My name is Van and I am a senior in college. I am a typical frat guy and really partied hard my first couple of years of my college career. I enjoyed the fellowship with my frat brothers, but my grades suffered. My plan was to pursue a law degree and in order to get into law school at the university I was attending; I would need to focus and make good grades. My parents got me a furnished two bedroom apartment. My junior year, I had a 4.0 GPA.
In May, a fraternity brother, Jim, had graduated with a bachelor’s degree in film and cinema studies and was accepted into the law school at the university we were attending. He either wanted to be a movie director or entertainment lawyer. Jim was a member of the weightlifting team while pursuing his bachelor’s degree and now an assistant coach. During our summer break, we decided to be roommates. That way we could share the expenses and if I was accepted into law school next year; we could help each other out with our studies.
Jim is a big burly guy. Not really attractive but could easily get dates with some of the most beautiful women on campus due to his personality. Jim had southern charm and had the gift to gab. He was 6’2”, brown eyes, thick auburn hair, goatee with a connected mustache, and a very hairy body (except for his back). He looks like a lumberjack. Sort looks like Jason Kelce. He called me his wingman. Jim said he was just using me for my good looks to meet women. I am 5’10”, 165 pounds, 30” waist, and 40” chest. My shoulders are broad. I am physically fit due to playing intramural sports, swimming and running. I have jet black hair that my barber styled with a curtain haircut with faded sides. I have large light blue eyes.
I am naturally shy. Most all my friends throughout my life, including Jim, are extroverts. I met Jim when I pledged the fraternity. I asked him to be my big brother (an active member of a fraternity who serves as a mentor).
On thing about Jim is that he is handsy. He tends to touch other guys, sometimes inappropriately, such as massaging their shoulders, inflicting purple nurples and punching them in the nuts. Jim had no problems touching me. One time, at the fraternity house, it was my birthday and he bent me over his lap and pulled down my sweat pants and underwear. Jim held me around my torso so I couldn’t escape. He encouraged other fraternity members to give me 21 whacks. Jim would made crude comments and fondled my ass during my spanking such as asking everyone if they ever saw a boody that big, spreading my cheeks to introduce one of the guys to my whistling starfish, and shaking my ass while singing the Jello jingle, “Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle, cool and fruity, Jello brand gelatin…?” I think he actually touched my anus…well…more like he tried to finger me. Can’t be sure, but had to be an accident.
I was glad to have Jim as a roommate. He cooked and cleaned. He did not encourage fraternity members over since he knew it would be a drunk fest. Jim was comfortable walking around the apartment in just his t-shirt and underwear. However, I couldn’t. Jim has a nice package and hungo glutes. I would get hard just watching him cook our meals. I can’t figure out the reason I get arouse when I see Jim in his undergarments.
I had developed a close friendship with one of Jim’s ex-girlfriends, Karen. They dated a short time during their freshman year and decided they were better friends than lovers. Shortly after their breakup, she began dating another guy, Richard, and they are now engaged. Karen and I talk about everything, including sex. She told me that Jim was a beast in the bed and even when they broke up, they still hooked up until she met Richard. She talked about how Jim’s penis was like a stump and how great it felt when it was inside her. In one phone conversation, Karen said that while she and Jim were friends with benefits; they were more free to fulfill fantasies and try different things including bondage. I found myself getting aroused as Karen talked about being bound and gagged while Jim would take time to play with her titties, doing some carpet munching, using sex devices on her and putting his huge dick in all her orifices. I asked her what happened to all the bondage gear and sex toys she mentioned. She had no idea since Jim had purchased all the stuff. He kept it all in huge grey duffle bag. Oh shit! I remember him carrying in the apartment when he moved in and I think it is on the floor of his closet.
I am obsessed with bondage. I spend a great deal of time watching porn of men being dominated and wishing it was me. Once I believed I had seen every picture or video of a woman dominating a man on the Internet, I started viewing videos of men dominating men. I don’t consider myself gay, since I enjoy having intercourse with women. Bisexual? I do get aroused watching another a man tying up another man. In fact, it seems more erotic when it is just men involved in bondage play. Maybe because a man is likely to be more rough with another male. I believe straight men who engage in BDSM with other men do so for the BDSM scene, not the gender of their play partner. In other words, BDSM is what arouses them, not the gender of their partner. They prefer women but will play with men. I wanted to talk to Jim about our common interest in BDSM, but never could find just the right time. I would even be willing to let him practice his rope bondage on me. No. That would be a bad idea since I would probably cream in my shorts. Also, Jim would probably invite some of the frat brothers to torture me…yea…tickle torture…prolonging the use of tickling to abuse…dominate…harass…or humiliate…creating involuntary nerve stimulation and muscle spasms while laughing…and…piss all over myself. Also, in some of the videos I watched, it seemed like some straight men enjoyed receiving anal sex from other men because this act allowed them to experience pleasure, but without the pressure they felt when they had sex with women. What would it feel like if Jim ties me up…barebacks me? I mean, it would only be fair that Jim enjoys himself. For me, “grinning and taking it” as a straight man may be reaffirming my manhood and masculinity. I would be proving that I can overcome the physical pain and “grossness” of anal penetration. Basically, hooking up for us would just situational circumstance…we are roommates…in a private apartment…what the fuck! I think I am just feeling conflicted about getting tied up by Jim is due to the fact we share an interest in bondage…knowing he gains pleasure from the restrained partner’s submission and the feeling of the temporary transfer of control and power…my pleasure will be derived by bound and gagged…feeling helpless…fuck…I’m hard.
The next morning, Jim left for his morning class. I had just got out the shower and was partially dressed in a pair of plaid boxers and black nylon OTC socks. I had not yet dried my hair or applied any hair product. I was getting ready for a campus Interfraternity Council meeting which requires all the men to wear suits. I ran into Jim’s room, opened his closet door, and laid my eyes on the grey duffle bag. It was next to his dirty laundry basket. I dropped to my knees in front of the bag and unzipped it. Inside was an impressive collection of bondage gear including various gags, tons of rope, nipple clams, dildos, duct tape, bandannas and other stuff. Also there was a large brown clasp envelope with Karen’s name written on it. It contained Poloroids of Karen bound and gagged wearing only red laced panties. Jim knows his rope bondage. Is it called kinbaku, shibari or fesselspiele when a person uses rope to restrict movement, wrap, suspend, or restrain a person, in an artistic manner? She looked hot tied up with several pieces of jute rope in simple yet visually intricate patterns. In one photo, she is on her knees with her hands and feet tied together around a post. It was like a hogtie, but instead of laying flat on her stomach, she is secured to the post and her knees are supporting her weight. A piece of jute rope was between her legs and tied to rope around her waist. The rope was pushing in the fleshy outer lips of her vulva. Karen’s large breast had rope wrapped a couple of times at the base of each boob, tied off in slip knots and the running ends were tied together behind her back, lifting and separating her boobs. Each nipple had weight nipple clamps attached to it. Her boobs were almost purple in color and her nipples were an angry red. A red ball gag was in her mouth. Inside the envelope was the red panties Karen was wearing in the pictures. I am sure it was Jim’s souvenir that he saved to remind him of their BDSM activities.
I found another envelope with the name “Clay” written on it. Clay? The only Clay I know is Jim’s nineteen year old cousin. I met him when he came to the university for a tour. He is a handsome guy. Clay is thin and muscular. He is fair complexed and has green eyes, a great smile, dimples, and long blond hair that he wears in a ponytail with his shaded sides. He looked better when his hair was not in a ponytail and he styled it with his hair combed over to one side, but unfortunately; he has to constantly brush back his long locks from covering half of his face. Even though Clay is just a little more than two years younger than me, I think of him as a teenager. Clay spends a majority of his time surfing. He has a laid-back demeanor. Clay speaks with an exaggerated Californian accent and constantly uses surfer slang. What I remember is that we were practically the same size since he had to borrow one of my suits and size 8 wingtips to attend a sorority formal he was asked to attend when he came for the tour. He was kind to fill in for this young lady’s date who had gotten sick the morning of the formal. I remember how great we looked standing next to each other since it was obvious that we were the best two looking guys at the event. Like me, Clay is more of an introvert. Thankfully, Jim was there and kept everyone entertained. I have a photo of the three of us in a frame in my room with Jim in the middle with his massive arms around our waists. The prep, the jock and the surfer dude.
Clay decided to work offshore on an oil rig after he graduated high school, mostly because of the great pay, but after six months; he decided it was way harder than he thought. Next semester he is attending the university to pursue an environmental science degree. I suggested he pledged our fraternity.
