Early Morning: 4 am Sex

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 couldn’t sleep; I was hot and horny. Tossing and turning, out of desperation I decided to try out the free line and see if I could get a hookup. After a couple of hours - just as I about to give up - I finally clicked with someone. 

My luck, it worked. Like me, he was hot, bothered and also was about to give up when we clicked. "You're exactly what I'm looking for," he said. His voice was quiet yet strong: he was also very horny. He said he’ll come over to my place as soon as he hung up.

He described himself as tall - 6 feet - caucasian, brown hair, thin, mild build but with a notable cock: “I have a ten inches with a mushroom head.  It’s a average cock but my mushroom head is big and my cock can get very hard and strong.”

He said he’d be over in about an hour - around 4 am.

I was in college and being younger, horniness was part of the scene.  I could go for hours. I bottom and enjoy bondage. It’s risky: hooking up with strangers during the early morning hours - but I was hot and very horny - and young at the time. Still, I prepared: turning the lights down low,  closing the curtains, laid out the rope and some duct tape, I eagerly waited. 

I lived in a small studio apartment inside a larger house converted into 3 apartments. I lived on the second floor.  To make sure it went well, I also instructed him to ‘ring the middle bell just once and to keep it quiet so as to not wake up the neighbors.’ He agreed; the last thing we wanted was to be interrupted.

I never met him before, but I wanted to make this an interesting meet - and this was my mistake: I assumed I would have some kind of control. 

I got into my sweatshirt, wore a pair of white athletic socks and my jock strap. My strap was a little smaller than my size, but it felt good walking around with it on: the constant rubbing, the tightness - it all added up.  It as also very minimal: small and tight, thin and practically a g-string, it was still a jock strap in that it kept my cock and balls nice and tight.  So as I got hard, my jock package was stretched and yet still covered: a nice handful for somebody to latch onto and keep me behaved as I struggled to get untied. 

It seemed like a long wait; my heart racing, my mind raced with possibilities. My cock - hard and strong, stretching my jock strap. I moved about, unable to watch TV, listen to the radio. I hesitated playing with myself as I didn't want to lose a load and not be ready for his arrival; I grew soft.  I impatiently waited,...

Soon, I heard a car parking in the street. My heart raced as I stood there, legs opened wide and my hands on my ass, pushing my pelvis out. 

I waited.  

The bell rang. At that moment my cock suddenly came alive, pushing upward fast with my blood flowing: it was again pushing up and making my jock strap tight, the straps around my ass tightening as my cock rose. My heart racing, I could barely concentrate with the anticipation.  I then decided to go for it: wearing only my jock strap, a sweatshirt and some white athletic socks and plain docker shoes, I quietly walked down the stairs, turning the hallway light on as I went. 

The building was quiet: no-one was up. The landing from my apartment ran to the left of my door, then turned 180 degrees to the right down and toward the very bottom, turning the another 45 degrees toward the door.  

It was a risk: any of my other neighbors could pop out, but I was confident that at 4 am, this would not be too likely.

Still, the risk added a strong flavor; I got even more excited. I walked carefully as my cock was hard and ready: I was triggered. 

I liked showing off.

I approached the door, walking with ever growing anticipation; my heartbeat was strong and the blood ringing in my ears. I had to be careful for if I opened the door too wide, I could be exposed and seen by my neighbors - the kind of people who wouldn't understand. A part of me wouldn’t mind doing this, but I judged against doing this. Still, a part of me got even more aroused!

I then opened the door, standing behind it as I waved him in.  He entered cautiously, unsure of where he was walking in when I then closed the door and stood before him, appeared him wearing my jock strap, socks, shoes and sweatshirt.

The moment I saw him, I opened my legs, placed my hands on my ass and pushed as my pelvis and pushed out as far it could go. 

I was turned on. He not only looked good, but I got an excitement about him. He was an older man, wearing regular clothing.  Working class, but older - at least twice my age. He was a little taller, slightly built and was clean. 

Turning toward me, I sensed he felt the same way.  I could already see a growing bulge in his pants.

I whispered “hi. Have to keep it quiet.”

