It was over in mere minutes; he had me.
We met from the line and had gotten together. It was early morning hours - around 3 am. The windows were slightly open on a late spring evening; there was no traffic outside and it was quiet. Just the same I closed the windows and turned on the air conditioner to both keep the noise in and to make a white noise. I had a private apartment and the walls were pretty thick so noise was minimal. We spoke little and wasted little time undressing: we were hot and ready. He was taller than me; well-built, bald, his skin a light brown. Even in the low light I could see his cock bulge. We began to undress. It was when turned around and I dropped my jock strap and before I took off my sweatshirt and socks, however, that he suddenly grabbed my wrists from behind and pushed me against the wall, binding my hands tightly with cloth clothesline; something he must've had. Before I could fully react he pushed against me harder, keeping me against the wall, stuffing a ball gag sealing my mouth completely and neatly, in mere moments securing the ball gag tightly into my mouth so that my mouth was firmly and completely covered.
I attempted to call out, but I could hardly be heard. I stood there wearing only my sweatshirt and socks. He then bent down and quickly pulled out my belt from my pants on the floor and wrapped them around my waist, taking my bound hands and tying them to the belt. Turning me around he then reached down and with one hand fondled my balls while the other stroked my cock, leaning close to me as he murmured, "got you! You're mine!" As I tried to get my hands free, he kneeled down before me he played with my cock and balls as I watched. The belt around my waist kept my hands constricted and tied, binding my hands behind my back to it: firm and flexible, but not easy to break with only my hands the clothesline held my hands to the belt tightly - with no give. Reaching down and grabbing my balls, he quietly said, "open wide!" I had no choice: I opened my legs, but then he ordered me, "wider! Now!'
I complied: my legs were wide open. He stood up and moved right against me, forcing me to keep my legs open for him.
Despite the situation I was in, my cock grew hard.
We both were hard.
We faced each other closely, only inches apart, as we stared into each other’s eyes. He then started to rub his rock hard cock on my hard cock: our foreskins touching and rubbing each other. For several minutes we moved with each other, dancing closely and touching only by way of our hard ons. We moved about, rubbing each other with our sensitive cock tips, the pre-cum rich and thick as we both grunted and moaned with quiet pleasure. I stood there, my legs wide apart, moving my pelvis all around; he stood very close to me, his face only inches apart. I knew that if I wasn't gagged we'd be kissing, but he didn't want me to call out for help. I tried to tell him that it was okay, but despite my best efforts, I could only give out a "MMMPH! MMMPH!" to which he'd reply: "nobody can hear."
He then grabbed my belt and pulled me forward, forcing me to walk with him, working and pulling me into the bedroom, forcing me to move at his will, tugging me. Every time I tried to resist, he merely reached down, grabbed my balls, and say with a forced whisper, "let's go!" Twice he stopped, stroking my cock, looking at me, breathing hard and fast. The second time saying, "you're gonna cum REALLY hard 'cause I know I will!" Suddenly, he turned me around, wrapping his arms around my chest, pulled me close and then rubbed his rock hard cock between my ass cheeks while running his face though my hair, bending me backwards whispering "let's go!" as he pinched my nipples, pushing me toward the bedroom and in front of the bed, slowly wrestling me in the direction he wanted. I found myself struggling, trying to resist the inevitable, my legs wide open from his body keeping me in his control, bent backgrounds again his strong, muscular chest: it was useless. He was bigger and stronger; I could barely be heard outside of a foot or two and his arms and hands were too firm.
And he knew it. He was playing me like a toy.
And his cock was commanding.
We moved forward toward the bed: me, tightly bound and gagged, my legs wide open as he moved with his cock firmly between my ass cheeks. I kept trying to call out, struggle to get loose, but it was useless: the bed kept getting closer by the inches,.... He was doing this deliberately, reminding me he was in control.
Nobody was around; no traffic, no sounds from the apartments around me; the only sound of my trying to call out, the heavy breathing of my captor and the shuffle of our feet as his cock directed me forward, pushing me closer to the bed, in the otherwise silent apartment.
Approaching the bed, we then stopped as he turned me around, my back to the bed.
He reached down, stroked me, his face close to mine, his mouth slightly open, watching me closely as I quickly found myself moving - dancing - in time to his hands, my cock well lubed with my pre-cum. My waist moving up and down and my hips swiveling all around as his hands stroked my hard cock. We did this for a minute. He then stopped, his hands grabbing my belt as he pulled me closer to him, our cocks then rubbing each other again, slowly. I moved and danced with him as we moved together in sync, our foreskins again rubbing, as I stood with my legs wide apart, my pelvis moving up and down as he stood still, letting me do all the work rubbing on his cock until he suddenly pushed me down on the bed.
