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Drops of sweat ran down my body, tracing lazy zigzags along the intricate shibari rope bondage that crisscrossed my entire body from top to bottom. My heart raced in anticipation as my captor removed the hood from my head and I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the bright light of the utility lamp that hung several feet from me in an otherwise dark room. I shivered despite the damp, stale warmth of the room. My weak protest was quickly muffled as my captor quickly shoved an unwashed rag in my mouth and tied it tight with a length of cloth.
I should add that I knew my captor well: Kevin was a trusted ex-employee of mine who, for a price, would indulge my kidnapping and rape fantasy down to the detail. I loved how he was a totally different person when he put his ski mask hood on. Gone was the ambitious, smiling employee I had once mentored, to be replaced by a stern, sadistic fucker who always managed to push me to my limits. Over the last year he had repeatedly tied me up, fucked me, humiliated me, even pissed on me, and I trusted him completely, and my desire for his abuse had brought me literally crawling back to him dozens of times. For a price.
A harsh slap on my ass brought me back to reality and I groaned through the gag as I arched my back, waiting for the next slap I knew was coming. Kevin wasted little time, striking me again, and I pulled against my bonds that held me tight. My wrists were held apart by a spreader bar, which was tied to what appeared to be a mechanical hoist about 15 feet above me. I could feel tension from a strap tied to the shibari ropes that crisscrossed my back, pulling me back whenever I leaned forward. My legs were useless, held apart by another spreader bar, and I could barely balance my weight on them. My discomfort was heightened the collar my captor had placed on me, tied firmly to a cinder block right below me. This forced me to stay slightly bent forward, but at least the shibari ropework helped distribute the weight along my entire body, ensuring I wasn't cutting off any circulation anywhere.
Kevin walked in front of me to enjoy the view of my naked, bound body. At forty years old, I was still in great shape thanks to a regular workout routine at the gym. My captor reached out his hand out to cup my balls, gently squeezing them as I shook my body in protest. He ignored me as he traced his hand lazily upward, teasing my cock and making unhurried zig zags up across my hairy muscular torso. He reached out with his other hand to lightly flick my nipples, then forced me chin upward to look him in the face. His mask obscured his face and I couldn't see anything other than the color of his cold gray eyes that held me in contempt, that held me in their power.
"Come here, check this out," he said to his fellow captor behind me.
Kevin and I had never discussed including other guys in this fantasy of mine, so imagine my surprise earlier today when I had found out Kevin wasn't alone this time. I had no idea who Kevin's friend was or even what he looked like. He had been a total surprise, not that I was against it.
Kevin had initiated my `abduction' fantasy the same way we usually began them. As I often did on these summer Fridays, I had started my day by tying an intricate shibari framework from my ankles up to my neck, and had worn this throughout the day, hidden beneath my work clothes. I owned my own business on the edge of an industrial park and had offered my employees the opportunity to work from home on Friday afternoons in the summer. This also offered me the opportunity to have the place to myself while they were away. I loved being able to head outside into the parking lot behind my business, surrounded by forest on three sides. I would then strip naked, exposed to the world yet safe from prying eyes, and slowly, luxuriously, fuck myself with a dildo while I jerked off and waited for Kevin to appear. Today, as expected, Kevin's pickup truck had silently rolled around the corner. He had jumped out wearing his usual mask, and minutes later I was being shoved into the bed of Kevin's truck with a hood over my head, wrists locked behind me, on my way to who knows where. So imagine my surprise when I had heard the voice of a stranger inside the vehicle with Kevin. Like I said, I was still excited by the whole prospect and wasn't going to complain. Twenty minutes later we stopped at some mystery location known only to Kevin and this stranger, and ten minutes later I was tied up like this, scared but loving every minute.
"Come on, you gotta see this, check it out," repeated Kevin.
"Check what out," replied the stranger with a gruff voice.
Kevin squeezed my jaw harder and spit in my face. I flinched as the saliva sprayed my eyes and forehead, then lazily dripped downward. I opened my eyes, hating the humiliation but turned on all the much more.
