Date Rape

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We had agreed to meet at his place.  I was very horny that evening and obtained the services of a male escort.  It wasn’t cheap, but he promised - based on my personality that he noted via my profile on a date site - a very good and satisfying time.  I didn’t care: I wanted to get fucked and be satisfied. I enjoyed bondage and nowadays, not too many people got into it.  So I agreed to his terms (he asked for a little more than usual) and offered me a time slot meeting my desires: as soon as possible.

I was incredibly horny.

So leaving home I took the train into the city, into the more upscale area.  It was early morning; around 2 am. It was quiet, as the address was located in a series of recently built condos down some well-lit but very quiet alleyways.

I approached the main door and pressed the button; I was allowed in with the instruction to ‘take off my pants and underwear and come in nude from the waist down.'

“Isn’t anyone around?’ I replied.

“No one’s here now. It’s late. Like to see you come in nude from the waist down.”  So upon entering the building I waited until I got up to the floor (third floor) where I then took off my pants and jockstrap, leaving on my white socks and track shoes. I also put on my belt around my waist. I liked to wear my belt and have my hands tied to it behind my back: it made me feel hot.  It was a risky though: walking around nude from the waist down in an apartment building. When I reached the third floor, I watched the elevator door opening, wondering if somebody was going to be there, seeing me  standing  before them nude from then waist down with a hard  on.   But no one was there (oddly, I was kind of disappointed: I was that horny!). One thing was certain, though, it was utterly quiet.  But then again it was a Monday early morning at 2 am.

It was hot to walk around like this; nude from the waist down, a hard on and the promise of serious fun. I liked showing off - my cock nice and hard, ass open and exposed,...  My heart racing, I found the apartment number. I hoped that it wasn't the wrong one, I thought to myself,...

I quietly knocked on the door; the door opened and my date stood before me was wearing a jock strap - with a hard cock clearly noticeable and rapidly growing even more before me.  I made it a point stand before him in the doorway with my legs wide open, my hands behind my back and my head tilted and my pelvis pushed forward. I found it so hot to show off my cock to a total stranger.

After seeing his cock, my cock quickly got even larger. 

Looking at me and then my cock, his eyes opened wider;  he then whispered “come in”.  Entering the apartment I placed my pants, underwear and my coat on a nearby chair and placed my bondage bag on a table.  “I brought some equipment just in case you needed it.” 

He looked at me and my cock and only nodded. The apartment was quiet; the only sound was our breathing. we both were hot and ready. "So, I take it the elevator ride was quiet?" he asked. 

"Well, it was different," I replied.

"I got the sense reading your profile that you'd have no problem showing off," he said coolly as he walked toward the kitchen, “I’m getting some water; want any?” Passing past me I could see his hard-on pushing through his jock strap as he softly touched my cock with a quick stroke, lightly caressing my balls.

“No, thanks. I’m good,” I replied as I followed and walked into the narrow kitchen. I entered on one side facing the main door; the other side leading to a bedroom, where a low light was on, luminating the bedroom and a window with the shades drawn.

Walking in the kitchen I said, “nice place!”

“Thanks,” he said as his sipped his water, looking at me, when it happened.

I suddenly heard something behind me and before I had a chance to see my wrists were grabbed and something - what felt like a leather strap - was quickly wrapped and then tightened on my wrists locking on with the sound of a click, with my hands then tied behind my back and tied to my belt. I briefly struggled and said something “what the fuck?!”, all the while my host stood, casually sipping his water and watched as a ball gag was then forced into my mouth, forcing me back into a rather large body standing behind me. The ball gag belt tightened as a final length of leather strap was then wrapped around my arms. In seconds I felt and heard the click as the last belt was locked on. I then felt two large arms go around  my arms and my body, wrapped around my upper torso, holding me tight - and still. I struggled for a moment, but it was hopeless. I was going nowhere; I was truly held in place by a pair of rather muscular light brown skin arms. I then tried calling out for  help, but the ball gag kept me quiet. Nobody was going to hear.

In minutes I went from a horny bottom looking for some action to being ambushed in a kitchen, my hands bound in a leather strap behind my back, my mouth gagged with a ball gag and a leather strap wrapped around my upper torso, nude from the waist down. I stood there with my legs wide open, seeing if I could somehow throw myself out of the strong arms holding me,... 

No good.

I was now the prisoner of two total strangers.

I stood before them, with my legs wide open exposing my hard cock and balls. 

