Bondage Mystery

by Powerone

  Her body molded against his, and she was rewarded with an erection that throbbed against her pussy. He wasn’t huge but was more than adequate. Her hands slid down to his waist as she pushed her breasts into his chest. Her hands paused there for seconds before they slid down to his buttocks. She felt his cock shudder against her pussy when she clenched his buttocks with her hands. They were firm, and she could feel the muscles contract, but it was his cock that couldn’t stay still. “Your cock is so big and hard,” she complimented him.

  Brad didn’t know what to do or say. Should I say thank you? He couldn’t control the contractions in his cock if he wanted to, so it was a good thing that she didn’t mind it. They continued to dance and rub against each other. Brad didn’t know how long he could last with the constant friction on his cock before he came prematurely as he struggled to contain his lust.

  The music stopped. “I’m Justine.”

  “Brad. It’s nice to meet you.” He managed to get a full sentence out.

  He was so polite. “Can I drag you away from your friends for a moment to meet my friend?”

  He looked over and saw some of them look at him with a surprised look on their faces that he was with Justine. “Yes.” She took him over to a table where another stunning woman waited.

  “Bridget, this is Brad.”

  “Good to meet you, Brad.” She shook his hand, but she held it longer. She didn’t understand what Justine’s plan was, but she knew it would be good. “What do you do for a living, Brad?”

  “I’m an accountant,” more comfortable talking about his job where he was secure and fit in.

  She should’ve expected that. She’d always heard that accountants were very imaginative lovers, but being one herself, she didn’t think that was true. Maybe it only pertained to male accountants.

  Justine heard the music start again. It wasn’t a slow song, but it was a hard beat, and they could go to the side of the dance floor and be out of the way. “Let’s dance again, Brad. See you soon, Bridget.” She winked to her as she said it.

  Brad didn’t know what to think of all this. Bridget was just as stunning as Justine, and he found himself on the dance floor once again. He wished it were a slow song so he could rub against her once again.

  He started to dance, but she grabbed him and pulled him up against her once again. “I hope you don’t mind dancing slow with me. Get good and hard for me. I like that,” she encouraged him. To make sure that he understood her hand brushed across the front of his pants to urge his cock to greater hardness.

  Her words were enough to make him harder although he didn’t know how he could get any harder, but then, she touched his cock or at least he thought she did. He didn’t know if it was an accident or on purpose, but his cock got rock hard and he thought it would explode. Then, she pushed that body against him and began to rub against his cock slowly, as if she masturbated him with her body. He didn’t care if anyone saw them.

  The song ended, but they didn’t part. Justine saw Bridget look over, and she nodded to her. Bridget wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she walked over. The music started again, and Justine continued to dance slowly and erotically against Brad.

  He was startled when he heard Justine say it.

  “Join us, Bridget.”

  Bridget saw the way Justine danced with him. It was as though she fucked him standing up. Bridget pressed up against his back and pushed her tits into his back as she rubbed her pussy on his ass. She felt a tingle of excitement at this.

  Now, he had two luscious bodies rubbing him front and back. He didn’t know what drove the luck to him, but his cock loved the attention. He couldn’t keep it down if he tried.

  “Feel how hard he is, Bridget.”

  Brad’s heart stopped beating, and his lungs wouldn’t fill with air. Bridget’s hand reached around and went to his crotch. Her fingers curled around the shaft with such determination. “He’s throbbing and hard.” She rubbed his cock and felt it jerk uncontrollably beneath her fingers. “I think we should go someplace private.”

  “Would you like to go with us?” It was Justine that asked him.

  “Yes”, he managed to stammer. His throat and lips were parched.

  “Are you going to be big and hard for us?”

  “Yes,” but his voice trembled. He hoped he could live up to their expectations.

  It was as if everyone looked at him as he walked out with two gorgeous women on his arms, one on each side. They brought a car around, a new Mercedes sedan. He saw her tip the valet a twenty.

  “You drive, Bridget.” She got into the back seat and Brad sat in the front.

