An Early Start to the Day

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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It was now early in the morning.

I'm was bound and gagged, tied to a chair, with my legs wide open, nude from the waist down. My mouth is well-stuffed with a large ball gag; no one outside can hear me. At best, you may hear a muffled plea in the room as I desperately struggle to escape.

My hands were tightly bound behind my back which left me unable to try pulling my arms over my head. I was bound me really good. Not only were my hands tied close together, but the rope (a cloth clothesline) was also wrapped between my wrists giving me absolutely no slack. And with my hands firmly tied, I couldn’t move them.

My ankles were tied to the rear two chair legs, leaving my legs spread wide apart. I look down and see how, like my hands, rope was tied around my individual ankles, then to the chair legs, then wrapped around the rope with my ankles and leg chairs so that I can hardly move my legs, leaving me no slack.

I tried moving and tried  hopping the chair around, but it was useless.

Until I'm untied, I'm going nowhere

I sit now in front of a dressing mirror, where I couldn't help but watch myself struggle, move about but to no avail. The ropes were too well tied and the gag too well set. And with my legs wide apart, I couldn't close my legs or do anything to protect my cock, balls or even my ass. I continued to watch myself struggle, squirm, trying to call out but it was useless. There was little I could do from going I then tried moving my waist and body up and down, trying to stretch away from the chair, but with my legs wide open I can't go anywhere.

I did not know any of them. I came for one that I only just met earlier. Turns out I was set up. I was ambushed. Outnumbered by three of them who appeared moments after I was bound and gagged. I was then ordered to dance for them. I move and swiveled my body, all the while trying to get untied, but in a few minutes one of them then forced me to a nearby couch and satisfied themselves. I was then sucked and fucked again on the couch and later on a bed.

Bound and gagged in a nice home in a quiet neighborhood. I came to meet with one but now three have me in their control.

And it's only just begun as they each have more to give.

I can’t…get…free!

I still heard them in the other room as they prepared to come back and continue where they left off. They left me bound in the chair, facing the large mirror. I see myself looking back.  I struggle. My hands are tightly bound; still, I keep trying to get untied. My legs are tied such that I'm wide open: it's easy to reach in, stroke my cock and squeeze my balls reminding me who's in charge! Meanwhile, I look on at my exposed ass, see myself here and now.

Despite the fact that I've been taken prisoner, fucked and sucked, I saw that my cock was still hard. I find myself excited the more I struggle; torn between the danger and the pleasure. I keep occasionally trying to screaming out “MMMMMPPHH!"

Even with that, the ball gag is such that I can hardly be heard, except just in the room I am in.

But somehow it drove me; possessed me! I was torn between being fucked at will. Tightly bound and gagged by total strangers. A prisoner for their perverse pleasure(s).

It was hot: I watched myself in the mirror, my cock hard and solid, some pre-cum just starting to appear.

But I also realized the more I struggle, the more they get excited too.

It hits me. This is what I wanted. And I only get more so as I struggle.

But there's no telling what's going to happen.

Damnit!

The bondage is so too tight! Have to keep trying,...no! I then try calling out again; can anyone hear?! No the ball-gag stops that. Windows closed and nothing but brick walls.  I keep trying but only comes out as "MMPH!" MPPH!" I kept trying to escape but then I heard them coming back! Too Late, they came back in the room…

"MMMMPH! MPPPPH! MMMPPHHH!"

("HELP! RAPE!! HELP!")

*****

Earlier...

I answered an email from a website I was following. It was quick and to the point. It was very early in the morning, a time of little traffic and nobody around. I was feeling a bit adventurous and so was he. We agreed to meet at his house. I'd never done this type of thing before so I welcomed the early morning hour. It was quiet, no one would know and mostly I found it somehow,... hot. The idea of something really going on behind closed doors in a nice, normal neighborhood seemed like an unexpected turn on.

He older man than I expected. He was tall, a little over 6 foot, gray hair with an average build with some muscle.

I entered and closed the front door into what looked like the living room - and, as agreed upon earlier, I dropped my jeans leaving me standing before him in barefoot, dress shirt and a tight pair of underwear. He stood before taller than me well built and serious.

He was naked already. “I gave up a bit earlier”, he said.

