A Prisoner of Brazil

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 first saw him online: he was hot. 6’2; tan body, well-built (a trainer for boxing), weight 220, very muscular.  And a 10 inch straight hard cock) which I later on confirmed). He was slightly younger, but in great shape. Plus, he was Brazilian, with a beautiful skin tone and dark hair. 

We first spoke and chatted through text messages, and when I mentioned I enjoyed bondage, he replied that he enjoyed ‘tying up his partners’. I replied, “you didn’t say this in your profile.”

“No, I like to keep it to myself.  But I really enjoy fucking when they’re tied up.”

“I hope you don’t mind; I also enjoy being gagged.”

“Perfect. I’m hot now.”

“So you want to meet?”

“Yes. Now.”

We confirmed meeting when our schedules would allow - in about a week.

He lived alone in a regular apartment complex. Turns out we both preferred early morning connections, so within a week, we met at his place.  It was 1 am - and I was very, very horny. It was an early fall, so the temperature was comfortable and there was no need to wear much clothing. The complex was very quiet - mainly because it was an early Monday morning and everyone was inside (presumably) sleeping. 

I recalled he said he really liked guys in jock straps.  As I stood in front of his door, I then decided: putting down the bag I took with various items - ropes, gags and other leather items - I then dropped my pants and placed them into the bag, wrapped my belt around my waist (I’d asked him to tie my hands to my belt.)  

As I stood in front of the door, I pictured him again. My heart raced: my jock strap was fast getting hard and tight: my cock was nearly out of my jock. In a minute, my cock tip was at the very point of the stretch band on my jock strap. Just having it rub my cock any time I moved, made me even more truly excited. I couldn’t wait any more. Looking both ways down the hallways, I quietly knocked.

No response.

I knocked a little louder. I then heard - almost as a whisper - “I’m coming”. When we spoke earlier, he was concerned about ‘privacy’: he didn’t want people to know about his visitations. I couldn’t help it: I was willing to risk standing wearing my jock strap in a quiet hallway during the very early morning hours.

I heard him coming to the door,...! I found myself opening my legs wider while I moved closely to the door.

I was really and truly hot; I wanted a good, solid fucking.

I was going to get more than I bargained for.

 Earlier, when I read his profile, he didn’t mentioned what he was especially into and what he really wanted, except that he was a ‘dominant top, aggressive and verbal.’ I asked him did he want it loud. “No, not too loud.” I then pointed out that I also enjoyed being gagged as well as bound. “Perfect,” he said. “This will help keeps things quiet.” 

I agreed. 

I then noticed how he said in his profile:

“Top only, got 10” rock hard to pound you good! I’ll make you feel every inch until you beg to 

stop. "

I pointed out that “with me gagged and bound, it’d be hard for me to ask you to stop.”

He replied, “we can come up with a signal or something,…”

I waited a moment.

“No, you miss what I’m saying.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want you to stop; I want you to go until you cum. I’m your prisoner; I won’t be in any position to stop you because I 'll be bound and gagged - and I don't want you to stop.”

Momentary pause.

“Ok. I understand. Make sure you’re nice and tied up and gagged - and let me fuck you as long as I want to, right?”

“Yes.”  

“So, uh, you kind of like it I got you really good?”

“Give it to me as though it’s the real thing.”

“Real thing? You mean, rape?”

“Yes, but not with any physical hurting,…”

“Oh, no.  Just like you are with me like I have you and fuck you like it’s for real - right?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm. Nice.”

“Imagine if somebody were watching us, it’d be like you took me prisoner and you’re,..”

“Raping you. Yes, I got it. I like it. Nice.”

“Cool.”

A moment of silence. I noticed his breathing got a little stronger.  Then he replied in a low voice:

“Now I really want you. Bring your ball gag and your rope and anything else you want me to use on you. I'll give it to you good and long.”

"No problem. 

Yes! Oh yes!!!! Give it to me good!

(How I was going to surprise myself with that later on,….!)

