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SEXY

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I want this man to do nasty shit to me, then call his buddies to do the same

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I'd be on my knees instantly for this man

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Propper scally macho

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Down in the Basement Pt 2

I wake up in what I think is the room he grabbed the toolbox from, having no idea how long I was out. I'm tied to a bench type thing. It's sort of like a massage table, but bigger, and it has rings along the edges, which is what I was tied to. As I look down at myself, I notice I'm still in three jackets, but they're not the ones I put on. My mind fills with fear. I was afraid of something exactly like this, now here I am. I think of calling out, but my mouth is taped shut, and I know it isn't worth the strain. I just lie there and sweat, both from the heat and the panic setting into my body and brain.

After what seemed to be about an hour and a half of me sweating into these jackets, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. The door opens, and Ted walks in like I'm not even there. He has a few jackets in one hand, and some rope in the other. My eyes widen. I had seen stuff like this on his page. Just as my mind starts racing, he comes over and, layering two very puffy nuptses one on the other, puts them over my face and head, and ties the rope around me, the jackets, and the bench. First, one line of rope goes above my head and I feel it tighten on the jacket and some of my hair. A second later, another goes over my neck, cutting off any gaps and hopes I had for breathable air. I feel another jacket go over my face, and as his hand pressed down, I feel all the layers of down compress over my nose and mouth, making me unable to breathe without a mouthful of nylon fabric. He hold me like this for about 30 seconds and then lets up. The jackets reinflate and, and I'm able to breathe again, barely. The air I'm gasping for does nothing for me, as I recycle the same breath from lungs to lofty down and back. He does this a few times, suffocating me and giving me barely enough air to not pass out, until I hear him grunt a few times. He begins rubbing all over the jackets I'm wearing, and I realize he's massaging his cum into them. In a few seconds, he's done, and I hear the door close behind him. Now it's just me and the jackets over my face. Or so I thought.

I feel a hand on my exposed dick. Ted took my pants and underwear, so aside from the jackets, I was naked. I jump, scared shit-less. I thought I was alone, so who is this? The hand starts stroking me, and somehow, I actually get hard. As scared as I was, I was still burried in what would normally be a puffy heaven, and I guess my body knew that. My cock swells and he starts to go faster. After about a minute, he's really jerking me off. He's going so fast and hard at this point that it doesn't feel good. Now moaning in pain, I begin squirming, but I'm tied down too tightly, and I can't move an inch. Another minute goes by, and, hips buckling, I get close to cumming. He puts his lips around just the very tip of my dick, and just as I release my first pump, he slows down and strokes it slow and smoothe, taking every drop in his mouth. Lying there exhausted, barely able to breathe, I quiver and shake. I hear a glass get set down, and the next thing I feel is a rough hand in between my legs as he starts playing with my ass. I moan, try to say no, but all he does is, in retaliation it seems, is shove his unlubed finger all the way in me. I scream into the tape and jackets, surely unheard. He pulls it out, then I hear a voice that definitely isn't Ted. "I'm going to untie your legs. I don't think it would be wise of you to resist now." He lets that comment set in a moment before I feel him working at the knots around my ankles. Untied, I actually sigh relief for a split second at being able to move my very stiff hips. That relief is short-lived. He grabs my left angle and ties it to something above the table and to the left. He does the same to my right ankle on the right side. Now, my legs spread and elevated, my ass was nothing but accessible to him. He must have picked up the glass again, because just after I hear him set it back down, he says "who needs lube?" through what sounded like a full mouth. That mouth was on my hole a second later, and I could feel him pushing what I now realized was my own cum into me. Once he emptied his mouth, I felt something smooth rub on my hole.

I know struggling won't help me, so I lie there and wait for what I know is coming. With no hesitation, he rams his cock into me. I scream, he laughs, and starts fucking me like a jackhammer. On the verge of passing out, I conserve my energy. There's nothing I can do, and panicking is only using up the little air I have. He feels this change. "That's a good boy," he says, "you were born for this." I'm biting my lip through the pain, trying not to breathe too much. Just as I think I'm about to pass out, he gives me a few very hard, fast thrusts, then slow Stokes for a minute. He says "take that load boy" half like a command, half like an insult. "Your first of many." Then with one hand, presses on the jackets over my nose and mouth, and with the other, presses on my throat. With that, my hearing fades, and I lose consciousness.

Part 3 in the works

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