Sunday Dues Day

It was a Sunday and after a late night of fun, Fran wanted to give me a blow job before I left and so I agreed to a quick one before I left.  I had to get back to campus today to make my class tomorrow morning early so I figured a quick blow job wouldn’t work. But things changed when Fran suddenly surprised me and instead bound and gagged me - this time,  hogtied. 

Fran had surprised me, by coming up from behind as I turned toward the bed to gather my things and wrapped duct tape around my wrists. As my wrists were being bound I said “wait! I gotta get going,…!”

“Whatever,” was all he said.

I then saw his hand hovering before me with a large sock: “Bastard! You won’t get away with this!” 

Before I could say or much of anything else, the sock was stuffed into my mouth and sealed with a length of duct tape. I was then pushed onto the bed and my feet with bound and pushed up to my wrists, with my feet and wrists then bound together.  And just to make sure, Fran then wrapped another length of duct tape around my mouth, overlapping what I already had.  

I struggled and Fran manhandled me: the sock was really good in keeping me quiet and Fran’s muscular build kept me in place. He then wrestled me down onto the bed and moving quickly  wrapped duct tape around my feet and pushed my feet to my hands - and within a few seconds, I was hogtied.

With a casual move, Fran rolled me over to face him, a smile on his face. I struggled and called out “no!” and to let me get to my train, but he wasn’t having any of it. 

Earlier Fran asked that I wear my jock strap - and with my cock hard rubbing against my jock strap as I tried to get untied made it even harder. The more I struggled, the more my cock rubbed and the tighter my jock strap got. I shook my head and tried calling out. I looked on as  Fran stood in front of me, naked and rubbing some lube on his hard cock, giving me a look that could melt an ice cube (Fran really liked me in my tight jock).  I was hard and excited: being bound and gagged for Fran was something really hot. I only did it for him - and he knew it. 

A moment of silence; I breathed heavily to catch my breath; he also breathed heavily because, well, he was hot and hard.

“I know you have to go back, but I think you could use a nice one - for the road.” He smiled as he stood over me, slowly rubbing his cock.

I laid there, on my back, my belly raised.  Reaching down to my jock strap, he slowly pulled it back, revealing my cock hard and standing straight up. Rubbing it, he whispered, “just like an oil well.  Figure soon you’re gonna have a nice, big gusher.” He then slowly pulled my jock strap elastic - by my ass, while keeping my cock locked in - so that my elastic which was formally on top of my ass was down by the base of my ass, leaving me with a delicious pressure.  My cock was straight up; any movement I gave or breath I made only made it more intense. The feeling and pleasure intense. Totally bound and gagged, my cock so hard with the rubbing making so much pre-cum that my jock strap was getting soaked.

I watched as he played with my cock tip, keeping it in my jock strap. I closed my eyes and moaned, begging him to pull it off and let me shoot. He soon stopped. Smiling he said, “I’ll make up a note for your teacher, telling him how you had to get an injection.” He then stood up, looking down at me, his look so intense. His cock now  was truly hard and straight up. Any minute he’ll be pounding me with his cock, penetrating me like a metal shaft, moving mercilessly like a piston on a hot, powerful machine. I watched helplessly as he prepared his cock for penetration,…

This was when a loud knock was heard on his apartment door.  Sighing and stopping for a second, he pulled up a pair of short and says “right back’.  I heard the door being opened, some talking followed by loud talking along with a sound of a struggle.  In minutes, I watched as Fran is dragged into the room before me into the bedroom, handcuffed with his shorts off, being forced in by two big guys. Pushing him onto the bed, one said “well, look what we have here: his boyfriend,” with an unfriendly smile. “They’ve been busy,” said the other one as he picked up a roll of duct tape, “take the cuffs off and use the tape: he won’t get out of it.” All the while I struggled to get untied and watched helplessly as Fran is pushed onto the bed next to me and is bound with duct tape. We look at each other, as the ball gag on Fran’s the dresser is stuffed into his mouth. 

It doesn’t look like I’ll be making the Economics class.