Despite my situation, I was turned on. I was now rock hard, breathing fast

Putting down his water glass, my host said with a slight smugness: “meet my friend Tommy; feel his cock?”

I tried looking behind me, tried to move around but I was truly held in place. I fond myself trying to call out: "MMMPH!  MMMPH!  MMPH!" My voice wouldn't carry far; I could barely hear myself let alone anyone outside of the apartment I was trapped in. 

I then noticed something - something big - rubbing against my ass: I could feel his balls all the way down at the base of my ass, his cock tip reaching my fingers. I struggled and tried to move about, twisting this way and that; Tommy kept up with me no problem; instead, in a moment he was moving me around like a toy.

“Tommy does a lot of weight lifting; you won’t out-wrestle him.”

He was right; I was clearly Tommy’s Boy Toy.

I kept trying for a few more minutes, but it was useless. Tommy just locked me down, whispering in my ear; “the more you do that, the more I like it!”

I  stopped, standing there breathing,  my legs wide apart, my cock  pointing straight up. I looked down and could see my heartbeat as my cock pulsed.

It was 2 am, third floor of an apartment building; not a sound is heard except me trying to call out through my ball gag in the presence of a man watching me struggle while wearing a tight jock strap, and the other fully nude with a hard on, locked helplessly in his embrace. I stood there, nude from the waist down, wearing a sweatshirt and my white socks and track shoes, ball gagged, and bound with leather straps. 

They stood there, with their hard cocks pushing through; one bigger than the other. This was not what I agreed on. It was to be bondage - but this was going more like something else. 

I lost all control.

“Not much  you can do now, is there?” Putting down his  glass of water, the host comes over to me - now held tightly in Tommy’s arms - and proceeds to pinch my nipples At first gentle but in moments hard - very hard - so much that I call out for mercy, but my call was totally covered by the ball gag.

“No one’s going to hear you: you’re gagged too well and nobody really pays attention to whats’ going on  around here any how.” Stepping back he calmly speaks:  “Tommy is a porn star; I hired him for tonight for a film I’m making - with you as the main attraction.  I filmed the part where you’re ambushed in the kitchen (after some edits, of course) but now we’re on to get into the good part: where Tommy fucks your brains out.  Now you can struggle all you want and call out all you want, but it’s not going to work.  You're ours, now. I'm gonna film it all: - we're gonna film you being raped.'

"MMMMPH!  MMMPH!  MPH! MMMMMMMMPH!:

He smiled as I called out: "and just so we’re clear: it’s going to be awhile until we’re done.  And it’s gonna be a good film because it’s the real thing: you’re nice and bound, gagged and you had no idea that this was going to happen. So,…” He stopped talking, adjusted the camera and reached out to my cock and started to fondle my balls.  He then started to stroke my cock, murmuring to himself: “Mmmmmm.  Nice,…” and bending down he then took my cock into his mouth and started to suck me. And he was good. And he was right: it was very, very hot: bound and gagged, held in place by a dominant body builder, I felt his enormous cock as it rubbed against my ass. I then noticed one of his hands had reached over to the counter and was reaching for a tube of lotion.  I then felt his hand moving back and forth on his cock. Before I knew it I then felt his cock slowly and gradually pushing into my ass.  I gave a sudden start and a cry (or least I tried to) as his cock started to gradually push in, but not all the way: I still had some resistance - and all the while I was receiving a truly hot blow job. 

Tightly bound, firmly gagged, help prisoner by two strangers in a practically sound proofed building during early morning mornings I was slowly being fucked while receiving a hot blow job. The kitchen was soon filled with sounds of intense pleasure - the sound of me standing completely bound and gagged with my legs wide open to receive a hot blow job while also, slowly, a huge cock was working it's way into my ass; the sound of Tommy grunting "uh! uh! Yesssss,.." as he slowly pushed into me while the sounds of my other captor purring happily as he devoured my cock, going up and down my shaft and reaching my balls, the sound of slurping continuing on, driving me crazy with the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure happening at once, with me having no means to control any of it. The only thing I could do was move in time to both of them. I was no longer in control: I was moving in time to the one penetrating from behind and the other taking me into my mouth. All I could do was stand with my legs wide open as I could while still standing in place, pushing my pelvis forward as my cock was devoured deeply and then back again as a huge cock slowly worked it's way into me, forcing me to open more and more as it went deeper, leaving me to call out in time and rhythm: "MM! MMM! MMM! MMM!,... all the while dancing in time to my captors desires.