His cock rock solid and straight up: no curve. Wide and long.
My cock was the same, albeit a little shorter. His was at least 10 1/2 inches long, while I was around 6 and a 1/2.
We're both so hard,...but he dominated - and he was in total control.
In moments I was pushed onto the bed as he quickly moved into position, standing between my legs, spreading his legs apart to keep my legs wide open. I then saw close up his rock hardness.
Bound, gagged, nude from the waist down, my legs wide open and my cock hard, I laid there, looking up at him, watching as he reached down at the foot of the bed from his pants on the floor and then pulling a cap off a small bottle, proceeded to slowly, ever so slowly, lube his rock hard cock.
It was long and hard: 10 1/2 or 11 inches. Rock hard and totally straight: a large, long, thick flesh torpedo. Thick, long and hard - and strong. He made it a point, though, to stare intensely at me as he rubbed himself; clearly I turned him on. I struggled: trying my bindings, and even trying to call out, unable to do anything watching as he rubbed his cock for me, lubing up ever so well.
"MMMPH! MMMPH! MMPH!"
"Yeah, keep that up. You'll be really crying in a minute! And still nobody's gonna hear you!"
I didn't plan on this: bound, gagged and thoroughly fucked. No foreplay.
Still, I was hard and turned on.
And then he moved in - grabbing under my knees and pushing my thighs apart, wrestling me into position, his cock seeking my ass. I moved about, trying to delay, moving my ass all around, but he held me in place, his body over mine, moving in and thrusting with his cock toward me, getting closer to the target. It was a game: I moved around, desperately trying to avoid him, trying to not let his cock get into me,...! But after a minute he found it - my open, exposed hole. Resting his cock - his tip just on my ass rim - he stopped. We both were breathing heavy. I looked at him - a combination of fear and desire. It was then that he then pushed in.
It was huge.
It went in.
No warning and no hesitation, forcing into me, my back arching.
I tried shouting as loud as I could as he grimaced, struggling to fit into the tightness.
"MMMMMMMMMPH!"
But it was hopeless: I couldn't stop him. I could only arch my back as I closed my eyes and moaned as loud as I could, but with my mouth firmly gagged; it was hopeless. I was totally gagged: the ball gag firm and heavy, sealing my mouth. My hands tightly bound behind my back with cloth clothesline, tied to my belt so I couldn’t get my hands and arms to roll out. Meanwhile, my captor had me where he wanted me: my legs wide open, him between my thighs and laying me out face up on the bed, him bending over me, his arms resting on either side of me locking me into position with no chance of rolling, moving - or escaping. His face was close to mine as he penetrated in, slowly at first, gradually moving in deeper as my ass opened up and with each push until finally he found the depth he wanted - and then he started to really work it. My ass now open, he fucked me with his 11 inches, going deep and steady like a steel rod piston: regular and constant, not stopping.
And the rhythm was deliberately slow: slow intervals going in and out.
"I like to fuck slow; makes it more enjoyable!"
"Mmmmmmmmmph!"
"You can't do anything; nice and tied up and nobody can hear you. Fuck you as long and as slow as I want."
"MMmmmmmph! MMMMPH!"
"You're not going anywhere until I'm done and cum in you,... Uh! YES!"
I try calling out, but I can barely be heard above the noise of us on the bed; both of us breathing hard and heavy, the sound of us on the bed as it moved all about, the mattress moving with a life of it's own. I occasionally raised my head to watch his large cock go in and out of me with merciless, steady and constant clockwork, like the iron rod of a motor piston. I’m unable to say or do anything: my hands tightly bound behind my back, and his hands occasionally reaching down and stroking my cock and holding my balls - all the while keeping his serious look on his face. Other than to moan, close my eyes and shake my head helplessly he just continues to stare at me as he fucked deeply, constantly, and regularly - never slowing down: like a clockwork machine. His eyes never leaving me and his cock ever going steadily.
There is no verbal: it’s all just business. He’s not too fast, but not too slow - just deep - and constant. Ever so constant. Like merciless clockwork, the power not stopping. Every push into me brings out a mutual grunt between us, as he strains and pushes the full length of his cock between my thighs and into me, his balls hitting my ass and his face staring at me, his eyes burning into me. I can only stare back, shake my head as if to say ‘mercy’! 'Stop! I give up!' but it’s not working. He only continues, giving me a slight smile while I moan, unable to say anything heard by anyone outside of us, unable to speak, the ball gag well stuffed and the leather latch on the ball gag not showing any weakness; the ball gag making me drool as I'm unable to control my mouth - either opening wider or closing it, my cries only whimpers as he pushes into me gradually more harder.
