After my last encounter I was more than just a bit confused.
What had these guys done to me? Was I really gay?
I was desperately hoping for a calm weekend to process all that had happened - but that was not to be.
In the afternoon as I was just finishing my last meeting for the week I checked my mail for a final time. What I had dreaded the most had happened, they had send another mail.
Tonight, 19:00.
Codeword is “Red”.
Do what he tells you to. Otherwise we have a nice video to show to your boss and your coworkers.
What was I supposed to do? Who was he?
I did the only thing that I could even think of. I answered.
Understood.
I went home ok and started to prepare. Cleaning my place and laying out the supplies whoever would visit later would need. Rope, tape, condoms. What had I gotten myself into? And why was I so excited? I decided on a normal, comfortable outfit. T-shirt and pants, just what I would be wearing normally.
The time was approaching fast and I was getting ever nervous. What would happen? Whould just someone come and rape me again? That would not be too bad, I could handle that and I was looking forward to it. Kinda at least.
All to soon I heard the doorbell and went over to open. In front of my door was an older gentleman wearing a suite and a briefcase. That surely was not what I had expected.
“Yes? Can I help you?”
“I think so. Red?”
Fuck
“Come in please.”
I closed the door after him and followed him into my living room. He sat his briefcase down on my dining table and opened it so that I could not see the contents.
“Can I offer you something?” I asked trying to be polite.
“I have all I need.” He answered softly.
“Strip down to your underwear and stand facing this wall, hands behind your back.” He commanded
I took of my clothes as instructed and stood next to the wall. I was so nervous I jumped a bit when I felt his hand touching my wrist. Before I could react cold steel clicked around it and directly afterwards around my other wrist. I swallowed dry.
“Open.”
I opened my mouth nervously and a rag was shoved in. I calmed down a bit. So far this was very much along the lines that I had come to expect. Maybe this would not be so bad after all. I was also getting excited as I was now helplessly cuffed and gagged in my own living room with a total stranger.
For several minutes I could only hear him doing something, arranging things.
I firm grip around my arm made me turn around. He was wearing a mask that made his face unrecognizable. Beside some surgical gloves he was naked. He maneuvered me towards a chair that was standing next to the table and had me sit down. In front of the chair at the opposite wall was a camera on a tripod with a blinking light assumingly recording.
He proceeded to apply zip ties to tie my ankles and legs to the legs of the chair, slightly spreading them until I was unable to move them even a tiny bit.
He then release the cuffs around my wrists and zip tied my arms to the side of the chair. I carefully tested my bonds but they where really tied and uncomfortable. He stood back and stroked my chin with his gloved hands. I was turned on and quite a bit scared.
He then produced a roll of cling film and started applying it to my chest and worked his way down to my upper legs. Once he was done I was pretty warm and very much joined with the chair for good.
He then walked back to the camera to check on it. He was obviously satisfied as he returned to my side and reached into his suitcase. He placed some pliers on the table next to me. That was odd. Then a large pair of mean looking scissors. That got me concerned. When he placed a set of scalpels next to it I was starting to struggle in my bonds. The zip ties together with the cling film and the sturdy metal chair was not giving me any wiggle room.
“I suggest you calm down. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He said calmy.
He placed one hand on my shoulder, with the other one he slowly stroked his massive boner.
I finally managed to calm down a bit.
He stepped behind me, I tried to look at him but to no avail.
With a quick move he brought a large swat of cling wrap down over my face and pulled it tight, immobilizing my head against his belly. I struggled for all I was worth, trying desperately to scream for help and free myself.
As my vision started to close in from the edges my struggles got weaker as I no longer had the energy for it. Was this the end?
And just like that the film was removed and I was greedily sucking in the fresh air.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear: “That wasn’t too bad now, was it?”
I tried to shake my head yes but did not get very far as he pulled the film on over my face again and pulled it tight. I was again fighting for my life, tightly restrained on my own chair in my own living room. I struggled futilely until I started passing out.
The next thing I remember is that I’m waking up. I’m tightly tied to a chair in my living room being recorded by a camera. To my left is this total stranger, naked with a mask and surgical gloves who is slowing jerking an enormous erection while watching me.
“Good. We can play some more.”
He grabs the scalpel and I try very hard not to panic. He carefully removes my boxers by cutting them away fully exposing me to the camera.
He walks behind me again, I automatically start struggling to try and make it difficult for him to suffocate me again. But instead of the dreaded cling film I feel his gentle hands on my shoulders slowly rubbing them.
“There, there. Easy now. You did good.”
One of his hands starts stroking my neck while the other one is exploring down my chest and my belly right into my crotch to my semi-erect dick. The surgical gloves do feel odd. Not bad just odd. As he starts stroking my dick it gets hard fast. His other hand takes hold of my neck immobilizing it. As he starts stroking my dick slightly faster and firmer his other hand covers my packed and taped mouth. A low moan escaped my gag, I just cant help it. I can basically hear him grinning.
His grip on my dick tightens as his other hand moves to cover my nose as well shutting of my air supply. As he jerks me off my head is held fast and I’m forced to look into the camera as I try to fight his grip.
He expertly plays my body. Intensifying his grip on my dick as I struggle to breath only to stop for a moment to let me get some air. Just as I’m close to cumming he releases my dick and covers my mouth and nose with both of his hands. He barely lets go as I’m about to pass out. After a moment of rest, three to four deep breaths he starts again, driving me wild and insane with a mixture of lust, pleasure and pure terror.
I have no idea how long this continues as it all starts to blur together. At some point I almost manage to climax and am brutally denied. He steps aside retrieving a roll of tape and a large clear plastic bag. My mind refuses to process what is about to happen as I’m focusing on breathing with using this unusually long break to get as much air as I can.
He again steps behind me and starts again to jerk me off. I’m very close to climaxing when he stops. He pulls the bag over my head and secures it at my neck using the tape. He slowly walkes around me, admiring his work. The sight of him would be almost comically would I be in a different position as he slowly circles me, naked with this stupid mask, the surgical gloves and his boner.
The bag slowly starts to fog as he starts jerking me off once more. It is hard to focus on anything as I’m getting ever closer to panicking as my air runs low slowly but steadily. He does not seem to care as he jerks me off even more intensive while I pass out.
This time he does not stop as I have the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my life so far just before I pass out.
When I come to I’m confused. I’m no longer sitting in the chair but lying on a hard surface. I think it is my table but I can’t tell as I’m blindfolded. My arms are tied at my back painfully. It feels like my shoulders are about to be pulled out of the sockets. The bastard has tied my arms so tight my elbows are touching. That my legs are spread and tied in place is not helping the situation.
The warmth and pressure I’m feeling from my ass is the guy slowly working his dick into my ass. Looks like he did not want to wait for me to wake up. With a big push he manages to shove his dick in my ass producing a muffled grunt from me. He starts picking up the pace, not worried about going slow or being gentle. His hands reach for my neck enclosing it. As he starts to strangle me his pounding gets ever more intense.
The last thing I feel is his body starting to shake and stiffen then darkness claims me.