He merely nodded as he looked at me, with his mouth slightly opened; clearly he didn’t expect this.  I then walked past him, moving in such a way as to give a show of my ass moving back and forth glancing behind, I could see him staring at my ass, his breathing now more elevated. My cock so hard that we pushed up and stretched my jock so tightly that every step I took rubbed my foreskin and very tip. 

His breathing got even more pronounced as I started to walk up the stairs, continuing my show, stretching  my legs and my ass by my skipping every other step, stretching my legs wider as I looked back at him,  walking with an exaggerated slowness with my legs spread out more.  As I got to the top, I turned and faced him as he turned the corner on the first set; I stood there with my right leg down two steps while my left leg stood at the top, leaving a wide gap between my legs.  I kept my legs wide open, leaning back slightly.  My cock was now so hard, it was pushing the limits of my jock strap, making me even more excited with the feeling as my cock tip rubbed against my jock strap (I wore a size down deliberately just for this). He slowly walked toward me as I then, at the last moment before he could touch me, I turned and led toward my apartment, with him eagerly following me; we walked slowly up the stairway, me moving and stopping as he slowly followed.

We entered my apartment. 

I then stood inside my apartment, my hands behind my back, standing with my legs apart, pushing my pelvis forward, inviting him in.  He then passed through the doorway, looked around, turned toward me as he looked at my hard-on, reached down and fondled my balls, studying my face while very close to me.  I gave a gasp, but didn’t move, as he then ran his hand up and down and around my shaft his large hand  cupping my cock and balls, running his fore finger and thumb all around my cock tip, now moist with pre-cum. He did this for half a minute, as I stood there, my eyes half closed moving slightly about in time to his touching me with my mouth opened, breathing with the pleasure of his hands and fingers. We looked into each others eyes, not moving.  I then opened my legs wider and moved closer to him, expecting maybe a kiss - but he merely smiled and stepped away.

I deserved that; he was teasing me back.

We didn't say anything throughout all of this; we didn't need to.

Closing the door, we moved into my studio, where my couch/bed /futon opened (I was a starving student then). He then walked to my desk, and took off his coat. I watched him as I took off my sweatshirt. He had an average build, but he had some muscles.  He was thin; rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve was a pack of cigarettes which he set down. I put on a belt around my waist, kneeled on the couch/bed and with one of the rope I had, started to bind my ankles together.  We continued undressing, watching each other silently.  I then wrapped the belt around my waist.

There was little need to make small talk.

I tied my feet together and then kneeled on the edge of the bed, my ass facing toward him as I leaned back on my arms and watched him undress. I pulled down my jock strap - the back strap dropped down just below my ass, leaving my rock hard cock inside my cup: my cock so hard it made for a huge pyramid, leaving a couple drops of pre-cum on my very tip; the feeling so intense,...!

His shirt and pants off, he then stopped and looked at me.  I looked at his underwear. 

He was very, very hard; he wore regular underwear but his cock was anything but regular.  He saw me looking on, and then started to pull down his underwear, but first instructed me to ‘turn around’.  I did so, and could only hear him slip his underwear off.  I started to look, but then he said, “just cross your hands behind your back.”

Kneeling on the bed, my feet tied tightly together, he re-checked my feet bindings, and then reached out to grab one of the ropes I had,  binding my hands behind my back to the belt.

He knew what he was doing; he took his time, carefully and thoroughly binding my hands, making sure they were bound together well and secured to the belt.  He clearly was practiced with bondage.

"So, I assume you're in college?"

"Yes," I replied.

"mmmm,..."

He turned down the lights; the room was just barely lit.  The curtains drawn, there was no sound other than our moving about, getting ready.

Now, my hands tied behind my back to the belt around my waist, and my feet tied, I tried trying my bindings as he then settled in behind me, kneeling with his legs surrounding my legs, his body close to mine, keeping my legs in place as he moved in.

I watched as he held in front me while kneeling behind me, two hankerchefs.  At the same time I leaned back a little and reached out behind me, only to find and fondle his huge, incredible cock. 

At that moment he quickly moved his right hand toward my mouth and stuffed one of the hankerchefs into my mouth; the other hand then came over and tied a handkerchief over the one already in my mouth, and then wrapped around my head and tied it behind my head, making sure the handkerchief in my mouth was well placed and then slowly and deliberately gagged me, stuffing the handkerchief in my mouth just so, and taking his time to tie the knot; he also took his time, pulling me back close to him, forcing me to bend backwards awkwardly as he slowly pulling the hankerchef in my mouth, moving me slightly around, side to side, making sure that my mouth was well stuffed.  He then run his hands around my gag, ran his hands around my neck, and then re-checked my bindings.

