Fuck!

No Point in Resisting

The door sprang open and two large men, dressed in dark, came flying at me. I caught a glimpse of two blacked out faces, with two sets of determent eyes jumping out at me. The two men were wearing ski-masks...

Before I knew what was happening, they grabbed me by my arms and throat, and pulled me backwards, away from the door. I tried to scream but one of them immediately forced a gloved hand over my mouth, muffling the sound. I was paralyzed, completely overwhelmed by the shock. 

Inside the hallway, the two men wrestled me onto the floor, flipped me over and turned me face down against the ground. I heard the door slam shut behind them.

It was all happening so fast, that I had barely mustered a response. They were very coordinated in manhandling me, and seemed to be in complete control of the situation. My guess was this wasn’t their first rodeo.

Once on the floor they quickly moved on top of me, holding my arms and legs, pinning me down. The combined weight of my two attackers made it impossible for me to get up. 

The first guy, let's call him Frank, sat on my upper back, keeping his hand over my mouth. The other guy, let's name him Rob, controlled my legs. He kept them pinned down, securing them between his thighs, meanwhile he kept my arms locked tightly behind my back, with one hand. Each time one of them changed position or loosened his grip, the other quickly took over.

Now in full control of me, Rob pulled out a few lengths of rope from a duffle bag, and began tying my wrists together. He worked fast and precise, catching me off guard; and it was already too late to resist when I realized what was happening. 

He wrapped the cord around my wrists, pulled it tight, and tied my hands firmly together, behind the small of my back. I tried to struggle loose, pushing and pulling against the cords, but it was way too late to have any effect. Rob and Frank exchanged a few muffled words that I couldn’t really make out, then passed something between each other. Rob then continued tying me up, binding my ankles together, then my legs, just above the knees. After finishing he checked the ropes to make sure they were secure. As his hands moved up my legs, he started feeling out my butt and my thighs, I felt my muscles tensed up. My heart felt like it was about to fly out of my chest from sheer confusion and panic of the situation.

I wriggled and struggled between vise-like grips of Rob's thighs. His ropes too had a firm and sturdy feel to them. They wrapped around my body, without much room to maneuver, but they didn't feel overly tight. 

However, as soon as I tensed up or tried to fight the ropes, they grew solid around my limbs, becoming crushingly painful... It was almost like his ties were telling me to stop resisting. Telling me to just give in, give up and let whatever was happening, happen.

At that moment Frank repositioned, as he did he shifted the weight of his body to the front of my back. I felt the air being pushed out of my chest. 

I couldn't move and I struggled to breathe, gasping for air against his hand that still covered my nose and mouth. All of a sudden, he removed his hand, and I instinctively opened my mouth wide to suck in as much air as possible.

“Gasp”

I had hardly filled my lungs, when I heard a jingling sound, and felt his hands rush towards my face. A split second later, I felt the hard push of a rubber ball, as Frank shoved a gag past my lips and into the back of my mouth. It pushed against my tongue, pressing it to the back of my throat, and I felt like I was choking. 

I tossed and struggled against the gag, trying to scream, but Frank just grinned and locked the buckle of the gag tightly behind my head.

The gag felt way too big to fit, taking up most of the space in my mouth. It overpowered my tongue with its presence, subduing it completely, and blocked up my throat to a point where all my shouting had turned into muffled grunts and moans.

Moments later Rob pulled a scarf from his pocket and tied it over my eyes, blindfolding me. The transformation was complete it seemed - for now at least, as I would soon discover.

The two men slowly shifted their weight off my back, as if to test their handiwork. As soon as I felt them let go I tried to break free, pulling at my wrists and kicking my feet and legs. I tried screaming for help, but with my mouth blocked it sounded pitifuI. I struggled against the ropes and the ball-gag, in short bursts of energy, almost as if I was trying to intimidate them. I could tell from their grins, that they weren't too impressed

After a few outbursts I gave up the fight. I felt myself going limp, and flop back flaccid on the floor, with my legs curled up behind me. I felt my chest heaving up and down as I tried to catch my breath. 

Frank and Rob were standing somewhere, quietly towering above me. Somehow I could feel their eyes on my body, and it made me feel anxious. My mind started to race: Why were they here?! Do they want to rob me?! Are they going to hurt me?!! Then I remembered Rob’s hands groping my ass… Are they going to fuck me?!

I felt a pit in my stomach and my mouth felt dry. I could feel the blood rush to my face. “Shit! I think they're going to fuck me”. At the moment of realizing my fate, I felt my dick grow hard. I exhaled. An unfamiliar sound flew out my mouth, made even weirder by the obstruction of the gag in my mouth.

