The Appliance Store

We originally agreed to meet at his place; a small appliance shop that he owned. The idea was that I would be ‘kept’ in his office toward the back past the warehouse area, while he managed his shop during the day.  The meet would take place during the afternoon when business would be slow. The routine was that during the day I would be in his back office while he would step out into the rear office and we’d fuck for awhile before he returned back to work, leaving me bound and gagged until he came back and did more. No one would know or hear as we fucked around; bound and gagged as his prisoner as he took his time leaving me to enjoy while his customers came in, having no idea of this routine taking place. This had been going on for a couple of weeks; it was hot and mutually pleasurable with me bound and gagged and him coming back and doing me as the customers would look at appliances while having no idea this was going on.

This time, I arrived at his shop, and he looked up and nodded, pointing toward the back door where I walked over into the warehouse area toward the back where his office was.  I entered the door and before me was his large desk, couple of cloth clothesline lengths, a couple of hankerchiefs and a roll of duct tape. The office had a file cabinet by the doorway, and a couch along the wall. The office windows were covered with blinds so you couldn’t see inside from the warehouse floor (which rarely used, save for occasional storage), while the skylight shined in some sunlight on this cloudy day. I stripped down to my jock strap, leaving my socks and shoes on along with my belt around my waist (as he liked it), and waited for several minutes before he came in.

 The usual routine: we said nothing as I turned around as he got behind me, and in few minutes my hands were bound behind my back to my belt, leaving me no way to get my hands around to the front of me.  My mouth was gagged firmly with a hankerchief stuffed in my mouth and covered with duct tape as my arms were secured tightly with the clothesline that he had laying on the desk.  I rubbed my hands on his pants and felt his hard-on as he gagged me.  My hands were firmly secured with no give in them as I tried moving around (he knew what he was doing: my bindings left no chance to wriggle out or pull apart) while my mouth was completely covered in several layers of duct tape. The handkerchief prevented little noise save for my occasionally trying to say something. Only a ‘mmmph!’ or a moan would come out; nobody outside the office could hear me.

Once my hands were bound and mouth gagged, he then started to carefully and deliberately wrap the clothesline around my upper arms: he clearly took his time in making sure that I couldn’t get out or call out. I would move about as he bound me; playing along, he’d let me move around while holding me, pulling me back to him every so often.  

It was hot role play warm-up: I'd struggled and try calling out while he would pull me about reminding me who was in control.

Usually, at this point he would drop his pants and begin the action, either  begin by forcing me over the desk or wrestling me on the couch laying me on my back as he would lift my legs and fuck me. As part of my reward, later he would eitherjek me off /  'milk me' or, if he was interested give me a blow job either with me laying down on the  couch with my legs wide open or standing up and leaning against the desk. Me being bound and gagged I couldn't get away while there was hardly any sound visitors would hear. There would be a small bell that would signal him having to go back out. Whenever the bell went off he would quickly bind my legs together and leave me to try to get untied. Other times he'd bind me to a chair with my legs tied wide open, leaving me there to answer a customer call while I sat there, helpless until his return. It turned him on to come back into the office to see me struggling to get untied, walk in and grab my cock and force me into position for another round. Often it wouldn't take long for him to cum,  only to leave me there helpless until it was my turn; the waiting creating anticipation. Either way, if the bell rang, he would quickly bind me and leave me there, briefly stroking me and leaving me helpless with a hard on, waiting for his return.

Edging and cock teasing over and over. 

This time, it was while he was finishing wrapping the clothesline that secured my upper arms that we heard a door opening in the rear of the warehouse and then three knocks on the warehouse office door - two close, and one separate - that the owner said “come in.”

Walking in was a rather tall and well-defined man, wearing only a t-shirt and work pants.  The manager was an older man while this one was clearly younger; a street guy. Closing the door behind him, he looked me up and down as I stood there, bound and gagged. The owner said casually to me, “this is Ray, my friend.” It was obvious that they already had a relationship. I stood there, bound and gagged, wearing only my jock strap.

Then he added, “hope you don’t mind, but he’s joining in.”