For a brief time we looked at each other as our cocks slowly grew 'I retired early' he said as he stood before me, nude with a rather large hard-on - at least 9 inches. For a few moments we merely looked at each, letting our cocks grow. Cautiously, I moved closer to him as he reached down to my underwear. He fondled my balls, his hand running over and around my cock. He slightly squeezed my balls - not hard, but very gently, exciting me even more as I opened my legs wider and pushed my pelvis forward while leaning back to give him greater access.

"Oh, yeah! Nice! I love that,” he said while watching me offer my cock to him to enjoy.

 “I’ve never done this before,” I exclaimed. -

Soon, he was reaching inside underwear, his callous hand roaming allover  my hard cock and excited balls. No words were spoken.

“Nice,” he whispered. “Very, very nice indeed” as he reached between my legs to run his hands over my ass and bottom. I moved about and closed my eyes, swaying my hips in a circle, and then as he encircled my cock with his index finger and thumb, I moved back and forth as he kept his hand wrapped around my cock while keeping still. I did the work for him, moving up and down, twirling slightly around with my hips while he kept his hands still. I soon found myself dancing for him, my excitement growing as I continued pushing my cock through his hand. I had never done this before…what was happening to me?????

My back was turned, so  I didn't know or even hear another come in until suddenly my wrists were grabbed and a zip-cuff was tied tightly and quickly closed around them. Before I could say anything, he – the one I came to see- the one who had pleasuring me one handed - whipped out a ball gag held in his other hand and promptly stuffed it into my mouth. The three of us briefly scuffled but it was over very quickly. In moments my hands were zip-tied behind my back, while I was gagged. Reaching down, the one in front then grabbed my balls and squeezing ever so much.

"Hold still! Be quiet!"  he said harshly.

I could only stand still as his partner wrapped a cord around my waist and then tied my hands to it. Now, the one behind was taking his time, moving deliberately and making sure that my bindings were well-tied. I looked down at the other's hand, holding my balls. I found myself getting rock hard.

He smiled with an intensity whispering,  "You're still interested aren’t you? That’s good. You're about to get a good fuck tonight - and around here, nobody's going to hear you."

"MMMMPH! MMMPH!" was my reply..

As I looked down at his hand grabbing my balls, I briefly struggled, tried my restraints - which were too firm - and then tried calling out. All I could do was murmur "MMPPH! MMPH!" some more. Watching me, they both chuckled quietly,.

The one behind me said, "He's about done. He's not getting out of these and nobody's gonna hear a thing!"

Reaching down to my cock with both hands, he then pulled down my underwear just down to the base of my ass allowing my cock to slip out freely when he started to stroke me more, my pre-cum dripping out.

“Nice, nice cock. This is very nice,” he said in a soft one.

He stroked with a mild vigor making sure my hard-on was strong. Every so often he would stop stroking and then run his thumb in a circle around my cock tip and then up and down my foreskin. I was moaning and moving in ecstasy as he did this. God, he was good! I felt the electricity run though me every time his circle found my foreskin and cock tip! I leaned my head back and half closed my eyes: he knew exactly how to keep me in control as his thumb and hand worked around my genitals, rubbing exactly the right way, fondling my balls ever so firmly and yet gently...

His partner had finished binding me and  moved in wrapping his arms around my body and touching my nipples, rubbed and pinched them as he rubbed his body against my back, moving his hard cock in to my ass crack, looking down at me over my shoulder, murmuring.

“This is so fucking hot," the one behind me exclaimed.

The one I first met continued to play with my cock and balls, still teasing me “Try calling out some more,” he commanded. “See if anyone…anyone can hear!”

There I stood, freshly bound and gagged, my cock being played with unmercifully while my ass was gradually being poked at and my nipples pinched thoroughly through my shirt. Just then, there was a knocking at the door behind me.

“Come in”, said the guy playing with my scrotum.

A younger man came in. He was of average height and build. He looked like he worked as a tow driver or mechanic. The two of them just nodded at him.

"I'm not late, am I,” he asked

"No," said the one behind me: "it's just starting."

"Good," said the new arrival. He pulled off his pants and dropped his underwear, displaying a hard cock with a slight curve.

Looking on, with the way things were going I was getting more than I wanted tonight.  

"I've been looking forward to this all day!" Looking on at me, he smiled and says "can't wait to taste you!" His cock was going to be a challenge to take.

I could say nothing as I was well into my own unexpected situation.

Bound, gagged and almost nude (except for my drees shirt) being involuntarily held for the pleasure of others in a pleasant, normal home in a quiet, decent  and  respectable neighborhood during the early hours when  there is no traffic, no sound. It is late fall. The windows and curtains are closed. There is only just the sound of hot sex in the living room between three men with one watching on.

