It’s 3 am in the morning.
The timer keeps ticking loudly.
I’m bound and gagged, tied to a chair, with my legs wide open, nude from the waist down. My mouth is well-stuffed with a large handkerchief and sealed with several strips of duct tape wrapped firmly over my mouth; no one outside can hear me. At best, you can hear only a murmur from me as I desperately struggle to escape.
The timer is much louder.
My hands are tightly bound behind my back to a belt I’m wearing around my waist, leaving me unable to even try pulling my arms over my head. They bound me really good: not only are my hands tied close together, but the rope (a cloth clothesline) is also wrapped around and between my wrists giving me absolutely no slack. And with my hands firmly tied to the belt, I can’t move them. At best, I can flex my fingers.
The timer keeps on going; ticking away the seconds.
Meanwhile, my ankles are tied to the outside of the front two chair legs, forcing my legs spread wide apart. I look down and see how, like my hands, rope was tied around my individual ankles, then to the chair legs, then wrapped around the rope with my ankles and leg chairs so that I can hardly move my legs, leaving me no slack.
I tried moving and hopping the chair around, but it was useless.
They gave me about 10 minutes – “an inch for every minute,” said one.
Meanwhile, my mouth is stuffed with a handkerchief and sealed with three strips of duct tape: one over my mouth and the other two placed in a cross over my mouth. I could barely hear myself!
Earlier, one of them – a big African American dude – after binding me to the chair, took his time making sure that my mouth was well-covered and there was no give in the tape. Slowly, he took his time placing the duct tape over my mouth on my face, slowly and thoroughly rubbing each strip in, watching me as he did so, staring at me and smiling. Even though he fucked me twice so far this evening, his cock was still getting hard – again. He murmured very quietly, “been some time before I got some real nice ass like yours!”
I could only murmur and occasionally try to make some noise, but it was useless; he just kept on rubbing the duct tape over my mouth, looking at me intently as he did.He didn’t have to rub nearly as much as he did – but it turned him on. I could only move my head all around as he did. Soon, he stopped. We then both looked down at his cock, gradually growing in size again as he quietly whispered, “Mm; love it when you call out and try to get loose! Keep doing it; I like it!” He kept on rubbing the duct tape on my face again for another minute, and then stopped and stepped back: “Nice.”
I watched him as he stared at me.
His cock was now just about high noon. reaching down, he slowly stroked it, murmuring to me: “I see you looking at something – for you.”
“Mmmmph!” I slowly shook my head. “Mmmm,…” he said as he slowly went to the floor and started to untie my ankles to the chair. After a minute, my ankles were free and I slowly opened my legs wider to stretch them out.
“All the way out. Now!”
I did do.
“Now stand up – and keep those legs of yours wide open!”
I stood up, with my legs wide open. Slowly, he reached in between my legs, running his hands between my legs, gradually caressing my balls. Reaching the table nearby he suddenly, he grasped my cock and balls and whipped on a cock ring. Leaning back for a moment he murmured, “this’ll keep you nice and hard for while as he stroked my cock.
“MMM! MMMMPH!”
“Mmmmm; you like this?”
I was moving to the rythm of his hand. Then he kneeled down and pulled my cock,… into his mouth!
I watched, mesmerized and controlled as he went down on my me, his hand holding my balls while I stood, legs wide open. Nothing was said; I closed my eyes and rolled my hands about, my hips moving in time to his motions. I felt the pressure grow within me, the need to let go building, my hips moving faster in time faster to his midnistrations, as he then grab my ass with his hands and locked me in place, not letting me move away and I leaned back more ready to give him what I had as he then stopped and grabbed my balls and pulled me closely toward the bed,….
“MMMM!”
“C’mon: let’s go!” he said with a smile. Forcing me to move toward him, he then let go and commanded me to “shake around; give me some moves like you did tonight!” I moved about, swiveling my hips around. Looking down he murmured, “Mm. Nice and hard; you like this! Now turned around and let’s check out that ass!”
I turned around as he then pulled me into him, shoving his rock hard cock around my ass, rubbing his precum as he then wrapped his arms around me, and then gradually pushed me toward the bed.
“MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!”
I struggled to try to delay, push back – but he was too strong and so he wrestled me onto the bed. I then tried to roll over but he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me back to him where he then – with no warning – pushed his cock into me, slowly at first but faster in a few moments.
“MMMPH! MMMPH!”
“Yes! Nobody’s gonna stop me now! I got you! I’m in you! -” …I don’t remember what he said next but after a few minutes it didn’t matter. The only sound was his penetrating me, as I grunted with his force and strength pounding into me as as I moaned and grunted in time with him. The bed was busy, but the sound was somewhat quiet as the mattress didn’t have much give: there was only way his energy was going and it was into me. Tightly bound, firmly gagged and totally helpless, he was in total control. The room was electrified.
