The Maintenance Man

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.

Cocked Leashed for The Congregation

This takes place prior to the previous chapter, giving background and explaining as to how he was taking prisoner not only by the maintenance man, but by his own uncontrolled desires.

 It was quiet; most everybody had left for the weekend.  I tried sleeping but I couldn’t: I was horny again. Getting up I put on my jock strap, athletic shoes, white socks and a  sweatshirt.  I stood in front of a mirror for a moment, seeing the large bulge in my jock strap.  My heart was racing:  didn’t need to do any laundry, I just wanted him.

Closing the door behind me, I took the stairways.  This time, I wasn’t bringing my shorts or the laundry basket: I was going as is; I was so hot I couldn't control it. My heart pound and my blood flowed.  I felt more like my cock was doing the walking and moving - and I was just tagging along. Although a bigger part of me didn’t want to take the chance of appearing like this  in front of my neighbors at this time, a growing part of me really didn’t care. - and rather enjoyed it.  I haven't felt this way since I moved in here several months ago! 

When I last met the maintenance man, it was hot - and during those moments, I founded I wanted to fuck (and more!) in front of people: have an audience. Things changed: now it wasn’t same; it was a hunger. I wanted to walk around in the early morning hours like this, looking for my lover, making myself more easily available for him to have.

I made it down to the basement maintenance office.  The door was closed and locked,  as I tried opening it.  Inside, I could a radio softly playing - but no response. Frustrated I stalked around the building, no longer caring if I ran into anyone. But just to be sure, I took the stairs, walking from one end of the apartment floors to others just i case I could catch him in the stairs.

Walking through the 5 floors up and down,… going around hallways, listening first if there was anyone coming; hearing little sound from  the apartments I passed, I covered just about every inch that I could try: the rear loading dock, looking down the hallway toward the front door leading into the street; the rooftop patio (it was a warm summer night); the laundry room - everywhere.

No sign of him.

I felt a drop in my cock. Disappointment reigned.  I was even getting angry; he’s not around! My desire turning into frustration being denied satisfaction. 

I decided to return to my apartment, thinking on my options.  I had little desire to go on the chatline (bunch of wankers!).  I could go online instead and see if could find nobody to visit,…or I could just jerk off and revisit this some other time.  

As I turned into my hallway, he was standing by my doorway!

“Hey, I was looking for you, too!” He half whispered. He stood in front of me, wearing a ripped t-shirt, worn workboots, a tool belt with some tools, maybe some rope and some other items I couldn’t tell… and little else. He stood there nude from the waist down; his cock already hard and throbbing.

It was huge.

As I approach him slowly with my mouth slightly opened, he smiled: “looks like we got the same idea - except you still got that jock strap on.”

I looked at what he was looking at: my heart raced again and with that, my cock had grown again, rapidly filling up real estate as my jock strap was tight - and in a moment, already getting wet at the very tip. I stood close to him as he reached over, cupping his hands on my balls, squeezing ever so slightly,…

I gave a start and murmured and purred: “Uhhhhh,…yes!" as he softened his grip and massaged my balls ever so well; I moved about, swiveling my waist around and moving up and down wile he kept his hand still, letting me enjoy the pleasure of his hand rubbing on my hard cock.

“You know what they say?”

‘“Mmmmmm what?” I murmured as I found myself moving about again, swiveling my hips ever so slightly, moving up and down in time wiht his hands. So good,… 

“A hard-on never lies.”

“Mmmmm, yes!"

“I like my hand on your balls,” he said matter of factly as we stood in the early morning hours in the apartment hallway. I didn’t care if somebody were to open their door and see two guys together: the two of us half nude, with him playing with my balls and cock and my standing close to him, pushing my pelvis toward him to receive his touch. I stood there and found myself started to move about, swiveling my hips slowly as I looked at him with my eyes half closed and my mouth open over so slightly,…

“God, you’re doing it again,….” he said in a harsh whisper.

“What am I doing?”

"Dancing,... like that. So...fucking hot!"

He then reached over and kissed me, running  his tongue in my mouth and all around while stroking my cock. He then pulled down my jock strap just down my bottom of my ass, leaving my cock and balls free from my jock strap. He then continued. I could only stand there, murmured, “mmmmmmm” as he continued kissing and then stopped, pulling back and then taking his other hand and running it along the back of my head as he kissed and stroked even harder,…
“MMMph!” I pulled back: “Wait! I want to cum later!”

“Ok,… so,… how about something a little different?”

“What?” I noticed  he kept on stroking me, distracting me; I couldn’t think right.

“Well,  I’m on duty but practically nobody is in so, I was wondering if you’d like to try something different.”

“Well,” I said as my hips continues their movement of his hand: “MM! That feels so good,…what do you have in mind.”

“I’d like to really fuck you good.”

“Mm-hm.” I wasn’t going to argue. I was by now standing on my tiptoes, with my legs wide open.

“Open up my apartment, let’s go inside.”

“Ok.”

He stroked me for another minute, slowing down until I eased myself down. I sighed and turned to open the door. 

