I was spending the night in a ritzy hotel in the French Quarter located in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was paid for by my boss, Larry, a very successful lawyer in Mississippi. Larry wanted to do something nice for his employees since we just won a multimillion dollar civil lawsuit. He gave us off work on a Thursday and Friday, rented a party bus to transport us back and forth, booked hotel suites (consisted of a sitting area, kitchenette, bedroom and large bathroom) for all his employees, made reservations at a popular restaurant on Thursday night, and then offered to pay for drinks in the hotel bar that evening. Most all of his twenty employees, including myself, accepted the invitation. No significant others were allowed.
I joined his law firm about a year ago. Let me be honest. I was not offered the job because I was the best and brightest. I got the job since I had insider information that Larry was probably a closeted homosexual and has a dress socks and/or feet fetish. A friend of mine, who was a paralegal intern at the law firm, had seen images on Larry’s laptop of nude men wearing only sheer or thin dress socks when she was leaving papers on his desk for him to sign. He had momentarily left his office without signing out of his laptop. As she was telling the story to me, it appeared she had made the assumption that he must have been conducting research for a lawsuit.
On the day of my interview, I wore a dark blue suit, black low-cut leather loafers and thin blue nylon socks. He seemed fixated on my feet during the interview and every chance I got, I would do a little shoe play by slipping my silky heels out of my worn loafers, arching my feet for a second, and slipping my feet back into the loafers. Larry’s face was flushed…he was having trouble with articulation… he had to adjust his crotch because he was suddenly uncomfortable. My plan worked. I got the job. I considered these shoes as my lucky loafers…my socks as unapologetically feminine.
Let me tell you about myself. My names is Charles, but everyone calls me Chip. I am a 26 year male of Italian heritage, 5’8”, 28 inch waist, broad shoulders, brown eyes and thick long black hair in the front with a much shorter hair in the back. I have to use a lot of hair products to make my hair lay back for a professional look, but when I am not at work, I let my hair hang forward in my face. If I could say what is my favorite part of my body, I would say it is my big ass. As my friend would say, “I got too much junk in'd trunk.” I get a lot of attention, especially when I wear my custom-made slacks/suit pants which cup my cheeks. In order to get the full effect, I tend to wear thongs. Anyway, I think Larry likes the way my badunkadunk butt looks at work. Now, I am not gay, but I love getting admiration from anyone. I have no problem with flirting with a woman or man to get what I want.
So, everyone seem to really enjoyed their meals at a famous Louisiana restaurant in the French Quarter. I wore a white button down linen shirt, black and white herringbone slacks, black dress socks and my lucky loafers. And yes, I did a little shoe play on Larry’s behalf. We sat beside each other…we talked a lot about my future with the law firm…he placed his hand on my upper thigh…squeezed affectionally a few times. Each time he grabbed my thigh, he would inch up toward my waist until his pinky touched my right ball. He knew what he was doing as he intentionally made short light stokes with the tip with his fifth digit..up and down the side of my nut sak. Fucking faggot…dry humping me with his little finger and I have to sit here and take it. To distract him and to remove his hand, I would do a little shoe play. Whenever Larry heard the clack of the heel of my loafer as it hit the wooden floor, he would desperately try to get a peek of my exposed stockinged hind-foot…accidentally dropped his napkin near my feet so he could bend down so he could get a good look.
After we returned to the hotel, Larry asked if I was going to have drinks in the hotel bar. I told him that I would never pass up free liquor, but I wanted to freshen up first. As I walked away, I made sure I marched in a way to make my derriere jiggle for Larry’s enjoyment. I had a plan that if Larry and I are the last two of our group in the bar later this evening, I will think some reason to completely remove my shoes and walk around in stocking feet. Maybe I will comment on how my feet are sore and see if he would offer a foot rub. Hea! Hea! Hea! I’m already a little drunk. Better not pass out when I’m with Larry. Maybe, I will pretend to pass out. Hea! Hea! Hea!
