Midnight Raid Fantasies

You may recall my story where my husband and I tried to spice up our love live by introducing a third to our sexual games. It was highly successful, and we agreed that we didn't really need to continue it. Unbeknownst to me (Malcy), though, my Hubby (Pete) was missing the excitement and raunchiness of those experiences and had been carrying on a conversation with the last two guys we met on Grindr – two young Black guys: Troy and Marvin. They had been messaging him persistently, trying to arrange another meeting. Still, Pete hadn't worked up the courage to discuss it with me. I was oblivious to this going on in the background. Troy had eventually proposed a way to start a sex session without me knowing. He suggested that he and Marvin pretend to be burglars and one night ‘break in’ whilst we are asleep and ‘capture’ both of us and have their way with our bodies. Some CNC play if you like. I'd know nothing about it, but it would all be with Pete's knowledge. He'd leave the door on the latch to let them in and tell them where we were sleeping. Troy and Marvin would be masked and come into our bedroom to find us sleeping naked. Tie us up with the ropes they had brought and then fuck us.

The bedroom was dark, the only sound Pete’s steady breathing beside me. Naked as always, I’d fallen into a deep sleep—no clue what was coming. A floorboard creaked. My eyes shot open just as rough hands grabbed my wrists. A scream caught in my throat as a thick palm clamped over my mouth. Shadows moved in the dark—two broad figures, masked, looming over the bed. Pete jolted awake beside me, but his struggle was half-hearted, already playing his part. "Stay quiet," one of them growled—Troy, I’d recognize that deep voice anywhere—as the other, Marvin, yanked my arms behind my back. Rope bit into my skin, tight and unforgiving. Pete was already bound, legs spread, his cock hard and leaking. Marvin leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. "Got you now, baby." His fingers twisted in my hair, forcing my head back. "Gonna fuck you like we own you." I gasped as his free hand groped between my legs, rough and demanding. Troy didn’t waste time—climbing onto the bed, his heavy cock slapping against Pete’s flushed skin. I fought because the act was part of the game—writhing, whimpering—but my body betrayed me, wet and trembling. Marvin chuckled darkly. "Yeah, you like this." The ropes held. There was no escape. Only pleasure taken, rough and relentless.

Malcy's wrists were already tied to the bedposts when Marvin took his ankles up over his head and tied those to the bedstead too. His ass was beautifully exposed. Marvin started to explore it explicitly with his rough, stubby fingers. Malcy couldn't believe what was going on, but already his cock was rock hard from the excitement

Marvin’s fingers dug into Malcy’s ass, spreading him wide as his calloused thumb circled his hole. A low moan escaped Malcy’s lips—part shock, part white-hot anticipation. The grip on his ankles tightened as Marvin leaned down, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin before licking a slow, filthy stripe up his crack. “F-fuck,” Malcy stammered, body jerking against the ropes. Beside them, Troy had Pete’s head forced down, fucking his throat with slow, deliberate thrusts. Pete gagged, spit dripping down his chin, but his cock was slick with precum, bobbing untouched between his thighs. Marvin spat against Malcy’s hole, working the wetness into him with two fingers now, stretching him open. The burn made Malcy hiss, but the pain twisted into pleasure as Marvin’s fingers crooked inside him, pressing just right. “You’re tight,” Marvin muttered, twisting his wrist. “Gonna wreck you.” Malcy arched, breath ragged, as Marvin pulled his fingers free. The thick head of his cock replaced them, pressing insistently against his loosened rim. No more teasing—just force.

Pete secretly smiled at what was happening next to him, knowing that Malcy would be experiencing the fear of being fucked by a 'burglar' but also the extreme pleasure of being fucked by a much longer and fatter cock than his.

Marvin pushed in with one brutal thrust, stretching Malcy wide, the slap of skin echoing in the room. Malcy’s back arched, a choked cry tearing from his throat as the thick, unforgiving cock filled him completely. Pete watched from the corner of his eye, his own cock twitching as he saw Malcy’s face—shock, pleasure, fear all twisted together. Marvin’s hips snapped forward, setting a punishing pace, each thrust punching the breath from Malcy’s lungs. “Shit—*fuck*—so big—” Malcy gasped, his muscles clenching around Marvin’s cock, trying to adjust but only making the stretch more intense. Troy chuckled, keeping Pete’s mouth stuffed full as he murmured, “Bet you love feeling him split you open, huh?” Marvin’s grip on Malcy’s hips was brutal, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he fucked him deeper, rougher. The bed rocked with each thrust, ropes straining. Pete moaned around Troy’s cock, imagining the brutal stretch Malcy was feeling—how much fuller, how much *harder* he was being taken than Pete ever could. And the best part? Malcy had no idea how much he’d love it. Marvin leaned down, teeth grazing Malcy’s shoulder. “Gonna make sure you can’t sit right tomorrow.”

Malcy couldn't really see what was happening to Pete, but he hoped Pete's asshole was being stretched in the same way. Malcy's prostate was being pounded and stimulated so hard that he was dribbling precum and squirting small spurts of piss onto his belly.

