If you can remember my predicament. I just got raped in my hotel suite by an intruder who had mistaken me for another hotel guest. He forced me to swallow two Viagra pills. Once he discovered he sexually assaulted a stranger rather than a paid john, he left in a hurry; leaving me bound, gagged, hard and horny. He left behind his backpack full of bondage gear and soon to be discovered other little surprises.
I was found later by my boss, Larry, a successful Mississippi attorney, in a tight hogtie…which as you know, hogties are famous for being really constrictive and hard to escape…that motherfucker who raped just a few hours ago is someone who is experienced in tying hands…used several knots, each out of reach of my fingers…also, with a huge ball gag in mouth…rendering me unable to speak, increasing the feeling of submission…wearing a skimpy and practically diaphanous thong…wearing OTC black thick and thin socks..that…well…seems weird…since the socks are more like women’s hosiery than men's socks. He assumed I was a wrapped gift for his sexual pleasure..wearing items that only made me more desirable to him. Larry is so fucking stupid if he thinks I am so infatuated with him or willing to do anything to make partner that I would use restraints on myself, wear a skimpy undergarment and hope he will find a way to let himself in my private hotel room and ravish me…use me for his own guilty pleasure. He is making such assumptions based on what he read on a piece of paper left in my room by the intruder with a story written by a guy named Bill who is actually staying at the same hotel, specifically in room 1304. Not in 1404 where I am now being held captive as a sexual object.
Larry was very pleased and pepped up…possibly due to being intoxicated…possibly since he liked what he was seeing…possibly because he was excited about what he could do to me. Even if I could tell him it was a huge mistake, which I couldn’t due to the gag; it could be the end of my cushy job with Larry’s law firm if I didn’t go along with this new scenario. I would have to submit and endure another sexual assault in the same evening. I’m sure Larry will go easy on me.
Larry was massaging my feet with his strong hands. He altered between deep tissue massage which involved applying sustained pressure using slow, deep strokes to target the inner layers of my muscles and connective tissues to light rubbing of my stocking feet that felt soft. I hate to say this, but I was enjoying myself. It was relaxing and sexually arousing at the same time. I was unable to reciprocate which was fine by me. Maybe he will whip out his crusty old dick and rub it up and down my feet to mimic the motion of a hand job. I guess he will expect for me to use my arches and toes to grip his member. I am already dreading how it will feel when he shoots his load on the bottom of my stocking feet. Thick. Hot. Sticky. Smelly. Yuk! Regardless, I hope this won’t last long.
Larry said, “Look at these feet encased in the see-through silk…graceful…well-maintained…elegant…proportioned…delicately shaped toes…smooth soles…natural beauties…a little smelly, but I like it. These fucking amazing thick-n-thin dress socks…with cap toes…cap heels. Mmuummm. Socks of this thinness look elegant and streamlined. I guess what I mean is that these socks are thin enough for an elegant silhouette on your feet. These proper over-the-calf socks not only look great, but they stay up all day. That is why these type of finer dress-style socks are my favorite. Fuck, Chip! I can’t thank you enough for wearing them. It is a win-win situation. Doesn't the sheer texture of your striped nylon socks enhance the sensual experience? Don’t you love feeling the luxurious softness against your skin as these socks caress your feet with their delicate, sheer texture. I know that Indulging in the sensual pleasure they provide will enhancing our intimate moments.”