I opened the envelope and gasped. There were Polaroids of Clay in bondage. Not like the Japanese bondage depicted in Karen’s photos, but an alternative style known as “Western bondage.” Western bondage is about achieving restraint and the Japanese style is more concerned with the artistry of the process. In the photos, Clay was wearing a skimpy light blue thong, white athletic ribbed thigh high socks with triple striped light blue colored top and white puka shell choker. There was a photo of Clay tied eagle spread on the bed with his mouth duct taped. Another with him hogtied with his hair covering his right side of face and a big red ball gag in his mouth. His bound wrists were tied to his bound ankles. Also, there was jute rope tied just above his elbows and above his knees. Wow! A picture of him standing in the garage with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied together. He has a looped bun (negative space in the center) on top of his head which is hooked to a steel chain and the other end is attached to the garage door vertical track. His hair was used as a restraint. I guess to avoid pulling his hair, he was standing on his toes. In that photo, the thong had been removed. His cock fully erect. Six inches? It was amazing. It was engorged, veiny, perfectly straight, thick, and the skin tone was the same as his English rose complexion. The tip was slightly larger when compared to most other guys. It was more pronounced as depicted in gay erotic cartoons. His tip was glistening. Precum? Postcum? Salvia? One photo was a closeup of Clay’s groin. His mushroom tip looked slightly darker…possibly due to the increased blood flow to the blood vessels and glands within it…possibly due to friction burns from being rubbed too hard or a brutal blowjob. His pinkish ballsac was full, tight and not a vein or bump in sight. Slick and shiny. The only hair in his groin area was a small patch of blond pubic hair.
Clay looked like what Stephen Baldwin, the actor turned evangelist in the 80’s. Funny thing, people tell me I look like his brother, William Baldwin, the model and actor. I wish I looked more like Stephen Baldwin because of all the Baldwin brothers, he aged the the best. I studied his face in the photos…was he scared…shocked…in rapturous delight? Clay! Jim’s cousin! How improper! How scandalous! How strangely erotic! I was fully erected and my penis was poking out of my boxers.
I looked down and visually inspected my cock. Unlike Clay, the skin tone of my penis was slightly darker than the rest of my body and there is a light ring around my penis right below the head where the foreskin was cut when I was circumcised as a baby. I love my little veiny warrior. Clay and I look like we have the same penis size, but he has more of his a long narrow base with a larger head and mine is larger-than-average girth with the same size tip. Our balls are very different. Clay’s nads were tight and the size of jumbo chicken eggs. My large balls hang low and they not naturally hairless. I shave my rugated ballsac on a regular basis and I also trim my pubes. My testicles are weighty and I am having to constantly adjust them since they get twisted. Our chest are also very different. Clay had a hairless chest and nice pink aureoles which were about the size of nickels. I have hairy pecs and a goody trail that travels all the way down my chest to groin. My aureoles are slightly larger and my nipples were always erect. (Jim is constantly twisting my nipples and making crude comments like “nipple-icious”, “sucker tits” and “ nipply.”) Like Clay, I nice round butt, but his is smooth like a baby’s bottom and mine is lightly hairy.
Inside the envelope was the light blue cotton thong. I looked again at the pictures. I slowly put my face in the envelope and took a big whiff. Oh shit! Smelled musky….like laundry detergent….like cum. It must had not been washed since it was last worn. I removed the thong, squished it over my nose, and took deep breaths. Just think, the cup of the thong had held Clay’s junk…the fabric had soaked up his man juices….the string was once between his firm cheeks…..the string pressing against his blowhole. This entire time, I was tugging on my love stick. I have to try them on! I quickly removed my boxers. I slid the thong on and moved over to the full length mirror that is propped up in the corner of Jim’s bedroom. Wow! They look amazing. The way it cradled my balls, the outline of my dick pressed to my side, and the light blue color complimented my olive skin. The OTC black dress socks are not really working though. I wish I could have put on the white athletic ribbed thigh high socks that Clay was wearing in the photos. I turned and looked over my shoulder in order to get a good look at my ass. Wow! The contrast of my masculine peach fuzz bum and Brazilian panties…well.. was thong-wrong…but, sexy..like men I have seen on gentlemen’s special interest porn into butch guys wearing lingerie. I flexed my buttocks like I was in a muscle competition. Squats been working! I wonder if I could be an exotic dancer?
What else can I try on? I searched the duffle bag and decided I would try on some bondage gear and take photos with my new cellphone. It had a feature that it would delay taking a picture up to a minute and then take ten photos every five seconds. I grabbed a ball gag. It had a huge black rubber ball with leather straps and a buckle. Then I found a box containing professional style police plastic cuffs. The description included the following, “Get punished for misbehaving with these sturdy, professional style police zip-tie cuffs! Two Loops on one strap. Strong and flexible. The plastic is both durable and flexible so you can restrain your partner and still give them room to wriggle and struggle. Easy to use. Super simple cuffs that only require slipping onto wrists or arms and pulling the center tight. Can easily be removed.”
There was a distinct smell in Jim’s closet. The scent contained notes of sweaty pungent athletic gear like a locker room and Polo cologne. I collected a pair of dirty whitey tighties out of a hamper full of Jim’s dirty clothes and took a big whiff. It was Jim’s recognizable musky body odor laden with spice as well as a hint of urine. Fffffuuuuucccckkkk! It was like an aphrodisiac since I immediately felt tingling in my genital and excretory area. I tossed them out of the closet onto Jim’s dresser since I decided I would steal them.
I took all the stuff I found in the duffle bag and placed them on a dresser within a couple of feet of the mirror. First, I put the huge rubber ball in my mouth. Yikes! I really had to force it in. Next I fastened the buckle behind my head. It was too tight, but I was only going to be wearing it for a few minutes. I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Help me! Help me! I’ve been abducted by my roommate! I’m now his sex slave. Ha! Ha!” It was barely audible since the ball completely plugged my mouth cavity and prevented me from using my tongue, lips and jaw from moving in a normal pattern of speech. I took one of the double zip-ties and fastened my ankles by passing the toothed side inward to the buckle in the middle, pulled the straps through the buckle so each ankle was loosely cuffed. I stood up and started a second double zip tie for my wrist. I loosely cuffed one wrist…my left wrist. I passed the other tooth side inward to the buckle and made a loop about a size that I thought I could pass my hand through. I propped my cellphone on the dresser, set the timer for the delay feature to take photos and made sure I was standing in place so my entire body filled the frame. I took another quick sniff of Jim’s sweet-smelling drawers. Fffffuuuuucccckkkk! A little bit of viscous fluid emitted from my pisser. Why does that make me so horny? I quickly moved my hands behind my back and slipped my right hand in the vacant loop. It took a little effort as I forced my fingers through the opening until my entire hand passed through and the plastic cuff was surrounding my wrist. I posed the best I could as the photos were taken. After the last photo was taken, I tried to pull my right hand out of the zip-tie cuffs. Hum! Let me try my left hand…Fuck! I can’t seem to slip either of my hands out of the loops. Let me check out the box since it supposed to be easy to remove. I hopped over to the dresser to where I had left the box with the remaining zip-tie cuffs still inside. I read on the box, “Can easily be removed by cutting them off. Safety shears are recommended.” Oh shit! I should have paid closer attention when I was reading the description. No worries. I will start making my way to the kitchen by hopping where there are plenty of things to cut the plastic straps. I am a stirred up naughty boy. Now I know for sure bondage is for me.
As I was almost to the door of Jim’s bedroom. I heard the front door open. Jim! He is the only other person who has a key to the apartment. I head the distinct sound of his roper boots clacking on the surface of the hardwood floor. What is he doing home? I have to think of a story. I know! The apartment was broken into and they tied me up and….no……that doesn’t make sense. I will tell him I was just playing a joke and…no…..what is funny about this situation. I just need to try again to slide my hands out of the cuffs.
As I was struggling, Jim walked in and stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted me in the door frame of his room. He looked past me…his eyes surveilling around his bedroom…taking it all in. His belongings were on the floor of his room, including Clay’s pictures, and a pair of his dirty skivies was hanging off the side of his dresser. I was shaking my head with tears in my eyes. All I could think to say was that “I’m so sorry.” What Jim heard was, “hhhuummm.” I was humiliated standing there, glistening with sweat and my hair tousled with the front covering my right eye. I was standing in an odd position with my chest bowed up with my nipples sticking out and to keep me balanced, I was having to stick my butt out. There was a dime size wet spot on the front of the string briefs which was very noticeable since I was erect, pointing toward Jim, and the wetness and stretch of the breathable fabric was showing the vertical line of my cock eye. I was slightly bouncing on the balls of my feet causing the fabric pouch holding my gonads to move up and down. I felt ashamed…foolish.
Jim’s face was beet red. He said, “What the fuck, Van? Going through my stuff. My underwear! My underwear? Oh you fucking perv! Who do you think you are? What is up with tying yourself up?” He walked over to check out what I done to myself. Jim put his hands on his hips and bumped my chest with his chest. I almost lost my balanced. How awkward? Practically nude. My hard penis, covered by the thinnest of fabrics, was pressed against Jim’s legs. Looking up into his angry eyes. Unable to speak due to the gag. All I could think of doing is trying to show him my bound wrist so hopefully he can help set me free. Jim spun me around. Zip! Zip! I felt the rounded edges and smooth inside surface of the zip-tie cuffs taut around each wrist. There was no longer any give in the cuffs. Jim got on one knee behind me. His head was so close to my ass that I felt his hair brush my cheeks. Zip! Zip! He had tightened the zip-tie cuffs around my ankles. No! No! No! What is Jim doing? Why did he tighten the restraints? Why does he want me to be immobile? I yelled, “Let me go!”, but it came out as “Mth mh gh!” Jim stood up, looked me dead in the eyes, began rubbing my package and said, “Hard huh? You like me touching you? Were you sniffing or sucking on my dirty drawls? You don’t think I’ve seen you checking me out when I have practically nothing on…how you follow me around like a little puppy…a little bitch…right…you’re just a little bitch looking for a big bone…right?” He was injuring my dignity…my self-respect.