The door then opened: he stood before me totally nude. His body was in perfect shape. He was excited as I could see his sweat glistening on his well muscled body— while down below was his large, 10 inch cock - straight and strong - was up, with his nice sized balls tight and perfectly shaped as he looked down at me, with my legs standing apart, my leaning back and extended my pelvis out a little as if giving him my cock,… And then before I could say 'hello' he reached down, grabbed my balls cupping them in his hand so that they were - for a brief very hot moment! - completely cupped, and then ran his hands around my jock strap covered cock. In a quiet, low voice he said to me, "come in." 

I was as hard as I've ever been.

We moved to the kitchen counter (the front door was by his small kitchen). I placed the bag down and, as he momentarily stood looking at each other me, gave him the money: “as agreed on.” He let go of my genitals, nodded slowly, as he looked me up and down.  I then pulled out some rope (I always preferred being rope bound: gives me the change to try to escape as most really don’t know how to bind too well) along with a ball gag. Holding it up, I said, “as you requested.”  

“Perfect,” he replied; "gotta keep you quiet as it's gonna get noisy here. What else you got in the bag?”

“Well,I -“ and then suddenly he took the rope from the counter, moved behind me and started to bind my hands to my belt.

“Huh! You move really fast -!”

“Uh, huh,” he said, focusing on binding me. In moments, he pulled down my jock strap, leaving me nude from the waist down. With my jock strap still wrapped around my ankles, he then slowly pushed me down to the counter, forcing me to bend over.

“Uh!” I felt him then finalizing my binding me with a firm pull on the rope.

“Just a minute,...done!” he said.

I pulled myself up and then proceeded to test his bindings.

He was very good. He bound me well. My hands were crossed behind my back, with the rope wrapped around both of my hands firmly onto the belt in a cross pattern. My hands were tied in and well to the belt.  No chance of pulling my bindings over my head, nor even of getting them loose.

He then turned me around as we then faced each other, as he rechecked my belt, making sure it was firm around my waist. Once done he then stood up and moved  very close to me, forcefully standing between legs, inches from my face as he then firmly cupped my balls again with his left hand while he stroked my cock with his right hand.  I gave an involuntary start and suddenly felt his left hand firmly cupping my cock, and slowly started to move up and down my shaft.  I was already dripping some pre-cum as he simply looked at me. We said nothing for several minutes; my mouth slowly opened,  my head relaxed as he kept his position between legs opened wide for him. I felt my eyes half closed and my mouth open as i started to breath heavy. I tilted my head to match the angle of his head.

I looked down and watched as he slowly and steadily stroked my cock.  I was very hard - and so was he. My cock is about 8 inches, but it wasn’t nearly as big as his: a solid 10 inches. 

He continued stroking me, fondling my balls, as I got more and more excited. He then whispered and instructed me: “don’t cum. Not yet.” 

I could only shake my head and as quietly begged, “please! Don't stop! So,… good!”

“You’re in no position to ask. But I’ll stop because I have something for you.” Then he stopped stroking me.

“Like your 10 inches?”

He merely smiled, grabbed my belt on the buckle and pulled me toward him: “let’s go over here; spread your legs open and walk this way.” He half dragged and directed me into a living room, where he then instructed me, “sit on this chair.”  It was a regular, wooden armless office chair, clearly prepared and placed in the middle of the living room. As I sat down, he then said, “sit with your legs open as wide as you can.  I want to look at you some more.”

So I sat - with my legs opened wide, as he sat in the chair directly across from me. 

"No; keep your legs up and wide open: not spread out.  I want you knees bent and your legs open for me to see everything."

I did as he said: pulling my legs up with my knees bent, I sat in front of him, my legs wide open, my ankles resting against the front chair legs.

So we sat and looked at each other; our eyes moving from looking at into each other eyes, to looking down at our rock hard cocks. Meanwhile, I kept trying - quietly - to see if I can get my bindings off.

He then asked me, "open your legs little  wider and let me see your ass". 

I complied. We remained quiet for several minutes.  I decided to break the silence.

“So, it’s been some time for me - how about you?” I asked him.

“No, it wasn’t too long ago for me," he said.

“Was,… was it good?”

He nodded.  “But not as good as I think this is gonna be.”

‘Why is that?”

