Washed Up by Kurt
43 photos; 5:25 video
Chuck hated being on the road for work. Living out of a suitcase in motels got to be a real pain after about a week, but at least the company paid for his gas and meals, so he actually came out ahead at the end of the month. Sometimes he had dinner and a few drinks with clients at the end of the day, but usually he ended up alone after work, bored and with nothing to do but watch cable.
This was one of those nights. He didn't know anyone in town, so he'd just grabbed some Arby's after his last meeting, and headed back to the motel. He decided a nice hot shower would feel good, so he stripped and turned it on full-blast. Ahhhh...that feels great, he thought, as the water pulsed against his nicely-toned body. As he started to towel off, he heard an odd sound from the bedroom. Turning quickly, he was shocked to see a shadowy figure facing him.
"What the...", Chuck sputtered.
"Hands up," the figure growled, "and shut up!"
Chuck noticed the XXXX in the intruder's hand, and wisely decided not to try to raise an alarm. He had seen in the local paper just that morning that there had been a series of motel robberies in the area, but it had never even occurred to him that he could be a victim. The story said that each of the 3 previous victims had been men, and that none of them had been harmed, though they had been bound and gagged, sometimes for a whole day, before they were discovered. The story ran through Chuck's head as he stood facing the masked figure who stood next to his bed.
"Come on over here, champ", the man said, gesturing with the XXXX. "No heroics or you'll be sorry."
"OK, take it easy," Chuck said, trying to sound calm. "My wallet's over there on the dresser."
"You mean this?" the intruder said, holding up Chuck's wallet. "Just take it and go."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Hands behind your back."
Chuck obeyed sheepishily, and grimaced as he felt the man loop a long length of rope around his wrists, cinching it and knotting it so that his hands were locked together as tightly as if they were handcuffed. Chuck glanced down at the bed, where he saw a small backpack lying open. He could see coils of rope in the backpack.
"Sit!"
Chuck sat on the edge of the bed while the XXXXman knelt in front of him and tied his ankles together as tightly as his wrists. He then added more rope around Chuck's knees, and once his legs were bound together, he grabbed Chuck's shoulder and flipped him up onto the bed. Chuck watched as he reached into the bag and pulled out a bandanna. Chuck knew he was about to be gagged.
"Please, you don't have to ga...ummmpphh!"
Chuck's plea was cut off as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth, pulling painfully on the corners of his lips as the knot dug into the back of his neck.
Chuck felt so helpless and exposed. The soggy towel he had wrapped around his waist had loosened when he was thrown onto the bed. He knew any movement at all would make the towel fall away, exposing his nude body to this stranger. Oddly, a strange thrill ran through Chuck's body as he felt dominated and controlled by this stranger, and he was horrified to feel his cock begin to harden. Although he was proud of his sexual equipment, he was totally embarrassed to have it observed, and possibly XXXX, by a strange man. Chuck lay as still as he could, hoping the towel would continue to hide his private parts.
The intruder had his back turned to Chuck as he rifled through his wallet and suit pockets.
Suddenly, he turned to face his captive.
"Two hundred bucks and a cheap watch. Hardly worth my time and effort."
Fear ran through Chuck when he realized that he might be in danger by not having enough to satisfy the robber.
The intruder stood for a minute in silence, staring down at his bound and gagged prey.
"Hmmmm....you got a hot body, you know that, pal?"
Chuck grunted in surprise. What the hell??
The stranger sat on the opposite side of the bed to where Chuck lay tied and helpless. With a quick movement of his hand, he whipped the towel off.
"Oh yeah....real hot!"
Chuck moaned as the assailant reached into his bag and pulled out more rope and a wide roll of white duct tape.
Chuck moaned as the intruder sat behind him and he heard the stripping sound of the white adhesive tape being pulled from the roll. His captor pressed the end of the tape over Chuck's cleave-gagged mouth, then wrapped it around his head three times. Each wrap felt tighter and tighter on Chuck's face, and his garbled moans were now completely silenced by the tight gag. The only sound he could make was a low growl from his chest which became an unintelligible grunt by the time it reached his sealed-up lips.
After reinforcing his gag, the stranger roughly pushed Chuck face down onto the bed.
Suddenly, a hand was on Chuck's firm ass cheeks, kneading and massaging them like a pair of ripe melons. Chuck felt humiliated...he couldn't believe how a few coils of rope, a bandanna, and some tape could make him totally helpless.
Suddenly, he heard the ripping sound of the tape coming off the roll again. His chin was grabbed from behind, and a strip of tape was plastered over his eyes, blindfolding him. Chuck whimpered as his sight was taken away. Now he was completely helpless.
"Pretty, very pretty", the man said creepily, sending a chill up Chuck's spine.
His shoulders were grabbed and he was flipped over onto his back, his half-hard cock rising from his groin. Chuck groaned as a hand gripped his shaft and began stroking it.
Chuck was a horny young man, and although he was straight, any touching of his cock was sure to arouse him. Within about a minute he was rock-hard, and it only took a few more minutes of the hand job before he shot a huge load.
It coated his cockhead and soaked his pubes as the hand massaged the hot cream back onto his body.
As Chuck lay there, feeling a combination of humiliation and lust, he felt more rope being worked around his chest and shoulders. He was flipped back onto his belly, and the ropes were pulled around his back, while his legs were raised and attached to the ends, putting him into a snug hogtie.
He felt the intruder rise from the bed, then heard the click of the television being turned on. Chuck groaned as the horrific sound of "American Idol" filled the room, knowing that any pathetic moans he made would be drowned out easily.
"Have a good night, Handsome," he heard, and then the opening and shutting of the door.
Chuck lay there, dazed, and recalled the newspaper article he had read that morning. Evidently, the reporter had had the good taste to leave out the more sordid details.
Chuck played by Charlie
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2009
Chuck played by Charlie Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2009