My Captive Weekend [MM] [MF] [18+]

How could this have happened?
How could I have gotten myself into this?

As I awoke, I found myself unable to move.
It felt like I was laying on an old army cot.
The rough blanket grating upon my face.
My wrists were bound above my head, and my legs were stretched wide, bound to the frame of the cot,
a strap wound it’s way around my waist, and under the cot.
Trying to twist myself around, I found myself unable to move very far in any one direction.
Whoever did this, did a very thorough job of it.

“Hello, is there anyone there, is anyone out there that can hear me?” I heard my voice ask the wind.
Unfortunately, those sound failed to go very far due to the ball gag in my mouth.
Struggling against my bonds, I despaired that I was unable to affect my status.
The air in the room was sweltering hot, the humidity intolerable.
My body soaked in sweat, dripping from every pore of my body.

Twisting around, attempting to dislodge myself from my bonds, proved to be futile.
How did I manage to get myself into this?
All I wanted was to be dominated and used like an object.
Used solely for the pleasure of another.
That was the substance of the ad I posted on the website.

I had told my best friend about the ad I posted during our lunch hour break at work.
Late that afternoon he came into my office to chat.
“Frank, were you serious about that post?
Because if you were, I know a couple of guys who might be willing to help you out.
I’ve known them for years, and they are pretty good guys.
I can tell you that they have been known to indulge in BDSM play.
When we are out drinking, they tend to chat about their love of this type of play.
I could talk to them if you like.
I do know that they can be very discreet.” John said.

The guy who emailed me the next day sounded perfect.
Once he informed me that John had contacted him, and told him about myself and my post, I felt more at ease then if he were someone I met blindly through the filters of the internet.
He lived in my area, and could host.
During our back and forth emails, I told him I wanted to experience all those things I ever dreamed of, but was afraid of doing.
I told him I was ready to put those fears aside for once in my life and just allow myself to let go.
I spoke to him of my desire to find myself bound and helpless.
Well I guess I got what I asked for.

In the midst of my introspection, a dim single light in the distance clicked on.
This dim illumination did nothing to improve my ability to see anything useful.
It was to far away, and sheltered behind some boxes.
What I could see of my surroundings, was limited.
For the most part all I was able to see were shadows.
What I could tell was that I was in basement, the cot I lay upon was near a boiler.
The heat and humidity I had been feeling came from that very same object.

Footsteps in the background made their presence known.
The closer they came, the more intimidating they sounded.
In my heightened state, every sound was magnified by a factor of ten.
“Well, well, well, I see that you are awake, I hope you aren’t to comfortable.
After all it was your wish to become an object, to be used sexually like the little slut boy you have dreamed about all your life.
Please don’t try to talk, the ball gag will only make it hard for you to speak.
Just know, that we are here to give you what you desire, and maybe just a little more than you expected.
Are you ready to begin?” The voice asked me.

Once again the room was plunged into darkness.
As a hood was placed over my head.
The hood was made of an elastic material, with a large opening for my mouth.
Hands grabbed at my head, as the ball gag was torn from my mouth, only to be replaced with a hard cock.
My head held in his hands, as his cock slid into my mouth, and down the back of my throat.
There was no concern for whether or not I could handle what he was doing.
I was just relegated to being his fuck toy.
With each forward shove, his cock elicited a gallon of saliva to pour from my mouth onto his cock, and from there unto the blanket below.
My eyes were burning from my attempts to gather a breath between his inward strokes.

Releasing my head he placed the ball gag back into place over the hood.
“Well, well, well, are you comfortable?
If you are, we can make it less so.
How does that sound to you?” My captor said.
While he spoke, I once again attempted to twist my way out of my bonds.

“Today is Friday, it’s nine pm and none of us have to be back at work until Monday morning.
We have been debating on whether or not to make this a one evening event, or if we should keep you for the entire weekend.
Either way, you belong to us to use as we see fit.
So, a couple of ground rules, we want you to understand that we will do nothing that will cause you any permanent harm.
There will be safe words in place, I know you understand them and their use.
You may opt out of this at any time.
However if you do we may just drop you off naked in the middle of downtown, and watch as you try to make your way home.” He told me.

Doing my best to make myself understood through the gag, I nodded, and mumbled my assent to acknowledge my submission.
As soon as I did this I heard a second pair of footsteps moving up behind the cot.
Before a word was spoken, a hand began to spank my bottom.
Over and over, the hand came down upon my bottom.
Even trying to dodge the blows was futile, the bonds kept me in place during this assault upon my backside.
Fuck that stings!
I could feel the heat rising from the my bottom, as each strike found it’s mark.
As quickly as the spanking began, it ended.
What followed was someone reaching between my legs, and pulling my penis out from underneath my body, and yanking it into the open between my legs.
The hands began to lightly stroke my penis to hardness.
At the moment it began to leak pre-cum, it was abandoned, and the spanking continued.
This was torture, pleasure followed by pain.
Over and over this was repeated, I had to have been brought to the brink at least a dozen times.
Never once allowed to complete my climax.

The feet behind me shuffled around to my front
I could sense him standing in front of my face, as the gag was pulled down to hang around my neck.
Once again, hands pulled my head up from the cot, only to have a cock shoved into my mouth.
Wrapping my lips around this penis, I did my best to please the person fucking my throat.
At each inward stroke, I waggled my tongue around it’s underside, hoping to give pleasure to the person using me.

While in the midst of this another pair of hands was pulling at the cheeks of my bottom.
Stretching them outward, while teasing my little ring with the tip of his finger, driving me to distraction.
In just moments, I felt something cool dripping onto my little ring, as the finger began to worm it’s way inward.
As the finger twisted around inside my bottom, I was feeling my body respond by attempting to hump the bed I lay upon.
As soon as this was spotted by my captors, a hand began to spank my bottom once again.
“If you dare cum, without permission, you will be severely punished.
If you think this little spanking was punishment, guess again.
While I promised that there would never be any lasting damage to you, that doesn’t means you won’t be hurting.” I was informed.

Again the cheeks of my bottom were pulled apart, and something icy cold and metallic was placed against the little ring on my bottom.
As the item was twisted, while being inched forward into me, I began to groan with fear and anticipation.
Fear for the unknown, that unknown was how big was this thing?
Was it going to hurt?
The answer, big, and a lot.
The very moment I was about to call out the safe words to stop, I felt the object reach it’s maximum width, as my little ring snapped closed around the narrow part of it’s base, effectively locking it in place.

Oh my God, the width of this thing, and the feeling of fullness was intense.
As the hand twisted the plug this way, and that, my penis resumed leaking pre-cum.
Once again my mouth was refilled with a hard cock.
One hand under my chin, keeping my head upright as it sawed in and out.
Over and over, my breathing stifled as the cock forced open my throat.
My only opportunity to breath, was when my captor withdrew long enough to allow me to take a deep breath.
Once that was accomplished, the cock was reinserted into my throat.
Seconds later, I felt the person fucking my throat stiffen as a river of cum flooded my mouth and throat.

In just moments, I could hear the footsteps retreat into the distance, followed by the lone light was turned off, leaving me in total darkness.
In the distance, the voice said,
“Don’t go anywhere, you should take a little nap now while you have the chance, we’re going to have an interesting night ahead of us.” The voice said..

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