  Bridget might think that she was the chauffeur, but she always wanted to drive a car like that. It was only a short distance to the hotel, but the car almost drove itself.

  Justine reached around into the front seat to check his seat belt. “I don’t want anything to happen to you, Brad. Nice and tight,” but her fingers strayed over his cock. “Poor boy, your cock is so cramped. Don’t worry. We’ll do something about that soon enough,” as she continued to stroke his cock as it jerked in his cramped pants.

  His cock never had so much attention. It was a short trip when they pulled in front of the hotel, the finest one in Roanoke. They let the valet take the car as they took the elevator to the twentieth floor. He was going to a hotel room with two strange women that were attracted to him. He didn’t understand why, but his cock ached from being hard so long. They went inside, and it was a big room with a separate bedroom. The view was to die for, the curtains open and the city lights twinkled below.

  “I have to use the bathroom,” the last couple of drinks gave him an urgent need, but he didn’t know if he could unless his erection went down. It wouldn’t do that when both of the women were in front of him.

  “Come here,” Justine told him, refusing to let him go to the bathroom. “You can wait a minute,” she lied to him.

  Justine sat on the footstool of the chair, and Bridget went behind him. He felt four hands run over his body indiscriminately. Bridget pushed her lovely tits into his back as her hands encircled his waist and began to open the buttons on his shirt. He was confused, as it was usually the man that undressed the woman, but the way his cock felt, he didn’t care. She pushed his shirt open, but then, her fingers went to his nipples. He never felt them get so hard that they throbbed, but no woman ever touched them sexually like that. Not even when she pinched them with sharp fingernails could make his cock go down.

  Justine sat there with his cock bulging out his pants only inches from her face. Her hand traced the outline of his cock in spite of the way it tried to move around, but his pants were too tight to contain such a raging erection. She pinched the head of his cock, and she was sure that his shorts had a wet spot. “Do you like me touching your cock, Brad?”

  How could I say no? “Yes,” he managed to get the simple one-word answer out while the four hands fondled him.

  She pushed her hand between his legs and made him spread them. She found his balls and squeezed them tight and held them in a firm grip. “How about your balls, Brad? Do you like that?” She gripped his balls tighter until she could trap his elusive balls that floated around inside.

  “Yes,” he repeated as his heart raced with excitement. He looked down to watch Justine open his belt as Bridget slipped his shirt out and he was naked to the waist. He thought he should do something and reciprocate and fondle them, but when he tried to touch Justine, she slapped his hands away.

  “Be a good boy and keep your hands at your sides,” she cautioned him as she pulled the zipper down on his pants. His cock jutted out as it pushed his shorts out lewdly. She slipped his pants down his legs until they rested on his feet. She’d get rid of them as soon as his shorts were gone.

  Bridget was getting into it, not sure exactly what Justine had in mind, but it had nothing to do with either one of them being submissive to Brad. It gave her a perverse excitement. She reached around his waist, and her hand sli
d into his shorts until she could grip his cock. Her fingers went around it and held it tight as the muscle jerked and shuddered to be free. “You’re not only hard and big, but your cock is hot.” She stroked the loose skin on the shaft.

  Bridget beat Justine to it, so she went between his legs once again and gripped his balls, but this time, it was only his shorts that protected them, and they did little as her fingers chased his balls until she could trap them and squeeze them.

  “EEEEEHH!” He went to his toes when she gripped his balls so hard that they ached, but it changed as his cock was rubbed at the same time. The pain mixed with the pleasure and lost out. She goosed him and it felt good.

  Bridget released his cock and pulled her hand from the front of his shorts so they could slip into the back of his shorts until she found his naked buttocks to fondle.

  Justine was free to grab his cock now that Bridget released it. She pulled the top of his shorts down until the bulbous helmet of his cock peeked out the top. She trapped it with his shorts and rubbed the rough waistband along the soft underbelly of the helmet. She was rewarded when a milky drop of cum pulsated out the tip.

