Bound in Bed: Loads 3&4
Neither Sir nor Lt. said a word for the remainder of our walk to the hotel from dinner. Up the steps, through the lobby, in the elevator, and during the long walk down the hallway, they were ominously quiet. If they were trying to scare me, they were succeeding.
Even as we entered the suite they said nothing, until finally Sir pointed to the dungeon that had been created and simply said, “Strip, on the bed, face up. Now.”
As threatening as that sounds, there’s something remarkably freeing about surrendering control. My heart was racing not knowing how punishing this experience would be, but I relished succumbing to authority. It was inexplicably alluring.
Unsurprisingly, my cock quickly rose to the occasion, and after I got my clothes off, I laid flat on my back. It wasn’t lost on me that there were five ropes laid out on the bed, one from each of the four corners and the fifth from the center of the foot of the bed.
I was barely settled when Sir and Lt. entered each carrying several leather straps, both ominously quiet. With Sir on one side of me and Lt. on the other, they efficiently secured a leather cuff around each wrist and attached my bound wrists to the ropes from the bed corners, each with a buckle on it allowing them to increase or decrease the tension. Once restrained, they pulled the arm straps snug, but not tight.
Then Lt. climbed between my legs and ordered me to spread them as far as I could saying, “Give me your balls.” I had been expecting (hoping actually) to be bound by my arms and legs, but my balls? I lifted my hips off the bed felt him attach the rope to the ball stretcher and gave it a tug. “Ugh” I gasped loudly, not expecting the force he used. He had attached my balls to the rope and let me know, in no uncertain terms, that he’d tighten it any time he pleased.
They used similar leather cuffs to secure my ankles to the corners at the foot of the bed and then—meticulously went back and forth making sure the tension was tightened consistently across my body….arms, legs, balls, arms, legs, balls, until they reached my level of tolerance. It was clear they’d done this before.
And not to be forgotten, earlier they had put my cock in a thick metal cock ring that pushed it nearly perpendicular to my body. I was stretched out like a human “X”, with my balls pulled toward the foot of the bed and my cock reaching for the sky.
I should’ve been afraid, but I had never been more aroused. The discomfort was a distant second to the stimulation of being nude, exposed, helpless, and incredibly vulnerable. It was, without question, the most erotic moment of my life; so much so, my mind had difficulty processing it. The fear fed my adrenaline, which, in turn fueled my horniness, which inevitably dripped from my cock.
After assessing their handiwork, Sir walked to the head of the bed and pulled a pillow out and slid it under my head saying sarcastically, “Your comfort is our priority”. They then turned off the lights, walked out of the room and closed the door behind them, leaving me in a pitch black room. I laid there for minutes in a state of arousal that’s impossible to describe. Half arousal and half terror. And once again, they intensified each other exponentially.
After a few minutes the video screen on the wall facing me (that I hadn’t even noticed) turned on and filled the room with a blueish TV glow. The image on the screen was a live feed of the sitting room on the other side of the wall. The room was empty for a few moments and then Sir and Lt., both in full leather gear, entered the room from each side of the screen and embraced one another. Sir wore a standard leather harness that sexily accentuated his pecs along with a leather jock strap with a removable pouch that looked like it was hiding decent size equipment. A leather strap conspicuously dropped down from the harness into and under the pouch of the jock, presumably attached to a cock ring. He was sexy beyond belief. Lt. may have looked even hotter. He wore a full leather body harness that highlighted his muscular torso and his meaty arms that, like Sir’s, left his muscular glutes exposed and begging for attention. I felt like I was watching kinky leather porn live in front of my eyes.
Now I understood why Sir had propped a pillow under my head. They were putting on a show for me and wanted me to see the screen. Although completely bound, I had a front row seat to these two leathered animals going at it.
They didn’t waste any time.
Sir pulled Lt.’s face to his and kissed him ravenously. In no time they were sucking each other’s tongues out of the other’s mouth. It occurred to me that the events of our first afternoon together had likely horned them up and they were ready for some serious man-on-man sex. But I was puzzled about the video show. Why weren’t they in here abusing me. What was this about?
They went at it hard. Sir, unsurprisingly, was the Alpha and they both played their roles perfectly. Lt. willingly dropped to his knees and gnawed at Sir’s leather pouch, hungry for what was behind it. As he unfastened and removed it with his teeth Sir viciously twisted Lt.’s nipples making him scream with delicious pain. They had each worked up a sweat so they glistened on the screen, only heightening the eroticism.
