Raped by Rick

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Brought To The Edge

“Uh! Uh! h! YES! Uh! UH! UH! OhGoD YES!!!!,…”

Laying on my back, my legs wide open I helplessly watch my top drive hard into me. I watch his large, brown cock move in and out of my ass, gradually moving faster repeatedly for what seemed like forever, pounding harder and harder until he leaned backwards and threw his head back, shouting as he shot in to me, thrusting into me seven times for seven cum shots, falling forward, stopping himself by landing on his arms immediately adjacent to my chest, his head hanging down, his face close to mine with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. 

I then moved back and forth, trying to loosen my hands tied behind my back, trying to move my arms held tightly in place by the large leather wrap.  I then try to call out through the ball gag tied firmly in my mouth: "MMMPH!   MMPH!  MPPH!" 

"Don't you worry; I'll be back for more.  Now roll over!"

I comply and then lay there as he partially untie my hands and reties them, along with briefly loosening my ball gag, and then re-tying it again just to make sure.

"There, now. Nice and tight for some more."

No good. 

My top gets up and moves as another moves in, watching me intently as he strokes his rock hard cock.  Reaching down, he squeezes my ass, whispering "shhh. Don't you worry: it's coming to you."

Still in the hotel room.  Hours earlier, I came to the hotel, expecting to join in a threesome, only to be ambushed as my partner, already bound and gagged, watched helplessly. We were taken prisoner by three dominant tops - lead by one called "Rick" - where I was quickly gagged with a ball gag, then bound with my hands behind my back to my belt wrapped around my waist; my arms then securely tied with a large leather belt around them. My pants and jock strap were pulled off as I was pushed onto one of the hotel room beds, my feet bound to my hands behind my back: hogtied.  Totally taken by surprise, I could only watch helplessly as both my partner, Mark and I, as our cocks were slowly stroked and our balls fondled and squeezed, keeping us under their total control as we both struggled and squirmed desperately to get untied and call out for help; our cocks and balls totally unprotected. 

My partner, Mark, hogtied in the adjacent hotel room bed, could do no better. We were held prisoner in an isolated room at a highway hotel: no-one could hear us, despite our best efforts, to call out for help. Tightly bound and firmly gagged, we were held prisoner by three dominate tops with large cocks - about 11 1/2 to 12 inches - lead by a former student of Mark - Rick.  

Mark and I are into bondage. Mark had arranged for us - myself, Mark and his "friend" Rick - for a hot session wherein Rick would take turns with us. But Mark was betrayed.  Arriving first, Mark walked into a trap: ambushed by Rick, who brought in two others.  Mark was already bound and gagged, unable to do  anything  while they waited for my arrival. 

Tightly bound, firmly gagged and nude we were totally helpless: Mark and I could only watch each other as our captors raped / fucked us with total impunity for the next several hours.

Bound, gagged, taken prisoner by men we do not know at a isolated hotel off the highway in a room located in the far back away from the other rooms, our captors fondled and squeezed our balls, slowly stroked our cocks, keeping us hard but denying us sweet release. We struggled, try to call out: but it was hopeless. We could only struggle when, as they dropped their underwear and/or jock straps, slowly lube up and get into position, pushing ever so slightly, their cocks into our asses just enough to lock into place. And then, on command by Rick, the leader, they pushed in hard and deeply: we were fucked mercilessly.

We were were fucked while hogtied; fucked with legs forced open wide; we faced our captors as they fuck us or sometimes, we’re rolled over and taken from the rear, legs wide open, or fucked while laying on our bellies, knees to the floor. Minutes ago, my captor bent me over the dresser and fucked me as we both watched each other in the room mirror,  I watched Mark while laying on his back, one captor grabbed his ankles over Marks head as the other penetrated Mark.

