Raped by Rick

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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The plan was to meet at a hotel located along highway 246, by the shopping mall - a daytime meet. Mark had arranged a meet with someone he recently met and had gotten some time in. Marc described him as an ‘aggressive top' who got some time in learning the ropes from Mark and would love to be part of a threesome between him, Mark and myself.

The plan was to meet at the hotel, have Mark and I held in bondage, and his aggressive top friend - Rick - have his way with us. A relatively quick session of a couple of hours.

The time was set for 1 pm.

Mark and I have known each other for some time, often getting together for one on ones. In time, we developed a taste for pleasure with others. This event promised to be hot as Mark said, “he’s well built, about 6 foot and likes to fuck white guys, especially when they’re tied up.’ He also described him as having ‘a really nice large cock - about 10 inches - and knows how to use it.’ The idea was for his friend, Rick, to bind us and fuck us, with Mark then getting untied and the two of them having their way with me.

Bound and gagged, held prisoner and fucked by a dominant top as we both watched each other get it good. This promised to be a nice hot time.

On the way over, I had taken a Viagra: I could feel it take effect. Going in I was already excited; now it was going to stay that way for awhile.

It was while driving to the hotel that I got a text message from Mark:

"- Go to the hotel and park in the far back; got the last room. Hurry up. We’re waiting for you. -"

My cock was now very hard; Mark was clearly horny and so was I.

Pulling into the parking lot, I pulled in the back. The last room was somewhat isolated, with the nearest room a little further toward the front.

It was perfect: total privacy.

I was ready, nice and horny. I was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt with track shoes and white socks along with a nice tight, minimal jock strap under my pants. My hard on was much more intense as my rock hard cock rubbed against the tight jock strap. The more I moved, the more it rubbed, bringing an intense pleasure as I moved about, making a nice sized bulge in my pants and exciting me more.

I was looking forward to this. It was always a hot time with Mark. We both enjoyed bondage: the real thing - not just some pretend situation. We‘d done much of it: duct tape, clothesline, handcuffs,… And Mark was known for his abilities of escape: at one bondage gathering, we all watched as he and several others were lined up, all bound the same way with leather straps. The contest began and the trick was to get free first, with awards for the first, second, and third place. Mark got first place - as usual - receiving a hot public blow job for his skill.

Walking up the outside stairs to the second level I then walked back to the last hotel room, located far from the highway where the hotel front was. It was very isolated and quiet. I could hardly wait: it was hot being bound and gagged and taken by somebody who enjoys being in charge; my cock was truly hard and rubbing against my jock strap; I could already feel some pre-cum dripping through.

On the doorknob was a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign. 

Perfect; no disturbance from the cleaning lady. 

I knocked on the door and heard a voice “Come in.” As I walked in to the barely lit room I briefly saw Mark already bound and gagged on the bed, hog tied and struggling while trying to call out as he looked at me. He was laid out on the bed, his hands and legs tied behind his back, along with his arms wrapped with a large strap around his upper torso. I saw how his mouth was stuffed with a large ball gag.  Something didn’t look right. He was furiously trying to call out, shaking his head and struggling, but I then noticed another man directly in front of him, kneeling over him, his hands holding onto Mark's cock. 

As I stepped in to look closer I started to say ’Hi! What’s -“ when suddenly I saw shadows come about from the darkened room with the shades drawn. It was dark with the curtains totally drawn shut, leaving no light coming in. The only light was a small lamp lit on the drawer toward the back, while the TV was on, playing the weather report when somebody stood closely in front of me, and then somebody behind me gagged my mouth with a ball gag taking me off balance. The door slammed shut behind, and moments after the ball gag was stuffed in my mouth a pair of strong hands grabbed my wrists and wrapped a restraint around them very quickly. In a few seconds I felt a latch buckle locked in place and my wrists held in place as he then ran another strap around my wrists. At that moment, the one in front of me quickly unlocked my belt buckle, pull down my jogging shorts and jock strap to my ankles, leaving me nude from the waist down while keeping me in place and limiting me from moving. He then pulled out and wrapped my belt around my waist while the one behind me then tied my wrists to my belt; I felt the binding being tightened and locked in place while the one in front of me then pulled out another larger and thicker leather restraint from the nearby hotel bed, wrapping it round my upper torso, securing my arms. 

I was now gagged. My hands were tied tightly behind my back to my belt wrapped around my waist; my upper arms well-secured with a large leather restraint (it looked like some sort of weight lifting belt) while my mouth was tightly gagged with a ball gag well stuffed into my mouth. 

In less than a minute, I was tightly bound and firmly gagged, while nude from the waist down. 

The men behind me then said in a curt voice: “lets go!” and pushed me toward the nearest hotel room bed. Falling forward they both then ripped off my shoes, pants and jock strap from around my feet and then quickly tied my feet together. Facing down on the bed they then lifted my legs up to my waist, hog tying and making sure my feet were well tied to the belt. Rolling me over with me facing up, one of them reached down, cupped and fondled my balls and started to slowly stroke my hard cock. I looked over at Mark, trying to say ‘What’s going on!?’ but I couldn't talk though the ball gag in my mouth. Mark watched me helplessly as I saw the same thing was being done to him as well: hogtied, facing up and having his cock being stroked while his balls were being fondled.

I tried calling out - "MMMPH!   MMMPPH!!! MMPH!" - but my captor merely smiled, saying, "Check this out; he's already rock hard! Heh! Got you right where I want you, nice and tied up and gagged real good. Got your cock and balls - and no one's gonna hear you,” squeezing my balls, as I helplessly watched. 

He then stopped for a moment, reaching over on the side of the bed and brought up a cock ring: "hold still, now!" as he then reached down, grabbed onto my cock and balls and then wrapped the cock ring around the base of my balls, securely tightly.

"There! Now you're not gonna get soft anytime soon!" He then stroked my cock to emphasize his point: "keep you nice and hard while I fuck you! I'm not gonna let you go anytime soon; keep you nice and tied up and hard while I fuck you and get a nice edging going on with you!" - saying with a serious look.

"MMMPH!" I shook and lifted my head as I tried calling out. He merely smiled, whispering, "mmmm-yeah! Gonna fuck you real good and long! You can't stop me! Got you under control!" He then returned to stroke my cock - which by now was really hard, but now wasn't going to have much chance of getting soft. The Viagra wasn't giving up: I'm hard for the duration.

I realized then that I was so helpless, I even lost control of my cock. I found myself struggling - in vain - trying to see if I could slip out of my bindings, all the while unable to stop his foundling my balls and then occasionally stroking my cock - but just not enough to give me any release.

Relentlessly edged - with no immediate chance of release!

I only got harder. This was hot.

It was also a desperate situation to be in.  A casual Saturday early afternoon. Meeting for some hot casual fun, only to be betrayed and ambushed by a group. Tightly bound and hogtied; firmly gagged, nude from the waist down: a firm cock ring on my cock and balls with my legs forced wide open to a set of strangers' hands stroking my cock and fondling my balls, reminding me who's charge, while showing their huge hards on.  Unable to call out (my gag so tight and firm I can barely be heard a foot or two away) held captive my a man kneeling between my legs and reminding me he's in charge while laying with my lover equality bound, gagged and nude in a room filled with hot, built naked men carrying extra large hard-on cocks while my partner/lover is also bound and gagged similarly next to me in the next bed likewise helpless and held prisoner. My captor murmurs, "mmmm; yes!"