“You got a nice ass, your cock is good and thick,… and you're bound and gagged. I like that.  A lot.”

“Really? So do I.”

“Yeah - especially when you’re tied well and you’re not gonna get loose - and nobody is gonna hear you with your gag on."

I stopped fiddling with my bindings. “I give up.  You know how to tie somebody up!”

“So what do you have for me now?” His pre-cum was slowly dripping out. 

I thought for a minute. “I want to dance - for you.”

“Really? You want music?”

“No.  I just want to see you watch me; show off what I got.” 

I then slowly got up, walked toward him, stood closely in front of him, and then proceeded to swivel my waist, in a circle, keeping my legs wide apart apart, making it easier for him to reach out and grab my cock and balls.  I then turned around and slowly moved my ass back and forth, then leaning back to bring my ass close to him, and then pushing forward so the my cock was totally upright, rock hard, with me standing on my toes, and then swiveling some more as I slightly closed my eyes, I gave him a look of longing as he slowly stood up. Meanwhile, I kept trying to loosen my bindings. I move my cock up and down, stood with my legs open ever so wide, shaking and swiveling my body, pushed my hips forward, begging him to grab my cock and balls again as he had been doing tonight. I then turned around, rocked my hips around, moved them side to side and turned around again only to see him move toward me.

 I then moved slowly back as he followed me until I reached the wall mirror behind me.  I stopped, moving my legs a little more wider open, and watched him with an intensity of desire: I wondered if he would like to fuck me standing up? He moved in until our chests touched, him standing firmly between my open legs.  I then pushed my cock up, trying to rub my cock against his.  He was too tall, so instead he reached down, grabbed my balls with a sudden and slightly hard movement, holding them as he moved his lips close to mine, only inches apart.  I was taken aback by his capturing my balls as he whispered to me: “you’re gonna get all of my cock.” He then dived into my mouth, kissing me with a strong passion, our tongues moving around each other. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment  until he then disengaged and pulled up my ball gag, shoving it strongly into my mouth and as I opened my eyes, before I could say: 

“wait - don’t you - MMMMMMMMMPH!  MMMMMPH!”

“We’re done talking.” His tone shifted; he was more intense, and his cock rubbed against my belly as we stood, his arms pushing against the wall as he placed them against my shoulders, locking me in place.  His cock was huge and dripping, his cum all over. 

He then whipped me around as we both faced the mirror together. I reached behind my back and grabbed onto his cock.  He didn’t mind at all: we were too busy staring at each other.  Our eyes locked onto each other: my head slightly tilted to the right as he stood and look at me intensely, his hands slowly rubbing around my body and now my chest: my legs wide open letting his hard cock rub between my ass cheeks.  Naturally, I also moved about, moving my ass up and down his cock, swiveling as I went - and he also responded, rubbing more and more in time to my movements, rubbing his face in my hair, murmuring something (I think it was Portuguese) as he moved about in front of the mirror. It was later - now around 1:30 am and there was little to no noise outside.  the lights were turned down low, no music or tv on: the only song of our breathing, my moaning and his quiet murmuring. 

It was then he reached to the front of my chest and pinched - truly and really hard - my nipples.  My eyes opened wide I gave an involuntary start and found myself trying to call out: “MMMMMMMMMMPH!  MMMMPH!   MMMPH!” as I silently shook my head back and forth, begging him to stop.

My bound hands held onto his huge, rock hard cock.  Both hands couldn’t get it all: there was at least several inches left over!

Running his mouth against my left ear, he gave me a passionate whisper: “That’s all for you.  You paid for 2 hours; I’m gonna gave you extra time free of charge because I can. My schedule is open and I need some real satisfaction now! You’re mine!”

“MMMMMMPH!””

“Like you asked, you can’t tell me anything. I‘m not gonna stop until both of us are done! You can’t stop me anyhow! I’m in charge and I’ve waited for this for a week. You’re tightly tied up and really gagged. You can’t get out: I'm stronger than you and nobody’s gonna hear you! It's early in the morning and nobody's gonna know the pounding you're gonna get - except you and me! Now - let’s go this way!” - and with that, using his arms wrapped around my chest, he abruptly turned me around as we both faced the couch.  And slowly he pushed me to it,… close and closer,…. closer and closer.

