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I was out on my balcony of my hotel in Miami relaxing after a long day. It was nice to just stare at the waves washing up on the beach. I had stripped off my suit and tie and was just laying there in my tighty whiteys. The cooling breeze felt good on my body. I wasn't a jock by any means, but I had a nice toned look. I swam laps a couple of times a week trying to keep in shape. Used the sun lamp at the pool to keep a nice soft tan.
I had a tough day at the conference. They didn't like my proposal at all. I was in Miami for a one-day conference, but due to flights in and out of Miami, I had to spend the night. I wasn't disappointed that I had to stay over night. In fact, I was thinking that maybe I might spend the weekend and just relax. I felt I deserved a rest.
Suddenly, as if they appeared out of thin air, there were two men standing beside my deck chair. One on each side. They were both dressed in nice, snug fitting black jeans, showing their bulges nicely, black t-shirts that looked like they were painted on, showing their nicely built bodies, and black hoods that hid their faces. I had a bit of panic. I told them my money was in my wallet back on the dresser in the room. Otherwise, I didn't have anything of value on me.
Suddenly, the one on my right had a knife in his hand (from where I have no idea). He told me to be quiet. What they wanted was lying right here on the chair. They wanted me?! Oh shit. No one knows what room I am in, what if they kill me? The one on my right took the knife and reached down and slit my underwear off me. Despite my fear of what they were going to do to me, I was getting hard. The one with the knife told me that it looks like they were going to be in for a nice evening. What??
They said that as long as I cooperated with them, no one was going to get hurt. I was here only for their pleasure. Then they started to strip. I wasn't disappointed with what was hiding under their clothes. They looked just as chiseled in the flesh as they had dressed. Both had decent sized cocks, low hanging balls. I noticed one was cut and the other had a nice long foreskin. Mr Cut told me to take his cock and start giving it a tongue bath. I was trembling when I reached out. His cock was so nice and firm. About 7 inches or so. I started to lick it like an ice cream cone. He groaned out his appreciation.
Mr Uncut leaned over and was kissing Mr Cut. Playing with his nipples. I took it upon myself to start playing with Mr Uncut's 8 inches. Nice and thick. I started switching back and forth between the two. Both fit just right in my mouth. Soon Mr Uncut was thrusting deeply into my throat. He grabbed my ears and started to face fuck me. Long deep strokes.
Each thrust would go in deeper and deeper. Soon my nose was hitting his bush. I was getting so hot smelling his clean, manly smell. I would have to breathe in on one stroke, breathe out on the next stroke. Suddenly, he shoved all the way down and held it there. I felt his cock swell and then start to shoot. It was shooting so far back that I couldn't taste his cum, just feel it flow through his cock. I was getting desperate for air, but he wouldn't let go. Finally he relaxed his hold and pulled out some. I grabbed a deep breath. He told me to clean his cock off as he was done.
Mr Cut then said it was his turn. But he wanted some of my ass instead. It was now dark out. He told me to lean over the balcony rail. I hesitated. He grabbed my nuts and held the knife to them. He said that if I didn't do as he said, someone was going to get hurt, and it wasn't him.
What choice did I have? He grabbed a cushion off the chair and placed it on the railing. He had me bend over. Both of them tied my hands to my ankles through the railing. Also tied them to the rails so I couldn't move. There I was bent over the railing, up 20 floors. But it was dark out, the room lights weren't on yet, and I was facing the ocean. I relaxed once I realized it. But wasn't I being used against my will? Wouldn't I want help to rescue me? I was confused because I was having such a good time. My cock was betraying me. This was actually turning me on. Being used by two guys that I had no idea who they were. Here they were both totally naked except for those spandex masks.
I felt one of them shove a tube in my ass and I figured it must be lube. He must have squirted the whole thing up there because soon it was running down my leg. He shoved a couple of fingers in there and started to work my hole. Soon I was bucking against his hand. Wanting more. He pulled them out and I felt a cock against my opening. If figured it must be Mr Cut. He slowly pushed in. It felt right at home in there. He pushed right up to his pubes. He held it there for a bit. I could feel him relaxing. Then he started to pull out. Slowly, right to the head. Then back in again.
Mr Cut kept up the slow pace for quite some time. I was impressed at his stamina. Slow and even. Not ragged. I would have been bucking almost right away. The only contact with his body was his cock. Sometimes his thighs as he bottomed out. Soon his breath started to get ragged, but he still kept up the slow pace. How could he? Being right on the edge like that? I felt his cock start to swell. He pushed all the way in, grabbed the railing and tried to pull himself into me. I could swear that I felt his balls trying to enter my ass along with his cock. He moaned and I felt him cum. I was sure he was filling me up and I expected it soon to start squirting out I would be so full.
