Hey, this is a brief content warning. This is a story based on the fantasy of a man being fucked without his consent. If that's not your cup of tea, click away now.
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It was a beautiful early spring afternoon, and the temperature was just starting to get warm again, so I boiled the kettle and made myself a cup of tea out in the garden.
I sat down on my sun lounge and leaned back, but must have leaned too far, I heard something snap under me.
I wasn't sure what was happening, but I could hear a violent coiling noise, like half a dozen car seat belts retracting at once, and the next thing I knew, I was tangled up in the cloth straps that previously made up the back of the sun lounge.
Half of the straps that made up the back of the chair were now across the front of my chest, the other half behind me, still supporting my weight, albeit not as comfortably. It was a chair sandwich and I was the filling.
I looked down at my body and felt ridiculous. The black straps covered my body in 20cm increments. The white t-shirt I was wearing under it made me look like a zebra.
Worst of all, I was totally unable to move. My arms were tied down to my sides so tightly I couldn't even reach my phone in my pocket. I felt so embarrassed. I'm an adult man overpowered by outdoor seating.
I felt so lucky that I lived in a duplex with an enclosed yard, so no one was around to see me in such a humiliating position.
But the downside of my private garden was that there was no one around to help me out of the chair. I strained as hard as I could to break free but quickly realised two things. The only way I was getting out was to call for help. And the only person I could call out to was my neighbour.
Fortuitously at that moment, I could hear my neighbour, Bluebelle, returning from a jog.
I sighed knowing that I needed another person to help me break me out of this chair, but why did it have to be her? She was a painful person and owing her a favour wasn't something I looked forward to. However, I had no other option. And any port in a storm, right? I didn't hate her as a neighbour, but there was just something off-putting about her as a person so I avoided her whenever I could.
"Bluebelle!" I shouted trying to get her attention before she went inside.
Bluebelle's name was very similar to her as a person. Attention seeking, and a little bit odd. She had a habit of not blinking when you spoke to her, and laughing at everything I said, even things that clearly were not jokes.
I didn't hear anything from her so I yelled again, louder this time.
"Bluebelle, I need your help, I'm stuck."
She stuck her head over the fence that separated our yards, laughed her loud laugh and then opened the gate, stepping through to my side of the fence.
The first thing I noticed was her frizzy pink hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.
Every time I saw her ridiculous pink hair it reminded me of the awkward interaction when we first met. She opened a conversation by saying that because her name was Bluebelle, she refused to ever wear anything blue, so she wore pink everything, from hair to underwear.
Today was no different, she wore pink shoes, pink socks and the brightest, tightest, pink clothes I'd ever seen. If it wasn't daylight, I'd think her pink camouflage Activewear was glow-in-the-dark.
While her personality wasn't to my liking, I couldn't ignore the fact that her body was very alluring. I love a woman with curves and her short stature and body-hugging clothes made her boobs look bigger and her hips wider.
She leaned over me to inspect the chair. Her cleavage was right in front of my eyes, it took all I had not to stare.
"My, my. What do we have here?" she asked, running her eyes up and down my restrained body.
"You are all wrapped up. Like a present," she said, softly biting her lip.
"Bluebelle, please. I need your help. Can you please get me out?"
She laughed like I'd told her a hilarious joke.
"You want me to get you off.... I mean out?"
"I'm serious, please help me. I can't move!"
"Of course, of course, I'll release you," she said with a gleam in her eye.
She reached out and touched the strap at the top of my leg. Her hands made no movement towards releasing the straps, she just kept it there, resting it on my upper thigh.
"Although I am enjoying this time we're finally getting to spend together. You're always too busy, I feel like I've never been able to get to know you."
Her fingers started creeping up my leg closer and closer to my cock. She paused, leaving her fingertips resting as gently as a butterfly on my thigh.
"What are you doing?" I asked, shocked.
She didn't respond. Her hand slid further up my thigh, mere millimetres from touching my dick.
She had an unsure look on her face that slowly broke into a smile.
"I feel like this is my chance to really get to know you," she said, brushing my cock with her fingers, "To
really
get to know you."
