Date Rape

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

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We had agreed to meet at his place. I was horny and obtained the services of a male escort. It wasn't cheap, but he promised - based on my personality that he noted via my profile on a date site - a very good and satisfying time. I didn't care: I wanted to get fucked and be satisfied. I enjoyed bondage and nowadays, not too many people got into it. So I agreed to his terms (he asked for a little more than usual) and offered me a time slot meeting my desires: as soon a possible.

I was incredibly horny.

So leaving home I took the train into the city, into the more upscale area. It was early morning; around 2 am. It was quiet, as the address was located in a series of recently built condos down some well-lit but very quiet alleyways.

I approached the main door and pressed the button; I was allowed in with the instruction to 'take off my pants and underwear and come in nude from the waist down.'

"Isn't anyone around?'

"No one's here now. It's late. Like to see you come in wearing your jock strap." So upon entering the building I waited until I got up to the floor (third floor) where I then took off my pants adn underwear. One thing was certain, though: it was utterly quiet. But then again it was a Monday early morning at 2 am.

Quietly knocked on the door; the door opened and my date was wearing a jock strap - with a hard cock clearly noticeable and rapidly growing before me.

After seeing his cock, my cock quickly got large.

Looking at me he whispered "come in". Entering the apartment I placed my pants, underwear and my coat on a nearby chair and placed my bondage bag on a table. "I brought some equipment just in case you needed them."

He nodded and merely said as he walked toward the kitchen, "I'm getting some water; want any?"

"No, thanks. I'm good," as I followed and walked into the narrow kitchen. I entered on one side facing the main door; the other side lead to a bedroom, where a low light was on, luminating the bed and a window with the shades drawn.

Walking in the kitchen I said, "nice place!"

"Thanks," he said as his sipped his water when it happened,..

I suddenly heard something behind me and before I had a chance to see my wrists were grabbed and something - what felt like a leather strap was wrapped and then tightened on my wrists, with my hands then tied behind my back and tied to my belt. I briefly struggled and said something "what the fuck?!", all the while my host stood and watched as ball gag was then forced into my mouth; the belt tightened around my head as a final length of leather strap was wrapped around my arms. In seconds I felt and heard the click as the last belt was locked on. I then felt two large arms go between my arms and my body, wrapped around my shoulders and literally holding me nice and tight - and still..

In minutes I went from a horny bottom looking for some action to being ambushed in the kitchen, my hands wrapped in a leather strap behind my back, my mouth gagged with a ball gag and a leather strap wrapped around my upper torso.

I was now the prisoner of two total strangers.

"Meet my friend Tommy; feel his cock?"

I then noticed something - something big - rubbing against my ass: I could feel his balls all the way down at the base of my ass, his cock tip just reaching my fingertips. I struggled and tried to move about, twisting this way and that; Tommy kept up with me no problem; instead, in a moment he was moving me around like a toy.

"Tommy does a lot of weight lifting; you won't wrestle him."

He was right; I was clearly Tommy's Boy Toy.

I kept trying for a few more minutes, but it was useless. Tommy just locked me down, whispering in my ear; "the more you do that, the more I like it!"

I stopped, standing there breathing, my legs wide apart.

It was 2 am, third floor of an apartment building; not a sound is heard except me trying to call out through my ball gag in the presence of two men wearing jocks traps, with their hard cocks pushing through.

One bigger than the other.

"Not much you can do now, is there?" Putting down his glass of water, the host comes over to me - now held tightly int Tommy's arms - and proceeds to pinch my nipples At first gentle but in moments hard - very hard - so much that I call out for mercy.

"No one's going to hear you: you're gagged too well and nobody really pays attention to whats' going on around here any how." Stepping back he calmly speaks: "Tommy is a porn star; I hired him for tonight for a film I'm making - with you as the main attraction. I filmed the part where you're ambushed in the kitchen (after some edits, of course) but now we're on to get into the good part: where Tommy fucks your brains out. Now you can struggle all you want and call out all you want, but it's not going to work. And just so we're clear: it's going to be awhile until we're done. And it's gonna be a good film because it's real: you're nice and bound, gagged and you had little idea that this was going to happen. So,..." He stopped talking, reached out to my cock and started to fondle my balls. He then started to stroke my cock, murmuring to himself: "Mmmmmm. Nice,..." and bending down he then took my cock into his mouth and started to suck me. And he was good. And he was right: it was very, very hot: bound and gagged, held in place by a dominant body builder, I felt his enormous cock as it rubbed against my ass. I then noticed one of his hands had reached over to the counter and was reaching for a tube of lotion. I then felt his hand moving back and forth on cock. Before I knew it I felt his cock pushing into my ass. I gave a sudden start and a cry (or least I tried to) as his cock started to gradually push in, but not all the way: I still had some resistance. And all the while I was receiving a blow job.

