ass – and then holding me against his body, he pushed me toward the bedroom. Don and I were pushed / pulled in the direction of the bedroom, dragging us past the kitchen. We both tried to stall, struggle and cry out, but it was no good. No matter how much we tried, we could hardly get any sound out.
The fucking was inevitable.
Don and I were dumped on Don’s king size bed. I rolled over see one with his cock, rubbing lubrication on it: “Stand by, I’ll get with you in a second,”…
“MMMM! MMM! MMMMMMMM!” – we both cried out trying to see if the neighbors could hear. But it was winter and the windows are closed.
It was hopeless: we were bound, gagged and nude; taken prisoner and being forced into positions for their pleasure.
We weren’t getting out of this until they were through with us. And how long that’s going to be I couldn’t say. I could only hope they would release and be done – but it didn’t look like that.
“Keep it up: turns me on.”
The more we struggled and try to cry out, the more intense it got.
Everyone’s cock was rock hard: both the so-called burglars and us.
5 Cocks to 2: outnumbered in size, strength and desire, everyone hard. The two of us total prisoners, helpless to stop any of this: torn between desire and fear.
It was a cock convention.
The fuck festival was about to begin.
The cum will flow.
Bound, gagged, nude, helpless – and hard.
Taken prisoner – and throughly fucked.
“MMMMPH!”
I watched as the final doors were closed and we were surrounded by everyone standing around the bed, getting ready to move in and fuck us as we were pushed to the bed, rolled over facing up, with our feet; now first Don’s and then mine – bound. We now laid on the bed: our hands tied being our back to belts put on around our waists earlier; rope wrapped tightly around our upper torso, gagged with a ball gag and our mouths first stuffed with a handkerchief insuring little or no sound escaping from our mouths – and now laid out apart from one another, Don’s and my feet bound together we weren’t going to run anywhere.
We laid there with our hard ons; Don’s jockstrap pulled down to his ankles while mine moved gently with my heartbeat.
Sunday afternoon ambush. Outnumbered and then quickly overpowered, bound and gagged.
And turned on. So hard,…!
What was a routine burglary now is a gang bang.
I did a quick calculation: 5 men times cumming 2 times they’d likely be able to cum equals 10 divided by two,.. at the least Don and I were going to get fucked at lest 5 times.
But something tells me it’ll be more than that. They may be shooting (literally) for three times each. In which case,…14 or 15 times divide by two,… at least 7 times all around.
Clearly, we were fuck prisoners – and we were gonna get nailed really good.
And through all this, my and Don ‘s cock were tight and hard. The Viagra was doing its job.
For a moment, they stood all around us, with their hard cocks, looking down.
The one who grabbed my cock and balls earlier steps up.
In the minutes after my ankles are tied together; I lay back looking at my captor, who slowly and deliberately stood over me, slowly lubricating his hard cock. Slowly he moved in, lifting my bound legs up and then abruptly shoving in his cock. I impulsively arched my back and called out:
“MMMMPH!”
Too big! I kept trying to call out to slow down, “MMMPHPH!”
Stop!
– but he just kept pushing in, going out and then going in, each time a little deeper. My breath got short, my heart raced, I shook my head back and forth, calling out constantly. Next to me Don was undergoing the same: we were both being raped together, with two fucking us and the others looking on, waiting their turn, as we struggled, squirmed and kept on calling out.
They didn’t want our furniture, our wallets, our watches, jewelry or money: they wanted our asses. They wanted control over us and they wanted sexual satisfaction – and we couldn’t stop them!
Bound and gagged; helpless and being fucked mercilessly: the intensity was strong. It’s hot walking about a group of people, dancing to music while you’re bound and gagged. Dancing with your legs wide open, moving in time to the music and then your partners movement as, after a awhile, they quietly push you somewhere else – a kitchen table, a bedroom, or maybe a corner by the dance floor – and either bend you over and take you or lay you down and fuck you good. But to be taking involuntarily, bond and gagged and completely not in control, totally bond and gagged, helpless, a prisoner of a group of strangers who break in not for your things, but for your ass and to watch you struggle as you get it good.
