Stories - The Long Hours Of Raw Lust - Pt 3

Part 3

He replaced the gag and shepherded the bound and helpless big man down some steps. Brad smelled dank, moist air.  "And here we are!" the voice sounded so delighted.  Brad was reminded of a kid who's just entered a toy shop!

"This is my lair where I spend hours and hours when I need something that my guest possesses. And tonight," Brad jerked as sharp teeth nibbled at his nipple, "you're my guest of honour!  Hehehe!"  

  Brad was quite sure he has been mistaken for someone else.  An MI6 agent perhaps.  And who was his captor? Was he an agent of some rogue nation?  Though it was obvious that he was at the mercy of a guy who got his thrills tying up and keeping them helpless, what was not obvious was what this sadist wanted!  Brad suddenly thought of Rob! As a two time winner of the World Strongman Contest, Rob had visited a few countries in Asia. Had he got involved in some clandestine stuff? The thought of Rob as an espionage agent was too ridiculous! A jolly handsome giant a spy? Nah! 

   Brad felt his jeans being peeled off his legs. Next he heard a gasp and a chuckle. "Someone's damn anxious here!" he heard his captor and felt a finger rub against his cock head that peeped over the waistband of his tight tiny briefs. Hands mashed his ass. "God! We have work to do!" he heard his captor giggle. Brad smelt something cloyingly sweet and the next second, a rag was pressed against his nose. He felt light headed.......

 "Rise and shine!" he heard a cheery voice and felt cold water splashed on his face. Brad opened his eyes and looked around. It was dark. He was still a bit groggy. About 10 feet in front of him, he saw a figure that was spotlit. It was a large naked man. He had been tied to a chair. His arms had been pulled behind him. His thick thighs were wide apart and his ankles had been tied to the chair's legs. Thin black cord had been wound cruelly tight around his torso. His immense man breasts bulged between the strands. As did his large swollen nipples. He was gagged. Brad wondered who this massive man was. Well, he no longer felt lonely. 

 A hand on his naked ass lifted the fog from his mind. He heaved his huge bound body. So did the large man tied up in front of him! It was only then Brad realised that the man tied up in a chair was his own reflection in a large mirror that had been cunningly placed by his captor! He didn't know how long he'd been out for the count. But it had given the sadist enough time to strip him naked and tie him to this chair. " I'm sure you'd like to have a closer look at yourself.  Let me help you." the man pushed the mirror till it was a mere feet away from his captive.

 Brad got a first look at his captor. Not a very good first look as he'd put on a Batman mask that revealed just his mouth and jaws. And he'd worn a nondescript black loose shirt and jeans. In his hand was a riding crop. He trailed the tip of the crop very slowly, all over Brad's large thighs. And very gently tapped his erect cock. The bound and gagged prisoner grunted in his gag. The captor chuckled and went behind his captive.

  Brad squirmed as that hand caressed and fondled his not inconsiderable butt. He instinctively tried to shake away that hand. Brad wasn't surprised to discover that his wrists were tied together behind him around the chair's back.  He was surprised though to discover that he could neither lower them nor raise them! The ends of the strip of cloth that was his gag had been tied off to his wrists behind him. And in his reflection, he saw that his balls had been tied and had also probably been attached to his wrists. 

  Now that the mirror was placed close to him,  Brad studied his reflection. The chair in which he was bound was made of steel tubing. Judging from the cold metal that pressed against the back of his thighs, there was no seat. Just two steel tubing on which he sat. His butt seemed to hang out in mid air. And very vulnerable too as he learned. 'Batman' ran his fingers across Brad's deep butt crack. Brad moaned in shameless pleasure.

"Enjoying it?" came the silky voice in his right ear. A hot tongue ran along his earlobe. The huge helpless man grunted in pain as the riding crop lashed his buttocks. Again and again. The manner in which he was tied up, he couldn't squirm more than an inch. Brad took a closer look at himself in the mirror.

 The strands of thin rope ran across his wide torso.  He gaped at his own generous pec mass. A strand across the top of his pecs while another ran just below. They were wound so cruelly tight that they ate into his flesh, making his enormous man boobs bulge out even more. His large swollen nipples tingled. He now noticed that his legs had been pulled back and his ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair. And Brad was right about his balls. They'd been tied off and attached to his wrists behind him. His hard cock was, mercifully, left untied. He sent  a silent 'thank you' to 'Batman'. 

 "How's my handiwork?" the voice was soft. A hand came over his shoulder and caressed his massive man boobs. Brad could have screamed in lust. "It's time I got what I want from you!" the sadist said and stood in front of his prisoner. He pulled a small stool and placed it in the wide 'V' of Brad's large thighs. 

"Ready?" he asked and sat on it. His face was a foot away from Brad's. The big bound man saw coal black eyes shine in the mask...........