Fran is bound and gagged: hands duct taped behind his back and his feet taped together, while the ball gag ensures his silence.  Unlike me, however, he wasn’t hogtied.

For a few minutes, our captors watch us as we both struggled and squirm, and called out for help.  I  looked over at Fran, the fear and concern real in his face. I struggled and squirmed, trying to call out. Fran rolled about on the bed, arching his back and pulling on his duct taped hands, all the while trying to call out. Me, being hogtied I tried my best, but there was little I could do: I struggled more in solidarity with Fran than with any hope of actually getting freed.

It was no good. Our captors merely watched and let us go on as we struggled and called out. It was clear that we weren’t going anywhere or that anyone could hear. 

But it was also obvious they didn’t worry about us escaping or getting help.

And it was also obvious that one of them - the older one who was in charge - was enjoying our show.

But as I struggled I found it exciting: struggling with my lover as he struggled also; it was erotic, watching Fran's muscles work and flex, his arms and chest pulling and pushing. I found myself hard, somewhat frustrated but also incredibly turned on. Bound together (but yet separate); I fantasized him moving about in me, his chest glistening with sweat and his arms and chest muscles tight as he worked me over, noticing him as he watched me, the same thought in his mind - and his cock now also rock hard.   It was intense as we were giving total strangers a show. Throughout it all my cock stayed hard, as I briefly locked eyes with the older one as a large bulge appeared in his pants. 

But it was hopeless and tiring.

Soon we stopped and looked at our captors both of us breathing hard trying to catch our breaths through what little air we could get being gagged as tight as we were.

Now the older of the two captor spoke: “Now that we’re all together, Big Joe says you owe him his money for the bar you want to buy but never did.”

Fran only looks back, and tries to say something, but it only comes out as a mouth stuffed with a ball gag. 

“Well, I don’t care what you have to say: it’s all bullshit anyhow, so I was told to take care of it.”

Fran shakes his head back and forth, as he struggles to pull on his bindings.  I lay still, trying not to draw any attention.  I remember how earlier, when Fran and I were wrestling before he bound me, my phone fell off the bed and onto the floor.  If I could somehow get to it, I may be ale to dial 911. But not yet. For now, I lay facing up, my hands and feet bound together, while my hard cock gradually dripped pre-cum.

The bigger and older of the two lights a cigarette, clearly enjoying our struggling and Fran trying to speak. He then turned to the younger one: “beat it.  I’ll take care of this.  See you at Joe’s.”

“But,…”

“Fuck off.”

Saying nothing, the younger one walks out  The older one waits a moment until we hear the door shut.  The remaining gangster casually walks out, where we then hear the front door lock being bolted and the chain being placed  on.  For those few moments, Fran and I desperately struggle again; the situation was dire.

In a moment, he comes back in, smiles wider and starts talking as we stopped struggling.

“You know, Fran, we go back some time.”

Fran looks on, saying nothing. We watch as the gangster starts to undress down, carefully laying his clothes down so as to not wrinkle them, stripped down to his underwear, revealing a hard on.

Talking at me, he says, “Fran and I used to hang out. We were,… friends.”

I say nothing as he moves toward me and looks down at me.  I watch as he drops his underwear, revealing his rock hard cock.  

Reaching down he grabs my balls: “but he’s moved on, I see.”

I watch helplessly as he runs his hands up and down my jock strap, looking at me: “You’re  nice.  A young one. I can see how Fran likes you.”

I look over at Fran as he suddenly starts to struggle and tries to call out.

"I like you also."

Looking at Fran with a smile, he says: “I’ve always liked college boys; especially when they’re all tied up. Kinda of puts them in their place.”

I shake my head and try to say “no!”, but little sound comes out.

Fran is going crazy, puling on his bindings, arching his back, shaking his head and calling out desperately.

Helpless, I watch him as he pulls out my cock, strokes it for some time. After awhile, he puts my cock back into my jock strap, leaving with a hard on made even more intense with the constant rubbing.

“This is going to be fun: I get to fuck you in front of Fran.”

He then rolls me over on my belly, I lay there, afraid to move. 