"Let's loosen up a little," Tommy said to me as he continued working, trying to get into my ass. At this point, the blow job ceased: My cock was rock hard, and dripping, but not released. Standing up he said "I can't have to cum for awhile, but now - " he said as he reached over behind me and turned on a video camera: " - we can start the production."

I struggled against my bindings and tried calling out, but I was stopped - neutralized - by Tommy's cock as he was getting closer to get inside me: "he has 11 1/2 inches: it should keep you entertained for some time."

11 1/2!?!? "MM! MMMPH!"

"Good; keep trying. Let me do something here,..." And he went around the corner, grabbing a length of rope. Looking at Tommy he said: "I'm trying his feet together. You got him?"

Tommy practically purred, murmuring, "Oh yeah; I got him good!" as he continued his playing with me.

I watched helplessly as my feet were tied together. Stepping back the jock strap man smiled and looked on: "Oh, this is so fucking hot! Here you are, all nice and tied up, including your feet - and the only thing holding you up is quite possibly Tommy's cock as he's looking to fuck you standing up! This is gonna be great!"

I could only hang there, my body moving in time to Tommy's cock who is now working hard to reach totally inside me, his arms holding me up while his body is leaning slightly backwards, my body just laying on him as he moves his cock about and between my legs, his cock resting between my ass and my balls, my legs nearly hanging down as I stood on the tip of my toes. I could feel his sweat and hear his heavy breathing: even as strong as he is, it was still a lot of work but one thing was for sure: I was on his cock like a set of loose clothing on a metal hook: his cock was hard like steel and I was just a loose pile of clothing, no longer arguing or calling out. Just then Tommy whispered in my ear:

"C'mon: let's go into the bedroom. It's time to fuck you."

I could only murmur back "MMPH!" as I kept trying to get untied.

No good; and the bed is getting ever closer,...!

In the bedroom

In the corner of the bedroom is a camera; my 'host' left it on for the time being: "I'm not putting myself into the picture as it's all about you and Tommy." (Fat chance: you don't want to get caught up into this wild thing, I thought to myself).

"Besides, even if you do file a complaint, questions will be asked and they'll find out about you soliciting male prostitutes - especially known porn stars."

He had a point. And I was in no position to argue otherwise.

My hands are tied behind my back by leather straps wrapped around my wrist and the belt around my waist; no chance of slipping my arms over my head. My upper torso is also wrapped with a stout leather strap, keeping my arms in place and thus I can't move either my arms or my hands. And to top it off, a ball gag is stuffed firmly in my mouth; any sound I make is hardly heard beyond the immediate area; the more I tried to call out or struggle to get loose, the more aggressive my captor - Tommy - fucks me.

It is early in the morning - about 2:35 (the clock said) and we've been together for only about a half hour - but it seems much, much longer. It wasn't my so-called date who is going to fuck me first, but his boyfriend / partner. Some 6 feet tall and very well built, his skin is a light carmel complexion, bald and with a handsome face. But there is a focus - a serious look I see as he casually slipped on a condom and lubed himself well - which I was grateful for. Facing off in the bedroom on the bed, I watched him stand before me with a huge cock as I laid still, realizing it was hopeless. I still occasional try to get myself free, struggling with my bindings and often trying to cry out, but after a while he merely said, "keep it up; I like that."

And his cock,.. at one point he reached over and placed a store bought typical plastic water bottle, placed it next to his cock. His cock was as long as the bottle and nearly as thick: and his cock was very, very hard. He smiled as he saw me staring at his cock. "Yeah, this is all for you." I gave an involuntary cry - but it wasn't just a cry for help.

I have to confess: it was also a cry of excitement.

Looking into each other's eyes, it was a mutual.

He then moved in much, much closer to me, getting on top of me, his stomach to my stomach, his face close to mine. No words exchanged. I looked into his eyes not realizing until -

- he started to shove his cock in. I gave a surprised cry, while he grunted as he try to get in. He then pulled out as he didn't get in. My ass was too tight.

