The Waiting Game

He opened the door to leave the room but was surprised by the contractor in front of the doorway. Sir stopped for a moment, with the door open, showing my naked body confined to his bed. I turned my head to see the contractor looking at me, his eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. It's now that I see his boyish face with a chiseled jaw line that connected itself to a man's body. Shorter than Sir, maybe even shorter than me, but the way his grey t-shirt constricted his bulging arms before concealing them, and that he was in overalls that could be unhooked on the front, fall, and expose all of his hidden natural endowment.

"Uh, er, can I help you?" Sir asked.

The contractor's eyes were locked on my frail body spread across the bed. "Are you done yet?" He asked, "I want a turn."

He reached for his overalls and unhooked one of the buckles on the front.

Sir pushed him out of the room and pulled the door closed behind them, where I heard their muffled voices going back and forth. My heart raced and I was so confused. Had we been caught? Did he hear us? Did he know I was here? Was this planned? What was going on? They exchanged words so quickly I couldn't make it out through the door.

"Ten!" I hear Sir say clearly and sternly through the door. Then silence.

I faintly hear the sound of a glass sat down on a counter, I presume in the kitchen. Just then the door slowly opens. It's the contractor. His overalls stayed held on by the one strap in the front and ran all the way to his thick brown boots. He walked in far enough to close the door behind him, with his eyes fixed on me the whole time; never my eyes, just up and down my naked body. I felt incredibly anxious given I don't know who this guy is, and vulnerable since my wrists are secured to the bed frame -- but I was curious too. Curious about what is going to happen. I trusted Sir, rightly or not, but this was someone new. His clean shaven face and chiseled jaw line fit perfectly with his muscular arms, and he looked younger than Sir by ten years.

His face was just pure lust, with a smirk of desire and dominance. Neither of us had said a word, but he'd shared plenty of his thoughts with me through his expressions. Still standing near the closed door, he gently rubbed his bulge through his overalls. He curled his lips as he slowly scanned my body tied-wrist to toe, again and again. My cock had lost half its mast in the anxiety of getting walked in on, but as I watched the contractor grope his bulge more and more, it quickly grew back.

He noticed my cock continue to pulse and grow thicker and longer and he subtly licked his lips. I can't tell you what came over me, but I felt like I wanted to seduce him. Seduce him from this bed, with my wrists tied and legs spread, I wanted to beg for him without saying a word. I lifted my hips and rolled them against the sheets below me, grinding against the bed.

"Mm," I teased and he looked at me for the first time.

Our eyes locked, I gently nodded as I continued to writhe my hips rhythmically on the bed and I swear I heard him gently grunt under his breath, really turning me on.

Finally, he stepped forward and walked to the side of the bed and reached for his other overall buckle. I wanted his overalls to fall to his ankles, gracefully and swiftly revealing himself, but they stopped at his waist, partly hung on his bulge. He continued to rub his bulge through the jean material and reached his hand out, stroking it gently along my chest and stomach.

"Show me," I wince, glaring at his bulge.

"Turn over," he says. He speaks!

He walks to the end of the bed and in one swift move drops his overalls and kicks off his boots. As he kicks his boots off I see his thick, stubby rock hard cock flop around atop two plump low hanging balls. I'm in a trance watching this stud that I forget that he spoke!

"I said turn around! C'mon," he ordered.

I quickly wiggle my hands out of the restraints, struggling for a moment with the first one. Once I free my second wrist I quickly flip myself over and see him in just his tight fit grey t-shirt slowly stroking his thick cock, watching me intently from the end of the bed.

"Put them back on," he says.

I secure my left wrist and struggle with my right; I can't do it by myself!

"Put it on," he demands, raising his voice and rushing to the side of the bed, "only have ten minutes with you!"

Whoa, I thought. I heard Sir say 'Ten' from outside the door just a few moments before... Sir was giving the contractor ten minutes with me!

He pushed my wrist through the rope and pulled it tightly, hurting my wrist and making me wince.

"Yeah, son," he said, "I know you like that."

I grew a little worried about this guy. He didn't seem like Sir. He didn't seem like he was playing as much as he wanted to be aggressive. I was facing down and I felt him climb on top of me. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and he lifted me to be on my knees, my face pressed into the pillows, and then spread my cheeks apart before spitting a mouthful of saliva onto my hole. Before I could moan, he presses the thick mushroom tip of his stubby cock into me, penetrating me, prying my hole further than Sir ever had.

I gasped and nearly yelled, "Ahh! Ooohh!" before he shushed me.

"It's good," he said quietly, "it's good, it's good."

He pressed further into me and pried my hole further. A sharp pain crawls up my spine and I gasp and pull on the ropes, wanting to get out, wanting relief from this.

"Please, it hurts," I wince hopefully convincingly.

He withdraws his cock from my hole and I literally feel cold air inside my hole, I am gaping open! He spits again and I feel his spit land inside of me, inside my wide open hole! He presses into me and slides further than before. A huge, sudden wave of pure bliss and lust overcomes me with this thrust of his and I am totally overtaken.

"Oh, fuckkkk yessss!" I groan as he pulls my hair and continues to thrust into me.

My wrists hurt more in this position and I pull on the ropes, wanting to break free. I'm so torn between wanting to get out now or wanting this forever. This contractor began to pump relentlessly into my hole, banging the bed frame against the wall. My body feels like it begins to go numb again like it did with Sir, but this time, with a total and complete stranger! I'm helpless and in complete euphoria at the same time.

I wince with each powerful thrust of his as he repeatedly gasps and grunts with deeper thrusts. His thick cock had my hole wider than it's ever been and it felt like my body was coming apart.

Then, I couldn't believe it but he somehow picked up the pace! He slammed into my body with all of his weight over and over and over.

"Urghhh, uhhhh, ugghhhh," he grunted, progressively louder. "Yeah son, take it, take it!"

He pushed so hard into me, stretching my hole so wide I felt I couldn't breath, I couldn't make a sound, couldn't wince, nothing. I was nothing but a helpless, silent hole getting destroyed.

He stayed as far as he could inside of me and emptied his plump, low hanging semen filled balls into me. I could feel him gush and throb inside of my own body.

Finally he withdrew his cock and I felt like I could breath. I gasped harder than I had all day. Again, my hole felt cold with the air and without even seeing or touching it, it just felt like it was wide open, gaping, throbbing.

"Oh my fuck," I gasped and lowered my legs, a sharp pain following because they'd been so tense. My body laid flat again on the bed, panting, sweaty and literally filled with cum. My cold air filled hole grew warmer when I clinched as his cum warmed it from the inside.

I closed my eyes, panting like a dog, and felt the contractor climb off the bed. I heard him shuffle with his boots then his overalls.

I stayed panting in the same position and watched him walk to the door. He looked back and without hardly looking at me said, "thanks" and closed the door behind him.

I didn't know what to say or do or feel. I'd just been split apart by a complete and total stranger. Part of me felt a little gross, part of me felt really sexy.

"That was quick!" I hear Sir shout from somewhere in the apartment.

I hear a muffled reply from the contractor and could only make out, "breeding that hole."

For a few minutes I hear their muffled exchange and some laughs. I close my eyes, thinking about how fast and how hard I'd just been fucked. How exhausted I was. I tried to listen to their conversation but couldn't make out most of it. I wanted to close my eyes, I wanted to sleep, recover.

"Just for a minute," I thought as I closed my eyes and drifted off.