Bound by Their Desires

I am kidnapped by two tall attractive muscular women. They tackle me on a dark street, tie me expertly in ropes, gag me, and load me into a van. They transport me to a remote cabin, where they cut my clothes off of me. They force me to service them orally, worship their feet and boots, flog and whip me, and peg me. They keep me in bondage. Sometimes they keep me in bondage while they do other activities in the cabin. After a while, they feed me by hand, but only after they have eaten.

--- The last thing I see before the shadows swallow me whole are two towering silhouettes closing in—muscle flexing under tight black clothes, boots crunching gravel as they move. Then pain explodes in my shoulders as they ram me into the ground, knocking the air from my lungs. One pins me with a knee between my shoulder blades while the other loops rope around my wrists, pulling tight with practiced efficiency. I thrash, but their grips are iron. The taller one leans down, breath hot against my ear. "Scream if you want. No one’s coming." A strip of leather clamps between my teeth before I can reply. They haul me up, shove me into the back of a van, and the doors slam shut. The engine growls to life, tires spinning against pavement. When they strip me at the cabin, it’s with a knife—cold steel tracing my skin before slicing fabric away. Their laughter is low, hungry. "Better get used to that gag," one says, stepping forward, pressing a boot to my chest. "You’re going to need it." The other unbuckles her belt, leather slithering free. "On your knees. Now."

The leather belt whistles through the air before snapping against my bare thigh, making me jerk against the ropes. A sharp gasp escapes around the gag as heat blooms across my skin. The taller woman grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing my head back until I’m staring up at her smirk. "Eager?" she purrs, dragging the tip of the belt under my chin. Her boot presses harder against my chest, keeping me off-balance. The other one crouches behind me, fingers trailing down my spine—slow, deliberate—before gripping my hips. "Don’t worry," she murmurs, her breath ghosting over the nape of my neck. "We’ll make sure you remember every second of this." The first crack of the belt comes without warning, stripes of fire lashing across my back. My body tenses, muscles locking, but her grip on my hips is unyielding. The taller one watches, her free hand lazily rubbing the front of her pants, her eyes dark with approval. "Good." She kneels in front of me, pressing her thumb against my lower lip. "Now open up. You’ve got work to do." The leather tastes bitter, her scent overwhelming as she guides my head down. Behind me, the belt drops to the floor—replaced by the cold, slick press of something firmer against my skin. The thud of my heartbeat drowns out everything but their commands. "Take it." "Beg for it." "Good boy." The words blur together, each one another knot in the ropes keeping me theirs.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me deeper as she rocks her hips forward, forcing me to take her all the way down. My throat protests, but she doesn’t relent, her other hand gripping the back of my neck to hold me in place. Above me, her breath comes faster, a low moan vibrating against my tongue. Behind me, the other woman’s fingers dig into my ass, spreading me open before the blunt pressure of the strap-on presses in. No warm-up, no mercy—just a slow, relentless thrust that steals my breath. I buck against it instinctively, but she slaps my thigh with a warning growl. "Stay still, or I’ll make it hurt worse." The first woman pulls my head back just enough to let me gasp for air, her thumb tracing my swollen lips. "Look at you," she murmurs, smirking. "Already falling apart, and we’ve barely started." The thrust behind me picks up pace, each snap of her hips knocking me forward, forcing me to swallow around the thick weight in my mouth. The taller one watches with dark amusement, grinding against my face as my jaw aches. One of them leans down, her teeth grazing my ear. "You’re not done until we say you are." The words send a shiver through me—dread and desire twisting together as they take exactly what they want.