Nobody can hear you, nobody knows. There was no music, no distractions. Only the sounds of moaning, grunting, pushing as the bed bounced punctuated by our sounds of calling out. No escaping. Completely taken, facing several large cocks with serious energy,…
Thinking of all this, I soon felt myself surrendering to the moment, feeling deep inside as I quickly found myself excited and hard, seeking relief, not sure of what to do, feeling the deep penetration and the pounding as my cock bounced in time to his penetrations, realizing fully until you’re totally helpless and not going anywhere, with the likelihood of this being the case for several hours with 5 men; unable to get free, nobody can hear, the pounding received like that of an engine piston with solid, hard cocks showing no mercy – deep, steady and not showing any signs of stopping or slowing down, bound, gagged, nude and totally helpless… Trapped between his arms, unable to move, he looks down at me, his face inches away as he grins and pushes into me, over and over and over,…
Hopeless. Totally bound and gagged. One gets done, another cums in! Total prisoner! No one can hear or help! Can’t…get…loose! More to cum!
I call out: “MMMMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!!”
All this – so overwhelming,…!
“MMPH!” / “Yes! Sweet ass!”
“MMPH!” / “You’re mine!’
“MMPH!” / “Uh! UH! UH!”
“MMMMMMPH!” …I then suddenly let go with an intense climax! I close my eyes, straining against my bindings and gag and shooting hard and heavy with my scream covered by the ball gag as I blew out over my chest and all around.
My top shortly came after me, marveling at the cum I let out: “damn,….! Now that’s hot!”
Brief relief. It was hard getting my breath back with my tight gag,…
Don and I were then soon moved into another position for another two: kneeling over the bed and kneeling next to each other. I looked over at Don, as he struggled and moved about – but with no luck.
Again, Don and I are getting fucked at the same time. Bound and gagged, unable to move or call out, we can only moan and breathe as our captors’ cocks work on us, unrelenting in their thrusting. Don and I watch each other though half-closed eyes, trapped in the moment as we are moved forcefully on the bed, back and forth, back and forth,…
Soon, the only sounds were us moaning, the grunting of our captors as they fucked us, along with heavy breathing and then after awhile the sounds of our captors climaxing, moaning or shouting as they let go. The room smelled of sweat, cum with the heat growing. I had little idea how long it’d been, but I stopped caring as there was no point. I merely closed my eyes and let go, figuring I might as well enjoy the ride.
Clearly it was mutual.
I found myself looking back on happened and the best I could tell they knocked on the door and when Don answered forced their way in, with two of the group taking over and neutralizing Don while the remaining two got me and the fifth waiting in the room as we were gathered up. We didn’t have a chance.
Looking up I see that one of captors is recording our being raped on his phone, and is specifically filming me and my captor fucking me, moving in close where my captors cock was going in and out of my ass, the penetration constant and steady, showing no sign of letting up, slowing panning to my face as I gave a look of helplessness and tried calling out as I can’t help but call out and struggle. The camera operator replies with a smile, “this is good footage! We’re gonna get some money for this one!”
“Rape sells well,” says one of the other captor standing and watching on.
They were filming us – with the intent to sell it.
In a moment, my legs bindings are thrown off. My top then rolls me back into place forcing me to lay on my stomach and continues plunging into me as Don undergoes the same treatment: no mercy by our captors.
I twist my wrists trying to get my bindings off, but then my top (the other one who bound my arms earlier) who’s fucking me from behind stops, sees this and then proceeds to reach over, shoves his cock into my ass for a moment as he quickly reties a portion of my hand bindings and checks my arm bindings; he then checks my ball gag to make sure it was still locked and in place, thrusting deeply with his cock more into me such that I moan and he continues back to where he was: fucking me, hard and regular, but with my bindings and gag on better then before.
