Bound, Gagged and Worshiped

I was spending the night in a ritzy hotel in the French Quarter located in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was paid for by my boss, Larry, a very successful lawyer in Mississippi. Larry wanted to do something nice for his employees since we just won a multimillion dollar civil lawsuit. He gave us off work on a Thursday and Friday, rented a party bus to transport us back and forth, booked hotel suites (consisted of a sitting area, kitchenette, bedroom and large bathroom) for all his employees, made reservations at a popular restaurant on Thursday night, and then offered to pay for drinks in the hotel bar that evening. Most all of his twenty employees, including myself, accepted the invitation. No significant others were allowed.

I joined his law firm about a year ago.  Let me be honest. I was not offered the job because I was the best and brightest. I got the job since I had insider information that Larry was probably a closeted homosexual and has a dress socks and/or feet fetish. A friend of mine, who was a paralegal intern at the law firm, had seen images on Larry’s laptop of nude men wearing only sheer or thin dress socks when she was leaving papers on his desk for him to sign. He had momentarily left his office without signing out of his laptop. As she was telling the story to me, it appeared she had made the assumption that he must have been conducting research for a lawsuit. 

On the day of my interview, I wore a dark blue suit, black low-cut leather loafers and thin blue nylon socks. He seemed fixated on my feet during the interview and every chance I got, I would do a little shoe play by slipping my heels out of my loafers, arching my feet for a second, and slipping my feet back into the loafers. It worked. I got the job. I considered these shoes as my lucky loafers.

Let me tell you about myself. My names is Charles, but everyone calls me Chip. I am a 26 year male of Italian heritage, 5’8”, 28 inch waist, broad shoulders, brown eyes and thick long black hair in the front with a much shorter hair in the back. I have to use a lot of hair products to make my hair lay back for a professional look, but when I am not at work, I let my hair hang forward in my face. If I could say what is my favorite part of my body, I would say it is my big ass. I get a lot of attention, especially when I wear my custom-made slacks/suit pants which cup my ass cheeks. In order to get the full effect, I tend to wear thongs. Anyway, I think Larry likes the way my ass looks at work. Now, I am not gay, but I love getting admiration from anyone. I have no problem with flirting with a woman or man to get what I want.

So, everyone seem to really enjoyed their meals at a famous Louisiana restaurant in the French Quarter. I wore a white button down linen shirt, black and white herringbone slacks, black dress socks and my lucky loafers. After we returned to the hotel, Larry asked if I was going to have drinks in the hotel bar. I told him that I would never pass up free liquor, but I wanted to freshen up first. As I walked away, I made sure I walked in a way to make my ass jiggle for Larry’s enjoyment. 

One I got into my suite, I stripped off my loafers, shirt and pants. I wanted to cool down and use some masculinely-scented body wipes since I had sweated a lot while walking though the French Quarter. It is so humid. As I passed by a full-length mirror in the bathroom, I stopped to admire myself wearing only a black mesh thong and OTC black thick and thin socks (dress socks that is made of thin nylon with thick nylon running throughout the socks.) 

My body was glistening from sweat and some lose hairs had fallen over my eyes. Tonight was the first time I wore a mesh thong. It only gave me the minimal coverage with a sporty, sexy look. It was made of super lightweight microfiber mesh that shows off skin and is ultra breathable. I have a hairy chest that I keep trimmed with a thin line of hair running down from my chest to my pubic region. Not only do I have hair on my chest, but have light hair on my ass and legs. As I was looking at myself, I began rubbing my crotch. 

The mesh fabric of the thong felt so good on my cock and balls. I have an average size dick, but since I am smaller that most men, it makes my member look HUGE.  I have nice round balls in a shaved sack. I was getting hard. As I was pleasuring myself, I began flexing and posing like a body builder while admiring my thick claves, washboard stomach and muscular arms. Maybe I might just polish one off before joining everyone for drinks.

Then there was a knock at the door. Oh shit. I forgot I called maintenance earlier since I found standing water in the kitchenette area of the suite. There I was, practically naked with a hard-on and pre-cum oozing through the thong. I went to the door in the sitting area. I yelled through the door that I would open it and I needed that person to wait before entering so I could return to the bedroom and close the door since I was not decent. 

As soon as I cracked the door, I turned to walk toward the bedroom. I had not taken a couple of steps before the door was opened wide. There stood a large man with crop brown and grey hair, mustache and stubbled beard. He had piercing blue eyes.  He was dressed in a black t-shirt, dark brown jeans and black boots. I guess since I was shocked and feeling embarrassed by the way I was dressed and with an erect penis, that I initially did not notice he was holding a gun.