No-one was speaking. The only sound was that of Mark and I moaning and grunting as we struggled, trying to get untied coupled with the heavily breathing of our captors, keeping us in place while fondling our balls and stroking our cocks, teasing us to no end.

I have to confess: it was hot. It was something we both - Mark and I - wanted to try: bound and gagged - taken prisoner - teased and fucked.

And now it's very real: we were about to get fucked together.

I moved about, struggling with my bindings and gag, moaning / calling out with Mark, as he tried responding as well.

But something was wrong. There was only supposed to be three of us: there were now five. I looked over to see Mark look back at me, with fear in his eyes I then looked up and looked around at the three guys - all tall, well-built, muscular, their cocks hard and upright. I also noted the third, watching and smiling, standing with his arms crossed, clearly pleased with himself, standing proudly with an enormous cock at full ready.

You could see they too all had cock rings. 

We were all hard.

But we the ones bound and gagged; and they were in control - with our cocks and balls in their hands.

I struggled and tried calling out: "MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMPH!"

"You're not going anywhere except here with my cock inside of you! You like?"

"mmmmm." He was right; it was very hot. And I was so hard,...

“Glad you could make it. Mark here says you liked getting fucked also.” I suspected that this was the one Mark spoke of:  Rick, as he said casually while holding up Mark’s phone.

I knew then that it wasn’t Mark was texted me.

As I struggled with my bindings and grunted with the effort of trying to escape, I thought it through.  

Both Mark and Rick arrived at the hotel room and to prepare for my arrival, Rick must've convinced Mark to get ready, binding and gagging Mark. Mark then could only watch helplessly as Rick let in his friends to join in, leaving Mark unable to warn me ahead of time. Then it was only a matter of luring me in, ambushing me, binding and gagging me, leaving me nude from the waist down: taken prisoner. 

Another hole to fuck.

It was a well planned trap: hogtied and gagged, nobody could hear us cry out for help while we laid on the beds; being hogtied our legs were wide open and our cocks and balls literally in the hands of strangers who had one thing in mind: to fuck us hard and long.

It was a fantasy Mark and I held: a rape scene with some strangers: the two of us ambushed and really bound and gagged by two or more guys - and then fucked steadily for several hours. Mark often said "we gotta have us both rope tied and gagged!" More recently, I said that "I liked aggressive black men; being fucked while bound and gagged would be a hot scene - especially in an anonymous hotel room." This was the plan: having the two of us taken by one - Rick.

But Rick had other plans - and ours went out the door leaving us totally under their control.

Now our fantasy was real: only now two of us were now nude, bound, gagged and about to get mercilessly fucked by not just one, but three clearly aggressive, dominant black men - whether we want to or not.

I found myself struggling with my bindings and gag. I saw from the corner of my eyes that Mark was doing the same: bound and gagged, our rock hard cocks stroked slowly as our balls fondled and occasionally ever so lightly squeezed, our desires and hardness distracting us while under the close watch of three guys - all built solid, saying nothing but totally focused on us clearly interested as they stared at us, running their hands over our balls and cocks, watching us struggling and move about: they clearly were in total control and were loading up, as it were. And from what we could see, they were fully loaded themselves, ready to go and explode - inside us.

Just then the leader - Rick - stopped and stood between the two of us. Holding up the phone, Rick preceded to read aloud the very messages I just thought of.

I then noticed the camera in the corner of the room.  We are being filmed.  Rick noticed my seeing the camera: "This is too good to not record!"

We struggled on, even though it was practically hopeless. 

It was real; it was out of control. We had no say in any of this.

And it was being recorded.

Rick moved about slowly, stopping and then slowly turning to face each of us, slowly showing off his large, long and thick rock hard cock as it stood out straight up for us to see. Rick then stopped between the beds where we laid hopelessly bound and gagged, looking at us with his eyes half closed: his hotness radiating off as he murmured quietly, "I can't wait to cum inside the two of you!" 

The pre-cum all around was thick and dripping. 

Mark and I watched each other as we struggled, called out to each hopelessly, trying to get untied, moving our heads back and forth in frustration as the bindings offered no give - while our captors left us in place, foundling and squeezing our balls and cocks, moving about our pelvis, rubbing our inner thighs, grabbing and pinching our asses. Every time they did, we'd involuntarily call out: "MMPH!"  

God,... these bindings are 

Just! 

Too! 

GOOD! 

Can't get any slack,...!

The frustrating part was that being hogtied, we could not close our legs, even as we find ourselves involuntarily trying to close our legs to protect our cock and balls from the hands of total strangers totally dominating us.  It was a toss-up of fear with loss of control - and hot desire: turning us on with their hands moving about our most exposed part of our genitals at will and with no warning and no control: squeezing our balls, stroking our cock, rubbing our foreskins and then one hand holding the cock and balls, while the other lightly rubs their thumbs about our penis tips as we struggled helplessly, so gagged that we can barely be heard. 

It was really hot as we couldn't help but watch the two of us watch each other, seeing ourselves bound and gagged, in a hot situation. 

Close to the edge, but still not enough to release on our own. 

So fucking hot,....!

Want to,...cum!

Meanwhile, we could see their hard ons standing tall and straight up;  their cock tips moist and wet  while Mark's and my cock were also standing long and proud. Unlike our captors, however, our cocks and balls were totally exposed; I could feel the slow drip of pre-cum moving about my cock, getting rubbed  all around by my top who was using my pre-cum  to stroke my cock,  making sure I was nice and moist with the stroking ever more intense, and my cock responding by giving up more pre-cum. 

We were slowly being milked against our will.

And we'll also about to be fucked against our will.

By keeping their hands on our cock and balls, they reminded us who was in total control. Their grips weren't hard, but constant: firm and squeezing ever so slightly every so often, making us call out for help that was not forthcoming. Their hands moved about, switching hands to stroke our cocks; squeezing our balls, running around our thighs and every so often, over our asses, letting us know that we were in no position to argue. They moved their hands over our hard cocks, edging us so well - and then stopping, waiting a few minutes, and then continuing. 

Uh! So,...excited!

We all were hard, our cocks dripping.

For some time - long minutes - the only sounds were of Mark and I trying to get untied, calling out as best as we could (but merely only murmurs as our gags kept us quiet) grunting as we struggled, and the heavy breathing of our captors as they watched us and stroked our cocks, their hands running all around our asses. The only sounds could be when occasionally, you could hear us try to give out a call, sounding like ”MMPH!” “MMPH!”, but it was hard to be heard over the sound of the room air conditioner working to lower the heat we all felt. The TV was now turned down low; the only songs of our grunting, moaning and our captors whispering what they were going to do to us very soon: fuck us with no mercy. 

Nobody - not even those walking past the room outside - would be able to hear us unless they stood very quietly and placed their ear against the window.  But the windows were smaller and slightly elevated: it would be hard for somebody to reach the window with their ear, let alone suspect that anything was going on. And besides, we were at the very end: there was no reason for anyone to be walking down here anyhow. 

And we were being filmed through all this.