"The bitch totally fucking loves it," Kevin sneered.
"No shit," replied the stranger, stepping into view. He was naked, his hard cock jutting out from his slightly chubby, lightly hairy body. He was younger than me, maybe in his mid-twenties like Kevin was.
"Fucking spit on his face, he likes that shit," said Kevin, squeezing my jaw and forcing me to look at his friend. As the other captor leaned in I could smell his sweaty body in the warm summer air. I grimaced as he spat in my face.
"Fuck," his friend said, laughing. "I think he's getting even harder from this."
"Fuck yeah he is," said Kevin, leaning in and spitting in my face again. Satisfied, Kevin released his grip and started stripping while his friend walked out of view behind me. I tried in vain to shake the spit off of my face, but it continued to drip lazily down my blushing cheeks as I watched Kevin remove his pants and place his gun and clothes on a table in front of me. His muscular frame glistened with a light coating of sweat within the warm, dimly lit room. He was starting to get hard, and while his dick wasn't very long I knew from experience how fat it was. As Kevin walked behind me I glanced at the table in front of me, seeing a small pair of keys. He probably left them intentionally in view to taunt me.
Without saying a word, Kevin place a lubed-up finger at my asshole and I involuntarily tensed up. He ignored my muffled protests as he slowly worked his finger in and out, then replaced it with two fingers. After a minute of this foreplay he stepped forward and slowly but firmly guided his rock-hard cock into my tight, sweaty hole. My ass stretched slowly and I grimaced at the pain as he held himself in place. I arched my body as he gently rocked his short, fat cock back and forth in my hole. But the straps held me in place, tied to the shibari setup that covered my body.
"There you go..." Kevin muttered softly as he started to pick up the pace of his fucking. I moaned, my ass protesting against his fat, girthy member. I tried to tell him that it hurt a bit but the gag in my mouth made my sounds unintelligible.
"Shut it, bitch," he said with a sneer, slapping my ass again.
"Shit, you can do anything you want to him right now," said his friend with a laugh.
"Damn right."
I leaned forward against the ropes that held me in place. The force of Kevin's increasingly powerful thrusts rocked me back and forth and I struggled against the bonds holding me in place. He had tied me up securely, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Unable to do anything else, I clenched my fists in humiliation and pain.
Gradually the pain gave way to pleasure, and my moans started to reflect the pleasurable sensations I was feeling. "Yeah, liking it now, aren't you slut," taunted Kevin, gliding his hand across my muscular, hairy body to pinch an exposed nipple. My eyes flew open and I groaned in protest at the pain. Kevin's only response was to fuck me all the much harder.
I lowered my head in shame, the sweat starting to drip off my forehead. Here I was not only getting fucked like a whore, but I was loving every minute of it like a total bitch and we all knew it. I shuddered as I thought of how far Kevin might push me this time, and at how much I was sure I would enjoy it. That was right about when I noticed a fucking machine on the ground in front of me, with a huge dildo sitting next to it. I could only imagine where that was going next, and was helpless to do anything about it.
I moaned in frustration as Kevin really started to fuck me hard. My ragged groans matched his own as he gripped me tight, heat emanating between our bodies. His thrusting became more erratic and shallow, and I knew his orgasm was quickly approaching. He gripped the shibari ropework as his climax hit, and pulled my ass back to meet his body as wave after wave of his cum shot into my ass.
"Fuuuuuuuck! Take it, you fucking bitch!" he yelled. I clenched my fists and groaned, unable to do anything else. My cock was rock hard and eager for a release, yet I could only stand there, tied up, while Kevin shot his load into me. Kevin continued to moan in pleasure as his climax ended, and he held his fat cock in my ass as he gently rocked back and forth. The heat was intense, and sweat continued to drip off my body. I felt a few drops fall from his body onto mine and lazily slide down along the ropework. I didn't want this moment to end.