Larry began to nibbling the soles of my feet. This was different. It was ticklish. I began to struggle and giggling. He begins to alternate his oral assault techniques on my feet by using long lingering licks, full on French kissing, as well as gnawing. I felt tingling all over my body. Larry held firm to the rope which bound my ankles with one hand and began massaging my calves with his other hand. As I am thrashing around, Larry removed his hand from my calves and placed it on my lower back where he pressed down enough to ensure I couldn’t roll side to side. I am only left with flexing my feet which Larry seemed to enjoy being lightly slapped with toes and balls of my feet as he chows down on my arches. This went on for a very long time and I became exhausted. He finally took pity on me and began sucking on my toes and using his tongue to push the fabric of my socks between my digits in an attempt to wrap as much of his tongue around each toe. Larry moaned, “Smells and taste like sweat and leather. Hhuummm, yea, my boy. Got you some sweet tootsies. Nnnniiiiicccceee gentleman socks. Classy. Yea. I have been waiting a long time to get my hands on these beauties.” As I began to relax, he starts to move his hand from my back to my buttocks. I look toward the closet door mirror and see that Larry has half of my right foot in his mouth and he rubbing each of my rotund ass cheeks with his fingertips in alternate circular motions. Larry said, “You’re hairier than I imagined. Don’t get me wrong. It is a nice surprise. I love that peach fuzz all over your full and beautiful butt. Manly. Yea. A nice juicy caboosey. How I admire them as you walked around in tight pants. Shaking those shit pillows.” I could feel my ass cheeks slapped together and then spread apart while cold air flow across my crack and asshole. With his index finger, he traced the string of the thong covering my perineal raphe, the visible line of tissue between my anus and balls, so lovingly. Next, he spread my mounds as far apart as he could and used his left index finger to hook the string of the thong. Larry then moved this thin piece of fabric to the side and then begins touching my vulnerable anus with his right index finger. Larry said, “Oh yea. That is a hot light-colored anus. So velvety. Is that lube that I am feeling? What have you been up to Chip? Well any way, I appreciate you loosening yourself up.” Loosen myself up? Is he about to insert his finger in me….or worse, his dick? Doesn’t Larry know that he’s about to commit same-sex rape? Foot play is one thing, but inserting anything in another person’s orifice without permission is a serious crime.
I wanted to respond so I said, “Please. Please. Stop, Larry. This has gone too far. I can’t, I won’t, be penetrated again, in any way.”; but of course it came out as, “eeeeeee, muuuuuuufff, hhuuum, ayyy.” I think Larry interpreted my attempts to plead for him to stop as confirmation that I had prepared myself for his pleasure. Anyway, it dawned on me that even if I tried to struggle, yell or whatever; Larry will think it is all part of the role-playing scenario.
Larry got off the bed and went into the room where the backpack was left. I heard him say, “What a kinky bastard. This is going to be fun!” He brought the bag in the bedroom and dumped the contents on a chair. I saw long strands of hemp rope, duct tape, various gags, leather paddle, clothes pins, butt plugs, adjustable plier nipple clamps, dildos, a cock cage kit, lube, rags, used socks, bandannas, condoms, a plastic prescription vial, and an large amber bottle filled with liquid. He placed some of the items on the desk including the vial and bottle. Larry lifted the vial and stated, “Let’s see. Viagra. Chip! Who gave you these? Did you think I need them? I don’t. But, what the hell. I’ll take a few.” Then he picked up the bottle and said, “What is this? It has chcl3 written on the label. Let me see what that is?” He took out his cell phone and conducts an Internet search. Larry then yelled, “Oh shit! This is hardcore. Dude! We were destined to meet. I have always wanted to do what we are about to do.” What does he means? What is chcl3? Damn! I wish I paid closer attention in my chemistry class in high school.
Larry picked up a sleek silicone odd looking device in the shape somewhere between the letters C and L. He slathered lube on it. Larry said, “Hum. A remote-control prostate massager. The instructions indicated that this beauty delivers deep rumbly vibrations in ten different patterns. The more bulbous top is the actual prostate massager and the lower half is a perineum massager.” Larry stated, “I think we need to change how your tied so I can have better access.” He untied the rope used to hogtie me causing my bound feet to be released so I am now laying flat. Larry untied my ankles. He grabbed the waistband of the thong, slid it down my legs and then totally off my body. He wadded the thong in a ball and shoved it in his pocket. Since I was robbed of my undergarment, my genitals, anus and perineum seemed unprotected and unbelievably; in jeopardy of sexual contact…like fondling…penetrating…without my explicit consent. Why didn’t I roll over…kick him…jump off the bed…run to the door…escape? No. I just laid there…passivity…"like a lamb to the slaughter"…being led into danger without resistance. Was it because he is my boss? Was it because I thought I deserve the sexual assault due to the nonverbal messages I was sending throughout the evening….letting him rub my thighs…not stopping him from the rubbing of my balls with his pinky….using my foot to play with my shoe, lifting and dangling it…knowing it was an erotic act for Larry? Then he took two 8’ length of hemp rope and tied one end tightly around my separated ankles. Larry then bent each leg, wrap the hemp rope around each thigh, and then tied off the other ends. So technically, I am back in a hogtie with each of my heels almost touching my ass cheeks. My knees are left free and widely spread. I believe it is what is called a frogtie. Since I am in this bondage position, Larry will have easy access to my sore pucker. The way my glutes were splayed, I was experiencing an anus cool breeze…a sensation of a refreshing cool breeze in my anal area. My bound wrist are still in the middle of my back since Larry did not untie the rope which attached the bindings around my wrist to the collar around my neck.