The taller one finally pulls back, glistening from my mouth, and wipes herself roughly against my cheek. Her laugh is a dark hum as she steps aside, nodding to her partner. The thrusts behind me grow sharper, the strap-on driving deeper until my knees nearly buckle—but the hand in my hair yanks me upright. "Not yet," the other woman murmurs, giving my ass another sharp smack. "We’re just warming you up." Her fingers curl around my throat, not tight enough to choke but enough to remind me who’s in control. The taller one retrieves the belt, dragging it slowly up my inner thigh before pressing the cold buckle against my balls. "You like being our toy?" she asks, tapping the metal lightly. When I don’t answer fast enough, she snaps the leather against my sensitive skin. I groan, my hips jerking—earning me a punishing thrust from behind that makes me see stars. "Say it." The gag muffles my voice, but she rips it free anyway. "Yes," I rasp, throat raw. "Good." She shoves the leather back between my teeth and grabs my chin. "Now take what we give you." Behind me, the woman grunts, her fingers digging bruises into my hips as she fucks me harder, her pace turning brutal. The taller one watches, unbuckling her pants with one hand while the other strokes my hair like I’m some kind of pet. "Almost there," she purrs. And then the first woman comes with a curse, slamming into me one last time as her nails break skin. The taller one sighs, amused. "See? Wasn’t so hard to obey, was it?" She pats my cheek. "Now let’s see how many times we can make you come before you pass out."

The taller woman unbuckles her pants the rest of the way, her cock springing free—already slick with anticipation. She grips the base, dragging the head along my lips before pushing in without warning. The stretch burns, my jaw protesting, but her grip on my hair keeps me from pulling away. She fucks my mouth in slow, deep strokes, each thrust forcing a ragged noise from her throat. Behind me, the other woman pulls out, the sudden emptiness making me shudder. But before I can catch my breath, her fingers replace the strap-on, curling inside me with brutal precision. “Look at him,” she mutters, working me open. “Still so fucking tight.” The taller woman chuckles, her hips snapping forward. “Then fix that.” A second strap-on clicks into place. I feel the blunt pressure against my ass again, thicker this time, and groan around the cock in my mouth. The first thrust punches the air from my lungs. The second woman grips my hips hard enough to bruise, setting a punishing rhythm that knocks me forward with every snap of her pelvis. The taller one pulls out of my mouth, smearing precome across my cheek. “On your knees,” she orders, shoving me down. I barely catch myself before she’s straddling my face, grinding against my tongue. “Clean me up.” Behind me, the thrusts grow erratic, the woman’s breath coming in sharp gasps. Her nails rake down my back as she comes with a choked groan, her hips stuttering against me. The taller one just sighs, rolling hers against my mouth. “Again,” she demands, fingers tightening in my hair. I don’t get a choice. The other woman’s already pulling out—only to flip me onto my back, my legs forced apart. “Your turn,” she growls, her hand wrapping around my cock. The first stroke wrings a broken sound from me. The second has my back arching. The taller woman watches from above, her smile sharp. “Beg,” she says, “and maybe we’ll let you come.”

My mouth opens, but no words come—just a ragged groan as her fingers tighten around my cock, twisting on the upstroke. The other woman leans down, her lips brushing my ear. "Not good enough." Her free hand slaps my thigh, sharp enough to make me jerk. "Try harder." The taller one strokes herself lazily, watching me struggle. "Maybe he needs more motivation." She nods to her partner, who drags her nails down my chest—just shy of drawing blood. The sting mixes with the relentless rhythm of her hand, pushing me closer to the edge before suddenly stopping. I grit my teeth, hips lifting uselessly. "Please—" The word is raw, desperate. "Please what?" The woman between my legs squeezes the base of my cock, denying me even the friction of her grip. The taller one kneels beside me, dragging the head of her cock across my lips. "Use your fucking words." "Let me come," I manage, arching as her partner finally starts stroking again, faster now. The taller woman smirks and slides into my mouth, cutting off my next plea. "Good boy." Her thrusts are shallow but relentless, her fingers tangling in my hair to keep me still. Behind her, the other woman’s hand is a blur, her thumb swiping over my tip with every stroke. My thighs tremble, my back bowing off the floor— Then she stops again. The taller one pulls out with a wet sound, laughing at the broken noise I make. "Not yet." She drags her cock along my cheek, sticky with spit. "You don’t get to come until we're done with you." The other woman leans in, her breath hot against my ear. "And we are *far* from done."

