Rape chronicles

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.

I spent the weekend processing what had happened to me.

I was raped by two young guys in my own home.

They tricked me into letting them into my apartment, tied and gagged me, drank my beer and ate my chips. And then they raped me.

I am not gay. I’ve never thought of a guy in any romantic way.

It had ended in an absolutely mind blowing orgasm.

I was never so confused in my live.

And then it happened.

It was I was at work on the following Monday. I was checking my mails when I noticed one that was different. It was obviously from a non work-related address with a subject “open when you’re alone”.

I was feeling sick all of a sudden. It was early so I was alone in the office when I opened the mail. I almost chocked on my coffee. It was a picture of my living room with me tied and gagged on the floor. I recognized my place easy enough.

The message itself was short: ‘Don’t tell anyone or this and the rest goes very public.’

I just closed it and tried not thinking about it. That did not work very well for the rest of the day but I got home OK.

I checked my mails and there was a new one. This included a picture with two dicks in my face. It took me several minutes to be able to focus enough to read the message itself.

‘Hello Sweetie,

Friday night was a lot of fun for us, it seemed like you enjoyed it quite a bit despite your initial hesitation. Next time you will be a bit more enthusiastic I hope. We took a bunch of pictures that you don’t want to be shown to your colleagues, do you?

We’ll be in touch.”

That got me pretty wound up over the day and the next.

On Wednesday there was still no further mail so I started to relax a bit. I got home and after having a beer started a game and was finally able to relax a bit when the doorbell rang.

I checked the door nervously and got quite a shock as it was the guy I had named Curly waiting at my door. I carefully opened the door a bit.

“What do you want?” I asked him.

“To come in, what else?” He answered. He placed his hand below my throat and pushed me in my apartment. He closed the door behind me, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. Tilting my hands on my back he licked my ear and whispered “Missed me?”

“No, can’t say I have.” I answered carefully. I could feel him starting to apply cable ties to my wrists again. “Please don’t, they cut into my wrists, people will notice. Can you use tape?”

He stopped. “Sure, can’t people starting to wonder what you’re up to in your free time, right.”

I pointed him to the cabinet where I kept the tape and he happily taped my hands behind my back. I was holding very still and was desperately trying to order my thoughts. This guy had already raped me and was obviously here for more. Why did I not fight back? I’m not even gay!

Once he was done with my wrists he frogmarched me into my living room and made me knell in front of my armchair. He wasted no time in taping my ankles together.

“Please, this is not necessary, I won’t fight back.” I pleaded with him.

He ignored me used some tape to blindfold me.

I could hear him walking around, just like last time and I was just as nervous.

“What do you want? I still don’t have any money.” I asked him.

After a while I heard him walking in front of me. I almost jumped as he put his hand under my chin. ”I’m not here for money.”

“Please. Don’t do this. I’m not even gay.” I was very close to crying.

He reached to my crotch, stroking my painfully hard erection.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.”

I could hear him opening his fly and the sound of him taking of his pants. In no time I had his dick in my face.

“Come on, you know what to do.”

I opened my mouth and started licking his dick. Judging from the sounds he made I was doing an adequate job at it. After a while he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, each time pushing his dick further down my throat until I started to gag on it. Each time I tried to pull away but he would have none of it.

After a while he started shaking and I could feel him harden up as he held his dick firmly in place at the back of my throat and pumped his hot spunk down it. He released my head and pulled back.

“That was not bad, you’re getting quite good, Sweetie.” He said while a tried to catch my breath and desperately tried not to vomit on my floor.

Once I had calmed down I was ordered to open my mouth again which I did without hesitation. A rag was shoved in and after my mouth was packed it was secured with more tape. Once that was done he helped me lay down and hogtaped me.

This was starting to feel familiar…

I don’t know how much time I spent there, tied, gagged, helpless and sporting a painfully hard boner. From the sound he had at least two beers and watched some TV before I was again brought to his attention.

He released my ankles and helped me up.

“It is getting late, we both have to go to work tomorrow.” He said as he frogmarched me and placed me on my bed. I tried to fight back and protested and he stripped my pants and boxers but to no avail. He ignored my protests as he tied my ankles to my bed spread as wide as they would go. I could feel him climbing on the bed between my legs.

I flinched as he put his hands on my ass and started massaging it.

“Very nice ass, I’ll enjoy this very much.”

The lube he applied felt cold but only for a moment. It was very soon replaced by the no longer completely unknown feeling of a dick being pressed against my anus. I tried to relax as I knew that resisting him would only be painful and he slid his dick in.

Pain was soon replaced by pleasure as he started to build up a steady rhythm.

As I had been on edge for quite some time it did not take long for me to explode while getting pounded by him.

“Sure, you’re not the least gay.” He laughed at me as he picked up the pace not giving me any real time to recover.

After a while I got very hard and aroused again. The second time we came together and he collapsed on top of me.

After a while he became quite heavy so I started struggling and tried to shift him from me. He groaned and finally got up. I could hear him getting dressed. I started to protest and wiggle in the tape hoping he would get the message.

He released my ankles from the bed and taped them together. He leaned in close.

“That was a very nice date. I’ll come by more often now.”

With that he left me alone, all I heard was the door shutting behind him. I managed to free myself easily as the tape had gotten loose while he fucked me.

After I had cleaned up I sat there for quite some time, thinking.

What had happened? This guy just raped me. Why did I open the door? It was clear what he was about. What did he mean with coming by more often? Why did I feel excited about that?