Tied Up on Hillbillies Hill

There was a place called hillbillies hill and when growing up I would pass by there every now and then and would notice a beautiful girl in the yard and she always tries to get me to come over and one day I did and i and I found myself being tied up and then she said you boys think you have big cock and she said I going to see what you got

The gravel crunched under my boots as I turned down the rutted dirt road toward Hillbillies Hill. Years of ignoring the flicker of white-blanket sheets, the flash of bare legs by the fence, had done nothing but sharpen the memory of *her*—the dark-haired girl sprawled on the porch, sunbaked skin clinging damp to a cut-off tank, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her too-small cutoffs. She’d always catch my gaze with that smirk, fingers beckoning like something inside her wouldn’t let her stay away. Tonight, I finally crossed that yard, the air thick with the scent of magnolias and something sweeter, like anticipation hanging just out of reach. She stood before I’d even cleared the steps, one hand braced against the doorframe as she leaned in, the other already snaking around my wrist. “Took you long enough,” she murmured, pulling me close enough that the heat of her body burned through my shirt. Her nails dug into the back of my neck as she let her other hand drift lower, down my chest, over the belt buckle—testing weight. “You boys all talk real big, don’t ya?” A laugh, breath hot against my ear. “Guess we’ll find out.” Her fingers slid fast as fuck under the denim, gripping hard as she yanked—then the cold bite of nylon on cuffs cut into my skin before she’d even shoved me backward. “Goddamn,” I spat, trying for a threat and getting lost in the way her lips curled at the edge of her teeth. “What the *fuck*?” She didn’t answer, just dropped to her knees and pulled my zipper down with her teeth. The second my cock sprang free, her grip was iron. “Yeah,” she purred, stroking slow like she was judging, “this’ll do.” Then her mouth closed around me—no teasing, no game—just raw, wet suction, her tongue working the underside with ruthless precision. I hissed, hands clenched behind the ropes at my wrists, but the way she hummed around my shaft, the way her throat fluttered as she swallowed deeper… there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop her.

Her fingers tightened again, a warning before she pulled harder this time, tongue dragging up my length in a single, slick motion. “Told you it wouldn’t,” she groaned against me, saliva dripping down her chin. “Your type always think you’re the biggest thing around.” The words vibrated around my sensitive skin as she took another brutal suck, her nails scraping the backs of my thighs through the denim. I arched into her, breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’re— *fuck* —” She ignored me, just like she always had, dragging her other hand up my shaft in wet, grasping strokes. Her hair fell loose from its messy bun, strands catching on the gravel beside her as she bobbed—faster now, lips sealed tight, swallowing around the head before backing up with a wet *pop*, only to rinse her mouth and do it again. The air went still between us, save for the rough drag of her breath, the sound of her nails clicking against leather as she adjusted her grip. “But you?” I managed, voice raw. The gravel bit into my bare knee as she shifted, thighs pressing against mine. “You’re not playing—” “Not yet,” she agreed, freeing me just long enough to spit in her palm. The heat of her mouth closed around the head again, then she was sliding down, taking me so deep her nose mashed against the base. A shudder rocked through her, nails biting deeper. “Answer me,” I ground out, the ropes biting into my wrists as I tried to twist away. She hummed, throat milking my cock. “I will.” And then she looked up at me, eyes dark as stormwater, and said, “After you come.”

The ropes at my wrists shifted, rough against my chafed skin, but she locked one arm around my thighs, the other still gripping my shaft. “Not yet,” she repeated, her lips pulling back enough to flash her teeth, but her tongue kept working—swirling, pressing, teasing the slit until I groaned, my hips jerking forward despite myself. The gravel pressed into the back of my calves as she tilted her head, her hair spilling over my fingers, but the bindings kept them useless. “You’re gonna kill me,” I gasped, voice cracking. She smirked, the drag of her throat leaving my cock slick and aching. “Then you’d better start begging.” The word *start* wasn’t lost on me—this was just practice. And god, she was *good* at it. Her fingers flexed again, nails sinking in, and then she was rolling her hand around the base, the other palming the shaft, her mouth so tight I could feel every damn drag. The world narrowed to the sound of her breath hitching, the slick drag of her throat, the way her free hand slid down my thigh, fingers hooking into the seam of my jeans to pull them lower, to bare my balls. “Fuck, Lila—” She didn’t answer, just hummed, the vibration pushing me closer. Her spit dripped down my length, her nails tracing the sensitive line between my balls and hole, testing. The back of my knees bumped the steps, but I couldn’t pull away—not when her mouth was that hot, that *relentless*. A bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, and she was there, tongue flattening against it, lapping like she was trying to *taste* me. The porch swing creaked behind her, the chains rattling like a warning. I swallowed hard, ropes biting into my pulse. “What do you *want*?” Her lips curled around my head, throat swallowing. “*You*.” The word broke into a sound—half groan, half challenge—as she twisted her fingers, nails grazing my sac. “But you’re gonna break first.”

