Ambushed on a quiet sunday

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was relaxing on this afternoon, after having been out rather late attending a function that went longer than  anticipated. I had finished taking a shower and was walking about my apartment, wearing only a sweatshirt, nude from the waist down. I was trying to ‘inspire’ myself to do something for the day but just didn’t know what. I went into the kitchen toward the far back - I lived on the third floor of a small complex toward the rear in a narrow apartment, with the bedrooms - there were two - and the kitchen toward the rear. It was an old building, with thick walls and tall windows. As you entered the apartment, you'd go through the living room, a small office area, the dining room and then the kitchen and the two bedrooms. Unusual design, but for the rent it was rather nice with some notable features.

It was while I was looking into the refrigerator that I heard a knock on the apartment door. I thought I heard voices as the door sounded like it opened Looking up from the refrigerator, I casually headed towards the front, but then realized I had to go back to the bedroom to get some pants as I didn't want to walk out nude, wearing only my sweatshirt

Just as I was about to get my pants, the doors suddenly swung open; I hadn't gotten my pants and turned to say "what -"(as I was far more concerned about appearing nude) when two rather large men burst through and literally stormed me: one came quickly face to face with me while other one started to go behind me as if going into the bedroom. I stated to turn toward the one behind me but then I felt a large, strong hand cupping my balls and then grabbing them, saying with a strong voice: "Don't move or say anything!" I turned toward him as he rather insistently pulled me toward him with my balls in his hands. Just then my wrists were roughly grabbed and I felt rope being wrapped around my wrists. I didn't move or say anything as my balls were being held. In a minute my wrists were tied.

I started to say "What the fuck -" when a piece of cloth was stuffed into my mouth and duct tape was wrapped around my head covering my mouth. I involuntarily started to call out but it only came out as "MMM! MMPH! MMPH!" The one let go of my balls and then watched silently the one behind me started to tie up my arms - slowly and deliberately. I tried to struggle, but I was readily kept in place; the one who had my balls seemed satisfied with my predicament and smiled slightly, seemingly enjoying my struggling. The fact that I could hardly be heard through my gag only underscored the simple fact I was overwhelmed - and taken prisoner. And the reason why I was now being slowly bound was to prove their point: I was in no position to argue.

That, or they were enjoying binding and gagging - a suspicion that was to prove notable later on.

And now my cock was getting hard: being bond and grabbed following somebody grabbing my cock would do that. Bad enough that I was ambushed, bound and gagged, but that I was in this situation standing before two strangers nude - with a hard on.

I noted that they both were smiling at me. They may have a point; I secretly enjoyed the thought of being forced into bondage

In mere minutes, I was bound and gagged, taken prisoner in my apartment. When the rope was completely wrapped around my arms, I started to move around as if to get untied, but then the large man in front of me merely said "Let's take him to the living room".

With that I was pushed and pulled at the same time with two sets of hands - one behind me and one in front of me - holding on to the rope which wrapped around my torso. I was unceremoniously forced to go, despite my being nude from the waist down, to confront whoever waited for us in the other room. When I entered the living room I saw two more large guys,

"We found him in the back by the bedrooms."

"Probably explains why he's not wearing anything below his waist"

"Makes it easier for us, doesn't it?"

"Definitiely"

"Let's go; let's get this done. We don't have much time."

"What's the rush? Look: I mean, no one else is around, nobody heard us and nobody's gonna hear him. Or us…we got him."

The room got still.

I stood, breathing heavy. I clearly wasn't in any position to argue or offer an opinion. My bindings were tight and the gag good. Behind me stood two of the four guys, holding my arms and keeping me in place.

"Is that gag the good,” one of them asked. “Don't want to attract any attention."

The larger one who stood in front of me was clearly the one in charge: "Don't worry, he’s well-tied and gagged pretty damn good. The four of us can handle him. We're not going anywhere until we're done getting what we came for."

Burglary? Great, I sighed behind my gag.

But then, the two in front of me started to get undressed, followed by the two standing behind me. As they undressed I noticed how one of them went about closing the window shades and making sure the main door was locked and secured, while the other two returned to stand behind me, holding tightly to me arms, wearing either jock straps or regular underwear.

"We're gonna do this? One at a time?"

"Each take one turn and then we all take turns fucking them. And take your time; we got all day."

I immediately started to struggle and cry out for help. We realized then that this was no burglary, it was about rape. They weren't rifling through the apartment looking for valuables I was apparently the intended target. The two behind me stood firm, making sure that I couldn't get away.

I briefly wondered how long they watched me and knowing when the best time to strike would be. They clearly must've been watching the apartment during the course of the night and probably noticed my late arrival. It didn't matter now. My hands were tightly tied behind my back, with my arms tied and my mouth well-packed since they had stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth and then sealed my  mouth with not one but three pieces of duct tape one covering my mouth and the other two placed in a cross so as to insure the bottom piece wouldn't get loose. It was incredibly frustrating: no matter how hard you try to call out or pulled on the duct tape, it had no give.