Tommy grunting; the one in front purring and I calling out uncontrollably; coupled with the sounds of our breathing heavily, it was the soundtrack to a very hot film. Tightly bound, firmly gagged, nude with the legs wide open - my ass, cock and balls totally exposed, open and taken under their control, held in place by a muscular, dominant top intent on satisfying himself while at the same time locked in place and being involuntarily pleasured. 

“Let’s loosen up a little,” Tommy said to me as he continued working, trying to get into my ass. At this point, the blow job ceased: My cock was rock hard, and dripping, but not released.  Standing up the one in front said “I can’t have you cum for awhile, as your nice hard cock looks good on camera. We're gonna edge you for some time.”

I struggled against my bindings and tried calling out, but I was stopped - neutralized - by Tommy’s cock as he was getting closer to get fully inside me: “he has 11 1/2 inches: it should keep you entertained for some time.”

11 1/2 !?!? “MM! MMMPH!” I found myself struggling even more.  

“Good; keep trying. Let me do something here,…” And he went around the corner, grabbing a length of rope.  Looking at Tommy he said: “I’m trying his feet together. You got him?”

Tommy practically purred, murmuring, “Oh yeah; I got him good!” as he continued his playing with me, pushing more of himself into me as I helplessly rode his rock hardness.

I watched helplessly as my feet were tied together. Stepping back the jock strap man smiled and looked on: “Oh, this is so fucking hot! Here you are, all nice and tied up, including your feet - and the main thing holding you up is Tommy’s cock as he’s looking to fuck you standing up! This is gonna be great!”

By now, I was standing on my tip toes, trying to delay Tommy's penetration; it only gave them both something to smile about, watching me struggle and trying to occasionally call out while Tommy's cock slowly moved into me.  I swiveled my head back and forth, pulled on my hand bindings and tried twisting about to loosened my arms, but it was hopeless.  My feet bound together I could offer nothing towards resistance. I called out even more, trying to shout, but my gag was in my mouth too well. 

I could only hang there, my body now slowly moving in time to Tommy’s cock who is now working harder to reach totally inside me, his arms holding me up while his body is leaning slightly backwards, my body just laying on him as he moves his cock about and between my legs, his cock resting between my ass and my balls, my legs nearly hanging down as I varied between standing on the tip of my toes and being lifted form the floor altogether. Soon, I was literally lifted up off my feet - sweet away as it were - my ass bouncing to the penetrations of his huge, rock hard cock lifting me off my feet as he forced his way into me, over and over and over. I could feel his sweat and hear his heavy breathing: even as strong as he is, it was still a lot of work but one thing was for sure: he was inside of me. I was on his cock like a set of loose clothing on a metal hook: his cock was hard like steel and I was just a loose pile of clothing, no longer arguing or calling out. 

I realized that I will soon ejaculate myself.  My cock was truly hard, and I was feeling a growing pressure deep within me. 

Just then Tommy whispered in my ear: 

“C’mon: let’s go into the bedroom. It’s time to really fuck you.”

"MMMMM!  MMMM!" I no longer could understand what I was even saying; I could only call out - in fear, in anger and in desire - for more as I kept trying to get untied. Tommy  moved forward. My feet were not touching the floor, now inches away.  His arms tightly locked and holding me in place while I leaned back on his body as his cock stayed inside of me as we moved forward. 

I couldn't move my arms and his cock was well inside of me, totally dominating me. I could hardly struggle; my body weight pressed hard against his chest left me no way to move my hands or arms. I could only lay against his chest  as he leaned back and held me up, my feet hanging while his cock rested firmly inside of me. I was left to rolling my head back and forth as I desperately called out as loud as I could - which was practically nothing, as the ball gag sealed me up good. For added fun, Tommy moved deliberately and slowly, rocking back and forth, enjoying the thrill of me locked onto his cock, helpless and unable to do anything.  I couldn't tell if his grunting was due to carrying my weight, or the pleasure of his cock moving about inside me as he walked. My feet hung below, mere inches from the floor, but more than enough to remind me of the totally hopelessness of my position.  At one point we briefly passed a hallway mirror, and looking over I could see Tommy's face: total concentration and focus as he stared into me: desire and sweat running down his body while his arms were taught and strong, his muscles tight and firm, carrying me like he would a sack of potatoes.  A sack of potatoes with an ass being fucked by 11 1/2 inches.

