By keepmetiedup

The Motel Owner and his Assistant admired their catch. A nerdy twink, probably mid-twenties, confirmed gay, stretched out naked on the motel bed.

 

Yesterday, the twink had checked into the motel. The Assistant, manning the check-in desk, had a hunch the visitor was gay, a hunch the Owner confirmed when he found the guest on Grindr shortly after he went to his room.

That evening, the Assistant — a rather conventionally attractive and charming 29-year-old man — had swung by the guest’s room to “see if he needed anything.” The Assistant flirted with the guest and invited him across the street for a drink. While they were at the bar, the owner rigged up the guest’s bed with ropes and open cuffs.

The Assistant brought the guest right up to the door of his motel room, and there, outside in the parking lot, began making out with his unsuspecting prey.

The guest, having been enraptured with the Assistant since he saw him, couldn’t believe his luck. Here, under the strobe of the dim, flickering streetlight, this hot man caressed and kissed him. In this small town in the middle of nowhere, he’d somehow scored. The guest had never felt good about his body, never thought of himself as attractive or charismatic. But here, making out in the parking lot, he couldn’t help but feel confident and sexy.

The guest reached his hand under the Assistant’s shirt, running his fingers through the hunk’s chest hair. The guest let the Assistant push him up against the wall of the motel. The Assistant pulled the guest’s shirt off over his head and tossed it behind him. The discarded fabric landed on the hood of the guest’s beat-up car.

The guest unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the ground. Was he really doing this? He’d had a few flings before, but nothing like this. His few college Grindr hookups had been a series of mostly absentminded handjobs, disappointingly unreciprocated oral, and one good friend with benefits situation that, while physically fun, had all the passion of a scheduled board meeting.

He’d never had this much sensuality. He’d never cared so little about who might be watching. If anything, the thought that some rando in their car might be seeing him and this hunk making out only turned him on more.

The assistant pulled back from the kiss, keeping his face an inch away from the guest. He could feel his prey’s heavy, longing breaths on his lips.

“Let’s go inside.”

The wide-eyed, nerdy guest nodded. The Assistant unlocked the door with the key he’d swiped from the guest’s pocket before he’d taken off his pants.

The guest eagerly rushed inside. His eyes went wide as the flickering streetlight illuminated the trap prepared for him.

He tried to back away, but the Assistant grabbed him in his strong arms. The guest tried to scream for help, but the Motel Owner stepped out of the shadows and forced a balled-up sock into the surprised guest’s mouth. Before he could spit it out, the Owner muzzled the guest with a head harness. The Assistant and the Owner dragged the struggling scrawny guest to the bed and forced his wrists and ankles into the cuffs, which they locked closed for extra security.

Each cuff was tied to a corner of the bed. The Owner tugged the ropes, stretching his captive out so he couldn’t protect his increasingly helpless body. He tied the ropes off out of reach.

They let him struggle for a while. His useless attempts to escape confirmed that he would remain properly bound until they were done with him.

The Assistant sat next to him on the bed. He cut off the guest’s briefs with scissors. He played with the guest’s hair and gently caressed his exposed body. The bound man shuttered and softly whined.

“Shhh,” the Assistant said, “don’t worry. We’re not going to hurt you.”

As the Assistant toyed with the guest, the Owner sat down on the other side of the bed. The Owner wrapped his hand around the guest’s rock-hard cock and began to slowly jerk the guest off.

 

The guest was flooded with a cascade of overwhelming emotions. He was terrified, bound and helpless at the hands of strangers. No one knew where he was. He had no idea how long they would keep him, or what they would do to him. And yet he was so turned on. The events of the night had all the makings of some kinky fantasy he’d never be brave enough to try — and here he was experiencing it as part of an unexpected bondage scene. The drink with the hunky Assistant, making out in the parking lot, and now the gentle stroking and caressing were all building to one unbelievable orgasm.

But that orgasm was far away

As the guest began to thrust his hips, the Owner let go of his dick. The guest whimpered into his gag, then tried to hump the air, desperate for that last little bit of sensation that would push him over the edge. Nothing. No luck. He’d have no choice but to wait.