The four intruders merely stood there. one who stroked an unusually hard cock that was easily 11 inches long, watching me intently.

"I'm looking forward to this one" he said looking at me. At that point,  I was then pushed  and pulled in the direction of the bedroom, practically dragging me past the kitchen. I tried to stall struggled and crying out, but it was no good. No matter how much I tried, I could hardly get any sound out.  I as unceremoniously  dumped on my king size bed. I rolled over to see one with their cock, rubbing lubrication on it: "Stand by, I'll get with you in a second,"...

"MMMM! MMM! MMMMMMMM!"

"Keep it up: turns me on."

The more I struggled and try to cry out, the more intense it got.

It was at this point that I noticed my cock was rock hard. In fact, both of our cocks - my rapist and my cock - were rock hard.

Sunday afternoon ambush. Outnumbered and then quickly overpowered, bound and gagged.

Kneeling over the bed, I was then getting fucked. Bound and gagged, unable to move or call out, I can only moan and breathe as the first of captors cocks worked on me, unrelenting in their thrusting. Soon, the only sounds were of me  moaning and the grunting of my captors as he raped me, along with heavy breathing and then after a while the sounds of me and my captor climaxing.

Clearly, I was being enjoyed.

I closed my eyes and looked back on how this had happened and the best I could figure is that they knocked on the door and when I didn’t answer straight away they broke in where two got me. I didn't have a chance.

I then noticed it was being filmed while being raped the whole time. Looking up I see the one of captors is recording my being raped on his phone. I can't help but call out and struggle. The camera operator replies with a smile, "This is good footage! We're gonna get some money for this one!"

"Rape sells well," says the other standing and watching on.

At this point both I cry out,me rolling over on my back with my legs wide open as if to give me more power in crying out. But then my top rolls me back into place and continues his plunging into me with no mercy.

I twist my wrists trying to get my bindings off, but then my top who's fucking me from behind stops, sees this and then proceeds to reach over, shoves his cock into my ass for a moment as he quickly reties a portion of my bindings, while also getting on top of me to rub his hands over my face, twisting my head to see him as he carefully runs his hands all around my mouth. Letting go of my face he then thrusts deeply with his cock more into me such that I moan and he continues back to where he was: fucking me, hard and regular, but with my bindings and gag on better than before.

He pushes on, whispering in my ear "Oh yes, baby! Oh so good!"

My ass is being shifted around because of his fucking me so hard, moving slowly about the bed as I struggle with my bindings and call out regularly. Nobody pays attention - if anything, my top says "this is fucking hot! Do that some more!"

In a few minutes, his thrusting is fast and hard, with his grunts stronger. I close my eyes and try to take in what's being forced on me. I can feel it coming, and sure enough my top suddenly stops, then briefly goes for a few more thrusts and then stops for good as he cries "AH! Uh, AH! AH! AW FUCK! Oh God, so fucking good..."

"Told you you'd get off real good! Nothing better than a good strong fucking with someone you got all tied up!" said one of them.

I am then rolled over by another one, standing in front of me. Reaching down he grabs my cock and then slowly strokes it, going faster until it's a regular rhythm. His hands are covered with gel, making the stroking just right. I find myself responding, my hips moving with my cock going up and down. I roll my head and moan, but he continues I look at the others in the room. Just then, my captor stops.

"Edging's a bitch, ain't it?" he said smiling and then raises my bound legs, forcing his head between my calves and then pushing forward so that my legs are raised so that my calves are halfway to my head. I feel a new cock push in - a bigger one. I give out a strong moan, but nothing is said. The process begins again: starting slow, going deep and then gradually gaining speed like some engine piston.The video man takes it all in, moving the camera closer to my face as I lay there, my eyes half closed, the sweat coming down from my forehead and my moaning now nearly constant.

"I love how this one was walking around naked in the apartment."

"Perfect content."

"Just make sure you take out our voices."

"No problem. I'll keep in their moaning and our fucking them."

"Good."

After what seem like forever, I was then dragged and gathered into the other  bedroom and tied onto a chairs and my gag re-checked for security. My legs were tied to the chair legs wide apart as possible, making it awkward to move. It also brought about a strong feeling of exposure and helplessness as my cock and balls were totally exposed - a point reinforced by my captors who spent minutes running their hands on them, squeezing and stroking them.

A small table was placed in front of me on it with what appeared to be a web which faced me. One of them showed me his phone and activated a wireless camera app, where I could see the live image of me on the chair, tightly bound and gagged, my legs wide open all with excellent sound quality. The camera shot was videoing at the level of my cock, along with displaying my face and body, but it was clear what the main focus.

