Playing with fire

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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I managed to get home, put away my stuff and got cleaned up before my parents got home. Dinner was a bit awkward as I was lost in thought, but that was brushed of as these where the last days before school would restart.

I managed to get trough dinner and went to bed.

My thoughts where racing and I had trouble going to sleep but eventually I managed.

I woke up in the middle of a very disturbing dream. In my dream I was pinned down by tentacles. Unable to move they where invading me. I tried to fight back but was firmly held in place and thoroughly violated. It felt so warm, so good that I came in my sleep. Something I hadn’t done since forever.

I slowly woke up from the rocking motion of the tentacles violating me.

It slowly dawned on my that something was very different.

The rocking did not stop and I still couldn’t move. I could move a little but I felt something hard and cold around my wrists. It was still dark until I realized that I was blindfolded.

I tried to scream only to discover that I was gagged with what felt like a sock held in place by tape wrapped around my head. Me legs where spread and tied to the sides of my bed, I was unable to close them.

The tentacle monster was still on top of me pinning me in place. Only it was not a slimy tentacle monster but the sweaty, heavy body of a man lying on top of me. The tentacle violating me was his dick that he buried deep in my ass with every slow and determined stroke. Hairy, sweaty arms held me tight, that explained the other tentacles.

I could feel him speeding up and spasm as he pumped his load into me and collapsed on top of me burying with his full weight.

I could feel his stubby chin brushing against my head. “Good morning little one, I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself.”

After a while he started to move and finally pushed his weight of me.

“Alright. You have some fun now, I need to get to work. Remember was we talked about.” I heard over the sound of someone dressing. I know that voice. They know where I live.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry. I won’t break our little toy. That would be a shame.” Said the other guy sending shivers down my back.

I was trying to protest but the gag was only allowing some quite muffled noises to escape.

“Don’t worry, we’ll spent some time today and you wont even have to come to us. Isn’t that nice.” He emphasized his point with a hearty smack on my butt.

I could hear them quietly talking for some time but was unable to make anything out as their voices where too low to hear clearly.

The next thing I knew was a strong hand on my neck.

“Now that I have you to myself, let us have some fun.” his other hand stroked my back and wandered lower towards my ass.

“But first we have to clean you up, I’m not a huge fan of sloppy seconds.”

He undid my legs and cuffed them together. Then he settled himself on my back, pinning me to the bed. He uncuffed my hands to release them from the bed and cuffed them behind my back.

“Now, up you go.” with his help I managed to stand up. Slowly he guided me and we made our way to the bathroom that was next to my room. I easily recognized it by the smell of the cleaning agent I had used earlier this week.

Somehow I made it into the shower stall without falling. That would have been impossible if he had not been supporting me with strong grips on my upper arms.

He pushed me down and I knelt down in my own shower stall.

He uncuffed my hands and cuffed them over my head, presumably to the shower railing. Then he turned on the shower. I shrieked as I was doused with ice-cold water, I could just hear him laughing over the noise of the water and my own noises.

I titled my head out of the water stream to be able to breath. The water had warmed up and I was actually getting comfortable. This isn’t too bad.

Just then did the water get disrupted. He stepped in?

“There are only two kind of people. People who pee in the shower and dirty liars. Which one are you?”

Before I had a chance to react I could feel his hot piss on my body, he guided the stream up to my neck and then in my face. “Face me and hold still.” I took a deep breath and faced the direction of his voice. He was now pissing directly on the blindfold, the piss being slightly diluted with the water from the sower. I just wished that I could now be swallowed by a hole in the ground, please.

When I could no longer hold my breath I tilted my head forward and was able to breath more or less.

“The water gives you trouble breathing?” I nodded my head carefully. “Let me help you with that.”

He peeled the tape away. He then stuck his fingers in my mouth to retrieve to cloth. “You know the drill, you make no noise. Right?” I nodded again, what else was I to do.

He pulled out the cloth and I could relax.

It did not last long at all when I could smell his dick in front of my face. I opened my mouth without being prompted, by now I knew what was expected of me. He shoved his dick in my mouth to the point where he reached the end of my tongue.

He had repositioned himself so that my face was again fully under the shower stream.

“Good boy.” He took hold of my head with both of his hands and slid his dick all the way down my throat. He held it there until I started to run low on air. When he noticed me having trouble he pulled out long enough to get a lungful of air in and pushed his dick all the way back again.

I have no idea how long he repeated that process but I was seeing stars soon enough. With each repetition he held his dick longer in my throat slowly suffocation me. No matter how hard I tried to pull away or struggle I didn’t manage anything. With my hands and feet cuffed, no purchase in the wet shower stall he was totally in control.

He changed tactics and started to fuck my throat mercilessly then. I tried to catch some air in between strokes but he did not pull out his dick far enough and my nose was directly showered with water. I started to panic and trash around wildly. His reaction was to shove his dick in my throat and clamp my head tight. I could feel him spasm in a small corner of my mind, pumping his spunk directly into me.

At last he pulled his dick out and let go of my head. I coughed and gulped in air. The panic subsided bit by bit.

He turned of the water and leaned down. “Good boy.” He kissed me full on the lips.

After he had dried himself he helped me out of the shower and dried me as I was standing there. Hands and feet cuffed, blindfolded in my own bathroom.

He brushed a hand against my cheek. “Nice and clean, just how I love them.” He kissed me on the lips again, his hand against the back of my head. His tongue forced its way in my mouth and he french kissed me forcefully. I was mortified, especially as I was getting hard from this.

“Just as I thought.” He guided me carefully back to my room and pushed me down to the floor. He linked the cuffs together so I could not move at all.

I could hear him get my chair and sit in front of me.

“Now, tell me. Have you always liked men?” He asked.

I was so mortified that I could not answer.

“Because I do think you’re gay and love getting it up the ass.” He taunted.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I’m not gay, I’m not into men at all!” I shouted at him.

“Is that so? Then why are you still hard?” He tease by touching my stiff dick.

I turned my head away. He lightly grabbed my chin and turned my face towards him again. His lips met mine, this time he did not need to force anything. Our tongues wrestled while he massaged my dick. It felt absolutely amazing.

He pulled back. “Don’t you like that?” “Yes.” “More?” “Please.”

He massaged my to orgasm while french kissing me. I was on cloud 9, tied and blindfolded in my room, molested by a total stranger.

“There you go, my little faggot.” He said softly after letting go of my dick and lips.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” He asked softly.

I slowly shook my head no.

“A boy?”

I could not answer.

“I see. Don’t worry there is no shame in that.”

For some reason I felt more humiliated than ever before. These guys have raped and degraded me but talking about my conflicting and confusing emotions was humiliating to me.

“Now. Do you want to make me feel good?”

I nodded yes.

He pulled my head forward until I could sense his dick right on top of my lips.

I opened my mouth and started by licking its tip. I wrapped my lips around its tip and started sucking on it. I played my tongue over the tip and started to slide my lips up and down the shaft.

I could feel him relaxing while I worked his dick which gave me confidence. I pushed myself until I was able to lick his balls with his dick down my throat. That made him groan.

It did not take long until he started to moan and spasm. I pushed my head down and licked his twitching balls while he came in my throat.

I sat back and waited for him to recover.

“What do we say?” he asked.

I had to think a tiny moment. “Thank you sir.”

“Good boy.”