Suddenly rolling me over he then continued, lifting and spreading my legs wide apart as he leaned in close to me and dove in. Still, I tried calling out, moving about as if trying to escape. Meanwhile, he continued as he also stroked my cock. Fucked and stroked at the same time! But it was too quick as I watched as his mouth opened, his eyes rolled up as his face moved to look at the ceiling as he gave in:
“UHH! UHH! UUUH! UHHH! NUUHH! AH! UNNNNN!”
….falling forward he then slowly rolled off the bed and me, sitting motionless for a few moments, letting go of my still hard cock.
Breathing heavily, he said nothing as I tried sitting up. Getting up, he then pulled me back to the chair and re-tied my ankles, making sure that my bindings were still good. Going to the table he looked at me as he slowly pulled off three strips of duct tape and placed then on the table as he then with no warning ripped off the duct on my mouth and re-gagged me before I could say anything.
And again, he was slow, taking his time in gagging me.
“Mmm. You’re nice! But I wouldn’t worry about the others: they’ll do as I say and besides” – he said saying with a smile while rubbing the fresh duct tape on my mouth, “you’re in no position to say anything!”
“MMMPH! MMMPH!” The new gag was tight; it wasn’t coming off anytime soon – and I was still not satisfied.
Reaching down, he started to stroke me again. “Like this?”
I nodded yes.
“Mmmm. Let’s see you dance in the chair.”
I moved all around, swinging my hips best as I could as he stroked me unnmercilessly, daring me to cum. Soon, I felt the pressure building up again,…
“Now look here -” stopping stroking me and grabbing onto a kitchen timer on the table , he then set it up. It was a basic, cheap one. But at one point he twisted the timer, letting it ring. It was really, really loud: “now we’ll know when to come back and do some more.” I could only look at him, my ass aching, my breath short – but my cook still hard. He set the timer back on the table: “a minute for every inch I got just for you!” – setting it down while looking at me.
His cock was down, now at a 7 o’clock position: but soon it’ll be high noon.
“Don’t worry: when it rings, we’ll pick up where we left off – in your ass nice and deep,” he murmurs to me as he reached down and fondled my balls.
“MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!”
“Mmm, yes; I’m gonna cum real good with you just like that: all tied up and gagged. Keep trying, but you’re going nowhere.” Leaning close to me he cupped my balls in his right hand, and looking at me whispers, “just remember where you are: right here – and I got you. Nobody can hear and my cock is just for you! But now,…” Slowly, his hand travels to my cock, and rubbing it for several minutes. I feel it get very hard – especially as he put my cock in his hands and gently rubbed his thumb around my sensitive cock tip. I open my eyes wide, lift and lean my pelvis up as if to get closer to his hand. My hip moves involuntarily in time to his thumb and hands; moaning, seeking release. I then close my eyes, and shake my head all about, calling out. God! I am his full prisoner now,…!
And just as suddenly he lets go chuckling, and steps back, saying “you’re not cumming anytime soon. Not until I give you more of this -” and with that he steps in close me, a foot away and showing his cock now dripping ever so slightly – and reaching 9 o’clock. “Don’t worry: we’ll be back!”
For a moment we just look at each other; him standing over me his intense cock inches away – and I slowly shaking my head as if trying to say “no!” – but to no avail.
“I’ll take care of you real good!” Bending down he strokes my cock again, stroking it back and forth making me shift and move about as I simultaneously pull against my bindings. And again, my cock responds in his hands and he moves up: “now try sitting up!” pulling my cock up toward him.
I do so, and then he strokes me more; my back arched my legs wide open and his hands in control, I could only shake my head, moan and watch helplessly as my body moves in time to his stroking me! I could feel the pressure build, watch my precum slowly oozing out as he chuckles and smiles and then lets go of me and gets the towel on the table.
“MMM! MMM!”
Quietly chuckling, “I’ll be back for you,” as he wipes his hands. “we got plenty of time!” – and leaves the room, closing the door behind him, leaving me utterly helpless, with the corner lamp on down low.
The countdown has started.
I sit now in front of a full length dressing mirror, where I couldn’t help but watch myself struggle, move about, even stand at one point – but to no avail. I figure that’s why they tied me in front of the large mirror: to remind me that I can’t get out – and I’m theirs. The ropes were too well tied and the gag too well set up. And with my legs tied wide apart, I couldn’t close my legs or do anything to cover my cock, balls or even my ass. I watched myself struggle, squirm, call out as best as I could – but it was hopeless. There was little I could do from going through the next round. I then try moving my waist and body up and down, as if I was dancing while bound to the chair, trying to stretch away from the chair, but with my legs tied wide open I can’t go anywhere.