I stopped for a moment and then I struggled to get untied and tried to say something, but I couldn’t: only a "MPPH!"came out.  This wasn’t part of our arrangement; it was only supposed to be one on one. I briefly struggled, but the manager pulled on the clothesline toward him, slightly bending me backwards and kept me in place as Ray, while taking off his shirt casually while standing in front of me said as I desperately struggled, “looks like he doesn’t want to do this.”

“He’s in no position to argue,” the owner said.

"Mmmm, yes!"

 I moved about desperately, pulling and twisting my hand bindings, moving my upper torso and calling out for help, but all the while he easily held me in place with the rope around my arms.

"MMMMPH!  MMMPH!"

"Not much you can do about it now! But now that Ray's here it's gonna be even more fun!"

I could plainly see Ray’s cock pushing through in his pants, rising and pushing up, the bulge growing in size as he stared at me; he was definitely interested. “Ray’s been ‘incommunicado’ you can say.  Did some time - what was it for - ?”

“B& E; burglary.”

“Yeah, burglary.  Ray likes to ‘get into things’, you know what I mean.  And it’s been some time so he needs a little catching up to do.”

I called out - “MMMMPH!  MMMPHH!” while bouncing back and forth. I watched helplessly as Ray took off his shirt, revealing a man who clearly spent time working out in the prison yard - and when dropping his pants, revealed something big that he clearly had me in mind for. I spread my legs wider apart to an attempt get some leverage, when Ray approached me, saying quietly, "nice to meet you” - as if to shake my hand but instead reached over and fondled my jock strap for a long minute,  then squeezing my balls, leaning into my face, whispering, “I kept busy inside, too, but not quite like this.”  

Ray was slightly taller than me, clearly built and a wide chest, light darker skin and a bald, shaved head wearing a goatee. 

"MMMMPH!  MMMMPH!" ("Help! No!")

Me, I'm average height with light blond hair, white skin, average built with nice legs and a moderate to slim body. 

"Shh! Take it easy! Nobody can hear you and there's not a lot you can do now anyhow", the manager said, steadily holding me in place.

I have about a 7 inch cock; Ray's was clearly bigger - and now he was holding my balls while I could do little about it. 

I moaned and twisted my body around, trying to loosen my bindings. No go.  I found myself sweating more as I struggled.  Ray then says casually, “not a whole lot you can do right now, so you might as well calm down.” Squeezing his hands over and around my cock and balls, moving his hand all around my cock and balls firmly held inside my jock strap, now ever more tight; I found myself getting very hard. “Mm; nice,” he murmured cupping my balls. I tried moving side to side, pulling against my bindings, occasionally trying to call out for help, but the owner kept me in place, calmly and casually forcing me to face Ray as Ray continued to run his hands over me. “Hm. Getting some pre-cum, I see.”

He was right; my jock strap was getting wet. But I was about to get fucked by a total stranger and there was no telling what he was going to do. I was torn between the fear and knowledge of being fucked by a total stranger - especially one who just got out of prison - but also at the same time, I was getting hard.  I moaned and struggled, but watched helplessly as my cock took a life of it’s own, getting hard - fast.  Ray kept fondling my balls, whispering quietly, “your ass is mine; you can’t stop me.”

Ray then took the roll of duct tape and, pushing my ankles together proceeded to bind my feet together, laving me in a precarious situation of falling over, as the manager held me in place. I tried to struggle, but the rope and the duct tape around my ankles had no give, even as I tried wriggling my feet together and pulled on my hand and arm bindings. I squirmed about madly, twisting any thing and every part of my body. I tried saying something, calling out for help,  but the duct tape was firm and the cloth stuffed in my mouth kept my sounds to a low minimum. There was no way anyone could hear outside the office.

My hands tied behind my back to my belt, my arms held tightly by clothesline and now my feet taped together. My gag wouldn’t allow me to make much noise as Ray then casually reached around my ass and pulled down my jock strap, but leaving my cock inside - leaving my hard on to point directly in front of me, forcing my cock to rub even harder against my now tightened jock strap.  My hard on pushing hard against the strap, I found myself moving and getting rock hard as the rubbing excited me even more - and Ray holding his hand in place while I moved in and out of his grip only made it hotter.