I was now firmly bound and gagged.  

Meanwhile, I found his cock: it was more than two handholds.  It was more than 10 inches. At that moment with my mouth stuffed and firmly gagged, I was taken aback: “MMMMPH!” He lied to me: he had a far bigger cock than what he said.

I was not ready for this. 

Whispering into my ear, “Shh! I know it’s more than 10 inches. But not a lot you can do now!"

“MMPH!” My God, his cock head was huge.  It literally was the size of my palms! With both of my palms, I could barely cover it. The shaft was somewhat narrow - not thick - but it was solid: rock hard! The best way I could describe it was akin to a plunger: long and hard, thick at the end. I found myself moving about: what other surprises did he have in store?

He moved closer to me, his cock now rubbing between my ass cracks as he wrapped his arms around my body, rocking me back and forth. As he did so, I reached out for his cock and played with his shaft, reaching for his balls - but it was no good. I couldn’t reach his balls; but I found myself grabbing onto his cock, squeezing his cock tip. I never felt anything like it! And now I found myself wondering: how is he going to get that in me?

Simple.

It’s going in whether I changed my mind or not.

He whispered: "I never went to college, but I love fucking college types. Younger guys turn me on - especially when they're bound and gagged, and are in no position to argue with me."

In moments, we were rocking back and forth forward; He kept me in place, not allowing me to move away or fall to the right or left. Instead, as he reached around me, his hands and fingers found my nipples - and stated to pinch them, gradually harder.  I was soon calling out: “MMMMPH!  MMPPH!” 

He thankfully stopped after several minutes. 

I squeezed his cock tip in response, moved my hand around it: "Yes! Yesss, nice,..." he whispered in my ear. The more I played with his cock, the more he was turned on.

He was right, it was hopeless: nobody would hear.  He gagged me very well: stuffing my mouth very well with a large kerchief, and then gagging me with an even larger kerchief: he didn't use any of my gagging materials. I could only bite down on the gag: it wasn't coming out until he let me. Still, I struggled, trying to call out and twisting my head all about, trying to get my gag loose. Everyone was either asleep or simply didn't hear my calls for help. 

Meantime, I was also tightly and truly well bound; he bound me thoroughly. There was little slack and the way my hands were bound insured against me getting them loose. Meantime, my feet were also tied - and when he rested my feet, he wrapped some of the rope between my feet preventing me from working them out as well.

Bound, gagged, and wearing only a jock strap and athletic socks he could do what he wanted to do. 

And his cock was probably one of the biggest I was going to get.

Now, I was struggling harder, but still he calmly he held me in place. The struggle intensified; he simply gradually pushed me forward and down, moving back and forth, leaning into me and pulling me back, moving me all around despite my best efforts - with each new time I was being pushed gradually further down.  It was clear: he intended to pushed me completely forward, my face and body down with my ass up ready for him to penetrate with that monster cock he had waiting for me!  

And he was taking his time. 

As I struggled, I heard him chuckle and murmur “heh; keep trying, college boy!”

My cock was hard and strong in my jock strap; my captor didn’t take it off. I realized he wanted me to wear my jock strap as we fucked; usually I got it with the strap taken off.  I have to confess it was hot this way.  I was truly a prisoner with my cock 'secured' while his was free to do what he wanted. Meanwhile, the more I moved the more my cock rubbed against my jock strap.  Soon, I was dripping so much pre-cum that my strap was getting soaked. It was such a tease: so hard and turned on, my jock strap pushing strongly with my cock trying to get out. The more we moved together the more my jock strap rubbed my cock. It was driving me mad!  I watched us in the mirror across from us; we both watched ourselves struggle, fondle and play with each other: my hands to his cock and his hands to my nipples, my legs kneeling, as I leaned and pushed back on his body with my eyes half closed as he held me in place, occasionally pinching my nipples while I was unable to either stop him or get any help. It was driving me crazy,...!