Once I got into my suite, I stripped off my loafers, shirt and pants. I wanted to cool down and use some masculinely-scented body wipes since I had sweated a lot while walking though the French Quarter. It is so humid. As I passed by a full-length mirror in the bathroom, I stopped to admire myself wearing only a black mesh thong and OTC black thick and thin socks (dress socks that is made of thin nylon with thick nylon running throughout the socks.)
My body was glistening from sweat and some loose hairs had fallen over my eyes. Tonight was the first time I wore a mesh thong. It only gave me the minimal coverage with a sporty, sexy look. It was made of super lightweight microfiber mesh that shows off skin and is ultra breathable. I have a hairy chest that I keep trimmed and a thin line of hair running down from my chest to my pubic region. Not only do I have hair on my chest, but have light hair on my ass and legs. As I was looking at myself, I began rubbing my crotch.
The mesh fabric of the thong felt so good on my cock and balls. I have an average size dick, but since I am smaller that most men, it makes my member look HUGE. I have nice round balls in a shaved soft sack which sits up a little higher than most guys my age. Penises and scrotums are usually a little darker than the rest of your skin, but mine are slightly lighter. I love how my privates are like the delicate coloring inside a conch shell. I was getting hard. As I was pleasuring myself, I began flexing and posing like a body builder while admiring my thick claves, washboard stomach and muscular arms. Maybe I might just polish one off before joining everyone for drinks. I lowered the waistband of the thong and pulled out my junk…with the waistband cradling my balls. Oh yea…that feels good…relaxing in the gentleman's way as I beat my meat….oh yea…Haah... Uugh…Aaah…this won’t take long.
Then there was a knock at the door. Oh shit. I forgot I called maintenance earlier since I found standing water in the kitchenette area of the suite. I pulled my man panties up. There I was, practically naked with a hard-on and pre-cum oozing through the thong. I went to the door in the sitting area. I yelled through the door that I would open it and I needed that person to wait before entering so I could return to the bedroom and close the door since I was not decent.
As soon as I cracked the door, I turned to walk toward the bedroom. I had not taken but a couple of steps before the door was opened wide. There stood a large man with cropped brown and grey hair, mustache and stubbled beard. He had piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, dark brown jeans and black square toe western boots. I guess since I was shocked and feeling embarrassed by the way I was dressed and a firm, engorged, and enlarged penis that was tenting my t-back, that I initially did not notice he was holding a gun.
The intruder said in his deep voice that if I am quiet and do as he says, I will not be harmed. He swung a backpack onto a chair, unzipped it and pulled out a large bright red rubber ball with leather straps. The intruder tossed it to me and I instinctively caught it. He said, “Now. I don’t need you to be doing something foolish like yelling for help, so I need you to put that ball gag in your mouth and buckle it real tight in the back.” I did as he said and secured it as tight as I could, lodging the rubber ball deep in my mouth.
He then threw a long piece of hemp rope to me and I instructed me to sit on the couch located behind me on the far wall. Once I sat down, he told me to fold the rope in half and start wrapping it around my ankles. After a couple of times I wrapped my ankles, he told me to stop, separate the ends of the last three feet of rope, with one end behind my ankles and one in front of my ankles, and cross them a couple of times between my ankles. When there was less than a feet of rope left, he instructed me to pull tight and tie together in the front. As I was trying to comply, he yelled, “Yank that rope harder and just keep knotting!” Each ankle was surrounded with tight rope. As I looked at my bound ankles, I felt a panic come over me since I did such a good job, I would not be able to break loose and try to run to safety. He grabbed something from his backpack and threw it through the bedroom door which landed on the bed.
He then said, “Get up and hop yourself to the foot of the bed. You will find a blindfold. Put it on.” I slowly started slowly shaking my head no which made him angry. He yelled, “Don’t fucking say no. Do you want me to hurt you?” I decided to comply. Hopefully he will take my few valuables such as wallet and watch and then just leave. Maybe he just needed a place to hide for a little while. I began hopping and could feel my semi-erect cock and balls, which were cupped in the pouch of my thong, bounce up and down. Since the rope was tight around my ankles, I had to bounce on the balls of my feet. Once I was at the foot of the bed, I saw an aviator style fleece-lined blindfold. Oh no…if I can’t see….oh shit. The intruder yelled, “Hurry up pretty boy! I’m not fucking around. I’m going to count to five…one…two…three.” I secured the blindfold in place. I could not see a thing. Shit! Why did I put it on so taut! Soon the intruder was behind me. He told me to put my hands behind my back.
