Bound, Gagged and Worshiped

If you can remember my predicament.  I just got raped in my hotel suite by an intruder who had mistaken me for another hotel guest.  He forced me to swallow two Viagra pills.  Once he discovered he sexually assaulted a stranger rather than a paid john, he left in a hurry leaving me bound, gagged, hard and horny.  He left behind his backpack full of bondage gear and soon to be discovered other little surprises.  I was found later by my boss, Larry, in a tight hogtie with a huge ball gag in mouth and wearing only a skimpy thong and OTC black thick and thin socks.  He assumed I was a wrapped gift for his sexual pleasure.  He based this on piece of paper left by the intruder with a story written by a guy named Bill who is actually staying at the same hotel, specifically in room 1304.  

Larry was very pleased and assumed the role of kidnapper. Even if I could tell him it was a huge mistake, which I couldn’t due to the gag; it could be the end of my cushy job with Larry’s law firm if I didn’t go along with this new scenario. I would have to submit and endure another sexual assault in the same evening.

Larry was massaging my feet. He altered between deep tissue massage which involved applying sustained pressure using slow, deep strokes to target the inner layers of my muscles and connective tissues to light rubbing of my stocking feet that felt soft. I hate to say this, but I was enjoying myself. It was relaxing and sexually arousing at the same time. Larry then begins to nibble the soles of my feet. This was different. It was ticklish. I began to struggle and giggling. Larry held firm to the rope which bound my ankles with one hand and began massaging my calves with his other hand. As I am thrashing around, Larry removes his hand from my calves and places it on my lower back where he presses down enough to ensure I can’t roll side to side. I am only left with flexing my feet which Larry seemed to enjoy being lightly slapped with toes and balls of my feet as he chows down on my arches. This goes on for a very long time and I am becoming exhausted. He finally takes pity on me and begins sucking on my toes and using his tongue to push the fabric of my socks between my toes in an attempt to wrap as much of his tongue around each toe. As I began to relax, he starts to move his hand from my back to my buttocks. I look toward the mirror and see that Larry has half of my right foot in his mouth and he rubbing each of my ass cheeks with his fingertips in alternate circular motions. I could feel my ass cheeks slap together and then spread apart while cold air flow across my crack and asshole. Next, he spreads my cheeks as far apart as he could and uses his left index finger to hook the string of the thong. Larry then moves this thin piece of fabric to the side and then begins touching my anus with his right index finger. Larry said, “Oh yea. That is hot. So velvety. Is that lube that I am feeling? What have you been up to Chip?”

Larry gets off the bed and goes into the room where the backpack was left. I hear him say, “What a kinky bastard. This is going to be fun!” Be brings the bag in the bedroom and dumps the contents on a chair. I see hemp ropes, duct tape, various gags, leather paddle, clothes pins, butt plugs, dildos, lube, rags, used socks, bandannas, a plastic prescription vial, and an large amber bottle filled with liquid. He placed some of the items on the desk including the vial and bottle. Larry lifts the vial and stated, “ Let’s see. Viagra. Chip! Who gave you these? Did you think I need them? I don’t. But, what the hell. I’ll take a few.” Then he picks up the bottle and said, “What is this? It has chcl3 written on the label. Let me see what that is?” He takes out his cell phone and conducts a Internet search. Larry then yells, “Oh shit! This is hardcore. Dude! We were destined to meet. I have always wanted to do what we are about to do.” What does he means? What is chcl3? Damn! I wish I paid closer attention in my chemistry class in high school. Larry picks up a sleek silicone odd looking device in the shape somewhere between the letters C and L. He slathers lube on it. Larry said, “Hum. A remote-control prostate massager. The instructions indicates that this beauty delivers deep rumbly vibrations in ten different patterns. The more bulbous top is the actual prostate massager and the lower half is a preineum massager.” Larry states, “I think we need to change how your tied so I can have better access. He unties the rope used to hogtie me causing my bound feet to be released so I am now laying flat. Larry unties my ankles. He grabs the waistband of the thong and slides it down my legs and then off. He wads the thong in a ball and shoves it in his pocket.  Then he takes each of these ropes and tie one end around my separated ankles, bend each leg, wrap the hemp rope around each thigh, and then ties off the other ends. So technically, I am back in a hogtie with each of my heels almost touching my ass cheeks. The difference is that my legs are wide open so there is easy access to my anus. My bound wrist are still in the middle of my back since Larry did not untie the rope which attached the bindings around my wrist to the collar around my neck.  He then brings the device over to the bed. Larry laughs and said, “Get ready and open up.” What does he mean, open up? How do I open my asshole without the use of my hands?