The intruder said in his deep voice that if I am quiet and do as he says, I will not be harmed. He swung a backpack onto a chair, unzipped it and pulled out a large bright red rubber ball with leather straps. The intruder tosses it to me and I instinctively caught it. The intruder said, “Now. I don’t need you to be doing something foolish like yelling for help, so I need you to put that ball gag in your mouth and buckle it real tight in the back.” I did as he said and secured it as tight as I could, lodging the rubber ball deep in my mouth. 

He then threw a long piece of hemp rope to me and I instructed me to sit on the couch located behind me on the far wall. Once I sat down, he told me to fold the rope in half and start wrapping it around my ankles. After a couple of times I wrapped my ankles, he told me to stop, separate the ends of the last three feet of rope, with one end behind my ankles and one in front of my ankles, and cross them a couple of times between my ankles. When there was less than a feet of rope left, he instructed me to pull tight and tie together in the front. Each ankle was surrounded with tight rope.  As I looked at my bound ankles, I felt a panic come over me that since I did such a good job, I would not be able to break loose and try to run to safety. He grabbed something from his backpack and threw it though the bedroom door which landed on the bed. 

He then said, “Get up and hop yourself to the foot of the bed. You will find a blindfold. Put it on.” I slowly started slowly shaking my head no which made him angry. He yelled, “Don’t fucking say no. Do you want me to hurt you?” I decided to comply. Hopefully he will take my few valuables such as wallet and watch and then just leave. I began hopping and could feel my semi-erect cock and balls, which were cupped in the pouch of my thong, bounce up and down. Once I was at the foot of the bed, I saw an aviator style fleece-lined blindfold. I secured it in place. I could not see a thing. Soon the intruder was behind me. He told me to put my hands behind my back. 

He then began trying my wrist together. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and my fingers were pressed against his warm crotch. I am not sure if I was feeling his penis or something like a flashlight.  He secured the rope in multiple knots, I tried to think of how I got myself in this predicament. I should have taken a chance and fought him. Now, I am bound and gagged in only a skimpy thong and gay socks.

Next, something horrible happened. He was reaching around and began rubbing my chest. What if he is here not to rob me? What if I am going to be raped? I began squirming and trying to tell him to stop, but my pleas were muffled by the gag. He then grabbed my swollen and rosy nipples, twisted them and told me to stop resisting. Immediately, I felt a weird sensation that went to my nipples to my cock. Are nipples considered erogenous zones? As I stop squirming, he stopped twisting my nipples and began gently rolling my erect nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Please. Please. As I tell myself, in an attempt to stop from getting a full erection. Next, he runs his fingers through the hair on my chest and the down my happy trail. My breathing become heavy with the anticipation he would eventually touch my privates. Never has another male touched my crotch. Nothing that I can do to prevent this from happening. As soon as he gets to my waistband of thong, he suddenly removes his hands from my front and pushed my shoulders forward, causing me to fall facedown on the bed. It hurt really bad since I landed on my almost erect cock. 

I heard him rummaging in his backpack. He suddenly grabbed my bound feet and began tying more rope between my ankles. Next he passed the free ends of the rope around my bound wrist and pull tight. My fingers are now touching my heels. He tied knots at the top of my wrist so the knots were out of reach of my fingers. I am now in a tight hogtie. He said, “Man! You is the sexist bitch I have ever seen. We are going to have some fun tonight! First, I am going to take me a shower. No need to hurry since you ain’t going nowhere.” He then slapped my right ass cheek. I let out a scream, which sound like a soft “hummm.” .

Once I heard him get in the shower, I decided it was my chance to escape. I first tired to reach for the knots around my wrist, ankles, as well as the knots of the rope used in the hogtied. No luck. I could not reach any knot. Next, I start rolling around and pulling on my bonds. It did not help loosen any of the ropes and I became afraid I would roll off the bed, causing some serious injury. Also, the struggling was getting me even more hard.  Does this mean the feeling of helplessness excites me?  I then tried to remove the blindfold and gag by rubbing my face on the bed. No luck. Why did I secure them so well? Soon he gets out of the shower. As soon as he enters the room, he said, “Couldn’t get loose, huh?” He then snaps his wet towel which makes impact on left ass cheek. My muffled scream seems to entertain him.

I hear him scrambling around the bedroom. I think he trying ropes to the frame or post of the bed. Every time he passes near me, he would run a finger down the sole of my stocking feet sending jolts through my body. Does it tickle? Are my soles erogenous zones? Soon he is done with what he was doing. He removes my blindfold. After I blink a few times and get use to the bright lights, I see that the intruder is completely nude. He actually has a great physique. He is thick, like a lumberjack. He has dark hair, with a little grey, all over his body including his huge ball sack. His dick his semi-erect. I assumed that when he is fully erect, he would be around 8 inches. He has a nice mushroom tip. Wait! He is intending to shove all that in my ass. Now, his penis looks so much bigger and scarier. Next, he goes behind me and shoves is face in the soles of my feet and took a big whiff. What are the odds that this guy is into my feet? Do all gay guys like men’s feet? He then begins licking, kissing and nibbling my soles and then toes. 