I pull and twist my wrists binding, but it's no good as there is no give. I try rolling and moving about, but he keeps me in place: between his hand on my cock and his cock pounding me I have nowhere to go - but take his cock and maybe release I can find some release.
Meanwhile I shake my head and struggle about, cry out but I cannot move away from him: he has me locked down and into position: he's not letting me go and is only keeping the pounding going with no intention of stopping until he cums.
My cock is, meanwhile, getting ever more hard and sensitive - excited. I'm hard. I can no longer control it. Unsatisfied from our brief time of cock rubbing, I can only watch it bounce all about due to his constant and regular penetrations. Despite the situation, my cock is excited, feeling every push in. Soon, I lay there with my eyes half open, my head shaking back and forth, moaning as I occasionally, arch my back as if to try and stop him from penetrating - but it's no good. My cock is hard and sensitive, as I feel a growing sensation inside of me: his cock has my prostrate well targeted.
Soon, I hear him hum steadily, giving a grunt between his humming: “mm! Yes! Mm! Yes! Uh! Nice!…” I try calling out louder, shaking my head vigorously as I do so: “MM! MM! MM! MMM!” At times I lift my head and face, trying to get closer to his face as if to kiss him, maybe get him to take off my gag - but he doesn’t move away, nor does he move any closer. I cannot even reach his face; I only to see him smile more as he watches my struggle.
"No; your gag says on!! - smiling as he watches me struggle.
With every push,....
Can't!
Get!
Untied!
"MMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMPH!"
"Yes! Keep it up! Call out louder!"
The more I struggle and call out, the more intense he gets; the pounding is going faster and consistently deep. My being bound and gagged, legs locked wide open and helpless only turns him on even more. He just keeps going strong, his hips moving back and forth mercilessly as he pushes himself into me faster and deeper. At one point I lift my head up and then move my face and mouth up and try to scream out, but I’m only able to give a “MMMMMMMMM!” It's useless: I can only give a forced murmur, ball gag keeping my mouth securely sealed. Nobody can hear me; not even the neighbors in the nearby apartment at this time of about 3 am. He’s not stopping until he’s through.
I try my bindings more,...!
He murmurs, "yesss; keep trying! Get untied!"
His sweat dips off onto me; his intensity strong and dominating. Meanwhile, my body is pouring out sweat - and my gag and bindings show sign of weakening.
I can’t get united; he tied me so well with the cloth clotheslines, my hands tied tightly together with no slack; and tied to my belt I cannot move them anywhere, especially as he has me laid on my back. With him between my legs - with my legs was wide open as they can be, his cock deep in me I’m locked in place, unable to turn or roll over.
Bound, gagged and nude; ambushed and then prisoner, forced onto the bed, my legs wide open I am truly being fucked throughly.
My cock is rock hard as well.
I'm torn between escaping and the desire for more. I find myself surrendering to the moment, unable to escape, laying back and letting him go for more. I feel a stronger feeling inside of me, deep down by my cock and balls: a growing power of sweet release,...!
My calls for help are no longer calls for help. They're just calls - for release, for the feeling of the moment - for passion.
He then leans in, whispers to me: “you’re mine! When I cum, it’ll be deep in you! There’s nothing you can do; you’re mine! I’m making you mine with my cum! You're mine and you can't stop me!”
I look down and see his cock - 11 inches and wide, constant and steady, nice and juicy with the lube, his cock shining in the candlelight. My ass opened wide I cannot even hope to restrict him; he’s not pulling out until he’s done. Any minute I'll be marked - for him. I remember the club and the thought of being his prisoner. I imagined for a moment of our being in a club, being his prisoner, tightly bound and gagged, nude from the waist down, bent over or face up, having him fuck me in front of everybody as he cums, being watched as his prisoner, having his cum drip down my legs - his for the evening.
I cannot move away from him or get heard. It’s the early morning hours: the windows are tightly closed, the window air conditioner is on and the curtains are drawn, leaving little to see other than what a couple of candles are allowing us to see: a six foot well built man with shaved head and strong body carrying a 11” inch loaded weapon - with me, average weight and shape, nice legs (I like to walk and ride bikes) tightly bound and firmly gagged with my legs totally wide open and unable to close as he leans over me - giving me nonstop, unending steel hard flesh.
Tightly bound and gagged, I lay there with my legs wide open, fucked by a dominate, controlling top who can do whatever they want.
And my cock hard and ready for explode.
We're both so excited.