Larry reached down and grabbed my nuts and for several minutes, he delicately massaged my bro globes as if he was playing with marbles…warming them up…hhhuummm…pushing energy up my shaft. I couldn’t help but thinking that he has me by the balls…literally…so, Larry is in a position of power over me which he has always had as my boss and presently my sexual assailant. He then brought the device over to the bed. Larry laughed and said, “Get ready and open up that man cunt.” What does he mean, open up? How do I open my asshole without the use of my hands? Cunt? That motherfucker!
Larry placed the tip of the lubed prostate massager against my trembling butthole. He began to apply pressure. He said, “Oh yea. Nice and tight.” I guess the muscles in my bum are incredibly resilient and snapped back after all the rough penetrative anal sex that occurred earlier. I started taking deep breaths…knowing that being tense will only make any discomfort worse. With some effort…Larry pushed the sex toy past my barrier…in my anal canal…with the aid of lube on the massager.…the nut butter already inside me…my sphincter muscles were conditioned to contract due to being fuck an hour earlier…I was plugged…feeling the fullness…the wider base prevented the massager from getting sucked in too far……however, it is cleverly created to stay put. He then put the remote in the lowest setting and turned it on. The bottom part starts stimulating the erogenous zone between my testicles and anus. The bulbous top deep inside was vibrating my swollen prostate. Larry said, “Shit. How do you like that cheap sex toy is milking your walnut? Nothing you can do to prevent it from happening. Can’t reach it with your hands…can’t shit it out due to the design. Fuck! Well, it looks so fucking hot as it causes your ass to shake since It is encased between your two hemispheres that looks like they are filled with jello. Ha! Ha! It looks like your ass cheeks are playing patty cake with no hands.” I start squirming and moaning. Didn’t expect the way it felt. At first, it was awkward, uncomfortable, and painful. After a few minutes of stimulating the nerves attached to my G-spot, which I assumed was releasing dopamine in my brain, it started feeling like someone lighting a fire in my feet and feeling it slowly spread all the way up my body. Ooohhh. I love this! I was having an absolutely rush of nothing but pleasure. Being bound…powerless to stop the pleasuring…knowing a grown-ass man was obtaining sexual gratification by looking at me as a sexual object…visual stimuli for this old fucker who has been obsessed with me and now he has me nude except for the fetishized dress socks…watching me struggling…watching me dry humping the bed. Not only was the device humming, but I was matching the noise with my own inaudible utterance. “Uuuuuummmmm.” I wanted to jack myself off so bad. There was nothing I could do.
Larry decided to roll me over. The way I was bound, my head, shoulders, toes and the ball of my feet were touching the bed and my back, ass, thighs, heels and arches of my feet were not making contact to the bed. My arms and bound wrist lay comfortably beneath me and kept me from falling over. My chunky six inch dick was hard with enlarged penile veins. I began humping the air…a possible automatic response…simulating I was fucking something….such libidinous behavior. Damn Viagra! My tip was glistening due to syrupy milky juice flowing from my pee-hole. My huge balls were drawn tight in my pinkish shaved ball sack. Fffffuuuuucccckkkk! In this position, the prostate massager was sucked in further my booty chute…stroking more surface area of my P-spot…causing prostatic congestion since my prostate gland was swollen with excess fluid, commonly known as blue balls. It was an aching, heavy sensation in and around my testicles. If only I could rub my agonizing balls…play with myself…beat my meat…bust a nut, but I can’t. “Mmmuuuffff!” I’m so fucking frustrated…I’m so full of lustful desires
Larry left for a moment and returned with a glass of water, showed me that he had two Viagra pills in his hand and then consumed the pills. He said, “Let’s give the pills some time to work. In the meantime, let me take care of that beautiful cock.” Larry crawled between my legs and began licking and sucking on my balls. He used his huge organ made up of muscular tissue covered with mucous membrane in his oral cavity to savor the taste of the sweat produced by my scrotum that possesses its own unique and tangy flavor and to bounce my balls which felt like light slaps. I yelled in my gag that I wanted him to suck my cock which sounded like, “hhhhukk iiii kkkkkk!” I guess he understood me since he began slowly working his way up my dick with his tongue. Larry licked off the sticky fluid on my mushroom head and kissed my tip. His tongue darted in my piss slit. I began flexing my toes and trusting my hips up as an attempt to part Larry’s lips with my penis. I wanted Larry to suck me…suck me hard. I needed relief. He was rubbing the arches of my feet. Larry reached over and recovered the remote control of the prostate massager and turned it to the highest setting. I experienced feelings of hypersensitivity, alertness and euphoria which caused my eyes to roll back in my head and my muscles began shivering. A wad of whitish pre-cum discharged and began flowing down my cock. Then he opened his mouth and my member was inside his warm and moist mouth. “Mmmmmuuuufffff!” While keeping his mouth around the entirety of the head of my cock, Larry flicked his tongue over my slit right as more beads of manmoist welled out of it. He made a sucking noise as he tried to get more pre-cum to release. Ssssshhhhhiiiittt! Strong! Powerful! I bet Larry could suck a bowling ball through a straw. He was sucking, licking and tugging. His head was bobbing up and down. I was being deep-throated, meaning the tip of my penis was hitting the back of this sucker's throat. Pumping his tongue up and down my tally whacker while diving in over and over again. I struggled to twist my hands tied crossed behind me…wanted to break free from the rope, so I could grab Larry’s thick hair on the sides of his head…force his head up and down, at breakneck speed…so I could jizzplode.
