Chapter 1
Ping!
I flip over my phone, unlocking the screen with my face. I smirk to myself as I notice a Grindr notification. Clicking on the app, my cock twitches when I see the message. It’s from one of the local guys I’ve been chatting with, I think his name is John? It won’t matter much longer.
*Hey, I’m on your street. Which house should I go to?*
“Aaand I’m gone.” I mutter as I hit the block button on his profile. I laugh to myself as the thread disappears from the app. My dick gets even harder, and I can’t help but touch myself through my pants.
No matter how many times I do it, I never get tired of it. If you asked anyone who knows me, they’d tell you I’m straight. They’d be right, of course. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have certain… fantasies. I’m what they call a switch in the BDSM community. That means I’m no stranger to getting dominated by women. I even let my girlfriend peg me at a sex club we frequent. And yet, I’ve always had a hidden desire to be tied up and fucked by a man.
I’m not gay, hell no! Dudes are ugly, and dicks are just… yuck! Have you ever seen one? I just think the idea of having a guy make me take a load up my ass is pretty damn hot. But, like I said, I’m not gay. So, I just fantasize. The only problem is, porn stopped doing it for me awhile ago. It just lacks that… personal touch. So, I started going on apps like Grindr. I hit up guys near me anonymously, and I convince them to come over and do some real kinky stuff. I’m talking stuff like cnc. I mostly go for black guys with massive dicks, they’re my favorite to fantasize about. They love it when I tell them I want them to breed me and not take no for an answer. I get off on what they want to do to me, and when they get to my area, I block them. Sure, it might be messed up, but a man has needs!
Anywho, forget that fag. I have a weekend full of skiing and pussy ahead of me. My girl, Christine, and I are avid skiers, we go at least once a week during the on season. Since I just got a promotion at my law firm, she went ahead and booked a real nice Airbnb up the mountain. I guess a friend owns it and gave her a great deal. She promised me a week I wouldn’t forget. I toss my phone next to my suitcase, fantasizing about the countless hours of snow, schnapps, and sex to come.
Since we’re both in colleges about two hours apart, we decided to drive up separately. I’m not even twenty minutes into my drive up there when my phone lights up again. One hand on the wheel I check it to see she’s sent me a text. Apparently, she’s run into some car trouble on the way and will probably be a couple hours late. I briefly toy with the idea of heading back home and waiting until she was on the road again. But the idea hits me to head up there ahead of her, really set the mood for her arrival. She always gives me really good head when I do romantic shit like that.
The drive is mostly uneventful, save for the layer of snow that’s slowly starting to build. I reach the house after navigating highways and winding mountain roads for nearly two hours. It’s a two story, log cabin style home, complete with a hot tub and sauna. Tucked away among the tall pine trees, it’s a true lovers’ paradise. No one would be bothering us all week. I park out front and turn off the engine, shivering as I step out into the cold. I jog up to the front door and start fumbling with the lockbox. Shit’s hard with gloves on! Once I finally get it open, I am surprised to see a door key but no fob for the garage. Oh well, must be inside.
Unlocking the door as quickly as I can with my shaky hands I quickly throw it open and run inside. The warmth hits me like a loving embrace. Shutting the door behind me I take a look around the space. I’m standing in the entryway, looking at an open-concept first floor. To the left there’s a massive kitchen and dining room, while the rest of the floor is a living room with a huge, vaulted ceiling. On the other side of the floor is a double glass door to the outside, right next to a hand-carved, wooden staircase. That leads up to a wrap around walkway on the second floor, where all the bedrooms look to be. Everything had the same kind of decor - antlers, ski gear, that kind of crap.
“Man, she really outdid herself!” I mutter to myself as I begin searching for the fob to the garage.
I’m just starting to search a nearby credenza when a sudden noise catches my attention. It sounded like a floorboard creaking somewhere, though it was so brief I begin to think I was imagining it. I stand still, listening closely, but nothing moves. I try to tell myself it was just the house shifting in the wind. But, just to be safe, I decide maybe I should check it out. Last thing I need is a raccoon running around this place while I’m balls deep. Just as I’m about to go take a look, however, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s my girl calling.