He then began trying my wrist together. Smart to have rendered me sightless. It simulated a domination-and-submission dynamic…making me less likely to fight…not knowing my surroundings…not knowing if he had immediate access to his gun. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and my fingers were pressed against his warm crotch. My fingers kept brushing the intruder’s groin area. I am not sure if I was feeling his penis or something like a flashlight. He secured the rope in multiple knots. He said, “Righty-ho. That should keep you nice and helpless…silent…just like I like my men.
I tried to think of how I got myself in this predicament. I should have taken a chance and fought him…tried to run for freedom and not worry about how I was practically naked. I think if I had been fully dressed, I would have been more confident and braver. Now, I am bound, blindfolded and gagged in only a skimpy thong and gay socks. I am powerless…defenseless…unsafe… practically exposed. It was as if I was waken from a trance, and I began screaming. “Mmuuufff. Muuufff.” It was barely audible. The intruder whispered in my ear, “The gag was a good idea. I mean getting the one with biggest ball. Fills your trap nicely. No one will be able to hear you…as I… well let’s just say, do some unspeakable things to you.” I took a deep breath and yelled for help as loud as I could. “Hhhhhuu….” He covered my gagged mouth with his massive hand and pulled the back of my head in his chest…his chest was like a brick wall…warm felt wonderful. Wonderful? Then he said, “Dude. Love the loincloth. It so nice…the way it sits low on your hips…just having a narrow strip of fabric at the rear…the string disappearing in your juicy booty cheeks. I can tell that you know you’re more attractive than most guys…well I can’t remember ever seeing anyone hotter than you…and you have confidence... you have to be a little narcissistic to wear a he-string…I bet things come easy for guy like you…get want you want…who you want. I bet this is one of the first time ever your looks worked against you…it made you more desirable to abuse.” Abuse me? I began to wail, but the hearable noise sound like, “eeeee hhhuuuummm um um um.”
Next, something horrible happened. He was reaching around and began rubbing my chest. What if he is here not to rob me? What if I am going to be raped? I have seen his face. Will he kill me? I began squirming and trying to tell him to stop, but my pleas were muffled by the gag. He then grabbed my swollen and rosy nipples, twisted them and told me to stop resisting. Immediately, I felt a weird sensation that went to my nipples to my cock. Are nipples considered erogenous zones? As I stop squirming, he stopped twisting my nipples and began gently rolling my erect nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. A guy playing with another guy’s manipples. Please. Please. Don’t get hard! It was as if I was having an internal conversation with my penis, in an attempt to stop from getting a full erection. The intruder stated, “Got us some nipple boners. Puffy.” Next, he runs his fingers through the hair on my chest and the down my happy trail. My breathing become heavy with the anticipation he would eventually touch my privates. Never has another male touched my crotch. Nothing that I can do to prevent this from happening. My privates are vulnerable. As soon as he gets to my waistband of the front-loader, he suddenly removes his hands from my front and pushed my shoulders forward, causing me to fall facedown on the bed. It hurt really bad since I landed on my almost erect cock.
I heard him rummaging in his backpack. I made a 'duh' noise in my throat as I began to rotate my hands, testing the give of the rope. No give…fuck…no give at all. He suddenly grabbed my bound feet and began tying more rope between my ankles. Next he passed the free ends of the rope around my bound wrist and pull tight. My fingers are now touching my heels. He tied knots at the top of my wrist so the knots were out of reach of my fingers. I am now in a tight hogtie. The loss of control is a huge psychological fear for me: that sense that my movements are limited, and that someone may be able to do things to me without any ability to resist is obviously a huge problem. He said, “Man! You is the sexist bitch I have ever seen. We are going to have some fun tonight! First, I am going to take me a shower. No need to hurry since you ain’t going nowhere.” He then slapped my right ass cheek. I let out a scream, which sound like a soft “hummm.”