“mmnngh”

The sound took me quite by surprise. What the fuck?! Did I just moan? I thought to myself.  

I've heard that people respond to dangerous situations very differently - fight og flight. That sort of thing. But horny? I couldn’t think straight.

To be honest I had often fantasized about rape scenarios: Being tied up and fucked against my will (but not really). I had even gotten off a few times, imagining I was being abducted by a pair of handsome strangers. But this was way too real!

I had no control over the situation. No safe word to make them stop. No exit plan. I didn’t even know their real names! Despite all that, a part of me was apparently getting excited by the whole thing... I mean, for fucks sake, I just moaned!

Frank and Rob seemed to take notice. “You hear that? Sounds like this little bitch is ready for round 2”. 

Round 2? What the fuck did he mean by that? 

The two of them now grabbed hold of me again and flipped me back onto my stomach, with my butt slightly raised up. Then they started tearing at my clothes!

AI felt the fabric rip and the sound of scissors cutting. I felt helpless as I was slowly being stripped. The feeling of intimidation was overpowering. 

All I could do was lie there. I was at their mercy. The action of their hands were rough and unrelenting . I whimpered and begged through the ball gag. Fearful of every cut.

When they were done cutting off my shirt and t-shirt, they started working on my jeans. Were they gonna cut off everything?!

The two of them worked in sections, cutting pieces off as they went, pulling the fabric away from the tight bindings around my legs and ankles, making sure not to cut the ropes. When they had finished they pulled off my shoes and socks and threw them on the floor. They then paused for a few seconds. 

The two men made a couple of remarks on my body. I was in pretty good shape, they seemed to think. 

One of them (my guess Frank) grabbed a hold of my underwear, and pulled at it, wedging the strip of cloth between the cheeks of my butt. With a few well placed snips of the scissors it came loose, and I felt the elastic band flop back. He then pulled the remaining fabric away from under me, exposing my smooth ass.

“Huh, I think the little slut shaved his hole for us,” Frank said with a surprise in his voice. 

He cupped my butt cheek and pushed it slightly to the side with his thumb, so as if to double check.

My face glowed bright red. My body felt warm against the cool floor.

I felt embarrassed. I had never liked having a hairy butt, and had always felt like it was in the way. By now I had gotten used to feeling the smooth skin against my pants. I also liked having it like that when I played with myself. It made me feel a little sexier, and more feminine even submissive. I felt it paired especially well with the fantasies I had about being dominated, stripped of my free will, the willing instrument of someone else. A willing slave… 

Now, my fantasies had suddenly become all too real!

I felt a warm hand running across my cheek, confirming its smoothness. Another hand grabbed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart slightly. 

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” Rob stated. 

I felt a jitter in my stomach.

“You like getting fucked don’t you?!”

I froze. A few seconds passed.

“Answer me slut!”

I jolted. I had no idea how to answer.

“Smack!” I felt a sharp pain across my butt cheek, followed by another. 

“You better fucking answer” said Rob in a stern voice.

“Pweeaf” I mubbled. Pweeaff… ‘ont ‘urt ‘e” 

Another slap, and another, and another - this time very hard. 

“Aw, aww” I cried. I felt tears in my eyes.

“Tells us you wanna get fucked, slut” He repeated.

“I ‘ont ‘no… I ‘aven’ ‘one ‘his ‘efore”. I mumbled through the gag. It sounded dumb and naive, I felt. 

Rob and Frank grinned. “Oh we have a little slut-virgin on our hands” Frank mocked. “I guess we can work with that!” 

“What do you think?”

“I think we're gonna have some fun,” Rob replied. “Wouldn't you say, slut?”

Rob grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it tight. It hurt. 

“We're gonna have to train you up a bit, it would seem. When you're asked a question you answer with: yes sir. Do you understand?!”

“Yef ‘ir”. I answered immediately.

“Good”

Rob turned to Frank “Why don't I go get things ready, and  two of you can get to know each other”

“Sounds good to me” Frank replied.

Rob got up, and a moment later I could hear him leave for the other room.

Get ready for what? What things? My head was still spinning… I was alone with Frank now, stripped naked and tied up on the floor. 

Frank moved over and grabbed me by the shoulders. He then moved me up from off the floor, and placed me in an upright position resting on my knees. Frank bent down, and lifted me up draping me over his back and shoulder. He held my legs firmly against his chest as he stood up. My hips rested heavy against him, with my ass pointing straight forward. The rest of me dangled down his back as he held me. He felt powerful to me. Obviously he and Rob were strong guys, but I hadn't really felt how strong he was up until now. Picking me up like that seemed all too easy for him and I felt small against his large frame.