As he was verbally abusing me, in a sinister tone, he was move this fingers, quickly and lightly, over the thin fabric of the thong, up and down the length of my cock. “Mmmuuuufff.” He began squeezing my balls. “Mmmuuuufff.” Finally, he began skimming the tip my meat cap…somewhat tickling since the cool wet silky fabric glided effortlessly over my urethra meatus…my dick hole. “Mmmuuuufff.” My breathing was fast and shallow. My skin was ablaze. I was shaking all over. My heart was beating with increasing force. My fat cock was throbbing…blood rapidity coursing through my cords. This should not be pleasurable…this is not consensual…oh…hum…my body was reacting…involuntary…controlled by my limbic system…oh…yea…that’s it…that’s it…it is just a physical reaction…I can’t help that it feels so good, even though what’s happening is disgusting and horrid…ooooohhhh…fuck….as Jim is intentionally sexually touching me without my consent…uuuuuhhh…fuck….as Jim is sexually assaulting me….against my will…while I’m defenseless to stop him…aaahhhhhhh! Oh please…stop…I mean, please don’t stop. But he did…leaving me swaying…confused.
He walked over to his duffle bag and grabbed a piece jute rope. He turned back toward me…looking even more angry…holding the rope as if he was about to wrap it around my neck. Like a light switch, I went from hot and bothered to having the heeby-jeebies. I couldn’t back up. I unconsciously tried to hold up my hands to block him, but my hands were cuffed security behind my back. I’m a helpless invalid…deprived of strength…incapacitated.
I thought if I spoke slowly in a loud voice, he might could understand me. I said, “OK. I screwed up. Take out the gag so I can talk to you. Don’t do something that you will later regret.” Fuck! It was pointless. It sounded like, “kyyy. Hhhhuuumm. Hhhuummm. Oooohh.” He said, “Can’t understand you, motherfucker! Yea. The gagger stays put. I don’t want to hear your lame excuses and surely don’t want you disturbing the neighbors. I don’t want them hearing you scream. I bet you now know the gag was a bad idea.” Jim got behind me, grabbed me around my biceps and began forcing me to his king size bed. I hobbled and hopped. Once my legs were against the bed, Jim pushed me by the shoulders and I fell face first on the bed. As he was getting on top of me, I struggled wildly and was screaming into the gag. Jim grabbed me by the hair, lifted my head causing my back to arch backwards, and got in my face. He yelled while shaking his fist in my face, “Stop struggling, bitch! I’m not fucking around. You wanted to be bound and gagged? Well, there you are! How about a nice hogtie?” I have never seen this side of Jim. It was scary and sexy at the same time.
Jim grabbed my ankles and pulled toward them to my ass. He passed the rope between my bound wrist and bound ankles, pulled firmly, and began tying knots. My hands are surrounding my socked heels. My back is arched. I’m now in a super tight hogtie, just like Clay was in one of the Polaroids. The primary sensation I was feeling of being completely unable to move my hands and feet…leaving me helpless…was anxiety…I was on a verge of a panic attack. As Jim got off the bed, he slapped my ass hard. He then said, “There you go! Neutralized! Now, I need time to think. What to do? Class was cancelled and I thought I would be nice and treat you to breakfast.” Just then his phone began to ring so he answered it. He said, “Hey Larry…Me?…I was just about to go to IHOP for breakfast….Do you want to meet me there?…Great….Van?…No, he can’t go….Van is tied up at the moment. Ok. Ok. Bye.” The entire time, I was yelling for help. I assume Larry heard nothing. As Jim got off the bed, Jim mumbled, “Motherfucker. Motherfucker. Don’t even think you have a chance to escape and avoid being punished for going through my stuff…discovering my secrets. This is really embarrassing, for you.” He whipped around with his phone in his hand. Click. Click. Click. Ffffffuuuuucckkk! He took photos. What is he planning to do with the photos? Blackmail me? Jim can definitely threaten to expose the damaging photos unless I do what he demands. The worst would be sending them to my parents.
Jim walked out of the bedroom and I heard the front door open and close. I am going to miss the campus Interfraternity Council meeting. Wait. What am I thinking? That is the least of my problems. I am bitch tied and have a restraint device in my mouth that is meant to keep its wearer silent. I am alone in my roommate’s room, on his bed which smelled like Jim. He has a great masculine smell. I am in this situation because I went snooping through my best friend’s belongings. Oh no. What if he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore? Who is he anyway? Sadist? Sociopath? I know Karen was a willing participant? What about Clay? What did he do to Clay? OMG! What is going to happen to me. I have to get loose. I pulled and twisted my wrist and ankles. What was I thinking? Per the box, these cuffs are made of “engineered polymers with amazing strength.” I can’t break free. I can’t even untie the knots of the rope attaching my wrists to my ankles since my palms are facing out and even if I could twist my hands so my palms are together; I wouldn’t be able to reach the knots. I am helpless. Wait! This is what real bondage feels like. I began reminiscing about what happened within the hour…excitement I experienced when I first discovered I mistakenly restrained myself…my reaction of horror being found by Jim…when he made sure, beyond doubt, the max-cuff disposable double restraints were unescapable…the sexual assault of being groped without consent…how amazing it felt…more erotic because of the taboo factor that it was a male massaging my most erogenous zones…leading to sexual arousal and pleasure. I started getting a warm fuzzy feeling all over. This is what I have been wanting. Tied up, oppressed, and humiliated by a dominant man. It was exciting. It seems dangerous. I felt my penis start to grow. I wanted to touch myself. Stoke my dick purple-nozzle yogurt slinger. But I can’t. I began making a long, low sound expressing mental suffering and sexual pleasure.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. It took me by surprise. It was like I was looking at another guy on one of those bondage sites; like a model in a Kink video. I was deriving visual pleasure just by looking at my own reflection. I wondered if Jim got hot and bothered seeing me tied up. Did he gain pleasure from restraining me? Did it make him horny that I was forced into submission? Wow! The ball gag looked amazing. My pale colored lips completely encircled the colossal round solid shape silencer. I thought ball gags were just for looks, but my words are inaudible, my screams are muffled, and it does prevent me from using my mouth as a weapon. My muscles are straining. Look at my ass! I love my slightly fuzzy ass. I started flexing my feet. Still, the thin black OTC socks are not doing anything for me. It is like old man’s socks. In fact, I borrowed them from my father and never returned them. However, the compression of the nylon felt like it was gently massage my calf muscles. My mirror image looked like a kidnapped bank executive who has a fetish for women’s lingerie. That was random. Oh wait, it was scene depicted in a porn clip I saw earlier this morning. I wish I had polished one off this morning while watching porn. Instead, I just kept edging without myself for an hour without cumming before I realized I was going to be late for my meeting. The entire time was in the shower, I maintained an erection. Again, I wish I was wearing something cool like Clay’s white athletic ribbed thigh high socks. Those would look hot on me.
I rolled over on my side to get a good look at my crotch. Thankfully, the damp spot had dried. My bulge looks impressive. Now I see why men wear thongs. It had a convex front pouch made from a cotton and nylon blend which showcased the curves of my bulge. I sure had nothing to hide since the fabric clung to my junk and accentuated my mushroom head and even the small divide of my ballsac. My prominent red nipples surrounded quarter size areoles look so suckable. I wonder if Jim will take photos of me for his collection? All the sudden, a wet spot appeared on the front of t-back. Damn it! It was spreading and clinging around my helmet warrior of love. Please! Please! Don’t cum in Jim’s memento or stain his sheets. He will be livid. I was sending my pleadings telepathically to my penis as if it was a separate entity.
Two, maybe three, hours passed. Still erect and horny as hell. Precum had soaked the pouch of the thong which held my sausage hostage. All the sudden, I heard the front door open. Jim yelled, “Honey, I’m home!” Ok. That is a good sign. He doesn’t sound mad. Jim stumbles into the bedroom. He is drunk. Oh no, Jim is a totally different person when he is intoxicated. I began demanding to be untied. “Mmuufffff. Uuuuhhh. Umm. Umm.”, I muttered. “What was that? I didn’t catch what you said,” Jim offers. He even puts his hand behind his ear in a mock effort to hear me.