"Figure we can keep an eye on you while we're out. But also, it's a live feed to our members' only private website: they can log in and watch the action live. So how does it feel to have some 100,000 plus checking out your balls and cock?"

I could say nothing. All those people who would be watching would they only think it was only play acting? They had to know it was real! I was being raped on the Internet: and it was just a video.

"We're going out for some lunch, but still keeping an eye on you. Don't get any ideas about trying to escape or getting help, but do feel free to try. When we come back we'll pick up where we left off. Figure by then we'll be able to give you some more loads and get more hot footage."

Naturally I couldn't say anything.

"We already got a lot of good hits. The numbers are strong, so we're gonna keep this going just a while longer."

One of the members stared at me with a lot of hunger: I realized he was one of those who hadn't fucked me yet, the man with the huge cock. I avoided his look, trying not to encourage him, but I knew it was only a matter of time.

He then spoke, "I want to stay here and keep an eye on him."

With no hesitation the pack leader replied, "Sure. Go for it. Just make sure you set up the cameras to get the best view so we can watch remotely."

In the moments after three of the group left the apartment, it became quiet. I was exhausted: being fucked repeatedly takes some effort. But I never saw such a big smile as I did then and there: "We're gonna make you a big star - whether you like it or not."

But he only wanted to be alone with me.

I struggled even harder and called out more. I have a feeling he had a big one - just for me. But it was no good.

We were here for the duration.

A moment of silence. The big guy then picked up and moved the camera in a 90 degree angle so now it covered the bed. Turning to me he pulled the chair with me on it closer to the bed, stepping back several steps and proceeded to slowly take off his clothes. His smile was even bigger.

I still tried loosening my bindings and called out, but it was not working.

I watched as he threw off his underwear. I stopped squirming for a moment: he had what was probably one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen - at least about 11 inches or so, thick and round. Looking up, I saw how he saw me looking at his cock. Reaching down he then wrapped his arms around me and untied the bindings keeping me in the chair: my hands and arms, however, were tied separately. Whispering in my ear: “Now it's my turn."

I called out in desperation: "MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!" as he literally picked me up out of the chair and placed - not throw - me on the bed. His arms were thick and strong: he was obviously a bodybuilder - and he was ready.

I sat in fear and wonder, all the while pulling and tugging on the ropes binding me.

It was suddenly quiet.I could make out the occasional car driving by outside, but on a Sunday there isn't much going on. It was also chilly outside so there would be few pedestrians to even hear any call for help but my gag took care of that.

I struggled and desperately called out for help. I moved about pulling on my bindings, lifting my body out to try to stretch the rope tying me. I called out as loud as I could, even though since I was in the most isolated part of the apartment behind the heavy walls few, if anyone, could hear me but I still had to try.

Looking around, I also noticed something else - my cock was rock hard. The more I struggled to escape, the more excited I was getting. Anyone could see the pre-cum dripping from me. Despite all that had been forced on me, I was still active - and I was truly horny. This entire episode was truly erotic. Not more than hour ago, I was going about the apartment, nude from the waist, horny and secretly fantasizing about someone to grab me and start fucking me. It was a mere fantasy, of course, on my part but now, I was getting more dick than I ever could’ve imagined - and it was driving me crazy. I could tell by the looks on the face of our captors as they raped me that this was indeed hot. And I also realized that was the reason for the cameras. The more I struggled and squirmed, called out for help, the more me captors turned on and in turn fucked me ever so much more.

The hornier I and we got the hotter the scene got.

Now, I had the biggest rapist standing before med: at least 11 inches; and it was dripping enough for him to use the pre-cum as lubrication.

And now lifting my feet and ankles up to his head I watched helplessly as he searched and found my ass, rubbed lubricant on it and his cock and moved into me - a single strong thrust for an ass that is now open due to the constant pounding - but still forcing me to arch my back and call out for help, for joy, for worry - whatever - as I cummed. My captor also held my cock as he fucked me, but with my excitement I could not hold it long. We watched as a stream of cum shot up and then poured down his fist, squirting all around, covering my waist, my belly and the bed we played on. There was a single loud sound from my gagged mouth, when all of my muscles were locked tightly done for a preciously few moments, my back locking into a rictus of utter excitement that I came. Soon, my cock emptied what it could give, and I fell into utter exhaustion, not caring as he continued his drive into me, seeking his own cumshot.

Right then it was obvious; the scene made us both horny; man with the Biggest Cock and I were incredibly horned up. He knew this instinctively - but I was quickly learning.

Now, I was going to learn the "hard" way.

Soon, the others will be returning. As I laid there being fucked madly by a man with 11 inches, I realized that I must somehow escape no matter as there was no telling what they had in store for me.

But how?