The Assistant and Owner looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. They leaned over the body separating them and kissed. The two men who’d captured the guest, now made out over him. They grabbed one another, squeezing and holding tight. They undressed each other, throwing their clothes to the side. Their passion built to a climax, and the two hopped off the bed.

The Assistant pushed the Owner up against the now closed and locked door. He grabbed his hair and pulled. The Owner yelled — half in pain, half in ecstasy. The Assistant slapped the Owner’s ass, grabbed lube the owner had prepared, and prepared to fuck the motel Owner.

The guest watched, horny and helpless, as his captors fucked in front of him. More than freedom, he wanted to join. To fuck or be fucked like them. To finally get off.

When the Assistant and the Owner finally finished, they turned to face their prey. They decided who would take watch of him first. The Assistant got dressed, kissed the Owner goodbye, and left the Owner to keep an eye on the guest.

For the rest of the night, and the rest of the next day, the guest remained tied to the bed, under the watchful eyes of one of his captors. Every few hours, whoever was watching him would sit beside him and jack him off. Only enough to bring him to the edge, never enough to cum.

To ensure no permanent damage or extreme cramping, occasionally his captors would temporarily adjust his position, let him sit up, or even briefly stand. But between the two of them being much stronger than him, and the fact that his never-unlocked wrist and ankle cuffs could be easily relocked to the rope frame, he never could use these brief respites to get free.

Then finally, after sunset, a full 24 hours after taking the guest prisoner, the Assistant and Owner were ready to finish the job.

 

The Assistant sat between the guest’s legs while the Motel Owner teased their captive’s cock. The Assistant stroked his own hard dick, showing it off to the overwhelming horny guest.

After all of the anticipation, all the long hours waiting expectantly for something, all the fear of not knowing what these men would do to him, the guest was in a state of primal adrenaline he’d never felt before.

“Can I?” The Assistant leaned over, placing the tip of his hard cock right at the guest’s asshole.

The guest, still gagged, excitedly nodded his head yes.

The Assistant slid his cock into the guest’s ass, while the Motel Owner teased the bound man’s dick. The guest moaned into his gag. He was immediately close. But, with the same expert restraint he’d shown since he’d taken the guest prisoner, the Owner kept his captive riding the edge.

The Guest was on cloud nine. He didn’t care that he was tied up by strangers — if anything it only added to the overwhelming ecstasy he was being forced to experience. The way the Assistant fucked him: aggressive, selfish, controlling — it was everything he’d been missing. It had taken being tricked and tied down for him to experience the kind of sex he’d always wanted; only when control was taken away from him could he finally indulge those base desires he’d held for so long.

As the Assistant fucked his captive, the Owner straddled the guest in a 69 position. He shoved his own dick into the guest’s mouth and then opened his mouth and took the guest’s cock.

They sucked each other’s dicks as the Assistant plateaued. He adjusted his angle just the slightest to hit the guest’s prostate.

Within seconds, the guest came, shooting down the Owner’s throat. The Owner came right after. The guest swallowed what he could, then let the rest of the man’s cum run down his cheek. He caught his breath, and felt the Assistant bust deep inside his ass.

As he laid there, tied up, exhausted, filled with cum, all the guest could think about was how he needed to do something like this again.

***

The guest spent the rest of the night in the motel room, though no longer tied down. He cuddled with the Owner and his Assistant. He got some of the best sleep of his life.

It was noon the next day before the three finally decided to get out of bed.

The Assistant gave the guest his number, and said he should swing by from time to time. The Owner promised the guest could stay in the motel for free if he agreed to be tied up for his stay.

Despite living two states away, the guest assured them he would absolutely take them up on their offer.

He thanked them both for a great night and drove home.

A few days later, he got a text message with an attached file. Pictures of him tied to the bed. He had everything he needed to dive in.

After a quick pause to reminisce and jack off, the guest got to work. He created a Recon and Switched profile and uploaded the pictures from the motel. With any luck other men would see and decide they wanted to take him prisoner too. He spent the whole afternoon obsessively checking the apps.

Finally, a message, someone interested! The guest took a deep breath and responded — entering the world of kink the Owner and Assistant had graciously awoken inside him.

Metal would like to thank the author, keepmetiedup, for this story!