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."