I look down as see some pre-cum dripping. My hard on is there, held in thrall by the cock ring wrapped around the base of my balls.
It was casual date that turned around. There were three of them: two came in later.
The one I met was a retired manager or something else ‘respectable’. The second one who came in and surprised me was somebody apparently (I later learned) with a criminal record – and who knew what he wanted. The first one sat back and played with himself, while the second one gave me what he got and made sure he was in charge: he was the one who was just in here a few minutes ago, with a great hunger. The third one came in later and then played with my cock and balls – squeezing them, stroking, teasing, then taking my cock and balls with his mouth until finally I gave in and gave him what I got.
Earlier, bound and gagged, nude from the waist down, I was ordered to dance – with one – the one who just gagged me again – later dancing with me as we soon rubbed cocks. He’d reach down and hold my balls: “just to make sure you know where you stand,” he whispered to me – then occasionally stroke my cock to ‘keep me nice and hard’. I could only watch helplessly as I tried my bindings, trying to get loose while they were distracted watching me – wearing a sweatshirt, my hands bound to my belt behind my back, my mouth firmly gagged to where I couldn’t be heard anywhere, let alone inside the room as I stood with my legs wide open, swiveling my hips and making my cock move; turning around and showing my ass moving around as the three of them sat and watched while they enjoyed the show.
I did not know any of them: I came for one that I only just met.
I was set up. I was ambushed.
Outnumbered by three of them who appeared moments after I was bound and gagged. I was then ordered to dance for all of them. I move and swiveled my body, all the while trying to get untied, but in a few minutes one of them then – the big dude with the ten inches – forced me to the living couch and satisfied themselves: the one who was just released. The third one joined in and I was then sucked, and fucked by the one I came for, on the living room couch – and then later by the one who just got out, throwing me on a bed murmuring, “nice and tied up! I like it that way!”
Bound, gagged and raped in a nice row home in a quiet, respectable neighborhood: I came to play with one, but now three have me in their control.
And it’s only just begun as they each have more to give. Maybe if I try now,…
UH!
Can’t…get…untied!
The timer keeps on ticking relentlessly.
Time is running out.
The chair creaks as I struggle about: I give an occasional moan, trying my best to be loud – maybe somebody could hear me through the walls,…! I twist my wrists all about, pull on the belt holding my hands and try to move my ankles.
Uh!
No good.
The minutes count down: it’s already been 7 minutes – some of that time spent when he enthralled me with his thumb rubbing my cock tip.
Damn! I got less time than I thought!
“MMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMPH!”
No good. The brick walls of the house along with the heavy curtains drawn; you couldn’t hear any traffic back here in the rear part of the house. No likely anyone could hear me as I called out and struggled.
The seconds keep ticking down.
I still hear them in the other room as they prepare to come back and continue where they left off. They left me bound in the chair, facing the large mirror. I see myself looking back and I struggle. My hands are tightly bound; still, I keep trying to get untied. My legs are tied far apart and wide open: no protection at all! It’s easy to reach in, stroke my cock and squeeze my balls reminding me who’s in charge! Meanwhile, I look on at my exposed ass in the mirror every time as I tried lifting myself up in an effort to loosen my bindings, seeing myself here and now: totally bound, firmly gagged – and now I’m truly hard.
I’m turned on.
Despite the fact that I’ve been taken prisoner, fucked and sucked, my cock stands tall and hard. I find myself excited the more I struggle I’m torn between the danger – and the pleasure.
Bound, gagged, fucked, stroked and sucked.
I still keep trying to call out – but it only comes out as ” MMMMMPPHH!” And even then, the duct tape – covering a handkerchief stuffed in my mouth – is such that I can hardly be heard, except maybe just in the room I’m held in.
The time is getting much, much closer.
It didn’t matter if I called out: they weren’t worried about me being heard. In fact, they liked it as I struggled and cried out – and tried to get untied.
But yet,… it drives me; possesses me! I’m torn between being fucked at will, sucked like nothing before; tightly bound and gagged by total strangers in the early morning hours at a house few would even suspect a rape scene is taking place.
A prisoner for their pleasures – and mine as well.
It was hot: I watched myself in the mirror, my cock hard and solid, pre-cum leaking out, the chair I sit on damp from what was dripping out of my ass.
But I also realized the more I struggle, the more they get excited too.
It hits me: I’m hot and horny. And I only get more so as I struggle. It’s a vicious cycle: the more I struggle, the more I’m turned on – but at the same time I know what awaits: more forced cock!
And there’s no telling what’s going to happen, when they’re done with me.
And now, just about a minute left!
“MMPH! MMPH! MMPH!” UH! Must keep trying,…!
