It was late at night. The TV broadcast had ended, leaving the room dominated only by the sound of our rough breathing. I was still lying on the floor behind him, bound.
Suddenly, the man turned around. He looked over my body and muttered under his breath.
“…Hell of a body you got there.”
His thick finger traced the line of my pectorals, emphasized by the tight ropes. I felt my body, which should have been stiff with fear, unexpectedly beginning to heat up. His hand crawled down like he was appraising merchandise—down the groove of my abs, then to my thighs.
“Nngh, uh…!”
I tried to voice my rejection, but with the towel stuffed deep in my mouth, only pathetic whimpers leaked out. After petting me for a while, he shifted his weight onto me. His 265-pound frame completely dominated my 230-pound body. My armor of muscle, forged for football, seemed to serve no purpose against this overwhelming violence other than to heighten my sensitivity as a piece of meat.
He forcibly ripped my shirt open. He rubbed his stubbled, rough chin against my chest, now bulging from the bite of the ropes. Every time his bristles grazed my nipples, a sharp jolt of electricity ran down my spine, making me jerk involuntarily.
“You feel that, huh? Mr. Football Player.”
He smirked and began to relentlessly toy with the hardened nubs. Pain and pleasure mixed together, and my thoughts began to bleach white.
“Come on, let me hear your voice.”
His caresses grew more intense. My arms, tied behind my back, were cranked up to their limit, my shoulder joints screaming. His massive hand grabbed my crotch roughly over my pants. I bucked my hips trying to resist, but the ropes wound tightly around my thighs wouldn’t allow it. If anything, the movement only seemed to fuel him.
“Feisty. You like the rope that much?”
He yanked my pants and underwear down in one go. My exposed lower half met the cool night air. I felt his feverish gaze locked onto my member, and my face burned with shame.
He stroked the inside of my thighs—my sensitive adductors—and slowly creeped his fingers toward the core. The body temperature of a man in the extreme state of being a fugitive was abnormally high. Every time that heat touched my skin directly, I felt a strange ache throbbing in the core of my body.
“Nngh, NNNGGGHHH!!!”
A muffled scream echoed through the room. His hardness pierced me, gouging my body from the inside.
“Tight… Guess you train more than just your glutes.”
Every time he slammed his hips into me, my massive body shook violently, the ropes digging deeper into my skin.
The pain, the pressure, and his overwhelming mass. It all blended together, and before I knew it, it had transmuted into a pleasure that felt like it was searing my brain.
Face messy with tears and drool, I found myself trying to lift my hips to match his rhythm. In the midst of this humiliating act, I was undeniably beginning to feel joy in being dominated by this giant man.
He let out a beast-like groan and delivered a final, upward thrust. Feeling the hot torrent released inside me, I, too, spilled my own white release as if a dam had broken.