"Alright, your turn, Chuck," Kevin said to his friend. At least now I had a name for him. Chuck. Kevin's cock felt hot and slimy as he pulled it out, and I didn't have to wait long for Chuck to step behind me and replace him.
"Shit, this is great," said Chuck, and within a moment he positioned his cock at my ass. Thankfully he lubed it up, though he forced it in quickly. My well-fucked ass didn't put up much resistance.
Even though my ass was well-stretched, Chuck seemed determined to deny me any pleasure from this fucking. He slapped each ass cheek multiple times in quick succession, ignoring my groans as he immediately started fucking me hard. I stretched my ass back as much as the straps would allow, and within moments he was balls-deep inside of me, rocking himself back and forth.
"Fucking bitch, I bet you love this, don't you," he growled as he reached his hand around to grasp my rock-hard cock. My ass burned from being slapped and my asshole ached from his brutal fucking, but my body couldn't hide its desire. Not content just to let me enjoy myself, Chuck let his hand trail downwards to cup my balls, squeezing them hard. I groaned in pain and my erection wilted slightly.
"Shit, not too hard," said Kevin behind us.
"Fuck, man, I bet he still enjoys it. Besides, it's not like he's gonna enjoy the next part." And with that Chuck slapped me firmly and proceeded to fuck me hard.
Next part? I tried not to think too hard on what they had planned for today's abduction and rape fantasy. Ignoring the warning signs flashing in the back of my head, I willed myself to relax my ass to accommodate his brutal fucking. His cock was feeling pretty good still, yet my ass was stinging from the repeated slaps he delivered every so often to my defenseless ass. I tried to beg through the gag, to ask him to stop and just fuck me. But the gag was tied tight and I was unable to get any word out. I was his bitch for the moment and we both knew it.
"Fuck," he gasped as he continued to fuck me. He thankfully stopped slapping my ass only to thrust in completely and grind his cock in and out. I enjoyed this change of pace until he reached his hand up to my nipple and pinched hard. I arched my head back and screamed in pain, which he ignored.
"That's it," he rasped as he continued to grind his dick in and out, "clench that ass hard as I fuck you." He pinched hard again, and I involuntarily squeezed my ass.
"Keep it clenched like a good whore and maybe I'll be nicer," he sneered, slapping my ass hard. "Maybe."
Chuck continued to fuck me as I squeezed down hard throughout it all. I felt both pain and pleasure as my rock-hard cock bobbed back and forth with each thrust. Kevin walked around in front of me, watching me take each thrust. His mask couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he held up a small vibrator and turned it on. The straps held me in place as he slowly lowered it to my erect cock. Within seconds it was vibrating against my cock, sending waves of pleasure washing over my body.
"Like that, don't you," said Kevin.
"Shit, he must like it, he's really milking my dick good with his ass," replied Chuck.
"Ever hear of a ruined orgasm, boss?" taunted Kevin as he continued to hold the vibrator up to my very sensitive cockhead. I was, in fact, aware of what a ruined orgasm was. I had seen the videos of men being jerked off and brought to the verge of cumming, only to have their orgasm yanked away at the last second as their penile stimulation stopped. I had seen them groan or howl in frustration as the cum dribbled out of their cocks without the pleasure of any orgasm at all. I had never talked about this with Kevin before, but apparently that's what he had in mind for today. My eyes went wide as I looked him in the face.
"Yeah, that's right, I'm going to bring you right to the edge, you're not going to enjoy it at all, and you can do anything about it" taunted Kevin. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, moaning as Kevin cupped the head of my cock in his hands and pressed the vibrator tight against it, rocking it back and forth.
There was no escaping the pleasure that forced me closer and closer to orgasm, just as there was no escaping the fucking I was receiving from Chuck. My orgasm approached closer and closer as Kevin continued his massaging and Chuck continued his fucking. Closer and closer, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked Kevin in the eyes, shaking my head, hoping he would stop. He ignored me quietly, grinning the whole time. My breaths grew ragged as my orgasm approached. Maybe Kevin wouldn't pull away in time and I'd cum. Maybe. I shut my eyes and held my breath.