Damnit! Bindings too tight! Must,..try,…no! I then try calling out again; can anyone hear?! Windows closed, brick walls, everyone’s asleep! But it only comes out as “MMPH!” MPPH!” My mouth tightly stuffed with a large handkerchief and sealed with several long strips of good duct tape, showing absolutely no sign of getting loose. And the fact that they’re using a rather loud alarm only confirms that they clearly are in no danger of being heard: nobody will know that I’m being held prisoner – bound, gagged and raped by three very horny guys.
The night was only starting.
Must try to escape; maybe – maybe if I move this way,…!
The alarm goes off.
No!
Wait!
I hear them coming back! Too Late! They’re coming in the room now,…!!!
“MMMMPH! MPPPPH! MMMPPHHH! MMMMMMMMPH!”
The door opens,…
He stands there again: 12 noon high – and strong. “Times up.”
Moving in he whispers “miss me?” as he grabs the lube on the table and stops in front of me, stroking his cock and lubing himself as he watches me,…
The door is slowly and quietly closed for another evening round.
———————
Several hours earlier,…
I answered an ad in the local free pages. It was quick and to the point. It was very early in the morning, a time of little traffic and nobody around. I was horny and so was he. We agreed to meet at his house. I’ve always liked early morning hours; quiet and yet somehow,… hot. The idea of something really hot going on behind closed doors in a nice, normal neighborhood always turns me on.
He was an older man, retired. Somewhat educated as I could tell by the way he spoke. He was tall, about 6 foot, gray hair and thin build with some muscle.
I entered and closed the front door into what looked like the living room – and, as agreed on, I dropped my pants leaving me standing before him in white athletic socks, a plain sweatshirt and a tight jock strap. He stood before me: tall, well built and serious. ‘I retired early’ he said as he stood before me, nude with a rather large hard-on – at least 9 inches. For a few moments we merely looked at each, letting our cocks grow. I moved closer to him as he reached down to my jock strap, fondling my balls, running his hand over and around my tight jock, slightly squeezing my balls – not hard, but very gently, exciting me even more as I opened my legs wider and pushed my pelvis forward while leaning back to give him greater access. “Oh, yeah! Nice! I love that!” – he said watching me spread wider while pushing my cock closer to him to enjoy.
Soon, he was reaching inside my jock strap, running his hand all-around my hard cock and excited balls. No words were spoken; he only whispered ‘nice,…. very nice’ as he then reached under and between my legs to run his hands around my ass / bottom. I moved about and closed my eyes, swaying my hips in a circle, and then as he encircled my cock with his index finger and thumb, I moved back and forth as he kept his hand wrapped around my cock while keeping still. I did the work for him, moving up and down, twirling slightly around with my hips while he kept his hands still. I soon found myself dancing for him, my excitement growing as I continued pushing my cock through his hand.
My back turned, I didn’t know or even hear his partner / friend until suddenly my wrists were grabbed and a rope was tied tightly and quickly around them. Before I could say anything, he – one in front who was pleasuring me quickly stuffed a handkerchief and then wrapped a roll of duct tape around my mouth and head. The three of us briefly scuffled but it was over very quickly: in moments my hands were tied behind my back, while I was gagged. Reaching down, the one in front then grabbed my balls and squeezing ever so much spoke to me with a harsh, strong whisper: “Hold still! Be quiet!” I could only stand still as his partner wrapped a belt around my waist and then tied my hands to it. Now, the one behind was taking his time, moving deliberately and making sure that my bindings were well-tied, re-checking the cloth clothesline that he used. I looked down at the other’s hand, holding my balls. I found myself getting rock hard. He smiled with an intensity as he whispered to me: “You’re still interested. Good. you’re gonna get a good fuck tonight – and around here, nobody’s gonna hear you.”
“MMMMPH! MMMPH!” was all I could say.
As I looked down at his hand grabbing my balls, I briefly struggled, tried my bindings – which were too firm – and then tried calling out. All I could do was murmur “MMPPH! MMPH!” some more. Watching me, they both chuckled quietly, while the one behind me said,”he’s about done. He’s not getting out of these and nobody’s gonna hear!”
Reaching down to my cock with both hands, he then pulled down my jock strap just down to the base of my ass allowing my cock to slip out freely when he started to stroke me more, my pre-cum dripping out as he whispered to me, “nice; nice cock! This is very nice!” … as he stroked with a mild vigor making sure my hard-on was strong. Every so often he would stop stroking and then run his thumb in a circle around my cock tip and then up and down my foreskin. I was moaning and moving in ecstasy as he did this. God, he was good! I felt the electricity run though me every time his circle found my foreskin and cock tip! I leaned my head back and half closed my eyes: he knew exactly how to keep me in control as his thumb and hand worked around my genitals, rubbing exactly the right way, fondling my balls ever so firmly and yet gently,…
As his partner finished binding me, he then moved in wrapping his arms around my body and taking my nipples, rubbed and pinched as he rubbed his body against my back, moving his hard cock in to my ass crack, looking down at me over my shoulder, murmuring, “fucking hot! Nice and tied up, totally gagged while the one in front continued playing with my cock and balls, teasing to me: “call out some more! See if anyone can hear!” For a few moments I stood, freshly bound and gagged, my cock being played with unmercifully while my ass was gradually being explored, and my nipples pinched thoroughly while locked in a hot embrace,….