Frank pinched my butt. Almost as if to ask; “All set slut?”. He then carried me down the hall, into my bedroom. He walked across the room with intent and tossed me onto my bed without much warning. The sudden drop made me tense up and I felt the tightness of the ropes against my skin, as I bounced against the madras, stiff as a board.

Frank climbed over next to me. Grabbing my shoulders, he flipped me onto my back, legs together, knees raised up. My hips pressed against the madras. I arched my back to make room for my arms. 

He paused for a moment. 

All my senses flared with hyperactivity at this point, and my mind was working in overdrive. I quivered from even the smallest movement made by my strong captor. 

What was happening!? What did he want!?

To my immediate surprise, Frank sat down on the bed next to me and began caressing me gently. He ran his fingers through my hair, before moving his hand down across the blindfold and over my cheek. He graced my lips with his thumb, pushing on the ball gag for a moment, and judging my reaction. I made a faint gagging  sound as I tried to swallow. I felt my body trembling nervously.

It all felt so foreign yet somehow it slowly drew me in. It was bizarre. On one hand a terrifying and unwelcome situation. On the other hand it felt like a long awaited fulfillment of a dark and dormant fantasy that had suddenly, and without my consent, become very real. It swept me along in a swirling torrent of conflicting emotions, torn between quivering dread and a deep lusting for my captor's touch...

Frank continued, letting his big hand slide down my neck, gripping my throat firmly, for a moment, then releasing it gently. It felt like he was asserting his dominance over me. He was in complete control. He knew it. I knew it. My heart was racing.

His hand moved further down, fondling my chest. He rubbed my nibbles a bit, then pinched them hard between his fingers, tugging on both of them at the same time. The sharp pain made me whimper and flinch “Mmmh... agh”

Frank seemed to enjoy watching me squirm around. He repeated the torture once more, then let go. Leaving my nipples feeling red and sore. “Sensitive, huh” asked Frank, with a grin in his voice. I mumbled a response.

Frank now turned his attention to a new part of my body. 

His fingers danced across my stomach and tickled the top of my thighs. I couldn’t help but laugh. He had grown surprisingly gentle, almost playful with me. I began to feel more at ease. After each tickle my muscles become more relaxed.

Frank seized his tender torture, and ran the palm of his hand across me, down the top of my thigh. He stopped by the bindings at my knees, then turned his hand inwards towards the gap of my legs, and followed its path up towards my groin. He hand moved slowly savoring my reaction. I took a deep breath. With his middle and index finger he put pressure on the area just behind my balls, massaging it pushing against my prostate from the outside. It felt a bit awkward at first, but after a little while the desired effect became apparent, as I felt my cock getting hard. 

He fondled my cock and balls, tucking on the latter with a firm but gentle grip, that made my cock bounce up and down, flopping against my stomach. He grabbed hold and ran his fingers up the shaft, stopping at the tip. With his thumb, middle and index fingers he started massaging the head of my cock - getting increasingly more aggressive as he felt me grow harder in his hand. 

My breaths grew deeper and more pronounced. Frank was certainly not without skills, and I began to moan softly as he jerked me off. Drool was running down my cheeks and chin. My hips began to instinctively thrust to the rhythm of his hand stroking my cock, accentuating the feeling of what I was receiving.

The battle of emotions was being fought, and my desire was clearly on the winning side, sweeping all of my inhibitions away. My body moved to his touch, hungry for more. But as I was really starting to get into it, Frank suddenly stopped. I felt his hand let go of me. I let out a disappointing cry “Mmunhh”. 

“Oh, are you disappointed?” Frank asked playfully. “Maybe I should have explained the rules to you; you’re not allowed to cum today. Not until I we decide so” 

“Is that understood?”

I replied, with a disappointed “yef ‘ir…” But still remembering Rob’s stern instructions from earlier.

Frank leaned over me to grab a large pillow from across the bed. He grabbed hold of my left arm and leg and pulled me towards him In a swift motion. Frank positioned me face down in the middle bed, lodging the pillow underneath my hips, so it propped up my butt. My knees and chest pushed against each end of the pillow, which compressed it even further, into a solid platform with me purged on top. This made it difficult to move around.

The steep angle of my position even parted the cheeks of my butt slightly, leaving me feeling even more vulnerable than before. 

Oh fuck! No, no, no! This is it. I thought. He's gonna force himself inside me!