Only for Kevin to remove his hands and the vibrator right before my orgasm hit. I opened my eyes and screamed in frustration, looking down to watch the cum ooze out of my cock, devoid of any pleasure or feeling. The only feeling I had was a feeling similar to pissing. That, and the burning in my ass as Chuck continued to fuck me.
"Don't stop squeezing, bitch," Chuck rasped, slapping me hard on the ass. I squeezed and moaned in frustration, realizing that Chuck was going to get off while I was going to get nothing at all.
"Oh come on, you can cum more than that, boss" chided Kevin, bringing the vibrator up to my still-hard cock. I shook my head, eyes wide open in rage as I watched him turn the vibrator back on.
Kevin cupped the head of my cock again and ground the vibrator into my slick, slimy cock as Chuck's breathing became more ragged and his thrusts became more erratic. I stopped caring about the stinging in my ass. I stopped caring about the pain and pleasure from Chuck's fucking. I barely noticed as Chuck reached up to pinch my nipple hard again. My only thoughts were of the vibrations on my cock, bringing me once again to the verge of an orgasm. I watched Kevin's face, hoping for a sign of the sympathy I knew wasn't coming. My eyes were glued to his, not caring at the pathetic mewling sounds I was making, as my orgasm quickly approached. I hoped he might let me cum this time, yet knew in my heart what was about to happen.
"Sh...shit," Chuck gasped, as he buried his cock into my ass. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He gripped me tight as he started to cum inside of me.
I was almost about to cum as well, and Kevin removed his hand and the vibrator in one quick motion right at the last second. The room was filled with Chuck's groans of pleasure and my groans of frustration, and I watched as my cum dribbled uselessly out of my cock for the second time. With a muffled cry of despair I clenched my ass around Chuck's cock. It just wasn't fair. I loved it. I hated it. So I responded with the only part of my body I had any control over and clenched my ass tight, feeling Chuck's cock spasm and twitch.
After what felt like several minutes but couldn't have been more than a few moments, Chuck released his grip and slid his cock out of me. Kevin scooped up some cum from the tip of my cock. I jerked at the touch to my sensitive cock head, then strained against the unyielding straps as he brought his cum-covered hand up to wipe against the side of my face.
"Let's get him in position for the next part," Kevin said. Shit, what humiliation could he possibly have to top that? Then I remembered the fucking machine, and I dreaded where this was going.
Using the hoist that was holding my arms up, Chuck pulled on the straps and lifted my body as Kevin released my back strap and flipped me around. Chuck then lowered me down to the ground as Kevin tied my ankle spreader to another hoist at the ceiling. I was left dangling, my back touching the ground but my arms and legs pulled up uselessly in front of me. I could struggle but couldn't go anywhere.
"I'll get the machine set up," said Chuck, as Kevin knelt beside my head on one knee and gripped my chin, looking me straight in the eyes. His cock was inches from my face in this position, and I shivered as I looked past it and saw the contempt in his expression. He was usually pretty caring after he had fucked me, but this time seemed much different. What the hell did he have planned for me?
"Ok, listen up Tom, here's the deal," said Kevin, though he hesitated as he looked at me, the furrow on his brow shifting to a smirk on his face. "Shit, boss, sorry, you're covered in sweat, you must be really hot in here. Let me get you something to drink before we talk. Well, before I talk."
He remained kneeling on one knee yet straightened up and pointed his cock at my mouth. Before I could realize what was about to happen he started pissing, and I felt the warmth of his piss spread through the gag. The taste was awful with the strong, salty rankness of his hot piss mixing with the unwashed taste of the old rag. I was gagging but couldn't move my head to escape Kevin's stream. With anger and despair, I swallowed my first mouthful of his piss and stopped struggling. And the piss kept coming, flooding my mouth.
