Sunday Dues Day

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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Prisoner of The Boss and his Crew

The message on the phone came in from Fran: “Got a private room at The Club. Come over, tell them I sent you and they’ll get you set. I want you now!”

Fran was horny and after reading this, I was now too.

The Club was a private bathhouse club filled with all kinds of hotness. We were there some time ago when they had a private party (my first time) when Fran introduced me to group pleasure, (while bound and gagged) and other fun things (see "Bathhouse Backroom Adventure)". I like this so I came around and when I approached the door, the gateman was there. I then said to him: “Hi; I was sent by Fran. Said there’s a room set up for us.”

“Fran?”

“Yeah.”

Oh, yeah. We got the room set up - come in on!” - and with that he let me in.

I walked into the place, and was guided to go to Room 21. 

I asked, “where’s Fran?”

Oh, he’ll be here shortly; got caught in some traffic. Make yourself comfortable. Left a bottle of water if you want.”

“Thanks.”

Sitting on the bed, I decided to get ready, dropping my pants and underwear while leaving on my athletic socks and shoes.  I left on my sweatshirt as we both enjoyed my wearing it. After awhile (about 5 or so minutes before I went out to see what was going on, a knock was at the door:

“Yeah”?

A tall, rather well-built gentleman wearing a jock strap with an obvious hard on came in and before I could say anything, said to me quietly, “Fran says he’s sorry but he wanted me to check up on you. “

“Oh, uh. Thanks.”

“He also wanted me to ask you if you’d like a blowjob.”

“Uh, um, yeah, but -“

“I won’t let you cum. Just make sure you get nice and hard for when he arrives.”

“Uh - sure.”

He then moved closer to me as I then moved up.

“Open up your legs nice and wide; it’ll make it better!”

I obliged and then as he knelt down in front of me, he reached over to my cock and balls with one hand while using the other to grab my ass and push me forward.  He didn’t do it roughly; but it was clear he had some strength.

His mouth moved in on me. 

My cock quickly got harder and soon I was standing there, my hands holding his head as he went down on me. In moments my eyes were closed as I leaned back and moaned. 

He was very good.

My hips were swaying, moving about as I moved my cock in and out of his mouth. I danced around as he blew me, swaying side to side and up and down, by legs lifting my body up and down, side to side and around as his mouth moved with my cock.

“Oh, God,…”

“Mmmmmm.”

“Uh! Yes!”

Then he stopped, held my balls and looked up at me. Before I could ask he went on me again. 

Then went on for some time. Edging me, never letting me go. 

Soon, I was laying on the bed, with my legs wide open as he kneeled before me, my hands waving about me, resting on my head. My cock was hard, so very hard yet he knew just when to stop. 

Time slipped by until -

The room door opened suddenly with two other guys coming in.  They are as big and strong as the one doing me were. I looked up and before I could say anything more than “Hey -!” the one serving me grabbed my balls, squeezed them and said, “Shh! Quiet!”

I watched silently as they closed the door and moved in.

“Uh!”

“Now get up!” 

I got up from the bed; he kept his hands on my balls.

"Don't make any noise." - and then slightly pulled on my balls. I nodded my head. 

The two of them looked at me. I noticed one of them was holding some rope while the other one had something I could’t tell -

“Stand up closely to us.” - the one with the unknown object in his hand said.

My guy moved over a little as the one with rope came up behind me and bound my hands behind my back; first though, he reached over to my pants and wrapped my belt around my waist, then tied my hands to the belt. 

“Look; I don’t know what’s going on -“ i nervously said.

“That’s right,” said the one with the item in his hand: “you don’t yet. But you will.” Turning from me he spoke to the guy behind me, who finished up binding my hands. “You got him?”

“Yeah, he’s tied up nicely.” 

Looking at me, the one in charge, then tells, “go on: see if you can can get loose.”

I moved about, as if trying. I knew enough that I was tied up good. I pulled, twisted about; I was well bound. But then -

“Open wide.”

Before I could say anything I finally saw what he had in his hands: a ball gag. And now he stuffed it into my mouth and locked it on.

“What! - MMMPH! MMMMPH!  MMMPH!” I tried calling out, but it really covered my mouth. I could barely even hear myself. Meantime, the other held on to balls, limited my movement.

I watched as they all smiled.

“Mmm. That’s what we’re talking about.  Nice and tied up, gagged - and open to suggestion!” - as he slowly he started stroking my cock while cupping my balls.

"We know what you want - and we're here to make sure you get it.”

I realized then just how the three of them stood closely to me. Still, I was being stroked - and being bound and gagged was turning me on. I struggled briefly, again trying my bindings and my gag - but it was no good. 