Bond and gagged, we couldn’t escape, while our cries were easily covered by our captors sounds of pleasure.  The only sounds were us of vainly trying to call out for help: “MMMPH!  MMPH!”, our captors murmuring their joy: “yes,…yes,  Oh! Yes!” and the sounds of our breathing. I could only image that if somebody walked past our room, they may hear the sounds of passionate sex going on - never knowing it was the sounds of two guys bound and gagged, taken prisoners and raped.

Sometimes, despite what was going on, I couldn't help myself. We originally met to do this very rape fantasy: only now, it was very real. But still we couldn't help ourselves. A couple of times while being fucked, my cock remained hard - and twice, I came, my captor(s) watching as they fucked me while my cock shot off onto my belly and bed, as their cock drove into me with no mercy, reaching deep into me, their penetration driving me mad until my desire let out.  

There are three of them; there are two of us.  We’re tightly bound and gagged: they’re strong, well-built, hot, dominate and horny.

We are submissive and horny. 

Do the math: each captor would come three times ( in time I was mistaken - it was more!) thus, Mark and I took shots, one after another, unable to get untied or call for help. One would rest while the others would continue on, giving us no time to rest or recover. I watched as my captor in this round came into me, making this the fourth time for me. I looked over at Mark, and watched as his top was well into his round, with Mark laying face down - kneeling on the bed with his feet tied together while his captor kneed and kept his cock rocking on and on - hearing the two of them go at it - both of them moaning at his top fucked: Mark saying “MPPH!” MPH! MMPH! MMPPH!” and his top saying, “Fuck! Yes! Uh! Damn! Damn! So Fucking good!” 

Earlier, the leader, Rick, has fucked me, saying as he penetrated deep into me, “I got nothing against you, but damn! You’re fucking hot!” …moving his cock in a circular motion as he got into me, twisting inside me and moving about.  It was as though Rick was dancing while fucking me, his hips swinging around while penetrating me deeply, leaving me to struggle more, helplessly trying to get free - but with no result. 

Reaching down, he then stroked my rock hard cock, whispering to me, “c’mon, let it go, let it go, that’s my boy, Shhh!”,…”

My eyes opened wide, I struggle ever more not so much to escape, but out of sheer excitement, feeling his cock reach my prostrate, his hand moving with a constant, steady rhythm, his cock banging against me again and again, and making me roll my head back and forth, crying out “MMMMMPPH!   MMMMPH!” my hips moving with his cock as we moved about, trapped into the rhythm of intensity, until I could hold back no more, the warmth reaching up from my insides to the tip of my cock as I finally gave in, unable to hold back the pressure and shot out my load, trying to shout but my gag only allowing me to loudly murmur, “MMMMMMMMMM!”   MMMMMMM!” as I lifted myself up only inches from Rick's face, with Rick murmuring “Yes! That’s it, give me more!” my cum washing over his hands still stroking me and not stopping, my back arching up as if to make my cock give up more for him, my eyes rolled back in my head feeling like nothing before  until I fell back on the bed.

But Rick didn’t stop; his turn to cum wasn't up yet. I could only lay there motionless, not bothering to move: totally spent. This, in turn, made him even more excited. He pushed harder and faster, going as deep as he could while I could only lay there, my legs now open as wide as I could, watching until he gave into his pleasure, shouting “YES!  FUCK! DAMN!  YES! YES! YES!”,… as I hear the squeaking of his cock going in and out just before the hardness dissipates, the cum making his cock into my ass squeak as he slowly pulled it out.

Getting up from me, his cock dripping, Rick stares at me with an intense look as he re-tied and re-gagged me: “Don’t worry; I’ll be getting wit’ you later.”

“Mmmmm.”

Our captors were thorough; they constantly checked and retied our bindings, just to make sure we were unable to get loose.  Our gags were also loosened and retied, making sure that we couldn’t get heard. Over and over it went: kneeling before the bed, laying on our backs with our legs wide open, or tied togeher, ankles to our heads; legs open their hands would hold our cocks and/or balls as they fucked us.  At some point, either Mark or I would be hogtied as we helplessly watch the three of them focus on one guy: untying our legs, each one would hold our legs far apart, letting the third to take their time fucking us; in that instance, I came very hard as well, shooting out for all to see.  Bent over the hotel dresser, we’d try calling out, moving or grunting with every thrust into us; our tops murmuring louder and louder as they got closer to their climaxes, moaning or shouting as they shot their loads.  