I am on my side facing the bedroom door. His eyes are fixated on my groin. I try to roll over on my stomach, but he raced across the room and grabbed my shoulder and thigh; preventing me from turning over. He giggled, “Did you piss a little or are just happy to see me?” Jim dropped to his knees with his face only inches to my groin. He said, “Look at that semen lollipop.” Jim then quoted lines from the Tootsie Roll Pop lollipop commercial from the 1980’s, “How many licks does it take to get to the Toosie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? Let’s find out….One.” Jim’s face was practically touching my cock which was pressed against my pelvis. I looked down and saw a peak of my tip trying to make its way out of the waistband of the thong. His warm and flat tongue made contact at the beginning of my shaft and he slowly licked toward the tip…releasing pre-ejaculatory fluid reserve in my urethra. He puckered his lips on my bare bellend and for a couple of seconds; he sucked like he was drinking from a straw. A man…my best friend…just passed his tongue over my cock…in order to taste it…taste my precum. It felt amazing. I was moaning. My entire body began trembling. “Two”. Again he licked. Is this happening? Am I about to have my first gay experience? I have to admit, I am sexually attracted to Jim. I think it has to do with his confidence. Also, because he is like a big old bear. “Three!” A even slower lick. Very strong lick. I wish I wasn’t wearing the thong. I wish my hands were free so I could hold onto a handful of his dense hair and force my cock in his moist mouth. Wait! What happens next in the commercial? Then Jim yells, “Crunch!” He then bites my meat helmet. “Ouch. You stupid fucker!”, I yelled. However, it sounded like, “aaww. huum ooopptt uuukker.” Jim began laughed hysterically at his own joke.
Jim’s phone began ringing. It is a FaceTime call. “Hello cuz.” I heard Clay’s voice, “Jim what is going on? Are you drunk? You left a voicemail, something about Van. You said it was ‘tied up Tuesday; you and Van were going to play ‘butt smuggling the midnight salami’ and something else that I couldn’t make out due background noise. I’m think you were in a bar. Jim…..”. Jim turned the phone in my direction. There was Clay on the screen. Wearing a baseball cap, turned backwards. Gray sweatshirt. He is outside, possible out for a run. Clay said, “Van! Are you OK?” I could only shake my head to signal a “yes” response. Jim turned the phone toward himself. “Cuzzzzz. He made me do this. He went through my stuff. He…he…found your photos. I ain’t going to hurt him…much.” Jim then propped his phone on his desk, facing towards me. Jim then joined me on the bed. He was behind me as I laid there hogtied and on my side. My toes and fingertips were in his crotch. Jim reached around and began caressing my hairy chest. Clay said, “Jim stop it. Untie him now!” Jim ignored Clay. He found my nipple and began rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He reached around with his other hand and cupped it over my gagged mouth. He held my face tightly as he began nibbling on my ear and neck. Clay was forced to watch. Humiliating! Perverted! Hot as fuck! I think I am going to be a prop in a sex show for Clay.
Jim’s hand that was stimulating my nipple began traveling down my chest and goodie trail. I began breathing heavily and making “hhhhhuuumm” sounds. I am grinding my hips. Welcoming his hand to cop a feel. Jim fingertips gently traced down my thong-covered cock from my tip to base. He began gently pulling my balls, stroking them at a downward angle, rolling them in his hands like dice and then tapping a rhythm with his fingers.
Suddenly, Jim announced he will be right back. Jim got off the bed and stumbled into his bathroom. I rolled over on my stomach. I was embarrassed that Clay had just witnessed me being fondled while trussed up and wearing his skimpy undergarment.
As I listen to Jim taking a vigorous piss, Van said, “Do you need me to call the cops?” I shook my head to signal a “no” response. Clay said, “So sorry my friend. Listen. Regarding the photos, Jim was just helping me with my Onlyfans account. It is a subscription-based video on demand service that I can upload videos. I make money from customers who pay by in monthly instalments, in one-time tips, or pay-per-view. It is the only way I can save enough money for college. One customer offered a lot of money for bondage videos and wanted me to wear specific clothing; well like the g-string you are wearing. I knew Jim had bondage gear so he used it on me. He took photos to show me before filming to ensure I was pleased in how I was bound, gagged,..well how I looked. I don’t know what Jim is going to do with you. He won’t hurt you…at least I don’t think he will hurt you. Jim has feelings for you. I think he is gay; well, at least bi. When I told him I was gay, he said it was cool and sometimes he thought about experimenting with a guy. In particular, you. When he was tying me up for the photos and videos, he said he was pretending it was you. At least that is what he said when he had to get me hard for the video…you know because I couldn’t use my hands since I was bound. We didn’t fuck or anything. Nothing weird. I mean, since I was bound, he had to grease me up with his finger to get a vibrating prostate toy in me, but…..anyway. Tell you what, dude, I am on my way. It will take me a couple of hours, but I will leave now. Hopefully, by the time I’m get there you will be untied, but if not; I will untie you. Hopefully the front door is unlock. Ok? Bye now.” The screen on the phone went blank.
Jim walked back in the bedroom. He was nude. Why is he balls ass naked? I have seen him naked before, but not like this. Jim is really outstandingly handsome in the nude. Robust. Very masculine. He was semi-hard. Damn! That is one beautiful cock. Seven inches? Eight inches? Thick! His bellhead curved slightly with a decent tapered ridge. His vertical eye…the opening of his urethra…starring at me…thinking it was the opening to his tube through which semen and urine exits his body. Huge balls! Hairy ballsac. The color of his glans underneath the thick scrotum hair was a rosy tan color, slightly pinker than the rest of him. His body was bulky, but not fat. Like a football lineman shape. As I was getting aroused, there appeared to be an increased blood flow to my salivary glands, since I was experiencing an increased secretion of saliva. I was starting to drool. I wanted him so much…for him to hold me…kiss me…to taste Jim’s third leg.
In his hand was K-Y Jelly lubricant which he tossed on the bed next to me. He made his way to the bed and began untying the rope binding my cuffed wrist to my cuffed ankles. It was a relief to stretch my legs. Jim then said, “Yyoousa going get hum some ssshhhiiittt pushed in……”. This is happening. I am going to lose my anal virginity today. Soon, his one eyed trouser snake will make its way into my snake hole and pop my cherry. I’m ready for a porn star experience. Butt sex in the raw. Wait. Will it hurt?
Jim sat down in his desk chair on rollers. He squeezed K-Y in his hand and began applying to his cock. He slowly began masturbating as his eyes were molesting my practically nude body. Jim slurred, “Youse like watching me shaking hands with the milkman?” I nodded my head up and down to signify “yes.” Why did I do that? Fuck! I’m just encouraging him. I guess I’m…well…out of sorts…confused…I mean….I would not normally be…well turned on by another guy masturbating…wishing it was me stroking that amazing cock….squeezing those man globes. He said, “Yea you do. Hum. Yea. You look so fuuuuccckkkiiinnnngg hot. All mine! Tethered! Hum. Your mug plugged. Just like I like you, confined and silenced. I have imagine this…hhhuuummm…over and over…the pleasure I would experience from you…my restrained roommate’s submission.”
I was tired of being teased. I said, “Please cut off the plastic cuffs and I will do anything you want. Crap! You have no idea what I am saying. Take out the gag (as I was trying to push it out with my tongue) so I can talk to you. You can….I mean….i will give you a b.j. I want to make it up to you for going through your stuff.” ‘Mmmuuufff muum hum hum.” Jim had no idea what I was saying, but my muffled plea was turning him on. He was stroking his penis rapidly with one hand and twisting his own nipple with the other.
Jim stood up and stumbled to the bed. As he stood over me, he began smacking my ass cheeks with his hand. Jim said, “Raise that pretty assaashhh. I want to get a get a look-see of your shit pussy.” As requested, I raised my ass and I felt Jim spread my cheeks. With one of his index fingers, he slid the string of the thong that was barely covering my cliched asshole. He mumbled, “Pretty liiittlllee pink pucker. I bet your pooper is warm and tight. Hum. More like a pipe clamp. Hum. I want to put my buttermilk stick in your assaahhh.” I started shaking like a leaf. What a rush. Having a muscular…masculine…maybe straight guy, wanting to use me for his pleasure. Wanting to put his ramrod in me. It is intimate…personal…raunchy…rape. Me..tied up…gagged…helpless…erotically charged…a bitch in heat…surrendering to someone else and not necessarily sure what’s going to happen. Unable to give tit for tat. Unable to finish myself off. Next thing I knew, he was licking my anus as if it was ice cream. Even his tongue is muscular. I would have never imagine anyone would ever toss my salad, but now that it was happening; I was very grateful. It was an extremely pleasurable experience, thanks to all the nerves that are nestled between my cheeks. Thankfully I had taken a shower a few hours ago and I had really cleaned between my ass crack. He must be a true salad tossing enthusiast as he licked, kissed and inserted his tongue into my asshole. Taboo…the act of anilingus…oral sex between same sex friends. Then he squirted K-Y between my cheeks. As the jelly rolled down, it started pooling around my anal opening. The tip of Jim’s lubed index finger began penetrating my beef ring, in and out, forcing the jelly inside me. I was twisting my hips with the hope I could feel his entire finger inside. My heart was racing. Hurry up! Fuck me! I want your woody in me! I want to accept your seed! In fact, I want to do nothing but to be your sex slave. Come on, my friend, my master, use and abuse me.