"Alright," Kevin began, still pissing, "you and I have had a lot of fun in the past, but things are going to change. The price for our little get-togethers just went up. I want $1000 every time now for Chuck and I to split. And we'll call you when we're ready to do this again, not the other way around. I expect you're not too happy with this change of arrangement but you're really not in any position to argue, alright? Since I'm a nice guy I'm going to leave you for a bit and give you some time to think it over." He stopped pissing and released my chin, then stood up.
I finally stopped retching, though couldn't escape the taste of Kevin's piss that was soaking through my gag. I tried to shake my head side to side to reposition the rag somewhat but it was no use. I was feeling fairly miserable at that moment, due to the piss, the ruined orgasm, and this turnabout from Kevin. I didn't know whether it was real or just an elaborate act. My body ached and I moaned helplessly as I clenched my fists in anger, confusion, and shame.
"There, all done," said Chuck. "Hey, Kevin, which dildo do you want to start with?"
"Just the normal size one for now, then we can move up in size if he's going to be difficult," replied Kevin. I could see him getting dressed out of the corner of my eye. "I'm going to go get some beer, you wait here with him, ok?"
It was then that I started to feel panic growing in the pit of my stomach. Kevin had never left me alone in our BDSM sessions before, and now he was going to not only leave me, but leave me with a complete stranger.
"Ok dude, get some good beer this time, not that watery shit you got last time" replied Chuck. I felt him position a lubed up dildo against my hole and was unable to resist as he pushed it inside of me. I looked down at him and shook my head in protest as he turned the machine on, and groaned as the dildo started fucking me in and out. Chuck set it for a vigorous pace, which I normally would have enjoyed. As it was, my hole was already pretty well fucked and it wouldn't take long for me to become quite sore from this. Not that I could do or say anything to stop it. I was completely at Chuck's mercy.
"Alright boss, you behave," said Kevin as he left the room. I moaned in anger and fear through my piss-soaked gag as I watched him leave the room, then heard a door slam. Moments later I heard his van start up and roll away. I was alone and tied up with a complete stranger.
"So it's just you and me now," said Chuck softly, kneeling beside me. He was still naked, and I looked up past his flaccid cock to his masked face. I could see dominance and desire in his eyes. I moaned slightly in fear as he roamed a hand over my defenseless body and pinched a nipple. At least it was a light pinch this time. Chuck seemed content just to enjoy his power and not abuse it as he gently ran his hands up and down over my body for several moments.
"Yeah, problem is," said Chuck slowly after a minute, "I know Kevin likes you still, kinda. I know he loves my cock and prefers getting fucked by me, but like, he still talks about how much he likes being on top for a change when it comes to fucking you. But the problem is, I know he's willing to be patient with you while we help you see things our way." Chuck kept tracing the shibari ropework throughout all of this and stopped to squeeze my balls hard this time. I groaned in pain.
"Me, though," continued Chuck ignoring my plight, "I'm not inclined to be patient. I just want my fucking money. It's Friday night and I've still got a few loads left in me that need to make their way up Kevin's ass. So how about you agree to our demands when Kevin gets back, give us our fucking money, and we'll all be a little happier?" I just glared at him in defiant anger for several moments, my body rocking ever so slightly from the back and forth thrusting of the mechanical fucking machine. I was still reeling at this change of events but knew I wasn't going to give in just like that.
"See," said Chuck, scowling at my defiance, "I told Kevin it was a waste to be nice to you at first." He stood up and walked towards the fucking machine. My eyes went wide as he picked up a large dildo. Huge, actually, and covered with bumps across its 12-inch length. I started moaning and struggling as Chuck knelt between my stretched legs and turned off the fucking machine. My current dildo was removed and roughly replaced with a much bigger, knobby invader. Without any warning or extra lube, Chuck turned the machine on.
I yelled more in anger than in pain as the large, studded dildo worked itself in and out of my stretched asshole. I looked up at Chuck, trying to plead with him through the gag. The pain wasn't unbearable. Not yet. But I knew I wouldn't' be able to last long like this.