Soon, Mark’s top started to shut out: “OHH!  UH!  YES!  YES!”,… and in  minutes he stepped back, satisfied.

After a short respite, they would then change and the others would fuck us. Taking their time, they were intending to make this last.

The fantasy that Mark and I shared and often enjoyed was role play: prisoner bondage.  Taken prisoner and then fucked.  But this was beyond that: it was for real.  Ambushed by others we did not know of, we were truly bound and gagged, totally helpless, locked and fucked in a isolated hotel room ruthlessly raped as they would look into our faces, seeing us begging for release - but not getting any.  

We remain generally remained hard and excited, often seeking release of our own tensions - but not getting enough - cuming rarely only when we couldn't take any more.

Bastards. 

Totally helpless, we were bound, gagged and nude; our legs deliberately kept wide apart (often tied to the bed), our hands tied behind our backs, unable to protect our balls and cocks from being manhandled or to keep our asses from being repeatedly penetrated (at least they would give us a rest every so often).

Every so often, during 'rest' periods, our tops would take the time to play with our genitals: puling on our foreskins, making our  cocks stand up; rolling our balls in their hands as if they  were a set of dice. Our balls rolling about as we madly shook our heads, call out hopelessly reminded again and again that we were in no position to  argue: only to  struggle and cry out to a un-listening audience.

We are truly bound and gagged by men we did not know in an anonymous hotel in an isolated room away from the traffic. We were outnumbered and under strength as they were clearly stronger - and very, very horny.

It was no longer a rape fantasy playing out: it was the real thing. We continued enduring hot, involuntary bondage / prisoner sex. We were in no position to say no. 

In between sessions,  Mark and I struggled, called out, trying to get help and escape - but it only excited our captors, making them went to more domination and control. 

It was making us more excited as well.   

We could hardly control our hot desires. 

“Lay down back on the bed, and open your legs wide", ordered one of the tops.  I did so, only to hear him say, "wider, now." Laying down on my back, spreading my legs wide - as wide as I could make them go, waiting for his cock.  Instead, he reached over, picked something from the dresser and proceeded to tie a leather string around my cock and balls - specifically, around the base of  my balls. Pulling on it firmly as he tied a knot, I gave a start.  I then noticed the same was being done to Mark. In moments we were ‘leashed’. I’ve been through this before: your top ‘leashes’ you and you go to a group scene where your top pulls on your leash.  I recall in one instance, my top gave me away to somebody, as I stood there, bound, gagged and helpless, forced to walk away from the partner I came to the party with into a darkened room, no one there wiser of my being taken ...but that’s for another time.

Instead, Rick spoke, saying “take them to the bathroom and tie them up on the towel racks.” 

Mark’s and my ‘controller’ pulled on our leashes, forcing us to move.  In moments, my leash was tied to one towel rack while Mark’s was tied on the other on the opposite side of the bathroom area. They tied us with a taughtness that insured we were nearly standing on our toes. The two of us tried to say something - “MMPH!  MMPH! MMPHN!” but it made no difference.

Then, Ricks minions each stood behind us. One ran his hands over my hips, around to my cock and balls, and then moved his face next to my head.  I heard his heavy breathing  as i  felt him put his rock hard and huge cock in my bound hands, whispering to me, "let's try this out" - and then slowly penetrated me as I stood on my toes, feeling him slowly move into me.  My ass was so open it was easy for him.  I could only murmur "MMMPH!" as he reached over to my chest, rubbing his hands over my nipples and then pinched them hard as he fucked me, as he forced me back, leaning into him.