The manager then stepped away, leaving me to stand on my bound ankles. I still tried moving around and pulling on my bindings; no luck. I was bound and gagged good, while I found myself moving around, enjoying the rubbing of my cock to my jock strap. I was being betrayed by my own desire.

Ray said quietly while looking intently at me, “I see a rape scene coming on.”  
I kept trying to say “no!” but it wouldn’t come out; the only sound of a muffled shout.
I could see the more I struggled, the harder he got, his cock now reaching above the elastic waist band and reaching to his belly; he was huge. Still, I tried; twisting my hands behind my back, trying to push on my arm binding, trying to twist my ankles around to get out - no good.

The owner then said “Ray here will be watching over you as I work.  Things picked up more than I expected today, but don’t worry: Ray will keep you,…occupied. I’ll lock the door on the way out - and by the way-" pointing to a small camera in the ceiling with a smile, while also pointing at another on the other sid of the office at waist level: "I'll be watching you both on both of thee.  That one - " pointing at the camera on the other side of the office - "..is the the right level so I can get a close up of you getting fucked, so I'll be able to watch you - " pointing at me - "either get fucked or you -" pointing at Ray - "...watch your cock go in or you make him cum. Either way, this oughta be good!" Turning to Ray, "take your time; I want a good one." Ray smiled, saying "thanks; I appreciate this."

"It’s the least I could do. I owe you a favor. This should be a nice one!” The owner then smiled, saying as he walked out: “I’ll be checking in every so often. I’m filming this so this is gonna be hot!"

’‘What’s the title for this one?’‘ Ray asked. 

"Back Office Bondage."

“Sounds good."

“And you’ll get your usual percentage. Plus a nice fuck - as long as you want. Make it last. Enjoy it."

“Oh, I think we will,” Ray said, turning to me with an intense look.The owner stepped out, quietly closing the door, making sure to lock it. 

That was it: it was a set up.  My being fucked by a total stranger while being filmed. As the owner left, Ray turned to me, saying nothing as he moved in very close to me, face to face, his breath on my face, rubbing his cock against me, slowly moving his hands up from my cock and waist, running his hands over my chest and then slowly, gradually pinching my nipples, pinching hard for long moments. I finally let out - or tried to - say ‘stop!’ but it only came out as yet another gagged moan. He pinched more, the feeling intensifying as I struggled and moved around, unable to get him to stop. “Nobody can hear, you’re nice and tied up and gagged, we’re in a nice, little private area and you’re on camera. There’s nothing you can do - but, “ as he rubbed and played with my cock and balls “- have some fun together.” Ray then stopped and stepped back.  

I stood there helplessly and watched Ray pulled down his underwear, standing before me with a rock hard cock; long and thick, I could see his heartbeat pumping hard and fast while his cock throbbed.  I figured it was at least 11 inches! Carefully and casually, he rubbed his fingers over my jock strap, circling the very tip of my penis, which was stretching my jock strap to the extreme.  I found that the more I moved, the more it rubbed against my cock.  Watching me move, he knew that my pleasure was increasing - despite my finding myself in a tough situation. 

This was not the plan; it was supposed to be only me and the owner: no-one else.  Just a casual fun time, but now - this. Bound and gagged, held prisoner by a total stranger who clearly knew his stuff and wanted me for himself - and being filmed while getting fucked. I could imagine people coming into the shop - only a few feet away - who would have no idea of any of this going on: a rape scene taking place only 20 or 30 feet away while being filmed. I tried calling out again, but it barely came out as a whimper.  

“I wonder: seeing how hard you are, would this be rape?”

He reached down, no longer just rubbing my ultra sensitive cock tip, but rubbed along my foreskin.  I found myself moving involuntarily to his finger: totally captive not only in the physical sense, but now with my body under his control. I was moving in time to his rubbing, up and down, sideways, and then going in a circle, his leaving his finger in place while I was moving on my own around his still finger.

He stopped and reached down, slowly cupping my balls, and then squeezing them. I gave out a sharp “MMPH!” and then he stopped, still holding my balls.