I’ve been ambushed. Did Fran set this up? Did Fran set up a gang bang for me?  My cock was now truly rock hard and straight up. Despite being surrounded by three taller stronger strangers with obvious hard-ons, even though I was tightly bound and firmly gagged, standing there with my legs wide open and my cock and balls held by a total stranger, I was still turned on.

“No lie, you are wanted here, but we kind of lied saying it was Fran.”

They chuckled.

“You’re gonna meet our boss; he’s the one who wants to see you. But first -“

The first one who gave me a blow job went down again on me, grabbing with both of his hands my ass, pulling me into his mouth. 

In moments, I truly rock hard. The leader spoke to me as I received a hot blowjob.

“So before we go, figure let’s get you nice and hard so you can greet folks with a good, hard cock."

For a few moments, I stood there, my hips moving about; soon I was moving in time to his mouth, moaning, feeling the pleasure growing. Then the one spoke again: "That's it.  Walking with a nice, drippy cock will make it as though you really want this. Nobody'll suspect that we got you under our control."

"MMMMMM!  MMMM!  MMMM!" (No! Wait! Uh!"

I moved about, dancing while bound, gagged and nude, my cock in another's mouth, surrounded by three guys with clearly rock hard cocks.

“How much time we got?” Asked the one behind me, holding my arms to keep me in place as I revived my blow job.

“I dunno.  Probably not long. His boyfriend is due soon.”

“Why’d we call him in earlier?”

“Boss made the call. Gotta get going in a little bit.” But then he stopped, looked at me and then looked down while I was getting oral,…

“Mmm. If we bring him over to The Shop a little sooner we could take a little time to soften him up.”

The room got quiet; my cock was so hard,…

But so was theirs.

“C’mon stop sucking him; let’s go. We'll take him to The Room and take turns fucking him.”

“MMMM!?”

“We’re taking you over to The Shop to take turns fucking you; all of us. this should open you up a little!" They all quietly chuckled. Then one of them said, "wait a minute -" and tied a length of code - a leather shoelace - around the base of my cock and balls, tying a knot.  It was firm and tight: not painful, but it was obvious I wasn't going to get it untied, bound as I was with my hands tied behind my back to th belt around my waist. Meanwhile, I was firmly gagged; the only sound I could make was a severely muffled moan or call. 

Tightly bound, firmly gagged, nude from the waist down, I was now cock leashed - and under the control of three hard men who were taking me someplace to take turns fucking me. Raped in a private club; none would suspect - much less care. In fact, they've probably would want to watch. The blow jobs and cock play made me really hard: and now with the cock leash wrapped around the base of my cock and balls, it was going to stay that way. 

A total set up. 

They then opened the door, with one standing behind me pushing me forward while the other one pulled on my cock leash and pulled me forward. Stepping out, I was tightly bound, my hands tied behind my back to my belt, gagged firmly with a ball gag and walking out with a hard on surrounded and held by three guys who were wearing only jock straps and very hard cocks.  I tried calling out, but it was useless. As we walked out - me held prisoner by three , tall and well built guys with large hard ons in tight jock steps, I could only struggle very little as they ‘guided’ me through the hallway. I tried pulling back, but they were much too strong and had total control. Meanwhile, a small group of other bath members looked, mesmerized by the sight. Clearly I was taken prisoner, and being taken away to some place to be gang fucked.  I kept calling out for help, desperately to attention, shaking my head, but it was no good; nobody could understand me nor did anyone want to get involved; they just enjoyed the sight. “Man, look at that!” one member said, “he’s gonna get fucked real good!” The other club members looked, murmuring with some stroking their cocks as I was being pulled forward.

"Hell, nobody's gonna know or care you're getting a good gang rape. You're our prisoner and you're the main attraction for The Club! Nobody's gonna or do anything!"

It was no good; the more I called out and struggled the more it turned on everyone - especially my captors. It looked like it was role play - only it as for real. Closer and closer we were getting to wherever we were going. A total prisoner; nobody and yet everyone knew what was going down. Nobody was going to stop this: they wanted to watch. Every time I try to stop, the one behind (who had taken off his jock strap and walked nude with an enormous cock) would try to penetrate me, making me move more to avoid getting fucked - chuckling as we went along, “go ahead and stop: I want you to!” The more I moved about, the more he tried moving into me. And all the while the cock leash was pulled, guiding me to a specific direction. and his cock was huge: at 11".

Bound and gagged, I was pulled on my leash while being herded by a giant cock, while others watched, turned on as well.