“Suck my cock Lieutenant”, Sir ordered once he’d successfully removed the leather pouch. “Show Thomas how I like it. Give him a lesson in cock sucking. Show him how real men play.”
“Fuck yeah,” answered Lt., who swallowed Sir’s cock deeper than I thought was humanly possible.
Sir turned and positioned themselves so that the two of them were now at a profile and Sir began to violently face fuck Lt. Looking straight into the camera, Sir growled, “You better be ready for this boy. This is how it’s done.”
Lt. gagged on his long cock, Sir continued to pound his throat, and I watched in awe. It was the hottest leather porn I’d ever watched, but it was real and soon I’d be in the middle of it. My cock was begging for attention and release. It would’ve exploded if even a tissue grazed it. I writhed to satisfy it, but knew it was hopeless.
Sir then grabbed Lt.’s harness and threw him on the couch that was directly behind him giving me full view of the action. He pushed him on his back, threw his legs in the air and aggressively spit into Lt.’s wide open hole. He plunged his face and tongued Lt.’s ass like he hadn’t eaten in a week. “Your hole is so fucking hot”, Sir croaked to Lt. “Eat me Sir, eat my sweet hole”, Lt. replied. It wasn’t lost on me that, during sex, Lt. assumed a subordinate role, which made sense in that Sir had explained that Lt. had been a sub at one point.
After a serious tongue-fucking, Sir pulled his head back and, looked straight into the camera said to me, “You better hope I go this easy on you”, and immediately plunged his entire cock into Lt. Lt. screamed with pain and soon Sir was fucking him with abandon.
Oh my fucking god was all I could think. This was beyond hot. I instinctively thrust my hips and tried to fuck the air, but that painfully tugged on my balls. All I could do was whimper, anticipating and fearing the same abuse Lt. was receiving.
Every so often, Sir would turn to the camera and taunt me, “You watching, boy? Can you see how I’m stretching his hole? That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.”
By this time I was ravenous for sex. If they walked into the room that moment and did anything—and I mean ANYTHING—to me and I would’ve happily taken it.
But, once again, they surprised me. Sir slowed down his pace and eventually pulled out of Lt. without cumming. He pulled Lt. up from the couch and back into an embrace where they lovingly made out, like earlier in the video. I’d been expecting Sir to shoot, but he didn’t, which pleased me. I was greedy; I wanted every drop of his creamy load for myself.
They continued their tender make-out session, talking quietly to each other. I wondered if they were planning what came next. Finally, turning to the camera, Sir said quietly, “We’re on our way in. You better be ready.”
The screen immediately disappeared and I was plunged back into darkness, giving me a moment to assess my situation. I was minutes away from fulfilling a years-long fantasy. They’d given me a taste earlier today with Jamal and Antonio, and they put on a show just now, but the solitude played games with my mind. I had only one thought: I wanted to sexually please my Masters with no regard for me.
After a moment, the door slowly opened allowing some light from the other room. I saw the silhouettes of two muscle bound bodies, inhaled the unmistakable scent of leather, sweat, and sex, and waited for what was next.
It was finally my turn.
Wordlessly, the two of them walked to the head of the bed; Sir on my left and Lt. on my right. Sir leaned down and lightly grazed my torso with his hand as if petting a cat and sighed, “What a beautiful boy. And this thick cock”, he added as he stroked it softly. “Too bad it’s not going to see much use.” Looking at Lt. he added, “It’s his mouth and hole we’re interested in.” “Fuck yeah”, he replied enthusiastically. “Let’s get started”.
"Relax”, sighed Sir. “We have two days to do nothing but work his holes. We’ll have more than enough time.”
They were talking to each other as if I weren’t even in the room, another signal of my nothingness.
“How’d you like my fuck, Lt?” Sir asked.
“You know how I liked it, Sir. Your cock is the best. I just wished you would’ve cum”.
“Speaking of my cock,” Sir added, I’ve got a little funk on it now that needs to be cleaned”, and with that he climbed on the bed, straddled me with his knees on either side of my head and lowered his cock to my mouth. He didn’t say a word; he knew I knew what to do.
I’d died and gone to slut heaven. This chiseled, sculpted dom was waiting for me to clean the cock that was only minutes ago fucking my other Master. I hungered for it….sweat, lube, funk, whatever. I opened my mouth wide and he laid it on my tongue, surprisingly gently. “Show me what you got and don’t disappoint me”, he commanded.
I was expecting a violent face fuck, but instead he was commanding me to perform, with the implied threat of retaliation if I disappointed him.