“Hey, babe, what’s up? Everything good?”
“Im so sorry, babe!” She cries into the phone.
“Hey, hey, calm down! What’s wrong?”
“I’m still stuck out here on the side of the road. I got my dad to come take a look, but he says he probably can’t fix it for a few days! How am I supposed to get to you?”
Damn it, I think to myself, I guess I’m not getting laid tonight. “Hey, don’t worry about tonight, ok? Just get towed back home and I’ll come pick you up in the morning.”
“Really?” She sniffles, her voice slightly cheerier.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. You know me, I’m an understanding guy!” That, and I know she’s going to give me some apology sex tomorrow.
“Thank you, Max, you’re the best!” She cheers. “Hey, listen… I arranged a little surprise for you in the master bedroom. I want you to have some fun tonight, ok? Consider it part of my apology.”
My night just got even better! “Wow, really? Thanks, babe! You’re the best. I’m gonna go check it out now, okay?”
“You bet! Bye!” *beep*
Man, I really scored big with her. Sweet, massive rack, and a sex drive that could tire out any man. What more can I ask for? Kicking off my shoes and tossing my keys onto the couch, I make my way up the stairs. Might as well get started with this surprise of hers!
Coming up to the top of the steps I see three rooms along the landing. The last one has a set of double wooden doors. I guess that must be the master. My cock starts to throb as I wonder what kind of surprise she got for me. We’re a pretty kinky couple with quite the extensive collection of toys between the two of us, so it’s hard to imagine her getting something I want that we don’t already have. The mystery makes me even harder.
When I get to the double doors I come to a stop. Holding the handles in my hands I revel in the anticipation, my cock now straining against my pants. I can’t wait any longer. I turn the doorhandles, letting the doors swing wide open. What I see waiting for me immediately leaves me stunned. This is so far from anything I imagined that I can only stand there, mouth hanging open in shock.
“Alyssa?!”
“Well, hello, Max.” She says in a sultry voice, eyeing me up like a lion watching its prey.
She’s a bartender at the sex club my girl and I go to. I’ve had a thing for her ever since we first spoke. Every time we go, I get my girl a little tipsy and try convincing her to ask Alyssa to have a threesome. She always gets mad at me for it, though. Well, I guess she must have had a change of heart, because that tall, curvy latina is standing across the room from me, giving me bedroom eyes. She’s in a pair of lacy, purple lingerie that shows off her curvy waist and massive tits. If I wasn’t so shocked, I’d be all over her by now.
“W-what are you doing here?!”
She giggles, flipping her long, black hair over her caramel shoulder.
“I’m here for you, duh. We’re going to have sooo much fun.”
Yes! Score! “Wait, really?! So you are the surprise my wife got me!”
She laughs again, walking up to me and grabbing me by the shirt. “Oh, baby. I’m definitely a surprise for you, but I’m not from your wife.”
I tilt my head, confused. “Wait, my wife didn’t tell you to come?”
“No, silly! They did!”
When I turn and look where she’s pointing, my heart drops. Standing just behind one of the bedroom doors, a huge black man watches me from hiding with an evil grin. He’s tall - maybe 6’4” - and jacked.
“Well, look at that! The little fag is already hard!” Another voice laughs, stealing his attention. Standing behind the other bedroom door is yet another black man. He’s not as big as the other dude, but he looks scrappy. This would be terrifying enough for me on its own, but it’s made worse when I notice in horror that they’re both sporting massive boners. The two men are eyeing me up and down, rubbing their meat through their shorts. Just as I’m starting to process what I’m seeing, Alyssa throws herself onto my back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
‘What the fuck is this?!” I demand to know.
She giggles and leans in, whispering in my ear. “Didn’t I tell you? We’re about to have some fun.”
Fuck no. That’s when a switch flips in me. Without another word I elbow Alyssa in the stomach. She coughs and loosens her hold on me just enough that I’m able to shove her off me. She stumbles to the floor, but I don’t look to see if she’s okay. I’m out of there. Immediately I take off for the stairs.