Moving in again, I gave out a small shout, managed to somehow say "Fuck!" - and then he pulled out again, this slowly and deliberately. Looking at me some more he then pushed in again -

I gave out a cry of "AAHH!" He got in deep that time.

It was all deliberate: he was breaking down my last resistance. I could no longer escape, or cry out. Taken prisoner during the early mornings hours - ambushed no less! - no longer had any control. It was totally out of my hands.

And now, laying on my back on the bed, his body held me down, his arms laying closely supporting him while at the same time kept me from rolling about.

He was going in again. I rolled my head about, barely able to get the word of "please" out when,...

He got in much further this time. I closed my eyes, tears dripping down my face, as I opened my eyes to find his face only inches from me, starting intently at me. I shook my head as if to beg him to stop, but even I know that wasn't possible: we both wanted the same thing - penetration. I had to remain strong,...

He went in again,...

... this time, my back arched, my head rolled back, my mouth opened a little wider despite the ball gag filling my mouth, my eyes closed then I gave a shout as best as I could. No specific words, just a 'UHN!' as he went in much, much further: he was breaking through my last defenses, reaching in. He was still pushing into me: all of his 11 inches or so. I try to roll about separately, doing anything - ANYTHING! - I can to get away from the deep penetration, but it was hopeless. I only finally realized when he slowly pulled out - but then, as he pulled out he went in again - and again, and again,... This time, the movement become much more regular: like a giant engine, his cock was a piston shoving into my ass, each time as deep as he last thrust; the lubrication keeping it loose. My ass was now fully opened whether I like it or not. The fucking now truly began, with each thrust gradually going faster, yet keeping the depth consistent.

I watched him, as sweat started to run down his shaved head, his face straining as if pushing a great load, his back gradually pushing harder and harder as the thrusts were now much more pronounced. I found myself responding in kind: "MPH! MPH! MPH! MPH! MPH!" - over and over with each thrust.

He then stopped, sat up to face me, took in a deep breath and looked at me with some wonder, only to reach down and grab my cock, stroking it with a slowness, and then gradually faster all the white looking at me, with slight smile. I found my hips moving in time to his touch and strokes; I had no control of them. Moving up and down as if to take as much of his hands. I also found myself getting excited, my cock now hardened, the bed bouncing ever slightly with my legs widely open and me now deeply excited. I found my eyes half closed, a feeling of warmth gradually rising from my hips, moving toward my cock as I know very soon I shall let loose a geyser of cum,...

But he stops and then with no warning shoves his cock into me, not hesitating, diving in deep into me, moving his body toward me again and with his hands alongside my hips he proceeded to simply fuck me hard and fast, each thrust deep and fast, taking me off guard, The combination of my hard cock and the feeling of his cock deep into me I feel a new sensation from within, reaching from inside of me starting from the base of my cock; inside of me I feel a valve as if turning slowly, being forced to turn with every deep thrust of his cock. My bindings tight, my gag good, my legs wide open, my ass totally filled with his 11 1/2 inches, I am dominated completely: no chance of help arriving or me ever getting untied and freed unless and until he gets what he wants and he finishes.

But now within me, I feel a growing energy surge, a feeling of liberation coming up. My head is now rocking back and forth; my breathing fast and short, I hear a voice of desperation, coupled with intense desire: it is my voice and I now know I want this. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I shake my head as if to say 'no' but really it's a moment of where I truly need to find a way of expressing how I feel: this desire, his physical intensity this,...

And suddenly it arrives: my cock explodes as I shout out (albeit gagged) in a passionate voice, trying to say 'yes!' 'yes!' 'yes!' but instead my joy is expressed though geysers of cum shooting up all around, reaching him, covering my chest, covering the bed and my legs cumming like I had never before. And very shortly I am confronted by his joy - literally he is shouting 'AAH! AHH! FUCK! YES! AH!,...' as he throws he head up like a wolf howling at the moon, the room strong with the smell of our sweat and the freshly made cum.

The camera caught it all, but we just didn't care.

Just then the silence was broken by the host: "very nice,... Let's see how you do with the next one. I invited someone else to come over. They'll be here soon."

I look over in amazement and tried once again to see if my bindings were still tight, calling out for help.

"Oh, don't worry: they'll be here soon. Figure about 15 minutes or so. Guess you're going to get your money's worth tonight!"