He slumped next to me while one of his massive hands was grasping an ass cheek. He had let loose of the thin string of thong, so it was again flossing my back door. Then I heard him snoring. Oh shit! He is passed out. I nudge him, but he doesn’t wake up. Most people are fairly easy to wake after they crash, but not Jim. He will have to sleep it off.
I decided I would make my way to the front door to make sure it is unlocked. If Clay arrives and can’t get in, he might call the police. After I check on the front door, I will try to cut off the cuffs with scissors in the kitchen. As I got off the bed, I turned to get a look at Jim. Nice! Wait. I wonder if I could get him hard while he is passed out and ride him. I bent over so my face was in his crotch. The huge rubber ball prevented me from getting a taste. I rubbed the saliva drenched rubber ball up and down his cock. Jim’s cock continued to grow. Yep! Eight inches. I pressed my nose on his cock and balls. Smelled like vanilla-like soap and warm skin. His nut hair itched my nose. I wanted so bad to lip lock on the love muscle. I better hurry. Clay will arrive in about two hours. Oh shit. I might be ziptight for at least a couple more hours if I can’t cut off the restraints.
I began hopping through the apartment to get to the front door. Not easy. The pouch of the thong hugging my cock and balls waggled as I jumped around. I was very unsteady, especially since I was wearing silky nylon socks and the hardwood floors were slippery. Luckily, Jim only locked the door with the deadbolt above the doorknob and left the door chain lock unlatched. To the right of the door, there was a full length mirror. Sssssshhhiiiiitttt! I looked so hot! Standing on the pads of my feet..bobbing in place..the pouch of the man moist thong was wobbling…visible penis lines…throbbing cock…beautiful mushroom cap…chest out…muscular pecs bouncing…nips puffed up…glistening with sweat…hair tousled…physically restrained…a ball strapped in my mouth, inserted behind my teeth. I could be a model…a male equivalent Bettie Page pinup model. As I continued admiring myself, I started thinking that maybe I could have my own OnlyFans account and make some money. Maybe, I could model with Clay. We would look good together. Jim could use his skills as a bondage master and pursue his dream of being a film director to make great fetish videos.
I really wished Jim was fucking me right now. I wonder if fudge packing would have the first time for the both of us or have Jim been the captain of another’s guys butt brigade. With his cousin? I can’t believe Clay said that Jim had feelings for me. I think I have feelings for Jim. I have to get my hands free. I need to rub one out!
I turned my back to the door and search for the deadbolt with my hands. I unlock the deadbolt. Next, I turned the door knob to make sure it was not locked. The door opened causing me to start loosing my balance. As I jumped around to try and stay upright, my stocking feet slipped and I dove chest first on the floor in the living room. The wind was knocked out of me, but I don’t think I broke anything like a rib or my fuck stick. As I laid there to catch my breath, I realize the front door was wide open. All the doors of the apartments in the complex faces the shared parking lot. Where I am laying on the floor, I am not visible from the door. Fortunately, the blinds are closed. I need to get up and close the door. However, that is not as easy as it sounds. Having my hands bound behind my back and ankles secured together, it was not going to be a simple task.
Car lights shined through the door and I heard a vehicle parked in front of the apartment. The vehicle was shut off and I heard the door open and closed as well as footsteps which were getting louder as a person was approaching the front door. It can’t be Clay. It would be hours before he arrives. Could it be a frat brother, a cop, a neighbor……who? I laid there hoping whoever it was, they would not peak inside.
“Hello! I saw your front door open and….oh shit dude! What happen? Y’all playing cuff ‘n chug? Where are your clothes? Wait! Are you thonged? Oh! What is in your mouth?” Fuck! It was Dewayne! The apartment manager’s loser son. I rolled over and our eyes locked. Dewayne was standing in the doorway. In his hand was his tool bag. His look of shock changed to delight as he looked my crotch covered in man panties.
Dewayne was in his late thirties. Rumor was that he had been arrested numerous times for drug-related crimes. Dewayne was required to have a job while on probation, so his mother hired him as a maintenance man for the apartment complex. He also lived in the apartment complex. Dewayne was odd. Maybe all the drugs he used fried his brain. He constantly tried to talk to me and on multiple occasions; he invited me to his apartment for beers and either listen to music or watch porn on his flat screen TV. Dewayne was always looked disheveled. He has long stingy and greasy brown hair, yellow scraggly teeth, thick glasses, and a beer belly. Dewayne was freakishly tall. He was always wearing a heavy metal band t-shirt, 5.11 tactical pants and black combat boots.
Dewayne rushed in to inspect the apartment. I heard him in Jim’s bedroom for a while. He exited and shut Jim’s bedroom door. I could still hear Jim’s heavy snoring. Dewayne made his way back to the front door. He shut the door and locked all the locks. He had a handful of hemp rope and the K-Y Jelly. What is he going to do?
Dewayne walked over to me with he tool bag. He dropped the tool bag next to my head and squatted next to me. I am still laying on the floor on my stomach. I turned toward him and we locked eyes. Not good. He looked evil. Dewayne had a creepy smile and his eyes were dilated. He said, “What you boys be doing? A couple of fairies…hee…hee. Are you the greedy bottom? I mean, you like being totally submissive and take whatever you are given? Yea. Nice collection of BDSM toys…and pictures. I’ve seen the blond twink in the Polaroids here before. Oh man. He was wearing the same slong thong. Hee…hee. I saw your boyfriend…all passed out…I shook him, but he didn’t wake up…I slapped his big dick, but he didn’t wake up…do you like big dicks….up your booty hole. Hee…hee.” His hand went to the crack of my ass and he tried to finger me. The thin string of the thong prevented penetration. As he rubbed the fabric with his middle finger, he said, “Wet! Your boyfriend got you all loose up? He cummed in you?” I shook my head as a “no” response. Dewayne muttered, “Liar. A couple of meat sludge luge experts. I bet he got you full of penis pudding. Ain’t that right pussy boy? Got some daddy issues? Daddy’s didn’t love you so you got to loosen up your buns so other daddies will give you some anal love? Yea. That is why you are bound and gagged so your man, or any man, can fuck you whenever he wants. All you are good for is for pumps in the back of the rear. Yea. A shit hole pounder. I’ve seen guys come and go from you apartment. I bet your boyfriend is pimping you out. Keeps you tied up like this so guys can butt-fuck you. Probably twenty bucks for a pump and dump. Keeps you gagged so he doesn’t have to hear you whine. Begging for more cock. Begging for them to cum inside you. Begging them to tell you that they love you. Pathetic. Yea. I have seen the way you have been looking at me. I bet you wondered what it would be like to be stuffed by a real man with a king ding-a-ling.”
Oh shit. How did Dewayne interpret this unpleasant situation that is impossible to get out as a sex slave scenario? He believes that I am being forced to be used for sexual acts for commercial purpose? He thinks I or crave a lot of sex with men due to an absent relationship with my father. Dewayne thinks I have been desiring him. This is not going to end well.
Dewayne stood up and then pulled me by my arms so I was standing. He got behind me and with one hand he grasped my neck. Not so much to choke me, but to hold me in place. He lifted me so I was forced to stand on my toes. With his other hand, he began feeling my chest, lightly twisted my right nipple and then made his way to my crotch. Dewayne reached under my balls and began patting them so the pouch of the thong joggled up and down. My hands were pressed against his crotch and I could feel his member harden. Dewayne whispered in my ear, “Rub me, you fucking asshole. Be nice to me and I will be nice to you. I’m your daddy now and you have to do what daddy says.” I did my best to fondle his gigantic package. Dewayne muttered, “Hum. Yeaaa. Rub that sperm worm. You love it. Hummmm.” He began chewing on my neck. Oooowww. That is going to cause a hickey. He said, “This is my lucky day. Score some crystal meth and finding you wrapped like a pretty present. You know what the say about about crystal? It mages you horny.” I remember attending a high school assembly regarding drugs and the presenter explained that crystal releases the brain’s stress hormone norepinephrine and ‘feel good’ chemicals dopamine and serotonin. Oh shit. I think I am going to be raped; a long, cold, disconnected and rough crystal-fuelled rape. I can’t believe it will be Dewayne who will take my virginity. I mean in gay way. I mean fucked in the ass! I don’t want him to release his nasty seed in my rectum. I screamed, “You’ll never get away with this!”, but what this freak heard was “Yw’ll nvvr ghth ehwy whth thsh.”