Just then there was a quiet knocking on the door: “Come in!” whispered my ball holder.
Another younger man came in: average height, but also slightly built. He clearly looked like he worked in a car shop. The two of them just nodded at him, while he merely said, “I’m not late, am I?”
“No,” said the one behind me: “it’s just starting.”
“Good,” said the mechanic as he pulled off his pants and dropped his underwear, displaying a hard cock with a slight curve. Looking on, with the way things were going I was going to be busy tonight. This cock was going to be a challenge to take. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day!” Looking on at me, he smiles and says “can’t wait to taste you!” I could say nothing as I was well into my own situation.
Bound, gagged, nude: held prisoner and being involuntarily held for the pleasure of others in a pleasant, normal row home in a quiet, nice respectable neighborhood during the early hours where there is no traffic, no sound. It is fall; the windows and curtains are closed. There is only just the sound of hot sex in the living room between three men with one watching on. Me, bound and gagged, nearly nude with my cock being stroked while being sandwiched and kept in place by two others. I was between two men, decently built, good height and both rock hard: one’s cock rubbing against my ass crack and my cock and balls: sandwiched in ecstasy, my legs wide open, a chest in my face while the other ran his face in my hair – and through it all, a third watched, murmuring, “hot shit! This is great!”
I had little choice: my bindings were too well tied while the ball gag firmly locked in my mouth kept me from being able to say anything, let alone be heard.
Suddenly they stopped. The one in front stepped back: “hold him in place.” The one behind me then grabbed my upper hands and firmly held me in place, while pulling me back closer to him as he whispered, “don’t move.” The one in front then pulled down my jock strap to my ankles: “step out of them; open your legs wide.”
I did so.
“Wider.”
I stepped apart wider.
“Wide as you can.” The other behind me then said, “go on; open wide!”
I was standing in front of them, my legs nearly to the limit of how I could stand.
Reaching down, he fondles my balls, briefly strokes my cock and then reaches in deeper and grabs my ass: “nice; this is gonna be fun. Put him over there – “ and I was then pushed / guided to the end of the living room and ordered to turn around and stay where I was. Once doing so the three of them walked back several paces, pulled out three chairs, sat down. I started to get a little comfortable and move my legs closer when the older one – the one who stood in front of me said, “don’t. Legs stay wide open!”
I complied; standing there with my cock hard and standing tall, dripping pre-cum, while my heart beat fast and hard, with my breath rapid.
I tried my bindings: they were very well tied. The one who bound me knew the rope.
Moment of silence. The one who fondled me then reached over to a remove control by an end table and turned on some music; he kept it low – just enough to be heard – but I could be heard by all of us. The lights were then turned off. In the other corner across the room, a tv was on with the sound off. On the screen there was a gay porno playing: I could see one man tied spread eagle to a bed was furiously being fucked by another. The only light in the room was now the large screen tv, displaying the rape scene – but it was enough light to see me standing before them; bound, gagged and nude with my hard cock and wide open legs.
“Now dance.”
I looked at him.
“Dance to the music. Show us your cock and ass. Dance all around.”
I then proceeded to move about, swirling and twisting my hip, moving around in a slow circle.
“Yes, yes!” said the third one, his cock tall and hard as he sat in his chair. I saw then he pulled out his phone and was filming this.
“I’m gonna fuck you good!” said the one who bound me, showing me his hard cock.
It was now a private dance show, where the dancer performs for a private clientele – but where the dancer is bound, gagged and nude, helpless – and about to be raped. I shook my head back and forth as I danced and occasionally called out; they quietly cheered on, telling me how much they were enjoying me.
My dancing only turned them on more and more.
The dance music was not fast or loud nor hard: but it was insistent and I found myself moving about, keeping my upper body still as my legs and hips moved about as I looked on to the three of them. I danced with my legs usually kept in place, and just moved my body around. I pushed my cock up and down, moved my ass in a circle as I kept my legs wide apart. Meanwhile, I kept trying and pulling about my bindings, seeing if there was any way of getting loose. I also tried my ball gag, seeing if I could possibly call out for help – but it was hopeless: my bindings were too tight while the duct tape was firmly in my mouth. The rope was too well tied: it was enough to keep me bound, but not too much that my wrists would get sore. Same with the ball gag: any sound I made was totally muffled.