“We got a runner!” The bigger man yells.
Who are they yelling to? Doesn’t matter. I’m not sticking around to find out. Fuck that. I’m not getting mugged or killed today! I run out of the bedroom and down the landing, ready to fly down the stairs as fast as I can. I can hear footsteps behind me as someone runs after me. No way I’m looking to see who. I’m almost to the stairs when my foot suddenly catches on something, sending me tumbling to the ground.
“Fuck!” I wheeze as my body collides with the floor.
I try to scramble to my feet but my right foot is still snagged on something. Looking back to see what, I am terrified at what I see. In my eagerness to see what was waiting for me before, I guess I missed a length of paracord running from one of the banisters into the bedroom. It was so close in color to the floor that it had blended in. Now that I just tripped on it I see a stocky black man coming out of that first bedroom, the paracord pulled taught in his hand. I try to kick my foot free but he’s faster than he looks, grabbing my legs in a flash.
His grip on my ankle is firm and he works efficiently, like he’s done this before. Before I can even react, he’s wound the paracord around my ankles several times, binding them together. But the scariest part is the way he licks his lips as he’s doing it. This must be enough to really trigger my survival instincts because I suddenly let out a loud shout before kicking him in the chest with both feet. This guy might be big but I got strong legs. I kick him hard enough to send him stumbling backwards, where he tumbles onto a few more men that have just started coming out of the rooms behind him.
While this fat fuck is trying to pull himself up, I immediately get to freeing my feet. It takes a second, but I’m able to get loose and scrabble to my feet just as the big guy is almost back up. Now free I frantically scramble down the stairs, desperate to escape. My bare feet hit the floor hard as I skip the last few stairs. Fuck shoes, I’ll get more! I’m almost to the door when I freeze. My car keys! In my panic I forget where I left them, long enough for the first man to reach the bottom of the stairs. Then I remember. I dart to the couch, snatch my keys, and run back. I pull open the front door, so close to freedom I can feel the cold winter breeze on my skin.
That’s when reality hits me. Or rather, two-hundred-something pounds of pure, black muscle. He collides with me full force, ramming me into the door so hard that I can hear the wall shake as it slams shut. My entire body aches from the impact. But I can’t go down. He uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around my chest, catching me in a bear hug.
“Just let it happen, bitch boy!” He whispers in my ear.
A new wave of adrenaline hits me. Despite my legs shaking under me, I find the strength to kick off the door with both feet. The two of us immediately topple backwards, the floor shaking as he hits the ground full force. Stunned, he releases me for just a moment, long enough for me to scramble to my feet. I start frantically looking for an exit just as three more men reach the top of the stairs. The back door! Hell, I will run down this mountain if I have to! I take off again, sprinting for my last shot at an escape. I come so close, my outstretched hand mere inches from the doorhandle. Unfortunately, I’m just not fast enough.
Just as I’m about to escape, a beefy arm clotheslines me right in the chest. The blow catches me off guard as I am knocked clean onto my back, knocking the wind right out of me. All I can do is lay there, lungs burning, resisting weakly as strong hands grab me and flip me over. I make a pathetic attempt to crawl away, only to feel a weight crushing down on my back, keeping me in place. He grabs my arms with his massive hands, moving them as if I was just some doll before pinning them underneath his legs. I try to yell but between the fall and him crushing my chest, barely a whisper comes out.
With my upper body trapped, I try to kick him off me. That works about as well as trying to kick a boulder up a hill. I manage to kick his back a few times before a couple more hands wrangle my legs to the floor. Fuck, is this really how I die? Unfortunately for me, I’m about to learn that the truth might be worse in a way.
My eyes go wide as I feel someone undo the zipper on my pants and start yanking them down. I try in vain to yell some more, flailing as much as I can while trying to keep my legs closed. It quickly becomes clear this is a losing battle as two more men jump in to help, each grabbing a leg and pulling in the opposite direction. I try my best to hold out, but my strength eventually fails me. As soon as I give up, the two men yank my legs apart while their friend yanks my pants off with ease.
