Captive Persuasion

I remember going to the college party with some friends. I remembered meeting the two guys now sitting beside me at the party, but can't recall their names. And, where are my friends? Where am I?

Sitting between these two, I felt a numbness that shouldn't have come from the small amount of alcohol I had consumed. I tried to stand so I could get some water and figure out my surroundings, but I found myself off-balance, and sat back down.

"Don't worry, what you got won't harm you, honey, it'll just make you very, very persuadable," Laird told me. Yes, that's right! The skinny guy is named Laird, and the husky blonde is Tomas.

They assisted me to stand, with Tomas supporting me for balance. My neck wrenched a bit as Tomas roughly pulled my t-shirt over my head. Laird pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. Oddly to me, my cock started to stiffen. It was a contradiction of feelings, to know I had no control, and feel aroused at the same time. It was an intoxicating feeling.

Despite my fear, or perhaps because of it, I compliantly stepped out of my flip-flops and shorts. Then I felt Laird's mouth close over my cock as as he began sucking me. Tomas held my arms tightly behind me. I could feel his erection through the denim of his jeans as he pressed against my body, holding me still.

I had not consented; my arousal was being taken from me involuntarily. I was being violated. Yet, my cock had hardened in his mouth and my entire body began tingling with pleasure.

With his German accent, Tomas whispered in my ear, "I love to watch him milk other guys. Just give in and let him take your warm seed."

My scrotum had tightened up against my body. I did not have enough physical control to prevent this if I wanted to, but I wasn't sure I wanted to, either. So I gave in, and let myself enjoy what Laird was doing to me.

My breathing changed from anxious, to relaxed. I started letting out gentle sighs of pleasure.

"Good, good," Tomas whispered as I felt his thick, wet finger slip past my anus, and come to rest on my prostate.

Soon, I was moaning involuntarily, and my breathing was getting shallow and quick. The energy throughout my body told me of the inevitability that these men were going to successfully rob me of my seed and my pride, for their own pleasure.

Laird had a magical mouth. The changing pressures, active tongue, and rhythmic pulse he provided enslaved me to his commitment to make me cum.

Were it not for Tomas' support I would have collapsed, as my orgasm seemed to roar in from my toes, and then engulf my whole body in twitching spasms. I almost blacked out as my body violently emptied my seed into Laird's thirsty mouth in several overwhelming waves.

Laird held me in his mouth, using his tongue to swirl my cum around my cockhead as my orgasm subsided. He showed me my load in his mouth, then milked the last of my cum from my still erect, but now very sensitive cock.

I was assisted to a seat on the couch. I still struggled with mobility, so I watched as they kissed passionately while undressing each other. I had just cum in Laird's mouth, and Tomas seemed very interested in tasting it. It was clear that I was an involuntary pawn in whatever fantasy they were living out together.

Both men were fully engorged, and had very nice looking cocks. I blame the drugs for my noticing this, and for why I was now looking at them this way. I was literally being used as a captive audience. Subconsciously, and without realizing it, I had managed to move my hand over to my still erect cock, and had started stroking myself as I watched. I imagined them taking turns fucking me while I had no way of denying my consent. They had already taken my seed from me tonight, what else might happen?

They noticed.

"Oh good, the persuasion stage has finally kicked in," Laird seemed to admire. "That took longer than usual!"

Laird smiled into Tomas eyes as they repositioned me on the couch, on my knees with my ass in the air to the front, and my head and arms over the back. I was unable to focus any opposition to their control.

They brought out an audio recorder and hit the 'record' button. "Say your name!" Laird commanded. I complied like a robot, without thought.

Tomas whispered a command in my ear, "Ze answer to de next one is 'Jawohl, Yes, sir!'"

"You came here because you wanted to get fucked, didn't you?" Laird demanded.

"Yes, please fuck me, I need your cocks and cum. Please don't make me beg! Please don't make me wait!" I heard the words in what certainly sounded like my voice, but almost couldn't believe I was now provoking them to continue their abuse of me. They both smiled as if the version of the answer I gave was already expected...they know what the drug does to their captives.

Yes, I said "I almost couldn't believe I was provoking them". Part of me wanted them to take me, to fuck me, to cum on me or in me. Part of me was profoundly turned on that I was going to be the focus of their lust. By drugging me, they had turned me into their sex toy, and 'persuaded' me into their game.