Once I heard him get in the shower, I decided it was my chance to escape. I first tired to reach for the knots around my wrist, ankles, as well as the knots of the rope used in the hogtied. No luck. I could not reach any knot. Next, I start rolling around and pulling on my bonds. It did not help loosen any of the ropes and I became afraid I would roll off the bed, causing some serious injury. Also, the struggling was getting me even more hard. Does this mean the feeling of helplessness excites me? I then tried to remove the blindfold and gag by rubbing my face on the bed. No luck. Why did I secure them so well? Soon he gets out of the shower. A flood of emotions flooded me. Anticipation. Expectation. Helplessness. Excitement? I am incredibly there, right in the moment, caught up in a confusing erotic intensity.
As soon as he entered the room, he said, “Couldn’t get loose, huh?” He then snapped his wet towel which maked impact on the side of my left ass cheek. My muffled mumbling seems to entertain him. He laughed then said in a sarcastic tone, “Did that hurt your pertootie. I bet that money you spent on a BBL must have cost a pretty penny. A white gay boy like yourself would never have a stunning ghetto booty like that without a little help.” Wait! He thinks I’m gay? This bastard thinks I had a Brazilian butt lift?
I heard him scrambling around the bedroom. I think he trying ropes to the frame or post of the bed. Every time he passes near me, he would run a finger down the sole of my stocking feet sending jolts through my body. Does it tickle? Are my soles erogenous zones? Soon he is done with what he was doing. He removes my blindfold. After I blink a few times and get use to the bright lights, I see that the intruder is completely nude. He actually has a great physique. He is thick, like a lumberjack. He has dark hair, with a little grey, all over his body including his long and hang lower ball sack. It must be the weight of his massive stones. His dick is semi-erect. I assumed that when he is fully erect, he would be around 8 inches. He has a nice mushroom tip. Wait! He is intending to shove all that in my ass? Now, his penis looks so much bigger and scarier. His physical size, as well as of his family jewels, (not to mention I am tied up); I start to identify him as the adult, like a teacher or father, and myself as a child. The weird thing is that we are probably close in age.
Next, he went behind me and shoves is face in the soles of my feet and took a big whiff. What are the odds that this guy is into my feet? Do all gay guys like men’s feet? He then begins licking, kissing and nibbling my soles and then toes. His hot moist mouth, sharp teeth, and thick tongue; all over my feet that have well-formed medial and lateral arches, toes that are reasonably straight, central alignment and an even weight spread throughout covered by silky nylon. Fffffuuuuccckkk! At times, it felt relaxing and pleasurable. At times, it was ticklish and irritating. He held my ankles tightly as he had his way with my feet. The room was filled with the sounds of moist smacking and his ebullience moans. I wonder if the intruder especially enjoys the stench and taste of my sweaty feet…feet that had walked up and down Bourbon Street…feet that had been encased in my well-worn loafers…feet that are sheathed in tight-fitting hosiery. I look over toward a large mirror on the left of the bed and I could see my feet arched and toes flexing as he was performing oral sex on my feet. Is that right, is it oral sex? Regardless, I do look as sexy as hell. The hemp ropes against the black socks, my bare ass with a black sting running between my cheeks, my now tousled hair falling across my face and a huge red ball secured in my mouth, was giving me a lot of visual stimulation. On top of that, a sexy guy who is enjoying my helpless body. I don’t think that means I am gay, I think I was aroused because I was helpless. I kept reminding myself that I was possible in a dangerous situation and the intruder is my enemy, not a friend who was just helping my fulfill a fantasy. I mean, yes, when I was in college, I was tied up by some fraternity brothers. It was because we were drunk and bored. Yes, I did ejaculate while I was bound and gagged one time, but no one knew since I was fully clothed. I did have many fantasies of my fraternity brothers tying me while I was nude. Oh shit! I love bondage?
Maybe he just wanted to play with another’s guys feet. I will try and relax and wait till he is done. Just live in the moment. In the meantime, my erect cock feels as if is no longer confined in my thong. What if I cum? Hopefully not. Hopefully, he will keep me on my stomach until he is done.