The word *you* barely left her mouth before it tightened again, teeth grazing the flushed head of my cock like a promise. Her spit dripped off my length, slicking between her fingers as they tightened, palm sliding up to cup my balls in a way that had me grinding my teeth. “Break for me, baby,” she breathed, the heat of it pushing me toward the edge without warning. Her free hand snaked down, two fingers pressing against my hole before I could protest, nails biting the underside of my shaft as she curled them in. I jolted, hips bucking forward. “*Fuck*.” She didn’t flinch, just gripped harder, those fingers stroking something I hadn’t even known could feel so good. “That’s the idea.” A wet *pop* as she pulled off, saliva stringing between her lips and my cock, but she didn’t give me time to breathe—her mouth was back, jaw loosened, swallowing deep, her fingers teasing the tight ring of my hole in steady circles. The gravel bit sharp, my weight shifting as I tried to drag her up, but she was having none of it, humming around my shaft, the sound rattling through my bones. Her nails dug into the inside of my thighs, leaving marks I’d remember long after she let me go. The chains of the swing rattled again, the wood groaning like it was laughing with her. “Lila,” I spat, her name dragged from my chest. She answered with a hollow *mhm*, her tongue flat against the base of my cock, flicking the sensitive skin. Something wet hit my chin—a laugh, half-spit, half-drink as she pulled off. “Keep it up,” she whispered, her nails dragging down to the seam of my jeans, slicing just enough to make me hiss. “I’ll have you *begging*.” Her fingers tightened around the shaft, thumb brushing over the tip, and then she was guiding me back inside, her breath hot against my balls as she swallowed hard, the head of my cock striking the back of her throat. A shudder rocked her, teeth grazing, and then she was working her jaw, her throat clutching around me in small, brutal pulses. “You’re gonna—” I choked, hips pitching forward despite the bindings. “*Fucking* choke on me.” She pulled off with a wet, obscene sound, spit dripping down to her knuckles. “Never seen you so sensitive.” The challenge was back in her voice, her fingers flexing tighter before she plunged her mouth down again, taking me so deep her eyes watered. “Guess you’re easy to please.” Her tongue was the final betrayal—swirling against the ridges of my cock, pressing just enough to send me over. I groaned, hips bucking, my balls pulling tight against my body. She swallowed around me again and again, every pull dragging a ragged sound from my throat, her nails digging into the back of my thighs like she was fighting to keep me still. And then it was too much—my cock jerked, the first sharp thrust of cum hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, humming as she took what I gave her, her free hand pressed against my hip to steady me. The rest of it shot down, her lips stretching around the shaft as she drained me, her throat fluttering, her nails finally dragging down to my knees in a caress that left me breathless. She pulled off, taking her time, saliva dripping from her chin. The porch steps were still there, but the world had tilted, everything a blur and a burn.

As I watched her stripping her beautiful breast and naked body looking really good and then she said I'm going to climb on your big cock and I'm going to move up and down

