Fit To Be Tied Ch 02 2

Disclaimer: There is drug use and nonconsensual elements to this story. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Introduction: I haven't written a second chapter to one of my stories before. It can feel repetitive to revisit a storyline, but based on your comments and suggestions, I started to wonder what might follow Eric's wild bondage weekend. Suddenly, it felt like there were new, horny possibilities to explore -- so another chapter was born. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you as always for your favorites, comments, and reads.

It was the week after the fateful day when my girlfriend had tied me up naked and horny on her parents' bed when they were out of town. Events had quickly gotten out of control when Lucy allowed her younger sister and her girlfriends to play with my hard cock. This was followed by a visit from her gay friend, who sucked my dick like a champ when Lucy stepped out of the room and filmed himself doing so. It didn't end there after Lucy left me bound and blindfolded with a vibrator up my ass to run an errand. When her Dad unexpectedly returned to the house, he removed the massager and fucked me. Since I couldn't see, I had wrongly assumed it was Lucy using her strap-on dildo on me, given her fascination with my ass. I should have known better given the thickness of Mr. Peterson's cock and his powerful thrusts. I loved it and ended up spraying my load all over my chest and face before Lucy's Dad filled my aching but satisfied hole with his hot load.

Although I eventually determined it had been Lucy's Dad owning my ass, I never did share my revelation with my girlfriend, and we carried on like trash for the rest of the weekend, enjoying a rare sexual freedom since we both live with our parents. While Lucy and I were both sexually adventurous, this had been my first gay blowjob and ass fucking, and I couldn't stop thinking about the experience, especially the thorough railing Mr. Peterson had delivered. While I hadn't seen his cock due to the blindfold, it felt big and thick and teased my hole and prostate relentlessly as he drilled me over and over. While Lucy knew how to drive me crazy sexually, she didn't have the strength and stamina that her Dad had to completely own my ass. No matter how often we fooled around afterwards, including some heavy-duty strap-on sessions, I kept thinking longingly back to my experience with her Dad and hoping there might be a repeat performance in the future.

We had been studying at the Peterson's kitchen table at the end of the weekend when Lucy's parents returned from their trip. Mr. Peterson had seemed his usual friendly self and made no reference to my earlier ass-breeding. I had surreptitiously checked him out while Lucy's parents chatted about their trip. Mr. Peterson owned his own landscaping business and was a handsome man with a thick moustache, bright blue eyes, a stubbled face and a full head of dark, curly hair. He managed to stay tanned and fit from spending a fair amount of time outside and being very hands-on in his job. As far as I knew, he didn't go to a gym but he had the kind of sculpted body many guys would kill for. For the first time, I noticed how large his biceps and chest muscles were in his snug t-shirt, along with his thick thighs and an impressive bulge in his shorts. I pictured him between my bound, spread legs powerfully fucking me while I rode his cock. I could feel my dick chubbing up just thinking about it. That said, he seemed so oblivious to recent events that I wondered for a minute if it was him but

it had to be

.

I headed home shortly afterwards with Lucy's Dad on my mind. As the week progressed, he was never far from my thoughts, and when I should have been studying, my mind would wander back to taking my first cock up my ass. I was in the school library failing miserably to absorb the words in a textbook when my phone beeped, letting me know that I had an incoming message. I didn't recognize the number, but I saw that someone had sent me a video attachment. Typically I ignore messages like this, assuming that they're spam, but the video thumbnail looked like it was taken in Lucy's parents' bedroom. Oh, shit.

Glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, I nervously clicked on the attachment as my phone's screen filled with a video of me getting fucked last Friday. I was clearly visible, other than the blindfold I was wearing, as was Lucy's Dad as he slammed into me, occasionally glancing at the camera and grinning. I quickly lowered the volume as I heard myself yell, "Oh, baby, that's it. Fuck me with your big, fat cock; fill my ass with your thick load. I want to feel your cum spraying the insides of my hungry hole." To my credit, I had thought it was Lucy using her strap-on on me at the time and was role-playing, but anyone else watching the video would assume I was urging on Mr. Peterson. His dick was thick, veiny, and slick with oil as he pumped my hole, using his powerful muscles to fuck me hard and deep.

