I'd met Marco, a curious straight boy and Robert, a stern older man, at a party at my friend Carlo's place. I'd given Marco a blow job after the party and the next Robert had fucked me and pissed down my throat, then left me tied up with a butt plug up my ass while he went out bar hopping with Carlo.
He left me feeling incredibly frustrated and horny as hell. At first, I thought he was just teasing and that I'd hear him coming back through my front door any minute, so I lay quietly waiting for his return. But when he didn't appear, my horny frustration turned into anger and jealousy. I was angry at Carlo for taking him away and jealous of all the sexy boys he'd be looking at and flirting with while I'd been left on my own.
And what if the two of them were planning to take one of those hot boys back to Carlo's? It wasn't fair. I wasn't going to let him treat me like this. I worked myself up into such a state that I decided to use the scissors he'd left on my night table and cut myself free!
But rolling over and sitting up had the unintended but pleasurable effect of shoving the butt plug further up into me. It felt so good in fact that I temporarily forgot about getting free and started rocking backwards and forwards, making the plug rub up against my prostate.
That only got me wanting more, so I turned over and lay on my stomach. With my wrists tied behind me and my hands in reach of the plug, I could work it up and down while rubbing my stiff dick between my stomach and the mattress. It only took a couple of minutes of frenzied activity before the sheet under me got soaked and sticky with the results of a satisfying orgasm.
After that release I fell into a deep sleep, out to the world, until Robert shook me awake at two in the morning.
"Hey sleepy-head, there's a lot of good-looking men in this town. Carlo and I had a good time. Mind you it's always fun to flirt with a sexy man when you know you've got a guaranteed fuck waiting for you back at home. Talking of which, let's get these ropes off and check my boy's OK."
He sat down on the bed and untied me, then let me sit up while he rubbed my wrists and felt my hands.
"It feel's OK, blood's flowing alright," he said, grinning evilly at me. He was back and in charge again and I'd given in and was back under his spell; A couple of hours before I was totally pissed at him, but now none of that mattered anymore.
Since my hands felt OK, he moved down the bed a little to give my ankles a rub, and as he did so his hand touched the big circle of dried cum on the sheet. I put my head down in embarrassment as he taunted me.
"This sheet is stiff with cum. It looks like one desperate bondage boy couldn't help getting himself off, am I right? Couldn't wait, eh?"
I just nodded and couldn't look him in the eye.
"That's a bloody waste, especially since you're about to get tied up again and have that randy arse of yours fucked hard and long. You might have enjoyed this more if you'd waited."
He pushed me down onto my back, pulled my arms above me and tied my wrists to the headboard. Then he raised my legs up and over my torso and bound my ankles next to my wrists. He pulled the plug out of my ass and worked in a big gob of lube before leaning forward on his knees and stuffing his stiff dick into my hole. Six hours after he'd first put his dick in me, he was fucking me once more.
"Squeeze that cunt, kiddo. Make those muscles work my dick. Yea, that's a good boy."
It was obvious that this time he intended to keep fucking until he came and he was right about doing me hard and long. Even though I'd cum earlier, my cock had still got hard the moment he tied me up and now it hung over my face, dribbling precum. He kept up the fuck for a long time, pulling out and shoving back in, pumping away at my insides, until suddenly and with neither of us touching it, my cock couldn't hold back a moment longer and a sudden shower of cum came spurting out of, drenching my face and upper chest.
Soon after my eruption and maybe because my ass muscles spasmed and tightened during it, I heard him choking out "Fuck, fuck, fuck" and his own orgasm followed. He pulled out of me instantly and sprayed a torrent of cum in the direction of my open mouth, face and upper chest.
He collapsed onto his side breathing heavily, leaving me in blissful silence, trying to lick up the cum from both of us that had landed near my mouth. Then, concerned that he was going to leave me tied up, I nervously cleared my throat, and was happy to see him look over and grin.
"Well, Ben, you look pretty hot trussed up like that, but I guess I really shouldn't leave you like that all night."
He took another photo with his Polaroid, then untied my legs and wrists and let me down gently onto the mattress.
"Go have a pee and wash your mouth out - I don't want to be sleeping next to Cum-Breath-Boy all night."
I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom and when I got back, he beckoned me to lie down next to him and murmured,
"I was going to keep you tied up all night, but I'd better let those rope marks on your wrists fade a bit by the morning. We're meeting Carlo and his friends for brunch in the morning and I don't want them to think I'm a total bastard!"