  Bridget felt him clench his cheeks. She pulled the side of his shorts with her other hand to reveal one naked buttock, and then, she slapped it with a resounding snap of her hand. “Relax those cheeks. Don’t you dare tighten them no matter what we do,” she warned him. She gave him another slap to punctuate her demand.

  The women overwhelmed Brad. Justine stroked the head of his cock. Even though it was trapped by the waistband of his shorts, and it felt like it was a knife that cut it, her touch made it all feel good. He couldn’t stop the drops of precum that leaked out. Bridget had her hand down the back of his shorts and sent shivers through his body as she ran her hand over his naked buttocks. He wasn’t allowed to clench his buttocks when he felt the shameful touch of her fingers along his crack. It sent spasms in his anal muscles that he couldn’t control. This was like the most erotic fantasy he ever had.

  “Let’s get his shorts off, Bridget.” They both pulled his shorts down at the same time. His cock popped free and bounced crazily in front of him at being freed from the confines of his shorts.

  Brad found himself naked in front of two women. He blushed in shame, but he couldn’t stop the pleasure that raced through his body. They yanked his pants and shorts off his feet after they pulled his shoes off. He still had his socks on.

  “Over here, Brad. Lay over my lap.” Justine settled back more comfortably on the footstool.

  He didn’t know why or he wouldn’t admit it to himself, but he lay over her lap. Her short skirt was pulled up so high he could see her red panties between her legs. No matter how he laid on her, his naked cock would touch her naked leg. Her hand was on his back as he laid on her, but then, it slid down over his bare buttocks as his cock touched her leg. He couldn’t control the contractions of his cock the minute it touched her flesh.

  Justine spread her legs wider when his cock touched her legs. “Let your cock slip between my thighs, Brad.” She felt it slip between them as he settled on her lap, and then, she clenched her thighs and trapped his cock between them. She could feel it try to move, but her thighs gripped it too tight.

  If felt like his cock was inside her. Her muscles gripped it so tight and her hand was still on his ass. He kept his buttocks relaxed fearing what would happen if he didn’t.

  “SMMMACCCK!”

  His buttock stung, but he’d expected it, but the power of her hand surprised him. He jerked, and she released his cock but only for a second. It felt so good, as if she clenched and unclenched her thighs on his cock. He welcomed the next blow, so his cock could feel the pleasure once again.

  Bridget kneeled right next to his face and lifted his head up so he had to look at her. Her fingers went to his cheek and then his lips. “Make sure you keep your cock big and hard, Brad.” Her fingers went to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t try to stop her as two fingers pushed through his lips. “Does your cock feel good between her thighs, Brad?” She began to run her fingers in and out of his mouth as if she was fucking his mouth with a tiny cock.

  “Yesss,” he mumbled around the fingers that explored his mouth. They ran all over inside, including running over his tongue. More fingers entered, and his lips had to part wider to take them inside. They moved to the back of his mouth, and one time, they accidently went too deep.

  “GGLLLUPP!” He gagged. Meanwhile, Justine continued to spank him, but instead of his cheeks, her hand hit closer to his crack. He fought the natural instincts to clench his cheeks tight as her slaps came close to his anus.

  Bridget had four fingers in his mouth, and except for an occasional gag, Brad made no attempt to stop her. She hoped that Justine had in mind what she thought. It would surprise Brad. She saw Brad trying to hump her thighs, but Justine must have his cock in a death grip, frustrating Brad. She continued to spank him, and he thought nothing of that. His laser focus was on his cock. “Your balls must be cramped. I’m going to fix them for you, Brad.”

  She pulled her hands out of his mouth, and his cock throbbed at the thought of her fingers on his balls. She moved behind him so he couldn’t see her very well. Justine’s eyes went to the table next to him to point it out to Bridget. On it was a piece of leather string, and next to it was a smile tube of Vaseline with the lid off.

  Brad jumped when Bridget grabbed his balls from behind and not gently. She yanked his balls backward until the skin stretched and she could see part of his trapped cock between Justine’s legs. She pushed his legs further apart.