He pushes on, whispering in my ear, “yes, baby; oh so good,..!” My ass is being shifted around because of his fucking me so hard, moving slowly about the bed as I struggle with my bindings and call out regularly. Nobody pays attention – if anything, my top says “this is fucking hot! Do that some more!” In a few minutes, his thrusting is fast, hard and deep, with his grunts stronger. I close my eyes and try to take in what’s being forced on me. I can feel it coming ,… and sure enough my top suddenly stops, then briefly goes for a few more thrusts and then stops for good as he cries “AH! Uh, AH! AH! AW FUCK! Oh God, .. so fucking good,…!”
“Told you you’d get off real good! Nothing better than a good strong fucking with someone you got all tied up!” said the leader who was taking a break after fucking Don.
I am then rolled over by another one, standing in front of me. Rubbing some lotion on his hands, he reaches down and grabs my cock; and then slowly strokes it, going faster until it’s a regular rythm. His hands are covered with gel, making the stroking just right. I find myself responding, my hips moving with my cock going up and down. I roll my head and moan, but he continues I look over and see Don’s top has cummed and has gotten off on top of Don, rolling him over like me. Just then, my top stops and with smile, “edging’s a bitch, ain’t it?” and then raises my bound legs, forcing his head between my calves and then pushing forward so that my legs are raised so that my calves are halfway to my head. I see that the same is being done to Don when I feel a new cock push in – a bigger one. I give out a strong moan, but nothing is said. The same went for Don. The process begins again: starting slow, going deep and then gradually gaining speed like some engine piston and noticed that Don and I are both being subjected the same way; the camera faces across the bed, pans over us as it watches both Don and I moaning and struggling as our tops pound away, The video man takes it all in, moving the came closer to my face as I lay there, my eyes half closed, the sweat coming down from my forehead and my moaning now nearly constant.
“I love how this one was walking around naked in the apartment.”
“Perfect content.”
“Just make sure you get it all. Go slow and go in close on the details: people are waiting to see cock go in them good!”
“No problem.”
“Good.”
Later, another moved in, pushing into me as I lay helplessly with my leg wide open. I watched as he lubed his hands and then stroked my now hard again cock, fucking me as he stroked me, pushing in, stroking and the going out, stroking me, pushing in, stroking me and then going out,…It becomes a steady rhythm, me unable to stop him and soon feeling my cock growing more numb and I was got even more excited. Which was more: the fucking or the stroking? Soon, it didn’t matter as I found myself moving about, yet another to move away as he locked me in place with his cock in my ass while stroking me steadily, me helplessly unable to do anything as I felt the feeling rise from my ass being pound and gradually up in my hard cock, getting closer and closer as I pulled and rolled my head all about, moving, “MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!” and my captor murmuring, “yes,…yes,…uh! God, yes!,…” I wondered who would cum first until I suddenly feel the surge coming forward as I lifted my head, my eyes wide open as I then (tried to) give a scream everhytim I shot my load – and about then my top watched my as I blew my load onto my chest and his hands as he suddenly shout “Yes! Yes! YES!!! UH! Oh!” … as he came and as I closed my eyes, unable to move or struggle anymore,…
After what seem like forever, the fucking stopped. Don and I were then dragged and gathered, tied onto chairs, facing each other several feet apart. We watched each other being bound, our gags re-checked for security. Our legs were tied to the chair legs wide apart as possible, making it awkward to move. It also brought about a strong feeling of exposure and helplessness: our cocks and balls were totally exposed – a point reinforced by our captors who spent minutes running their hands on our cocks and balls, squeezing and stroking them.
Soon Don and I were both moving up and down, all about, the intense feeling of pleasure held in our cocks distracting us, for meanwhile as we were being stroked, a small table was placed in the middle between us, with what appeared to be two web cameras, each respectively facing us. One of the members shows me his phone and activates a wireless camera app, where we could see the live images of the two of us in or chairs, tightly bound and gagged, our legs wide open – with excellent sound quality. The camera shot was videoing at the level of our cocks, along with displaying our faces and bodies, but it was clear what the main focus: us and our tight asses.