My jock strap was soaking wet with pre-cum.

We stopped and look at each other for a moment, the only sound our breathing; my breath coming out as I panted. I was getting excited. 

“Work with me, and you’ll have some fun. You understand?”

I could only nod.

I kept on trying, pulling on the duct tape and rape quietly, but there was no give.I nodded in agreement. I was in no position to argue. Ray smiled, seeing me trying to get loose; “keep doing that - trying to escape; I like it. I think it’s really, really hot.” I watched as he reached down, pulled out a tube of K-y, and slowly rubbed his cock, up and down, all around, watching me as I watched him. I shook my head side to side, tried calling out more and pulled ever more desperately on my bindings, but it was no good.

“So, yeah: he’s filming us. Looking for a job, and this came along.  Like’s to make up some films. Usually he keeps them to himself but sometimes he’ll sell them to some friends of his.” Reaching over to my cock and balls, he pulled down my jock strap to my ankles and then stoked my cock, while looking over to the camera, saying "Look: it’s better this way; nothing fake. The real thing,” saying this as he continued stroking my cock. “I can be good; you like this.” I said nothing as I found my body moving in time to his stroking my cock. I had no control. “You turn me on; nice and hot. I always wanted to try this out: get somebody nice and tied and fuck their brains out; it’s better if you like it, though.”  I looked at the camera thinking what to do? Bound - hands behind my back, arms tied firmly and feet tied together while my gag would allow only a small sound - not that it matter: I was in an office warehouse, sound proofed and isolated.  I gave a loud moan, a weak  hope that maybe somebody could hear,….

Moving down he stopped stroking and kneeled before me, saying "don’t worry; you’ll get something out of this. This is gonna be fun for us; I’m not into the pain shit - “ and then reaching down, put his mouth on my cock and proceeded to slowly move up and down, circling around, licking my balls and placing them in his mouth for a few movements, letting my testicles roll around his teeth. I froze and dared not move.  Stopping for a moment, he looked up and said casually, “now you’re nice and hard.  Let’s  see how long it takes before you drop a load” - and then proceeded to return back: circling around, playing with my cock tip, holding my balls while he worked me. I found myself moving in rhthym, but also constrained for fear of falling over. I moaned and tried calling out, but it was no use: he wouldn’t stop and nobody heard.

Here we were: two guys in the back office - one tightly bound and gagged with another, one kneeling down and giving a slow, hot blow job.  All the time being monitored by the owner as he, between views, went about his business selling home appliances. Nobody had any notion of what was going on in the back rooms, save for the three of us. I could only imagine the customers gong about, buying their appliances, completely unaware that not more than 50 feet away there was an unwilling participant - bound and gagged - being held captive by the owner who watched us via a remote camera, and my captor who focused solely on me. I pulled on my bindings: my hands and arms were not able to move; the rope having no give while my feet tied together forced me to try to remain standing upright. Unable to escape or be heard, I could only extend my pelvis out to my captor as he grabbed my ass pulled me towered his mouth, who also held on to my balls with his right hand, and hold my ass in his left hand while giving me a serious blow job.

The only sound was his slurping and my breathing;  occasionally you could hear the stretching sound that the dust tape made and the belt made, along with my moaning.  Damn! The bindings were too good while my gag just wasn’t getting easier.

I soon lost myself, moving in time with his mouth. I moved my hips around in wide circles, doing a routine where I was twist and turn, push my pelvis out in time to his mouth and then repeat, over and over.  I listened to him moan and he held my balls and cock firmly, not letting me go. I moved faster, my pelvis trusts more stronger as I gave it him, harder and harder. I felt myself starting to give way, a low gradual warmth by my waist. It,… was…,  good! I twisted and struggled, and moaned loudly as the feeling spread deeper through me, growing with intensity. So,… good!  I forgot about my situation. Any minute now, I was going to surrender and let it all out, pushing my pelvis as far as I could go toward him, my waist moving more wildly, and back bending, my moaning building up, loudly and longer ….. when he stopped.  I shook my head and looked at him and watched as he stood up, his cock dripping with pre-cum.
He was truly hard, and big. I could see his heartbeat beat faster as I saw his cock pulsate. I looked up - and saw him smile with an intense look.

