My Captive Weekend [MM] [MF] [All18+]

Part 2

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.

PART 2

As I lay upon the cot, my mind was whirling in a thousand directions.
Once the footsteps receded into the distance, I began testing my bonds.
The cuffs wrapped around my wrists, and ankles were solidly in place.
No amount of tugging or twisting was able to dislodge them.
The strap around my waist held me tight against the mattress.
Twisting my body was just as futile.

OK, I’m here and at their mercy as long as they keep me bound like this.
I wasn’t afraid, my friend vouched for them, and I know he was an accomplished BDSM player.
Also, if worse comes to worse there was someone outside who knew them, and knew where I was.

My captor had upped the stakes when he began to muse about keeping me for the entire weekend.
This was something I had not contemplated, yet it wasn’t an entirely unwelcome idea.
In fact, as I lay there, the idea of being subject to my captors for the next couple of days began to thrill me.
I had always dreamed of something like this.

I first knew that I was in love with the idea of bondage when I was a little kid.
I can’t tell you how old I was, but I’m guessing I was around ten.
I was watching a movie called “The House Of Wax”, starring Vincent Price.
In the movie he owned a wax museum.
He would kidnap people, and turn them into wax figures to populate his display’s.

At the end of the movie the female lead, had been kidnapped.
When the camera panned around his workshop, we found her bound naked to a table below a vat of boiling wax, waiting to be turned into one of his statues.
Of course she was going to be rescued by the hero of the film, but for me when I saw her bound naked, and at the mercy of another, I got an erection, and secretly told myself, “I want to be bound naked like her.”

So early on I knew I was a submissive, although I didn’t have a name for what I was until much later in life.
Even in my early sexual exploration, I found myself falling in with those who would fulfill those needs of mine.
The very first time I was bound for a sexual reason was when a few years ago.
My folks were close friends with another couple, whose daughter had just moved into her own apartment.
She had invited me over to see her new place and for a meal of pizza.

Sitting on her couch as we chatted, I looked over the back of the couch, and saw a bundle of rope, the soft cotton kind you see used for clothes line.
When I picked up the rope I asked her what these were for.
She told me that she liked to tie up her boyfriend, while they had sex.
After I had peppered her with a thousand questions, she asked if I wanted to try it.
With a certain amount of reluctance I said yes.
Telling me to strip, I removed my clothes and stood before her bare assed naked.
My penis was ridged and ready.

Taking my arms behind my back, she began to tie my arms by wrapping a section of rope around my upper arms, while winding the rope downward until the length of my arms were bound.
Holding me as she guided and lowered me to the floor, she continued her work by repeating this with my legs.
I was now bound and unable to move my arms and legs.
As I lay there she teased and edged my penis until I was begging for her to allow my my climax.
For the next hour she teased my body.
At one point she turned me onto my side and began playing with my bottom.
Finally placing a plug into my bottom.
At this point she had one hand on my penis, the other underneath me, pulling and twisting the plug she had inserted.
Edging me for the next few minutes had my body primed and ready.
When at last she ordered me to cum, she began thrusting and twisting the plug without mercy.
As my climax came upon me, she yanked the plug outward, and repeated this while jerking on my penis.
When I came, she redoubled her effort, jabbing the plug into my bottom as I spewed cum all over the place.

That in a nutshell was my first real experience in bondage.
This episode set the tone for my fantasies and desires.
The problem with this kink, was that finding a partner to indulge in my fantasies became a exercise in futility.
Those I found, were never quite on the same page as me.

I am unable to say how long I lay there, but it had to have been at least an hour or two.
Part of that hour was a continued effort to free myself.
An hour that was pure futility.

At the moment I had planned on calling out to my captors, the light clicked on.
Followed by the sound of two sets of foot falls.
Closer to the cot they came.
As soon as the steps halted on either side of the bed, a hand came to rest on my bottom.
This time there was no spankings applied to my bottom.
However, the hand did begin to tease the little ring in my bottom.
Once the hand withdrew, the restraints around my limbs were unbuckled, the strap around my waist was removed, allowing me to move around on the cot.

“Hello slut, are you ready to begin the evening? The one voice said.
Nodding my head apparently not good enough.
“When you are addressed, you will answer, nodding is no way to acknowledge your betters.” I was told.
“Get up, remove your hood, and leave the gag around your neck, and follow us.
Keep you head down, and your eyes on the ground.” Voice number two told me.

With me following my captors, we made our way from the basement into what could be called in an ordinary house a rec room.
This however wasn’t an ordinary house.
This room was nothing more than a dungeon.
Along the walls, were a series of rings set at various heights.
Through these rings were sets of leather cuffs.
In one corner was a St Andrews cross.
Dead center in the room was an odd looking bench.
Wood, with a series of straps that would hold someone face down, butt up, as they knelled on the padded surface.

“OK slut, on your knees, mouth open, eyes closed.” I was told.
In just seconds, a penis was shoved into my mouth.
He took about ten strokes in my throat, before the second guy took his ten strokes.
Before I go any further, I need to tell you about my captors.
This was the first time I had the opportunity to see them without a hood over my head.
The one I had been calling “voice number one, was a man in his mid thirties.
He stood around six foot tall, blond hair, and was built like a linebacker.
Voice number two, was an African American man standing around six foot eight.
This man had what today would be called a “Dad bod”.
In his day he must have been extremely well built, however like all of us time has taken it’s toll.
He had a bit of a belly, yet you could still see that in his younger days, his build was much like voice number one.