I began yelling for help. “Jim! Help me. Dewayne is going to rape and hurt me! Help!” However, it was muffled and sounded like, “huppee. eeen uuupp aapp eeenn eeehhh. hupp.” Dewayne said, “No. No. Can’t wait up sleeping beauty. I don’t think we need to worry since I couldn’t shake him awake. Just in case, I need to make sure you ain’t noisy.” His massive hand was removed from my neck and placed around my gagged mouth. He forced me to the ground, rolled me onto my back, and straddled my chest. Dewayne grabbed his tool bag, reached inside, and pulled out a roll of duct tape. As he tore off a piece of tape, I shook my head and yelled as loud as I could. Suddenly, Dewayne slapped me hard against my face which stunned me long enough so he could place the tape across my mouth and forced the ball gag even deeper in my mouth. Rip! Rip! Rip! Several more pieces were placed across my mouth. Again, I yelled, but hardly any noise was made. Dewayne patted the duct tape to ensure the sticky tape was adhered to my face. I squirmed and moaned into the gag. “No no no!” I repeated over and over. “Please don’t.” But the sounds came out only as soft muffled noises. No one could hear or understand my protests.
Dewayne stood up. He lifted me off the floor and placed me on my back, lengthwise on a large upholstered ottoman in front of the couch. He got on his knees on the floor at the foot of the ottoman. He took out a wire cutter from his tool bag and snipped the plastic cuffs around my ankles. I could spread my legs and the rest my feet flat on the floor. Dewayne yaked off the thong and slid them off me. He was very pleased with what he saw; a beautiful cock, hairless balls and an overall nice manscape leaving a trimmed patch of pubic hair. Dewayne grabbed two pieces of hemp rope and tied an end of each rope around an ankle. He then position himself between my legs. What is he doing now? He instructed me to bend my legs and prop my heels on the ottoman; as close to my ass as possible. I shook my head “no.” Rip! He had ripped another piece of duct tape and held it inches from my face. He said, “You will only have a couple of minutes before you pass out. Maybe even die. Do as I say and let me tie you up like I want and I will let you breathe again.” Breathe again? What does that mean? In an instant, he covered my nose with the tape and ensured my nostrils were sealed. Panic washed over me. I could not breathe through my nose or mouth. I raised my legs and propped my feet on the edge of the ottoman. Dewayne went to work trying the other ends of each hemp rope to my respective thighs, close to the crease between the top of my leg and groin. Ffffuuuuuccckkk! Hurry up!
I am now in a frogtie position. (The frogtie is a lower-body bondage position in which a person’s legs are bent fully at the knees. They are bound separately ankle-to-thigh, in the likeness of a crouched frog. Frogtie position is used for genital accessibility.) With my body’s natural inclination to spread my thighs to maintain balance while in this position, it made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I could feel cool air cascade over my greased anus. Dewayne was not aware I was about to suffocate. I think he got distracted by my riding up balls between my spread legs as he pawed them like a cat playing with a dangling toy. He reached around and removed the duct tape just before passing out. I began crying uncontrollably. “Hudda hudda huhfhhf huh ah ah hudda huhfhhf huh!”!”
Dewayne left me and went to the kitchen. I again tested my wrist bindings and tried to see if I could reach the knots binding my feet to my thighs. No luck. No way to escape. My only hope is for Jim to wake up or Clay to arrive. I believe the methamphetamine is clouding Dewayne’s judgement and heightened his sexual arousal. Dewayne returned with a few teaspoons of water in a juice glass and a spoon. He took out a plastic bag with a whitish powder from his tool bag and pour some of the powder in the water. He stirred until the powder dissolved. Next, Dewayne took a needless syringe out of his tool bag, stuck it in the water, pulled up the plunger and captured most of the liquid in the syringe. He then flipped me over so I was on my stomach on the ottoman. Dewayne said, “Ready for some booty bumping? I like to smoke my meth, but I guess a faggot like you would like it up your tater hole.” With that, he pressed the tip of the syringe against my anus. I tried to resist by pushing out, but it actually had the opposite effect and the tip breached my leather starfish. Before I could attempt to move in a way to dislodge the syringe; Dewayne pushed the plunger and the liquid coated my anal walls.
Dewayne then said, “I smell something good.” He flipped me on my stomach. He planted his nose in the sole of my right arched foot and he took a big whiff.” As he was nuzzling my foot with his face, he began massaging my left foot. He said, “Nice preppy feet. I bet these socks cost twenty dollars. Very satiny. You don’t know how long I wanted to do this. I would have worshipped your feet if you had taken me up on any of my invitations to my place. But no, you’re acted like you were too good for me. Playing hard to get. Fuck you! You ain’t got a choice now.” I hate to admit it, but it was actually feeling good having my feet massaged. It gave me a tingling feeling in my loins. I knew some men have feet, socks, or both fetish, but I never thought my feet, my socked feet, would be the object of someone’s desire. Maybe that is all he wants and not violate my butt.
Dewayne got up and left to go to my bedroom. I rested on my side and looked down and saw I was semi-erect and balls were drawn up. I would like to tug on my sweet meat, but the zip-tie cuff kept my hands behind my back. I think the methamphetamine has turned on the part of my brain that gives me pleasure. Regardless of my situation, I feel great. Well, a little overheated and restless, but great. I felt a need to talk. As I began talking non-stop, really about nothing, it was barely audible due to the double gag, a huge ball wedge deep in my mouth and tons of duct tape across my mouth. “Uuuuuuuummmmmm uuuuuuuummmmm mmmmmm ahah hum hum hum mmmmmmuuuufff.”
Dewayne returned to the room. In his hands were my well worn black Cole Haan low cut penny loafers. He held one up to his nose and took a big whiff. He mumble, “Oh ffffffuuuuucccckkk! Those are rank. A good rank. Smells like leather and sweaty feet. Let’s see them on.” Dewayne slipped my loafers in my feet and stood back. He said, “Ffffuuuuccckkk. I gotta take a picture of this.” He whipped out his phone and took a photo. A photo now exist with me bound, gagged, nude except my dress socks and loafers and my legs spread wide. Yep! Helpless. My twig and berries exposed and my butthole available to be sodomized. Wait! What is he typing? Did I hear swoosh sound like a message was just sent?
Dewayne played with my feet for a long time. Slipping my loafers off and on, smelling my feet and the inside of my shoes, sucking my toes, nibbling my soles, licking my heels and massaging my feet and calves. I started feeling tingling all over and I could feel my heart rate increase. I was sure the drug had fully kicked in and I was started to feel euphoric and as weird as it sounds; I felt invincible, heightened, confident, and secure regardless of the fact that I was actually powerless and being victimized my a crazed sexual deviant. My cock was now fully erect and my testes were busy making sperm. I was tired of the attention my feet were getting and I was wanting Dewayne to use his nasty mouth on my dick. I started rambling about what I wanted Dewayne to do to me even though I knew my speech was not recognizable due to being tightly gagged. “Suck my Italian penis. I want to blow a load in your nasty mouth. You don’t deserve my gentlemen’s relish, but my balls are aching. See my full ball sack…my testes have been busy producing sperm. Use those big hands all over my body. Rub my potty hole. Lick my pretty potty hole. Eat my delicious pretty pink potty hole. Make yourself useful, freak.” Uuuueee ooohhh aaa eeee muummm ah ah ah eeee mmuuufff. I know the reason I couldn’t stop trying to talk dirty was due to the illegal drug that has control over me.
Dewayne removed my shoes and tossed to the other side of the room. He said, “It is time to take care of business.” Dewayne removed his boots, pants, and underwear. He stood between my legs wearing his t-shirt and black boot socks. What took my breath away was his monster cock. It had to be ten inches long. The only time I ever saw a dick like that was when I watched vintage porn starring John Holmes. No! No! No! He pulled my my legs off the ottoman until they were bent at a 90 degree angles and my knees were dangling above the floor while my torso remained flat on the ottoman. I was in a perfect fuckable position. Dewayne positioned himself between my spread legs, pulled my asschecks apart and pressed his cock against my doodie hole. I was begging Dewayne not to fuck me. He is too big. I was paranoid that he would split me half. I think it just turned him on more as I moaned and thrashed around. He had no intention on being gentle. Dewayne just pushed and began entering me. In one hard thrust, his tip penetrated with a popping feeling. Fffffffffuuuuuucccckkkk! The pain overcame any drug-induced pleasure I was experiencing. He held onto my waist as he forced himself in me. Dewayne wanted me to suffer. I can’t explain how it felt to be incapable to defend myself. Powerless. Impaled. I think I briefly passed out due to the intense pain as my virgin hole was being violated. Tears was flowing down my face, I was shaking my head violently to try to indicate “no”, and I was screaming due to the pain. ‘Uummmm uuuummm uh uh uh.” The tight gag was doing its job and no one will be coming to my rescue. Dewayne laughed, “Yell all you want. This is your fault. Parading yourself like a proud peacock and treating me like shit. Then today….finding you all zip tied….unable to use fancy college words to talk me out of taking advantage of your rapeworthy ass because you had a big old rubber ball in your mouth. Uuummm. Your fuck hole is mind-blowing! It’s warm and slippery. It’s gripping my shaft.” He pulled back and shoved his cock back in even deeper. He then said, “Hmm, shaking your head no but look at your piss pump; it is nice and hard. I think it wants me to keep fucking you with my bitch splitter. Hum. Yea! Nice toasty hole. Just relax and take it. Ohhh. Tight-fitting frat boy.” I am being brutally raped.