I was still pretty turned on from Frank's foreplay, but the sudden notion of taking it in the ass, right then and there, while in the clutches of a strange man, made me feel very anxious. 

I struggled to get down from the pillow, but I was stuck. Frank sensed my concern.

“Don't worry I’m not gonna fuck you... not just yet”. He patted me ironically on the butt. 

His words didn't exactly reassure me... but somehow it convinced me well enough, that he would give me a bit more time to get in the mood.

I felt his hand grab hold of my ass. I twitched. 

“There are other things we can do in the meantime, you know” 

Frank continued to massage my cheeks. 

I swallowed my spit. Oh boy...

He ran his hand across the skin of my back, down and over my shoulders. His other hand joined in, and followed the gentle curve of my butt. A couple of fingers slid down the gap between my butt cheeks, and found their way to my ass. The sudden presence of his fingers made me jump. But Frank continued unaffected. With his middle and index finger he began to massage my hole with small circular motions, gently pushing against the opening. He pushed a little harder against it, and I felt my sphincter give in a bit. He took his hand away for a few seconds. Then two moistened fingers returned. He repeated the motion. This time he applied more pressure.

I felt my boundaries being pushed further and further.

My ass felt tight as he slipped the first few joints of his fingers inside me. I gave off a little moan, and felt my cock grow against the fabric of the pillow.

It all felt so crazy. Here I was, the captive of two strange men. Helpless in the hands of one of them. Tied up and naked on my bed, gagged and blindfolded. And now I was getting fingered. I literally had some strange guy’s fingers inside me... It felt surreal…

My body was taking over. Was I liking it?... It began to feel that way.

How far would Frank go? All the way? How far did I want him to go? 

It wasn’t like I had much say in the matter though… All I could do was lie there naked, ass in the air, and on the receiving end of Frank's (quite honestly) skillful hands. Was I in heaven or hell? I couldn’t make up my mind…

A voice began to form in my head. “Mmm”

After a little while, Frank had sufficiently loosen me up to a point where he could easily fit both of his fingers inside me, up to his knuckles. I moaned into the madras, muffled by the ball gag still securely locked in my mouth. Trying hard not to sound too into it. Inside my head though, it was a different matter.

“Mmhm, fuck me” moaned the voice in my head. 

Frank slid his fingers in and out in a smooth and steady fucking-motion. Opening me up further and further. Out a little, then back in he went, as deep as he could go. I felt his fingertips sliding and rubbing against my g-spot - 

“MMmmh”. He kept going.

“Mmmhhmm yes! Yes! the voice inside me insisted”

Frank leaned in and I felt his unmasked lips against my butt cheek. He had a beard. I felt the sharp contrast between the coarse hairs on his chin and my smooth bottom. His lips moved to a new location, exploring my skin. First kissing me with his lips, then licking with his tongue, all the while he continued to finger my hole. 

His lips slowly made their way towards my ass. I felt his fingers pulling out slowly. A moment later I felt my cheeks being spread apart and felt the warm sensation of a smooth tongue rimming the outside of my hole. 

“Oh!”

The sensation was a little weird, to be honest. So was the contrast between the rough hairs on his chin and the smoothness of his tongue. I tried to pull away for a moment, but in response Frank pushed his big arm underneath my hips, holding me tight, locking his face firmly against my ass. I wasn’t going anywhere, he affirmed.

“Mmmm, aahh”

Frank’s tongue seemed to acquire a life of its own, pushing, sliding and rolling against my ass, prying its way in. The initial weirdness gave way, and the sheer pleasure coming from his treatment of me, began to fill me. He now pushed his tongue completely inside my ass. I couldn’t stop myself from gasping.  It felt wonderful. It felt intimate. And I could feel he was enjoying himself too. I could tell he liked controlling me. Either through pain or pleasure, he dominated completely, and I wasn’t resisting anymore…

I started to enjoy the thought of him, getting off on having his tongue deep in my ass. Gripping me tight with his strong arms. Using me however he wanted. The little slut inside med might have been latent up until this moment, but he sure was out now… 

After some time Frank loosened his grip and pulled his head away. I felt woozy. My skin radiated heat.

“You take it well, slut” he said, while the tip of his thumb massaged my hole. “I think you could handle another little surprise”. 

I had let go of all and any ideas of escape or struggle at this point. Instead I turned myself over completely to whatever Frank had planned for me.

I felt the madras spring back as Frank got up from the bed. It sounded like he went into the hallway. I took a moment to try and collect myself. I tried to adjust my position on the pillow, it made my butt strut even more. 