The taller woman rises, her cock glistening, and drags me to my feet by the hair. “Hands on the wall,” she orders, shoving me forward. The cold surface bites into my palms as the other woman presses behind me, her nails scraping down my spine. A click—another toy, something heavier, thicker. The pressure against my ass makes me tense, but she slaps my thigh hard. “Relax, or I’ll make it worse.” She doesn’t wait. The first thrust steals my breath, the stretch burning in the best way. The taller woman fists her cock, stroking lazily as she watches me take it. “Look at him,” she murmurs. “Like he was made for this.” Her partner chuckles, her grip bruising on my hips as she fucks me in deep, punishing strokes. Every snap of her hips drives me harder against the wall, my cock dripping untouched between my legs. The taller one steps closer, dragging the head of her cock over my lips again. “Open.” I obey, and she pushes in, fucking my throat in time with the thrusts behind me. The dual sensation is overwhelming—my body used, owned, every gasp muffled by her. The woman behind me groans, her rhythm faltering. “Fuck, he’s tight—” “Then ruin him,” the taller one purrs, pulling out just enough to let me breathe before slamming back in. A hand wraps around my cock, stroking roughly, and I choke on a moan around her. “You gonna come like this?” she taunts, her thumb swiping over my leaking tip. “Like a good little toy?” I can’t answer. Can’t think. Pleasure coils tight, threatening to snap— Then she stops, squeezing the base hard. The taller woman laughs, pulling out of my mouth with a wet pop. “Not yet.” She turns me roughly, forcing me to my knees. “You don’t get to come until we’re both finished with you.” The other woman kneels behind me, her breath hot on my neck as she lines up again. “And we’re just getting started.”

The taller woman grabs my jaw, forcing my head back as she lines her cock up with my lips again. “Suck. Like you mean it.” Her thrusts are brutal this time, hitting the back of my throat with each snap of her hips. Behind me, the other woman’s hands dig into my waist, her strap-on driving in deeper, faster—no mercy in the rhythm. The stretch burns, my body forced wide open, my breath coming in ragged gasps whenever she pulls out of my mouth just long enough to let me choke in air. “Fuck, look at him—” The woman taking me from behind grunts, her nails biting into my skin as her thrusts grow uneven. “Gonna wreck him.” The taller one just smirks, dragging her thumb over my spit-slick lips before pushing back in. “Do it.” A sharp slap lands on my ass, the sting radiating through me as the woman behind picks up speed, her hips slamming against me in a relentless rhythm. My knees ache, my throat raw, but the pressure building in my gut is worse—denied, teased, held just out of reach. The taller woman pulls out, her cock glistening. “Turn around.” I barely manage before she’s pushing me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. The other woman doesn’t hesitate, lining up and sinking into me with one harsh thrust. The taller one follows, her cock sliding against mine as she straddles my hips, grinding down. “Now,” she murmurs, her hand fisting my cock between our bodies, “let’s see how long you last.” Her partner pins my wrists above my head, leaning down to bite at my collarbone as she fucks me hard. The taller woman matches her pace, stroking me in time with each deep, unforgiving thrust. Pleasure licks up my spine—too much, too fast—but they don’t stop. Not until I’m shaking, my voice breaking, my hips jerking helplessly between them. “Please—” The taller woman leans in, her breath hot against my ear. “*Now* you can come.” And I do—hard, untouched, their names ripped from my throat as they ride out every last shuddering wave.