This was the first I had heard of brunch plans. Apparently, the rest of my weekend was being organized for me! But I wasn't complaining; I liked having my life run according to Robert's Rules and I dropped off to sleep. I was content that tomorrow would take care of itself; or should I say, Robert would!
I slept like a log and woke up on Sunday morning around ten o'clock alone in the bed. After taking a long look at the two Polaroids he'd left on my bedside table, I pulled the sheets back and grabbed my dick for a slow jerk-off while re-living the night's fun in my mind. I was still stroking when I heard the balcony door slide open in the living room and a moment later Robert strode in, catching me dick-handed.
"I go out for a little fresh air, and you start having a wank? And you came all over the sheets last night while I was out. We'll have to do something about slowing you down, you randy bugger. But for now, go have a shower and clean your ass out while you're in there; I don't want any messy surprises when I fuck you this afternoon. Don't bother getting dressed, just make some coffee and join me out on the balcony. And keep your hands off that dick, OK?"
I took a hot shower and douched as instructed. Even though I made sure not to touch myself, my dick still got hard from just thinking about him while I was making his coffee and when I took it out to him, I had a raging erection. I had never been so thankful for the waist-high concrete wall at the front and the high dividing walls on either side!
Meanwhile, in contrast to my naked state, he was wearing jeans and a shirt while reclining comfortably in the only patio chair I had, with the bottle of lube and the butt plug sitting on the little table at his side.
With nowhere else to sit, I plopped myself down on the concrete floor next to him while he told me about some of the hot and handsome guys he'd seen the night before while out with Carlo. I knew he was just winding me up, but I didn't care. They might have been just as cute and sexy as he claimed, but it wasn't one of them sitting next to him nor was it one of them who he was going to fuck later that day!
After a while he stopped talking and during a long, silent pause his demeanour visibly changed. He picked up the bottle of lube and the butt plug and moved the side table around in front of him.
"Let's get you ready for brunch; bend over with your backside facing me."
Once I'd turned around and put my bum in the air, he stuck a finger in me and began lubing my insides. Before long he had all four fingers in me, but just when I was getting off on the manipulation, he pulled them out and gave me another order.
"OK, stand up for a minute. Now, do you see this plug? It's going to sit right here in the middle of the table and your hole is going to find it and sit on it. But you can't use your hands; put them on your thighs and look at me while you're going down; I want to see your face when your hole swallows it up. This should be fun".
I stared into his eyes and squatted down, hoping to find the plug. There were a few failed attempts where my ass kept knocking it off the table and he would laugh and stand it back up, but eventually I succeeded. My thighs were already screaming with exertion from all the squatting when suddenly my asshole found it and gripped it; I didn't take any chances and plopped straight down, not stopping until my cheeks hit the table top. When he saw my face register the shock he grinned and laughed.
"The look on your face was priceless! Now, before you start to enjoy having your ass filled again we're going to go inside; there's something else I want to do before we meet your friends."
We walked back into the living room and he sat down in the same armchair where he'd spent the previous night watching the football game while pissing in my mouth.
"Here, lie down across my knee. You came without permission last nigh and this morning I caught you in bed having a wank. That behaviour deserves punishment."
Of course, he'd never told me not to cum or have a wank without his permission, so he was obviously coming up with an excuse for doing what both of us enjoyed. I was more than eager for my punishment, as my hard dick showed by poking against his thigh while I settled across his lap. He began by gently rubbing my ass cheeks and pulling on the butt plug, but then he gripped the back of my neck tightly with one hand and spanked my backside with the other.
At first, each individual blow wasn't too hard, but before long the accumulation really hurt. He'd stop every so often to gently rub my cheeks and then carry on with the spanking. Despite the pain I could tell that my cock, trapped between his thighs, was staying hard as a rock.
Still, I was thankful when eventually the blows ceased. He pulled me up off his lap and stood me up, then went to get the Polaroid to take a picture of my ass. When he showed it to me, I couldn't believe how purple my cheeks looked, even though I could feel the pain. How would I be able to sit at my desk at work the next day, let alone on a restaurant chair in less than an hour? He put the photo down and steered me into my bedroom.
"Now, get and hurry up and put some clothes on. We're due at the restaurant soon."