Looking in the mirror, Mark was also getting fucked good as the two of them pushed in more, gradually faster, and then it was hard and fast. The bathroom alcove reverberated with the sounds of their cocks pushing into our asses; the heavy breathing we all were doing, the grunting they gave as they penetrated us and the moaning we gave in response, "MMMPH!   MMMPH!", totally and tightly bound and gagged, our cocks leashed unable to do anything accept struggle and squirm as our captors fucked us. "Open wider!" my top said as I complied, my leash taught against my cock and balls; his arms wrapped tightly around me, his face right by my head, I could smell his sweat and feel his heavy breathing as he went harder and faster. Faster and harder he went, murmuring "rape you good! Fuck you,... uh! HARD!" Licking my  ears my cock was rigid and hard, pushing against the tile wall, the rubbing of the cool tile not able to cool the heat of my hard cock. "UH! UH! UHHH, FUCK! UH! FUCKING HOT! UH! FUCK..YOU...LONG.. ALL... NIGHT - SHIT! AH! AH!AH! AHHHhhhhh,...!"

In minutes both of our tops were done; I felt some of the cum drip down my legs.  Instead of being untied, we watched as Rick and his gang dressed up: “we’re taking a break and getting some soda and a snack. Stick around. Nobody’s gonna hear you and this way, you won’t get anywhere for escaping - right, Mark?” Rick then gave both Mark and I a hard slap on our exposed asses, after he re-checked our bindings and gags. 

Mark could only stand there, glaring back at Rick.

“I thought so; you still can't escape, Mark! We'll be back to fuck some more. See you soon!” closing the door behind them, we stood there, looking at each other in the mirror,  Tied on the towels racks just outside the bathtub, we briefly tried talking to each other,  but our ball gags wouldn’t let us.  We then tried to step back as we could to reach each other, but it was not an option; both or hands were tied tightly to the belts around our waist. We called out, but being in the far back while being well gagged, it was hopeless.  We tried struggling, twisting our bound hands, pulling on our bound arms,... but then I noticed,…

My pants on the bathroom counter.

I could see my knife in my small front pocket. But how to reach,…?

I found that the leather wasn’t tied too tightly on the towel rack; if I move towards the counter with the pants, I may be able top reach for the knife,….

I slowly moved toward the pants, pulling gently; my leather wrapped around my cock was tight, but I was able to take it.  Just slowly, very small amounts,…

“Mph!” I said, as Mark looked on, trying to talk: “MMPH! MMPH!”

I said nothing, moving in quarter inches increments.

I then noticed that my cock was still especially hard: when the leash was tied around my balls, it kept my blood in my cock - and now it was VERY sensitive. 

I moved on. Getting closer,….

It stopped; caught on the towel rack. I try again,…”MMPH!”

Frustration.  I keep trying, pulling with my leashed cock past the resistance on the towel rack,...

Finally! I get a break and continue, gradually pulling on my cock leash, edging closer to the bathroom counter.

Getting closer,…

My cock is rubbing against the wall as I move over closer to my pants.  My foreskin is lightly touching and rubbing the cool tile wall, with the cracks of the tile both cooling my cock and exciting me as I move on. 

Finally: at the counter! I then try to turn my body toward the pants.  I must be careful not to have the pants fall on the floor! I reach toward them, pulling gently toward me,…. 

It moves too close to the counter edge. I stop. Move my body again, strain the leash around my cock and balls. Some pain; very tight.  My cock is so excited.  I am tempted to simply rub myself against the bathroom wall to get some of that sweet release.  Maybe I could, if I cum, release enough space of the leash wrapped around my cock leash,...!  But I look down and quickly realize this isn't an option. But it was exciting; this moment was hot and turned me on.  Damnit! I realize I'm being betrayed by my cock! Need to focus and not cum now,...!

I look behind me - and I see Mark doing just that. His eyes are closed, he is moving about, swiveling his body in time to something in his mind, his rock hard cock rubbing against the wall ever so much more. 

