Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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After my wife left, my sex life became nothing more than masturbation. Even before she left blowjobs were rare, basically happening only if I pushed it.
The pressure was just too fuckin much. Needing some relief I placed an ad on Craigslist hoping to find a slut to help out. There were no bitches there so I gave up.
A few weeks later the situation had only gotten worse. I was ready to see if gays really did suck better. I placed an ad for a "pipe cleaner". All the faggots who responded wanted to come to my house but I wanted to keep it on the down low so I either rejected their offers or just never answered.
A few months later I tried again. This time I placed two ads. The original for a pipe cleaner but also a second ad for a Plumber's Assistant who would let us meet at his house.
A number of queers wanted to blow me, more wanted me to blow them, and one jackass volunteered to host at his place. I thought it was funny that he would actually do that with nothing in it for him, but all along I knew some sucker would go along with it.
He was gay, single and lived alone with his dogs. His email address was MrSaran63. He said it was because he had a fetish for Saran Wrap. Go figure?
I asked him what that meant so he explained that he liked to rub balls of Saran Wrap on his cock. Well, that didn't affect me so what did I care what some sicko did?
A couple joyous days later three of us had time to meet at Mr. Saran's house at the same time. My cock was going crazy by now so I was pretty psyched.
I got there early. I was able to confirm that Mr. Saran had a real name, Peter or Pete. He asked if I minded if he jerked himself and rubbed Saran Wrap on himself while he watched me get sucked. I replied, "whatever" as I stripped and sat on the bed so he knew he could do whatever he wanted. He asked about my fivorce too, did I have any regrets, would I do anything differently. Of course, I only missed fucking that dumb slut into oblivion. And I wished the selection on Craigslist was better.
To make small talk I asked what he liked about the Saran. He offered to show me. He had me stand then he touched my penis with the wrap. It did nothing for me, that was the truth, and I told him bluntly but honestly.
Peter said we should try one more thing: starting at my shoulders and spiraling his way down, he walked around me winding a roll of Saran Wrap. When he got to my penis he didn't wrap it, instead leaving an unwrapped band all the way around so it hung out.
Slowly it dawned on me that the wrapping was kind of restrictive. I mentioned that, and he responded with a huge goofy smile on his face, "Yea, doesn't it feel great?"
It felt kinda nice where the wrapping pushed my dick and balls up and out prominently. Everywhere else it was tight. When he got to my ankles it was hard to stay standing.
When he was all done he asked me what I thought. I could tell he was hoping I would say it was great - but there were no special feelings.
The doorbell rang so I knew my cocksucker was here. Immediately I realized there was a major problem with Saran Wrap: I couldn't move. It was going to be hard to thoroughly fuck a mouth like this.
I asked Peter to help me get unwrapped. He just said I should give it a try. That as soon as the guy started sucking my cock I would love it.
I struggled to break the thin plastic but found the multiple windings to be remarkably strong. For the time being, I was immobilized.
Peter brought the other guy up. He introduced himself, saying his name was Chad. Chad took one look at my body and half hard cock and said he was really going to enjoy himself. Did I mention My cock is kinda great - and big?
He bent down and took my cockhead right into his mouth. He was pretty good. He asked me to lay on the bed. I couldn't do it so Chad asked Pete to help get me up there.
They positioned me on my back sideways on the bed. Chad crawled over my bound legs sucking me again. I would have rather been able to spread my legs so he could lick under my balls but it felt OK.
I asked Pete to let me out of the plastic so I could enjoy the cocksucker better but he out and out refused. He said I should make the best of it. He added ominously that someone might want to fuck my mouth or ass and the Saran bindings would make it impossible for me to refuse.
I got a little concerned, adamantly saying that I didn't want to get fucked in the mouth or ass. I was just interested in getting sucked. Pete looked right at me with dead eyes and said, "Well you're fucked now."
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I pleaded.
Pete explained that he had responded to my ads a couple times and he thought I was always a rude arrogant straight son of a bitch. So I was going to get fucked like the fucker I was. Now, I'm not rude, I'm just honest.
I begged to be let out. I said I was sorry. I appealed to Chad as a sane third party to help me get away from this lunatic. Pete said that if I'd been a better guy in person he might have changed his mind, but I was just as much of a jerk right there in his house.
Peter turned to Chad and asked him if I had treated him badly or not. He nodded with my shrinking cock in his mouth. He took his mouth off my dick long enough to say, "Asshole!"
Pete asked Chad if he wanted a blowjob. In response he just stood up and started taking off his clothes too.
Once Chad was hard he had a thick six incher with gargantuan super hairy balls hanging there below.
Walking over to my head he touched it to my cheek. I pleaded for them to let me go. I begged too, "I'll give you anything. What do you want? Money?"
Pete bent low near my face unperturbed by the presence of Chad's cock there, "I want your sweet body. And I've got you exactly where I need you."