At times, it felt relaxing and pleasurable. At times, it was ticklish and irritating. He held my ankles tightly as he had his way with my feet. I look over toward a large mirror on the left of the bed and I could see my feet arched and toes flexing as he was performing oral sex on my feet. Is that right, is it oral sex? Regardless, I do look as sexy as hell. The hemp ropes against the black socks, my bare ass with a black sting running between my cheeks, my now tousled hair falling across my face and a huge red ball secured in my mouth, was giving me a lot of visual stimulation. On top of that, a sexy guy who is enjoying my helpless body. I don’t think that means I am gay, I think I was aroused because I was helpless. I kept reminding myself that I was possible in a dangerous situation and the intruder is my enemy, not a friend who was just helping my fulfill a fantasy.  I mean, yes, when I was in college, I was tied up by some fraternity brothers.  It was because we were drunk and bored.  Yes, I did ejaculate while I was bound and gagged one time, but no one knew since I was fully clothed. I did fantasies of my fraternity brothers tying me while I was nude.  Oh shit!  I love bondage?

Maybe he just wanted to play with another’s guys feet. I will try and relax and wait till he is done. In the meantime, my erect cock feels as if is no longer confined in my thong. What if I cum? Hopefully not. Hopefully, he will keep me on my stomach until he is done.

I am not sure how much time as passed. I have been enjoying the view through the mirror. I am getting a weird thought about what it would feel like this guy‘s dick in my ass. As if he could read my mind, he stops licking, kissing and sucking my feet/toes and begins untying the rope that secures me in a hogtie and the rope around my ankles. It feels good to stretch my legs. He then reaches around my waist, pick me up slightly and tossed me so that I was perfectly centered on the bed. He grabs my right ankle and pulls toward the corner of the right footboard. As I am trying to see what he is doing, I hear the distinct clicks of cuffs and realize my ankle is cuffed.  The single cuff was attached to hemp rope with the end of the rope secured underneath the bed.  The same is done on my left ankle. I realize there are cuffs with ropes laying on the bed above my head also.  This must have been some type of diy project since he had separated handcuffs and leg shackles and tied each cuff to hemp rope.  He then removes a collar with rings in the front, back and sides, from his backpack and puts it around my neck. Next he takes a piece of rope and wraps it around my wrist and then passes the rope through a ring on the back of the collar. He pulls it causing my bound hands to be drawn up to the middle of my back.  He then he ties the rope in knots at the back ring of the collar. 

I feel the intruder now between my spread legs. He begins to spank me with his bare hands. Oh, the humiliation. He then says, “OK. Let’s get you loosened up.” I feel him pulling my cheeks apart, his gruff face being shoved in between my ass cheeks and his tongue licking my anus. The feeling caused me to jerk and I began trying to use my hands to defend my asshole, but there is no way to stop him. My bound hands can’t reach anywhere near my ass. He licked slowly at first in circular motions. He nibbled between my cheeks. He then became more aggressive with his tongue by trying to penetrate my clinched sphincter.  I see him in the mirror with his face deep in my ass with one hand pulling one of my cheeks to the side so he has easy access to my asshole while masturbating himself with his other hand.  He was wearing me down and I could feel his tongue going in and out of my anus. I guess I was being tongue fuck. It actually felt good. He then got off the bed and reached for more things in his backpack. He pulled out a condom and lube. He said, “I am about to fuck that pretty ass. If you are smart, you will just relax and let it happen. The more you resist, the more it will hurt.” I tried to beg him not to fuck me. I tried to explain that I was fearful he would tear something up. However, it just came out as grunts and moans. It was getting him more excited.

Once he had the condom on his erect penis, he began slathering it with lube. He then spread my cheeks with one hand and squirted lube on my anus. He then began making circular motions with his index finger and began pushing lube inside. It was hurting. Soon he had his entire index finger in my ass and my sphincter wall was loosing and tightening which was giving him a sucking sensation.  He used his finger to massage my prostate.  What a feeling! I think this is called prostate milking  since I began feeling a steady steam of sticky fluid (probably milky in color) flowing out my pee-hole. The intruder said, “That’s enough. Time to fuck you like a whore.” He position himself between my legs. I was thrashing as much as I could, but he simple kept me immobilized by wrapping his large hands around my waist. 