But I can’t stop: must escape. Must overcome my desire. Must,…keep,… trying!!!!

I move it some more, until just out of reach, the front pocket. Ever so careful, I move it closer to my fingers.

Only an inch away!

Must keep cool.

I then,… got it! I read for the pocket and find the knife!  It’s a pull out, so I carefully take it into my hands and open it up.  Success!

Now begins the hard work.  I call out to Mark's attention: "MMMMPH!   MMPH!"  He then turns and watches as I start to carefully move the knife off around my hands, reaching for the leather bindings, and being the process of cutting myself loose. The leather is harder to cut through, but I keep trying. I find it slowly being cut.  Will I make it on time,….?

I look down: I’m excited; my cock is hard. I find myself rubbing my cock against the wall in time to my slicing into the leather. It keeps my concentration and focus on my cutting. I look into the mirror and see Mark staring at me; he too is rubbing against the bathroom wall,  as if in concert with me.  

We watch each other, look into each others eyes.  

This is so fucking hot,….! If it weren’t serious, this would be awesome.

We are moving in time with each other: me, continuing to cut the leather wrapped tightly around my wrists while Mark and I moan and grunt - “MMMPH!”  “MMPH!”  “MMPH!” … As we rub against the bathroom tile.  So fucking horny! Need sweet release!  I feel the I’m halfway through my binding!  Must continue, uh! Uh! Nearly There!  We continue moving about, rubbing our cocks, watching each other in the mirror, our reflections turning us on. I still continue with the knife, cutting in time to our moving together as we rub our cocks. I can feel the cum slowly getting closer to my cock tip,…!

Suddenly the hotel room door opens: “What the fuck,..!”

The time flew by faster than I realized.

In moments they are on us. One takes the knife from my hand and then grabs my balls and squeezes them, saying to me “Nice try; but you’re not going anywhere!” The other saying, “Look at them: they were jerking off!” I could see our respective cum trails on the walls. 

In minutes Mark and I are untied from the towel rack, with our leather leashes kept on.  We are forced to go back to the beds, our captors pulling on our leashes, even as we vainly try to resist. At one point I stop, while my captors, slowly and gradually pulls harder, forcing me to stand close to another captor who looks at me and whispers, "we're not done with you yet". I submit as I look down at my rock hard cock, struggling to loosen my bindings as I call out. Suddenly we’re both forced back to stand in front of the beds to face Rick, our captors holding us in place.

“Well, guess now it’s time. Get those kerchiefs I told you to bring.” Suddenly, Mark and I find large kerchiefs wrapped and knotted around our necks and then pulled more tightly.  We both gasped as for a moment as we can’t breath. 

We stand together, Mark next to me.

"Turn around and open your legs wide - as wide as you can." Mark and I are standing in front of Rick's minions, who proceed to slowly wrap our cock leashes around one of their hands as they force us to stand in front of them, totally bound and gagged; our legs wide, the leashes pulled so that our cocks are easily and readily held in their hands, keeping us in place, as we are forced to stand there, with our legs wide open, bound and gagged, with Rick keeping us with kerchiefs wrapped around our necks. 

Mark and I try to move about, but are truly kept in place; totally bound and gagged, helpless as our legs are kept wide open, leaving us barely able to stand as we our legs are really spread apart. Tightly bond and firmly gagged, we try to call out, but again, little can be heard. 

This is it. 

“So now it’s getting close to the end.” Rick then pulls on the kerchiefs, bending us back, pushing our pelvis' and cocks out, making us gasp. At that moment, the two other tops, kneel down - one in front of each of us - and grab our cocks still hard from rubbing against the  bathroom wall) and play with our balls and cocks, slowly rubbing lube on our cocks, spreading over our hard cocks and balls, going up and down our shafts, rubbing it slowly into our foreskins and then playing with our ultra-sensitive tips, and then repeating,....

We’re rock hard - and sensitive.