As the video perspective changed and moved around the room, zooming in on Mr. Peterson's slick cock sliding into my stretched hole while his heavy balls slapped against me, I suddenly realized that someone else must have been filming while Mr. Peterson quietly owned my ass! What the fuck? There was a third person in the room? Who was the other person? With a mixture of panic and lust, I replied to the message asking who this was.

Just a fan of yours, Eric. I hadn't realized how much you liked cock. Does Lucy know that her boyfriend takes it like a bitch for her Dad?

Shit, there was definitely something threatening about the message, and the last thing I wanted was for Lucy to see this video. I quickly typed a response:

What do you want?

Oh, Eric, I think you know what I want, and I think you want it too. Don't worry, I'll be in touch.

I asked again who this was, but there was no further response. I was shocked that there had been another person in the room documenting my first legit ass fucking. I had no idea who it was, but obviously Mr. Peterson would know. Not feeling like I had much of a choice, I decided I needed to talk to Mr. Peterson, but first, I restarted the video. As worried as I was about who had taken the video and who they might share it with, I had to admit it was fucking hot watching me get railed by Lucy's Dad. I couldn't believe my ass had taken his fat tool as he strained his muscles and quietly slammed into me over and over until I finally yelled and sprayed a large load of cum across my chest and face while Mr. Peterson closed his eyes and unloaded deep inside my tight hole. I realized my cock was rock hard as the clip finished.

With a sick feeling of lust and dread, I opened a message window with Lucy's Dad and asked:

Hi Mr. Peterson, it's Eric. I'm wondering if you'd be free this afternoon for a quick chat?

After a painful few minutes, I finally heard back:

Hey Eric. Sure, why don't you drop by the warehouse? I've been wanting to talk to you as well. I'll be there from 2:00 onwards catching up on some paperwork.

I wasn't going to see Lucy until later this evening, so the timing worked. After agreeing to drop by, I took one more look at the hot video. I struggled to reconcile Lucy's easygoing, seemingly straight Dad with the stud in the video. I've watched a lot of porn and couldn't recall anyone ever going to town with such gusto and finesse as Lucy's Dad demonstrated. I had a couple of hours to kill until 2:00 and thought I might swing by the house and give myself a quick douche just in case. Based on my previous ass play experience with Lucy, it never hurt. While I mainly wanted to

talk

to Mr. Peterson, I might as well be prepared for more. I hadn't been a Boy Scout for nothing.

I arrived at Mr. Peterson's warehouse just before 2:00 wearing a t-shirt, gym shorts, and a jockstrap. The warehouse was an older former factory that Lucy's Dad used to run his landscaping business out of, allowing him to store his equipment and supplies. It also had a small office area in the front for customers and administration. Mr. Peterson had run a successful landscaping business for several years with about 10 to 15 employees, including his supervisor Diego, a few regulars, as well as a handful of students from the local college. I was nervous about seeing Mr. Peterson on my own since our previous encounter, but I wanted to find out what he knew about the video and, more importantly, who had taken it.

I opened the front door and entered the reception area. I could see Mr. Peterson sitting behind a desk at the end of the room as he looked up at the sound of the door, smiled, and waved. "Eric, good to see you," as he walked over to shake my hand and greet me. I noticed he was wearing a worn t-shirt that clung to his sculpted chest, highlighting his baseball biceps, as well as faded cut-off jeans that hugged his muscular thighs and prominent basket. How had I never noticed before that Lucy's Dad was a hunk, and why was I noticing this now?

I tried to focus and replied, "Hey, Mr. Peterson. Thanks for agreeing to see me. I'll try to be quick."

"Don't be silly. Eric, I'm happy to chat, and there's no rush at all. To be honest, I can't stand paperwork, and I was looking for an excuse for a break. Let's head back to the warehouse and grab something cold to drink. We should have the place to ourselves with most of the crew out at a big job on the west end." I followed Mr. Peterson down a short hall into the warehouse. I caught myself noticing how his faded shorts clung to his impressive bubble butt. I felt my cock plumping up thinking of the last time Mr. Peterson and I had been on our own.

The warehouse was quiet and only lit by natural daylight coming in through a couple of ancient skylights as we walked into the cavernous space. It was a former shoe factory that Mr. Peterson had picked up for a song to use for storing his landscaping equipment and supplies. He walked over to a fridge against an exposed brick wall and opened the door, offering me a beer.