I don’t know if it was the crystal meth, I had loosened up, I was having my fantasy fulfilled of being sexually assaulted or a combination of any of these factors; but the fucking started to feel good. Dewayne was drilling me like a jackhammer. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back as he thrust his dick in me as deep as possible. There was also a new sensation. I think my prostate is getting some action. I am leaking either prostate fluid or precum. My cock was rubbing on the wet leather covering of the ottoman as Dewayne fucked fucked fucked me. Regardless, I am going to cum soon. As Dewayne was fucking me, he reached around to my pecks and arched my back. His fingers found his way to my nipples and he began rolling them around between his thumbs and index fingers. I closed my eyes and imagine it was Jim fucking me. I wanted to please Jim so I tried my best to tighten my sphincter muscles. Dewayne mumbled, “Oh you are so fucking tight. Yea. Love your fat ass. Clench! You know you like it. Clench! Oh yea. I am close. I am……”. He stopped talking since there was a banging on the door.
Dewayne withdrew and ran to the door. My ass made a weird sound as air was sucked in my open hole. It had to be Clay. Dewayne opened the door and pulled a man by the arm into the apartment. Dewayne said, “Not so fucking loud, Calvin. You’re going to wake this shit’s boyfriend.” This man was a handsome thin black male in a white tank top, baggy jeans, black durag and high tops. Calvin said, “Who is it? How do you know he want tell the cops.” Dewayne lied and said I was a willing participant and I always had a fantasy of a gang bang. He said I actually said I wanted to treated like a fucking butter dumpster. I didn’t care. I was experiencing what I would call drug-induced ecstasy feeling.
Calvin slipped off his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. Another huge cock! Even bigger than Dewayne. I sort of started feeling inadequate with my little more than six inches dick. Dewayne flipped me over and moved me on the ottoman so I was laying crosswise on the furniture. My feet (unable to rest my feet on the floor due to the frogtie position) and head were dangling off the edges. Calvin position himself between my legs. Dewayne said, “He is a hot piece of ass. Grade A, don’t you agree? So, this means we are even. Right? I mean, fucking a rich white guy…straight…frat boy has to be worth $500. Right? I owe you $200, but I am willing to say we are even steven.” Calvin was getting himself hard and seemed to be ignoring Dewayne. Oh shit! His girth was much bigger than Dewayne. Calvin stare intensely at me as he masturbated. He said, “Yea man. We’re even. Now I ain’t got to fuck your ugly ass.” I felt like a cheap whore. This guy only cares about sticking his pole in something warm. I mean, he would fuck Dewayne to forgive a $200 debt.
Calvin lowered his face and began nibbling my taint, that sweet sensitive area between my butthole and balls. I began grinding my hips, trying to entice Calvin to work his way up to my tube steak. However, he made his way down to my anus. He said, “Nice pink fuck hole. Yea. This is going to be great.” Then he began licking my anus. It was the second time in one evening experiencing a sexual act involving oral-anal contact. He has no idea that Dewayne’s cock was just inside me. Probably licked up some of Dewayne’s precum. His tongue was long, smooth, warm and moist. The warmth of Calvin’s tongue was soothing to my sore asshole. This guy has amazing oral skills. Not sure who has the better oral skills, Calvin or Jim. Licking, flicking, switching between hard and soft—just barely, barely pushing his tongue in, like he’s making out with this most intimate part of me. Pulsing, teasing, wetting, sending waves of pleasure up through my body as my asshole twitches around and beneath his hungry mouth. As he was tonguing my ass, he reached up and began slowly rubbing the base of my cock. It was tender and felt amazing. Ever so often, Calvin would made eye contact with me. He said, “Just relax. You’re going to love what’s coming up next.”
Dewayne was straddling my head. I looked up to see his cock about a foot from my face. He was jerking off as he watch Calvin rimming my ass. Dewayne was dripping pearlescent frothy precum on my face. He then squatted and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to ungag you. Don’t fucking make a noise. I want you to suck on my dick. No teeth. Don’t bite. Get cute or hurt me, then I will fucking make you suffer. Got it.” I nodded.
Dewayne removed the duct tape and ball gag. It was a relieve to be able to close my mouth. My mouth was dry, but not for long. Dewayne’s hand was covering my mouth. He said, “Hey Calvin. Ready to spit roast this little piggy?” I looked up to see the two men smile at each other. Calvin spit a large about of saliva into his hand and applied the natural lubricant to his elephant cock. Dewayne slowly removed his hand from my mouth. My lips opened slightly as my neck bent backwards and my head was hanging off the side of the ottoman. Calvin pushed my legs into my chest; fully exposing my stink star. Simultaneously, they began entering my orifices.
Dewayne’s penis filled my mouth and in fact; was as effective as the ball gag in silencing me. On one hand, it was disgusting….tasted like smegma…man juice…my own shit. On the other hand, it was an aphrodisiac since it further stimulated my sexual desire…it was masculine…unmentionable.
Calvin pressed his beautiful dark-hued penis tip against my anus. There was less resistance due to the all the oral stimulation I had been in receipt of this evening, being lubed with Calvin’s slippery salvia and not to mention; getting loosen up by Dewayne. He made three thrust, one that got his tip in, next was half of his shaft and the third was when he was balls in deep. I heard myself, “MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMPH!” This seemed to excite Dewayne. Dewayne said, “What’s that? Are you thanking us the ass ramming and the zipper dinner? Yea. This is what you wanted. Good ole pork stuffing.” His dick seemed to have grown bigger in my mouth. My mouth was no longer dry since my salivary glands began producing more saliva than usual and Dewayne had a sleazy flow of pre-ejaculate juice oozing from his cock. Dewayne said, “Man! This boy knows how to give a sloppy toppy. His boyfriend in the next room is one lucky guy!” Calvin responded, “Yea. About this boyfriend. Does he have a tight hole like this pretty pony?” Dewayne explained that Jim was a big old bear and was a “giver and not receiver.” He didn’t mind loaning out his boyfriend (me) for others to fuck.
Calvin’s cock was much thicker than Dewayne’s member. He filled me completely. Calvin said, “Ohh yeaaaa! I got his tight little hole opened. It won’t be long before I load you up. For the last tens days, I was locked up. No pussy. No wake and shake. How lucky to get a call that there was a boy pussy available to be fucked. I will fill you full of my cum. Hhhuuummm. Tighter than a vagina. Yea, baby….hhhuuummm. You feel great.” He felt great.
Without any concern for any pain Calvin may be inflicting, he shoved his penis deep in my arse. In and all the way out. In and out. In and out. His cock veering in different directions. Finally, Calvin found a straight path and started rhythmically pumping his cock without withdrawing. He was fucking me with a nice steady tempo. This gave me a change to focus on the cock in my mouth. Dewayne said, “Now I get why they call this spit roasting. More like split roasting, huh? This little piggy ain’t going anywhere.” He was right. Without the use of my arms and hands since my bound wrist was underneath me and my ankles are bound to my thighs as well as the cocks in my ass and mouth; escape was not an option. Calvin and Dewayne had a steady flow with their hard cocks throbbing and bobbing in and out of me at the same time. I was like they were playing a human accordion. The sex noises including deep sighing, groaning, grunting, gagging and wet slapping added to the experience. I tried desperately to grip my saliva-drench-socked feet around the sides of Calvin’s chest, but my stompers were flapping like a fish out of water due to the harsh ass pounding I was going through. Spittle and precum was running down my face onto the floor. My cock was fully erect and my testicles tighten up close to my body. I can’t explain how it felt to be helpless….a real life sex toy that is only good for cum dumping. Either seminal fluids or prostate milk was building build up at the base of my penis. I feel an intense, tightening and tingling sensation. I think I am about to cum. I want to cum so fucking bad!
Calvin reposition my hips as his trust became more violent. His pelvis was slamming my buttocks. He was getting close. Dewayne bend forward and the next thing I knew, his tongue was licking my mushroom tip and flicking the walls of my piss slit. Calvin’s moans were getting louder and closer together. Then one deep thrust and he paused, then I felt him shudder as his cock exploded. He had a pretty good grip on my hips as I felt his cock twitched and spasm inside me. I can’t describe how it felt to have a guy’s dick thrusting inside me and the head of his cock pushing against my prostate gland, as well as the warm feeling of his cream of meat coating my anal walls.