The taller woman pulls out with a slick sound, watching me shudder beneath her. "That's enough for now." Her fingers dig into my thigh as she nods to her partner. "Get the rope." The other woman smirks, stepping away to retrieve a coiled length of thick hemp. She returns, yanking my arms behind my back before I can even catch my breath. The rope bites into my wrists as she secures them tight, then loops it down to cinch my ankles, pulling my knees up toward my chest. The position is unforgiving—arched, exposed, muscles straining as she knots it off with a sharp tug. A strip of black leather slides between my teeth before I can protest, the buckle clicking shut at the back of my skull. The taller woman trails her fingers along my spine, admiring their work. "Better." They step back, leaving me bound and panting on the floor. The taller one stretches, rolling her shoulders before sinking into the armchair nearby. Her foot nudges my ribs, forcing me onto my side. "Stay." The other woman pours herself a drink, taking a slow sip before resting her bare foot on my hip, toes pressing into the tender skin. Their voices fade into background noise—laughter, casual conversation—while I lie there, aching and untouched. Every so often, a heel digs into my thigh, or a toe strokes lazily along my still-hard cock. Just enough to remind me. Just enough to make my breath hitch behind the gag. The taller woman stretches her legs, draping them over my back like I'm nothing more than furniture. "You're good at this," she muses, grinding her heel between my shoulder blades. "Maybe we'll keep you like this all night." Her partner chuckles, swirling her drink. "Might as well. He's not going anywhere." A thumb traces the edge of the gag, teasing. "Unless you *really* beg." I groan, jerking against the ropes, but they only laugh—louder this time—and settle in deeper.

The taller woman reaches for her phone, thumb swiping lazily across the screen. “You’re gonna love this,” she murmurs to her partner, then holds the phone to her ear. A pause. Then, in that same low, amused tone: “Hey. Yeah, we’re still up. Got something for you—no, *someone*.” Her eyes drag over me, still trussed up at her feet. “New toy. Obedient. Cute when he whines.” A laugh from the other end. The woman’s smirk deepens. “Mmm, we’ll see how long that lasts. Just get over here.” She hangs up, tossing the phone aside and nudging me with her toe. “Hope you’re ready to perform.” Her partner pours another drink, swirling the ice. “Think he can handle both of us *and* Lina?” The taller woman leans down, fingers gripping my hair to tilt my head back. “He doesn’t have a choice.” The gag muffles my groan, but they hear it anyway—laughing as the doorbell rings.

She enters. They pull me to my feet and tie me bent over a horse. they take turns flogging and pegging me

The door swings open, and a third woman strides in, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood. Lina’s gaze locks onto me immediately, lips curling in approval as she tosses her coat aside. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.” The taller woman grips my bound arms, hauling me upright with a sharp yank. My knees wobble, but she doesn’t give me time to steady myself—her partner drags a padded horse into the center of the room, shoving me face-down over it. The cold leather presses against my bare stomach as they untie my ankles just long enough to spread my legs wide, securing each one to the base with rough, efficient knots. Lina runs her fingers along my spine, nails scraping. “Tighter,” she murmurs, and the ropes bite deeper as they wrench my wrists to the opposite end, arching my back until every muscle strains. The first lash lands without warning—a stinging crack across my ass that wrenches a choked gasp from behind the gag. Lina’s laugh is low, deliberate, as she picks up the flogger, letting the tails drag over my thighs. “Let’s see how much you can take.” The taller woman steps in with a thick, curved strap-on, squeezing lube onto the length before pressing the tip against me, slow and relentless. I jerk against the restraints, but there’s no give—only the burn as she pushes in, filling me in one brutal thrust. Lina swings the flogger again. The pain sparks white-hot, but the rhythm of the strap-on doesn’t falter, driving deeper with every snap of leather. The third woman leans close, her breath hot on my ear. “Begging won’t help. But I *dare* you to try.”

My muffled groan turns into a sharp, involuntary cry as the flogger lands again—this time higher, across my lower back. The sting lingers, pulsing in time with the relentless thrusts of the strap-on. Lina watches, her lips parted, as she traces the fresh red marks with her fingertips before delivering another stinging strike. The taller woman’s grip tightens on my hips, fingers digging bruises into my skin as she fucks me harder, the base of the strap-on slapping against me with each thrust. Her partner circles us, smirking as she rolls a condom onto another toy—thinner but wicked-looking, with ridges that catch the light. She drags the tip teasingly along my lips, pressing just enough to make me shudder. "You’re taking *both*," she murmurs, before pushing into my mouth in one smooth motion. My jaw strains, tears pricking at my eyes as she starts to move, fucking my face in rhythm with the strap-on buried deep inside me. Lina’s flogger finds my thighs now, the strikes precise and unforgiving. The air smells like leather and sweat, my body taut between pleasure and pain. Every gasp is muffled, every twitch restrained—helpless to do anything but *take it*. The taller woman leans down, her voice rough with satisfaction. "Good boy."