I could feel the head of his penis pushing through my anus. It felt like I was splitting in half. Once his mushroom head had penetrated me, my sphincter tightened around the base. I am sure this felt tight and warm around his dick. He was able to push in further with little effort due to the lube.  He moaned, “Shit. You is tight like a virgin. You feel good.” The intruder continued to pushed in and pull almost out. He started picking up speed and going deeper until he was totally in. He began fucking me hard and I was starting to enjoy it. I felt his balls slapping the space between my anus and scrotum. His thrust were causing friction between my cock and the mattress. I may cum. I look over to the mirror and became even more aroused at the sight of a burly man‘s ass going up and down and upon impact of his hips to my ass, it causes my ass to shake like Jello. I began yelling to fuck my harder, but it came out like, “hhhuuucc meee haarrerr.”  He then laid on top of me and placed a hand across my gagged mouth in order to keep my noise to a minimum. I loved the lube sounds.  I could feel air escaping my asshole when he would pull all the way out and before he shoved his pecker back in. Soon he lets out a growl and his body convulse. “I’m shooting a load!”, he said.  He then slowed down his thrusting and finally stopped with his entire erect penis deep inside of me.  He continued to lay he on top while breathing heavy as his dick begins to become soft.  He finally withdrew his limp dick out of me and got off the bed.  He pulled off the condom which was full with cloudy white cum.  He left me there as he went to clean up. He returned with a glass of water and put it on the nightstand, He said, “Ok. I am going to take off the cuffs on your feet and let you sit up. As soon as he did, he sat me on the side of the bed and told me to stand up. The intruder placed the blindfold on again. 

He removed my gag and said he was going to give you some water. I was parched so I opened my mouth wide. Suddenly, I felt him cup my mouth and something hit the back of my throat. He then pinched my nose and force water in my mouth. I realized I just swallowed some pills. I said, “What did you just gave me. Are you trying to kill me?” Please I have not resisted.” He covered my mouth and said, “Hush. It is just a few viagras per your request. It will keep you hard the rest of the night.” So far, I am having a great time. I wouldn’t mind hooking up with you in the future for free.” He removed his hand from my mouth. I then said, “What do mean what I requested or hooking up for free?” He removed the blindfold and looked me in the eyes. “Ok. Let’s take a break from role playing. I saved the text messages we sent back and forth discussing my cost and what you wanted, including the viagras. I printed out your fantasy you wrote for gay bondage blog and studied it at you request. It is in my packpack” I shook my head no. Suddenly the intruder grabbed his phone and check his messages. He said, “Your Bill and this is room 1304.” I said, “No. I am Chip in 1404.” The intruder started to panic, “I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He grabbed the ball gag and secured it in my mouth. He whispered in my ear, “I can’t go back to jail.” He then pushed me back on the bed, turned me over on my stomach, grabbed rope, tied my ankles, and secured the other ends to the collar. I was again in a hogtie except this time my hands were not tied to my ankles. The intruder said, “I need time to get away. The maid will find you in the morning. Don’t report what happened or if you do, I will say you consented.” With that he took photos of me which he said he would post if I he had any reason to believe I filed a police report. I wish he had not gagged me again.  I wanted to tell him that I would not call the cops. I wanted to beg him to stay.  Also, tell him that the least he could do is let me get off before leaving. He then bolted the room leaving everything he brought except his clothes and cellphone. 

Within less than fifteen minutes, the viagra kicked in and I had a raging hard on. My penis had gotten soft and tucked back in my thong, but now it is fully erect and pushed to the side. I was now on my side facing the mirror and just kept watching pre-cum oozing out of the fabric of the thong.  There was no hope in getting loose. I have no idea how I am going to explain this to Larry. 

Another fifteen minutes had passed when I heard a knock on the door. I tried to yell for help, but whoever it was would not be able to hear me. The door opened. I rolled back on my stomach since I didn’t want my erection showing.  Maybe it is the intruder, I kept quite. A minute or so later, Larry entered the bedroom with a piece of paper. Larry said, “Chip. We were worried when you didn’t join us for drinks. Since I paid for the room, I could get a spare keycard.  I guess you knew that though. I found your fantasy printed on this paper beside your backpack.  In a sense, you write that you wanted to be bound and gagged. You wanted me to pretend I have broken into your room and have my way with you. You are going to pretend to be a victim, so no matter what you say or do, I should never break character. I love it!  I can‘t believe the assortment of bondage gear and toys you brought.  I just can‘t figure out how you got yourself in a hogtie. Ok. Ok.  Enough.  I will get in the role of a kidnapper.  I will do everything to you that you want done to you on this piece of paper. Thanks for the sexy getup. One of my secrets is that love socks. Those you are wearing are unbelievable!  Who knows, maybe you will make law partner after this.”

He kicked off his black driving shoes and walked over to the bed.  He began messaging my feet. Larry said, “Do you know how long I wanted to worship your feet and with socks just like the one you have on. Hum. Nice and sweaty.” I could tell him that my feet are not sweaty, but covered in slobber from a rapist, gigolo, convict, or whatever he was, that it was not my fantasy, and I didn’t want some seventy year old guy messing with me.  

However, Larry is not that bad looking.  Maybe this will be a win-win.  He will get me off and possibly make me a partner. 

Continued.