"I think about 30 minutes of this should sweeten that shitty disposition of yours," Chuck said with an evil grin. I clenched my fists in rage as he smirked at me, then groaned in anger and humiliation as Chuck stood right over my face, aimed his dick at my face, and started pissing all over me. He didn't aim it towards my mouth like Kevin had done, but plenty of it still soaked my gag while the rest splattered across my face. I was coughing and gagging all throughout. After his stream subsided I opened my eyes in anger to see him shaking off the last drops of piss, which landed on my forehead.
"I'm going to go call Kevin, tell him to take his time and get a pizza or something. You don't go anywhere now, you hear?" I watched helplessly as Chuck picked up his pants and pulled them on, then pulled out his phone and started dialing. He walked towards the doorway and moments later I heard a door slam shut. I was alone in the room while this huge dildo continued to drill my aching ass.
I struggled against my bonds, both tired and scared now. I didn't know if it was any use but had to fight back somehow and try to free myself. I moaned in anger and frustration as my ass started to burn from the nonstop stretching and drilling it was receiving. My cock was hard again despite or maybe because of the abuse. Un-fucking-believable.
Then I remembered the keys on the table. Sure, my wrists and ankles were tied to spreader bars and locked quite firmly in place. But, I realized, the lock to my cuffs was pretty close to my hands. If only I could reach the keys, maybe I could reach the keys to the lock and free myself.
The table was more or less right next to me, though I couldn't lean up and to the side far enough to reach the keys. I shook and struggled against my bonds to no avail.
That's when I noticed a detail I had previously missed regarding the strap that was tied to the spreader bar at my wrist. It was hard to notice, but my eyes caught a glimpse of a frayed section of the strap, right next to the hoist, several feet above me. I remembered back to my first session with Kevin, when he had deliberately cut the strap part-way. He had told me that if anything incapacitated him while I was tied up, I should be able to struggle enough to break the strap and free myself. This appeared to be the same strap. With a rising sense of hope and determination I realized that if I pulled hard enough, maybe I could break it and free myself.
I gritted my teeth through the piss-soaked gag and pulled down with all my might. Suspended as I was, this had the effect of pulling me away from the dildo slightly. I released the tension on my wrist straps and realized too late that I was now rocking back towards the huge dildo that was still fucking my ass. I groaned in pain as my body swayed back and forth slightly and the huge dildo fucked me deeper. As bad as this was, I moaned in frustration and despair as I realized I'd have to do this again, that this was my only chance out of this bondage setup I was in. Mustering myself, I pulled down again hard and released. Down again, followed by a release. Back and forth I rocked, creating tension in the strap, hopefully weakening the frayed section. I bit down on the piss-soaked gag and shut my eyes tight at the additional fucking I was causing for my aching ass. The dildo was painful and relentless but I had to keep going. It was my only chance out.
Back and forth I went, my body covered in sweat and piss, when suddenly to my surprise the strap broke! I landed on the ground with a soft thud, and my eyes opened wide and immediately went to the doorway of the room I was in. I lay there for several moments, not daring to move, the only sound being the fucking machine that continued to piston in and out. But Chuck hadn't heard my light crash and didn't come to investigate the sound.
Painfully, I swung my arms down towards my waist and planted one hand on the ground to my left, the other held awkwardly up in the air by the spreader bar. I pushed myself back, stretching my legs as much as I could away from the fucking machine, and managed to push my body several inches back. The huge invader thankfully popped out of my ass but was still fucking back and forth, the head of the dildo crashing against my tender asshole. I involuntarily clenched tight, not wanting it to go back in. I could feel it continue to move back and forth, just barely causing my sphincter to open with each thrust. I realized I was still hard throughout all of this. Maybe it was the shibari ropework that was wrapped tightly around my cock, possibly acting like a cock ring. That had to be it, I told myself. It could be that I liked this abuse.