“You know, I’m going to let you in on a secret: not many know I like to fuck hot young guys. So, let’s keep it that way, okay?”

I nodded yes.

“Good. But Fran does - and he’s going to watch.”

Fran watches us, a fury of fury in his eyes. I could see from the corner of my eye his working his wrists and feet, trying to get free, all the while grunting and trying to call out. 

Suddenly, a handkerchief wrapped around my neck: “hope you don’t mind, but this is going to be really,  really hot.” I then give a start as he tightens the handkerchief.

“Now I got you where I want you.”

Both Fran and I lay still.

 Moving in on top of me, slowly, I feel the gangster cock, poking around, looking for the hole, the place to go in. I struggle a little bit, but he leans in close to my ear, whispering ‘Shhh!” And then suddenly he finds it and rams it in, pushing hard and relentlessly, giving out a rhythmic ‘Ah!” every time he went in. I try to cry out, but it only comes out as a moan. He got me good.

Hogtied and gagged, with Fran helpless and unable to help, I’m being fucked and unless I can somehow get out of this, I could be choked.

What to do,…

As he continued fucking, I try to keep my mind on what was going on. I think I understood: Fran and he had a relationship, but for whatever reason it ended, and now he was jealous - jealous of Fran being able to live the way he wanted to, and not worry about being weak in front of anyone and having relationships the way he wanted to. A mob guy can’t do that.  So here was his chance to get a little something of his own - and to get a little revenge on his former lover.

I watched Fran struggle and call out, and saw the anger in his eyes. I was being raped literally in front of Fran - and there was nothing he could do.  He stopped struggling and calling out, as we simply looked into each other’s eyes.  I closed my eyes and pretended it was Fran; it was all I could do. I could see the pain in Fran’s eyes, watching helplessly as his former lover raped me.

I then did what I could do: I rooted my ass around, making his penetration more intense for the both of us. As I did this, every time I rotated, I heard him gasp and grunt. It was working: I was going to get him to cum before he know it. I could also tell it wouldn’t be long: he going faster and pushing with a greater intensity. It was only a few minutes to go. I listened to him as he spoke, first as a murmur and then louder: “Yes! Fuck! Yes! Yes! yes! Fuck! You! All! Day! Long! YES! YES` YE - AHHHHH!”  After a moment I heard him as he slid down the bed and onto the floor, listened to him breathing heavily and fast: “fuck; you always had good taste, Frannie!” he said quietly. 

The hankerchief fell from my neck and on the bed.

I rolled over and watched him, as he got up slowly and started to get dressed looking back at us as we both looked upon at him.  I feel the cum pooling from my ass and getting on the bed: he shot a large load. With a smile, he said “tell you what: I’ll cover for your end for now - but I want him  - “ pointing at me “- every so often.”

Fran said or did nothing, but simply looked at  him.

“You think about it.”  reaching over to me me pulled down my jock strap completely and grabbed my cock, stroking it: “Hey - nice cock.  I see that you didn’t mind it, either, eh?” All three of us watched as he stroked me getting me hard; soon I was dancing to his hands, tossing my head as I found myself getting hard and excited.  He merely looked and smiled, chuckling quietly : “Dance; go ahead, dance for me,…!”  

Turning to Fran, he says: 

“Go ahead; get over to him and give him a blow job: it’s the least you could do!”

Fran didn’t move; the man pulled out a gun with a silencer, saying quietly: “do it.”

Fran slowly moved to me as I laid on my side to accommodate him. I looked down my chest and to my cock, watched as Fran reached my cock and balls, and leaned in, sucking me off. I found myself quickly feeling the heat below my waist, as I tried to lean back, and give him more.

“That’s it,…” the man says quietly. “Go on; keep going.”

Soon, Fran is bobbing all around my cock as I found myself hard; my cock and balls in Fran’s mouth. 

I then heard a click* as I saw he  had reached into his jacket pocket and using his phone snapped a picture. 

I didn’t care; I was too into what Fran was doing. I had to admit: it would be a hot picture: two guys bound and gagged with duct taped: the older one giving the younger one a blow job. I also suspect it owl die for some type of blackmail, but knowing Fran, it wouldn't work.