Malcy’s vision blurred as Marvin’s cock hammered into his prostate, the relentless pressure sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. His cock twitched, precum dripping onto his stomach in thick strings, mingling with the involuntary spurts of piss that leaked out with every brutal thrust. The humiliation of it sent a fresh wave of heat through him—he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, couldn’t even control his own fucking bladder. To his right, Pete’s choked moans and the wet slap of skin told him Troy was still using his throat, but Malcy’s imagination ran wild. Was Troy stretching Pete’s ass too? Filling him just as deep, just as mercilessly? The thought made his own hole clench around Marvin’s cock, drawing a grunt from the man above him. “Fuck, you’re greedy,” Marvin growled, driving in harder, his balls slapping against Malcy’s ass. “Wanna see your friend get wrecked, huh?” Malcy whimpered, nodding frantically, even as another spurt of piss splashed hot against his skin. His cock ached, untouched and leaking, but the overstimulation was too much—pleasure and desperation twisting together until his whole body trembled. Troy finally pulled out of Pete’s mouth with a slick sound, smirking. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, dragging Pete up by the hair. “You’re next.”

Marvin was pulling out of Malcy's hole, leaving it gaping, before plunging back in with full force. "I'm getting close, boy," Marvin said to Malcy. "But I'm not going to cum in your ass. I'm going to fill that pretty mouth of yours so get ready!"

Marvin’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock dragging brutally over Malcy’s abused prostate before pulling out completely—leaving his hole twitching, stretched wide and empty for only a second before Marvin slammed back in. Malcy gasped, his thighs quivering, his whole body taut like a live wire. “Fuck—*fuck*—” he choked out, fingers clawing at the sheets as Marvin pistoned into him, the slap of skin loud and obscene. Then Marvin yanked out again, his cock glistening with spit and lube, and grabbed Malcy’s hair, hauling him up. “Open,” he growled, thumb pressing hard against Malcy’s bottom lip. Malcy barely had time to obey before Marvin shoved his cock past his teeth, the thick length stretching his mouth wide, the musky taste of sweat and precum flooding his tongue. Troy chuckled, forcing Pete onto his knees beside them. “Watch how he takes it,” he murmured, gripping Pete’s jaw. “See how bad he needs it?” Marvin’s hips snapped forward, fucking Malcy’s throat with the same ruthless pace as his ass, his balls slapping Malcy’s chin. Malcy gagged, tears pricking his eyes, but his cock jerked wildly—dripping, untouched, as spit spilled down his chin. “Take it,” Marvin grunted. “Gonna paint your fucking throat.” Pete moaned, his own mouth watering as he watched, Troy’s grip tightening in his hair. “Your turn soon, sweetheart,” Troy whispered. “Hope you’re ready to swallow just as deep.”

Malcy was desperate to swallow all of Marvin's cum, but the size of his cock made him gag. Soon, spit and cum were dribbling down his chest in huge quantities, soaking the bed too.

Marvin’s grip on his hair tightened as Malcy struggled to take him deeper, his throat convulsing around the thick intrusion. Tears streaked his cheeks, his jaw stretched to the limit, but he refused to pull away—his cock twitching violently as the bitter, musky taste of Marvin’s precum coated his tongue. A ragged groan tore from Marvin’s throat, his hips stuttering before he slammed all the way in, his cock pulsing as hot ropes of cum shot straight down Malcy’s throat. Malcy choked, the sheer volume overwhelming him—some of it leaked past his lips in thick, pearly strands, smearing across his chin and chest in sticky rivulets. The bed beneath him soaked through, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. “Good boy,” Marvin panted, pulling out just enough to let the last few spurts splatter across Malcy’s flushed face. “Now clean it up.” He dragged his cock over Malcy’s lips, smearing the mess even further. Troy chuckled darkly, shoving Pete forward until his nose brushed Malcy’s cum-stained chest. “Lick him,” he ordered. “Every fucking drop.”

Pete licked up the spit cum, and piss from his partner's chest. He could resist continuing down to his cock.

Pete's tongue dragged greedily over Malcy's chest, lapping up the sticky mix of spit and cum, his own breath coming in ragged hitches. The salt-and-musk filled his mouth, his cock throbbing against Troy's thigh where he knelt. Then Troy's fingers twisted in his hair, forcing him lower. "Don't stop," he ordered, voice rough. Malcy whimpered as Pete's tongue traced the trails of wetness down his stomach, his abs flexing under the teasing strokes. When Pete reached his cock—hard, leaking, and twitching with need—he hesitated, lips hovering just above the tip. Troy's grip tightened. "Suck him. Now." Pete moaned, wrapping his lips around Malcy's swollen head, swallowing him down in one brutal slide. Malcy arched off the bed with a broken cry. With Pete engaged in sucking his husband Marvin, and Troy took the ropes, tightly tying Pete's arms to Malcy's legs, and then left! As quickly as it had started, it was over. They left quite a sight. Malcy, legs in the air, wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts. Pete, between his legs, his mouth clamped to his husband's hard cock, unable to move his upper body. They were well and truly trapped. This wasn't in the plans he agreed with Marvin and Troy! How would they escape?!

Marvin circled the bed, his cock still slick and half-hard from Malcy’s throat. He dragged his fingers through the mess on Pete’s chin, pushing two fingers past his lips without warning. “Suck,” he ordered, watching Pete’s cheeks hollow around them. Troy returned, a thick leather strap in his hand, running it slowly along Malcy’s trembling thigh. “Thought you’d need some convincing,” he murmured, before snapping the strap down hard. Malcy jerked, a sharp cry muffled by Pete’s mouth still working his cock. His hips bucked, shoving deeper into Pete’s throat as Troy struck again—the crack of leather on skin mingling with wet, choked gasps. Marvin pulled his fingers free and gripped Pete’s hair, forcing him to take Malcy to the root. “Swallow him whole. You’re not done yet.” Pete’s muffled groan vibrated against Malcy’s cock as Troy bent down, biting the inside of his thigh. The restraints held them tight, no escape—only the relentless pressure of mouths, hands, and leather.