I was their object of lust
So,… hot!
I realized was turn on.
My cock was solid, hard and totally upright. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I pushed my pelvis and cock out while I moved about, trying to see if I could get any slack in my bindings. I soon found my dancing becoming more intense while I struggled against my bindings. I twisted my head back and forth, pushed my cock up and down and then turned round and swiveled my ass, seeing if there was any give in the duct tape securing my mouth or the bindings locking my hands tight to the belt wrapped around my waist. The motions of my hips and my pelvis soon were taking place on their own without my doing anything except to go along; I was dancing with an erotic intensity that I never done before.
It was no good. The bind gins were firm with no give: the duct tape was staying on. Sometimes, when you seat duct tape can get lose and you may be able to pull it off a lot easier. But this time: he wrapped it completely around my head and made sure that he used 4 – 4! – layers, spreading it out give in half inch differences: not too much and it’ll get weak and not all in one close layer.
He knew what he was doing: I wasn’t the first one he raped.
In moments, the first one – the older one – then stood up and slowly walked up to me with his erect cock, standing closely in front of me. “Make your legs wider and dance with me!”
As ordered, I danced with my legs wide open as possible.
“Closer!”
He then moved in and danced with his cock in time to my cock, gradually moving in closer and then our cocks began to carefully rub against each other in time to the dance music. He kept a close distance and focused solely on having only our cocks rub against each other. I did the same, rubbing my cock to his up and down, standing still and then slowly moving in a circle as only our foreskins touched and rubbed against each other. It was intense: the only contact between us was through the foreskins of our cocks. The feeling of total excitement as we stood in place was truly intense: my legs wide open and his legs standing normally – it was obvious who was the top and who was going to get in between my legs. We watched each other, and then looked at each other eye to eye. I briefly thought of us dancing in a private club just like this. I glanced over and saw his partner with his mouth wide open, rubbing his cock and watching with an intensity while the third kept on filming.
You could sense a field of pleasure enveloping us.
After a few minutes, he then suddenly grabbed my shoulders and twisted me around and wrapped his arms around me, dancing with his cock between my ass, pushing, probing, looking to get into me, all the while gradually pushing me slowly toward the couch. I stopped a couple of times and resisted, but he merely pushed on – gently, but firmly – pushing me closer and closer to the couch. I called out again and again: “MMMMMMPH! MMMMPPH!!” but it was no good. Instead, he whispered, “keep calling out; it’s so fucking hot!”
Closer we moved toward the couch,…. In a minute I’ll be on the couch – with his cock in me. I tried my bindings more,… “no, you’re not getting out of these!” He said to me. He then added, “you’ve not the first one I done; but you’re about the best I’m gong to have!’
Closer and closer we moved in as I kept trying my bindings and kept calling out for help: “MMMMPH! MMMPH!”” (‘Help! Rape!’)
But suddenly, just a foot away from the couch he turned me around, facing me directly for a moment and then he practically lifted me slightly and then pushing / throwing me onto the couch, grabbing my an ales and lifting my legs high up with my ankles to my head – and abruptly pushing in with his cock into my ass. I threw my head forward as best as I could and as close to his face while calling out: “MMMMMMMMMPH!” His was a hard, long cock. His face buried in my neck, biting my ears and then pushing in again, and again. Whispering in my ear: “relax: you’re only making it hard on yourself!”
Closing my eyes I bit down hard on my handkerchief stuffed mouth; the feeling was so intense!
Helpless, I lay on the couch, legs wide open and up as he pushed into me, slowly, but deeply, my bindings tight and not giving me any slack, while my gag kept my calls for help totally quiet. The only sound I made was the sound of my voice trying to get though the highly muffled gag of the duct tape wrapped firmly around my head and mouth and the handkerchief stuffed in my mouth: “MMMMMPH! MMPH!” and the sound of his breathing and grunting as he relentlessly pushed in with his hard and deep penetration, pounding away like a machine rod: steel rod hard and relentless – and merciless.
The others sat in their chairs watching us – watching me get raped, while in the background, the TV set continued playing the gay porno rape/bondage scene while the radio quietly played the dance music. It was early morning; no sounds from outside, no traffic – nothing. No sound was coming from the TV set: the only sound heard was the sound of my being fucked and struggling to get untied – the sound of my being fucked against my will: the heavy breathing, my struggling, our breathing heavily together and the sounds of moaning and his whispering “oh,… so good! so Fucking hot!,….”
Meanwhile, the others looked on silently, either stroking their hard cocks, waiting for their turn or filming the scene. One edged himself on, struggling in making sure not to give a release until it was his turn to release into me.