I was highly motivated to suck him dry right there and then. I gently cupped the bottom of his shaft with my tongue and wrapped my lips around it, getting about halfway up. Although my arms, legs, and balls were tied down to the bed, I had enough flexibility in my neck to bob up and down him. He reciprocated with slow, gentle thrusts, each meeting my mouth as I bobbed to him. We quickly worked into a sensuous rhythm with him pushing his cock deeper with every thrust. It finally grazed the back of my throat, but it occurred so slowly that I was able to take it without much gagging. “That’s it boy, take it all”, he growled. He continued, each thrust was deeper and lasted longer. “Yeah boy, I'm going to fuck your throat.” Each time he pulled out, I took a deep breath knowing I’d be deprived of oxygen even longer than the time before. We both knew the game. “That’s it baby boy, swallow Daddy’s thick cock.” Over and over he'd pull out to let me breath, and thrust down into my throat until I nearly passed out. “Take it you bitch. TAKE IT.” My face was covered with saliva, slime, and who knows what else, but my ability to please my Master far outweighed the discomfort.
As if that wasn’t enough, I felt Lt. climb between my legs from the bottom of the bed and gave the rope that was tied around my balls an aggressive tug. “Uhg” I gasped, with Sir’s cock in the back of my throat. The pain was immediately followed by Lt.’s warm mouth giving my aching balls a tongue bath. I wanted to wrap my arms around Sir and my legs around Lt. to signal my desire, but my limbs were pulled tightly in four different directions…and I was fighting to breathe.
“Does our hole like his balls being licked” Lt. asked with a sneer.
Lt. referred to me as a hole, continuing my dehumanizing slide. I could only reply with a mouthful of cock, but I tried, “eth thur” was the best I could do.
They fucking loved what they were doing to me and quickened their pace. Now Sir was skull fucking me, but I matched his pace with my head. I didn’t back down and that only got him hotter. There was slobber flying out of my mouth and dribbling down my face, but that was a price I knew I’d have to pay.
Likewise, Lt. had now moved up to my cock and was lowering his mouth on it, knowing how close I was to blowing. His warm wet mouth enveloping my needy cock almost sent me over the edge. I had to pull off of Sir to scream, “FUCK” as he lowered himself on me. My cock had been so teased and deprived ever since landing that I thought it would explode. Lt. pulled off grinning and, circling his fingers over the steel ball on the glans ring that pushed into my frenulum, the most sensitive spot on my (or anyone’s) cock, and said, “That’s exactly what this is for…to keep you from cumming. Remember, you cum and your fun is over.”
He was horny too so didn’t hesitate to go back down on me, but thankfully, he took it easy. Sir’s skull fucking had slowed down but I still hungered for his cock, so I lifted my head to take it back, but this time I focused exclusively on the head. We had the whole night ahead of us and I wanted to give him pleasure he never imagined. I carefully wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and found his hyper-sensitive frenulum and worked it with my tongue. If I was going to be denied that pleasure, I wanted to make sure he received his share and mine. He groaned with approval almost the minute I did that so I knew I was in the right place. I worked it more vigorously and he was going insane. Sensing the energy from above him, Lt. wet his middle finger, and, while continuing to suck my cock, began to push his moistened finger up into my hole. It wasn’t easy as the rope had my balls pulled down to the mattress, but he wedged his hand under may ass and found it.
Now all three of us were moaning. I was helpless. I had my Master’s cock in my mouth and Lt. (a bit of a slut himself) was feasting on my very thick cock while massaging my hole. The room overflowed with testosterone, sweat and moans.
Eventually, Sir called an audible, “Let’s take a break Lt.”, he ordered. “Let’s show this slut what it really means to be helpless.” He then pulled his cock out of my mouth, slapped it hard against my cheek and added, “You’ll be seeing more of this later, boy.”
Looking at me, Lt. said to Sir, “I think he looks a little too…comfortable. Let’s tighten these up a bit”, pointing to the restraint ropes. I didn’t know how much tighter I could endure, but I was about to find out. The device that tightened them made a clicking sound for each increment of tightness. Starting with one arm…one click, ouch. Second click, shit! Third click, OMFG. After he repeated that with my other three appendages, he walked to the foot of the bed and did the same with the leather strap that was attached to my balls. One….”oh fuck”, I muttered. Two, “OMFG”. Three…”Please sir, please, no more..” I begged.