They continued stroking us, gradually going faster as one of them spoke out while filming being stroked:
“Figure we can keep an eye on you while we’re out. But also, it’s a live feed to our members only private website: they can log in and watch the action live. So how does it feel to have someone checking out your balls and cock as you’re getting royally fucked? And paying customers know that this is the real thing: this isn’t voluntary.”
We could say nothing. We were being raped on the Internet. And now jerked off against our will. Soon, Don and I were moaning, moving about in our chairs. I kept trying to pul my legs out of the bindings, but it was no good. I found myself moving in time with their hands I raised my ass up to about as high as I could go from the chair, shaking and rolling my head all about, trying to keep my cock in his hands: so,…good! Want… to … cum! And then it was rising up again: I could feel the release coming as they kept on filming me when, suddenly – I shot out my load! Moaning and crying out loudly I shot several times, with my hips and cock pointing out as far as I could go, being milked so well as in a minute, I feel back to my chair when Don let go of his load, wildly taking his head and we called out as loud as he could do.
It was over. After doing a momentary close up of my cock shooting out cum, they panned the camera to my face as I collapsed and closed my eyes.
“Fucking hot,” murmured the cameraman.
“We’re going out for some lunch, but still keeping an eye on you. Don’t get any ideas about trying to escape or getting help, but do feel free to try. When we come back we’ll pick up where we left off. Figure by then we’ll be able to give you some more loads and get more hot footage.”
Naturally we couldn’t say anything.
“We already got a lot of good hits. The numbers are strong, so we’re gonna keep this going just a while longer.”
The leader stared at me with a lot of hunger. I avoided his look, trying not to encourage him, but I knew it was only a matter of time. He then spoke; “I want to stay here and keep an eye on them.”
Another said, “sure. Go for it. Just make sure you set up the cameras to get the best view so we can watch remotely also.”
In the moments after four of the group left the apartment, it became quiet. I was exhausted: being fucked repeatedly takes some effort. But I never saw such a big smile as I did then and there: “We’re gonna make you’s a big star – whether you like it or not.”
Don looked across at me and then at him: here was someone who had enough for two – and he knew it.
But he only wanted one: me.
I struggled even harder and called out more. He had a big one – just for me. But it was no good; the bindings were still tight and the ball gag had no give.
We were here for the duration.
A moment of silence. The big guy then picked up and moved the camera in a 90 degree angle so now the it covered the bed, leaving the other camera focused on my friend. Turning to me he pulled the chair with me in it closer to the bed, stepping back several steps and proceeded to prepare his cock; new condom, lots of lube – and big smile.
I still tried loosening my bindings and called out, but it was not working.
I stopped squirming for a moment: he had what was probably one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen – at least about 12 inches or so, thick and round. Looking up, I saw how he saw me looking at his cock. Reaching down he then wrapped his arms around me and untied the bindings keeping me in the chair: my hands and arms, however, were tied separately. Whispering in my ear: “I’m gonna fuck you until you cum for me.” I called out in desperation: “MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!” as he literally picked me up out of the chair and placed – not throw – me on the bed. His arms were thick and strong: he was obviously a bodybuilder – and he was ready.
I sat in fear and wonder, all the while pulling and tugging on the ropes binding me.
It was quiet; you could hear some of the cars driving by outside, but on a Sunday there isn’t much going on. It was chilly outside so there would be few pedestrians to even hear our calls for help.
Spreading my legs wide, the only sound heard was that of my top grunting as he fucked me; my occasional moaning and sounds of excitement, and Don, who while spent was furiously trying to get untied, helpless to stop my from being fucked in front of him.
I continued to struggled and desperately called out for help. Can’t anyone hear me!? I moved about pulling on my bindings, lifting my body out to try to stretch the rope tying me. I called out as loud we could, even though since we were in the most isolated part of the apartment behind the heavy walls few, if anyone, could hear us. I had to try. I did this more than I had ever before this evening. In time, Don by this point, was so worn out he hardly moved and gave no resistance.