"Uh, sure, why not? It's a hot day. Thanks, Mr. Peterson."

We walked back to the middle of floor, with our beers, where there was a large, old Oriental area rug spread on the concrete floor under one of the skylights with some comfy, weathered leather couches and chairs placed around the perimeter facing inwards. There were several rusty chains hanging above the rug, suspended from an ancient wooden beam spanning the warehouse width. While the warehouse was used for equipment and storage, I knew Mr. Peterson and his crew also used the space as an informal clubhouse gathering to watch games on a big-screen TV suspended from another rafter on one end of the rug. From everything I heard, it seemed like everyone enjoyed working for Mr. Peterson, as he had a reputation for paying a good wage and treating his employees well.

Flopping ourselves onto a worn leather couch, Mr. Peterson turned to me and tapped his beer to mine, "Cheers!" I took a gulp of the cool liquid and gathered my thoughts as Lucy's Dad settled back into the comfy couch with a contented grin and spread his thick legs. "So Eric, what can I do for you?"

Mr. Peterson had yet to make any acknowledgment of what had occurred last Friday, and I briefly wondered if I was about to make a terrible mistake by bringing it up in case it wasn't actually him. That said, it

had

to be him. I had now seen an actual video of Mr. Peterson fucking me, and there could be zero doubt.

"Um, Mr. Peterson... I wanted to talk to you about last Friday. I know that you came back to the house and, uh, found me in your bedroom, and then, uh, what happened."

Mr. Peterson's eyes widened as he shifted on the couch uncomfortably. "Oh shoot, I wondered if you knew, Eric. I hope you're okay with it; I kind of got carried away in the moment." I noticed Mr. Peterson sitting up as he admitted to fucking me. I couldn't believe I was sitting here with Lucy's Dad talking about the time he had pounded my ass. I felt my dick throbbing as I recalled how it felt to take this man's big cock.

"Uh, you may not be surprised to hear that I kind of enjoyed it, although I had thought it was Lucy initially. I eventually figured out that it was you. The considerable load in my ass was also a dead giveaway."

Mr. Peterson looked sheepish sitting beside me on the couch as he adjusted his crotch; he was definitely stressing out the faded fabric of his jean shorts, including the worn button fly. "I'm glad you're not mad, Eric. I was feeling guilty about what happened, but you wouldn't believe how hot you looked trussed up like that with pre-cum oozing from your cock. I guess I couldn't help myself."

"No, it's cool. I'm actually kind of flattered. While that was my first dick, Lucy and I have been dabbling with ass play for a while and it is something I enjoy, if that wasn't obvious." Never in a thousand years would I have guessed I'd be talking about anal sex with Lucy's Dad over beers. "I hope you don't mind me talking about Lucy."

"No worries at all. I have no doubt that you and Lucy have a healthy, sex life, and I'm all for it. Also, I could tell you enjoyed it. I haven't seen someone shoot that hard and far without being touched in years. It was quite impressive." The outline of Mr. Peterson's cock was clearly visible through his shorts, with the head pushing outwards near the top opening of one front pocket. I noticed him reach into his pocket and try to move the head so it was more comfortable. I was fully boned up at this point as well. "So we're cool, Eric? I assume Lucy doesn't know about my role in this?"

"Well, I'm cool about it, although I never expected to enjoy it, as much as I did. Lucy definitely doesn't know about it but somebody else does. That's the main thing I wanted to talk to you about. Someone sent me a video of you and me today and implied that they wanted some action. Who else was there, Mr. Peterson?"

Mr. Peterson's jaw dropped as I held up my phone and played the video. I could hear myself groaning and urging on Lucy's Dad, "Oh yeah, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard; make me cum." I could tell Mr. Peterson was torn between watching the video play through and addressing my question.

Tearing his eyes away from the video, he finally spoke, "That little fucker..." Mr. Peterson looked unhappy as he rubbed his hand through his unruly curls. I noticed the ridge of his hard shaft was clearly outlined in his shorts, and one button of his fly had given up and popped open. My own cock was rock-hard with the head pressing against the waist of my shorts but partially covered by my t-shirt at least. I waited for Mr. Peterson to continue, "I should probably give you the whole story if you're sure you want to hear it."

"Yes, please, I want to know who's doing this."