Speaking quietly he said, “you know, I could call a couple of guys over to work you both over: a group scene: have you watch as your college boy get it in the ass for several hours.”

At this Fran stopped and looked up, pure hatred in his eyes.

I froze.

“Let’s see; maybe you can get untied before they come over?”

Fran just looked over and said and did nothing.

“It’d be a hot home movie, don’t you think? Filming the two of you getting it really good by several guys, lining up to take their turn?"

I unconsciously started to struggled. Gang rape was not in my plans. 

He looked on at us, saying nothing. 

Reaching over to the dresser behind him, he looks around and pulls out a paid of scissors.  Holding it up, I wonder briefly if  he was going to do something with them,…!

Instead, he throws it on the bed between us. Turning to go, he said “figure you might wanna use those.” Then he turned around and stepped up and pinched my nipples. I arched my back and try to call out, but then he continued, going back to stroking my cock:

“Next time, I’ll go a little slower. Have you at my place; nice and tied up. Keep you that way for several hours.  Fuck you in the kitchen while bent over the table; in my living room with you on your stomach and your feet tied together; on the bed with your legs wide open, and me deep between your legs… fuck you, then rest awhile, and fuck you some more. Untie your feet and have you do some dancing for me with your legs wide again, and showing me that cock of yours bouncing all around while you’re nice and tied up.  Tie you to a chair while I’m getting ready to do some more.  Maybe make some phone calls while watching you trying to escape, see if anyone can hear you calling out for help.”

I found myself getting excited, despite what had happened. 

And he did also: “Hmmmm,…so maybe you’d like that.  Let’s see if I can get you to cum for me,…?

He continued again, mercilessly stroking me.  My cock rock hard.  I looked at Fran as he looked on at me. 

“Think I’ll call up some guys, have you carried outside by my guys and taken to my place for some time.  All you have to do is,…give me the signal.  I mean, if you cum you must want it - right?”

This was a test: if I came, he would take me. 

"C'mon: give it to me!"

I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction.

"I want you with me!"

Regardless, I felt the warmth coming on again, but I resisted - barely.  I didn’t look at Fran as looking at him would only make me weak and drop a load.  But this guy wouldn’t see it this way. And he knew something already: I liked the idea that he described: a prisoner of pleasure. 

He continued speaking as he stroked me: “You'd be nice as a hostage; keep you nice and busy until Fran gets the money.”

This was getting serious; it wouldn’t only be another minute before I would shoot out, leaving Fran with nothing to give him, but importantly signaling to this man that I would be his prisoner. Bound and gagged, I was being jerked off my somebody I didn’t liked, with my lover bound and gagged watching on helplessly as I cum and get taken hostage as a sex prisoner.

None can hear; no help is coming  and the duct tape is keeping us tightly bound.

Sex prisoner.

Damnit! Now I’m excited,… 

"That's it," he murmured. "You're getting there. You know you want this."

The pressure is building; I’m only moments away. 

Fran just lays there, watching us, knowing that if I cum then he'd be left behind - probably for my rapist's friends to enjoy. 

I pull again on my bindings; I moan some more. No way to get free.

Must think,…the pressure is building. Now it's down to mere moments!

"You'd be perfect: all tied and gagged, nude and hanging around my place, just there to let me fuck you and play with for a nice long time. Mmmm; bend you over, tie you to my bed, have you tied up in a chair and we can watch porn together. I can see you're getting close to shoot,...

Must,.. not,… cum,…!

No,...! 

I suddenly then think instead of my class: Economics and the homework,… shit! The homework! I forgot to do my homework! Then, something happens,...

In moments I was getting soft.

The look of disappointment crosses his face. Fran closes his eyes and gives a sigh of relief. 

 He stops stroking. “Well,…I’ll let Fran know when we can get together. For his sake, you'd better think about it; your ass could someone a lot of  trouble."  Saying with a smile as  he wipes his hands: ”don’t bother getting up, you two: I’ll lock up” and walks out chuckling, turning once to me, "I'll see you soon."