Larry places the tip of the prostate massager against my butthole. He begins to apply pressure and the tip penetrates with ease due to the lube on the massager and the lube already inside me. Also, my sphincter muscles were still loose due being fuck an hour earlier. With little effort, I was plugged. Larry then puts the remote in the lowest setting and turned it on. The bottom part starts stimulating the erogenous zone between my testicles and anus. The bulbous top deep inside is vibrating my prostate. I start squirming and moaning. I love this! There was nothing I could do. I wanted to jack myself off so bad.

Larry decides to roll me over. The way I was bound, my head, shoulders, toes and the ball of my feet were touching the bed and my back, ass, thighs, heels and arches of my feet were not making contact to the bed. My arms and bound wrist laid comfortably beneath me and kept me from falling over. My six inch dick was hard with enlarged penile veins. My tip was glistening due to syrupy milky juice flowing from my pee-hole. My huge balls were drawn tight in my pinkish shaved ball sack. Larry left for a moment and returned with a glass of water, showed me that he had two Viagra pills in his hand and then consumed the pills. He said, “Let’s give the pills some time to work. In the meantime, let me take care of that beautiful cock.” Larry crawled between my legs and began licking and sucking on my balls.  He used his huge organ of taste to bounce my balls which felt like light slaps.  I yelled in my gag that I wanted him to suck my cock which sounded like, “hhhhukk iiii kkkkkk!” I guess he understood me since he began slowly working his way up my dick with his tongue. Larry licked off the sticky fluid on my mushroom head and kissed my tip. I began flexing my toes and trusting my hips up as an attempt to part Larry’s lips with my penis. I wanted Larry to suck me. I need relief. He was rubbing the arches of my feet. Larry reached over and recovered the remote control of the prostate massager and turns it to the highest setting. A wad of pre-cum discharged and began flowing down my cock. Then he opened his mouth and my member was inside his warm and moist mouth. He made a sucking noise as he tried to get more pre-cum to release.  I had always heard that a male can give better head than a female since a male knows what he likes. Now, I never used drugs, but what I am feeling is probably what it feels like if I had used cocaine or something. I felt good! I felt like I was flying. I was seeing flashes of bright lights! He now is pinching my nipples. Light as first and shortly thereafter; rougher.  I can feel his tongue lapping around the base of my cock and then my mushroom head. I start shaking. I am about to erupt. I start yelling that I am about to cum, but it sound like, “mmmm mmmiinngg!” I think I am now in love with Larry. I wish I could have this feeling of ecstasy at least once a day. I feel cum shoot out of me. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. I look down and see cum oozing from Larry’s mouth which is still wrapped around my johnson, but most must had been swallowed. I could actually feel him swallowing.  He removes my penis from his mouth and said, “Wow.  That caught me by surprise.  A nice surprise.  I like the way you taste.”

Larry got off the bed. I expected he was going to release me from my bonds and remove my gag. I was hoping he would remove the prostate massager since it was starting to irritate me. Instead, he began removing his clothes. You can tell he works out. Even though he is in his seventies, he has the body of forty year old. There he stood beside me in his boxers and OTC grey dress socks. I was saying to please let me go, but it sounded like “ppppeeesss uuummmm.” He said, “Oh yes. I remember that you wanted me inside of you.” He removed his boxers revealing the biggest cock that I had ever seen. There is no way. I began struggling and moaning which he interpreted that I begging to be fucked with that monster dick. He walked over to the desk and got the bottle with the liquid. He pored some into a rag and placed over my nose and mouth. It had a ether-like odor and a slightly sweet taste. I began feeling lethargic and disoriented. I then realize chcl3 must be chloroform. I lose consciousness.