Mark said he liked this hotel and this room specifically for that reason: excellent privacy.

A perfect place for a rape scene. Only it wasn't going according to Mark's plan.

Outside, you could hear some distant sounds of cars doors occasionally being closed, distant car horns and maybe some very faint conversations. But given how isolated the room was, it  was a place not going to let out it's secret. No one outside of the room had any notion of our being in dire straits:  two guys taken prisoner by three bigger and stronger guys, stripped, bound/hog tied and gagged with our asses, cocks and balls totally unprotected, held prisoner by clearly aggressive tops who were rock hard and ready for action - ready to thoroughly fuck us. Nobody outside this room had any idea what was going, despite our continuous struggling and calling out for help. I realized as even though we kept on trying out bindings and gags the hotel manager would have little idea nor really care: we paid our money and the manager was probably already aware of the action going on at his hotel. The last thing he would do is interrupt any activity, thus, we were left to our room - in this instance, tightly bound, firmly gagged and nude helpless sexual prisoners of hungry, aggressive tops with tremendously hard cocks.

The minutes ticked to our getting forced dick.

This is not quite what we planned for. 

Rick continued talking as we struggled and tried calling out: "change of plans. I brought some friends over who wanted to join in. This was too good not to share. Weren’t expecting that, were you, Mark?”

Mark merely shook his head and tried calling out: "MMMMPH!" as he struggled ever more, trying to get untied. My captor cupped my balls in his hands, continuing to stroke me as I kept trying, pulling on my bindings, grunting as I struggled and calling out every so often, "MMMMPH!" The sounds of the bed creaked as we moved about: Mark and I turned to watch each other, desperate to talk but totally unable to,.... 

Looking at me, the leader said “I’m Rick, by the way. And I got you where I want you - both of you. And yes; you're on camera so you're gonna make a good film for me - and others - to watch afterwards." Just then, one of the two others guys murmured while stroking and fondling my balls and cock: "tied up and gagged real good - and nothing they can do!" The other murmured while controlling Mark,  "sweet ass.  All mine!"  

They got us by the balls: we are totally taken and held not just by physical means, but by a growing hotness growing within all of us. Mark and I couldn't deny that we were hot and were clearly in a dangerous position. But thinking about that only made me struggle more - and in turn, turning on my captors as well as myself. 

I knew then that we were not about to get what we came for, what we wanted: we were going to get a lot more. 

I found myself trying to call out even louder: "MMMPH!  MMPH!" Mark was doing the same, but the stroking and the dripping continued. Several times our captors chuckled, smiled at our efforts.  We still struggled: Mark moving about, pulling at his bindings while I thrashed about, twisting back and forth, pulling and stretching at the leather bindings tied to my hands and to the leather belt wrapped about my waist as well as the wide leather belt wrapped forming around my upper arms. My feet were also tied together and tied behind my back to the belt. Our legs were forced apart while our hips were raised and in easy reach of our  captors as they continued to play and fondle our balls and occasionally stroke our now rock hard cocks, mercilessly kept hard by the cock ring we both wore - and but in the great sense it was turning us on!

All this - and yet the stroking would stop, wait a minute and then start all over again, ...and again,... and again,... 

The edging was utter and total.

I drove me crazy.

I was crying out more for release, and not just escape.

Just want to,...cum!

There was little sound (save for the room air conditioner) and the sounds of our moving about on the beds and our futile efforts of calling out (we only make, at best, murmuring sounds as our gags kept us truly quiet - that and the few times our captors spoke to us - as mine did:

"I'm gonna cum in you real good - and there ain't nothing you can do," he said as he kneels between my legs, his knees on by inner thighs, keeping my legs wide open, not able to close them from him, watching me closely as he stroked what I figured was at least a wide, 11" long cock: all for me.

"This is going in you!"

"MMMM!  MMMMPH!" MMMMPH!"

Reaching down, he grabbed my balls, rolling them in his hands as he stroked my cock more.

"That's it; shhhh! don't matter; nobody can hear you anyway!"

Still, I tried to get my bindings loosed and my gag off: I was tied too damned well!

I looked over toward Mark as the same was being done to him.

I realized then that we were in an inescapable position, held prisoner by aggressive men who clearly wanted us - and nobody was coming to save us. Nobody could hear us. Our phones were put away and the room location being n the back of the hotel ensured privacy.

We still  focused on trying to get free, though, and we both hopelessly kept calling out for help. Mark and I continued our struggles: our wrists were tightly bound, tied behind our backs to our waist belts so we had no way of bringing them over our heads or around our feet. My upper torso binding was tight and firm, while my feet were well tied together behind my back to the belt around my waist. The black leather straps used on us had no give and what with the buckle locks in place, we had no way of being able to release the straps. 

Still, Mark and I tried. I twist my hands around, trying to get some slack; I move my arms back and forth, trying to work the belt secured tightly round my torso, but it wasn't moving. My captor calmly said to me, "you're going nowhere; not until I'm done with you." I looked down and saw his rock hard cock with a large mushroom head clearly moist with precum. I called out helplessly again in frustration, fear - and....desire:

"MMMMMMPH!"

The more I struggled, the more real it became - and the more turned on we both were. 

His cock was huge and truly hard.

I looked around: they all had huge cocks.

But it was mutual: my cock was also hard. Bound and gagged together, we both were turned on. It was as much about getting free as it was about getting pleasure / satisfaction. 

And the more I struggled, the more my captor was turned on. It would be only minutes before the fucking begins.

I realized a part of me wanted this. Looking up, I saw it in his eyes also.

He knew I wanted it.

His cock was truly hard and throbbing. 

Mine was also.

Naturally, we - Mark and I - kept calling out, but the ball gags were fixed tightly in our mouths, leaving us no way to get out any sound, other than moaning and “MMPH!” I noted that the ball gag was not your usual one: the ball was a little softer and more flexible, making it easier for the ball to flex and fit in my mouth. Tightly buckled in, I pressed against it with my tongue, but if I tried moving my tongue around, it’d seal my mouth with my jaw open; consequently, when I relaxed, it’d force back into my mouth, sealing my mouth well. But since we were in the far back hotel room there was little or no chance anyone could hear us anyway - what between the hotel air conditioner, the isolation and our ball gags firmly locked in our mouths.

I watched Mark struggle; even he couldn’t get free. His frustration was visible. Mark has escaped from many bondage sessions - but not this time.  I could see him struggle with a desperation that I hadn't seen before. 

We turned each other on: our struggles were not so much to get free, but to enjoy the sensation of truly being bound and gagged, held captive with both our cocks hard and our captors truly engorged, watching us as we struggled with our legs wide open, our mouth totally covered as we twisted and squirmed, only delaying the inevitable.

The one who called himself Rick looked down and smiled: "you've gotten away before, Mark, but not this time; I made sure of that!" Rick then continued: "Look: both of you are gonna get a serious pounding like you never had before; and nobody's gonna hear you!" Looking at me, he continued: "including you. Never seen you before, but you're looking real sweet right now." Reaching down, he pinched my nipples for about  a minute; I opened my eyes wide and called out. "Heh; we'll be making you cry just like that real soon," as he then let go and stepped back. 