Lila’s fingers slid free of my jeans at last, the rough fabric falling away. She didn’t waste time—one hand already palmed my chest, nails scraping up as she pushed me back against the swing’s wood, the other knotted in the chains above her head. Her body moved before I could protest, the gravel crunching under her knee as she straddled my hips, thighs slick with spit. “Big enough?” she asked, her voice rough but sure, already reaching between us to guide the flushed head of my cock against her. I gritted my teeth. “You— *fuck* —you’re *killing* me.” She smirked, leaning forward just enough that the heavy weight of her breasts pressed against my thighs. Then she was sinking down, taking me inch by inch, her heat so tight I could feel her squeezing around the base, her thighs trembling as she adjusted to my size. The ropes bit into my wrists, but I didn’t dare move—not when she was this close, her lips parted in a silent gasp. “God,” I groaned, hips straining against the bindings. She ignored it, just like she always had. Instead, her hands slid up my chest, nails digging into my collarbone as she began to rock, slow at first, then faster—pushing down until my cock struck the back of her throat, her lips stretching obscenely around the shaft, then pulling up with a wet *pop*, her spit dripping onto my balls. The swing creaked, chains rattling like a threat, but she didn’t stop—her nails dragged down to my stomach, then lower, tracing the curve of my hip as she rode me. “Too much?” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. I choked on a laugh. “Not *enough*.” Her fingers curled into the ropes at my wrists, pulling just enough to let them slide free. The relief was short-lived—she didn’t let me touch her. But then, she didn’t need me to. Her nails raked down my chest, the sharp sting just another reminder of how she had me, how she’d always had me. She leaned forward, her weight pressing me deeper into the swing. “Move up and down,” she ordered, her teeth grazing the underside of my cock as she pulled away. “I want you *b beg* for it.” Her thighs flexed, squeezing harder, and I was already arching up, trying to meet her. The ropes fell away, useless as I thrust, my cock dragging against her slick folds, the tip scraping over her tight entrance. She didn’t let me in, just teased me, her free hand sliding down to my balls, nails tight against my sac as she forced me to chase her. “Give me *more*,” she whispered, her teeth scoring my shoulder. I groaned, my hips pistoning up into her, but she was still out of reach. The gravel ground into my back, her weight pressing me down into the swing, and then—finally—she was sinking onto me, her lips locked around my shaft, her throat swallowing as she took me so deep I could feel her bruising me. A shudder rocked through her, her nails digging into my hips as she began to ride, her movements controlled, brutal, her teeth grazing my cock every time she pulled away. “Like that?” she breathed, her nails tracing the line above my balls. “You’ll take *all* of that when I’m done with you.”

The salt of her skin hit my tongue before I could even decide to lick—her nipple pebbled under my attention, the heat of her breath still rough against my shoulder as she worked my cock into deep, bruising swallows. I scraped my teeth over it, biting just enough to make her hips stutter, her throat fluttering around me in punishment. “*Fuck*,” she gasped, voice choked by my cock and something darker—a sound she’d always hated me making. But she didn’t stop, just rode harder, her lips stretched obscenely around the base as she pulled away, her spit trailing down my length in glistening strings. Her nipple was harder now, pink but flushed, and I took it between my teeth, dragging my tongue over the sting before sucking deep, my hands gripping the chains like they’d keep me from tearing. She moaned around my shaft, the vibration sending a shock through me, her fingers digging into the ropes at my wrists. “You’re *insatiable* today,” she hissed, but the words were muffled, swallowed by another push down, her teeth grazing my cock again as she hollowed her throat. Her thighs trembled against my hips, her weight pressing into me—just enough to bruise. I let go of the chains, my fingers tangling in her hair instead, yanking just hard enough to make her pull off with a wet, obscene sound. “Ride me, *baby*,” I growled, my hips already pitching up to meet her. “Take what you *want*.” She smirked, already climbing off my cock, my length glistening with her spit. But then she was straddling my lap again, her hands sliding down my chest—her nails drawing red lines down my pecs before she gripped my shoulders with enough force to leave fingerprints. Her wet folds hovered over my tip, and then she was sinking onto me, slow, brutal—her heat swallowing me whole, her teeth sinking into my shoulder as she took every inch. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, but she didn’t care. “You *beg*,” she reminded me, her breath hot against my neck. “Not the other way around.” Her thighs flexed, squeezing tighter, the swing groaning under us. I let my nails dig into her skin, the sharp sting just another reason to snap under her control. “If you don’t shut up,” I muttered, “I’ll *fuck* you so hard you’ll scream.” She laughed around my cock, the sound dragged from her throat as she ground down on me. “Try it,” she dared. My hips rose, my cock already throbbing, ready to—