We slowly moved as I tried to slow him down, my legs wide open trying to push back, but it was useless. “MMMMPH! MMMPH!  MMMMMPH!"” I struggled, trying to get my hands free and call out. 

“Too late to change your mind!” - he said as he pushed me forward, his cock rubbing in my ass cracks.

I realized then that I took on more than I planned: his cock was bigger than what I thought - and this is exactly what he wanted: total command and satisfaction. 

Closer and closer the couch came,…

I resisted, stopping as best as I could, kept trying to delay by keeping my legs open, even clapping my hands on his magnificent cock. 

He merely chuckled, and then held me in an embrace from the rear and pinched my nipples again, catching me off guard - and we now were  standing in front of the couch. And then turning me around again, he lifted and placed me on the couch, face up, wrestling and moving in quickly between my now wide opened legs leaving me unable to close my legs. 

I stopped, trying to catch my breath as he reached over and slowly lubricated his cock and he stood closely over me. Total domination. Moving hands away from his cock, we look at each other intently. I can see it now: his cock bounces ever so about slightly, throbbing in time to his heart - you can see it if you look closely at it. I couldn’t help but watch his large, thick and pulsating cock. Looking down at me, he murmurs, “Você vai ser fodido lentamente por algum tempo.”

I struggle, trying to get untied, but nothing’s changed: he bound me better than I expected. Moving in closer to me, he runs his hands along the leather of my ball gag, insuring that there’s no give. “You’re tied up good and the gag is very good. You won’t get any response from my neighbors.” I was still excited: he was hot and I was hard - something he noted: "You want it. You're too fucking hard. I'm giving it to you." Pulling back a movement, he strokes his cock and then says, “You know; I want you to cry out as loud as you can, because I want to hear you. You’re mine. You said you want me to cum? I will - and so will you.”

And then he kneels, grabbing my inner thighs, pushing my legs open and moving in abruptly, his cock finds the target…

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” 

His cock starts to drill into me.  

I struggle involuntarily, but it’s useless: I’m locked down and I can only watch as I lift my head as see how his huge and hard cock is gradually moving into me, going in and out, relentlessly, not stopping, like a hard piston, going gradually - forcing his way in gradually deeper with each penetration as if teasing me! I look up and see him as he looks at me, watching him pound me - hands bound behind my back, gag firm and not giving: my legs wide open, my lover on top, his arms on the bed placed firmly around me as I hopelessly shake my head and keep trying to call out: 

"MMMMMMPH!   MMMPH! "MMMMMPH! MMMMPH!" ,... with each thrust he gives me. 

In moments, my vision is dominated with his solid, muscular, well-built chest, sweating as he moves and grunts with every thrust; I look up to see his face as he strains with every push into me, his breath exhaling as he fucks with his eyes nearly closed, lost in his pleasure while I can only lay there helpless, my mouth truly sealed and my hands tightly bound with my legs held open nearly as wide as they can be, his thighs pushing my legs apart as his cock drills into me ceaselessly. The ball gag is just the right size (but then again, it was one I use so of course it perfectly seals my mouth!) the cloth clothesline has no give while my medium width leather belt keeps my bound hands in place. I can't close my legs as his solid body stands between them as he penetrates me and his hands and arms are placed next to my shoulders as I lay on the back, as he works me, moving in at a constant, regular pace - not too fast, but not slow.

And deep. Always deep. Balls deep.

I keep trying to call out, wondering if anyone in this typical suburban apartment complex could hear me.

No. He placed the couch against an inner wall. 

And he's moving like a machine: deep and constant, not hurried but thorough. 

He stares down at me as I thrash about, my legs waving about. I shake my head back and forth, lift my head up only to throw it back down on the bed, again and again. I then stop to arch my back and feel - FEEL - his cock go in me, deliberately slowly, strongly.

 I could do nothing to stop it. Nothing was gong to stop it - unless he did.

“MMMMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMMPH!”