My hands were tightly bound with cloth clothesline rope wrapped around and between my wrists to the belt I wore around my waist. The duct tape and handkerchief – tightly stuffed into my mouth insured that practically no sound could get out to the neighbors nearby. The curtains – heavy and thick, insuring better privacy – were closed while the couch was large and wide, insuring my top total control and dominance as he found himself in a perfect position to insuring that I could not move away, steadily fucking me in a ‘push in,…pull out,…push in,…pull out,…’ just like that. I looked down as watched his cock move in with a constant, steady motion, pushing in deeply, a slight twist around and then and pull out – but never completely out and then going on to repeat over, and over, and over, and over like a piston on a machine moving with no mercy and totally at will with me unable to stop it.
I closed my eyes, twisted my head, called out: “MMMMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!” He merely replied as he looked at my face, never taking his eyes off of me, “yes, I like that. Don’t stop. Keep trying. Just just trying,….” knowing full well I wasn’t going anywhere.
And then it changed a little. Closing his eyes and looking down at where his cock and my ass were together, he looked up, with his eyes still closed and starting to push,…. faster…..
“Yes. Yes. Uh! UH! Yes! Yes. Uh. UH! UH! UH!”
He fucked me faster. I laid there, helpless to stop him.
“Yes! Yes! Uh! Yes!”
Soon, his body was slamming into me more, and more, going hard, fast and deep, his thighs slapping hard and loud against my ass cheeks.
“Yes! YES! OH! UH! FUCKING,…So,… GOOD!”
I then stopped struggling, and just laid there, waiting for him to cum into me. I totally surrendered to him.
Suddenly his eyes widened. Looking at me wide eyed he displayed a grimace as he pushed harder and ever so much faster, Staring at me with an intensity of desire,…. “AH! FUCK! YOU’RE… SO,…. UH! YES!”
And then it happened: throwing his head back, facing the ceiling he grabbed my thighs and pushed in last final hard push as he partially leaned back and practically shouted “AHHHH! AHH! YES! UH!!! YES! YES! YES!,….” several more times for every time he came. I laid back as he emoted on, even hearing the distant gushing squirt gun sound from his cock as he ejaculated his last ejaculation, hard and long. He then stopped moving for a moment, and then slowly fell backward to the floor, his eyes closed, as he rolled on to floor, murmuring, “so fucking good! So fucking good!”
I felt the puddle between my legs and looked down at the towel, wet with the sweat of our bodies and his cum.
As he crawled aside, before I could even get a break the next one came forward – the one who stood behind me – stroking his rock hard cock. Looking down as me, he ordered me to “roll over. Kneel on the floor. Let’s see that ass of yours.”
Doing as he commanded he then bent down and proceeded to loosen and re-tie my hand bindings, and did the same to my gag, running his hands and rubbing the duct tape making sure I wasn’t getting any slack or looseness. Leaning close to me, he whispered, “just making sure you‘re not going anywhere -“ and then suddenly with no warning, pushed into me, going in deep rather quickly, ‘whispering to me, “you’re nice and loose and greased up. Perfect!” – and then proceeded to take his time with me as well. He then stopped, pulled out an other length of rope and tied my feet together: “now this is the way to do it!,…” and pounded away some more; his legs spread out to give him a better position as he penetrated me while giving me no option to move away. Biding my ankles and legs together made my ass even tighter as he didn’t last as long as the first one, though: in moments, he pushed harder and faster until he gave out a choked shout, as he stopped and let his cock drain away.
The third one stepped forward, untied my feet and ordered me to stand: “get up.”
I managed to get up; my ass was already well pounded I hesitated – but I had no choice.
“Open your legs.”
I opened them.
“No, wider.”
I opened them wider.
“As wide as you can.”
I tried but found myself wobbly.
Looking over at one of the guys, he said, “help him stand in place.” The older one – the first one who fucked me – came over, and then grabbed my arms, snaking his arms between my bound hands/arms and held me up, saying to me, “don’t get any ideas: you’re not going anywhere.”
I then watched as other who commanded me to stand knelt down and then cupping my balls, started to rub my cock. I was already hard, but soon I shivering with desire. In moments he then placed my cock in his mouth and proceeded to go up and down my hard shaft. In moments I was moaning, swiveling my hips, moving my cock up and down into his mouth, shaking my head. So… Good!! Such a great cock sucker! I leaned back in to my captor who helped my up, only to feel his arms get stronger and truly kept me in place, whispering, “you’re not going anywhere until he’s done! Give it to him! Give him your cum!”
In moments, I’m dancing about: my cock and body dancing all about. But suddenly I felt something else: the one holding me and his cock. Before I knew it, I felt his hard on, rubbing my ass and then just as suddenly go into me with such a surprising force I cry out:
“MMMMMMMMMMM!””
