He could feel the man's breath on his neck, and his hands running over his hips and across his stomach, then up to his chest, down his sides and into his groin, where his legs joined his body. Despite the fact the hands were very male, with rough skin and strong fingers, John couldn't help but give in to the sexuality of it. The other man's mouth returned to sucking him, and in moments he was squirming around on top of the man under him, the feelings of the blowjob exacerbated by the arousal of the hands running all over him, always going back to his groin, and the feeling exploded when he felt the cocksucker place his finger at his backdoor and push in forcefully. Despite the pain and shock, John's astronomical levels of arousal stopped him from fighting against it, and his legs opened of their own accord, allowing better access. The finger began to slide in and out, and with every push John let out a loud and hoarse moan. He'd never had anything in his arse before, and this new experience was sending him mad. As his orgasm approached for third time, the mouth stopped sucking him and the finger withdrew, making him cry out again. How much longer could they keep this up? He was nearly crying from sexual frustration.
While the sucking had stopped, the hands exploring his body didn't. They kept up their incessant roaming, keeping John at peak levels of arousal. After a moment, he felt a brush of hair across his balls, then another and another, constantly going up and down his sack. When the man under him moaned softly, he realised it was the top of the other man's head going up and down as he sucked his partner. He realised how this must've looked: naked and bound atop a naked man getting a blowjob from another man, and he was so horny he would've willingly fucked a man in the arse if it meant he could relieve himself from this torture.
After a few moments, the brushing across his balls stopped, and the roaming hands stopped and placed themselves firmly on his hips, and pushed him upwards. He gasped in panic. No. As horny as he was, he didn't want this. He returned to the realness of the situation - he was about to be raped. But instead of a hard cock puncturing his arsehole, a tongue did. Sloppy and wet, it circled his bud, occasionally pushing just inside, only to retreat and start circling again. He didn't know how to comprehend this. It felt absolutely divine, but not in a way that he though my it would make him cum. The tonguing kept up for a minute or two, and when it pulled away, it was replaced with something hard and smooth. His panic returned. Before he had a moment to fight it, the hands on his hips started pulling him down onto the cock. But John had a final defence. He planted his feet on the bed and pushed his hips back up, escaping. He breathed a sigh of relief, but the cocksucker's arms looped under his knees and lifted them, taking away John's leverage. The arms slowly lowered him, and with his hips bent, his arse stuck out at a perfect angle for penetration.
He felt the head of the cock below him fit into place at his hole, and with his bodyweight pulling him down, it was only a second or two before the head popped in, aided by the lubrication the tongue had provided both arse and cock. John grunted in a mixture of pain and surprise. He wanted them to stop, but they never did, slowly lowering him down, until he felt his arsecheeks press against his rapist's naked flesh. He was in considerable pain, so he stayed perfectly still to avoid more pain from movement. He sat there for a few seconds, and the hands left his hips and started caressing his body once more, and his dick was consumed by the mouth for the fourth time.
After a few moments, he noticed his arse was hurting less and less, and he was soon able to completely forget he was impaled on a cock. His moans returned. The mouth sucking him stopped going down the shaft, and stopped at the head, the lips wetly sucking the very top of John's cock. He wanted more. He needed more. Without any meaning of his own, his hips rose to allow deeper access to the mouth, inadvertently making him rise on the dick inside him. He didn't care. He needed that blowjob to keep going. Even though he had now caused the lips to move down his shaft, they remained still. He pushed higher, and still they remained unmoving. He began to lower himself, realising he wasn't getting anywhere, when he felt the man suck him as he went down, but then stop when John reached the end of his journey downwards. So he pushed up again, hoping to get more, but the mouth did nothing. When he lowered himself again, the mouth sucked on the way down for the second time. Suddenly John realised. They were going to make him fuck himself on the cock in order to get to the mouth. And so he continued, thrusting up to fuck the mouth, then impaling himself to be rewarded with being sucked.
It only took a few thrusts for him to enjoy the feeling he was getting in his arse, effortlessly gliding up and down the smooth cock. It began to push him towards an orgasm, and once again his tormentors denied him by stopping the blowjob. This time however, when the mouth retreated, the hands on his hips held him firmly in place in the up position, and the man underneath him began thrusting up, taking control and fucking John's arse. He let out a long, slow moan. Being fucked by a cock was a thousand times greater than fucking one.
The man fucked his arse like a slow moving piston, relentless and never changing in angle or intensity, and John was unable to hold back his cries and moans of pleasure. He could feel it repeatedly pressing against his prostate, and he wanted nothing more than for this feeling to last forever. His dick was bouncing up and down in time with the thrusts, and his hips were making small jerking motions in response to the ecstasy. For several minutes he stayed with his hips in the air, his arse pounded the entire time, and eventually the mouth returned to his cock, but it didn't tease him for long.
The lips puckered and ran over the head, then slowly parted and slid down his entire length, until he could feel himself being deepthroated. John couldn't help himself, and he cried out "oh god oh god fuck me keep fucking me please don't stop!" He felt no shame, only indescribable pleasure. Within seconds he could feel it coming. His orgasm was approaching with a vengeance, and he expected them to stop, but they finally gave him the release he had wanted for so long.
If his throat hadn't locked up, he would've screamed. His orgasm came like a freight train, and hit him so hard he saw spots behind the blindfold. He felt his dick blowing shot after shot of cum down the man's throat, who swallowed and kept sucking. His arsehole contracted and loosened rapidly, making the cock feel even more incredible. His body simply gave out as every single muscle went into spasm, but the hands held him up. They fucked and sucked him all the way through his orgasm, only slowing when he stopped twitching. The man underneath withdrew himself from John's arse, and the mouth greedily slurped up the cum that had leaked out and was now dripping down John's dick.
Sliding out from under him, they let John fall onto the bed. He felt one of his ties being cut, and one of the men said "scissors are on the bed for when you're able to cut yourself free", and he heard them leave without another word. They had broken into his house, sexually tortured him, then gave him the most unbelievable orgasm he'd ever had by sucking his cock and fucking his arse at the same time, and then left. He never saw their faces or heard their names. He made to find the scissors, but he was only able to pat the bed twice before he drifted off into unconsciousness, sleeping all the way through the night, so fatigued was he from his experience.
When he woke the next morning, he ripped off the blindfold and found the scissors, cutting himself free. He ran through his house, but he saw no sign that anyone had been here. Everything was exactly as he had left it, and nothing had been taken. 'Except my anal virginity', he thought.