I lay there silently for a moment, listening for any sounds from outside. Nothing. I awkwardly reached up for the keys but could barely reach the edge of the table. Frantically, I grabbed onto the table with one hand and pulled myself up towards it. Unfortunately I realized to late that this shifted my body to the point that the dildo was stabbing my balls, and I released my grip on the table in pain and rolled back to the floor. The dildo was now fucking right above and alongside my still-hard cock.
"Hey!" yelled Chuck from outside, banging on the door, "Fucking quit your struggling or so fucking help me I'll come back in there and really show you what it's like to struggle!" I froze in shock and horror for several moments, staring at the doorway to the room I was in and silently praying like I had never prayed before. I realized I had stopped breathing for several moments and inhaled as quietly as I could. After several moments of nothing happening, I fought against a wave of lightheadedness that overtook me, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Mustering my strength, I reached up to the table again and frantically felt for the keys. The dildo lightly punched against my inner thigh this time, and I ignored it as I awkwardly ran my hands over the table top. I panicked for a moment, then finally felt them! Grabbing them in one hand, I rocked myself slowly down to the floor and carefully tried to unlock myself. I almost panicked when I realized the keys wouldn't reach the lock, then realized I could bring the keys to my mouth and holdd them with my teeth. Holding them awkwardly, I brought the key to the lock that held my left wrist to the spreader bar. It took several moments, but I finally felt the key slide into the lock. With a twist of my arms and head, I managed to turn the key in the lock and felt the straps on my left hand release. I was partially free!
Moving quickly yet as quietly as I could manage, I freed my other wrist from the spreader bar and lay it quietly to my side. I sat up gingerly and reached past the still-thrusting fucking machine to unlock my ankles, wincing as the dildo lightly stabbed my balls again. Once free, I quietly shuffled myself backwards and untied my gag, then carefully stood up.
I heard nothing but the sound of the fucking machine, endlessly going back and forth. The air was otherwise still and stagnant in the dimly lit room. Unbelievably, my cock was still hard through all of this. Unbelievable. Could it have been the adrenaline pumping through my body? I had never been so scared or felt so abused in all my life, yet felt indescribably aroused at the same time.
I looked down at the table which contained only a gun and Chuck's shirt. I quickly picked up the gun, only to find to my surprise a note underneath. I picked it up.
`Congratulations on breaking free! Come join us outside' it said.
What. The. Fuck.
I looked towards the door, my mouth open wide in disbelief. I heard nothing. I looked back at the note and reread it, wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me. What the fuck did this mean? Had Kevin planned all of this? Not knowing whether to be nervous or angry or relieved, I tiptoed out the doorway into another dimly lit room. I crossed the room and carefully grabbed the door knob. My heart was beating in my chest and my throat felt dry. I nervously swung the door open and peeked outside.
"Hey, congrats Tom, glad you made it out!" said a familiar voice. Kevin was sitting about 20 feet away in a lawn-chair, and Chuck was sitting next to him. They were both situated on a crumbling concrete driveway which led through a dense forest, and were calmly drinking a beer. Kevin raised his in my direction and grinned.
"Cheers, boss!" he said. I didn't know whether to hug him or kill him.
"Glad you got out, man," said Chuck. I realized my heart was beating furiously in my chest when I looked at him. He was still wearing his mask, but I could see a sheepish grin on his face.
"I hope you didn't get too freaked out," continued Kevin.
"What the fuck!" I yelled, finding my voice. I raised the gun, yet didn't point it at them.
"Whoa, calm down, calm down," Kevin said, raising his hands, "it was all an act, we were outside here the whole time. I was going to head inside in a few minutes if you didn't break free."
"What the fuck was all that shit you did to me!" I yelled. "How the fuck was that an act?!?"
"Dude, relax, you said you always wanted a `real' kidnapping fantasy, right?"
"Yeah, but shit, that fucking hurt!"
"And everything else we've done during our little sessions hasn't hurt? Dude, I've slapped you, punched you, done all kinds of shit before. This wasn't that much worse."