Closer now, he leaned back further, forcing me backwards as he then licked my ears, tightly still holding me as my nipples were kept on being pinched while my hands hung on to his ever so rock hard cock and the incredible mushroom head! He then slipped his arms from around my body and wrapped them between my arms; he was now able to twist me around slightly, enough to further knock me off balance. I tried saying “no fair!’ but it only came out as "MM-MMPH!”

At one moment, we slowed down and looked at each other in the mirror. For a moment we stared as we watch each other: this stranger I never met before; our cocks so hard; the silence of the early morning hours as the only sounds were us breathing heavily, my moaning, the bed creaking ever so slightly as we wrestled while I struggled - bound and gagged - held tightly in his arms with his hard on working and rubbing on my ass crack and between my legs, poking my balls. The lights were turned down very low, and the outside was silent: no cars or traffic - nothing. 

Then a sudden sharp push and I went down face forward. I tried to rolling over but he moved too quickly for me, his arms wrapped around my bound arms, as he fell on top of me, pushed and kept me down as he laid on top of me with his arms against my body and keeping me in place, rubbing his face in my hair, and then with his cock he poked all around my ass (but not in my ass - not yet, anyhow). He poked but didn’t penetrate my ass, but he poked so that my balls felt his cock pushing against me.  His locked arms kept me from rolling over or moving away as his cock kept pushing and poking about my body.  The room was alive - yet quiet - with the sound of my muffled calls for help, his heavy breathing and grunting as he gradually manuevered me around to the other side of the bed as we struggled. The bed moved about with our wrestling. This went on for some tine, but I lost track of time. Then, pulling me out of a daze, he then sat up from the bed, and stood over me.  It was hopeless: I could not stop him no more than I could stop an ocean wave. He then suddenly grabbed my bound legs and rolled me over facing him as he then pulled me close to the edge of the bed, pulling me up to where my ass was on the edge of the bed, and my legs hung down, touching the floor. 

As he kneeled over me, he pulled down my jock strap just enough to free my cock and balls and started to stoke my cock, as he then bent over and with the other hand cupped my balls while the other rubbed and played with my foreskin.  I stopped struggling to escape as I found myself bouncing in time with his hands on my genitals. He was playing me like an instrument: one moment I was desperate to escape - get away from his oversized cock; the next moment he had where he wanted me, and played me - playing with my cock and balls, making me lose track of my trying to escape, having been taken and now being pleasured by a total stranger whom I had only just met and have been bound and gagged by.  I moaned with pleasure, feeling the hardness somehow get stronger, the skin on my cock stretched so much and the redness so visible, even in the soft light. My balls held by his controlling hand I found my hips moving up and down in response to his hands: the one hand commanding me with his hands on my balls, gently squeezing me while the other stroking me, all the way from the base of my cock to my tip, briefly swirling around my tip and then repeating - not slowly, but not too quick; ever so steady and constant.  I watched fascinated and helplessly, shaking my head back and forth. Utterly helpless - bound and gagged I was under his command, helpless as he laid beside me, watching me intently as I moved in time to his strokes. I soon felt it was getting close to the release; my eyes opened wider gradually,...

He then stopped, placed my jock strap back on, making sure that my cock was back in the now soaked with pre-cum jock strap and slowly stood up to look at me. I shook my head and called out for more, but it wasn't happening. Instead, I closely watched his cock.

His cock was incredible. 

It was longer than 10 aches - perhaps 11 inches - and the head was far bigger than what I imagined. It stood straight up, reaching up announcing its total domination of the room. The head was at least three time wider than the shaft. He slowly turned back to the table by his clothing, pulled out from his pants pocket a rather large rubber. Standing over me he put it as he stared at me intently as I then watched him slowly and deliberately rub lubrication on his cock. I struggled and tried to get untied, calling out: “MMPH!  MPH MMPH! MMMMPH!” (“No too big! No!”) He kept a serious face, saying, “its too late now.  This -“ as he let go of his cock and let me see it ready for action  “- is for you. Now!”

Long and hard, it glistened in the soft light; I could see it move with his heartbeat.  His heart was beating fast; he was truly excited as well. 

I desperately moved about, trying my bindings twisting my hands and pulling against the belt they are bound to while moving my feet and legs all about, moving my head back and forth to try to loosen my gag - but it was no good. I was gonna get what I asked for: an early morning fucking. 