ME!

Bound, gagged, nearly nude with my cock being stroked while being sandwiched and kept in place by two others. I was between two men, decently built, above average height and both were rock solid hard. One had his cock rubbing against my ass crack and the other fondling my cock and balls. I was sandwiched in ecstasy, my legs wide open, a chest in my face while the other ran his face in my hair - and through it all, a third watched.

“Holy hot shit,” he murmured. “This is fucking great!”

I absolutely no choice. I was well tied while the ball gag firmly locked in my mouth kept me from being able to say anything, let alone be heard by anyone.

Suddenly they stopped. The one in front stepped back.

"Hold him in place,"  he said.

The one behind me then grabbed my upper hands and firmly held me in place, while pulling me back closer to him.

“Don’t move,” the one who now held me said.

The one in front who was fondling me moved in close and reaching down pulle my underwear down so they came to my ankles.

 "Step out of them,” he said. “And open your legs wide."

I did so.

"Wider."

I stepped apart wider.

"Wide as you can." The other behind me then said, "go on; open wide!"

I was standing in front of them, my legs nearly to the limit of how I could stand.

Reaching down, he again fondled my balls, briefly stroked my cock and then reached around and grabbed my ass

 "Nice; this is going to be fun,” the ball grabber said. “Now put him over there!”

I was then guided to the end of the living room and ordered to turn around and stay where I was. Once doing so the three of them walked back several paces, pulled out three chairs, sat down. I started to get a little comfortable and move my legs closer.

“Don’t”,” the older one said. “Legs stay wide open!”

I complied; standing there with my cock hard and standing tall, dripping pre-cum, while my heart beat fast and hard, with my breath rapid.

I tried my bondage again and they were very well tied. The one who bound me knew what they were doing.

Moment of silence. The one who fondled me then reached over to a grab a control by an end table and turned on some music; he kept it low - just enough to be heard - but it could be heard by all of us. The lights were then turned off. In the other corner across the room, a TV was on with the sound off. On the screen there was a gay porno playing: I could see one man tied spread eagle to a bed was furiously being fucked by another. The only light in the room was now the large screen TV displaying the rape scene - but it was enough light to see me standing before them; bound, gagged and nude with my hard cock and wide open legs.

"Now dance."

I looked at him.

"Dance to the music. Show us your cock and ass. Dance all around."

I then proceeded to move about, swirling and twisting my hip, moving around in a slow circle.

"Yes, yes!" said the third one, his cock tall and hard as he sat in his chair. I saw then he pulled out his phone and was filming this.

"I'm gonna  fuck you real good!" said the one who bound me, showing me his hard cock.

It was now a private dance show, where the dancer performs for a private group but also where that group’s dancer is helpless – bound, gagged and nearly nude and above all, about to be raped. I shook my head back and forth as I danced and occasionally pleaded out. The sat there as they quietly cheered on, telling me how much they were enjoying.

My dancing only turned them on more and more.

The dance music was not fast or loud nor hard: but it was insistent and I found myself moving about, keeping my upper body still as my legs and hips moved about as I looked on to the three of them. I danced with my legs usually kept in place, and just moved my body around. I pushed my cock up and down, moved my ass in a circle as I kept my legs wide apart. Meanwhile, I kept trying and pulling about my bondage, seeing if there was any way of getting loose. I also tried my ball gag, seeing if I could possibly call out for help - but it was hopeless. The bindings were too tight and the ball gag was firmly in my mouth. The rope was too well tied. It was enough to keep me bound, but not too much that my wrists would get sore. Same with the ball gag. Any sound I made was totally muffled.

I was their object of lust

I realized was turned on.

My cock was solid, hard and totally upright. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I pushed my pelvis and cock out while I moved about, trying to see if I could get any slack in my bindings. I soon found my dancing becoming more intense while I struggled against my bindings. I twisted my head back and forth, pushed my cock up and down and then turned round and swiveled my ass, seeing if there was any give in the leather straps securing the ball gag in my mouth or the zip-ties  locking my hands tight to the rope wrapped around my waist. The motions of my hips and my pelvis soon were taking place on their own without my doing anything except to go along; I was dancing with an erotic intensity that I never done before.

In moments, the first one - the older one - then stood up and slowly walked up to me with his erect cock, standing closely in front of me.

