My name is Lucas, i'm 18 and this happened about three weeks ago after a houseparty I was invited to. I remember drinking a lot that evening and the story begins as I wake up the next morning...
I opened my eyes but still couldn't see anything. I tried swallowing and found it to be difficult, I felt something big and plastic in my mouth. I wrinkled my nose and felt whatever material was wound around my head over my eyes- a blindfold. Confused and hungover, tried to sit up, only to be caught at the wrists by a length of rope, binding them above my head.
"Ah, you're awake," a velvet over gravel voice spoke somewhere in the room and I knew immediately who it was.
"Peter?" I tried to say through my gag, only to make a slurred sound like "hee-uh?"
I could vaguely remember dancing and having fun with this two year older guy at the party named Peter. I could remember his voice, because of his american accent.
Peter's warm, chapped hands stroke up my naked thighs and I shivered.
"You should really see yourself, Lucas," Peter cooed. He splayed a hand over my sternum, absently pawing one of my nipples with his thumb.
"You look so precious like this."
I shivered again under his touch. True to my character, I tried to say something, with no luck of it sounding human.
I could hear Peter chuckle once, a throaty huff. His other hand on my thigh roamed a little higher, lazily plucking on something on a pair of lacy turquoise panties, stretched snugly over the bulge of my member.
"Absolutely precious," he repeated.
I wiggled, feeling the itchy lace of women's underwear chafe almost uncomfortably tight around my hipbones. I had no clue how they got there but I couldn't remember how I got here, either.
And I couldn't hope to remember when Peter squeezed my nipple none too gently. I catched my breath, almost choking on the saliva collecting in my mouth.
"Very responsive, just like I imagined," he drawled, continuing to rub the hardened bud between his fingers and I trembled. I could feel a big hand on my waist smoothing over my lace wrapped package and began to palm it gently in circles.
I made sounds and tried to bend myself away from Peter's touch, but obviously didn't get far. Peter had my body completely under siege.
I could feel how Peter leaned in close and nipped my other nipple with blunt human teeth, earning another soft guttural noise from me. I was trying so hard not to enjoy this.
"Picking these out was fun, you know," Peter said casually as both hands rubbed me slowly. "I almost went with pink. But blue suits you better."
At that point I really wanted to tell him to shove his fashion sense up his ass, but instead I gagged on a dry sob. This was totally humiliating, but still I enjoyed it.
Peter snuck two fingers under my' panties, and I immediately tried clamping my legs shut. So much for my captor carelessly forgetting to bind my feet too.
"You don't have to fight it, Lucas. Just relax," Peter coaxed, brushing his fingers over my warm shaft.
"Have you ever been touched like this before?" He asked, calm like a fucking doctor, but with an undertone of mischievous delight. I swallowed but could still feel drool leaking down my chin and I shook my head helplessly.
"So you like this, don't you?"
I didn't reply- like hell I would. I still had some dignity left.
Which basically flew out the window when Peter latched his mouth onto my dick and mouthed it through the fabric, while keeping his fingers busy.
"Nnh!" I kept trying to get away, even though it felt really good.
Suddenly... I could see. Peter had taken the blindfold off. I was in a unfamiliar bedroom, but it looked like a hotel room.
"You can't deny it," Peter murmured, "you're already getting yourself wet, like a girl."
I looked up on him, the handsome american boy, with shoft blonde hair, crewcut. Into his ocean blue eyes and onto his perfect white smile. Peter was a big, bulky guy with muscular arms and toned chest. I actually felt the blush flare up on my face, because of his beauty but also because of his comment. I couldn't keep myself from squirming, to get away or because of the way Peter mouthed my sex through the fabric, deliberately dampening it- I really couldn't say.
He got up and walked over to a mahogny colored desk where he picked up a canon camera. He came back to the bed and crawled on top of it. He pointed the camera at me and clicked, a flash appeared, blinding me.
"So beautiful." He murmured and turned the camera so that I could see the pic he just took.
I could now see what I was gagged with, a big black ball gag, strapped behind my head. I looked hungover, drugged pretty much. The panties the only colorful thing about me ...
I protested into my gag, wiggling around again.
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you. Just collecting some nice memories before my travel back home." Peter took a couple of more pictures before putting the camera down and reaching up to undo my gag and I wheezed, tasting air again. "I want to hear you," he explained with a hard twist on my nipple again.
"Gah! Sc-screw -ah- you!" I gritted out between groans.
"Mind your manners, it's ladies first," he tsk'ed, digging his both sets of nails into the mounds of my backside. I bucked my body up beyond my control and our bodies suddenly became one.
He came down and kissed my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth, hard preassure on my lips. He kept touching me all over, and I could do nothing. I kissed him back, my body dancing along with his. The panties digging into my arse, and I groaned in pain into Peter's mouth.
He pulled back and looked upon my face, caressing my cheek.
"Such a beauty..." He walked back to the desk and bent down to something I couldn't see. He came back up with another pair of panties and a roll of white microfoam tape.
"I bet you look even more beautiful with tape over those pretty lips." He climbed on top of me again, and as much as I tried to turn away, he soon had a grip on my jaw with one big hand.
"Don't be such a tease Lucas, it's hard to hold back." He said before pushing the panties into my mouth, stuffing it completely. I could close my lips around it as he picked up the roll of tape. He started wrapping it slowly around my head and over my lips.
"I can still see the shape of your curved lips.... holy fuck you look so good."
He stopped after three turns and kissed my gagged lips before moving back down to my crotch.
Part 2 coming soon...