He pulled out with a pop and he sat on the chair to get his bearings. I was still tied over the railing and soon I felt his cum starting to drip out of my gaping hole. I felt so exposed here like this. But my cock was rock hard, drooling the whole time. I was sure enjoying this! Mr Uncut said that he now wanted part of my ass, but it would need warming up first. He went into the room and turned on the light. I knew right then I made a fine display out there. Being backlit against the building, tied over the railing. But there was nothing I could do about it. I heard some rummaging around in the room. I was trying to figure out what they were doing in there.
They both came back and used a knife to cut the ropes. Told me that we were going inside and not to try anything funny. I could barely walk after being bent over that railing. I couldn't have run even if I wanted to. And my hole was loose, the stuff running down my legs. They led me into the room and I saw what they had been doing. The bed had been opened up and the pillows were bunched in the middle. There were ropes tied to the four corners. They told me to lie face down on the bed with the pillows under my belly. This would elevate my ass for Mr Uncut to use.
They tied me spread eagle, pulling the ropes until I would not be going anywhere. Then Mr Uncut showed me this nice leather paddle. Oh no! Now I knew what he meant that my ass needed warming up first.
WHACK! I let out a whelp. He told me to be quiet. He let go another. I grunted loudly again. It hurt! He said that they had to fix that. So Mr Cut found my cutup briefs and stuffed them into my mouth. Whack again! And again. I lost count. My ass was numb. I bet it was beet red and burning.
I felt cool hands on my ass checks. Mr Uncut said they were perfect. He checked out the lube in my ass and must have been satisfied because I felt him climb up onto the bed. He wasn't gentle about it at all. He shoved right in with one hard shove. If I hadn't been gagged I would have cried out in pleasure. It felt so good! This is what I wanted/needed. I just never knew it. To be taken against my will.
Since Mr Uncut had cum once already, I figured I was in for a long fuck. He was pounding my ass good. He reached around and grabbed onto my nips. He was twisting them, pulling them. My chest was on fire! My nips sure needed this! He started fucking me even harder if that could be possible. Using my nips as handles.
Mr Cut came around and pulled the gag out of my mouth. Before I could say anything, he shoved his cock down my throat. He had been stroking it the entire time so he was hard and ready. Soon they were working together. Both shoving in and both were pulling out at the same time. This allowed them to get in the deepest possible as they were shoving against each other.
They were grunting with each thrust. I could feel the sweat dripping off of them. I was getting so close to cumming, what with the pounding of my ass, the wonderful smells these guys were giving off, the workout my nips were getting, just the whole situation. Suddenly, my cock went over the edge. I saw stars in front of my eyes, my cum shooting into the pillows. The cock in my ass started to swell just as the one in my mouth did. Mr Cut grabbed my hair and shoved in deep and held it there. Since I was cumming, I was not paying attention to my breathing and hadn't gotten a good breath in! I felt cum from both ends. I was in heaven. I started to black out and the cock in my mouth still didn't pull out. Everything went black.
The next thing I knew, I woke up and it was getting light out. The sun just peeking over the horizon. I was alone and untied. I was sore. Everywhere. My wrists and ankles had rope marks, my ass cheeks were still burning. My ass hole felt very well used and my jaw ached from the face fuck. And my nipples were tender. But I felt so good. Wonderful. What a night!
I called the front desk and told them I wasn't checking out, but had decided to spend the weekend. They said there wasn't a problem. I showered, stopped at the breakfast bar and then decided to head to the beach for a little rest. I needed it. I laid out my beach towel and decided to rest in the sun. While I was sitting there, I could overhear some guy yelling into his cell phone. Something about not getting what he paid for. Then more yelling about how could they get the wrong hotel? He gave explicit instructions. Go to room 2011. Two guys play rape the guy who was staying in the room.
When he said room 2011, I gave a start. That was my room number. The two guys had been paid to show up and do a rape scene! They went to the wrong hotel! No wonder they really weren't all that rough. And I had played right into their hands by not really putting up that much of a fuss. They probably thought they had the right place. I even managed to cum with them servicing me! I settled down into the sand thanking my lucky stars! I had gotten what I needed, but didn't know I needed. To be controlled. My life could only get better from now on. . .