The bed is getting ever closer,...

"I bet you weren't  expecting this, eh?" said the other one, who had taken off his jock strap and stood by, with his cock hard and erect, slowly stroking himself.

I could only meekly call out "MMMPH!"  MMMPH!"

In the corner of the bedroom is another camera; my ‘host’ left it on for the time being: “I’m not putting myself into the picture as it’s  all about you and Tommy.” (Fat chance: you don’t want to get caught up into this wild thing, I thought to myself).

“Besides,  even if you do file a complaint, questions will be asked and they’ll find out about you soliciting male prostitutes - especially  known porn stars.”

He had a point. And I was in no position to argue otherwise. 

"So now you're the show; this is gonna be a hot release.  Rape shots always sell well!"

My hands are tied behind my back by leather straps wrapped around my wrist and the belt around my waist; no chance of slipping my arms over my head. My upper torso is also wrapped with a stout leather strap, keeping my arms in place and thus I can’t move either my arms or my hands.  And to top it off, a ball gag is stuffed firmly in my mouth; any sound I make is hardly heard beyond the immediate area; the more I tried to call out or struggle to get loose, the more aggressive my captor - Tommy - fucks me. 

Finally, standing before the bed, Tommy gives three more deep pushes into me, as we both cry out together.  He then slowly lowers me to the floor and with his cock slowly disengaging from me pushes me onto the bed face down.

I lay on the bed before I slowly turn over to face him as we stare at each other for a few moments. We both breath deeply, catching our breaths. 

Our cocks are both rock strong and strong: his, however, was huge.

I've never experienced or felt anything like this before; it was obvious he felt the same way.

We just ignored the other one; we only had eyes for each other. 

It is early in the morning - nearly 3:00 am - and we’ve been together for only a short time - but it seems much, much longer.  Some 6 feet tall and very well built, his skin is a light carmel complexion, bald and with a handsome face. His muscles are strong, but not ridiculous.  CLearl,y though, he is a body builder but unlike most body builders, he has a huge cock. I watch it pulse with his strong heartbeat. I was his target. And with that pulsing cock, there is a focus - a serious look I see as he lubed himself again - which I was grateful for. Facing off in the bedroom on the bed, I watched him stand before me with a huge cock as I laid still, realizing it was hopeless. I still occasional try to get myself free, struggling with my bindings and often trying to cry out, but after a while he merely said, “keep it up; I like that.” 

I then realized that I already knew this - and thus kept on bringing him pleasure as I struggled.  I was not getting free; it was an inescapable situation.  

But there was nothing wrong in making him harder: I found it hot.

And his cock,.. at one point he reached over and placed a store bought typical plastic water bottle, placed it next to his cock. His cock was as long as the bottle and nearly as thick: and his cock was very, very hard.  He smiled as he saw me staring at his cock. “Yeah, this is all for you.”  I gave an involuntary cry - "MMMMPH!" - but it wasn’t just a cry for help. 

I have to confess: it was also a cry of excitement.

Looking into each other’s eyes, it was a mutual. 

He then moved in much, much closer to me, untying my feet and then grabbing my ankles and  opening my legs wide, moving in close to me until I could feel  is cock moving around my ass. We stared at  each other; I kept  trying my bindings, but they were too well tied. My breathing was fast,  my heart beating hard,... And then he started to shove his cock in.  I  gave a  surprised cry, while he grunted. He then pulled out after only going in a short amount as he didn’t get in.  

"MMPH!?"  (What was he doing?) 

Moving in again, this time a little more stronger and a little more deeper, I gave out a small shout, managed to  somehow say “Fuck!” - and then he pulled out again, this slowly and deliberately. Looking at me some more he then pushed in again -

I gave out a cry  of “AAHH!” He got in deep that time.

It was all deliberate: he was breaking down my last resistance.  I could no longer escape, or cry out. Taken prisoner during the early mornings hours -  ambushed no less! -  I no longer had any control. It was totally out of my hands. 

And now, laying on my back on the bed, my legs around nis neck as he moved in close  to me, his body held me down, his arms laying closely supporting him while at the same time kept me from rolling about. 