I had almost crossed the Rubicon from erotic discomfort to pain. It wasn’t excruciating, but they were approaching my limit. Strangely, my cock didn’t agree, as it was now harder, thicker, and wetter than ever. “Look at our boy’s cock,” Sir remarked as he rubbed the tip with his thumb. “It sure seems to be enjoying itself. I’ve never seen such a leaker…he’s practically cumming.” Lt. leaned over to see, and impishly said, “Mmmmm, I’m not letting his delicious pre go to waste”, and leaned down and took my entire cock in his mouth sucking hard to get every drop of pre out of me. “Tasty,” he smirked. His warm mouth enveloping my cock nearly pushed me over the edge, “Please Sirs”, I begged. Nearly in tears I added, “I’m so close…I don’t want this to end.”
“That’s the spirit”, Sir said with a smile. “But we’re going to keep you close….very, very close.”
I didn’t know whether to moan with ecstasy or whimper with pain. I was experiencing both equally. My mind was near exploding. And then it got better/worse.
Lt., the pro at BDSM, reached behind him and picked up something I couldn’t see. “Should I do the honors, Sir?” he asked.
“Of course”, replied Sir. “Start easy because we’re going to want to tighten those up as the night goes on.”
I didn’t know what they were talking about but I found out quickly. Lt. grabbed my left nipple with his fingers, squeezed it hard and then clamped it. I’d never experienced nipple clamps and was pleasantly surprised it was not as painful as I anticipated…actually even sexy. It may have been because Lt. clamped it more on my pec than the tip of my nipple, but either way, it felt strangely hot. He reached over me to clamp my right nipple and offered Sir the chain that connected the clamps. “You can do the honors now Sir.”
With that, Sir gave it an aggressive but not unbearable tug. I flinched, groaned and bucked my hips into the air which only pulled my tortured balls even harder. Then he did it again, harder. And again, and again, until I was begging him to stop. I loved it and loathed it simultaneously.
They stood back and admired their handiwork and Sir commented, “What a beautiful, beautiful man.” I almost wept when I heard that, and then he added, “I can’t wait to wreck him.”
Remembering this was all being taped, Sir propped my head up with his hand so I could see the screen, and walking around the bed he pointed out every element of my indignity, “Look at the whore on the screen. Arms and legs bound, balls being stretched…”, and pulling the chain connecting my nipple clamps hard, he added, “…and these bad boys. You like this boy? You like having your nipples clamped like this? You like men like Lt. and me abusing you? Are you our slut?”
I didn’t know how to respond. The answer was clearly ‘yes’ but to say it out loud would be the ultimate recognition of my demise.
Irritated by my lack of response, Sir tugged the chain between my nipples harder than ever and shouted, “Give me an answer boy!”
I gulped and whispered, “Yes Sirs, I’m a slut. I’m YOUR slut, Sirs.”
Sir smiled, leaned down and kissed my tenderly. “Good boy, Thomas. Good boy.”
I couldn’t process what was going on. I was bound, immobilized and in sexual pain, a scenario I had fantasized about for years. On top of that I had been forced to verbalize my wretchedness. It was uncomfortable, even painful, but most of all, excruciatingly humiliating. I cannot explain it, it even sounds preposterous to acknowledge, but I loved every second of it.
The next two hours were pure bliss/torture. They pinwheeled my cock and balls, tightened and tugged my nipple clamps, edged me to the point of orgasm until I begged them to stop, vigorously slapped my cock which continued to stand at attention, and even spit in my mouth. It was hell. It was a dream come true.
Then they got really serious.
First, Lt. removed the tit clamps which was infinitely more painful than when he clamped them. For the first time, I was in real pain. But fortunately, it passed quickly. He then moved to my feet and released my balls from the rope that pulled them to the end of the bed and released my ankles from the straps that had pulled me into a human “X”. This allowed me to bicycle them to get the blood flowing again. After a few minutes they each grabbed an ankle, folded me in half and attached my ankle cuffs to the cuffs on my wrists. This left me folded in two, legs spread wide open into a “V”, my ass completely exposed and waiting to be fucked.
Sir didn’t waste any time. Now only clad in his leather harness and the remnants of his leather jock strap exposing his long cock, he climbed between my legs to feast on my hole. “This is one deliciously sexy hole”, he announced once he was down there. “This will do just fine, wouldn’t you say, Lt.?”
“Fuck year, Sir, I’ve been eating it out for the last hour to get it ready for you. I’m heading up here”, climbing up to the head of the bed, “because now I’m going to use his mouth.”