“Yes!" he murmurs; “keep calling out. We have a couple of hours ahead of us. You're gonna get you money's worth - and then some!”

Tightly bound, firmly gagged, my legs wide open by his legs with his arms keeping me in place as he moves his hips slowly and deeply in, I can feel his balls rubbing against my ass. Now he's not coming out: he is just pushing his cock in and around my ass as he's got me locked down and completely held in place. 

Now he's starting to increase his speed.

I'm crying out with every breath I take and expel, closing my eyes, arching my neck and back, shaking my head back and forth as if to get him to stop. 

So. Large. Deep. 

UH!

"MMMMMMPH!   MMMMPH!   MMMMMPH!"

I partially my eyes. Nothing I can do.

Now, he moves in and out of me much faster, going deep, nearly balls deep, and then slowly pulling out - and then pushing in again, and again, and again - his face now close to my face as he breaths even harder and stronger, grunting more loudly. 

My cock has been facilitating between somewhat and hard.  Now it's rock hard. Bouncing with every thrust, dripping and casually spreading my precum all around, all over us. His cock is literally reaching into me, making me excited. It was only a matter of time,... 

“MMMmmmmmph.  MMMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!"

Damnit! No one can truly hear me!

He then brings himself down, resting on his elbows.  I surrender to the moment, surrender to him. He then goes in deep, stops, and keeps his cock there as he brings his face close to mine, and then with both hands, undoes my ball gag and before I can say anything dives into me, into my mouth, running his tongue around, not giving me a chance to say anything as he then quickly re-gags me, pulls out and then goes in harder, each thrust coming on harder.  I can only roll my eyes, struggle. I'm his total prisoner as he fucks me again, and again, and again, and again as he closely watches me. 

The couch is bouncing; but nobody can hear.  Upstairs, there is the distant sounds of a TV playing, while on the otherwise from outside you could hear the distant hum of a dishwasher going - and nothing else.  It was hot; so hot.  It was both mutual - and yet not. Bound, gagged, forced onto the couch and strongly penetrated over and over I'm also excited, my cock hard and seeking relief as well.  And all around, none of the neighbors had any idea of what was taking place: held in bondage, tightly gagged and totally getting fucked.

There is fine line between fantasy and rape. 

But here, in this apartment, now there’s just the sound of my moaning, the couch squeaking slightly, and his murmur: “Tão bom! Oh, tão bom! Bunda doce! Tudo meu! Cum tão difícil!” as his cock continues its relentless drilling.

 It’s about 1:55 in the morning: tightly bound and firmly gagged; getting nailed by a 10 incher showing no chance of getting soft.

It’s hopeless. 

I stop struggling, taking it all in all the way. It’s hopeless; I give up.

I roll my head about on the couch, occasionally calling out not so much for help, but because I just wanted to: “MMMMMPH!   MMMMPH!” I hasn't;t gong to get help: it was just between us.

“Heh-heh” he says breathlessly: “keep trying! Turns me on! Nobody can hear you! You’re mine; all mine! UH! -“

I could only  look at him, and shake my head back and forth, lost in the moment.

“You’re mine; and that’s how it is!” - he says with a breathless whispering voice - and with that he gave a sudden series of very strong penetrations into me, forcing me to arch my back. I looked on at him, begging,….

"Gonna cum in you; make you mine!'

I finally just stop moving, save for my moving my head back and forth slightly, seeing my cock drip and watching ing his go deeply in back and forth with me unable to stop him or say anything.

And then,… he watches me, his mouth no longer smiling, as he did closed his eyes, lifted his head and gave a shout - “UHH!  UUH!! UUUH!!! Porra! PORRA! UH! SIM!! SIM!!! AHHHH!”  ...thrusting into me hard for several times, whipping his head around with his eyes half closed his sweat -pouring out of him and his finally stops, his head leaning backwards, his eyes closed and his mouth wide open as he breaths deeply and rapidly, quietly moaning as the last of what he had for me at that moment drains out. 

He then slipped down, pulling his now soft cock out of me, looking on me for a few moments.

“Fuck,… a great ass!” 