Next come my boxers. I will my body to resist even harder, but my energy is spent and my body is hurting all over. The underwear comes off with little resistance, leaving my still hard meat to slap onto the floor, leaking precum beneath me. The tall man from the master bedroom kneels beside me and lets out a whistle as he watches me squirm.
“Still hard? Damn, and here I thought some conservative prick had been trolling us these last several months. But it looks like you’re a bonafide fag after all!”
I stare at him in shock before anger helps me finally find my voice. “Fuck you! I ain’t one of you dirty fucking fag-”
A swift slap to the cheek leaves me seeing stars and, crucially, too stunned to mouth off. Before I can get another chance to speak he grabs me by the hair, making me yell in pain. He then uses this opportunity to shove something deep into my open throat. I choke instantly, trying desperately to pull my head away. But he holds me firm, shoving the object deeper until it presses into the back of my throat. I gag, my throat convulsing helplessly around it as he pushes it even deeper. Mercifully, whatever it is, the base finally touches my lips. He doesn’t waste a moment, securing what must be a gag around the back of my head. Once it’s secure I swear I hear a padlock locking, sealing my fate.
“MMMFF!!” I yell, my words completely muffled by the object. Satisfied, the man grins before standing over me.
“You like that, slut? It’s a dildo, molded after my own junk. Get used to the feeling, you’ll be well acquainted by the time I’m done with you.”
I scream through the gag, pleading at him with tear filled eyes. But he just smiles at me with that evil grin. The others - six more, not counting the three holding him down - gather around as well, all looking at me like they want to tear me apart. I desperately want to break free and run away, but that’s impossible now. I can’t move so much as an inch. Tears start to run from my eyes as I realize I am well and truly fucked. Alyssa, meanwhile, walks up and puts an arm around the main man, leaning into his chest.
“Aww, the little bitch is crying already! Is it time to start playing with him? You should give him something to really cry about!”
The tall man laughs at the idea. “I love how sadistic you are, chica. But no, we can’t have our fun just yet. First, we need to make sure we won’t be interrupted.”
“Oh? And how will you do that?”
He looks down at me with a wicked glimmer in his eye. “You’ll see. I don’t want to ruin the fun before it begins! Boys, get him ready!”
A round of cheers echoes through the house as the men descend upon me. As soon as the man on my back is off me I try to resist, but there are far too many hands holding me down for me to move an inch. My arms are yanked from my body as I’m pulled to my knees. One man stands on either side of me while two more hold my calves to the floor. As I continue to struggle helplessly, something leather is placed on my back. Before I can react several thick straps are pulled around my torso before securing to my back. Each one is pulled tight before being secured with a padlock.
Next, my arms are yanked back down. The men holding them press them back and to my sides, making my pecs pop out. As my arms are pinned to my sides, several smaller straps along my back similarly lock them in place. By the time the last lock clicks shut, my arms are totally useless. I try to move them but find they can’t budge an inch. The men holding my legs don’t hesitate either, taking advantage of my newfound helplessness to secure a spreader bar to both my ankles. Spreading it open they don’t stop until my legs are so wide I scream in pain, at which point they lock it in place. With me now completely helpless, the men who were holding me down step away, allowing the ringleader to admire his prize.
“Oh, you are marvelous!” He remarks, kneeling in front of me. Reaching out he grabs my exposed junk, jerking it slowly in his hand. I try to pull away from his touch but he grabs my hair, pulling it hard.
“Mmm!” I yell through my gag.
“Someone needs to teach you your place, bitch!”
Still gripping my hair in his hand he walks past me, dragging me along the floor. I yell from the pain, thrashing as much as I can in my bonds. He pulls me all the way to the couch, pulling me up and sitting me on it. While holding me in place by my hair he sits behind me, one leg on either side of me. He sits so close that I can feel his massive erection pressing into me. I try to pull away but he holds me close, gesturing to his men.
