Hotel Hostage

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual, dubiously consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

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I continued to buck and squirm. My moaning, though I had been warned earlier, is getting louder despite the gag. His cock pushed deep into me. My fingers clenched and unclenched with each thrust.

Finally, (I admit it!) he broke me. He succeeded in turning this straight guy into an unfortunate victim. It is difficult to explain what happens but all of a sudden, I stopped resisting mentally and physically. I completely surrendered to him. His fucking filled not only my ass but my mind and my only thought as I grunted which each thrust was only of male cock -- particularly his rock hard maleness. Gradually, he had opened dirty little rooms in my mind until his raping cock dominated them all.

The only sounds in the room now are the horrible sucking and thrusting noise of that 10-inch tool going in and out of my ass; and the slap of his abdomen and hips against my tortured and abused buttocks. Every fuck thrusted me down further into submission for his invading massive sex organ. And he knew it too. I believe he knew exactly how much fucking needed to be done to reduce this straight guy to a state of mentally kneeling before him!

Then, it stopped, but I am not sure when. I passed in and out of consciousness. I would wake up and find his stiff meat thrusting up my ass; or, I would wake and to see him walking around the bedroom, naked, cock still erect. At that time, I think that may be he was through with me, but no, he would come back, and with a remorseless cruelty, remount my torn and tortured ass, forcing me back into submission. But, he finally did stop. He seemed to be one of those guys who could keep a hard-on for a long time and when he finally come deep in my ass it is just that; there is no pleasure. He was a cock sadist.

I passed out again and woke up to see myself sitting on the edge of the bed in the mirror. He was watching me but then as I shook the cobwebs, I realized it is a video that was made of me. Not knowing about this, I see myself get up and walk around the room, stark naked and my cock stiff. I see as a camera does a close-up on my mouth, ass and crotch. I twist around on the bed and he looked back smiling at me.

"Like to relish the hunt," he said. Shutting off the TV he walked over to the bed and again mounted my ass. I heave up and down, I tighten my ass muscles and still his insistent manhood is shoved into the ass crack. Apparently, seeing the video made me think that I should show some resistance. Slowly, as his cock broke my muscles' resistance and once more, in only knows how many times, my ass is hurt by the penetration of that cock. Physically, I just am not up to being fucked anymore; this whole thing was out of control. Maybe it was a bad dream.

Again, he began by fucking me slowly, luxuriating in his thick hardness and my ass raised up before him; the bound and gagged victim - the pride he felt in his triumph. He was now putting on a performance, that is now clear. He had set up a tripod and was making a video of what is and had been happening. Soon my mind is numb again as his cock took over for me; his 10-inch thick tool fucking my ass and my brain. I surrender totally to him as I felt a stirring in my own crotch.

I relax my ass as much as I can, but he was intent on spreading me wider than I had been spread before. I found myself grunting as he begin to thrust into me harder, inching deeper than I thought could ever be possible. He was finally working the groove in my ass and I could feel his balls banging off my asscheeks but that didn't stop him from trying to still get deeper. He shoved even more of his cock in me, I screamed against my mouth-filling gag.

Pumping in and out of me, the walls of my rectum slicker from the nonstop attacks. But I welcome the thrusts, I found myself pushing my ass higher up to meet hiscock. Beneath me, I felt my cock straining hard against the leather he wrapped around it oh so many hours ago. I can't believe it, but I am going to come while I am being raped. My grunts and moans from the assault become groans of pleasure and I work to raise my hips still more so that I may urge him ever deeper and harder into me. Somewhere, another part of my mind and body took over; now my only thought was to get him to be fully satisfied with raping me by getting him to cum deep inside of me. It didn't take long - I am not disappointed (nor was he, I think!) as he shot a thick wad of hot cum into me. I cum myself with such force that I quaked from head to toe.

He collapsed on top of me for a few minutes as the last of his semen filled my ass while I managed to get my breathing to return to normal. What had I just done? I had just cum with my rapist. Was now someone who who would cum no matter whose dick was pushed into him? I am completely ashamed wondering what is next?

But, I felt him remove his cock from my ass, finally rising off of me. I watched him walk into the bathroom and starting the shower. When he was done, he walked into the living area where I can only hear him as he put your clothes back on. Then, watched as he came back fully dressed, rummaged through the dresser draws and my luggage.

"I see we will see each other again real soon," he said as he as took a card from my wallet. "I will be in your city next month and now that I know where you live I am going to fuck you good and raw longer than today." He gathered up his camera and stuffing it in the knapsack zipped it up.

"Or maybe I'll just come back later tonight and take you for my own live-in sex toy. Better still, there are people who pay handsomely for a piece of ass like yours," He leaned closer to me. "Bet you'd like that, huh?"

He freed my legs from the mattress and bed frame, I rolled slowly onto my back. I stared a few moments at the ceiling before I silently slipped down to the carpeted floor.

"If you make a sound or the police show up, remember," he said as he waved the card. "I'll see you in a month, sexy!"

And with that, he left me.

Naked on the bedroom floor, I worked to free myself from his bondage. It was some hours later that I finally got free, finding myself soon in the shower.

The next month...

I opened the door to my apartment after a long day at work, stepping into darkness. I let the door close and then I heard the lock being turned.

"Remember me," a voice said from the darkness behind me as a meaty palm holding a cloth covered my mouth. Suddenly, it came back to me...the familiar voice. It was him, the straight-guy breaker. "You didn't forget about me and what I said now did you?"|

Beneath his hand I shake my head slowly. "Open your mouth!" I did as I was told and soon my mouth was stuffed with the cloth. Then, I was pinned with my back against the wall, his hand still over my mouth holding the cloth in. "That's good! Right now, all I want to do is tie you up and fuck you even more rotten than the last time." Again, beneath his hand I nod a something resembling a smile escaped as his other hand moved to my crotch. My cock was already erect and leaking pre-cum.

"It looks like rain around here this weekend so I guess we'll be here for a while," he said.

And I moaned as he there in the darkness, he took both hands and began to remove my clothes...