Any second now.

Looking at me, he suddenly moved to me, ripped off my duct tape gag and took the handkerchief stuffed in my mouth and then planted a long and lingering kiss, moving around thoroughly as we both moaned - and then, just as quickly stuffed my mouth again while ripping off and firmly wrapping another fresh round of duct tape, slowly and deliberately rubbing it on my face as if to make sure it could never get off.  “Yes -“ he said with a quiet intensity, rubbing the tape really well on my face: “call out all you want.” Stepping back and admiring his work, he looked down at this hard cock, then looking up whispered with small smile and an intense whisper, "time to do something with it." 

The moment of truth arrived.

Desperately I cried out, struggled against my bindings more than I had ever before. I moved about desperately, trying - anything! - to get the duct tape and gag off, but he merely turned me around as I struggled and bent me over the desk, saying in a harsh whisper “nobody can hear; you’re mine!” I kept calling out, trying to get help, trying to escape, but it was hopeless. Grabbing my  hip, he pulled my ass closer to him, to his solid cock. Ray then leaned in, pushing me to the desk, bent me over and  locking me in place.  He pocked his cock around my ass, rubbing between my cheeks and then, rubbing around my hole -  and then grunting as he pushed in, my struggling stopped.  I gave a sudden groan and yell, but it was useless. Bending me down he grabbed my bound hands behind my back: ‘keep struggling; it’s hot!’ and then pushed in harder and deeper.  The rhythm become constant, going in deep, back and forth, holding my wrists and he fucked, just like a machine: constant, regular and not stopping. It had been a while, and he was going to make up for it. His legs spread and pushing against my thighs; my hands bound tightly behind my back to my belt while my arms wrapped in clothesline and my feet tap together while bent over with my ass high I was kept in place by his rock hardness and his arms, forcing me on the desk and keeping me in place with his balls banging against my ass as he worked it. We grunted in time together, as he pushed in, moving with a surety of someone who knows what they want - and knows that I could do nothing about it. I then moved about, twisting my body around to see if I can get anything loose - but Ray then wrapped his arms around my torso, placing his mouth to my ears, “Stay right there.”

I tried pulling on my bindings, but Ray held them in place.  Feeling my motions, he said as he fucked on, ‘no you’re not! Not until I’m done!’ and continued pushing in, ever more harder and faster.  I moaned and try crying out, but it didn’t matter.  Then Ray pushed faster, moaning, whispering in a harsh voice ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep trying to get away! I want you to try to escape and call for help Uh -! Uh! Yes,…! You’re mine! So fucking hot! Gonna shoot in you and you can’t stop it! Can’t do anything but take it! Man, wish I had you when I was in the House! Have you every fucking night! No one could touch you - you’d be mine! Nice and tied up and gagged, have you all the time! Make you walk around like that cause you’re mine! MINE!  Oh God,  yes! Fuck you when…I…want,,,.!  Uh yes! NOW!  Yes! YES!  UHAH! UH! UH! UH! Oh God uh,…!” Suddenly he stops, his back arching and he drops his load, his head bent back and his mouth open, moaning and his stops, his cock inside.

And then, he falls forward, his sweat dripping. Ray lays on me for a moment, breathing heavily, fast. wrapping his arms around me and slightly rolling me back and forth, murmuring, ‘so good,…’ After a few minutes, Ray slowly gets up, saying “nice ass,” pulls me back and pulling me back, whispers in my ear, “your turn. I want to pay you back. Make you cum now. I’m gonna make you cum nice and hard, now you cum in me’ turns me around and reaches for my balls and then starts to suck me. I resolve, however, to resist: I wasn’t going to admit that I want this and thus I fight back, not giving in. This went on for awhile: a war of wills. Him wanting to make me to cum and me not giving in.

Standing in the office, my feet still taped together, Ray continued stroking my cock, making me uncertain and unstable as I desperately tried to stand upright while I found myself moving in time to his stroking.  Moments later, the owner came in, closing the door and looking over, asked Ray, “what’s the delay? I want to see him cum. We need a good cum shot from him if this is going to work.”