I had always heard that a male can give better head than a female since a male knows what he likes. It is OK for a man giving another man a blowjob, right? Now, I never used drugs, but what I am feeling is probably what it feels like if I had used cocaine or something. I felt good! I felt like I was flying. I was seeing flashes of bright lights! To add to my delight, he began pinching my nipples. Light at first and shortly thereafter; rougher. I can feel his meaty tongue lapping around the base of my boner and then my mushroom head. I start shaking. I am about to erupt. I started yelling that I am about to cum, but it sound like, “mmmm mmmiinngg!” I think I am now in love with Larry. I wish I could have this feeling of ecstasy at least once a day. I feel cum and/or prostate milk forcefully shoot out of me. The orgasm was longer, slower and more intense than I have ever experience. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. I liken this all to an ocean wave on the beach, undulating between crashing up the shore and receding back down to the sea, only to come back again…and again…and again.
I look down and see thick milky fluid oozing from Larry’s mouth which is still wrapped around my Johnston, but most must had been swallowed. I could actually feel him swallowing. Wow! That seems so intimate. I mean, it is my seed he ingesting. He removes my penis from his mouth and said, “Whoa! That caught me by surprise. A nice surprise. I like the way you taste. Nice young sweet cum.” He softly caressed my trembling balls.
Larry got off the bed. I expected he was going to release me from my bonds and remove my gag. I was hoping he would remove the prostate massager since it was starting to irritate me. Because the prostate is so close to the bladder and urethra, the intense prostate stimulation that I am experiencing is causing me to have the urge to urinate. Instead, he began removing his clothes. Wow! You can tell he works out. Even though he is in his seventies, he has the body of forty year old. My eyes were particularly drawn to his muscular hairy chest and darker-colored large area of skin surrounding his huge erect nipples. There he stood beside me in his boxers and OTC grey dress socks. I was saying to please let me go, but it sounded like “ppppeeesss uuummmm.” He said, “Oh yes. I remember that you wanted me inside of you. He removed his boxers revealing the biggest cock that I had ever seen. It is probably somewhere between 10” and 12” long when fully erect. There is no way. I began struggling and moaning which he interpreted that I was begging to be fucked with that monster dick. He said, “Hold on babe. I’ll butter your dumpster in a sec. Ha! Ha! Ha! Fucking slut! After I fuck you hard, I bet you will want me to eat that dirty onion ring.” I was shocked to hear Larry speak to me in this manner. So dirty! I noticed he still a little bit of my baby batter on his bottom lip.
Larry walked over to the desk and got the bottle with the liquid. He pored some into a rag and placed over my nose and mouth. It had an ether-like odor and a slightly sweet taste. I began feeling lethargic and disoriented. I then realize chcl3 must be chloroform. The last thing I focused on was on Larry’s shitter splitter. It is big, straight except for a slightly curved and pronounced coronal ridge mushroom tip, and smooth with a few veins. He was circumcised very nicely, so there are no unsightly scars. It is the same color as the rest of his skin. Larry’s girth may be more than 6”. Hard to tell, but for sure the circumference of his penis is above average. Thicker than I have ever seen. A powerful man like Larry would have such a magnificent schlong. He is one hung daddy. He had voluptuous balls…his ball sack with loads amount of gray hair on it. Even though I’m straight, I love balls..big ole ballocks..where cum comes from…the fountains of cum. As a man, I know how good it feels to have your nuts touched, licked, and fondled. When watching porn, I love the way balls look as they bounce up and down during intercourse…the sound they make as they slap a woman’s taint…snapper clappers…meat clappers. Look at those spherical shaped objects…about the size of a king size chicken eggs…lying within Larry’s scrotum sack. I wonder if he likes my smooth and shiny shaved nutsack…my squashy man berries. Oh fuck! I’m really questioning my sexual identity now. Hhhuummm. I lost consciousness.