"Make your legs wider and dance with me,” he barked.

As ordered, I danced with my legs wide open as possible.

"Closer!" A command

He then moved in and danced with his cock in time to my cock, gradually moving in closer and then our cocks began to carefully rub against each other in time to the dance music. He kept a close distance and focused solely on having only our cocks rub against each other. I did the same, rubbing my cock to his up and down, standing still and then slowly moving in a circle as only our foreskins touched and rubbed against each other. It was intense: the only contact between us was through the foreskins of our cocks. The feeling of total excitement as we stood in place was truly intense: my legs wide open and his legs standing normally - it was obvious who was the top and who was going to get in between my legs. We watched each other, and then looked at each other eye to eye. I briefly thought of us dancing in a private club just like this. I glanced over and saw his partner with his mouth wide open, rubbing his cock and watching with an intensity while the third kept on filming.

You could sense a field of pleasure enveloping us.

After a few minutes, he then suddenly grabbed my shoulders and twisted me around and wrapped his arms around me, dancing with his cock between my ass, pushing, probing, looking to get into me, all the while gradually pushing me slowly toward the couch. I stopped a couple of times and resisted, but he merely pushed on - gently, but firmly - pushing me closer and closer to the couch.

 I called out again and again: "MMMMMMPH! MMMMPPH!!" but it was no good. Instead, he whispered, "Keep calling out; it's so fucking hot!"

Closer we moved toward the couch. In a minute I'll be on the couch - with his cock in me. I tried my bondage again.

"Oh, no, you're not getting out of these!"  he said to me.

Closer and closer we moved in as I kept trying to get free  and kept calling out for help: "MMMMPH!"

But suddenly, just a foot away from the couch he turned me around, facing me directly for a moment and then he practically lifted me slightly and then pushing / throwing me onto the couch, grabbing my ankles and lifting my legs high up with my ankles to my head - and abruptly pushing in with his cock into my ass.

I threw my head forward as best as I could and as close to his face while calling out: "MMMMMMMMMPH!"

His was a hard, long cock. His face buried in my neck, biting my ears and then pushing in again, and again. Whispering in my ear he said,  "Relax: you're only making it hard on yourself!"

Closing my eyes I bit down hard on my ball gag; the feeling was so intense!

Helpless, I lay on the couch, legs wide open and up as he pushed into me, slowly, but deeply, the restraints  tight and not giving me any slack, while my gag kept my calls for help totally quiet. The only sound I made was the sound of my voice trying to get though the highly muffled gag of the ball gag firmly stuffed in my mouth.

 "MMMMMPH! MMMMPPPHHH!" and the sound of his breathing and grunting as he relentlessly pushed in with his hard and deep penetration.

The others sat in their chairs watching us - watching me get raped, while in the background, the TV set continued playing the gay porno rape/bondage scene while the radio quietly played the dance music. It was early morning; no sounds from outside, no traffic - nothing. No sound was coming from the TV set>

The only sound heard was the sound of my being raped and struggling to get free. The sound of my being fucked against my will- the heavy breathing, my struggling, our breathing heavily together and the sounds of my moaning.

“Oh…yeah…sooo good,’he’d whisper. “Sooo fucking hot! Yeah!”

Meanwhile, the others looked on silently, either stroking their hard cocks, waiting for their turn or filming the scene. One edged himself on, struggling in making sure not to give a release until it was his turn to release into me.

My hands were now tightly bound with clothesline rope wrapped around and between my wrists to the rope I wore around my waist. The ball gag - tightly stuffed into my mouth insured that practically no sound could get out to the neighbors nearby. The curtains - heavy and thick, insuring better privacy - were closed while the couch was large and wide, insuring my top total control and dominance as he found himself in a perfect position to insuring that I could not move away, steadily fucking me in a SHOVE IN... PULL OUT... SHOVE IN... PULL OUT... just like that. I looked down as watched his cock move in with a constant, steady motion, pushing in deeply, a slight twist around and then and pull out - but never completely out and then going on to repeat over, and over, and over, and over like a piston on a machine moving with no mercy and totally at will with me unable to stop it.

*****

It was early in the morning.....

I'm am bound and gagged, tied to a chair, with my legs wide open, nude from the waist down. My mouth is well-stuffed with a large ball gag; no one outside can hear me. At best, you may hear a muffled plea in the room  I still desperately struggle to escape.

And here they come. Why did I let my fantasy get the better of me this night? Why??