This is part four of an increasingly authoritarian tale. Stay tuned for more. All feedback and encouragement welcome.
"Is he ready?" The stranger's voice was deep and gravelly, but he was speaking softly. I could hear boots coming off. They landed with a thud by the front door. A belt, a zipper.
Nathan cleared his throat. "All lubed up," he said. He had evidently walked over to me. The dildo circled my hole again and was plunged all the way in.
The stranger's voice, now nearer, said with greater force, "Are you ready?"
"Well, faggot?" I jumped. Nathan's voice was even louder. Deep. Firm. Where has this Nathan been I wondered. Fuck.
I was taken out of my reverie by the dildo being yanked from inside of me followed by a hard slap on my ass. I jumped again. I could feel the blood pulse in my cock.
"Are you," the stranger spoke slowly, "ready?" I moaned into the gag and emphatically nodded my head.
His hands were rough and cold sliding along my back and over my ass. He squeezed. I moaned. He dragged his right hand up my crack, letting the middle finger rest between the cheeks of my ass. His fingertip had only just brushed my hole when without any warning he shoved it completely in. A yelp escaped my lips. He fingered my ass slowly from there, beginning to add another in short order.
Both of the man's hands were still on me, but I heard a condom being opened. It was Nathan. Oh fuck. I imagined their eye contact as Nathan unrolled the condom over the stranger's dick. How big was it? Was he gonna slide in slowly or just shove it all in? Was I ready?
I didn't have a chance to consider the questions for more than a second before I felt the stranger's cock enter me. It filled me completely, and he wasn't all the way in. I was always so quick to say I was a terrible bottom, the opposite of a size queen. Even an average sized dick was too much for me. As he started to fuck me I was finding out how wrong I was. This guy felt huge, but I was loving it. Every solid thrust into me made my dick swell and my heart pound. I was so close to cumming within seconds, and I was praying that I didn't.
I imagined who he might be, what he must look like on his knees behind me pounding my ass. I took each heavy, deliberate thrust into me imagining what his ass looked like, flexing as he drove his cock into my eager ass. And Nathan. Where was he right now? What was he doing? Was this man really just the first of the day? How many more?
I started turning my head, pinned as it was against the couch cushions. At first it was just writhing in pleasure, but as the blindfold began to slip I became overwhelmed with a need to see what was going on around me. I tucked my chin to my chest to try and get the blindfold to loosen more.
"Hey what the fuck?" Nathan shouted, and I froze. "Stop." I wasn't sure if he was addressing me or the stranger, but I guess it was both of us. The dick slid from my ass. "Just wait here a second," Nathan said.
His weight landed again on the couch next to me. He tapped the shoulder nearest to him, and I turned my head in that direction. When the blindfold came up I was staring at his thigh. He was still clothed, and I couldn't see his crotch from my vantage point. Straining my neck and my eyes toward him I saw Nathan looking down at me.
"Do you want your blindfold off?" he asked in a level voice. I didn't know quite how to respond. He slid his arm under my chest and pushed me up to a kneeling position. "Well?"
I looked into Nathan's eyes. Unsure of myself, I started to nod. As soon as my head began to make the motion, a slap landed hard across my face. Shocked, I looked back toward Nathan, but he had moved closer to me. Our noses were nearly touching. Nathan winked at me and growled, "Nobody gives a fuck what you want you fucking slut."
The stranger started to let out a deep moan, but it was cut short as though he caught himself enjoying something he shouldn't. Nathan looked over my shoulder at the man and raised his eyebrows.
The stranger cleared his throat. "May I?" he said.