Her fingers started rubbing the tip of my cock. Just a gentle caress at first then a stronger grip as I started to grow hard in her hand.
"Bluebelle, please. I don't want to have sex with you."
My cock betrayed me, despite my disinterest in her, the more she rubbed me, the harder I got. Soon it was hard enough for her to stroke.
"It certainly feels like you want this."
The uncertain look on her face was long gone, replaced with a confident smile. Her hands had also grown in confidence, she was no longer caressing me with feathery touches, but with a strong grip.
"What are you doing?" I stammered again. I didn't want this, but with my arms taped down I couldn't push her hand away.
"Did I ever tell you my New Year's resolution? I'm going to
seize
every opportunity that comes my way" she said, punctuating the word seize with a tight squeeze of my cock.
"I'm serious, you've got to let me out." I protested, immediately regretting my word choice.
She laughed. "You're so funny. Ok, I'll let you out" she said, grinning from ear to ear as she shimmied my pants down. She could only move them down 20cm to the next strap, but that was enough room for my cock to spring free.
"Boooiiinnnggg. There you go, I let you out" she said laughing.
She continued after getting her laughter under control. "Got any other clever puns? You're always so funny. I'll bet you've got a dozen jokes. I expected you to ask me to release you next. Or to get you off."
Her hand grabbed my cock, gently stroking it up and down. Her eyes were staring at it, unblinking.
"You want me to get you off, don't you?" she said, her eyes still eagerly focused on my cock.
"Bluebell, I'm being serious. I don't want this, could you please just help me get these straps off?"
She laughed a hearty laugh like I'd told her the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
"You're so funny. I don't know why you keep pretending you don't want this. Don't worry, I promise, I'll get you off. But not until you get me off first."
Bluebelle stood and rolled her tight pink leggings down her legs, revealing the messy tuft of pubic hair that crowned her pussy.
"I have a very fun idea for how you can get me off," she said, stepping one leg over the sun lounge, her pussy positioned directly above my face.
"I'm all sweaty from my jog, but you don't mind do you?"
Slowly she lowered herself down so we were in the 69 position, my lips on her labia, and her mouth seeking out my cock.
Her pussy was so wet and smelled so amazing that I barely noticed how sweaty she was. I almost forgot myself and started eating her out, but I held strong. I didn't want this, I couldn't give in to her.
I feel her hand grab my cock, and then her lips tightly wrapped around the head of my cock. Her tongue ran tight circles around my head as she sucked me.
Her mouth felt amazing, so amazing that for a moment I forgot she was doing this against my will. The way she roughly ground her pussy against my face quickly reminded me of the power she had over me.
"Lick me," Bluebelle instructed. I refused and held my face firm.
I tried to say no, but she was pressed so close to my face that I couldn't make a noise.
"I said, lick me." Bluebelle pressed her teeth roughly into my cock.
It wasn't quite a bite, but she applied enough pressure that I'm sure she left tooth marks on me. Her message was clear; my options were either lick her pussy, or have my cock bitten.
She pressed her teeth into me again so I flattened my tongue and sent it searching into her, pushing it as far as I could inside her. Bluebelle moaned, her mouth left my cock as she pushed her whole body against my face, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper inside her.
Even though her mouth had left my cock, the threat of her teeth kept me going. I thought to myself the sooner I get her off, the sooner she'll let me out.
I lowered my mouth, finding her clit with my tongue. I aggressively started licking it, hoping that I could get her off quickly.
She moaned and shuddered like it might have been too much for her to handle.
"Wait, hold that thought," she said, standing and turning around so she was facing me. Again she lowered her pussy onto my face, this time front first.
Her pussy was so wet that I watched a drip form as she lowered herself. Her lips parted the lower she dropped so that by the time she was on my face all I could see was her clit and her opening.
I wondered to myself how long she could possibly keep this position for?
I cursed myself for buying such a tall chair, if it was lower to the ground she might struggle to hold a squat. But at this height, she'd be able to sit on my face for as long as she pleased.
"It feels so much better from this side," she said, taking a strong grip on my hair. "I want to watch your face as I fuck it."