…as he pushes in, all the while my captor sucking me with such power that I found myself totally out of control: held in place, bound and gagged, dancing (although barely as my movement were limited) involuntarily while my cock and balls in someone else mouth as a hard, large cock is going into me – all at once. The room is filled with the sounds of wet sucking, hard fucking, moaning and quiet shouts. The tv continues playing it’s own gay rape porno, but here at this moment, we are the action. Legs wide open my cock and balls controlled and dominated while my ass is taken as I’m held closely and tightly in place: unable to do anything or get any help I am throughly taken, helpless as my cock is hard as it’s ever been, locked in place both my arms and by a cock kept inside of me. It builds and grows stronger; the feeling deep inside of me, starting down by my ass, rising from my cock and then shooting – shooting! – from my balls as I drop all that I could give into his mouth as he briefly chokes.I call out more – “MMMMMMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMPH!” – over and over as I finally get my chance to release, to let it all out. Simultaneously penetration and cock sucked, I could not hold back any longer.
I nearly collapse from the moment, help up only by my captor, one of whom murmurs, “he gave out a big one!” I am on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I hear them talking:
The third one looking on says, “this is great stuff.”
“What’re you gonna do with that?”
I was thinking of giving it to Joe at the porn shop – “
“But what about us? Think we want to be in that film?”
“Well,…”
“We’re raping this guy! This could be the proof he needs to get us in trouble!”
“Wait a minute,” the second one says: “it’s three of us with our words against his one!”
Moment of silence. “Yeah, you got a point there.”
“You know, we could get paid for this. Sell this this and get a little money on the side. Maybe get some free deals!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” said the second guy: “I’m horny and I just want to keep going.”
Then, they return back.
In moments, I’m picked up and forced me to the bedroom and onto the bed, pushing me down, rolling me over face up, taking some rope to my ankles – keeping my legs apart and separate – and quickly tying my feet over my head to the headboard ends: my legs are wide open and up. I briefly try to pull but it was no good. I lay back on the pillow, my ass upended and totally exposed, I’m in the same position as the guy on the gay porno. My ankles tied wide apart to the headboard, there was a space left in which my captor – the older, first one – in minute placed his head in, my ass held in place as he leaned over and penetrated me and locked me in place with his huge cock. Meanwhile, the other two are kneeling on either side of the bed, and soon are sucking my nipples and running their hands and tongues on my body, running their hands up and down my legs as my captor pounds me while everyone takes their turn stroking my cock and playing with my cock tip and foreskin. I cannot help but call out as loud as I can out of total excitement, but it’s hopeless as I am truly gagged with the duct tape. The headboard is bouncing against the wall as the sounds of fucking, moaning, licking – all are happening at once.
All eyes are one me, as I struggle, bound and gagged, moving in total thrall to the sex taking place: the two take their casual time, slowly licking, nibbling and playing with my tight, pinched nipples now so incredibly hardened and thick, totally sensitive to the point where even if one were to just breath on them I go crazy! Meanwhile my captor continues his steady penetrating: never stopping, but going deep, swirling his cock around and then coming out – and all the while stroking my cock.
So hard,…. he teases me, stroking, and then stopping: edging me. I was going insane. He smiled as he watched me in my desperate state, struggling, calling out, taking my the moment.
4 in the morning.
I found myself thinking,….
– Three guys. Multiple shooters taking their time, going deep and long. I was only expecting one on one. Three guys, two times – at least – if not more. Three is the magic number: with three there’s plenty of time for someone to be ready to fuck some more once one cums. It better guarantees a ‘steady stream’. But it also meant that I was going to get it good. 3 men, each cumming three times: my ass, 9 times!
– Meanwhile, I’m tightly bound, firmly gagged unable to stop any of it.
– Totally helpless.
– A private home in a quiet neighborhood. Nobody outside can hear: the privacy is good and the neighbors know nothing about a rape scene taking place next door to their homes.
– Firmly bound, my bindings and gag are constantly checked and retied to insure I do not get loose. Inescapable situation.
– I was totally taken by surprise; I was not prepared for any of this.
I call out again and again: “MMMMMPH! MMMMPH!” … both with a sense of frustration, of fear but also of excitement.
I fully realized then at that moment I’m going to get the cum literally fucked out of me tonight.
And then it happens: in moments, I gave out another huge release, my back arching and my body locking up into a total rickus of pleasure, I call out madly and long, despite my gag: “MMMMMMMMMPPPH!” …letting my cum flow over someone’s hands and fingers as the first top continued pounding me hard and deep as my eyes rolled up into my head, the feeling overwhelming me as I let go like a oil well hitting a deep reserve of hot, fresh cum, as my ass is relentlessly penetrated as I struggle and move about unable to escape my bindings…
It was going to be a long, hot early morning.
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