The wet drag of her sinking onto me sent fire through my veins, her tight walls milking my length with each brutal shift of her hips. I didn’t wait for her permission—my hands snapped onto her waist, gripping hard enough to mark, my nails digging into the soft flesh as I thrust up into her. She gasped, her lips parting to let out a keening sound, half-pain, half-pleasure, but I didn’t relent. My cock slammed into her, the thick head pressing against something deep inside, something that had her nails clawing my chest. “*Yes*—,” she snarled, but the word came out broken, her breath hitching as I forced her to take my full length every stroke. “You *want* me to scream?” I didn’t answer—just fucked her harder, my hips pistoning up as she rode, her thighs shaking with the effort to grind me down. The gravel beneath us scraped against my back, her weight dragging down, my cock stretching her obscenely, the thick head swelled past her tightest rings, her heat clinging to me, bruising. She was biting my shoulder again, her teeth sharp against my skin. A shudder tore through her, her body locking up as she took me deep, her nails dragging across my chest like she wanted me to bleed. I could feel her clamping down, her thighs tensing against my hips, the sharp heat of her orgasm already building— “*Fuck*,” she choked, her voice raw as I yanked her down harder, my cock striking her cervix in a brutal thrust. “*More*—!” I let go of her waist, my hands snatching up to grip the chains above us instead. I pulled her down, my hips rising to meet her—each thrust sending hers bouncing against the chains, the wet slap of my flesh against hers echoing through the empty room with every brutal slam. She was clawing at my back now, her body arched back, her throat exposed, her breath coming in sharp *hits* against my pecs. “*You’re*—,” she gasped, but I cut her off with a brutal thrust up, her walls fluttering around my length as she sobbed. “—*mine*.”

Her pussy clenched around me like a fist, her walls pulsing in time with the thick, desperate pulse of my cock as it buried deep inside her. The orgasm hit from nowhere, her whole body locking up, her teeth sharp against my shoulder—just like she wanted me to leave marks on her. She came with a broken sob, her nails tearing down my back in fresh, red lines, her hips still jerking against me as the waves of pleasure tore through her. I didn’t last much longer. My balls drew up tight, my cock swelling against her, the thick head already twitching. One more shudder tore down my spine—my fingers tight around the chains, body straining—and then I was coming, the hot jet of my release painting her insides. She let out a choked, breathless moan as I filled her, my hips still fucking her through the last spasms, my cock emptying deep inside. Her chest was heaving, her teeth still sunk into my shoulder, her nails digging into my back. She didn’t pull away, just took another shuddering breath, her pussy still clinging to me like she wouldn’t let go. The gravel beneath us felt cold, our sweat hot against each other—as I pulled her down harder, my teeth grazing her collarbone, my breath still rough against her skin.

Her walls fluttered around me again as I dragged the tip of my tongue along her collarbone, the salty heat of her skin clinging to my lips. The chains rattled overhead with each erratic buck of her thighs, her body still twitching with aftershocks, my cock slick and spent inside her. She let out a broken whimper, her fingers trembling against my chest—not out of weakness, but like she was testing whether I was *really* there. “You *bite* me for that,” she muttered against my skin, her voice rough with want. “Next time, I’m gonna draw blood.” I didn’t stop her when she pulled back, her teeth finding the curve of my jaw instead, sharp enough to make me groan—half in pain, half in *fucking ecstasy.* My cock was still buried deep, the thick pulse of her pussy milking the last drop, and now she was grinding down slow, deliberate, like she wanted to *wring* me out before the night was done. Her hands slid up my chest, her nails teasing the scars until she gripped my shoulders, digging in as she started to *rise* again, her hips rolling, her body already slick with sweat. The second orgasm hit harder, her pussy clenching down like she was trying to *rip* me in two, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. She didn’t ask for mercy this time—she just *took*, her nails scraping deeper, her body trembling as she rode me through it. And I let her.

And after she came with her creamy cum on my cock she fell to the side and said now I going to keep you forever

The air smelled thick with the tang of her arousal, the scent of her release still clinging to the sweat-slicked skin between us. Her body shuddered one last time before collapsing against the gravel, her breath coming in sharp, uneven hits against my chest. The chains groaned overhead, the weight of my movements pressing them tighter—until she rolled off me entirely, leaving my cock coated in her warmth, still twitching with the last echoes of my own pleasure. She lay sprawled beside me, one leg tangled with mine, her fingers dragging through the dirt, then slipping into my hair as she turned her head toward me. Her mouth was slick, her lips parted, still swollen from where she’d bit me. “Now I’m gonna keep you *forever*,” she panted, not waiting for me to answer. Her hand slid between my legs, fingers already hooking around the base of my cock—*my* cum dripping down her wrist—before she brought them to her lips, not bothering with delicacy. The taste of it on her tongue made me hiss, my hips jerking involuntarily as she hummed around her fingers, pulling them away only to smirk at the sight of me, half-hard already. “Yeah,” she breathed, her voice a velvet threat. “That’s what you’re gonna do before I do.” Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, already slick with her own release, before she tugged me closer. “Right here. Right now.”