A few moments later Frank returned and placed a small bag on the bed, beside me. He unzipped it and pulled something out of it. I heard the sharp click of a plastic cap being opened. Then a squirting sound and I felt a cool drip on my ass and butt cheeks. 

Frank began spreading the slick liquid around with his hands and fingers, making sure the groove of my butt was fully covered, before pushing a finger halfway inside me. It slid in very easily.

Frank then pulled out another item from the bag. There was another squirt of the bottle and I heard his hands working. A moment later he returned. With one hand he gently grabbed my butt cheek, his thumb on the inside, spreading my ass open. In his other hand he held a large sex toy - lubed up and ready. 

Frank with the tip of the toy, massaging it against my ass. Then he let the full length of it slide in between my butt cheeks at a shallow angle, to give me a feel of the size of it. It felt pretty big. 

The toy seemed to be made up of three individual balls of rubber, arranged like pearls on a string, but joined together into a solid piece. It felt smooth and flexible.

“You feel this slut?” Frank asked seductively.

“mmhnm, yef ‘ir” I quickly replied trying to sound as slutty as possible.

“You’re gonna take this butt plug all the way in your tight ass… He grabbed me by the hair. 

Is that understood?” He continued.

“hah, Yef ‘ir” I answered obediently.

Frank made the tip of the butt plug slide back and forth a few times, rubbing it against my ass, and pushing a little harder against it with each pass. He then changed the angle of his approach, and began poking my hole with the smooth tip of the toy. Occasionally he pulled back, to allow me a moment to relax.

He continued like this for a while, giving me just enough time to get used to the size and feel of the toy, but demanding more and more of me. I felt my ass starting to relax and open up, greatly helped by the lube. Another push and the first rubber ball slid inside me, followed shortly by the second, larger ball. “Mmmh” They filled me up amply, but it felt good.

Sensing we weren’t done, I braced myself for more. 

Frank now employed a different technique: retrieving the toy from my ass, then quickly reinserting it. He repeated the same action a few times. It seemed to do the trick. He made a couple of slow, but determinant thrusts with the toy. 

I felt a sharp pain as my hole struggled to accommodate the toy. “ahah ah ‘o, pweaf” I begged. 

Frank pushed harder and I felt my ass being pushed open as the third ball slid inside me. My hole closed tightly around it. I felt a jitter in my stomach, as the uneven toy pushed up against my prostate.

The butt plug felt huge in my ass. I did my best to relax, sucking in my stomach. 

Frank pushed against the base of the butt plug, making sure it was all the way in, 

“Feels good doesn't it, slut!” 

“Aah, Mmm... yef...” I muttered without much conviction.

“Yes what?” Frank slapped my butt cheek, hard.

“oww! Yef ‘ir!” I cried.

“Good. Next time I’ll do worse, slut”

Frank pulled out some more rope out of the bag and began tying me down. He wrapped the cords around my angles, securing feet to the legs of the bed, fixing them in place. He then proceeded to do a couple of more intricate ties around my arms and torso, lifting and turning me as he did. He locked my arms together, replacing the original binding around my wrists. When he had finished he left the bed and stood up. I was even more helpless than before, but the feeling did nothing to subdue my new raging hardon. I laid still in anticipation.

 “All tucked in slut? Good... Nighty night”

I jolted my head in surprise, towards the sound of his voice. What! Was he gonna leave me here like this all night? 

“Mnoo, pfeeaaaf ‘on’t...” I tried to beg. 

“You scare easily - I like that” He teased.

“Relax, I was kidding. I’m just gonna go raid your fridge and kick back for a while” He reassured me.

“Your new ‘masters’ will be back soon enough, slut. You just get some rest” He sounded a bit more serious this time.

“You’ll need it”.

“Oh, and don’t worry about setting an alarm. I’ve got you covered”. 

Almost as soon as he said it, I felt a shock as the butt plug jolted alive inside my ass, and continued with a fierce throbbing motion. My hole was still adjusting to the new reality, and the sudden commotion made it painful. “Mmhhnnn” I moaned and wriggled on the bed. About 30 seconds later it stopped. The butt plug had a remote control, I surmised - and Frank was holding it.

I could almost feel him smiling as he shut the door behind him, leaving me in the dark. I heard footsteps moving away from the bedroom, and Rob’s muffled voice outside. 

Masters? Your new masters… I had heard the term used often in bdsm-porn. The plots usually revolved around the same thing - sex and submission; fx. the relationship between the strict master and the obedient slave. Was this their plan for me? Were they gonna turn me into their sexslave...?

Aah, my ass still hurt like hell.