Once I was fully awake, I realize that I was not dreaming. I am still a prisoner in my hotel room. How long was I knocked out? A couple of minutes…a couple of hours…days? I intended to use my hands to rub my temples, but I have no use of my hands and arms. I am on my back with arms stretched wide apart and each wrist is cuffed. Each cuff was tied to hemp rope at one end and the other end of the rope was tied under the bed to the bed post. It was the DYI restraints left behind by the intruder. I have a leather gag that covers my lips with an object between my teeth and leather straps buckled behind my head. It is much more comfortable than the ball gag. With my tongue, I tried to figure what the object was inserted inside my mouth. I could tell it is a soft latex penis. What I can’t figure out is the reason a tube was protruding from the gag with a blood pressure bulb and air release valve at the other end. Oh shit. I am still hard…so fucking rock hard…my cock was throbbing….leaking. Damn! Damn! Damn Viagra! I looked down and each ankle had a cuff locked in place with one end of hemp rope tied to the cuff. I lift one leg and realize the other end of the rope is not tied to anything. I guess the noise I was making alerted Larry who was in the sitting area. He walked in the room and I decided to ask if we can call it a night. With this gag, I was somewhat audible. I said, “Rraaarryy. Eeeassse hhhuumm tttttiiii HHHHUMMPP!” As I was talking, Larry began pumping the bulb and the latex penis in my mouth expanded and completely filled my mouth. He then turned the valve above the bulb trapping the air in my mouth. Larry said, “This my friend is a silencer inflatable penis gag. It will keep you in pleasured silence while I get my rocks off.” With that being said, I looked down at his third arm between his legs and low swinging balls. No! No! No! I can’t! As I am trying to figure out how to end this, Larry grabbed the end of the rope attached to my right leg, wrapped it around the right post on the headboard of my canary bed causing my leg to be lifted straight in the air and then he tied it off. I started to try to free my leg, but couldn’t. My right foot was flopping helplessly in the air. Larry started to do the same to my left leg. I struggled to try to prevent this, but Larry distracted me by grabbing my left nipple and twisted violently. While focusing on the pain, Larry was able to attach the other rope to the left post of the headboard. I looked over at the mirror and saw Larry’s handiwork. I have a couple of pillows under my head, my cheeks on my face was puffed with air and a 2” by 3” piece of leather covered my mouth. My arms are stretch wide, “V” shaped legs in the air, and the only clothing I am wearing is the thin black socks covering my arched feet and tense calves. Since my legs are splayed in the air, my anus was exposed. It was then I realized my asshole was not plugged. Shit! I imagine the prostate massager that had been in me is use to get a guy primed for bigger things, whether that’s bigger toys, a penis, or gaping…but nothing can prepare a guy to get fucked with that donkey dong swinging between Larry’s legs. I am helpless from defending my back door from the forthcoming fudgepacking. I yanked as hard as I could. Larry proclaimed, “Nope! Not getting away. But keep trying. Love when you flex your muscles, especially those meaty biceps. Your feet…looks like foot display stands…suitable for displaying socks and short stockings…just like the ones I use to see at the Johnson’s Five & Dime General store when I was just a boy…not understanding why I was turned on when I surrounded polyethylene plastic feet displaying various men’s formal socks…business socks…long socks…executive socks….in the gentlemen’s undergarment department.”
