Stories - Raw Lust: New Player, New Equation Pt 2

PART TWO

Brad let loose a volley of invectives that would've made a sailor blush. But all that came out of his gag were grunts and gurgles. This seemed to act as an aphrodisiac to Rob. He mashed the helpless Brad's massive slabs of soft pliable flesh. 

  Brad squirmed as an inquisitive hands slowly rubbed against his crotch. Rob moaned and kept up his torment of the tied up captive. Brad's cock  was dangerously close to exploding and spewing hot cum! Knowingly or otherwise, Rob abandoned teasing his captive's crotch and concentrated on his enormous man teats instead. The T-shirt chose to crawl down a couple of times and Rob had pull it up. This seemed to irritate him and he growled, "If only I had a bloody knife! I'd have slit your T-shirt all the way down from neck to hem!"  

  Far away, Brad could see headlights of vehicles as they zipped up and down on what was surely a motorway. He didn't know what time of the day---or night---it was. Right now, Rob, his new captor, kept him on his toes. His mammoth man boobs had been under near constant mashing and kneading for God knows how long that he was sure they'd swelled another couple of inches at least! And his nipples were twin points of unadulterated agony! And pleasure too! He sagged against the tree and closed his weary eyes. He felt the strongman's huge calloused hands investigate every square inch of his immense body. Brad drifted into a no man's land of sleep and wakefulness.

 He felt being led none too gently into a car. Brad opened his eyes as cold breeze lashed his face. He was in the front seat of Rob's car and the massive man was driving the car at a good speed. Brad wasn't surprised at all to discover that his hands were still cuffed behind his ass.  

   "Aah! You're awake, Brad!" Rob spoke brightly and squeezed his captor's huge man boobs with one hand. The hand drifted down to his crotch. Brad squirmed helplessly as ruthless fingers ran up and down his tented jeans. "God Almighty!" Rob groaned, "Brad! Do you even know how sexy you look? You've brought out the brute in me!"

Weariness and sleeplessness hit Brad like a brick and he dozed off. He barely felt the car slow down as it entered London city. 

 "We're home, mate!" Rob roused his captive. "Home sweet home!" he announced. Brad barely felt his muscle mammoth of a friend uncuff him and gently undress him. He was led to the bedroom and the familiar large old fourposter. Brad collapsed on to its welcome softness. He vaguely heard Rob moving around the bedroom. Brad also felt his arms being stretched and his huge legs being spread wide. Now what? He wondered but was too sleepy to care...

 To be continued............

Stories - Raw Lust: New Player, New Equation Pt 1

Captor has very kindly continued the bondage adventures of Brad and Rob.  I have to thank him for allowing me to post his stories and supplying this blog with some great material. Hope you enjoy the continuing story, I know I have!  The story carries on where Brad was dropped off...

PART ONE

  Brad breathed in the clean air and heard the occasional calls of squirrels. He was sure he was in some wooded area. He heard an approaching car. He prayed it should be Rob!  It crunched to a stop. A door opened and Brad could have wept with relief when he heard the deep boom of Rob's voice, "Hey! Look what I found! What a sight for sore eyes! Hahaha!"  Rob's booming laughter would've certainly frightened the squirrels and wrens in the woods. 

 "How did you land up here, mate?! Who's the bastard who left you like this?"  Brad heard him muttering 'Fucks' before his blindfold was removed. It was such a relief seeing the friendly mammoth figure of Rob!  He had worn a white T shirt that looked as though it was painted on to his torso! And the usual, obscenely tight old jeans! Brad couldn't take his eyes off those impossibly huge and dense pecs. His eyes also took in those massive thighs threatening to burst the seams of the skin tight jeans! And of course that prominent tell tale bulge!  Brad's cock responded very promptly. He squirmed at the discomfort.

 Rob was about to take Brad's gag off when he gave a devilish smile and stood in front of his bound friend.  Rob stood with his thick legs apart and swayed from side to side, all the while gazing at the helpless Brad. He brought his hands to his own humongous pec beef and slowly fondled it. Brad noticed Rob's nipples poke through the T shirt.  Humming softly, Rob brought his beefy hands to Brad's immense man boobs. He asked, "Hey! What the hell's that?!" just as Brad grunted and Rob's fingers felt the clamps beneath his T shirt. Rob lifted the tied up man's T shirt. Brad writhed as the T shirt rubbed against the clamps on his nipples. 

  "Wow! Look what we have here!" Rob exclaimed. "And what's this key?!" he asked. Brad peered down and saw a ring with a key hanging from the chain between the clamps clamps. He was relieved! It was the key to the handcuffs. He huffed and puffed in his gag and moved his body around to indicate his cuffed wrists. "Aah! The key to your handcuffs, eh?" Rob asked. Brad noticed a devilish glint in his eyes. Rob carefully took off the clamps from his friend's nipples. Brad let out a pain filled howl. 

"Must hurt you like hell!" Rob said and brought his lips to one of the nipples and licked it slowly before treating the other one with his tongue. "God! Can't control myself anymore, Brad! Damn sorry!"

TO BE CONTINUED...