I am not sure how much time as passed. I have been enjoying the view through the mirror. I am getting a weird thought about what it would feel like this guy‘s dick in my ass. As if he could read my mind, he stops licking, kissing and sucking my feet/toes and begins untying the rope that secures me in a hogtie and the rope around my ankles. It felt good to stretch my legs. He then reached around my waist, pick me up slightly and tossed me so that I was perfectly centered on the bed. He grabbed my right ankle and pulls toward the corner of the right footboard. As I am trying to see what he is doing, I hear the distinct clicks of cuffs and realize my ankle is cuffed. The single cuff was attached to hemp rope with the end of the rope secured underneath the bed. The same is done on my left ankle. I realize there are cuffs with ropes laying on the bed above my head also. This must have been some type of diy project since he had separated handcuffs and leg shackles and tied each cuff to hemp rope. He then removed a collar with rings in the front, back and sides, from his backpack and puts it around my neck. Next, he took a piece of rope and wrapped it around my wrist and then passes the rope through a ring on the back of the collar. He pulled it causing my bound hands to be drawn up to the middle of my back. He then tied the rope in knots at the back ring of the collar. This is a straight man’s nightmare…helpless…legs extended and spread…butthole exposed…ready to be another man’s bitch…knowing my large intestines is just a place where a guy can deposit his cum.
I felt the intruder now between my spread legs. He began to spank me with his bare hands. Oh, the humiliation. He then said, “OK. Let’s get you loosened up.” I felt him pulling my cheeks apart, his gruff face being shoved in between my ass cheeks and his tongue licking my anus. Oh shit! The feeling caused me to jerk and I began trying to use my hands to defend my asshole, but there is no way to stop him. My bound hands can’t reach anywhere near my ass. This fucker is about to toss my salad! No! No! No! That is gross…weird…dirty…hhhhuuumm…oh….ssssshhhhhiiiittttt…amazing. He licked slowly at first in circular motions. He nibbled between my cheeks. He then became more aggressive with his tongue by trying to penetrate my clinched sphincter. He said, “Fucking shit! That is one tasty dirty onion ring. It is rather salty, with a background of something like a strong, salty hard cheese, like parmesan. As an Italian, I love parmesan cheese. That is the smallest and tightest crinkled star that I have ever encountered…so tight…airtight…so cute.” I watched him in the mirror with his face deep in my ass with one hand pulling one of my cheeks to the side so he has easy access to my asshole while masturbating himself with his other hand. He was wearing me down and I could feel his meaty tongue going in and out of my anus. I guess I was being tongue fuck. It actually felt slippery good. He then got off the bed and reached for more things in his backpack. He pulled out a condom and lube. He said, “I am about to fuck that pretty donkey boody. If you are smart, you will just relax and let it happen. The more you resist, the more it will hurt.” I tried to beg him not to fuck me. I tried to explain that I was fearful he would tear something up. What if the condom breaks? I mean, what if he has some sexually transmitted disease. I am willing to give him hundreds of dollars, my father’s Rolex watch and gold bracelet in the hotel safe in my room if he doesn’t penetrate any of my orifices. However, it just came out as grunts and moans. It was getting him more excited.
He stood up and began putting on a condom…possibly to prevent leaving any DNA sample. Once he had the fuck sock on his erect penis, the intruder began slathering it with lube. It was then I noticed how veiny his cock was..since he was hard…the wet lubricated condom glistening on the sides of his vein. He picked up the condom box and read out loud, “Flared design to offer more head room and comfort. It is seductively studded up down and all the way around to provide extra sensation and excitement.” He just stared at me at the foot of the bed as he stroked his one eyed trouser snake…making it bigger! The position of my legs felt especially vulgar, forced wide as they were for his viewing pleasure.
He then crawled in the bed and spread my cheeks with one hand and squirted lube on my anus. "Release me scum" I said or would had if the gag didn't block it and made it appear I was moaning in delight. He responded, “Yea baby. You know what’s coming…I’ll be cumming in you.” He then began making circular motions with his index finger and began pushing lube inside. It was hurting.