Larry climbed between my outstretched legs and his missile was heading toward my vulnerable asshole. No! No! No! All I could think is that it is like forcing a baseball bat into a pencil sharpener. He squeezed lube on his hand and began masturbating himself in order to get even more stiff and lubricate his naked cock. Apparently, Larry had no intentions of using protection. It is going to be a pump and dump. He then guided his huge tip against my swollen anus….pushed slightly….my poor anus that is chock-full of sensitive nerve endings sent a wave of electric shock-like sensation throughout my body…every muscle tensed up…I think I briefly passed out. Please! Stop the contact sexual violence. My powerless sphincter muscle allowed the tip fill my anal canal. I thought, “’This can’t be real. This has to be some kind of fucking nightmare.” I tried to move up to get him out, but he simply held me around my waist with his large strong hands. I yelled in pain, but it was muffled due to the gag. I shook my head back and forth. He simply said, “Sorry Chip. It is at the stage in a process when it is too late to change what I’m am doing, so I must continue. I have to fuck you.” Larry slowly entered my sore rectum. Since his girth is at least 6” circumference, his monster cock was shoving my prostate against my bladder. It made me feel like I was going to piss all over myself, but luckily; only mucus-like liquid oozed out my dick hole. Soon, Larry was all the way in me. I don’t know if my poop pincher snapped back tight or if it the size of Larry’s thick meat, but my sphincter muscles had a death grip on his dong.
Larry paused, his hands gripping my hips as he allowed me to adjust to the fullness of our connection. I felt completely possessed, every inch of my body was tingling with exhilaration and vulnerability. I felt the thick coarse scrotal hair against my skin. Then Larry began to move, each push a powerful assertion of dominance over my body, each withdrawal a brief moment of relief before the relentless onslaught resumed.
Larry let go of my waist and began rubbing my silky calves. He wanted me to feel his dominance. He is rich. Larry is my boss. He has had me bound and gagged for hours. He edged me and made me cum. He is now impaling me. Does that make me his bitch? I look over to the mirror on the wall and can see the entire left side of the bed. So hot! A handsome gentleman…a master…between my legs. His juicy butt going up and down like he is doing push ups. Both of us look like businessman in our dress socks. My stocking feet pointing to the ceiling and moving helplessly as Larry’s cock is being thrusted in my rectum.
Larry looked into my eyes as he fucked me hard. He had amazing blue eyes. He reminded me of someone. Who? Oh yea, that guy on I Dream of Jennie and Dallas. Oh yea. Larry Hagman! Oh shit. How ironic? Larry looks like Larry Hagman. Larry Hagman’s cock is fully immersed in my orifice…it is so deeply inserted in my hole…his balls are making contact with the surface of that hole. That fucking donkey raping shit eater! “Mmmuuffff! Mmmuuffff! Mmmuuffff!’
Forgetting I was gagged, I yelled, “Ouch! Oh shit…shit…shit! Take it out! It is too big. Please don’t do this…too much. More lube! Oh please…your cock is too much…this is torture.” No use. I think the muffled noise I was making just irritated him. I tried to plea with my eyes…trying to convey a strong and urgent request to stop inflicting pain in me…stop the sexual assault. He didn’t care. Didn’t care he knew I was in pain. Larry was looking me directly in the eyes with a facial expression where his eyes were narrow…his eyebrows were furrowed…he was staring intensely, conveying a sense of anger, displeasure or lust. He was fucking me hard. He was only interested how good it felt for him..the tightness…the friction. It reminded me of how I usually had sex with women…caring less how it felt for them…only concerned about getting off. Larry is fucking me like a…well…a whore. I can respect that. Larry is fucking me good…this is actually hot.
Larry said, “Hope you don’t mind that it will take me a while before I finish off in you. So get comfortable and enjoy yourself.” Sweat was forming on his forehead. He then bent over and began nuzzling my neck. Larry began softly moaning as he slowly fuck me in short and slow strokes. Is he slowing down to prolong my suffering? His wet tongue is in my ear and then he whispers, “So tight. So fucking tight. You love my cock in your man cunt? I mean, boy cunt. Even better, slave cunt. Yea, you do. You love being bound, gagged and submitting to some good old anal pounding. Good old butt sex in the raw. You fucking freak. You motherfucking freak. Teasing me with the shoe play and showing off your dress socks. Someone must have clued you in about my sock fetish. Wearing tight pants and showing off ever nook and cranny of your ba-donk-a-front. Prancing around the office like a proud peacock. Well, not teasing me now, are you? No sir. Foreplay is over. Time for some deep dicking.” As his pace quickens, he begins bitting my neck. Just like what a male dog would do to his bitch. But you know, I liked it. It felt manly. Larry smelled like Old Spice, cigars and money. I was wanting to please him. I tried to move my hips and tighten my bunghole so he would enjoy himself, and possibly; he will want to do it again at a later date. He straightened up and stated making quicker and longer stokes. The rhythm was unyielding, sending waves of pleasure and desire coursing through my veins. Fucking brutal sex! My twig and berries were being tossed around as Larry jackhammered my shitter hole.