Looking around, I also noticed something else: my cock was rock hard. The more I struggled to escape, the more excited I was getting. Anyone could see the pre-cum dripping from me. Despite all that had been forced on us, I was still active – and I was truly horny. I wanted to get fucked earlier before this all happened; this entire episode was truly erotic. Not more than mere hour ago, I was going about the apartment, nude from the waist, horny and waiting for my partner to get an interest in fucking me. Now, I was getting more dick than I ever had before – and it was driving me crazy. I could tell by the looks on the face of our captors as they raped us: this was indeed hot. And I also realized that was the reason for the cameras: the more we struggled and squirmed, call out for help, the more we turned our on captors they turn, in turn, fucked us ever so much more.
The hornier we got the hotter the scene got.
Now, I have the biggest rapist standing before me: at least 12 inches.
This time, lifting my feet and ankles up to his head I watched helplessly as he searched and found my ass, rubbed lubricant on it and his cock and moved into me – a single strong thrust for an ass that is now open due to the constant pounding – but still forcing me to arch my back and call out for help, for joy, for worry – whatever. It didn’t take long: in a few minutes I cummed. My captor also held my cock as he fucked me, but with my excitement I could not hold it long. We watched as a stream of cum shot up and then poured down his fist, squirting all around, covering my waist, my belly and the bed we played on, There was a single loud sound from my gagged mouth, when all of my muscles were locked tightly done for a preciously few moments, my back locking into a rictus of utter excitement that I came. Soon, my cock emptied what it could give, and I fell into utter exhaustion, not caring as he continued his drive into me, seeking his own cumshot.
Right then it was obvious; the scene made us both horny; man with the Biggest Cock and I were incredibly horned up. He knew this instinctively – but I was quickly learning.
Now, I was going to learn the “hard” way.
Soon, the others will be returning. As I laid there being fucked madly by a man with 12 inches, I realized that I must somehow escape no matter as there was no telling what they had in store for us.
But how,…?
In a few minutes he finished off. I sensed he was rushing. I no longer struggled; I was too weakened. My lover and I watched helplessly as he thrust into me repeatedly until the end he thrust ever so much harder, shaking me and bed with great energy as he grunted louder and louder until finally he arched his back and gave a sudden “AH! AH! UH! YES! UH! AH!,…” as he slowed down and then fall to his elbows to the bed, just on top of me as he breathed heavily and deeply, murmuring, “God, so fucking good!” After a few moments he then got up and reached down for his underwear and pants, putting on his shirt. Turning to me and my lover, he said, “normally this is the part where we leave you two as is. Have you try and get yourself untied as we take your shit. Normally, we leave your door unlocked and go on our own way, maybe call the police and tell them where they can find you. But I may have other plans for you,” he said as he reached into his jacket pockets and pulled out two thin leather-like shoe strings.”
Turning to me he ordered me: “open your legs wide!”
Laying on the bed, I did as he told me. Reaching down he quickly wrapped one string around the base of my cock and balls. Tying it quickly with a knot he then stepped back and did the same to my lover, Don. Once done, he then picked up both strings and said,…
“Stand up.”
We both did. He then tied my lover’s strings to the belt around my waist.
Pulling on my string he then said, “you’re leashed. Let’s go!” and pulling on my strings we were marched, into the quiet hallway. At first we tried calling out but pulling on my string he ordered me to stay quiet.
It was early morning; nobody could hear us as we desperately tried our bindings. Still tightly bound, firmly gagged, nude from the waist down with or cocks now leased with leather strings, we soon were marching toward the back to the elevator at the end of the hallway.
We stepped into the elevator where he punched the button and reaching down grabbing our balls, said “We’re going to see a friend of mind who’s nearby; maybe he has something in mind.”
Now what?
(To be continued)