We listened as he walked out the door, leaving us in our bondage.  

We began our struggle. 

Fran reaches the scissors; I watch as he moves them around behind his back to find the edge to cut into the duct tape.  I guide him, my back to his back as we try to work together to get one of us untied. Our gags prevents us from saying much of anything to each other. I imagine our situation going on as all around us, the neighbors had no idea of the situation we faced: bond and gagged, helpless in Fran’s apartment and just after being fucked by a stranger, narrowly avoiding being  taken prisoner for his pleasure. The phone was still there, but it would be very hard to get done there to reach it, let alone having no way to let Fran know that it was there.

I lay still, letting Fran do the work, feeling his motions as he worked to cut the duct tape.

He manages, though, starts the slow agonizing process of cutting the tape. 

In what seemed forever, he finally manages to cut enough for him to pull them apart. Peeling them from his wrists, he take off the ball gag and then unties his feet.  He stands there for a moment and then rips the gag off my mouth, saying “Oh God; I‘m so sorry,…”

“Things happen,”  I reply;  “wasn’t you fault. I figured it was somebody you knew and he just wanted to take it out on me.” 

I wasn’t going to ask about the bar; this was their business and I didn’t want to get into it too deep.

“You got it.” He sighed. “You gonna be late getting back?”

“Yeah, can’t do much about that.”

“True.” And with that, he reaches over and stuffs the ball gag in my mouth. I look at him like he’s crazy. He calmly replies “ We still got some time to catch up,” he says as he shows his cock to me: “and he fucked you pretty good. But -“ He says as he lays down on the bed facing up next to me: “this time it’s gonna be my cum in you - and not his.” And with that he pulls  me facing up and drags me on top of him, moving me toward his cock as with one hand he holds it up, erect and hard, with the hand other forces me down on it. I give a surprised grunt as he  then reaches over and pinches my nipples, and then sitting up face to face to him as his hands wrap around my body, he looks in my eyes and thrusts me, jolting my body all about. I throw my head it back and look up into the ceiling: his cock was always the bigger one and it was gonna be awhile anyhow before he releases both me and his cock releases itself into me. 

But I was wrong: I found myself hard again only this time, with his cock getting me just right on my prostate - and the excitement of the past hour was still with us. Were both had tremendous pressure and the brush with danger only made it all the more incredibly intense! Myself glad that Fran was back in me where he belonged while Fran relieved that my ass and his cock fulfilled a true destiny. 

I willingly gave myself to Fran, bouncing in time with him, struggling with a show, making him even more excited as I looked at him with half-closed eyes and a constant moan matching his grunting as he pushed harder and harder into me, the sweat pouring from our bodies, exorcising the madness we had earlier: it was soon overlooked as we fucked.

I very soon felt a powerful force growing inside of me that in just mere minutes, I shot out a solid jet of cum, literally pooling on top of my jock strap, followed by several other jets and my trying to shout: my 'oil well' giving out a powerful gusher.  I shot out so much that it pushed though my jock strap, not quite shooting out, but pulsating in a powerful way the was visible.  Fran staring at my jock strap, watching my  cock pulsate and push out pools of cum while also watching me watching him, as if willing to try to reach him with my cum. I felt myself completely drained from the battering my  prostrate got from Fran's tremendous cock, my jock strap totally soaked, watching as the cum poured through, the warmth covering my cock and soon racing my balls. My gag was barely able to hold the sound of my excitement - while Fran then responded quickly with a wild look in his eyes in a few seconds, only he didn’t have a gag and instead gave out loud shouts of sheer intense pleasure, calling my name out as his hips pushed into me and practically lifted me up higher each time. In moments, we both stopped, me on top of him and him exhausted. I rolled over off of him, puddles of cum on ourselves covering the bedsheets. In the half darkness I could see his cock and belly glistening with the freshly made cum - both from himself and from me. 

Exhausted we laid still, hearing the faint sounds of distant traffic, with only our breathing heard in the room.

We had picked up were we left off.  Yeah, I was going to be late. Oh well. 

This time, though, we learned out lesson: we weren’t going to answer the door anymore.