I am about to blow my own load, hands-free. Oooooohhh. Now, my entire cock was in Dewayne’s nasty mouth. He is using his tongue all around, used his lips to suck and squeeze. Calvin, in some unknown way, tighten his mouth, tongue, and lips at the same time as he was taking me in and out. A velvet fuck! Someone is slightly squeezing my balls. Someone was pinching my nips. I screamed, “I’m cumming. Stop sucking my weenie! No. No. Don’t stop. Wait! I don’t want Dewayne to…I mean…shoot my wad in…oh…oh! Don’t sssssttttooooppp! I’m cummmming. I’m cummmmmmmiiinnng! I…I…I!” With Dewayne’s big old dick in my mouth, what was uttered sounded like “hhhuummm… hhhhuummmmmmhhhhuum….eeeew…eeeee…hhhuummm…mmmuuufff…uh…uh…aaaaaahhhhh! Dwayne held my cock in the deep throat position and then began choking on my love mayonnaise. My orgasm caused every muscle in my body to convulse which was an extra thrill for Calvin as my anal muscles squeezed out more white tears from his cock before withdrawing. Dewayne also withdrew leaving his member on my chin as he lifted his head and toward Calvin’s face as if he wanted to kiss him. Calvin slapped Dewayne hard across his face. Calvin said, “What the fuck man. I ain’t gay. You think you can kiss me with that ugly cock snot covered mug? Dewayne stuttered, “No man. I wasn’t….no like…hey….move, it is my turn.”
Dewayne and Calvin switched places. Dewayne put the tip of his raging boner against my swollen ringpiece. I said, “Please no, I need….MMMMUUUFFF.” Calvin’s hand covered my mouth with one of his hands as he grabbed the thong I was previously wearing. He said, “Shut the fuck up, he-whore.” He removed his hand and shoved Clay’s fabric dick sling in my mouth. Dewayne moved quickly and grabbed duct tape which he began tearing strips and handing them to Calvin…all the while Dewayne was penetrating me. Calvin applied the tape across my mouth. I was thankful he didn’t shove his huge badonkadong in my mouth because the girth would has dislocated my jaw. Calvin whispered in my ear, “Best backdoor cunt ever. Tighter than my old lady’s fart hole. Listen. If you ever need drugs, give me a call. Let me fuck you again, I’ll give you a good deal. Kinda like this Fifty Shades of Grey shit, so I’ll tie you up and take my time. If you are in this gang rape stuff, I can restrain you spread eagle on a bed with some rope and let some of my bros do some ass pounding. Yea. That is what you would like, right? The helplessness of being bound so you can just let go and let some dudes enjoy themselves. Maybe charge twenty dollars for a cum dump? See ya.” Calvin didn’t realize he just committed a class A felony by raping me. He wants to pimp me out. Calvin patted my side of my face and walked out the door. As he left, I thought it was the second time this evening that someone assumed I would only be worth twenty dollars per guy in a gang rape scenario. I’m not poor white trash needing chump change.
Dewayne easily slid his member in my well lubed and stretched poop chute. He said, “Fucking sloppy seconds. You were tighter earlier, but still a hot piece of ass. Nnnoooo! I was wrong. Your shitter snapped back. Ohhhhh yyyyyyyeeeaaa! Hhhhhuuummm! Do you like did before. Squeeze your butt. Show my cock a little loving. You know you love taken it up in the ass.” The sound of wet smacking as his cock went in and out of me filled the room. Some of Calvin’s sausage juice was being forced out my rectum. Dewayne began tracing his index fingers on the soles of my feet. I don’t know if it was because I just busted a nut, nylon socks were moist from sweat and slobber, or Dewayne was digging a little harder, but it was tickling like hell! I began thrashing around which Dewayne seemed to enjoy. “Hhhheee. Mmmmuuu. Uuuuhhh.”, were the noises I was making. The fucking and tickling caused my sphincter muscles to spasm. He could just relax and let me do the hard work of giving him a fuckdiculous time. I could tell he was getting close. He grabbed my ankles and just kept shoving his beef bullet in and out as fast and deep as physically possible. My danglers were bouncing around and believe it or not; I was getting aroused again. Dewayne also noticed and began stroking my chubby. He said, “You want to cum again, cunt?” I nodded. He then said, “Will you let me screw again, one day, soon?” I nodded again. Next he said, “You’ll let me smell your socked feet also.” I nodded with great vigor and began moaning since I was close. I would have agreed to donate a kidney, if asked; I just wanted to cum again. I think I had previously prostate orgasm. This was feeling different since. The first discharge caused my muscles throughout my body to become tense, I shuddered a bit, and I was seeing spots. I kept creaming and creaming for about two minutes. This was different, in that the the pleasure was centralized to my cock. I was screaming in the gag that I was cumming. As I shot my wad, it cascade all over my belly, and it was done. It was a quick, but a pleasurable, ending. I can’t believe Dewayne, of all people, made me experienced sexual pleasure…physical and psychological satisfaction as a result of this from erotic experience.
Dewayne began licking his fingers covered in my man juice. He then began loosing his load. I felt his cock twitching inside me and then pulsating as warm cum flooded my anal canal. Rather than completely finishing off inside me, he withdrew and sprayed some of his milky splooge on my belly and chest. Rude!
Dewayne got up and began dressing and gathering up his belongings. He looked longingly at me and then reached his hand toward my ass. Dewayne inserted his middle finger in my ass and began massaging my prostate. “Stop. Stop, motherfucker. I’m sore and sensitive.”, I tried to say. The stimulation made me almost piss. He withdrew and wiped his finger under my nose. The smell of the fluid was like a mixture of ammonia and rotten eggs.
I waited patiently to be untied and ungagged. However, Dewayne just left. Leaving me trussed up like a turkey covered in smelly ball snot…my poor abused ring piece leaking white ball snot. Rude! What is this ejaculate and evacuate shit? He used me for sex. He used me to pay a debt. Not even a thank you!
It was not much longer when the front door open. It was Clay. So, there I was….bound….gagged….legs wide open…..exposed genitals…..evidence of anal carnage…..covered in cum. He ran over to me and said, “O-M-G! Dude! Are you OK? Jim didn’t mean to do this to you. It was a mistake. The three of us can sit down and discuss this unfortunate incident. Please think before calling the police.” Of course I did not respond, because….I’m gagged!” He began untying my ankles from my thighs. Once undone, I was able to stretch my legs. Clay rolled me over and saw that my wrist was zip tied. He said, “I need to go to my truck. I have cutting pliers.” He affectionally patted my bare ass. Before he left, he help me stand on my own feet.
I could hear Jim stop snoring. He was awake. He stumbled into the living room while scratching his nuts. Jim said, “Where are my fucking clothes. Van! Are you……”. Then he saw me and he said, “Oh no. Van. I am so sorry. Did I do this to you. Yes! I remember now. I was upset that you found my secret stash of bondage supplies and Polaroids of Karen and Clay. Then I went to get breakfast with Larry. We went to the fraternity house and we started drinking beer, bourbon, something in shot glasses, and maybe smoked a little weed. I don’t remember when I got home, but wait….I found you….you were like wearing Clay’s thong…and….and; you were like already bound and gagged….nooooo….you had a zip tie cuff around your wrist….behind your back….another zip tie around you ankles….nooooo….I tightened them….I….I….I think I raped you. Oh Van. I am so sorry! Is that all my jism on you? Did I fuck you?” Jim ran to me and took me in his arms. My sticky torso was pressed against his furry chest. Jim reached around, inserted his middle finger between my cummy gluts and fingered my meat-hole. He withdrew his finger which was covered with jism. He yelled, “Oh shit! I did! My semen is coming out of you.”
Clay ran back in with the pliers in his hand. Jim said, “Clay! What are you doing here? Wait, I FaceTime you. Oh Clay! What have I done?” I have committed an unlawful sexual activity against the will of the a victim who was incapable of giving legal consent because of the fact he was restrained and I forced myself on him.” It was kind of sexy to hear Jim talk about legal stuff.
Clay calmly said, “I’m going to cut the plastic cuffs and you are going to take the tape off his mouth.” Jim began removing the tape. He said, “Van. I am so sorry. I love you. Oh. You know, like a brother. I never meant to hurt you.” Once the tape was removed, I spitted the thong out of my mouth. I saw tears welling up in his eyes. Before he had a chance to speak, I stood on my toes and planted a kiss on his lips. Jim was stunned. He them cupped my face in his hands and held me tight as he began kissing me passionately. His tongue slipped in my mouth and we began tonguing each other. We were moaning and smacking. Our dicks began swelling and were brushing against each other. Jim reach under my arms with his right muscular gun and pulled me into his chest. He grabbed my right ass cheek with his left hand…holding me up…keeping me on my toes. Wow! My wrist and ankles are still bound. Our bodies pressed together…heatedly…breathing heavily as our lips pressed together…tongue play…using our tongues to stimulate each other’s mouths for mutual sexual pleasure. I wanted so badly to touch Jim’s privates, but damn it; my hands were still secured behind my back. Clay said, “Dudes! Get a room.” Jim and I busted out laughing.
After Clay cut the cuffs off, I grabbed Jim’s biceps and said, “I’m in. I mean, I want to be involved with y’all’s business venture. You know, the OnlyFans account.” Clay and Jim looked at each other and nodded their heads. I guess they were dumbfounded since they made no verbal response.
I decided to never tell anyone about how Dewayne drugged me and that he and Calvin sexually assaulted me.
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