At one point we passed a hallway table. The one behind me then grabbed me, pushed over to the table and before the others could stop him, bent me over and then found my ass, started to push in: “UHHHH - AH!”  I couldn’t stop him. He then stopped, kept himself in me for a moment, leaning over to me, whispering in my ear,”you’re mine! I want everyone to see me cum in you!” He gave several more thrusts and then stepped back, pulling me up and pushed me forward. Just then, the one who was blowing me stepped in front of me, stroked my cock, saying to me, “you’re gonna get fucked and milked tonight!” - and then stepped back as we continued on.

Where was Fran? I tried calling out, but it was no good. If only I could get loose,...!

Then, we approached a plain office door. We stopped and then the leader said,” we’re here.”

Waiting a moment he then said, “let’s go”and opened to door to,…

Fran!

Bound to some kind of table that was in an angle. Fran was also bound and gagged, his hands and feet tied eagle and wide apart by nucleon straps. Someone was also giving him a blow job, going up and down on his cock. 

“MMMMMPH!   MMMMPH!” Fran called back to me.

I could only reply back, “MMMMPH!” as I struggled with my captors holding me

“So, we meet again!””

And there was a Fran’s so-called friend - the last time we met was in Fran’s apartment ("Sunday Dues Day"). 

“Glad you got my message,” he said, holding up Fran’s phone. Let’s get the party going!” And with that I saw the other table, where I was being lead to - I was and soon bound and tied to the table - just like Fran: my hands tied over my head, my legs tied wide open. I also notice the table I was bound to had a slight hump, forcing my hip to be raised. With my bound legs tied wide open, my ass was now easier to reach. 

"Hope you like the fucking table as much as I do!" said Fran's former friend “Like to show the both of you my new line of toys -“ and with that, he opened up a cabinet totally filled with dildos, vibrators and much, much more.

“We got some catching up to do!”

I looked up and saw the cameras: we are being filmed.

The hand bindings were tight and firm with no looseness, while my legs were also tied wide open and secure. Just then the one earlier was kneeling down before and was giving me a blow job, while the other one for Fran's was back dong the same. A rope was tied around both Fran's and my neck, with the line going through a hole in the table that I didn't see. Fran;s friend spoke again:

"You can enjoy, but you cannot cum.  You need to keep your seed to yourself - otherwise ," ... our neck ropes were pulled slowly and firmly until we couldn't breath, and then slowly released: "this is the rule: no cumming allowed until I say so!  You will cum, but not for some time!"

We cum, we get choked.

Fun and I looked on, each watching the other as we received slow, good and thorough blow jobs. We called out to each other: "MMMMMMMMPH!" (Fran!!!)

"MMMMMPH!"( not sure).

Our servers heads moved up and down and all around, making the two of us move in response to the pleasure, but were truly limited owing to our being firmly bound to our respective tables.  We soon were moaning and crying in frustration.

Must,... not,... cum,....

Approaching me Fran's former friend reached over and under my sweatshirt, slowly and then strongly pinched my nipples: "Careful! it's not time to cum yet!"

"MMMMMPH!  MMMMPH!" MMMMPH!"

"Doesn't matter; nobody can hear and this is my club."

Mercifuly, he finally let go.

"Now then; let's start with the fun." Snapping his fingers he turned to his crew: "who wants to fuck first?"

"Me Boss!" (The guy who bent me over the table earlier). My server moved aside, leaving my hard cock still not satisfied."Oh, yes! I want your ass -!" And with that he moved in, leaned his pelvis forward and pushed into my ass hard and fast, his 11" rock hardness reaching in all the way up to his balls.

Fran's friend stepped aside, and waved his hand at the other to move in: 

"MMMMMMMMMM!"  I tried calling out, shaking my head and struggled, but it was useless.  Soon, he began his ready, hard rhythm.  Fran's friend looked on, smiling, saying aloud : "Told you the last time we met I'll catch up with you!" Looking at Fran, he say, "once you let go, he's mine - all mine!"

Fran could only sake his head and moan in frustration.

I could only look on at Fran as he looked back. I shook my head while Fran continued receiving his blow job, clearly desperate not to get overwhelmed and cum.

Meanwhile, the fucking went on: he moved steadily and strongly, not showing any let up and keeping it constant - not too fast, but not too slow" "MM! YES! NICE! SO NICE!"

The others stood around me, dropping their jock straps slowly stroking their cocks. 

Fran can't cum, otherwise I'll be Fran's friend sex slave! But he also couldn't help be get turned on by my situation, watching me keeping throughly fucked while I watch Fran's expression; conflating between seeing the pleasure but yet knowing the danger.

We did not expect any of this. Taken prisoner and trapped in The Boss's castle with his rock hard henchmen.

Bond, gagged and nude: helpless.

We cum; we get choked.

Nobody could hear or know. 

It was going to be a long night.