  Brad struggled not to cum when his balls were manhandled, or should he say woman-handled. With his balls pushed up, it was easy for her to find his testicles and she gripped them with the same harshness. It hurt but hurt good. Her fingers continued to roll over his ball sack as if she explored it minutely down to the last detail. She yanked the loose skin backward until it felt like she’d tear it off, but then she sought out his testicles and pulled them to the very end until they were trapped. He felt something strange, more pressure on his balls, as though her hand clenched tight on them and wouldn’t release them. It was as if she had a dozen hands, pinching his testicles but also running over them with her fingers. The pressure grew around his balls, and his testicles were trapped in a tiny space. He didn’t know how she did it, but it was pure pleasure that he felt. Her fingernails even traced over the base of his cock and that sent it pulsating between Justine’s tight thighs.

  “Look back, Brad,” Bridget ordered him. She saw the surprised look on his face when she pulled the end of the leather strap and his balls were yanked backward.

  He couldn’t believe that she tied up his balls, but he felt them strain as they were trapped in the end. Even his cock was pulled backward until it felt as though she’d rip his balls off his body.

  “Are they tender?” She slapped his testicles softly, but that was enough to get his attention as the vulnerable testicles were unable to escape.

  “OOOWWW!” He cried out, and his belly cramped from the pain.

  “Keep that ass up high, Brad, or else,” Justine warned him as she lubricated her finger.

  Then, he felt something different and alarming. A finger pressed against his anus, but it was cold and wet. With his balls stretched backward, his ass was thrust up and his anus was forced open. He felt the muscles quiver in his anus as the finger rubbed around his tight hole. She wouldn’t touch him like that. He was sure of that.

  “Keep your ass hole open so I can penetrate it. It’ll go easier if you’re lubricated.” Justine pushed with her finger, and his anus couldn’t keep her slick finger out. It slid in and breached his sphincter with ease, but she didn’t stop until she was in two knuckles deep and her finger pushed against the resisting muscles in his rectum. Bridget helped her out by continuing to yank his balls back each time he tried to move away from her probing finger.

  “AAAHHH!” It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable and shame
ful to have a finger that wormed in his ass. He didn’t understand why she did it, but the finger moved inside him like a tiny animal that was burrowing in deep. The finger pushed in deep then pulled out, stretching his anal ring until it almost escaped, but then, she pushed back in, but it felt like more fingers that stretched him in such a perverse place. The fingers moved easily on the lubricant, and he feared why she did that.

  Bridget fondled his balls while Justine lubricated his ass hole with at least three fingers before she finally pulled them out. She slapped her ass one last time, but then, she wiped her wet finger on his buttocks.

  “In the bedroom, Bridget, you first.” Justine whispered to her softly.

  “Get up, Brad.” Justine helped him up and was pleased that he was still big and hard. “Kneel against the wall until Bridget comes back.” She reached down and stroked his cock until Bridget returned.

  It took some work to figure it out and put it on, but Bridget was proud of herself when she finished. It was a bit odd over her short skirt, but it was on solidly. Now, she understood what Justine was doing. She went into the living room, and Brad kneeled submissively with his back against the wall, naked with Justine keeping him hard and occupied.

  Brad couldn’t believe it when he saw her. He’d never seen anything like it before. She had a strap-on wrapped around her waist. It jutted out in front of her like an erect cock, and it was big and shaped like one, also. The head was bulbous, bigger than his cock. The shaft had life-like veins, bumps and ridges on it, and there was even a pair of hairy balls at the end with wiry hairs that jutted out three inches.

  “Bridget’s going to fuck your mouth, Brad. Don’t worry, I’ll stroke your cock and keep you hard. Do a good job sucking her cock or else.”

  This would be bad enough, but now, he knew why his anus was lubricated. Will Justine strap on a fake cock and sodomize me? Yet, he didn’t move a muscle. Naked with a hand stroking his cock was hard to protest no matter what.