He then walked in behind as he closed the door. He then reached over and caressed my ass, running his hands up and down. I stopped and leaned back on him as he wrapped his arms around me, his face into my head and hair, while my hands reached behind him, and found his incredible hard cock as he said to me: “I took some viagra before I came here. Figure I’m gonna need for what I have in store for you!”

“Mmmm; nice.” I just enjoyed stroking his cock,…

“You want some? It’ll keep you hard as I’ll give you multiple blow jobs.”

“Yes!”

“Good; glad you agree,..” and then suddenly he grabbed my wrists and started to wrap something around them; I then felt a buckle with some kind of lock put in place as I couldn’t get them apart. “what,..?” I asked when he then stuffed an object into my mouth and pulled me back toward him so that I couldn't spit it out,...a ball gag! I felt the click, as the gag was locked into place. We struggled: he pushed me steadily toward the couch and I struggled to stop him, but he was too strong and tall.  He then forced me to kneel down, wrapping some rope around my arms.  I noticed he was taking his time, wrapping me tightly and deliberately. I struggled and tried calling out, but he replied, “go ahead: nobody’s around. It’s late.” 

It was a set up: he knew and planned this all out. He found a way for me to invite him in so as to take total control.I tried calling out “Rape!” “Rape!” - but it only came out as “MMph!”  MMMPH!”

He then pushed me onto a chair I had; it was an antique wooden chair with no arms: perfect for binding me.  In minutes, I was tied to the chair, with my feet then tied wide apart, firmly on the chair legs. I pulled and pushed on my bindings; tried pushing out my ball gag while my legs were not able to get away from the a chair.  I found myself  in a very exposed position: my legs wide wide, my mouth firmly gagged while my hands and arms were held tight. I was not only bound and gagged, but my balls and cock were wide open to his control. I desperately called out: “MMMMPH!  MMMPH!  MMMPH!” but it was no good. He not only got access into my apartment, but now he had me totally bound and gagged. I was going to get raped in my own place!  Must,…try,…!

It was hopeless.

He then spoke: “the laundry room was a lot of fun, but now it’s time to get serious." He then stood in front of me, looking down at me with a look of total command and dominance.

Standing up in front of me was his cock, huge and rock hard.  Inches from my face he slowly stroked it and said to me;  “I’m going to fuck you good. Nobody’s around and I got you tied up real nice. I’m going to keep it hard just for you. See this? it’s gonna get inside you good and hard! I want to just stroke it and explode in your face, but I’m gonna save it and not waste my jizz: I’m gonna make sure my cock gets inside you real deep just to let you know that you’re mine and nobody else!” Going to the kitchen he came back with a glass of water.  Taking a pill from his tool belt, he then held it up and said to me: “I’m going to take off your gag and you’ll take this pill. Don’t worry: it’s the same one that I took. It’ll make your cock nice and hard and make it last a long time. And just so we don’t get any ideas,…” he placed the pill down on the table next to the chair, reached down to the chair and between my legs, running his hand slowly up my thighs, and then slowly fondled and grabbed by balls, whispered: “don’t even think of calling for Help.  Even though nobody’s here, I‘m not taking any chances. Just you remember: I got you by your balls.  Understand?”

I nodded in agreement.  In a moment my gag was out and before I could say anything he placed the pill in my mouth followed by the glass of water, commanding me to drink. This he did - and then suddenly my gag was back on, nice and tight.

He then sat down and watched me with a powerful intensity. 

“You know,” he stated, “back in the ancient days, conquering armies would take slaves while some soldiers who would take prisoners and make them their slave sex. Take them along their campaigns and get pleasure. I’ve taken you prisoner; you're mine. Tonight, when I’m done with you, you’re just gonna be a rag doll sitting on top of my still hard cock. Don’t worry: I’m gonna  take care of you and drain you out completely. But you’ve never experience what I’m about to give you. You got this?”

I nodded.

"In the meantime, we have a party to go to tonight; you're the guest of honor."

My eyes opened wide at this. I then shook my head back and forth, trying to call out,...

"MMMPH! MMMPH!" 

"Well, you don't have much of a say in this; let's just say it'd be rude for you to decline," saying with a big smile.

I try my bindings more, try calling out again, struggle in the chair - no good.

“Now we have to kill some time until the pill takes effect; once it does, then the real fun begins. Got any ideas on how you want to do that?”

“MMMPH!  MMMPH!!! MMMPH!!!”

He smiled and then reaching over fondling my balls, he quietly said to me: “I captured you; you’re my prisoner now. I’m looking forward to cumming inside you. Plus, tonight you'll be making some new friends."

I struggled more, but it was useless. He merely smiled. "Now you get it. So here's tonight's fun:  We're gonna go to an apartment where there are other people who like to fuck around with other guys like us, only this time, you're gonna dance for us and then I'll fuck you in front of everybody - repeatedly. Don't worry; you got a very nice cock and some of us are gonna enjoy it. 

 "And the best part is that we have plenty of time. So in a couple of minutes, we're gonna take  tour of the building: I'll be walking in front of you using a cock leash that you'll be getting, so you don't get any idea about calling out for help or trying to escape."

"I'm gonna fuck you while everyone else is gonna suck you. Consider it as a welcoming gift. Now, let's get ready to go!"

I now wondered if I should've taken the blow job in the laundry room,...!