Despite knowing better, I began thrashing my legs like flutter kicks…a swimming exercise where I hold my legs straight and alternately moved up and down rapidly in the water…but since my ankles are cuffed…leaving my legs spread-eagle over the bed…each limb stretched taut and tightly restrained to their corresponding corners…the only movement was the rapid succession of light beats of my extremely arched feet on the bed. I only succeeded in writhing uselessly against the soft bed…the rope held firm…the cuffs were tight and secure…my kicks were useless to stop from being penetrated. He made a weird sounds like “oohs and aaahhh” as if my struggling was giving him a sense of contentment. Oh shit! I think my withering against the restraints only helped this fucker getting his finger in me. He chuckled. "Struggle all you like," he said, the amusement clear in his voice. "You won't be going anywhere. Not until I'm done with you."
Soon the intruder had his entire index finger in my ass and my sphincter wall was loosing and tightening which was giving him a sucking sensation. He used his finger to massage my prostate. What a feeling! I think this is called prostate milking. I have heard of it, but was repulsed to ever think about letting someone stick their finger in my ass or try to do it myself. Thankfully, I took a big ole dump before showering earlier this evening. I began feeling a steady steam of sticky fluid (probably milky in color) flowing out my pee-hole. The intruder said, “That’s enough. Time to fuck you like a dirty whore.” He position himself between my legs. I was thrashing my hips as much as I could, but he simple kept me immobilized by wrapping his large hands around my waist.
I could feel the head of his penis pushing through my anus. It was uncomfortable…felt like I was going to poop…felt like I needed to pee…felt like a huge stretch…felt like I was splitting in half. Once his mushroom head had penetrated me, my sphincter tightened around the base. I am sure this felt tight and warm around his dick. Tears began trickling down my face. He was able to push in further with little effort due to the lube. He moaned, “Aaaaahhhh! Shit. You are tight like a virgin….sheathlike. I’m sure this isn’t your first time. It is just like a rubber band…snaps back after being stretched out. Uuummmm. You feel good.” The intruder continued to pushed in and pull almost out. I was hollowing in pain and begging the son of a bitch to pull his tally-wacker out of my shit blaster. To lessen the racket I was making, he covered my gag mouth with one of his massive shovel hands to silence me. Instinctively, I tried to use my legs to reposition myself or kick him in the back with my heels, but they remained spread eagle.
He started picking up speed and going deeper until he was totally in my rectum. The intruder said, “The tightness of your internal anal sphincter is giving a nice grip on my piss pump…what a fucking amazing sensation,” He began fucking me hard and I was starting to enjoy it. Why am I enjoying being brutally raped? I felt his balls slapping the space between my anus and scrotum. He said, "The feeling of your ass slapping against my thighs…your hole tightening around my dick is incredibly empowering. Watching you react when I know I'm stimulating you…poking your purple plum…nothing you can do to stop me…since you are bitchtied…in a way is a huge ego boost because, in a sense, there’s a kind of ownership over your orgasm." His thrust was causing friction between my cock and the mattress. I don’t know if it was because his girth had expanded inside me, my prostate gland had swollen, and/or the angle I was being fucked, but my p-spot was getting some action. “Gnghnaaaaaaa.” I may start shooting some prostate milk or regular cum. I have never had a hands-free orgasm. Ooooohhh sssshhhhiiittt. My eyes rolled back in my head and my toes curled. Warm…sticky…thick…jelly-like…slightly clumpy…fluid slowly oozed from my peephole. It might be both milky prostate fluid and semen. Is this what they call “bondage squirting?” I thought this was something that happens to a woman…when she is tied up…when she releases fluid from her vagina…with or without stimulation. I read about it in a men’s heath magazine that had an article about the benefits of BDSM between a man and woman. Can it also happen when it is two men? I’m so confused. Am I in the process of forming a close personal relationship with this man…an emotional connection through a shared activity…fucking? Oh fuck! This is a rapist! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaahhhhh! Why does this feel so amazing!
This fucker must have sensed that I ejaculated…or something. He reached under and began fondling my hard cock and tight balls…giving me a super slippery handjob. Oh…oh…yea…that feels good. I think I am about to cum. Again? Then he withdrew his hand and began fucking me like a jackhammer.