Looking at Mark, Rick added: "we're gonna fuck both you and your boyfriend nice and hard and for a long, long time - and there's nothing you can do about it."

Both Mark and I cried out as best as we could:  "MMMPH!  MMMPH! MMMPH!"

I was turned on by the idea that I would both watch and be watched. 

"So tell you what, Mark," Rick said as he lifted up a timer: "you're good at getting loose, so let's do this: I'll give you -" as Rick reached down to the digital timer " - five minutes to get untied.  If you can do that, then you can call the shots.  If not, well,...your sweet asses are ours for a nice, long time. What do you think?"

Mark could only shake his head as if to say no and called out: "MMMMMPH!  MMMPH!  MPPH!"

Rick smiled and nodded, "well, glad you agree! So five minutes it is -" and with that Rick activates the timer: "okay, so let's go: get untied!"  Pointing at me: "you're in this too! Go!"

The timer was activated. 

It also made a very loud ticking sound.

"Let's go: time is ticking. Every tick brings you closer to our dicks getting into you!" Rick said.

Mark stops for a moment, seemingly trying his bindings, as he quietly laid there. Me, I immediately moved about, twisting and rolling desperately on the bed.  Both of our captors stopped playing with our genitals, stood back, watching us, giving us some space. I moved about, calling out - "MMMMPH!"  - for help, pulling, twisting, doing anything I can! But Mark laid there quietly, trying to get untied. Meanwhile I moved my waist all about, rolled about, pulled with my legs on my bindings. The more I moved about the more I left swiping of my pre-cum on the bedsheets and my body.  I even tried stretching up, arching my back just to see if I could get loose, grunting and moaning the whole time.

No luck.

It was a desperate situation.  I watched the timer tick down: 4:34 minutes left.

Calmly, our captors watched us, showing us the full rock-hardness waiting for us as they slowly covered their cocks in thick lube, slowly stroking for us to see.

It would only be mere minutes before they'd get in us.

But even through all of this - bound, gagged, stripped and taken prisoner by strangers - it was erotic and exciting. Mark and I were both turned on: and the more we struggled, the more our captors got into it. Upon entering, in moments, my cock was under the control of a total stranger, holding me down while earlier I watched his rock hard cock out for all to see - huge and hard. I found myself turned on, despite the fact that in minutes we are going to be repeatedly fucked long and hard by total strangers. As I struggled, I saw our captors: they stood there, standing there with their hard-ons,  They were huge - at least 11 inches or more - and thick, either long and straight or curved. As I struggled I watched their cocks gently pulse with their rapid heartbeats, watched the gathering precum on their cock tips but I watched them as they slowly stroked their cocks, rubbing on lube with their looks and total attention locked onto us. The sound of Mark struggling to get untied was just equal to the slurping sound of lube being put on our captors cocks as they prepared to fuck us.

Every cock had a hard-on. Their's were bigger. We are the ones bound and gagged. 

This can't be real; we both wanted a hot fantasy with limits.

But it was very, very real. 

Now the time was ticking for what was next: group rape

God, I've never been this turned on!

3:10

Mark was moving more now; I saw a growing desperation. 

He was not getting free.

Rick got him really bound.

Mark was now calling for help: "MMMMMMPPH!! MMMPH!"

Rick smiled: "you got 2:40 left!"

Soon, Mark and I both were wildly turning our heads back, struggling madly as best as we could, trying to see if that could help us loosen our ball gags, but it didn’t. The fact remained: we were truly bound and firmly gagged by men we did not know in an anonymous hotel in an isolated room away from the traffic. Our legs were wide open We were outnumbered and under strength as our captors were clearly stronger - and very, very horny.

As were we. The excitement was very strong in the hotel room.

It was no longer a fantasy playing out: it was the real thing. We were going to get forced cock whether or not we wanted it. 

We weren't in any way calling the shots.

We were going to get fucked really, really good.

God, I'm so fucking hard. 

The bindings won't give!!!

It didn't matter. 

"1:31 and counting!"

Totally helpless, we were bound, gagged and nude; our legs apart due to being hogtied, our hands tied behind our backs, unable to protect our balls or keep our asses from being penetrated. But we were also rock hard, excited and very horny; would that make it rape?

Either way, we were facing hot, involuntary bondage sex.

We were in no position to say no. 

I knew then that this was rape.

 I wanted a fantasy: I got reality.

We were no longer in any control: a real definition.

I called out desparetely - maybe somebody could hear: "MMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMPH!   MMMMMMMMPH!"

"Nice try," said the captor in front of me. Moving his hands onto his cock and kneeling on the bed very closely to me, kneeling right between my legs he murmured to me as he rubbed his cock just inches over my genitals and stomach: "this is for you - all of it." 

He was big, hard, and dripping.

"Man, it's hot when you call out! It really turns me on!"

Mark's captors did the same exact thing, kneeling before him with a smile: "oh baby" he murmured to Mark: "I'm not gonna stop with you for a long time!"

Mark and I stopped struggling for a moment, but then started up again even more desperate - torn between the reality of being raped and our hot, hard cocks standing up in anticipation.

Both of us cried out - “MMH! MMPHH!” whether it was ‘Help!’ ‘No!’ - or ‘Rape!’

Rick casually stated with a wide smile: "call all you want: nobody's gonna hear you; you’re gonna get fucked real good for a nice, long time!"

I struggled harder: Must…. try… can’t… get …. loose!

They kneeled in front us: well lubed and stroking their hard cocks, looking on with a serious intent, focusing on us.

:43

Time was running out.

The ticking was loud and strong. I heard no other sound other than the sound of my breathing, struggling and the bed shifting about as I desperately tried to get free. We struggled as hard as we could. Pulling on our bindings, twisting our heads around to get the ball gags off, calling out - it was little use.

I found myself wondering: did we really struggle to try to escape - or just to encourage our captors?

Rick then said "figure we could drop, what - about 2 or 3 loads each?"

My captor looked at me saying, "Man, its been awhile. With this one all nice and tied up with that sweet ass of his I figure at least 3 or 4 times! Just pound away as much as I can as long as I can! This is so fucking hot!"

Mark's captor replied, "same here: 3 or 4 times! Just fuck over and over again!" Rick merely smiles, saying "well, now: with me included we're taking - let's see,... about 12 or maybe more times we can cum in y'all. Guess that means you'll be getting about 4 or maybe 5 loads apiece in your asses! So,... how about that, boys?"

Mark and I said nothing: we were too busy trying to get some give in our bindings. My heart was, however, beating ever so much more with the excitement; my head spinning with both the dread of being forcefully penetrated multiple times - and at the same time the deep desire of the moment of having something big inside, moving around without my having any control. A thick, long 11 to 12 inch cock is a lot to take in at once; but several times in a night by several!? 

The ticking sounded so loud I found myself lost in it. 

And, as my hard on reminded me, for every time I'll be penetrated, I'll be likely to give up my own cum in response.

Highly bound and gagged: inescapable. Unable to escape or call for help. Fucked by three solid guys with rock hard ons over and overindulged multiple positions, unable to stop them. My head was soon spinning with the anticipation of the moments to come; my heart beats had and fast, my breaths short and strong. I sweat profusely. Maybe my sweat can help me,...? No. No good. I soon gradually found myself surrendering to the situation at hand.