Mark and I continue to call out: "MMMPH!  MMMPH!  MMMMMMPH!" ...and this takes place.

Rick speaks as he minions continue to stroke and fondle our cock and balls: “Here’s the deal: I don’t know what to do with you right now. Can’t really leave you here; might file on us.  So, we're gonna play the Cum Game. My boys are going to see which one can cum first.”

With that, our cocks are being rubbed more; I find myself hard - and excited, as does Mark as we look at each other for a moment. . 

“Here’s the catch: whoever cums first - loses.”

Rick pulls on our kerchiefs harder, making us both choke for a moment:  “this is the losers award. You follow?”

The message was clear: we cum, we get choked.

Denial of oxygen will make us truly cum very hard - but Rick didn't want us around to talk. 

We cum - we could die.

Mark and I then call out while trying to get untied more than ever before. Meanwhile, I watch as my top then proceeds to stroke, as does Marks top.  We both look up and then see ourselves in the room mirror: tightly gagged and  bound, our legs open wide and our cocks being stroked, our balls cupped in our captors hands while Rick holds the kerchiefs wrapped tightly around our necks.

Rick continues as we struggle and call out: “So Mark: I don’t see you able to get out of this one.  I gotta admit you and your boyfriend are hot.  But now it’s not looking good for either of you!”

Mark’s keeper of his cock stops for a moment, saying “reminds me of Batman and Robin, only this time, they get fucked, stroked, force to cum and then they’re gone!”

Rick smiles, saying, ”I like that!” Leaning in between us, Rick whispers to us, “what do you think? Think the good guys can escape?”

Mark and I could only call out: "MMMMMPH! MMMPH!" 

Now, we find ourselves moving about, held in place by our throats and our cocks, being stroked while bound and gagged.  I fond myself thinking back on the old batman episodes; I could hear the theme music playing as our heroes - bound, gagged and fucked - are facing their final doom, being jerked off while held captive, expecting to be choked as they cum: the Joker's minions having Batman and Robin tightly bound and gagged, nude from the waist down, their genitals in the hands of their enemies while the Joker smiles and pulls them back  with the kerchief wrapped around their necks, making it last long but working up to the moment when Batman and Robin shoot their load, only to be choked.  Batman and Robin struggle helplessly as the music gets more dramatic. "Will our heroes make it?  Can they hold out and give in? Or will they yield to their desires and be forced to release as they are 'released'?' Tune in next time,..."

All this time, we were fucked so throughly, but rarely permitted to cum. But now, at the very time we cannot afford to shoot, it was going to be nearly impossible not to release all the tension we felt within us.

We were in real trouble. 

The bindings were tight and no letting go.  My hands and arms firmly in place, while my gag tight. But we were so caught up in the fantasy that it was also extremely hot.  We were horny and wanted release. But not like this. At the same time, though, we were so excited. Our cocks couldn't relax: they wanted release. But the moment they did, we were goners.

It was vicious: Rick wanted no-one to know of our being raped by him. 

No witnesses.

And our cocks wanted release. 

I could only down at my incredibly hard cock, knowing the it wouldn't go down until and unless I let go.  I cried out in frustration: "MMMMMPH!" 

Rick then says, “milk them good: let’s give them a good  release. The least we could give them."

Both Mark and I called out as loudly as we could: "MMMMPHH!"  "MMMMPPH!"  "MMMMMMMMPH!"  "MMPH! MMMPH!  MMMPH! MMPH!"

I found myself unable to control my feelings, my desire. It was probably the ultimate: stroked and milked into eternity. My heart was beating so hard and fast it could explode. 

My cock is so hard, wanting to give it my last, best shot - but no! Must,... not,...let,...go!

