There I was alone again in the mean neigbor's basement. An athletic, blond, young man, tied and helpless in a cruel gay man's house.
I felt very vulnerable, in the little blue briefs, that barley stretched over my fit bottom and hard young cock.
My arms hurt from being bound at the wrists and elbows, and my legs from being tied spread to the table. There was cum drying on my lips around the ball gag, and I could still feel semen stuck in my throat.
I slumped forward on the table. My pink ball gag bonked on the table and my swimmers butt stuck up in the air. I was face down, ass up, and I started to cry.
I was so ashamed, knowing I looked like the girls in the bondage videos I jerked off too. And just like the little bondage video slut, Bob had me spread and helpless, with everything on video.
He'd tricked me, by falsely promising to spare my virgin ass, if I sucked him off. Then he filmed me sucking him, just to tell me he was gonna fuck me anyway. Also that if I didn't do as I was told from now on, he'd use the videos to ruin my life.
Even if Bob untied me right this second, I was still screwed.
He had already hinted darkly about what he would be putting me through in the near future. His word rang in my head "...after tonight, were gonna get you that maid outfit, your gonna bring me drinks on the patio, and pose for a photo shoot."
So there it was, tonight the fat, hairy, old man next door was gonna have his way with me. Then tomorrow he was gonna take my sore ass to some sleazy sex shop and dress me up like a slutty girl. Then he's gonna take me home and fuck me like one.
I wondered how it was going to feel to be dressed like a girl. I shuddered with fear and anticipation thinking of the skirt, stockings, shoes, panties, thongs. The ladies undies wouldn't be that different than my speedos and briefs, but I was sure Bob would want me in a thong.
The worst thing of all tho was that in spite of everything my penis was still rock hard. Some dark part of me was very turned on by thought of being stripped and humiliated in public. I couldn't help it, and it scared me, but through my entire experience I had been hard...
Struggle and complain and beg all I wanted, some part of me was loving this. And that part of me, was the chubby boy part of me that hung between my fit young legs. My penis, had betrayed me. My cock was loving this, and the more I imaged myself in the place of helpless bondage girl the worse it got.
I imaged how I must look to Bob and in his pictures, my fit young body struggling against my bonds, my helpless shame full erection stretching out the little under pants that barely covered me. He must think I looked really cute all helpless like that.
My stiff penis trembled as i guessed the feeling of exaltation the mean neighbor must feel standing behind me. He would be looking down at the vulnerable swimmers bottom, of a boy less than half his age, frightened, helpless, erect, and drooling saliva and cum freely around a neon pink ball gag.
As if this wasn't enough, my poor cock was tantalized, by shame to come. I imagined myself dressing up for Bob as a sexy maid, school girl, and cheer leader, bringing him drinks and having him pinch my bottom as I bent to serve him.
If I didn't like the way he stared at me when I move his boxes in my regular clothes, how was I gonna like serving him cocktails in a short skirt and thong. How was it gonna feel to be humiliated outside.
My young penis bounced, as remembered, Bob had also said "photo shoots". Was I gonna have to pose like a porn star... would he share the photos... would his creepy friends seem my penis and butt...?
The thought of Bob and his gross old friend lusting after my fit little body and chubby wiener, filled me with fear and shame, but it also filled me with a uncontrollable feeling of arousal. Some part of me really wanted to be exposed in front of those dirty old men.
So in spite of my terror of what was to become of me, I was grinding my hips, rubbing my cock against my undies, when I heard the approaching steps of my abductor.
As Bob's heavy footfalls came down the stairs I could tell by his gate he was very drunk. He had bottle in his had, not wine this time, but vodka. His other hand held a brown paper grocery bag, witch he set on the floor out of my view. Then Bob stood before me, and tool a long pull from the open bottle, then took an even longer look at me.
The fat, hairy, neighbor, easily old enough to be my father, was wearing nothing but a pair of tight golden silk briefs and an open silk robe. Against my will my eyes were drawn to those tight shiny undies, and I could make out clearly the outline of the big penis, I had so recently tasted. His big cock swollen the fabric, and Bob's thick pubes stuck out the sides.
"The attention is sweet boy, but my eyes are up here." At that point I want beet red, realizing I'd been staring at my abductors package. My eye quickly ran up from his crotch, to the hairy belly and gorilla chest, finally focusing on the cruel mocking face.
As our eyes met he spoke again. "I know your eager for me to take out my big dick again, but you'll have to wait a bit. I wanna do some bad thing to that nice cock of yours first. Maybe take some more photos..."
With that he reached across the table and yanked my undies all the way down. My hard cock popped out and my bottom was exposed. Bob came around the side of the table and wrapped this fingers loosely around the shaft of my penis. Then his other had suddenly slapped my tender ass.
I pumped my hips forward, unintentionally in response to the sharp spank. The movement forced my tortured young cock, to slide against Bob's ruff hand, turning me on even more. He stoked my dick gently, and I moaned as, against my will, my hips began to grind.
"I think you like it." Bob laughed, into my red, and teary face. "I think you really like being spanked and abused, don't you?"
I shook my head vehemently, but my over stimulated cock told a different story. It bounced and stretched, ready to explode, in spite of my shame, and reddening bottom.
I couldn't help myself, this dirty old man was gonna force me to cum. Just when I felt like I was about to climax Bob released my penis. And with a last withering slap on my behind, he stepped back.
Bob had his phone out again and was clicking away, my poor cock stretching out as far as it could go. He took careful photos close up of my thick shaft and balls, then wide angles of my entire naked form. Finally, he moved behind me, and more photos clicked. I knew he was taking pictures of my pink ass.