I also realized I may not be walking too well for some time afterwards.

But I kept on trying my bindings, pulling at them, tried to loosen my bindings while the silicon forced in my mouth did it's job, keeping me from making any call for help other than a slight murmur. 

Now my captor kneeled in even closer, his legs right up against my exposed ass and between my wide open legs, slowly stroking my inner thighs.  I could no longer roll about as now my movement was limited. Still, Mark and I watched each other as we struggled; we mirrored each other, moving about, pulling and twisting, calling out every so often - more out of frustration and excitement - occasionally throwing our heads up toward the ceiling, closing our eyes, calling out as loud as we could, despite how well we were gagged, and doing our best to escape. The beds were too far apart for us to move in closer to each other, and try to work with one another to get untied. But there really was no point to it: even if we were somehow to get loose, our captors would pounce and re-tie us, this time probably even tighter - and let us return back to the show we were giving. No one could hear us and there was no outside help coming in.  We were here and now: bound, gagged and nude; totally helpless about to get serious cock action - and we could do nothing about it. 

I couldn't help but note, though, that both Mark's and my cock were very hard: the excitement coupled with the fear was driving us mad. This was real: this was not a fantasy being played out.  It was clear that our struggling was all part of the foreplay: we are both being teased and tortured - and (ironically) we were also teasing, as they watched us struggle with our bindings and gags.

We were giving a really hot show. 

This was all foreplay - foreplay to being raped.

It was totally hot - for all of us.

:17

When then ticking stops, the action begins.

Looking on, Rick merrily smiled, watching us in our predicament. His guys were about done lubing up: they took their time - and their cocks were incredibly hard; you could see their cocks gently moving up and down ever so slightly if you looked closely: their cocks throbbed in time with their fast heart beats; their hearts were beating fast and strong as their cocks glistened with the lube in the low light of the hotel room, their eyes practically glowed as they watched us.  They too were breathing much: their excitement was very real.  Their well-lubed cocks reflected the light in the room, now somewhat covered in darkness; the only light came in from the slightly open shades. Still, their hard ons were easily reflected in the light and clearly visible as they moved about the silenced TV: their huge heads and long, thick shafts ready for what was inevitably going to happen next.

Aside from the beds, their cocks were about the biggest things in the room.

 I was now already at the point where it wouldn't take much for me to drop a load. Mark and I were also both rock hard solid: my cock well-lubed with pre-cum and red in color I rolled about, almost as if trying to get some kind of release. Despite being bound and gagged as tight as I was, I felt a growing warmth within me was gathering down below - and if I kept on struggling I could very well just let loose! 

Still, we kept calling out, on and on, trying ever so much; trying to get loose, calling out helplessly for what was going to be a long, intense time; our bindings and gag not letting go: holding us mercilessly for what we were going to get regardless of what we thought,...

Just then, the alarm rings. Time is up.

Both of us: "MMMMPH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMMPH!"

“Are you done yet?” Rick asked with a slight smile.

We both - Mark and I - stopped, and tried to catch our breaths. My wrists were sore, my arms tired while my ball gag and face was wet with the effort off trying to call out. I laid back, helpless as my captor was breathing in a quiet intensity: his cock hard and thick, standing straight up strong and hard,12:00 o'clock hard, reflecting what little light was in the room as he stared into me with his eyes like lasers, his cock straight and hard as a steel rod, breathing heavily with intensity as his cock throbbed.

"Here's the deal: you wanna get fucked, we're cool with that," Rick says in a quiet voice.  "But you're gonna get it the way we're gonna give it to you and as long as we want to. You ain't going nowhere: we outnumber you, and we got you tied and gagged really, really good. You're going no where and there's nothing you can do unless we say or do otherwise. We're stronger than you and nobody knows you're here. We turned your phones off and I stuck them in a metal box just to make sure nobody can track you. We're in charge. You can try to shout all you want, but the curtains are drawn, the door is locked and the 'Do Not Disturb' sign is on the door. You're all tied up and gagged just like you wanted - but we call the shots. Got you tied up just like the way you wanted, all nice and tight and firm with your legs wide open and your cock and balls in our hands! And we're good with all this! We got the lube and the dick, and you got your holes. We took the hardon pills to make it last, and there ain't a whole lot you can do about it. Nobody can hear you, you ain't going nowhere, nobody's knows you're here - and we got the room for overnight so nobody here cares - and believe me, we got plenty to give you!"

I look over at Mark and notice his eyes got wider.  Mark and I then  then tried calling out: "MMMPH!  MMMPH! MMMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!"

It was useless: my top moved in even closer, his cock dripping on my thighs, his hands moving and holding my thighs firmly, keeping me in place.

Rick smiled and replied: "I said to the desk that you asked for some more time.  Figured a couple hours in the afternoon wasn't enough. They said it was no problem." Rick then turned to stand closer to Mark, as our tops moved into position. "You look hot! Nice and tied up, all gagged, naked and wide open! We like this!" Then turning slowly toward me, showing off his huge cock before us: "We'll be cumming inside both of  you very, very soon."

I called out as I briefly struggled: "MMMMMMPH!  MMMMMPH!"Reaching down, grabbed my balls, whispering, "it's all right: we're gonna fuck you really, really good and long!"

He once reminded us that he was in total control: the master of the moment.

There was little chance of escaping or getting any help. 

Nobody was coming to help us. 

Nobody could hear us.

Rick continued, turning to the other two: "we got their asses ; get into position!"

Just then, my top moved into me, pushed his middle finger into my ass, murmuring "nice and tight!” and then stated to stroke my cock while doing this. I looked down and watched his finger move back and forth into my ass while stroking my cock, rubbing my foreskin and lightly playing with my cock tip. "MPH!" - I gave a start as the sensation rolled through me, as I roiled about as best as I could, but it wasn't much. My ass involuntarily closed round his finger as if trying to keep it from going in: "Don’t fight it; it’ll only make it harder for you. Accept it, and it’ll go a lot easier for you - especially what I'm about to give you": he said as we both looked down at his huge, dripping cock. His finger did as he wanted, exploring at will my tight ass, moving all around, loosening up my anus.  I looked on feeling the intensity of his hand on my cock while I called about some more, moaning and struggling about.

On the bed next to me, I heard Mark and his top:

 "MMMMMPH!  MMPH!" 

"Shhhh, baby; this is for your own good. It'll make it easier for you to take my cock up your sweet ass!"

Meanwhile, Rick stood over Mark while Mark was getting his ass played with, murmuring to Mark: "now I'm in charge." Rick then reached down and stroked Mark's rock hard cock: "Mmmm; I got you good now!" Mark could only close his eyes and moan softly.

Helplessly I watched my top work me over, as I gave a muffled cry, twisting my wrists and squirming about helplessly while his finger moved about and his hand placed with my cock and balls. Any minute it'll be three cocks getting in me several times in a row,...! 

"MMMMMPH!  MMMMPH!   MMMPH!"

"Ummm, yeah: I love it when you call out! Turns me on!"

The five of us were locked into a situation of intensity.

Rick then announced: "Alright: get into position!"