I look over to the mirror and became even more aroused at the sight of a burly man‘s ass going up and down and upon impact of his hips to my ass, it causes my ass to shake like Jello. I bet there are tons of gay and bisexual men, some women and even a few straight men who would love to watch this sado-masochistic scene between two hot guys.
I began yelling to fuck me harder, but it came out like, “hhhuuucc meee haarrerr.” He then laid on top of me and placed both hands across my gagged mouth since one hand was not keeping me quiet. He had fluid that resembled the consistency of raw egg white on one of his hands. I was being forced to taste my own spunk as the man juice coated the ball gag and my lips. He began kissing and nibbling on my neck and ears. I loved the lube sounds. His thrust were unfuckingbelievable…hard…fast. He was up to his nuts my guts. I could feel air escaping my asshole when he would pull all the way out and before he shoved his pecker back in. Soon he lets out a growl and his body convulse. “I’m shooting a load!”, he said. He then slowed down his thrusting and finally stopped with his entire erect penis deep inside of me. I felt the intruder’s cock convulse and hot fluid filling my poo chute as he moaned, “Mmmfffp! Unnf. Mmm-ahh. A-aahh... Ahn... Mngh-ph! Uhmn. Ah. Nnnf. A-a-ahhmmn. Ah. Ah. Nnhg Uh-uhh. Haahhh. Mmmm-mmh. Nnmm.” He continued to lay he on top while breathing heavy as his dick begins to become soft. I yelled, “Wait! I’m close! Please don’t stop! Ungag me…let me suck your cock…suck your shit-stained balls…I want you to cum again…in my mouth. You can gag me again…preventing me from crying for help...ball gag…taped gag…duct tape…gaffer tape…medical tape…whatever you brought…and fuck me some more.” “Hhuummm…hhhummmm…aaahhh…aaaaree.” He could not hear my pleads since he hands were still gripping my jaw and the ball of the gag was shoved in deep. He finally withdrew his limp dick out of me and got off the bed. In his hand was an empty condom which should have been was full with cloudy white cum. At some point, he must had taken it off so he could bareback me.
Morherfucker! He left me there as he went to clean up. He said, “That was unexpected…unfortunate…I didn’t want to pop-a-load that quick. It…this…is different. Fuck it! I’ll be good shortly and will be ready to go for a second round. Go for a marathon fuck…sexual intercourse for longer than an hour…continuous and non stop…seeing how many orgasms I can have…,driving you insane. I want to fill you full of my dude ranch. Is that OK with you?” My response was “D'oh.” Since he did not take this noise I made as an affirmative response, he decided to start spanking me inside my gluteal cleft…on my anus…such spanks also called bullseyes. Due to the sensitivity my an anus…because of the nerve endings….since I was sore…swollen from being sodomized…the anal spanking was much more painful than if he was spanking the fleshy part of my buttocks. I began nodding my head as a positive reply…as a way to let him know that I agree…or understand…that I will have to continue to a victim…victim of man rape…in order for this torture to stop.
He returned with a glass of water and put it on the nightstand. He said, “Ok. I am going to take off the cuffs on your feet and let you sit up. As soon as he did, he sat me on the side of the bed and told me to stand up. The intruder placed the blindfold on again.
He removed my gag and said he was going to give you some water. I was parched so I opened my mouth wide. Suddenly, I felt him cup my mouth and something hit the back of my throat. He then pinched my nose with his other hand and force water in my mouth. I realized I just swallowed some pills. I said, “What did you just gave me. Are you trying to kill me?” Please I have not resisted.” He covered my mouth and said, “Hush. It is just a few Viagras per your request. It will keep you hard the rest of the night.” So far, I am having a great time. I wouldn’t mind hooking up with you in the future for free.”
He removed his hand from my mouth. I then said, “What do mean what I requested or hooking up for free?” He removed the blindfold and looked me in the eyes. “Ok. Let’s take a break from role playing. I saved the text messages we sent back and forth discussing my cost and what you wanted, including the Viagra pills. I printed out your fantasy you wrote for gay bondage blog and studied it at you request. It is in my packpack.” I shook my head no. Suddenly the intruder grabbed his phone and check his messages. He said, “You’re Bill and this is room 1304, right?” I said, “No. I am Chip in 1404.”