‘I’ve been trying; he’s resisting.”

Saying nothing the owner pulls out his hankerchief, pulls me away from the desk and stands behind me and then wraps it around my neck, holding it in place, puling me closer to him “You’re not going anyway until you shoot a nice, hot load. So you’d better cum. Now give Ray your cum.”

I twist around and struggle, but it’s hopeless. 

“You’re not going anywhere until Ray is done. Milk him good.  Make it shoot nice and hard so everyone can see.”Saying nothing, Ray strokes and then reaches over slowly, putting my cock into his mouth.  There only is our breathing, and the sound of Ray working me. “Show Ray you like him,” the owner whispers in my ear, as I find myself moving in time to his mouth.  I struggle more and try to call out; he pulls back slightly, the owner forces me to lean back, bending me more as my pelvis pulls out, while Ray holds my balls and continues working my cock.  I can only moan as his mouth works me over; the handkerchief firm around my neck.  

I locate the window and see the reflection; me, bond and gagged, hands tied behind my back my arms tied while my feet tied together at the ankles, my jock strap around my ankles.  I rock side to side, but it’s useless: Ray grabs my ass with both his hands and continues to suck ever more.“It’s no use; you’re gonna get milked,” the owner says in a normal voice.I look down at Ray and see him stare back at me: he really wants me to give up and give it to him. I look up at the ceiling and shake my head. The owner wanted his cum shot and unless I cooperated, I was in danger. 

I looked down at Ray; looking up at me, he also saw the danger. I had to cum but somehow wouldn't give up.  Unless I did, there was no telling what the owner would do. 

Ray saw this - and suddenly his approach changed. Moving in gentle, instant circles, slowly and yet not too slow, I feel his tongue wrapping around my cock, and gong down to my balls,... Electricity.  I feel the feeling: the warmth spreading from my waist, reaching out throughout my lower body. The handkerchief is getting tighter, though, and the owner whispers in my ear “time is running out.”

I ignore him, feeling the warmth getting stronger, I moan and shake my head as if saying ‘yes’.  Ray is consistent and persistent; he knows what he’s doing.  I looked down at Ray; it was as if he could read my thoughts and I his.  I nodded ‘yes’ and he looked down at my cock and balls, moving ever more, taking his time, being deliberate but making it even better.  I moved automatically, having no control on my motions.

The warmth is growing,… Ray watches me as I find myself starting to lose control,… The excitement overcoming my fear.  The only focus is have is my cock losing feeling. I find myself wanting to give Ray something of myself. We stare at each other. I realized that he was out and wanted somebody. Here was a protector: strong, big and willing. It was simple: my ass and cock for his protection. I felt the tension move away and the feeling rise from my base of my cock and balls,...Suddenly! My cock lets go - and I shoot.  Long and hard; my eyes open wide, I find myself on my toes, my pelvis as far out to Ray as I can, my moaning the loudest it has been, trying to call out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" with each load but instead it was just my gagged mouth barely saying "MMMPH!  MMMPH!   MMPH! MMMPH!   MMMPHH!! - each time I came.

The owner murmuring in my ears, “yes,…!” Finally, I stop. Ray then looks up at the Owner: “I want him; let me have him.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“He may call you in for rape; can’t afford that while on parole.”

Ray looked as me, “you gonna call me in?”I shake my head no, and then move my cock closer to him. Ray looks at me with understanding and then at the owner,”let me have him. He wants it.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I'm sure,” Ray says in a manner that spoke of a threat to the owner. The owner says nothing, dropping the handkerchief.

“You came looking for a friend - right?” I nod my head.“So did I. Now you got one.  I’ll take care of you if you’ll take care of me.” I nodded  my head. Ray turns to the owner, “leave us alone.”  The owner pulled off his hanker chief and saying nothing walks out of the office.

A moment of silence. Ray then started to unwrap my ankles and then, pulling off my gag, said, “I got a car out back. Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t need the money right now.”

And we did just that - and walked to his car.