Reaching down, he grabbed my bound ankles, lifted them up and then he untied my ankles just enough and in a way to make them a foot wider, quickly retied my feet bindings. They were now still bound very well, but he made enough room to put his head inside between my legs.  He then slowly moved his head between my ankles and then pushed backwards forcing me forward as he slowly positioned his cock right onto my ass. He then leaned back more and I started to move into him: I couldn't prevent it. My eyes opened and I found myself calling out.  But then he smiled and suddenly leaned down toward me so that my ankles were raised to my head while his face was mere inches away from my face, staring at me with an intensity and clear desire.  And in that moment of momentary stillness, he whispered to me: "let's go!"

I was now tightly bound: my hands tied behind my back to my waist belt; my feet tied together with his head between my legs while my gag was firm: a handkerchief tied around my head while another one was stuffed inside my mouth. I could try to shout, but it wouldn't be heard. 

Now, I couldn’t move away from him, roll over or escape. 

Suddenly I realized as I felt him move his hand: he was guiding his huge cock and head into my ass. 

I jumped at this; I wasn’t ready for this.  He was too big. Tried moving about, but lifting his head slightly, I lost any ability to do anything.  Instead, as he leaned slightly back he then both simultanously pushed in slowly while drawing my body onto his cock.

It was going in, slowly: his head now being forced into my tight ass. 

I cried out as I arched my back in pain and ecstasy, my eyes wide open, totally helpless to stop him:  “MMMMMMMPH!   MMMMPH!” - barely being heard in the room, yet outside my apartment.

He said nothing, but continued entering me, slowly, not caring about my calls for help. I tried head butting him, thinking that I could hit him in the nose, but he merely smiled as he was far enough away. 

His cock continued going in - pushing in slowly.  If not for his rock hard cock and his strong desire for fucking me, I doubt that he could ever fit his huge cock head into me.  I soon slowed down rocking about; I could feel he was getting well into me and I couldn't stop him. He continued pushing in, murmuring to me “it’s getting wider. Just a little more!” I soon stopped; the deeper he got into me, the less I struggled. I surrendered: he got me and he was in me very well. I had reached the point of nonresistance.  My eyes were half closed, my mouth bit down on my gag as I took the penetration.

Soon, he was slowly going out, but he didn’t let his cock leave me; instead, he went in again.  This time, it was a little more easier. I soon laid back, trying to catch my breath as he went in agin, this time faster - and deeper as I suddenly gave a start,  closing my eyes, arcing  my back as I then gave in to another cry of intensity; his cock was now totally inside of me. Now, he was moving regularly, in and out, moving gradually faster.  I rolled my head side to side, trying to take it,...

Then I turned to face him and open my eyes as he stared at me with such an intensity.  His sweat dripping onto me as he pushed into me more and more, going ever faster. I lifted my head to him gently, shook my head as I closed my eyes and give out a cry of,… excitement  He stared at me, moving gradually faster in time and depth. I tried talking to him: "MPH! MPHMPH! MPH! MPH! MMPH!  MPH!" (Take off the gag! Kiss me!).

He understood me. 

Taking his hands off of holding my ankles in place, his head keeping my legs up he then reached behind my head, quickly untied my gag and taking out the handkerchief in my mouth, leaning forward dove into my mouth, his tongue running all about my teeth as I did the same to him; both of us moaning as we kissed passionately!  My legs were straining with the pressure of his pushing forward and kissing me, but I didn't care! And just as quick he then re-stuffed and re-tied my gag, leaning back while holding my legs and commenced to literally pound my ass with a total ruthlessness focusing all of his will to nailing my ass, his thighs slapping me as his cock went in faster and hard, not popping out with no sign of slowing down. For every grunt he gave, I gave (or tried to give out) a shout, his cock soon pounding me with such an intensity my ass burned as I soon was now no longer just shouting every time he penetrated me, but giving long cries as I rolled and shook my head back and forth: “MMMMMMMMMMPH!   MMMMMMMPH!”  