I just lay there, my legs still open wide, and look out him. 

Then he slowly gets up again,… Reaching over he grabs my balls, fondling them, playing with my balls as I find myself squirming. “MMPH!  MPH!  MPH!” 

"Yes; they're mine also. Do as I say - because I got you good!" 

Totally hopeless, I can only moan and struggle uselessly as he grasps my balls and reminds me who's in charge. In moments he is stroking my cock, and I then closed my eyes and move my cock and pelvis in time with his strong hands: one gasping my balls and the other moving up and down my cock. Smiling, he tells me “Mmm; you have a nice cock and balls!"

I can only murmur: “mmph!” As my hips and pelvis moved involuntarily in time with his hands; I can no longer control them.

And then he surprises me: bending down, he takes my cock and balls into his mouth, totally, as I open my eyes wide, shake my head back and forth madly and call out in pleasure: “MMMMMMPH!  MMMMMMPH!” 

Oh God,...!

He says nothing as I watch him go down on me, over and over, stopping only to play with my cock tip, twirling his tongue all around, and then turning his head sideways he literally nibbles with my foreskin. I jump up momentarily as I move about with growing wild abandon, my eyes wide open, crazed with the pleasure.

And suddenly he stops, stands up, grabs my belt and pulls me up. I hesitate, still wanting for him to continue. We stand before each other for a moment, as he then pinches my nipples telling me, “sit in the chair.”

I do what I'm told. 

I sit in the chair, still bound and gagged as he then kneels before me, binding my ankles tightly to the front chair legs, forcing my legs to open very widely, totally exposing my cock and balls to his intimate attention. I sit with my legs wide open; my cock hard and pointed up as watch him watch me for a few minutes. I struggle, and move about, but the chair is not moving and not letting me go, either. My legs are tied far apart; my ass, cock and balls open for his ministrations.

And then he kneels before me again, his strong arms then slowly reaching between my legs, and going under my thighs as he locks his hands on my ass, and then go down on me again, only this time he slowly pushes me up by my butt, bringing my cock and balls into his mouth. I’m so excited I manage to pull myself up more, stretching my body as  far as I could possible go to go into him as much as I can!

My legs / ankles tied to the front chair legs; my hands tightly bound behind my back I pushed my pelvis forward as far as I can, moving my cock for him in and out of his mouth as I arch my back. I start to call out - as loudly as I could; confident in knowing I couldn't be heard I do this out of excitement and pleasure. But then he joins in and together we work: his mouth moving all around my cock and balls and my pelvis pushing forward and back, forward and back - as I also am calling out as best as I could, taken into the moment - but it no longer mattered: it was only about my cock and his mouth: his muscular, well built and toned body having fucked me good is now returning the favor my giving me a chance to also cum.

I call out (I no longer cared if anyone heard me! 'Come and see me as I give myself too him!') as we moved back and forth over my cock and balls. 

I listen: no noise, nothing going on. No-one had any idea that there were two men: one bound and gagged and the other fucking and sucking with no mercy: a near rape scene.

So,… good!

But in what seemed like a timeless period, I was giving way to the pleasure: the pressure rising inside, I soon am giving in to our mutual moment, getting closer and closer to the sweet release,…

I!

uh!

oh! 

Oh! 

MMMPPPPHHHH!!!   MMMPH!!! MMMPH!   MMMPH!

… I toss my head back as I look toward the ceiling, feeling so much of myself coming out into his sweet mouth.  My back locked, I cum as I find myself tied to a chair with my back totally arched, the pressure of my ankle bindings so tight I could almost feel myself breaking the rope, my legs wide apart as they could be despite my being completely bound and my hips rising from the chair as far as I could go, trying to touch the ceiling - but it was not possible to escape!  

But the climax,… so sweet! I feel the count: 1! 2! 3! UH! 4! UH! 5! No! 6! and then a final 7! ...as I give all that I could give to him.

And then it was over.  I sat back down, trying to catch my breath as my gag was very strong and limited my breathing.

I watched as he got up.  I could hear him in the bathroom, rinsing and cleaning himself. I sat still, enjoying the moment after a good, solid cum. I then looked up as he returned. 