Tightly bound, totally gagged, nude. my cock and balls open to his occasional ministrations and reminders that he is in total control, my ass taken by his rock hard flesh steel rod that soon will deliver a large load - into me.
Bond, gagged, nude. Totally helpless.
Rock hard.
So helpless,..!
"MMMMMMPH!"
"Yes! Yes! Uh! Keep calling out, so...fucking...Hot! UH!"
There’s nothing I could do to stop him cumming into me; nobody can hear, I can’t get untied and there was no way of moving as he got me right where he was giving it all to me.
I soon just stop and with my eyes half closed, I cease my struggling and trying to call out, open my legs even wider as I could and just look back at him with a look of total surrender. It was hopeless;
I gave up; let it happen.
And then it happens: I feel a valve turning deep inside of me by the base of my ass, as my ass surrenders and my 6.5 inch cock - ever so hard and sensitive - prepares to release. I look down, my eyes now wide open, unable to control or do anything. The burning sensation rises deep from the base of my cock and balls, my legs turning numb, my heart racing with great force,…
My cock prepares to fire with everything I have. But another part of me refuses to give up: cum? Admit defeat? Acknowledge his dominance over me? Give in to him, the one who bound and gagged me, had me watch helplessly as he showed off his huge cock while stroking it with lube, and then wrestled me onto the bed as I could only struggle while insuring I remained bound and gagged as he slowly pushed his cock into me, then picking up force and speed with no mercy until it is constant and unstoppable? Admit to doing this: acceptance of his total domination? Cum - for him!?'
yes. ready to go.
Not now! But not, I no longer have any control: even my cock is betraying me!
Yes. Release. Surrender to his cock.You're his!
No!
Yes.
Not Yet!!!
You’re giving in. Let go!
Must,..not,..Uh,..No,.. No,…
Yes. Now.
NO,… Noooooo,.... NNOOOOOOO!
YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
"MMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMPH!"
And then it washes over me. Closing my eyes, arching my back I look down at my cock about to give ways I do a last ditch desperate effort to move as close as I ever could trying to reach my top’s face, eyes wide open and shaking my head as if to convince him, to say no, to please stop fucking and don’t let me go like this,….!
NO! (Squirt)
UH! (Squirt)
TOO LATE! (Squirt)
UH! (Squirt)
NAA! (Squirt)
OGOD! (Squirt)
One last Load: “MMMMMMMMMMMM!” I call out uncontrollably as loud as I possibly can! I throw my head back, closing my eyes, and call out as loud and as long as I possibly could. Yet, it's still just a murmur. I then let go so strongly that I shoot up over my chest and all around, the squirts intense with each shot load, cumming in time to his penetrations:
1!
2!
3!,
4!
5!,...
No matter what I did, the more I tried to stop the loads from passing my cock tip and being released onto our chests and our bodies, the more intense the feeling was of utter pleasure. I could only roll my head about, with my eyes barely opened as I shouted (as best as I could though my mouth well stuffed and gagged, totally bound and helpless while he continued to pound into me his rock hard steel rod - and now, even faster and harder, forcing more out of me! Nothing else mattered as I released several more times, me soon losing count as the blood rushed through my fast beating heart and roared in my ears, burying the sounds of our mutual grunts and the bed bouncing about.
But it was then he looked down in total surrender toward me as I lay there cumming hard, my top opened his eyes wide and says loudly “yes! Let it go. Let it go - for me!!!!!” - and then suddenly triggered he shoots off, throwing his head up and shouts, “UUH!!! UUH!! UUH!! YES!!! FUCK!!! YES!! - as his cock releases his full load; you could hear the sounds of his muscles as his cock pumped hard and long, shooting deeply in, my legs wide open, is face close to mine, the juice flowing out from between my legs and onto the bed as he buries his face into my neck and ears, moaning. For seconds, we swam in the seas of intense feeling, forgetting each other for a few seconds as our cocks shot out, our eyes tightly closed as we briefly stopped and felt only what we released.
We both let go and released for each other, my finally giving in and surrendering leading to his total domination and control and victory - and our mutual satisfaction.
I also knew that he had no intention of untying me - not yet.
We still had time.
He was going to do more.
It was only 3:30 am.
I was still his prisoner. He then rolled me over, retying my bindings, checking to ensure my ball gag was strong and tight, looking at me, murmuring: "give me a few minutes - and we'll do more."
Laying there, he then reached over and cupped my balls, murmuring, "I'm not done with you yet; you're not going anywhere!" - and then commenced tying my feet up. "Now you're staying here; I'll get hard again, don't you worry."
Even as he came, his cock was still long.
Next time we'll be in the Club - for everyone to watch.