Our eyes wide open, I struggled about, testing my bindings as he concentrated on one thing only his cock driving into my tight ass. I moved about on the bed as best as I could, not to escape but in response to the pounding. He just  kept on pushing in hard, deep and long at a fast rate, pumping me like a machine using his iron hard rod with the giant head. My cock was now hard and my jock strap totally wet with pre-cum, with the rubbing of my cock against my tight jock strap driving me to the level of madness, it nearly distracting me from his constant, regular penetrations his cock pulled into me hard and true, right under the portion of my jock strap while his cock pushed through the elastic of my strap located just on the edge of my ass. 

It seem like hours when it was only minutes, but there was only thing: his pounding me like a machine piston: constant, regular and non-stopping; nothing was said other than his grunting and breathing. I long stopped struggling and just laid there. 

It went on, and on, and on, and on - until he starting to murmur, louder and louder:

"Uh! UH! Yes! Uh! Oh!

“Oh God,…. No,… Uh! Uh! Ummmm,…!”

I then he came, his eyes closed and crying out: “UUUUUUUHHHHHH!  UUHHHHHHHH!  UUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!" ....he gave several more very strong and intense pushes into me, his legs wide open as he kept my legs up in the air, draping his arms tightly around my legs as he threw his head back and gave just several more thrusts, each thrust resulting another load shooting into me. 

Moments later, he stepped back, lowered my legs slowly to the floor.  As he took off his condom, I could see the dripping of a mighty load. 

And then - silence, save for the sound of his catching of his breaths.

I managed to move around, stood up and begun trying my bindings, seeing if I could get loose. Lighting a cigarette, he looked at he as he stood in front of me, fondling my cock and balls, whispering “we’re not done yet.”  He then looked down at my cock,  seeing my wet jock strap, he quietly said as he peeled off my well-moist jock strap from my cock, “nice”, as he reached over, pushed me back down on the bed and fondled my balls. I laid there, feeling him play with my cock as he then stood up, rolled me over and then hogtied me, tying my legs behind my back to my waist belt. 

I was hardly in any position to resist.

And just as quickly he rolled me back over facing up. 

I was now hogtied tightly; my legs tied behind my back forcing my pelvis with my cock pushed up,  my legs wide open, totally exposed.

He then slowly pulled my jock strap down all the way down to my ankles, and then pulled me to the edge of the bed: my hogtied legs wide open because of being hogtied were hanging over the edge while my ass and cock were on the edge - where, kneeling down before he dove hungrily onto my cock. He locked onto my thighs with his strong hands and arms, taking care to not let me fall down while taking it all in.

My back arched again as I looked up into the ceiling, closing my eyes and crying out more:  “MMMMMPH!” His right hand held on to my balls as his mouth went down and up on my shaft, while his other hand pulled out one of my dildos from under the couch / bed and shoved it into my ass. My ass was widened, but regardless I gave out a muffed shout as he worked me like demon. I was totally hogtied, firmly gagged and deeply fucked - and now with the dildo pushing into me, my balls firmly in his hand while his mouth went up and down on my shaft I was about to explode.  I tried holding back as long as I could, but it was hopeless. It was so hot and fulfilling. Totally bound and gagged, hogtied, his hands fondling my balls, his mouth and tongue travelled on my shaft while I was being penetrated at the same time by a fat dildo,…in minutes I was about to cum, when I noted him watching me as he sucked me.  We locked eye contact for a few moments until I could feel it: that heat building up to the moment when deep inside me, I feel like a valve slowly turning that I cannot control or keep it from back the rush of thick fluid; the force moving steadily closer to my cock tip when it cannot hold and keep from releasing the hot flow and I am torn between keeping my cock from letting go, but the force inside me overcomes as I then suddenly find myself trying to shout through my gag as I arched my back, my eyes wide open with the moment to take place - my cock like a oil derrick shooting up and into his mouth as I cried out - desperately against the gag and uncontrollably:

 CUUUUUUUUM!      “MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

NNNNOOOOOOOWWW!   “MMMMMMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!   “MMMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!   “MMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!  “MMMMMMPH!”

AGAIN!  “MMMMMPH!”    ….until I no longer am releasing cum, but instead I find my head and body moving back and forth and all around, unable to control myself as my lover still continues to suck me with cock crazed intensity until I realize my body has released what it held and now I must wait for some time before I can release again. My cock is so sensitize that any touch of his tongue and mouth drives me uncontrollably as I struggle and bounce on the bed, unable to control my calling out and and struggle. I can only watch him as he watches me, playing with my cock and balls with total control and abandon.  