I squirm against him for a few more seconds before another man walks in front of me. I look up at him, seeing his smile for only a moment before he pulls something over my eyes. Pulling and tugging he gradually works some kind of leather hood over my head. It has no eyes, only a hole for my mouth that makes my lips puff out. He works it snugly onto my head before it, too, is locked into place, plunging me into darkness.
Deprived of my eyesight, all my other senses started increasing. This must have been what they were counting on as their leader next grabs my shirt, ripping two holes into it right where my nipples are. Now I’m really panicking. My nipples are tiny and very sensitive, a favorite plaything of my girl’s. Now, it seems, these men are about to have their turn. The man reaches around me pinching my nipples softly between his fingers. Using his legs to hold me in front of him, he begins to knead and tug at me.
“Mmm… MMM!” I begin to moan involuntarily. I try to resist the pleasure, but my body slowly begins to betray me. My cock continues to ache and throb as he plays with my chest, leaking precum onto the bearskin rug.
“Mmm the little faggot seems to love this. Let’s give it a little more, shall we?”
Fear penetrates the pleasure as I wonder what’s coming next. I don’t have to wait long. I feel another man kneel in front of me, right between his legs. Even if I wasn’t bound, the giant behind me would keep me from backing away. The man gently wraps his fingers around my aching shaft, which twitches in response. He holds it like that for several seconds before slowly sliding his hand down to my base, then back up. He repeats the process, making sure it’s agonizingly slow.
I try my best to stifle my moans, but the simultaneous pleasure to both my nipples and my shaft is breaking me down little by little. After pumping me like this for several minutes I can feel my climax approaching, Despite my better judgement, I start moaning for it. I hear the others laugh, but I can’t help it. I get so close, my dick pulsing as it threatens to spew hot cum everywhere. Just before he can, however, the man jerking him off stops. I moan in protest, trying to thrust into his hand, but he pulls away.
For a moment I am left disappointed and confused; then, I feel something on my balls. I start to wonder what he’s doing when he pulls down on them hard, sending pain through me like lightning. I try to jump up and run away, but the ringleader holds me still. He pulls on my balls like that, jerking me off at the same time. After several seconds of this torture he finally lets my balls go. I sigh in relief, only for him to grab them again a moment later. I brace myself for the pain, only to feel something cold and metal on my balls. Whatever it is, it squeezes them uncomfortably. Once that, too, is locked into place, he lets my balls drop, weighed down by their new prison.
“There we go! Almost complete…” The man behind me whispers in my ear.
I feel him lean over as he reaches for something nearby. Sitting back up he begins to play with my nipples once again, getting them hard in seconds despite the discomfort in my balls. Once they’re hard enough for his liking he picks up whatever he grabbed before. I can hear a chain dangling as he fastens something to each of my nipples. Once secure, he tightens them into place until I scream from the pain.
“There we go! Look at that, boys! A real work of art!” The ringleader announces as he stands up from behind me.
Giving the chain a good tug he pulls me up from the couch by my nipples. I scream in pain, begging through my gag for him to remove them. But my complaints go unheard. Hauling me into the middle of the room he forces me to stop where everyone can see me. I can feel their eyes on me, staring at me.
“Well, boy, that was fun, but I think it’s about time we get to some real fun. What do you think?”
I shake my head wildly, screaming through my gag for them to let me go. But deep down I know that’s not going to happen. He leans in behind me grabbing my balls in his hand as he whispers in my ear.
“This one’s a long time overdue, fag boy. I hope you’re ready, ‘cause when we’re done with you, big black cock will be the only thing you crave in life!”
With that, he drags me by the chain toward the stairs. I’m bawling under my hood, shaking my head, screaming and pulling against my bonds. The other men simply grab onto me, forcing me forward as I awkwardly hobble up the stairs. This was supposed to be a week of pleasure for me, a week of fucking my sexy, gorgeous woman. Now I’m gagged, restrained, and chained up like some kind of animal. Fully trapped and unable to escape, I can only wonder what’s in store for me as I am led to my fate.