The recording was stopped, and they each took positions on opposite ends of me.

Tomas had a table-tennis paddle and began repeatedly spanking my buttocks on each side, while Laird slapped his cock on my face.

As Laird began feeding me his cock, Tomas spit on my anus, and I felt the handle of the paddle push into my ass. I muffled a brief shriek of objection through a mouthful of cock, but as Tomas drew the handle back and forth, the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure.

Laird initially smelled and tasted of piss, but the taste abated and was soon replaced by the salty, musky flavours of his masculinity. His cock filled my mouth, but he didn't choke me with it; Laird held my head as he fucked my eager mouth with a slow and steady rhythm.

The paddle was removed, and I felt Tomas' manhood press into me. There was a brief tinge of pain initially, but thanks to the paddle, my asshole was able to adjust to him quickly, and began to welcome his girth. My cock became fully erect again as he entered me. Soon, Tomas began a steady rhythm of his own.

I was a captive, and my captors were practically split-roasting me. I was filled with cock at both ends, objectively being forced to give these men the pleasure they so lustfully desired.

I gulped on Laird's cock like I needed it to live, and my cock began leaking pre-cum as Tomas fucked me. I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this. But my body and mind had completely succumbed to the pleasure and the drug's persuasive effects.

Tomas' pace inside me increased and I sensed he was soon to cum. I realized I had no idea if he was wearing a condom or not. He began groaning loudly and saying "Such a nice ass, nice ass." He slapped my ass frequently as the speed of his plunges continued to escalate.

I suddenly felt a warm wetness inside me. A lot of it. Tomas was dumping his seed into me, thrusting deep, burying himself into to me and groaning loudly with each wave of cum he released. He held still inside me for a brief moment after flooding me with his satisfaction, then slipped his weakening erection from my ass.

Laird pulled his cock from my mouth. "I'm gonna cum in your ass too," he said as he positioned himself behind me. My body provided no resistance as he pressed himself into my Tomas-cum-filled guts, and took up a rapid pace.

He slammed my ass mercilessly with his cock, but he only lasted about three minutes before shrieking "Oh yes!" and unloading his seed into me.

Once Laird had enjoyed his orgasm, he pulled from me and took a seat in an arm chair. Tomas was in another chair, still naked, smoking a cigarette.

I managed to flip myself into a seated position on the couch. I felt some of their creamy, slippery jizz leak from my soggy, tired bottom.

Sitting in front of my captors, I closed my eyes, and taking my cock in my hand, began jerking quickly, anxious for the much needed release of orgasm. "I need to cum," I told them.

I wasn't sure what had happened. Had I been violated? If so, why did it feel so good? Why did I enjoy it? Why am I now masturbating so eagerly in front of my captors? Why am I aroused at being their captive? I felt my orgasm rearing up.

"Please watch me cum," I begged my captors. My body began to quake as I fucked my hand.

I raised my legs in the air, exposing my anus. "Oh, god....oh, god, yes! Oh, god!", I cried out repeatedly. I slipped a finger into my cum soaked bottom and pressed my prostate as glorious relief overtook me. I shot streams of pleasure across my chest, belly, and hand. I then collapsed under the intensity of the experience.

A collar was put around my neck, and a lead attached to it. I was guided (and assisted) to the bathroom, and positioned seated in the bath tub. My mobility was improving, but the suggestability seemed to keep increasing.

While I am sitting in the tub, first Tomas, then Laird, both standing over me, take turns peeing on me. I was left to marinate in their urine for a few moments before the water was turned on and they gave me a wash and dry.

A butt-plug, with what resembled a fox tail extended from it, was lubed and inserted into me, and the collar and lead were returned to my neck. Walking on hands and knees in between my captors, Laird tugged my lead to direct me into a bedroom. Against one wall, there was a very large animal crate with a thick mattress, and into it I was sent. It was locked, and I was given a blanket and a bottle of water through the rails.

Without inspection, I opened the water and downed about a third of the bottle. Had I not been still partially incapacitated, I might have noticed the needle hole in the cap, but I hadn't.

Soon I felt dozy, and fell asleep on the mattress, blanket over me, my new tail lodged in my behind.