Then, my feet were disconnected from my hands and untied as my legs also untied and were grabbed, lifted and pulled apart as he kneeled over me, moving in with his cock rubbing against my ass, my ankles now held by his strong hands and arms, and moving his ever so hard, huge cock closer to my ass, his thighs now against my legs while my feet were held close to my head, locking my legs wide open.  He pulled me to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs up as he kneeled in between my legs. I felt a brief wave of relief as it was getting painful being hogtied, but now things were picking up. Bending downward toward me a little more, he tightly held my ankles and pushed them by my head as he got closer to my face. I tried pushing back, but instead I watched helplessly as he continued, feeling his cock searching and pocking around my ass, and then stopping, having found it’s target: my ass. I then felt him slowly push into me a little. My ankles were unable to escape his strong grip, even though I tried. I then felt his thick, long torpedo cock move into my ass just a little more, just enough to get the right angle, penetrating ever so slightly. I struggle desperately, shaking my head back and forth, calling out "MMMMMMPPH!!!  MMMMPH!", trying to move my ass away from the rock hard huge cock just slightly in my ass - but it was hopeless; he was in my ass, but only for an inch or so and he way he held my legs I wasn't going anywhere.

Mark was also in the very same position as well.  We look at each other helplessly as we tried to move about. 

No. 

Uh! 

"MMMMPH!"  "MMMPH!"

"Mmmmm; can't stop that now, can you?" Rick said to Mark and myself. Hopeless, our captors moved in close to us, forcing our legs very more widely open, their arms and shoulders locking us in place with their cocks partially in our asses, teasing us as they were only in just enough to lock their cocks into position. 

All motion stopped; Mark's top had himself in a similar position. Mark and I looked at each other, wondering what was going on. The two who held us merely looked on at us, like robots, holding our ankles tightly in their hands, leaning over us close to our faces while their cocks - rock hard and ready - were inside us just slightly. Despite this, Mark and tried to move about, "MMPPHH!  MMMPH!" but it was hopeless; they had us in a very strong position.  Pinned down, we waited, and watch Rick as he stood over us all, clearly in control - and now holding the camera, recording the moment. Mark and I still struggled, trying to roll about, pulling on our bindings, trying to call out: "MMMPH!  MMPH!" but we were tightly held in place, their cocks in us just so much - maybe an inch or two? - while holding us in position. We looked at each other, sweat pouring down our faces. We squirmed helplessly, with cocks partially up our asses, in position to penetrate us deeply and without mercy. Only we moved about: our captors stood rock still, holding us down, with their cocks hard and ready to go.

My captor: "Mmm; gonna fuck you good!"

He was looking at me with a powerful intensity, his face mere inches from my face.

Mark struggled hard as well, while Rick stood between us as we laid on the hotel room beds, slowly stroking his cock. 

"Hey!" my top said: "don't look at him: look at me! It's my cock in you - not his!" - and with that, he pushed into me a little more.

"MMPH!  MMPH!"

"Yesssss! That's it: pay attention to me!"

Rick moved about, saying nothing  only smiling as he looks down at each of us, focusing the camera slowly over us, getting us as we squirmed, struggled and moaned. He would focus non our asses, where partially in my captors cock rested into place, preparing for the big push into me. Slowly, the camera would play over Mark and I, as we struggled and moaned, trying to twist about. Meanwhile, as he filmed, I could see his rock hard cock, waiting for his turn, with precum on his dick head.. "This is worth the wait; watching you to try to get untied. Not gonna happened. We're gonna let you go - but after we got our fill! So by now you've figured out that there are several of us. We got plenty to give - and we're gonna give  it to you. And there's not a lot you can do," Rick said, looking down at us. 

"But don't worry: I'll reaching out to  others who may find this fun!"

More!?!?  

We both then struggled and cried out  more, but it wasn't enough. More gang rape?! But we were  helpless and tired. We quickly stopped, trying to catch our breaths. 

More are coming in?! I briefly glanced at Mark: he gave a look of  defeat, shaking his head slowly, calling out again and again,...Rick then  moved closer to me, saying  casually, "I hope you like dick as much as your boyfriend Mark does: figure the two of you are going to get plenty tonight!"

I then called out, trying to say 'no!', but Rick merely smiled and quietly chuckled as he moved away: "we're gonna have a sweet time. Maybe you might, too!" At that moment, Rick reached down and cupping my balls, rolling them around in his hand I had to stop. "That's it; relax. You can't stop it. Might as well take it all in! Plenty of dick coming for you - and in you!" he chuckled.

Must...try...uh! Damn, these bindings are just too good! I looked over at Mark who looked back at me; he too was exhausted. 

"Figure what we'll do later after we're done fucking you with we'll have you both laying on the bed on your stomach bent over the bed with your hands tied behind your back, nice and gagged and your feet tied together; give a good shot of your asses as they come in and get ready. Keep you nice and gagged so you can call out all you want, but it won't matter. Maybe put a rope around your necks to keep you in control. Get a nice line up and have everybody get what they want. It's what you always wanted, right Mark? Lots of dick? Keep you nice and busy for several hours!"

Mark could only look on, shaking his head as if saying no, moaning as best as he could. 

More are coming in!? We were truly about to get our fill of cock  and cum - and there wasn't anything we could do about it. Nobody had any idea what was going on: three guys - and now more! - ready to thoroughly fuck the two of us!  

Helplessly bound and gagged, isolated in a hotel  buried in the back of the hotel, the air conditioner on high to bury any possible noises we could mask, dick and cock over and over! The door locked, the curtains drawn, the lights low, bent over totally bound and gagged - it was perfect: for them. Hopelessly bound and gagged, in any position they wanted. Or just keep us in position, a rope around our necks to control us. 

"Heh; maybe tie you guys up to the bed facing up with your hands tied to the baed over your head, your legs tied wide open close to the edge of the bed; make it easy to fuck you good!"

We wanted a rape fantasy, but on our terms. 

Rape doesn't work that way. 

Looking down at my cock, it was hard, dripping and also throbbing. I lost control of this fantasy: we became someone's fantasy made real.

Looking over at Mark and his rock hard dick, we both realized this was turning us on. 

Rick looked on at us, smiled and said quietly, "endless dick, eh?" Rick then said aloud: "time for talking is over: time to fuck you and let you really know who's in charge!" I looked up at my captor: he was smiling at me with an intensity of total desire. He whispered to  me: "I got you, baby: your ass if mine! You're fucking hot!"

There was nothing I could say. I could only shake my head side to side, moaning while doing so.

"Yes; you know! You want it, too!"

"MMMPH!  MMPH!" ('Please! mercy!')

A few seconds later, Rick suddenly says aloud, “Fuck them!” 

And on command, our tops pushed into us with their hard cocks together, driving in strongly, with no hesitation, and with no mercy leaving Mark and myself to call out as loud as we could - "MMMMMMMPH!" - arching our backs as their cocks rip into us strong, hard and deeply as they dove in and moved in as close to our bodies as they could, their inner thighs tight against our asses, moving in with their faces nearby on our faces as they watched us rolled our eyes and call out.

Rick meanwhile moved in with the camera, capturing the moments as our captors cocks went in and out at a steady, regular, strong pace showing no mercy or sign of slowing down, nailing us as we struggled and desperately tried to move about, pulling and twisting on our bindings tied tightly behind our backs and our gags firmly in our mouths. They showed no sign of giving in as their 11+ inches of hardness moved in steadily, constantly and deeply into us, pounding us like engine pistons: deep, strong and steady. 

