"What the...?"
I came to, naked and tied to a chair, blindfolded. What had happened? I remember walking into my apartment and closing the door, and then...nothing until now.
I could hear movement around me, one...no two people at least. Before I could say anything else a knife was pressed to my throat.
"Where is the money?"
"Wh...what money?"
"Don't fuck us around, where is the money?"
I had no idea what he was talking about. I hardly had any money in the bank, let alone in lying around in the apartment. I couldn't even afford the rent on my own which is why I'd taken in David (he hates being called Dave). We'd known each other a few years and his broad sexual appetites unnerved me at times, but he was a good guy and we'd helped each other out of a hole. Anyway, where the hell was he? I hoped he was OK.
"Look, please, I don't have any money in the house, just take whatever you want and go!"
A stinging slap knocked my head sideways. The knife was pressed to my throat again. I had never been so scared in my life.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything!" I was nearly in tears.
Whispers. The two were conferring, only one of them had spoken to me. The same voice came out of my darkness.
"If you don't have any money, then we'll take something more precious from you"
What the hell did he mean by that? Before I had a chance to think about it, I felt soft fabric against my right hand, tied-up by my side. It pushed into my hand and rubbed slowly up and down. There was a bulk under the fabric, it felt soft but hot. I suddenly realised it was a penis. One of the men was rubbing his crotch against my hand.
"What the...?" I said again, and tried to move my hand away. Again the knife was at my throat.
"Listen carefully honey, you don't have a lot of choices here, so play along and be nice and we promise you'll enjoy yourself". He didn't need to spell out the alternative.
Now I'm straight. I've never entertained thoughts of being with other men although natural curiosity made me wonder from time to time what it would be like with another man. David, as I said, had broad appetites and sometimes brought home men as well as women. The walls aren't thick in the apartment so I could hear everything going on and I have to admit that listening to two guys going hard did occasionally make my own cock stir. I always wondered how he effortlessly got so many people into his bed. I was single and always found picking up really hard.
But now I was faced with a situation completely beyond my control. The voice was right, what choice did I have?
"Feel it" said the voice.
I was already feeling it up against my hand but I knew what he meant. Tentatively, I closed my hand around the still-soft flesh and squeezed gently. This isn't so bad, I kept trying to tell myself but I wasn't quite buying it. The man's hips shifted and his penis was replaced by his balls. Without instruction this time, I felt and squeezed. A small sigh escaped the man's lips and I realised that this wasn't the talker.
He moved away and my hand was suddenly empty. Naively, I thought, hoped, that was all they were going to do, but immediately the talker's penis was in my left hand. Still clothed but hot and getting hard.
"That's it honey, get it hard" he said softly.
I felt and squeezed, all the time telling myself that this wasn't happening. The penis was growing under my touch and soon the fabric was starting to strain. The fact that it was my hand turning him on caused the tiniest shiver in my groin. The panic in my head subsided the tiniest bit and the urgent voice trying to block this all out seemed slightly fainter.
He pulled away quickly and I heard rustling on either side of me. Without warning, a naked, semi-erect penis was placed into my right hand. Boy it was hot. I didn't dare pull away but I didn't do anything until I was commanded to feel it again.
With my eyes covered, my sense of touch was heightened. I could feel every bump, ridge and vein as it grew in my hand. I realised it was uncircumcised, like mine. It started moving back and forward gently and I gripped tighter, letting him fuck my hand. I had a hot, hard penis in my hand. What the hell was going on, and why did that thought give me another little shiver?
My left hand was also filled now and I was able to compare the two. The talker's penis was smaller and circumcised, but the one in my right hand felt huge. I released my grip a little and felt the length as it moved through my hand. Fuck it was long too! I had masturbated enough times with that hand to know what my 7" dick felt like and this was at least a couple of inches longer, or so it seemed with my eyes covered.
I was still terrified, even though I kept getting these shivers from holding hot, hard and, oh wow, throbbing cocks in my hands (did I just think "oh wow"?). But I was starting to get used to the feeling and didn't mind too much when the man on the right rested his now naked balls in my hand again. I felt the weight of them this time and I was not surprised that they felt big and heavy. "Full of cum" - the thought flashed through my mind and my penis gave an involuntary twitch.
They must have seen this because they both pulled away. I tensed up, scared again.
"Don't worry honey, you're starting to relax. We'll help you."
Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I wondered how many robbers called you "honey" but anxiety kept me from thinking too clearly.
Four hands began to caress my body, moving all over my arms, torso and legs. Despite my predicament, I couldn't help but enjoy it. I was imagining two beautiful girls doing this to me. My fear subsided some more and I began to relax. The person on my right took my hand and massaged the area between my thumb and forefinger. It felt bizarrely intimate and the hand briefly interlocked fingers with mine. It was like a jolt of electricity that ran through my hand, up my arm and straight down to my groin. I squirmed.
The movements of both sets of hands were becoming increasingly sexual. My nipples were gently tweaked and the hands moved into my inner thighs. Even though I was still nervous about where this was heading, I couldn't help but get hard. My mouth felt dry.
Just as the hands were about to reach my penis, they stopped. I was removed from the chair (although my arms were still tightly secured) and lowered gently into a kneeling position, "so we can get to all of you". Now, one pair of hands was massaging my ass, sliding up my back, down my legs, now slipping gently into the crack, brushing my anus. At that, my mouth dropped open in the first noise of sexual pleasure since my ordeal started. I say "ordeal", but I couldn't hide it from myself that I was enjoying this now. Two men were pleasuring me, I was hard and wanted to get off any way I could.
I felt a tongue run up my back and I gasped. The man behind me shuffled in close and I could feel his hot, hard, throbbing penis up against me. The panic returned momentarily but he didn't make any attempt to enter me and I relaxed again. The man spoke, it was the talker:
"Now I know you're enjoying this, the body doesn't lie. But before you get off, we said we would take something precious from you."