"Okay, Lucy's friend Dean took the video, and he must have sent it to you. I hadn't even seen it yet, although I was looking forward to it, to be honest. Fuck. Let me start from the beginning... Dean and I have had a bit of an

arrangement

for a couple of years. Let's just say that he likes to suck cock, and admittedly, I like to get my cock sucked. I'm obviously bisexual, and given you're dating my daughter, you may not be surprised to hear that I have a healthy sex drive. While I have a great relationship with my wife, I need more sex than she's willing to provide, and Dean helps out with that with an occasional blowjob or fuck. I find that it takes the edge off and keeps me sane. As I hear you know from firsthand experience, he's a pretty good cocksucker. He also has the hots for you, and I guess I had mentioned that I thought you were a good-looking guy as well."

I sat there enthralled as Lucy's Dad admitted that he was serviced regularly by Lucy's gay friend Dean, and that they both thought I was hot. I could feel pre-cum leaking onto my abs as my cock strained to be free.

"Anyhow, I didn't know what was going on at home after we left for the airport, but we had just arrived at departures, and I was waiting for my wife to come out of the washroom when my phone pinged. It was Dean, and he couldn't wait to share the video he had taken of himself sucking your cock when you were tied to my bed. He knew I thought you were a hunk and that I'm a bit of a size queen to be honest, and I wasn't disappointed." Was Mr. Peterson blushing? "I feel funny admitting this to my daughter's boyfriend, but I was blown away by the video and your dick, although shocked at what was going on back at the house so soon after our departure. I've always thought you were handsome, Eric, but to see Dean going down on your thick cock while you moaned and thrusted tied to the bed made me so freakin' horny and jealous! I couldn't think straight. I'm not proud to admit it, but I replied to Dean's message with something like, 'Damn, what I wouldn't give to get a piece of that!'

"Knowing that my wife has a tendency to show up at the airport way too early, Dean replied that he thought he could arrange a way for me to get a piece of the action without anyone knowing. All I needed to do was make up some excuse about needing to head home and meet him in front of the airport in 20 minutes and he would take care of the rest. He'd have me back at the airport in an hour tops. Realizing we had a solid 3 hours until our flight, I recklessly came up with a story about forgetting our passports and left my wife at the airport before meeting Dean out front. Apparently he had been busy in the meantime siphoning most of the gas from Lucy's car before convincing her friend Stacey to sell her some weed. Lucy had left for Stacey's by the time we arrived home, and with Dean following me with his phone, we silently walked into my bedroom to find you tied up with your legs in the air, your cock hard, and your ass buzzing with a vibrator.

"I couldn't believe my luck in finding you blindfolded and quickly got to work, first playing with the prostate massager in your ass for a bit and then removing it and stretching your ass with my fingers. I knew you thought I was Lucy, so I was careful not to speak, and Dean tried to make no noise at all. When you mentioned a strap-on, I realized I might be able to fuck you and get away with it, so I quickly undressed, lubed up, and slid my aching cock into your tight ass. Even sitting here thinking about it, I can't believe what a hot fuck you were. I thought Dean was going to cream his jeans while he filmed us with his phone. After you and I came, Dean cleaned up the cum on your cock, and we got out of there, with Dean dropping me back at the airport well before our boarding time. I let Lucy know that I had to head back to the house but found the passports in the car, so never needed to go inside. Dean's plan of having her run out of gas worked like a charm. I must have scared the shit out of her, but I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I just knew I wanted you."

With the memory of the fuck, along with the video and Mr. Peterson's retelling, I was so fucking horny. I noticed Mr. Peterson's faded jeans were bulging obscenely and had no doubt he was as horny as I was. I couldn't believe that little fucker Dean had managed to arrange the whole thing.

"To be honest, Mr. Peterson, I haven't been able to stop thinking of you fucking me all week." I glanced over to Lucy's Dad to see him grinning ear to ear with his palm resting on his hard bulge. Lifting my t-shirt to demonstrate, I said, "My dick hasn't been soft since I first saw the video today. If Dean were here, I might even have to thank him."

"Well, guess what, I am here. What are you thanking me for exactly?"

We both looked up in surprise to see Dean standing inside the door from the front office. He looked pleased to see both of us as he slowly walked towards the couch, taking note of our full packages with his eyes.