It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was with my friend and occasional lover, Don, at his place relaxing. We enjoyed bondage and often got together, sometimes with just ourselves, sometime with others. It was always a hot time and these gatherings would often last into the following morning. Fun had by all. This afternoon was quiet, after having been up late into the early morning hours during a 'gathering', where number of like-minded people grouped together. Today, though, it was just my friend Don and I relaxing.
As usual, I was walking about the apartment, wearing only a sweatshirt, nude from the waist down. I was horny and trying to 'inspire' Don to do something, and I could tell by his look that the time was coming soon when he would do just that. I went into the kitchen toward the far back of his afternoon (he lived on the third floor of a small complex toward the rear in a narrow apartment, with the bedrooms - there were two - and the kitchens toward the rear. It was an old building, with thick walls and tall windows. As you entered his apartment, you'd go through the living room, a small office area, the dining room and then the kitchen and the two bedrooms. Unusual design, but for the rent it was rather nice with some notable feature (for example, to get into the kitchen, you had pass through heavy double doors from an earlier time).
It was while I was looking into the refrigerator getting a soda I heard a knock on the main door, a brief exchange with no words that I couldn't make out - and then some scuffling. Looking up from the refrigerator, I casually headed toward the front, but then realized I had to go back to the bedroom to get some pants as I didn't want to walk out nude, wearing only my sweatshirt and socks: my cock was already half way up in anticipation of or soon to be 'activity' with Don.
Just as I was about to get my pants, the doors suddenly swung open; I hadn't gotten my pants and turned to say "what -"(as I was far more concerned about appearing nude) when two rather large men burst through and literally stormed me: one came quickly face to face with me while other one started to go behind me as if going into the bedroom. I stated to turn toward the one behind me but then I felt a large, strong hand cupping my balls and then grabbing them, saying with a strong voice: "don't move or say anything!" I turned toward him as he rather insistently pulled me toward him with my balls in his hands. Just then my wrists were roughly grabbed and I felt rope being wrapped around my wrists. I didn't move or say anything as my balls were being held. In a minute my wrists were tied and I started to say "What the fuck -"when just then a piece of cloth was stuffed into my mouth and duct tape was wrapped around my head covering my mouth. I involuntarily started to call out but it only came out as "MMM! MMPH! MPH!" The one let go of my balls and then watched silently the one behind me started to tie up my arms - slowly and deliberately. I tried to struggle, but I was readily kept in place; the one who had my balls seemed satisfied with my predicament and smiled slightly, seemingly enjoying my struggling. The fact that I could hardly be heard through my gag only underscored the simple fact I was overwhelmed - and taken prisoner. And the reason why I was now being slowly bound was to prove their point: I was in no position to argue.
That, or they were enjoying binding and gagging - a suspicion that was to prove notable later on.
And now my cock was getting hard: being bond and grabbed following somebody grabbing my cock would do that. Bad enough that I was ambushed, bound and gagged, but that I was in this situation standing before two strangers nude - with a hard on.
I noted that they both were smiling at me. They may have a point; I enjoyed bondage
In mere minutes, I was bound and gagged, taken prisoner in my friend's apartment. When the rope was completely wrapped around my arms, I started to move around as if to get untied, but then the large man in front of me merely said "let's take him to the front room" - and with that I was pushed and pulled at the same time with two sets of hands - one behind me and one in front of me - holding on to the rope which wrapped around my torso. I was unceremoniously forced to go, despite my being nude from the waist down, to confront whoever waited for us in the other room.
When I entered the front room I saw two more large guys, and my friend Don also similarly bound and gagged, looking at me with a look of surprise and fear. He desperately tried calling out, but it was clear he was in no better position than I was. I also tried to return his all, but aside from muffled sounds little could be said.
I noticed that Don was only wearing his underwear: clearly, he was also about to spend some 'quality time' with me. The timing today really sucked.
"We found him in the back by the bedrooms."
"Probably explains why he's not wearing anything below his waist; waiting for his lover to come back to bed."
"Makes it easier for us, doesn't it?"
"Definitively"
"Let's go; let's get this done. We don't have much time."
"What's the rush? Look: I mean, no one else is around, nobody heard us and nobody's gonna hear them. We got them."
The room got still.
Don and I stood, breathing heavy. We clearly weren't in any position to argue or offer an opinion. Our bindings were tight and the gags good. Behind us stood two of the four guys, one for myself and Don, holding our arms and keeping us in place.
"Are the gags good? Don't want to attract any attention."
The larger one who stood in front of me was clearly the one in charge: "Don't worry: they're well-tied and gagged good. The four of us can handle them. We're not going anywhere until we're done getting what we came for."
Burglary. Great. I sighed. What a drag.
But then, the two in front of us started to get undressed, followed by the two standing behind us; once undressed I noticed how two of them went about closing the window shades and making sure the main door was locked and secured, while the other two returned to stand behind us, holding tightly to our arms, wearing either jock straps or regular underwear.
"We're gonna do this? One at a time?"
"Two of us each take one and then we all take turns fucking them. And take your time; we got all day."
Don and I immediately started to struggle and cry out for help. We realized then that this was no burglary: it was about rape. They weren't rifling through the apartment looking for valuables; we were the intended target. The two behind us stood firm, making sure that we couldn't get away.