 Mark and I were penetrated at the same time, with Mark and I both moaning loudly, our captors cocks ripping deep into us. Both had large cocks - over or at 11 / 12 inches, rock hard, wide and ready. Although well lubed, our asses had a very hard time as they got into us. The room was now much nosier as Mark and I both called out; the beds were now bouncing to our top's penetrations as we struggled and squirmed, crying out, trying to escape the torpedoes shooting deep into us. Mark and I both cried out as we were forcefully penetrated, our cries of "MMMPH!"  "MMMPH!"  "MMPPH!" going in time to the penetrations pushing into us, while our tops grunted in response, giving a grunt of force every time they pushed into us, the room soon awash with the grunting and cries coming from the four of us as the beds bounced.

Rick filmed us, chuckled and smiling as we struggled: "This is better than any porn flick I've ever seen: it's the real thing, baby, watching you two get it good!"

We were totally held prisoner: our hands tightly bound behind our backs to leather belts tied around our waists; our arms looked in place by a thick leather belt, keeping us from doing anything with them; between our legs we couldn't close them and could only have them lay around our captor's body as they continued to rip into in a steady, constant unending pattern. Our mouths firmly gagged by a new fangled ball gag, guaranteeing us from being heard while our tops were moving deliberately, taking their time in penetrating us, keeping steady pace as they went in and out, in and out, nothing to stop them unless they decided to stop, their arms on our sides locking us in place preventing us from moving. Outside, the traffic moved on, the hotel by the shopping mall continued it's business; the shoppers went out their jaunts, getting things while in this isolated room located  just around the corner away from the sounds of people outside, two totally bound and gagged guys were being forcefully fucked by several dominant tops while being filmed, helpless and unable to do anything but call out weakly while our bindings kept us bound and our captor arms kept us in place as they penetrated us steadily and strongly.

Soon, they let go of our ankles, letting our legs lay down, unable to block them and too weak to fight back. 

Mark was betrayed by Rick; this wasn't part of the plan - and with Mark, I was taken prisoner. As our tops continued fucking us, they reached out to our cocks and soon our cocks were also being stroked, leaving us hard and wanting more - but not being permitted to release as our tops would stop every so often, edging us un-mercilessly. 

But soon I could feel the pressure building up inside of me: it wouldn't be long.

Mark and I cried out - whether in ecstasy or just trying to get out - but nobody could hear us; the ball gags kept the noise well inside the room; not sure even the cleaning lady could hear us - not that it would matter: the 'Do Not Disturb' was hung on the doorknob. If she'd were to be nosy and lean into the door, she'd probably some of our calls, but figured it was a sex date going on - totally unaware of the situation we are in. 

We had the hotel room into the night; it was early afternoon. And if Mark went through with his arrangements as he originally planned, we were going to be here well into the night. There was a possibility, however, maybe if our captors shot their loads sooner then maybe this meet up won’t last that long. But I suspect that wasn’t going to happen: already my top would occasionally stop, and then pick up where he’d left off, clearly trying to avoid cumming right away.  They were in no hurry to not take advantage of his opportunity: two bottoms totally bound and gagged - and ready - they were going to enjoy it for as long as they can.

Besides, if Rick meant what he said, reinforcements would soon be here to pick up where Rick left off, leaving us bound and gagged, bent over the bed waiting for their arrival - and more forced dick.

No mercy.

I looked at Rick, and realized that this is exactly why he wanted: he wanted to watch us get raped. Whether for revenge or just for the pleasure of it I couldn't say. I wondered if it was for both. Even so, it was perfect: total privacy. Totally bond and gagged: held in place, getting fucked and unable to either escape or call out for help, Rick had the full view.

I then saw Rick standing behind the camera, watching through the camera screen, murmuring, "this is good! Really good! I'd pay good money to see this!" He then moved in, filming my face as I tried to call out and struggled, my gag keeping my cries well under control as I rolled my head about helplessly. He merely smiled and said, "keep doing it! This is good!"

I watched helplessly as I then looked down toward my ass, seeing my top's large, long and wide, dark brown cock going in and out, over and over and steady like a merciless engine piston, unstopping and keeping a constant regular rhythm strong - an unstoppable rhythm. I was unable stop or even delay it while his hand alternatively fondled my balls and stroked my cock, leaning in closer to me, his face close to mine as kept reminding me he was in total charge, whispering every so often "Sweet! Nice! Uh! Yes! Sweet fucking ass! Uh! Yes!,..."

I looked over and saw how Mark laid back with his eyes closed, every so often lifting himself up as his top would alternating between going in deeply and then not, interchanging between total penetration and then waiting a moment to do more and go in deeper. Mark could only shake his head and moan, his eyes half opened and only just able to take the moment as it went. 

We both had forgotten our bindings and gags, as we were well caught up in the moment: the sweat, the sounds of our us trying to call out, their cocks driving into us along with the groaning Mark and I gave while we listened to the grunting of our captors as they penetrating us over, and over, and over, and over,  and over,....

Both of us held in place by the strong leather, the silicon in our mouths soft and yet too tough to bite through, our tops strong and firm, locking us in place with their arms and legs, leaving us nowhere to move; the sweat from our bodies reaching down and gradually soaking our bodies and the bed sheets.

Mark - betrayed by a casual friendship with his erstwhile bondage student Rick, who clearly had been planning this all along - with me, totally ambushed and taken prisoner. Me, who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Both of our cocks were hard and dripping through it all. 

I had to admit it was hot - very hot! We were clearly prisoners of our rapists, but also we were driven and under control of our desires and pleasure: bound, gagged and taken prisoners by dominant tops with rock hard large cocks, held somewhere in total privacy and security, unable to escape or get help!

I looked down and watched a large cock worked its way into me, moving constantly and consistently showing no signs of stopping or slowing down; the lube was doing it's job but still I struggled and moaned not so much as to try to escape but to move with excitement to being penetrated!  Although I struggled with my bindings and gag, I was moving in time to my top as he pounded incessantly and steadily inside me with his large, hard cock. I laid there totally helpless, my eyes have closed and at times, rolling back as my head moved about.  My captors face was close - very close to my face, mere inches away, staring at me with a total intensity, capturing and savoring the moment when every time his cock got into me as I moaned, while he grunted with each regular penetrating push into me. I would moan and give a smaller grunt, looking on at him, trying to get him to take off my gag and maybe even kiss,...

But it wasn't happening. Instead, I stared at him as he would adjust his cock's motion and use a new angle of penetration just to enjoy my reaction. All the while, I move about - my head rolling back and forth as in desperation, me having little control with my body as his cock kept going into me with no mercy. Now he was no longer stroking my cock but was focused solely on using his cock to get into me. 

But mine - and Mark's - cock stayed hard, bouncing with every thrust in. The excitement was uncontrollable: I clearly didn't need my captor's hand on my cock - I would soon give it up, but it was not going to come out so quickly. 

Bound, gagged, nude from the waist down, tightly bound and firmly gagged, my legs wide open and helpless, I was trapped into the moment and my ass open. My cock was also hard and I was dripping. 