I tried talking:  “Mmmmmph? Mph? MPHH?”

He stood there, smiling as he wiped his face off and his not somewhat softer cock with a towel: “no, not yet. But I will.  Meantime, I’m thinking of making some phone calls. I could only look on and again try to work on my bindings.  But no sooner then I started,…. he got up, walked around to behind the chair and checked my bindings: “ah, gotten a little loose I see,…”  

I was still bound well.  He also checked my gag; the ball in my mouth was gong anywhere, and not letting it move aside.

Then, taking a rope he held in his hand he proceeded to bind my ankles to the chair legs, securely me tightly with my legs wide open. I then tried - twisting, moving about, trying to get free but it was no good. I was able to stand up, though. I moved about, moving my legs and trying to free my ankles, riding m myself swiveling my waist all about, watching him watch me as he started getting hard again.  I couldn't get myself heard, my gag being too good.

I was bound good. I sat down again, catching my breath. Meanwhile, he returned to the seat in front of me, and looked at me. After a few minutes,  he grabbed his phone, saying to me:

“You’re hot, and this is an idea I have for us.”

I merely looked on.

“Okay,…. : he then dialed a number on the phone: “Hello? Eh -“ and then I heard more portuguese.  In the middle of the call, he then turned to me while holding his phone close to me: “do me a favor.  Try and call out for help.  It’s important!  

I hesitated, but then he reached out with his left hand, latched onto one of my nipples, and pinched me hard - “MMMMMMMPH!  MMMMPH!  MMMPH! MPH!  MMMMMPH!: - I cried out as I shook my head back and forth.  Fortunately it only lasted for some ten seconds or so.  He then stopped and returned to his phone call. After a brief conversation which I couldn’t understand, he hung up the phone, turned to me and said, “he liked what he heard, so I invited him over.  He’s cool like me; also a weight trainer and has a nice size cock.  This way, we can keep you busy and satisfied.”

I then freaked out, called out as best as I could, moved in the chair with a renewed desperation, trying to get my bindings loosened, only to stop in a few minutes with sheer exhaustion: the fucking, the sucking, the dancing - was so much.  I stopped as looked at him with a look of fear and worry. He smiled and replied “no need to worry: I”m here so you’ll be fine.  Right now - “ he said as he looked at a clock on the wall - “he’ll be here in about a half hour. Plenty of time -“ he said as he reached over for a condom and a bottle of lubricant  - “for us to get to know each other better.”

I moved about, grunting, moaning - must - try - to - escape!

He just watched as I struggled about.  I looked over and looked at his hard cock. 

“Told you you’ll be here for awhile. And you did say that I would be in charge, remember?

“MMMPH!  MMMPH!   MMMPH! MMPH!”

“Your ball gag is good. No one can hear you. Now, you’re going to get your money’s worth.  Don’t worry, you won’t be paying for my friend: he’ll be just more than happy fucking you for some time. Here -“ and with that he put his phone on the nearby living room table and set an alarm, placing it up so that I could see clearly.

It was a timer - and I only had about 52 minutes left - before (I assume) his friend arrives.

Standing straight in front of me, stroking his hard cock, “now then: when you see my friend, you’ll see he has something more than even me.  So now let’s get ready and make sure your hole is nice and wide because you’re gonna be here for awhile.”

I found myself getting hard again.  Reaching over, plays with my cock and balls, stroking me and occasionally going down on me for a few seconds at a time. “Mmmm, nice.” 

A few moments of silence as I continue to struggle to get untied,  he chuckled: “you fight.  it’s hot.”

“MMph!  MMMPH!  MMMPH!”

“shhhh,… let me ask you a question, okay?” He asks me as he unties my feet, and then grabbing my cock, continue stroking it as he moves me back toward to the couch again: 

“If you cum, it is rape?”

And before I could respond we go down on to the couch as he moves in, and he starts pushing into me once again with his magnificent, hard and powerful cock again and again and again,….

Uh! Uh! Oh!  Uhnnnnn! So,… strong,… think,… long,….!

47 minutes to go before the party grows,

To be continued...