Lt. climbed up to the top of the bed and straddled me again and, like Sir had before, lowered his cock to my lips. “Hope you’re hungry, slut. Open up” was all he said as he sank his thick, veiny cock into my mouth. Fuck yes I was hungry. After two hours of their physical abuse, I craved real sex. I wanted both my holes filled….and abused. When his cock filled my mouth I sucked him as if sucking the cum out of him would end my famine. I used my mouth, tongue, and throat like tools; I desperately needed to taste his seed. I hungered for the respect I’d receive if I sucked him dry.
Meanwhile, with my legs in the air and my hole begging to be used, Sir forcefully licked, tongued and generally destroyed my hole with his tongue. Sir’s expertise downstairs encouraged me to even more vigorously suck Lt. These were real pros that were investing in me. They set the bar high and I didn’t want to disappoint.
After endless licking and spitting into my hole, Sir declared, “He’s ready.” He stood up on the bed, spit on his cock one more time, and pressed into me slowly. I wanted to scream from the pain and pleasure, but my mouth was filled with Lt.’s cock.
“FUCK YOUR HOLE IS TIGHT!” he exclaimed. He started slowly, but after just a few gentle thrusts, he went wild. He slammed into me with such force it knocked my head into the headboard and I nearly took Lt. with me. It happened so quickly and with such intensity, I didn’t have time to process it. All I knew was, at first there was searing pain, but it quickly dissipated and became pure pleasure. Another fantasy coming true, and it was as good as I had imagined. I was helplessly being fucked to hell and back by a man in leather, while another man in leather was face fucking me with equal vigor. I don’t know if they rehearsed this, or the scene was organic, but it rivaled any porn film I’d jacked off to.
However, trouble arose on horizon. Before long, Sir’s cock had found my prostate and was giving it an incredible workout. I could feel the precum dripping down my cock and if he continued, I’d cum without even touching my cock.
I tried my best to pull my mouth off of Lt. and finally spit out the words, “Pth thir, Im gon cum”. That was Sir’s cue to slow down. He knew I was losing control, and would have to make good on his threat to pull the plug if I came.
He pulled out and said, Lt., let’s take a break and give our sexy daddy a little time to pull himself together. He knows the consequences if he cums, and none of us want that, isn’t that right Thomas?”
“Thank you, Sir,” was the only thing I could choke out.
Sir and Lt. traded places twice before their big ending. I stayed folded in half with my ankles fastened to my wrists giving them full access to my hole. I had a pillow under my head to give Sir leverage to deep throat me again, and each time was rougher. Likewise, while Lt.’s cock wasn’t as long as Sir’s, it was significantly thicker and stretched out my hole in ways Sir’s did not.
As the night continued, they got more and more worked up. After the third switch-up, with Sir fucking my hole and Lt. fucking my face, they were close. I slipped into a trance where my entire world was reduced to my two Master’s cocks. All I wanted was to give them pleasure. Nothing else existed. I was beyond pain or discomfort. I was experiencing an unknown mental state that my mind had trouble processing.
At the same time, Sir’s cock penetrated me with a depth that had never been reached, tonight or ever, and I felt his cock expand even deeper into me and his body stiffen. “I’M CUMMING. FUCK, take it Thomas, take us both.” I could feel a volcano of hot lava erupt in my bowels, but, at the same time, an equally forceful blast of cum shot into my throat, mouth, and over my face. I lost count but it seemed like both of them spasmed at least 10 times before they stopped. I don’t know, but I can’t imagine either had ever had a more forceful orgasm.
Meanwhile, my cock was now ridiculously swollen, especially the head which was still being pinched by the glans ring. And despite the force of their respective orgasms, the best was yet to come.
Once they had come back to earth, they tenderly removed my wrists and ankles from their restraints, laid me on my back and allowed me to stretch out. Before we got too comfortable, Lt. reached for the smelly magic marker, sighed, “What a slut” and added hashmarks 3&4. With that ceremony behind us, each of them crawled on either side of me, snuggling into me with a tenderness I didn’t see coming.
We were covered with sweat, grime, and cum (and magic marker), and couldn’t have been more satisfied.
“You did great, Thomas”, sir whispered in my ear, loud enough for Lt. to hear as well. “Did we work you too hard?”
“Pretty close, Sir, but I survived.” I said proudly.
Having not cum myself, I was deprived of the post-nut glow that they were experiencing, so I hadn’t decompressed the way they had. I badly needed a break, but I was still horny beyond belief.
It was just then that we all became aware something was going on in the other room. Apparently, someone had quietly entered the suite while we were at the zenith of our experience. I lifted my head off the pillow to see the silhouette of a very sexy man standing in the doorway watching us, wearing nothing but black bikini briefs.
It was Antonio.