I was now enjoying the pain because it puts me in a submissive head space. I’m a selfish prick…usually only interesting in my own pleasure…especially in bed. In this situation, I had no other choice but to be a tool for someone else’s sexual pleasure. I’m Larry’s anal male masturbator stroker for his big girthy cock. “Mmmmuuuffff! Mmmmuuufff! Larry whispered. “I like to make my bottom moan while I rough fuck him.”
Larry’s cock made squishy sounds as it slid in and out of my sloppy pink hole. He slowed his pace and was penetrating me like a machine; deep and constant, no longer in a hurry…but thorough. My dick and balls jolted upward with ever thrust. Again, milky prostate fluid flowed out my piss slit. I'm crying out with every breath I take and expel, closing my eyes, arching my neck and back, shaking my head back and forth as if to get him to stop…or hurry up again. “MMMmmmmmph. MMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!" Damn it! He really doesn’t care. No one else can hear me. None of my colleagues or hotel guest in rooms surrounding mine have any idea of what was taking place. I am being held captive against my will. I am tightly gagged. I am totally getting fucked in the ass by my boss.
Finally, like a refined man would, he began stroking my cock and massaging my ballsack. Oh shit. That..that…feels amazing! I am going to cum again! I think Larry knew this since he could feel my balls begin to draw up and my cock begins to pulsate. Larry was not having any of that. He squeezed the tip of my penis which forced blood down inside my member and reduced my erection. He left my cock and balls alone as he massaged my feet while he continued fucking me like a rent boy. I could feel Larry’s penis boobies smacking my ass.
Larry was in the zone. I knew he was getting close. He was panting, making suuuuuper-low moans and yelling, “Oh, yeah! You like that? Oh, fuck baby. Fuck…a great ass…super-snug and warm…the interior lining feels like crushed velvet!” He began stroking my cock again. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting. His pelvis was pressed against my ass. Larry’s pink torpedo was deep in my rectum. I could feel his erection pulsating and move rhythmically as his body started shaking like crazy. He shot a huge load inside me…pumping all that pent up sexual energy into my body. It felt warm. He stopped masturbating me for a moment while he basked in his glory of his conquest. Then he started fucking me again. How can he still be horny…hard? Viagra? Now his thrust were…well…slippery. I would feel his end of his huge bell-head massaging my prostate in a consistent motion…felt like…well an unusual sensation…pleasurable. Oh. Oh. This sensation is followed by thin milky fluid flowing from my penis. Oh. Oooooohhhhh! It was too late to stop me from cumming. I mean real cum…thick…pearly white…smelly. My toes curled…I began having involves involuntary contractions of my pelvic floor. Large globs of semen shot high into the air, landing on Larry’s chest, my chest and neck. Larry yelled, “Fuck! That was fucking mind-blowing. While you were climaxing…some of ass muscles were contracting rhythmically….aaawww….muscles that help to ‘squeeze’ that last bit of my man jelly out….in you. Shit! I wished you had your anal orgasm while I was duping my load…simultaneously…that would have been fucking…well…amazeballs. Maybe later.” Larry started slowly pulled out…felling like pooping large poop as his bellhead exited my anal entryway. I’m not sure if my sphincter was fatigued or weak, but it remain open…as sticky fluid trickled out…while my muscle recovered and eventually closed. I sort of enjoyed this relaxed, open feeling. The insides of my colon also feel fatigued. Hhhhuummm. A good work out.
I absolutely love the full feeling I got when Larry was inside me…the being submissive…where it went from it being too tight and it hurting, to you being just right and his penis feeling amazing.…the feeling of him holding onto me as he was thrusting in and out of me really turned me on…I love feeling his cum shooting deep inside me and yes I love the orgasm…or orgasms… when being screwed and I have to say the intensity was massive. I think have lost all interest in sex with a female because of this experience of being a bottom.