He was going in again.  I rolled my head about, barely able to get the word of “please” out when,…

He got in much further this time. I closed my eyes, tears dripping down my face, as I opened my eyes to find his face only inches from me, starting intently at me. I shook my head as if to beg him to stop, but even I know that wasn’t possible: we both wanted the same thing - penetration. I had to remain strong,…

He went in again,… 

… this time, my back arched, my head rolled back, my mouth opened a little wider despite the ball gag filling my mouth, my eyes closed then I gave a shout as best as  I could.  No specific words, just a ‘UHN!’ as he went in much, much further: he was breaking through my last defenses, reaching in.  He was still pushing into me: all of his 11 1/2 inches or so. I try to roll about separately, doing anything - ANYTHING! - I can to get away from the deep penetration, but it was hopeless.  I only finally realized when he slowly pulled out - but then, as he pulled out he went in again - and again, and again - that if I didn't fight him it would go quicker and be over sooner. This time, the movement become much more regular: like a giant engine, his cock was a piston shoving into my ass, each time as deep as he last thrust; the lubrication keeping it loose.  My ass was now fully opened whether I like it or not. 

The fucking now truly began, with each thrust gradually going faster, yet keeping the depth consistent. In moments the bed was rocking, the headboard hitting the wall in time to his constant, regular penetration, merciless in their movements and not showing any sign of letting up.

I watched him and watched his face, as sweat started to run down his shaved head, his face straining as if pushing a great load, his eyes closed as if under a great strain, his back gradually pushing harder and harder as the thrusts were now much more pronounced. I found myself responding in kind: “MPH! MPH! MPH! MPH! MPH!” - over and over with each thrust. 

He then stopped, sat up to face me, took in a deep breath and looked at me with some wonder, only to reach down and grab my cock, stroking it with a slowness, and then gradually faster all the while looking at me, with  slight smile. I found my hips moving in time to his touch and strokes; I had no control of them. Moving up and down as if to take as much of his hands as I could somehow get. I also found myself getting excited, my cock now hardened, the bed bouncing ever slightly with my legs widely open with him between my legs, his left hand stroking my thigh - and me now deeply excited. I found my eyes half closed, a feeling of warmth gradually rising from my hips, moving toward my cock as I know very soon I shall let loose a geyser of cum,…

But he stops and then with no warning shoves his cock into me, not hesitating, diving in deep into me, moving his body toward me again and with his arms alongside my body, locking me in place, he proceeded to simply fuck me hard and fast, each thrust deep and fast, taking me off guard, The combination of my hard cock and the feeling of his cock deep into me along with his body on top of me I feel a new sensation from within, reaching from inside of me starting from  the base of my cock; inside of me I feel a valve as if turning slowly, being forced to turn with every deep thrust of his cock. My bindings tight, my gag good, my legs wide open and wrapped around him, my ass totally filled with his 11 1/2 inches, I am dominated completely: no chance of help arriving or me ever getting untied and freed unless and until he gets what he wants and he finishes.

But now within me, I feel a growing energy surge, a feeling of liberation coming up. My head is now rocking back and forth; my breathing fast and short, I hear a voice of desperation, coupled with intense desire: it is my voice and I now know I want this. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I shake my head as if to say ‘no’ but really it’s a moment of where I truly need to find a way of expressing how I feel: this desire, his physical  intensity this,…

And suddenly it arrives: my cock explodes as I shout out (albeit gagged) in a passionate voice, trying to say ‘yes!’ ‘yes!’ ‘yes!’ only to have it come out as "MMMPH!"  "MMMPH!"  MMPH!" "MMMPH!"  MMMPH!" each time I cum, my ecstasy is expressed though geysers of cum shooting up all around, reaching him, covering my chest, covering the bed and my legs cumming like I had never before. And very shortly in just moments as I shot off my final round I am confronted by his joy - literally he is shouting ‘AAH! AHH! FUCK! YES! AH!,…’  as he throws he head up like a wolf howling at the moon, the room strong with the smell of our sweat and the freshly made cum.

The camera caught it all, but we just didn’t care. 

Just then the silence was broken by the host: “very nice,… Let’s see how you do with the next one. I invited someone else to come over.  They’ll be here soon.”

I look over in amazement and tried once again to see if my bindings were still tight, calling out for help.

“Oh, don’t worry: they’ll be here soon. Figure about 15 minutes or so. Guess you’re going to get your money’s worth tonight!”

Tommy then slowly turned around and facing the other, growls in a menacing voice: "he's mine to have. I'm having him: nobody else!"

The look on the others face dropped; he was not in a good position to argue.