And you know what? It wasn't really any worse, not really. But I was still pissed. "But I always knew that shit wasn't real before!"
"Yeah, but I think the whole scenario really excited you, look," said Kevin, pointing towards my crotch. I looked down. My cock was still rock hard.
"That's not..." I began to say, embarrassed now.
"The fuck it isn't," Kevin interrupted, as Chuck tried to hide a grin with his beer bottle. I scowled, lowering the gun.
"Look, Chuck and I here..." began Kevin.
"And Chuck's not my real name, just so you know" interrupted Chuck, reaching out a hand to clasp Kevin's shoulder.
"Yeah," continued Kevin. "look, Chuck and I wanted to give you a realistic fantasy. I don't know really know how much longer I can keep doing this with you if I'm seeing someone else. Not that this has to be the last time. But Chuck was curious what these sessions were like, and he wanted to see it first-hand, and..."
"And we wanted to surprise you, figured you of all people would enjoy this scenario, which you did" said Chuck, gesturing towards my hard cock. "So come on over, sit down, have a beer and calm down some, alright?"
Fuck. I was still both relieved and angry, but much less angry now. I looked down at the gun. "Is this thing even loaded?" I asked.
"No," replied Kevin, "It's for show just like everything else. Come sit down next to us and have a beer, damnit, let's cool down." Kevin pulled out a third lawn chair from behind him and patted it, then pulled a beer out of the cooler next to him.
I exhaled slowly, just staring at him and shaking my head. Part of me wanted to yell bloody murder at him and yet part of me had to admit I had really enjoyed a lot of what we just did. I inhaled deliberately. I was never much one for hugging and affection during aftercare. A beer, I figured, would suffice for right now.
An hour later I was quite relaxed from my second beer and was being carefully guided out of the van. I couldn't see anything because the hood was back on my head, and had to rely on Kevin as he guided me. I stepped gingerly down to the asphalt as he steadied me, grabbing the shibari ropework for support. I had to rely on him seeing as how my hands were cuffed again behind me. If it hadn't been for the beers, I don't know how I'd have let them cuff me again so quickly.
"Alright, on your knees," he said almost gently.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked as I lowered myself to the ground. I was hard again and didn't want to scuff my dick against the asphalt.
"Sure is, got to keep the scenario real." Once on my knees, Kevin gently lowered me down to the ground and pulled the hood off. The summer sun still shown through the trees that surrounded my back lot, though I could tell it would be getting dark soon. Kevin unlocked my cuffs and firmly guided my wrists behind my head.
"Clasp your fingers behind your neck. Wait until we leave, then count to 30 and don't move until you're done counting."
"Yes Sir."
"Oh, and here, Chuck and I left some beer for you," he said with a smirk, placing a water bottle next to my face. Beer? What the fuck was this?
Without further discussion, Kevin walked back to the van, got inside, and drove off. I lay there obediently until I couldn't hear their vehicle anymore, then counted to thirty. Once done, I unclasped my hands and got up.
Everything was as I had left it. My clothes, my phone and wallet, were all sitting by the back loading dock of my building, carefully hidden. I walked over to them and picked up my phone.
Kevin had told me he hadn't accepted the money transfer this time, that this time was free on account of everything being so unexpected. I looked at the transaction I had sent him inside my cash transfer app. Five hundred dollars was a lot of money. I thought of what he had told me during our rape scenario. My cock grew rock hard as I typed my info into the cash transfer app. One thousand dollars was also a lot of money, but I could afford it. And it had fucking been worth it. I hit send.
I walked back to the water bottle Kevin left me. Beer, he had said. I picked it up and smelled it, the unmistakable smell of piss coming from it. Shit, I grinned, recycled beer was more like it. I walked to my car, carrying the bottle of piss with me. Leaning back against the trunk, I started to jerk off as I brought the bottle up to my lips. Maybe I'd send a $50 tip for their parting gift.