It went on for some time until he finally stopped and I was able to catch my breath. 

I watched him as he got up, went into the kitchen for a moment, and rinsed out. I head him say, "young men with their big cum shot", returning back to me,…

… with his cock growing again, getting ready for me: his cock now pointing straight out, and slowing rising. 

“MMMMMPH!   MMMPH!”  Already!?

He stood there with a smile and a hungry look as he casually and slowly stroked himself. I could only watch helplessly as his cock gradually grew bigger and harder. In a few minutes he finishing stroking and put on another condom and more lube, his hardness returning again.

Soon it was standing straight up again: 12 noon. 

"It's been awhile; got some catching up to do."

Smiling in the semi-darkness, I watched as he prepared again his cock for insertion, covering his rock hardness with a large condom, lubing up slowly and deliberately as he watched me, whispering to me as he rolled me over, still hogtied: “we’re not done yet; now I fuck you from behind really all tied up."  He then re-tied my bindings (just to make sure), checked my gag and my feet bindings, pushed me down on the bed / couch as he maneuvered into me. 

"We're not done yet, college boy."

He laid over me with his huge cock, smiled as he then moved into me, locking me down. Unable to move,  his huge cock and head poked around me, finally finding my ass and launched into me again, making me half roll into a ball as I struggled once again against his cock moving into me,… I was wide this time as he had well-penetrated me; now he was he was just pounding me hard again, pushing into me deep and strong - steady, with no hesitation: like a machine. 

We said nothing: I was too well gagged and bound, and he was just horny!

Still, I felt my hardness coming back again. He whispered into my ear: "fuck...and stroke... and suck you... again! Yes - college boy! You're mine!"

I looked up ahead and watched us in the mirror, our shadows looking back as I bounced to his penetrations, my gag still firm and my bindings tight. His head was just above my head, I watched him as he murmured, "so,... good! Tight! Uh! Ah!,..." I could only moan and move my head about, unable to escape or do anything other than to have it continue.

My cock was nearly hard again. 

He continued, fucking steady and hard with no letup or slow down: the only sounds of him grunting and me moaning, his sweat dripping onto my back. My hands tightly bound to the belt along with my feet; my mouth firmly gagged with no give in the handkerchief around my head, stuffing my mouth and locking in the handkerchief.  I look at the mirror in from of us, the scene intense as I watched him look down at his cock ramming my ass, only occasionally looking up at me watching him. Unable to move or do anything, I can only take it. Soon, though, my moaning quiets down but his breathing gets heavier and heavier until I hear from him a moan grunintg noise that only get stronger and stronger until he starts to sound louder: "Uh! Uh! Uh! UH! UH! UH!" - with every push building up until "UUUHHHH!" as he stops penetrating, throws his head back with his eyes closed and mouth opened high; "UUUUUUUUHHHH!  YES! YES! YES! YES!" - the final few times thrusting in and then, slowly disengaging me, laying down next to me, rolling on his back."

I look over at him as he briefly rested, "damn! You're fucking hot!"

I roll over on my side toward him. He then looks at me, getting up and rolling me back up with my cock facing up.  Leaving me for  moment, he then gets up and returns with a bottle of lube, reaches over to my balls and slowly and deliberately rubs lube all over them and then strokes my cock going slowly up and down, his thumb rubbing on my foreskin, his index fingers running around my inflamed and excite cock tip, stroking me several times just right: not too hard, but not too slow. I am driven mad, shaking my head, moaning uncontrollably. This continues until he moves closer to me, resting his head on his other arm, and continues, only this time he focuses only on stroking my cock, watching it and me, slowly and then steadily - and then suddenly saying to me , "time to milk you" - and proceeds to speed up the stroking, careful not to bang on my balls while doing it: a steady but thorough stroking that drives me crazy:

"MMMM!  MMMM!  MMM!" 

"Yes, keep talking; I'm gonna make you cum really good!'

"MMMMMM!  MMMMM!   MMMMMM!" I am going crazy. I am truly lubed up, tightly hog tied, totally gagged and utterly helpless I cannot stop him or prevent him from controlling my body by way of my cock and balls.  Totally bound and gagged. And now after fucking me, he's casually going about to make me cum - and I have no say in it.