“Slut, from now on that is the only name you will answer to.
As to the two of us, you don’t have any need to know our names.
If you need to respond to us, you will call us “Sir”, Is that understood?
“Yes sir.” I responded.
“Good, now I want you to crawl over to the cross over in that corner, and stand up against the cross, facing away from us, your arms up against the cross members, with your legs spread wide.

Once I was in position my arms and legs were strapped onto the cross members.
There was a shuffling sound from behind me, followed by a whoosh of air a fraction of a second before my bottom felt the impact of a leather belt come to rest against my bottom.
Five, ten, fifteen time the belt fell against my bottom.
Each hit was stronger than the previous, by number twenty I was tearing up and ready to use my safe words.
By thirty, I was in tears.
Yet somewhere inside me, I decided that I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of driving me to use the safe words.

At the final stroke, my bottom was on fire, yet I felt empowered to be the best sub they ever had the opportunity to know.
As the last vestige of the sting faded, I felt my bottom being greased up with lube.
Behind me, the weight of another body steeled upon the cross, and against my back.
A pair of hands pulled the cheeks of my bottom wide as the person on the cross with me began to run his penis around my bottom.
With a few trial jabs. He was able to line up his penis with my little ring.
Ever so slowly, he pressed inward.
Once he was assured of his aim, his hips rammed forward, impaling me upon his phallus.

What followed was done without finesse.
My bottom was invaded, and the pounding that followed was ruthless.
Each time he drove forward, my penis was shoved against the crook of the cross.
Harder and harder his pushes became, I could feel my little ring being pulled outward each time he drew back.
The other person, had reached around the front of the cross and held onto my penis.
With each inward thrust from the guy behind, my penis was jammed through the fingers of the person holding on to it.
Every time I felt myself nearing climax, the fingers withdrew from my penis, denying me any release.

Moments later, the person behind me stiffened, and I could feel his orgasm take hold as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into my bottom.
If I thought I was reprieved, I guessed wrong.
As the first guy, withdrew, person number two stepped up to the cross, and what followed was a repeat of the previous ten minutes, this time, the penis was bigger, harder, and more forceful.
And yet again, I was denied release.

Once the second assault upon my bottom was concluded, the straps holding me to the cross were undone, and I was lifted down from the platform the cross stood upon.
Once down I was pushed towards what turned out to be a bathroom.
Into the shower stall I was placed, whereupon the handle was turned, drenching me in cold water.
Letting out a shriek, from the shock of the cold water, didn’t cause them to turn the knob to include hot water into the mix.

After about three minutes the water was turned off, and a towel was tossed to me.
Once I was dry, I was taken back into the room, and told to lay on the table in the center of the room.
Once I was there, they brought out a bag from which they pulled out a can of shaving cream, and two razors.
One electric, the other an old fashioned bladed razor.
Beginning with the electric razor, they began to remove my pubic hair.
Once the bulk of the hair was down to stubble, they switched over to the blade.
Lathering up the stubble, the razor began it’s journey.
With each swipe, more and more hair disappeared, until I was as bald as a teen.
Once completed, I was flipped over onto my stomach, and the process was repeated with my bottom.
Both of those were new experiences for me.
I had never before shaved off my pubic hair, nor the small amount of hair that that ringed my bottom hole.
When you spend years with a bush, the feeling of it’s absence is shocking.

Once again, I was flipped over onto my back.
As I lay there. My balls and penis were being played with.
In just seconds, I learned there was a reason they were being manipulated.
My balls and penis were pulled through a metallic ring, followed by something cold and metal being fitted over my penis, followed by the sound of loud click.

From my position I was unable to see what was done to me.
It wasn’t until my hand was lifted and placed upon my penis.
Shit, they had placed a chastity cage around my penis, held tight to my body by the ring that was first pulled over my balls, and penis.
Without looking, I explored the devise that had me locked up.
The first thing I felt was the cage.
Imagine a miniature bird cage, that had a slight bend in the middle.
My penis was now scrunched up inside this cage.

“I’m going to guess that you have never experienced a chastity cage before.
Let me show you what it can do.” He said.
Reaching down he began to play with my balls, and the tip of my penis that was poking through the hole in the front of the cage.
Instantly, my penis began to harden.
The results were pain, pain that shot through my penis, and up through my body.
As I twisted around in an attempt to alleviate the pain, my captor flicked his finger tip against my balls.
This had the effect of causing my penis to deflate, thereby halting the pain.
“OK, now you see what will happen if you have an erection.
If you are a good boy, we may allow you to have an orgasm at the end of your captivity.
But then again we may not.
Oh well, you’ll just have to go along and see what we have decided in the end.” I was told.

Both of them took me by my arms, and led me over to a corner of the room.
Stepping over to an object that was covered by a drop cloth.
As the cover was removed I was face to face with a very large dog cage.
As the door in it’s front was opened I was told to enter.
Inside the cage was a large cushion that covered the bottom.
Also, inside was a large bottle of water.
The inside dimensions were large enough that I could lay down, if I pulled my knees up.
However, there was no way I could stand up inside the cage.
On my knees, yes, stand no.
“Here is where you will sleep tonight.
If you are a good boy, we may rethink your sleeping arrangements.” He said.

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