As I wake, I realize that I was not dreaming. I am a prisoner in my hotel room. I intended to use my hands to rub my temples, but I have no use of my hands and arms. I am on my back with arms stretched wide apart and each wrist is cuffed. Each cuff was tied to hemp rope at one end and the other end of the rope was tied under the bed to the bed post. It was the DYI restraints left behind by the intruder. I have a leather gag that covers my lips with an object between my teeth and leather straps buckled behind my head. It is much more comfortable than the ball gag. With my tongue, I try to figure what the object was inserted inside my mouth. I can tell it is a soft latex penis. What I can’t figure out is the reason a tube was protruding from the gag with a blood pressure bulb and air release valve at the other end. Oh shit. I am still hard. Damn Viagra! I look down and each ankle has a cuff locked in place with one end of hemp rope tied to the cuff. I lift one leg and realize the other end of the rope is not tied to anything. I guess the noise I was making alerted Larry who was in the sitting area. He walked in the room and I decided to ask if we can call it a night. With his gag, I was somewhat audible. I said, “Rraaarryy. Eeeassse hhhuumm tttttiiii HHHHUMMPP!” As I was talking, Larry began pumping the bulb and the latex penis in my mouth expanded and completely filled my mouth. He then turned the valve above the bulb trapping the air in my mouth. Larry said, “This my friend is a silencer inflatable penis gag. It will keep you in pleasured silence while I get my rocks off.” With that being said, I looked down at his third arm between his legs and low swinging balls. No! No! No! I can’t! As I am trying to figure how to end this, Larry grabbed the end of the rope attached to my right leg, wrapped it around the right post on the headboard of my canary bed causing my leg to be lifted straight in the air and then he tied it off. I started to try to free my leg, but couldn’t. My right foot was flopping helplessly in the air. Larry started to do the same to my left leg. I struggled to try to prevent this, but Larry distracted me by grabbing my left nipple and twisted violently. While focusing on the pain, Larry was able to attach the other rope to the left post of the headboard. I looked over at the mirror and saw Larry’s handiwork. I have a couple of pillows under my head, my cheeks on my face was puffed with air and a two by three inch piece of leather covered my mouth. My arms are stretch wide, legs in the air, and the only clothing I am wearing is thin black socks covering my feet and tense calves.

Larry climbs between my outstretched legs and his missile was heading toward my vulnerable asshole. All I could think is that it is like forcing a baseball bat into a pencil sharpener. He squeezed lube on his hand and began masturbating himself in order to get even more stiff and lubricate his naked cock. He then guided his huge tip against swollen anus. My powerless sphincter muscle allowed the tip fill my anal canal. I tried to move up to get him out, but he simply held me around my waist with his large strong hands. I yelled in pain, but it was muffled due to the gag, He slowly entered my rectum. Since his girth is at least five inches in circumference, his monster was shoving my prostate against my bladder. It made me feel like I was going to piss all over myself. Soon, Larry was all the way in me. He let go of my waist and began rubbing my silky calves. He wanted me to feel his dominance. He is rich. He is my boss. He has had me bound and gagged for hours. He edged me and made me cum. He is now impaling me. Does that make me his bitch? He then bends over and began nuzzling my neck. Larry begins to softly moan as he begins to slowly fuck me in short and slow strokes. As his pace quickens, he begins bitting my neck. Just like what a male dog would do to his bitch. But you know, I like it. It felt manly. Larry smelled like Old Spice and cigars. I was wanting to please him. I tried to move my hips and tighten my bunghole so he would enjoy himself, and possibly; he will want to do it again at a later date. He straightens up and stated making quicker and longer stokes. My dick and balls bounced around with ever thrust. Again, milky prostate fluid flowed out my piss slit. Like a gentleman would, he began stroking my cock and massaging my ballsack. Oh shit. I am going to cum again! I think Larry knew this since he could feel my balls begin to draw up and my cock begins to pulsate. Larry was not having of that. He squeezed the tip of my penis which forced blood out of my member and reduced my erection. He left my cock and balls alone as he massaged my feet while he continued fucking me like a whore.

Larry was in the zone. I knew he was getting close. He was panting, making suuuuuper-low moans and yelling, “Oh, yeah!”, “You like that? and “Oh, fuck baby.” He began stroking my cock again.  He shot a huge load inside me. It felt warm. He stopped masturbating me for a moment while he basked in his glory of his conquest. It was to late to stop me from cumming. Large globs of semen shot high into the air, landing on Larry’s chest, my chest and neck.

Larry loosen the valve on the gag, allowing air to escape and returned the latex penis in my mouth to the normal size. He then removed the gag. Suddenly, he bent down and licked the jiz from my neck. I opened my mouth to sigh and without notice, Larry’s lips were on mine. His tongue was covered in my cum and was now in my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue was in his mouth. After this passionate kiss, he released me from my bonds. I rolled over and tried to process in my mind what this entire evening meant to me. Larry dressed and then informed me that he will expect me be at his house the following Friday for a weekend full of fun with some of his friends. He said, “No need to pack much. I will provide you with the clothing you will be wearing.” I am not sure if this was an invitation or an order. He slapped my ass hard and left.

As I showered, I kept trying to figure out what I had gotten myself into. Larry thinks I am some sort of sex freak. Am I going to be some type of sex slave? Oh shit! I am still hard and now frustrated. I need to take out my frustration on someone, but who? Wait a minute! There is a guy, I think his name is Bill, in room 1304 who is waiting for a paid dom. Maybe it is time to take back my manhood.

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