The gravel bit into the back of my thighs as she guided me onto my knees, her grip firm but teasing. I could see the flicker of hunger in her eyes, dark and knowing, like she was already planning how far she’d push me next. “On your knees,” she ordered, not a question, not a plea—just a command. I obeyed without hesitation, sinking onto them before she could yank me again. The position stretched me out, my cock still sheathed in her cum, the tip brushing against her stomach as she leaned over me. Her fingers wrapped around my wrists, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to pin me in place when she straddled my waist, her thighs pressing against my ribs, her skin hot where they met. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice low, her breath still unsteady. “You get off on my control.” A statement, not a question. Her free hand slipped down to cup my jaw, fingers curling into the short stubble there, her thumb brushing over my lips. “So I’m gonna make sure you’re *real* good when I keep you.” The shift of her weight was sudden—one leg sliding between mine, the other hooking over my arm, her pussy grinding down hard against my spent cock, the friction enough to make my balls tighten all over again. “I’m gonna make you *beg* next time.”

The chains still bit into my wrists, leaving faint red marks against the dirt-flecked skin. She hadn’t even bothered with gagging me—just clamped my mouth shut between her thighs, the musky heat of her pussy still thick in the air, the taste of my own cum lingering on her skin. Her fingers dug deeper into my jaw, not enough to bruise but enough to remind me who was in charge. The concrete floor hummed beneath her knees as she shifted, her weight pressing me down, her thighs trapping my cock between us. The slow drag of her wet heat against my sensitivity sent a fresh rush of desperation through me—until she leaned forward, her stomach flattening against my back, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re gonna choke on me later,” she murmured, her voice rough, “but first, I need you to listen.” Her teeth grazed the shell of my ear, sharp just enough to make me flinch. “I locked you down here because you’re *mine*—not because you begged for it.” A pause. Then, a whisper: “Not yet.” Her free hand trailed down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my ribs before she latched onto the base of my cock, guiding me upward—painfully hard—into the cradle of her ass as she rocked back. The stretch was brutal, her body clenching around nothing, the anticipation twisting in my gut. She stayed there for a long moment, breathing against my neck, letting me feel the weight of possession. “Tell me you understand,” she ordered, her hips flexing just enough to make my toes curl. I swallowed, my throat dry. “I’m yours,” I choked out. Her laugh was a dark, satisfied purr. “Not yet.”

Her grip on my jaw tightened, just shy of breaking. “You belong *here*,” she said, the chains rattling as she dragged my wrists up, forcing me to arch my back. “I’m gonna show you what that means.” The cold bite of metal against my throat made my cock jerk—she looped the chain around my neck, not snug enough to cut off the air but enough to remind me exactly where this was heading. Then her cunt ground down again, this time slower, her legs trembling with the effort of keeping me pinned like this. “You’re gonna watch me come all over your face first,” she spat, her nails digging into my hip. One hand left my jaw, her fingers finding the hairline at my temples, yanking my head up as her hips surged forward, her slit dragging against my teeth. The taste was thick, salty, mixing with the dirt and the sweat from the damp concrete. “Then you’re gonna *earn* it.” Her free hand slipped between her thighs, fingers pressing deep into the crease of her ass instead of the pussy she was rubbing against my mouth. A shiver ran through her as she ground down harder, her breath hitching. “That’s right,” she growled between clenched teeth. “You’re not gonna get off until I say so.” The words hung between us as her fingers curled, searching, her thighs flexing against my chest. Then she pulled back—just enough to tease me, her wetness trailing down my chin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against mine, hot and demanding. “And when you beg?” Her tongue darted out, licking the tip of mine. “I’m gonna make you *wait*.” Her legs slipped out from between mine, the chain tugging at my neck as she guided me onto my elbows, her weight still pressing down, my cock a useless ache where her ass had been. The air hit my back, cool against the sweat she’d already left there, before she straddled my waist again, this time her slit hovering over my lips, her thighs framing my face. “Now,” she murmured, “you’re gonna *learn*.”