Larry muttered, “Mmmmmm. You have an exquisite cock and balls. Let’s see if there is any more man cream in those tickle berries.” He inserted his index finger in my bunghole and with his hooked finger; he searched for my swollen and blistering prostate. Eureka! He found my swollen walnut. I mean, how hard would it be since it only about two inches inside my o-ring. Larry was very pleased with himself and uttered, “Nice. Feels uniformly enlarged, firm and even rubbery. Hum. Yea. Jerking the colon boner.” First, he curled his finger upward in a “come hither” motion toward my belly button and caressed my P-spot. Next, he rested the pad of his finger against the outside of the organ and gently press as you would to ring a doorbell. He mixed it up by using different pressure or holding the press for shorter and longer intervals. Then Larry used the pad of his finger and ran it all around my prostate, circling his way around the entire perimeter of the inflated gland. Oh shit! Oooooohhhh sssssshhhittt! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! It was like erotic tickling…restrained in a position that prevent me from stopping Larry from forcing my prostate to produce more seminal fluid…enjoying the milking…as Larry rubbed clockwise for eight to ten strokes, then going counterclockwise…stroked toward my scrotum…massaging my perineum. For fifteen minutes straight, he changed up the pressure and speed and continue with combos causing my pleasure to build up.
I know Larry’s intention was to generate semen by stimulating this erogenous zone. I bet he was hoping I would shoot more testicular milk, possibly a further distance, than the last love explosion. Yes. It did generate a sexual response during stimulation, but it was also fucking with my full bladder. I haven’t pissed for hours and I really needed to drain the lizard. I began yelling that I was about to urinate all over us, shaking my head and violently swaying my hips to try and discharge Larry’s finger from my ass. I was begging to be untied…allow me to take a piss…promising he could resume finger fucking me…offering to suck his still hard dick…whatever he wanted. “Mmmuuff…hhhummm….aahhhh…mmmm.” He interpreted my muffled moans and physical reactions as I was in the emission stage in which sperm would soon be flowing from my testes to the beginning of my urethra. Larry quickly reposition himself so he was lying on his stomach and his head between my legs. Without hesitation, he began going down on my stiff penis. I tried so hard to hold in my sex piss. He just kept poking my prostate while gobbling my goose. Larry then started giving me a licky licky on my bellhead and piss slit while beating my meat with his free hand. Nnnnoooo! I started loosing it.
Larry must have sense I was about to discharge fluid, so he immediately shoved my dick deep in his mouth. He was surprise when instead of salty baby batter flowing down his throat, it was my urine. He gasp and jerked his head up as I sprayed a golden shower on his face. To my surprise, he swallowed hard, took my cock back in his mouth and hungrily drank the last of my pissgasm. Shit! What a motherfucking pervert! Ooohhh..really? I think…I think…yes…I…I…I cummed also. Larry got a a thick milky surprise once my bladder was emptied…another leg-shaking climax.
Ok. Now, that is fucking gross. I imagined my cum, piss, filet mignon, Dom Perignon and the finest of bourbon floating around in Larry’s gut. I felt a little nauseous. He seemed content as he sat up and wiped his face.
Larry loosen the valve on the gag, allowing air to escape and returned the latex penis in my mouth to the normal size. He then removed the gag. Suddenly, he bent down and licked the jiz from my neck. I opened my mouth to sigh and without notice, Larry’s lips were on mine. His tongue was covered in my cum and was now in my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue was in his mouth. I could taste my salty and bitter body fluids as well as a hint of cigars. I found myself making circular motions in the air with my feet. Moaning and making lip-smacking sounds. I wished he was inside me…already I missed the feelings of fullness…I missed the submissive head space I experienced. After this passionate kiss, he released me from my bonds. I rolled over and tried to process in my mind what this entire evening meant to me.
Larry dressed and then informed me that he will expect me be at his house the following Friday for a weekend full of fun with some of his friends. He said, “You make a better fuck toy than a lawyer. I have some friends and clients that will enjoy screwing you and will be more than happy to pay more than the $200 per hour attorney rate that you charge at work. No need to pack much. I will provide you with the clothing you will be wearing.” With that, he pulled out my thong from his pocket and began twirling it around his index finger. I am not sure if this was an invitation or an order. He slapped my ass hard and left. I laid motionless trying to process what had happened to me. Raped by two different men in one night. Treated like a fucking cum dumpster. Was I also a victim of slut-shaming by my boss…a lawyer? If I was harmed, physically and mentally, then why do I have an overwhelming feeling of enthusiastic joy.
As I showered, I kept trying to figure out what I had gotten myself into. Larry thinks I am some sort of sex freak. Am I going to be some type of sex slave? Friends? Oh shit! I am still hard and now frustrated. The anal soreness made me think of him and the sex. I need to take out my frustration on someone, but who? Wait a minute! There is a guy, I think his name is Bill, in room 1304 who is waiting for a paid dom. Maybe it is time to take back my manhood.
Continued? Let me know in the comments if you would like any more stories regarding these characters.