We struggle more, call out as loud as we can - "MMMMMMMMPPPHH!!!"  - as if in unison,  but it wasn’t enough. Mark tried to look behind him, as if to see his bindings, while I merely stood there, occasionally calling out, my head leaning more on my shoulder as I looked down at my captor jerking my cock, with a moderate speed, gradually going faster, looking back at me as I shook my head, trying to say "no!" -  but it didn't matter. The lube was doing the trick, making his hands ever more deft and able to move and roam about my shaft and balls at will. He continued with his constantly steady motion, along my entire rock hard shaft, careful not to hit my balls - which were also held gently in his other hands, fondling them as he worked to gain my total satisfaction. His constant and regular speed was driving  me insane: I could not ignore it - it completely dominated me. I cold feel and hear my heart beat strong and hard - and it was starting to go faster.  Time was running out. I move my hips about, some times pushing them forward (even to the point of standing on my toes, standing like that for several seconds as I would lean back ever so much as Rick would pull on the kerchief, making my cock push out as far as I could without falling backwards) - as  if to make it easier for him to stroke me, but in fact was a motion that was totally unconscious as it was so hot and I was so horny! 

I could only look down as my captor continued his hot motions, listening to him whisper and murmur, "c'mon; you wanna give it up. Give it to me,...!"

I glanced over at Mark next to me, who moved about in total thrall, his eyes half closed, his calls for help now stopped. Looking at each other for a moment in the mirror, we could only move about helplessly, the feeling getting stronger, our cocks absolutely hard as our bodies are under total control. Ironically, the more we looked at each other, the more turned on we got: we wanted this - and now we we're getting it. 

 I couldn't help myself: bound and gagged as I was, it all turned me on.  

I was being betrayed by my own desires. My cock no longer obeyed me.  

Rick saw me in the mirror, saying: ”you’re not getting out of this, are you?  Well, I guess you gave it your best shot.”

I watched Mark, as he turned to me, his eyes were suddenly opened wide: he was feeling it too - he was also on the edge, but it was only a matter of time before we’d let go.

I was getting closer, too.

If only there was a way,….

“MMPPHHH!!!!  MPPH!!!”  MMPHHH!  MPPHH!” I called out, over and over, as if trying to defy the situation, while Rick chuckled and his minions worked our cock and balls over to the point where they were numb: so much pre-cum flowing,…! Now, the feeling was coming back.. It’s only minutes before we shoot off and Rick chokes us. 

Tightly bound, firmly gagged: the rope had no give and the gag was not letting me go.  We stood with our legs wide open, our necks highly wrapped with a large kerchief, ready to tighten the moment we let loose.  Forced to lean back, we were barely able to keep our balance as our cocks and pelvis are pushed forward, well into the hands of our captors who kept a regular, steady rhythm - not hard, not fast, but just right - we us unable to do anything, except focus on our cocks seeking release. 

It's when you reach that moment when you really there is no escape that you find yourself focusing solely on your desires that it lets go. 

I was nearly there. 

What a way to go: come and go. If would be funny if it wasn't serious. 

Rick said casually, “being that this is your last go-around, you guys are going to cum like you never did before - in your life!” He then chuckled. We moved more and more with an involuntary intensity that we could not control; our hips and legs took on a life of their own. Our cocks so rock hard I swear mine was more than an inch longer it normally could be.  I watched Mark watching me, also moving in a strong intensity: we are getting ready to let go,…

I taught back to those Batman sows: the moments when Batman and Robin are facing their certain doom, as the music plays drastically.

Here, the only sound was our struggling, the breathing and the hotel air conditioner turned up on full to mask any other noise. Must not,...cum,... 

“Hey Boss,” called out Mark’s top: “why waste them?  We could make money?”

Rick pulled on our kerchiefs, briefly chocking us again. 

He continued: “why not give them to someone else?”

“Give?”

“Sell them? Maybe we can make some home movies with them.”

It was maddening. Our lives were being played with as were we. It seemed as they they talked slowly, delaying it, making it ever harder to prevent us from releasing - and facing our doom. 

I looked down on my hard cock, ever now so sensitive as my captor looked back at me with no emotion as he continued his stroking; I then threw my head back and up, calling out as loud as I can: "MMMMMMMMMMPHHH!" 