 I look down and watch as his hand does his work: cock so hard, so helpless, nobody can hear, being forced to cum,...! No sign of slowing down: steady and constant rhythm. 

I try moving about but it's totally useless; his other hand is under my head, holding my shoulder while his other hand has control. 

I am totally bound and gagged: I cannot escape nor move away.  I am truly held in this spot, unable to move anything, except my head as I try calling out, but unable to be held. 

"MMM!"  MMM!"  MM!"  MMM!"  MMM!"  I call out every time he strokes - perfect strokes! I watch with fascination as I can now feel the pressure and force coming out of me and into my cock.

The pressure has no other way to get out.

There is one thing I can do: release. Let it out. Let go and get it out of me. 

Any moment now,...

"Mmmm. I can do this all night! I want to make this last; make it last a nice long time. See how much longer you can resist1"

"MMMMM! MMMM!  MMM!"

"Yes? Have anything to say?"

"MMMMMMM!"

Can't get loose. Can 't get heard. Can't move,....pressure building up.

"Heh, heh; no-one can hear. Just me. I enjoy it! Surrender to me - and cum!"
"MMMMM!" I shake my head no - but I know it's inevitable I will cum - hard.

Pressure getting stronger.

"I'm getting hard again - see?"

I look down - and it's true. His cock is growing again. I'm turning him on. 

"So I'm gonna keep going!"

I look over at him and he smiles.

"MMMMM!   MMMM!"

"Heh, heh. Not much you can do - except cum for me!"

His hand is steady, constant - and not stopping.

It's getting closer; I can tell."

"MMMMM!  MMMM!   MMMM!"

"Heh; c'mon college boy: I got you: I'm milking you good! Show me how you shoot!'

The pressure is very strong. Not long ago, I made a call, answered the door barely clothed. Now I'm tightly bound and gagged, with a total stranger's hand now on my cock and balls, stroking me mercilessly, but just in a way that's just right.

I roll my head back and forth, "MMMMMMMM!   MMMMM!"

"Shhh! No one can hear you. But I love it! Keep trying to get out! Cum for me; let it all out!"

Suddenly, it rises; my cock so hard and excited, the full realization that I won't get free until he unties me, and nobody can hear us and then:

"MMMMMMMM!"  (I shoot up, strong and tall; I surprise even myself!)

"MMM!" (Not as tall but still so intense!)

"MMMM!" (Still full and strong! I watch as it oozes all over his hand still stroking me.)

"MMMM!" (Again!)

"MMMMMM!" (Uh! I could even feel the pressure coming out of me from both way down the bottom of my ass and my cock!)

"MMMMMMMMM!" (This last one I closed my eyes, arched my back so high, watched at my load sprayed up and all around, watching as it dripped over my lovers hand: he wouldn't stop stroking and kept on going, an intense look as he closely watched my cock shooting straight up like a oil well of cum. I swear at one point when I first started it shot up about a half a foot, the intensity surprising me!

"mmm!" (I give up; I can't give any more).

He stops stroking, but then with both of his hands, fondles my balls and cock thoroughly, as I move about, my cock so sensitive to his touch, calling out as I furiously turn my head back and forth: "mmmmmm!"

He whispers, "nice!" Getting up, he reached over for a towel laying next to us and proceeded to wipe his hands and then all around my thighs, stomach and balls; whenever he touched my cock I shuddered. 

Several moments of quiet, and then he slowly got up, walked away for a moment and then returned - with a hard on. I opened my eyes widely and closed them, saying my head down again, shaking my head back and forth. "Mmmmmmmm!" (No! Not again!).

"More to ... cum!" He said with a smile, slowly rolling on a rubber, reaching down by the floor and picking up a bottle of lube, slowly rubbed it on his now growing cock, the sound of the lube only matches by our breathing.

Standing over me, I could only look on his huge cock helplessly: "Making you cum turned me on." He then moved closer to me, standing over me, slowly stroking his 11 inch cock with the huge head as he rolled me over, moving his cock around my ass preparing to go in me again.

"Aren't you glad you called me? I am!" - as he slowly pushed into me again,...

"MMMM!"

I glanced at the clock; it was 4:55 am. Daylight was coming soon; but today was a Sunday, and I was going nowhere for the next several hours.