The intruder started to panic, “I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He grabbed the ball gag and secured it in my mouth. “Mmmuuufff.” He whispered in my ear, “I can’t go back to jail. I’m trying to get back on the right track and I am ‘gay-for-pay’ since I need money so I can pay child support, save for a down payment for a house….shit….shit…..shit.” He then pushed me back on the bed, turned me over on my stomach, grabbed rope, tied my ankles, and secured the other ends to the collar. I was again in a hogtie except this time my hands were not tied to my ankles. The intruder said, “I need time to get away. I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to molest you against your will. I don’t think you really hated it. Sorry. Sorry. I should not have defiled you. If it is any constellation, that was the hottest sex I ever had in my life. The maid will find you in the morning. You know what? I will make an anonymous call to the hotel once I am far away and have them deliver something to your room…like towels. When they find you, tell them it was a joke. Friends tied you up as a prank…like a bachelor party prank…whatever. Don’t report what really happened or if you do, I will say you consented. You paid me to tie you up…because you are a sick and kinky faggot.” With that he took photos of me which he said he would post if I he had any reason to believe I filed a police report. I wish he had not gagged me again. I wanted to tell him that I would not call the cops. I believed he made a mistake. I wanted to beg him to stay. Also, tell him that the least he could do is let me get off before leaving. He then bolted the room leaving everything he brought except his clothes and cellphone.
Within less than fifteen minutes, the Viagra kicked in and I had a raging hard on. My penis had gotten soft and tucked back in my thong, but now it is fully erect and pushed to the side. I was now on my side facing the mirror and just kept watching pre-cum oozing out of the fabric of the thong. There was no hope in getting loose. I’m trussed up like a turkey…arms and legs tied together tightly and roughly with rope to keep me from escaping. I have no idea how I am going to explain this to hotel staff…to Larry.
More than an hour or more, I heard a knock on the door. I tried to yell for help, but whoever it was would not be able to hear me. The door opened. I rolled back on my stomach since I didn’t want my erection showing. Maybe it is the intruder. I kept quiet.
A minute or so later, Larry entered the bedroom with a piece of paper. He suddenly stopped and took a deep breath. He said, “Fuck! Someone’s been hogtied.” I thought I suffering a cardiac arrest the way my heart was beating in my chest. Possibly a panic attack, reaction to the erectile dysfunction medication that is causing an increase of blood flow throughout my body, embarrassment, and/or the fact I am still on the verge of releasing cock snot.
Larry said, “Chip. We were worried when you didn’t join us for drinks. Since I paid for the room, I could get a spare keycard. I guess you knew that though. I found your fantasy printed on this paper beside your backpack. In a sense, you wrote that you wanted to be bound and gagged. You wanted me to pretend I have broken into your room and have my way with you. You are going to pretend to be a victim, so no matter what you say or do, I should never break character. I never picture you as a twisted pervert. I love it! I can‘t believe the assortment of bondage gear and toys you brought. I just can‘t figure out how you got yourself in a hogtie. Ok. Ok. Enough. I will get in the role of a kidnapper. I will do everything to you that you want done to you on this piece of paper. Thanks for the sexy getup. Thanks for the self-bondage. Thanks for trusting I would find you and ravish your beautiful body. You are the most sexually attractive man I have ever seen. One of my secrets is that love socks. Those you are wearing are unbelievable! Who knows, maybe you will make law partner after this.”
He kicked off his black driving shoes and walked over to the bed. He began messaging my feet. Larry said, “Do you know how long I wanted to worship your feet and with socks just like the one you have on. Hum. Nice and sweaty.” I could tell him that my feet are not just moist from sweat, but my socks were soaked with slobber from a rapist, gigolo, convict, or whatever he was…that this was not my fantasy, but I was a suffer of sexual abuse…and I didn’t want some seventy year old guy messing with me.
However, Larry is not that bad looking. Maybe this will be a win-win. He will get me off and possibly make me a partner.
Continued.