“”Hmmmm.”  Rick pondered as Mark and I danced ever more with greater intensity; our cocks made us move with little control on our part. Rick as having a harder time to keep us in place, but with our legs wide open, we really weren't going anywhere except moving our waists about.  Every stroke now was maddening. We wanted to both escape and let go with equal desire.  But the launch was getting close,…!

Rick said nothing; our tops continued their merciless motions. Mark and I tried calling out, begging to continue the discussion.

“Well,…” Rick said, playing with us.

I was getting very close: I had only a minute or two before I launch out what was left of me! Must,... not,...!

“You know, this could work,….but,…we'd have to make sure it's done right. We gotta keep the film for  ourselves."

Uh! No! It’s nearly ,… here! I shook my head back and forth, as if to try to convince myself not to let go! This discussion was turning me on! 

“But what, boss? What about putting it on the internet? Nobody would know where it really came from if we did it right."

Bound and gagged and being filmed,....fucking hot! Oh shit! No! I’m just about there,..!!!! 

“Well,…. hmmm,…” In the mirror I watched Rick slowly smile at me, then pulling me close to his ear he whispered: “I like you. Lets see what you could do. Cum for me like you did earlier. Let it all out."

Bastard!  

He knew! He knew how close I was!

"C'mon: you can do this! Le it out!" He pushed me over the edge! UH!  No!  I call out in utter, total desperation, trying to stop,  delay, ANYTHING: willing my cock not to open the gates at my tip,....NOOOO!!!    

Bound, gagged, held in place, my cock and balls in their hands, no one can hear, Mark also in the same situation. 

“UUUHHHPPM!!!!  MMMMPHH!!!”… trying to shout out “NOOO!”

It was moving up, now: no denying it,...it finally happened, my total,…

CUMSHOT!!!

…And just then I watched as my cock pumped out a huge load at the very same moment, a long, stringy line of  cum shot out of me when Rick pulls tightly on my kerchief wrapped around my neck, stopping me from breathing, stopping me from saying anything as my head is forced back until I could barely see my cock shooting straight out of me all that I could possibly give at that moment on that first, long shot - what is most likely my very last moment, last time when I can shoot! - over, and over, and over, and over, until I can’t count as my heart is beating so hard, my head explodes and my voice stops, unable to  call out: my legs spread wide as I can giving it all that I could give as everyone stops what they’re doing  (except my captor who continued on with his every so constant stroking) and watch me spray onto the floor in front of us, while my captor tightly held my cock and balls in one hand, directed my fire forward, as my sweet squirts continue, my head spinning and then as I reach toward the end, the squirt don’t reach as far, even still I give  what little I have left as Rick then releases the kerchief around my neck, allowing me to fall on the bed  on my side as my ball gag is taken and I breath in deeply, exhausted, spent and utterly, completely drained. I am weakened, and even though with the gag off I can say little, save to watch as Mark goes through his end game, and he too is on the bed,  on his side facing me.

For a few precious  moments, we catch our breaths and then, with Rick standing  over us triumphantly, smiling: “I think we could have some more fun, don’t you think?”

Rick looked at me, and then moved in, pulling my  leg up and forcing them close to my head as I saw his hard cock again: “like I was saying: I like you. That’s what's fucking hot having you just like that: all helpless and all, shooting off that big load - now I get to have you a little longer -“ as he pushed into me, making me arch my back again as I helplessly moaned: “and there’s more for you to have!” Meanwhile, I briefly glanced over as the other two had Mark: one held his legs up close to his head while the other moved in and fucked him hard.

I was a rag; I couldn't move, save to lay there and let Rick have his way - again.  Just as he was fucking, he then said aloud: "give that guy Jerry a call.  Tell him we have some possibilities here for him to check out!" Looking at me he murmured as he  continued penetrating: "looks like,...you're going,... into movies,....YES!"