I laid there, moaning and begging my captor to stroke me and give me some sort of forced release,... I want to cum but he was going to make me work for it! He pounded me deeply, and soon I felt it: the feeling of a release coming on, getting stronger the more he penetrated into me, hitting my prostate. I was only a matter of time,.... As if seemingly knowing this, he gave a harsh whisper: "Cum for me! I cum, you cum! Now cum!" I could only shake my head back and forth and call out, but he was right: it was only a matter of time - now getting closer - when I would surrender to him and let go of what I have!

I soon stop struggling, and laid back with my eyes nearly closed, giving in to the moment, my legs widely opened- as wide as I could be - to him, completely held in place by his being between my legs, helplessly bound and gagged, locked in place by his huge cock just staidly going with no sign of ceasing. 

I looked at Mark and I could see it, too: very soon we both were going to let go.

We had no choice but to surrender and give it all up.

It was all going exactly to Rick’s plan.

Cum only as we get fucked.

No escape until he says so.

I looked over and watched Mark again, seeing him closed his eyes, vigorously shake his head, in part in frustration but also in growing excitement; watching him as he struggled ever so much more, trying to move about but held firmly down by his captor as his captor responded ever so much more aggressively and forcefully pounding his ass ever faster, deeper and harder; slapping his ass as the pounded away. Totally bound and gagged with his legs laying ever so wide open on the bed by his master, he tried crying out ever more, but was unable to be heard; our cries just became background noise.

 I watched as his captor move in close to Mark, focusing closely on him as his hugh cock moved in a constant, faster pace as Mark soon stopped, the only motion of his head and body being that of the forceful thrusts from his top, as he started to speak loudly: "More! For! You! More! For! You! Yes! Now! UH! UH! UH!"... Mark had surrendered, his head rolled toward the side facing me, his eyes half closed until his eyes opened wide and he arched his back with his head facing up as he then called out (as best as he could): "MMMMMMMMM!   MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMM!   MMMMM!",... with each gagged cry his cock released long, stringy shots of cum all about him: on his chest, on the bed, on his captor's body.  I counted 7 times until his captor suddenly, after a really deep and hard thrust, throw back his head and arching his back, didn't cry out so much as closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide as he gave out a choking cry, clearly for each time he explodes deep into Mark's ass: "UHH!  UHHH!  UH!  UHHH!  UHH!,..."  several more times until both had stopped. rolling to the side of Mark, his top slowly moved off and gradually stood up, his cock now spent and although not hard, still somewhat excited, his cum dripping all around.

It was intense, but now my top returned to me, thrusting in to me with a hard push and then followed by the first of many more to get into me. Helpless, I could only lay there, unable to get untied, get my gag loosed; my heads firmly and unforgivingly secured to my belt with my legs kept totally wide open with my captor's body, giving me his full attention and hard, unforgiving cock, his thighs pounding into me slapping my ass.

It was all too much. Seeing Mark and now me being taken prisoner and being used with no end in sight it was getting me excited. 

Despite my situation, I was very hard. Not nearly as big as my captor, but still, I felt the growing pressure within me; the redness of my cock practically glowing in the dark room, it's hardness strong and obvious.

And with every thrust in, I was nearly the point of explosion; in just another minute, I was going to release - long and strong. All of my focus now was on the force coming from deep within, rising more and more toward my rock hard cock; unable to get untied, unable to call out, unable to move around away from his deep and constant penetrations, unable to do anything but just get it all out,...

There must be a way to escape....!

But there was only one way - totally bound and utterly gagged, I laid there my eyes now opening wide as I called out desperately as it was starting to come out of me and shoot out with a force that I haven't had for some time, in moments shooting all around like an exploding oil rig with a jet stream of sheer energy and cum, shooting up into his chest close to mine as I arched my back, my eyes opened wide as I was now calling up as best and loud as I could... not able to hold it, much longer,.... uh, "MMMPH!" NOW! 

(me)                        (my captor)

"MMMMPH!"

                        Yes! Yes! GIVE IT TO ME!

(I try opening my mouth, but my gag wouldn't let me as I:

 "MMMMMMMMMMMM!"

                          Uh! YES!

"MMMMMMMMPH!" (More intense shocks of pleasure shooting thorough my cock!)

                         FUCK! YES! UH!

(I couldn't see his cock shooting into me, but I watched and felt it all as I gave more loads all over our chests!)

"MMMMMMMMM!")

                        UH! YES Oh sweet GOD! (He started to cum moments after I started to cum).

"MMMMMPH!" (Yet another time, another longer shot coming out!)

                      NUUUAH! UH! 

                   We both were cumming at the same time!

"MMMPH!" (Now, slowing down, not nearly as much but still electric as it passed through my cock tip!)

                       Uhhnnnnn,... (No more!)

"Mmmmmmmm,..."  (No more!)

We waited a few minutes as they each got up. 

But now Rick moved in - toward me! Standing before me as my captor moved off of me, Rick stood before me with his cock ever so large, strong and dripping.

"I fucked Mark before: you, you're new. You're next!" He said with an eager smile, his huge cock so large and hard I stared at it helplessly, as he slowly lubed himself with his pre-cum and lube, smiling and chuckling: "Boy, I'm gonna fuck you so good,...!" As he slowly lifted my legs up again, moving into position; already his cock was moving in: "You're nice and open and easy to push in - " and with that he pushed into me as Mark watched helplessly, and the others watched, spent but still turned on with my being fucked. I arched my back, calling out "mmmmmmmph!" but it didn't matter. Everyone watched me as Rick began his slow, relentless pounding. I could only shake my head back and forth he stopped smiling and started at me with an intensity: "this,.. is good! I love this! Nice and tied up, not able to call out,...this is best! Give! You More!,..."

Bound, gagged; helpless. In an isolated hotel room by total prisoners of dominate, stronger tops well-armed and horny.

But through it all, we were giving in, releasing ourselves with no control. 

Together, Mark and I were being fucked thoroughly, slowly and mercilessly.

Raped by Rick and his gang  - for the next several hours.

My hands and arms tightly bound, my gag firm  and my legs forced wide open I could only watch helplessly as his cock went in and out like an engine piston, a constant steady penetration that showed no sign of ever stopping. Tightly bound, firmly gagged, legs force wide open his huge cock not stopping, he stares at me as his eyes start to glaze over: soon, he will cum - and more cock will follow. Soon, reinforcements will arrive and we'll be in no position to deny or argue.

I could feel a new hardness growing in me. 

Bound, gagged and helpless with no escape. No one outside this room can hear what's going on, our phones secured and the room paid for until well into the night with privacy assured. My bindings still firm and  my gag showing no sign of weakening I can only look down helplessly and take it. The room darkened, the only sounds of Mark and I moaning as our tops grunt and murmur their enjoyment while we were being filmed for future enjoyments. We could only lay back and realize: more cock to cum for the next several hours,...

Captors of cock, we laid there helplessly bound and gagged, forced into new positions of penetration, unable to do little except try to call out and struggle with our bindings. 

All through this, we knew more reinforcements will be entering. 

I was starting to get hard again, anticipating another load to let loose.

A long night lay ahead of us.

(To be continued...).