The third woman’s fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back to deepen the thrusts of the toy in my mouth. Saliva drips down my chin, the ridges dragging against my tongue with every movement. Lina steps closer, her thigh pressing against my trembling arm as she brings the flogger down again—this time diagonally, crossing the welts already rising on my ass. A strangled sound escapes me, vibrating around the thick silicone stretching my lips. The taller woman doesn’t let up, her hips snapping forward with bruising force, the slap of skin against leather filling the room. Her free hand skims up my back, nails raking over fresh marks before gripping my shoulder to hold me steady. Lina drops the flogger with a quiet thud, her palm replacing it, rubbing slow circles over my burning skin before delivering a sharp smack. “Look at him,” she murmurs, voice thick with approval. “So fucking *eager* to take it all.” The third woman chuckles, twisting the toy deeper into my mouth as her other hand dips between my legs, fingers pressing just below where the strap-on pounds into me. The dual stimulation wrings a desperate groan from my chest, my body writhing uselessly against the ropes. “Think he’s close,” the taller woman growls, her rhythm faltering for just a second—long enough to make me whimper at the loss. But she doesn’t stop, just angles her hips sharper, hitting that spot inside me with brutal precision. Lina’s fingers trail down my spine, nails biting in. “Then let’s ruin him.”

The taller woman finally pulls the strap-on free with a wet pop, the sudden emptiness making me shudder. Before I can catch my breath, rough hands unhook my legs from the horse’s base, leaving the rope around my thighs just tight enough to keep me stumbling. Lina grabs a fistful of my hair, wrenching my head back as they drag me onto the floor, my knees hitting hardwood with a sharp crack. The third woman steps forward, peeling off her lace panties with one hand while the other keeps my jaw forced open. She doesn’t wait—just guides herself onto my tongue, grinding hard against my mouth. The taste of her floods my senses, bitter and musky, as her thighs clamp around my ears, trapping me there. Lina’s fingers tighten in my hair, forcing my nose deeper into the heat of her. “Don’t you dare stop,” she murmurs, watching my throat work. The other woman kneels beside me, pressing her slick folds against my cheek, smearing her arousal across my skin before shoving two fingers past my lips alongside her partner. I choke, saliva dripping down my chin as they both use my mouth, moving in rough tandem. The taller woman watches, stroking herself lazily with one hand before gripping the back of my neck. “Swallow,” she orders—just as Lina rocks her hips forward, silencing any protest with the crush of her body. The air is thick with their moans, the wet sounds of my desperate obedience filling the room. And when the third woman finally comes, her thighs trembling against my ears, she pulls away just enough to let me gasp—before the taller woman replaces her, dragging my mouth onto her next.

The taller woman pulls away with a slick sound, her fingers trailing from my mouth to my collarbone, nails leaving faint red lines. Lina gives my hair one last vicious tug before releasing me, my jaw aching from the relentless use. The third woman, still breathing hard, reaches for the heavy metal collar and cuffs chained in the corner. “On your knees,” Lina orders, and I don’t hesitate, my body still thrumming with the leftover heat of their attention. The cold iron closes around my throat first, the weight foreign and unforgiving. The cuffs follow, locking my wrists behind my back, the chain between them just short enough to keep me from reaching my own thighs. The taller woman drags me by the collar, my knees scraping against the floor as she pulls me toward the steel cage tucked in the shadows. She shoves me inside with a low laugh, the bars rattling as she latches the door shut. Lina crouches in front of me, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “Such a good pet,” she purrs. “We’ll let you rest for now.” Her thumb swipes over my lower lip, smearing the mess left behind. “But don’t think this is over.” The third woman runs a hand through her damp hair, smirking as she eyes me curled in my prison. “When we come back,” she says, tracing one bar with her fingertips, “we’re going to break you properly.” The lights click off, leaving me in darkness, the only sound the fading echo of their heels—and the rattling of my chains.