The guy who is always sunbathing in his back yard only wearing a tiny speedo is famous in our neighborhood. He is tall and must go to the gym every day. Everyone says he is gay, too. I wasn't sure how I felt about it until one day he knocked on my door when I was only in her panties and a t shirt. He was peeking in and saw me on the chair rubbing myself watching gay sissy porn on my phone. He waved and shook his finger at me like I was being a bad boy. He was taking some pictures or video of me and mouthed for me to open the door. I was caught!
I slowly stood up, exposing the panties and reached for the door handle. It was clear he was much older and taller than me. He was stronger too. I wasn't going to wiggle out of this easily. When the door opened, he quickly took my hand and pulled me out into the back yard. It was cold and I was barely dressed.
"I have something for you, Billy." And across the lots we went right into his back yard. Before I could speak, he had me inside the house with my arm pulled back behind me. He had my phone and was checking out the porn I'd been watching. I tried to say something, begging for mercy, but he quickly pulled harder don my arm and shushed me. Without any warning he pushed me back toward the hall, only telling me to keep my slutty mouth shut.
In the bedroom he let me loose and told me to sit on the bed. I obeyed very well, for some reason. His hands on me while I was in the panties was a very new feeling for me. I wasn't sure if I liked it, but I didn't hate it either.
He began to ask me embarrassing questions as he rummaged through his dresser for whatever was hidden inside.
"Are you some sort of sissy faggot? You know wearing panties means you like to suck cock like a whore, don't you? Well, are you a faggot? Do you like to suck cock?'
I quietly shook my head, not knowing really how to answer any of these rude questions.
"Put your hands out in front of you like this, bitch."
He was holding his hands out in front of him with his wrists together. I shyly obeyed. He had something in his hands. I didn't want to see what it was. I was frozen on the bed, helpless. I felt a thick rubber strap wrap around my wrists, binding them together. It was sticky like tape but 4 or 5 inches wide. He wrapped it several times. I shook and gasped as I was being bound by this stranger. I realized I was fucked. He pulled another long piece off the roll and told me to close my slutty mouth. I guess it was open in surprise or fear or something, I obeyed. As he pressed the tape over my mouth, he leaned in close and told me to be a good boy, and I'll be just fine.
"Do you like to have your ass fucked like a whore, Billy?"
I shook my head and mumbles "I don't know."
"Well, let's find out."
Face down on the bed, hands taped up tight up over my head, my mouth covered tightly and securely so I couldn't cry for help, he mounted me and pushed his long fat cock right inside my tight little virgin ass hole. "Fuck!"
With his slippery cock inside me, pumping slowly at first, he started to speak to me again. This was even more dirty and rude than before. One of his hands was gripping my ass cheek, spreading it out. The other one, slippery from the lube he had used, was grabbing and pinching my left 'tit', as he called it.
"You like having your tit's squeezed, don't you, bitch.? All the bitches like to be felt up like little girls while daddy is fucking the shit out them. You like it don't you, you little bitch?"
All I could do was moan and make Mummph! sounds through the tight, sticky tape gag. After a long, long time, he slowly began to peel the tape from my mouth.
"Good little bitches like to suck daddy's cock, sweetie. You're a good little bitch, aren't you?"
All I could do was gasp for air and try to not say anything stupid. He abruptly took me into the bathroom and into the shower. My hands still taped together in bondage. With him all over me, soapy and wet, I went to my knees and took his cock into my warm, wet mouth. He was holding my arms up over me and pulling my head in and out by my hair. The panties were still on me, dripping wet and hanging half off my ass. His cock tasted good. Manly. Hard and strong. Like him. I closed my eyes and sucked like my life depended on it.
"You're a good boy. I'll keep you around."
Back in the bedroom he gave me fresh panties to wear. He took off the binding tape and I made drinks walking around in just them. He got hard again so we went back into the bedroom for another round. This time he cuffed my hands to the headboard and tit fucked me until he came in my face.
Now on every Tuesday and Thursday we meet. He has some new lingerie set for me and different binding and gagging gear to use. It's been going on for a while now. I lost count. And I don't know when it may end. I wasn't sure if I'd be ok with it all. But now I suppose I am.
