Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2020 13:41:02 +0000 (UTC) From: MC Subject: Two to Threesome Chapter Four Two to Threesome Chapter Four By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. This is partially fiction, inspired by an afternoon spent in a love hotel in Taipei, Taiwan. A perverted imagination has taken it in a slightly different direction. If it's illegal wherever you live, or for your calendar age, stop now. This story is mine: you're welcome to use it to pass the time but not to copy and repost as your own demented work. My apologies for taking so long writing this. I've had some houseguests and played tour guide (and managed to outline a new bondage story I'll start soon.) Let me know what you think and if the story has had the desired result, which of course is to stimulate your imagination. Nifty exists based on donations and provides all of us countless hours of entertainment. Please donate generously because it's the right thing to do. Previously: "Not yet," he said and then I felt his hot mouth go down on my throbbing cock. "Fuck," I said with a loud groan as he started sucking me and a strong hand came down on my mouth. My mind was reeling at the dichotomy of being bound and forced to have the hottest sex of my life. I didn't last long, unloading four good shots into David's mouth. After my cock quit twitching he slid up, took his hand off my mouth and made me taste myself as he tongue fucked my mouth. He tucked himself behind me, the little spoon ruling the big spoon and we fell back asleep, his arm over me, cock resting on my crack. "I waited a long time for this teacher," he said then kissed my neck. I fell into a peaceful sleep as his slow breath warmed my skin. And we continue: The A/C cooling my sweaty backside woke me and I rolled onto my back, bumping into David. He looked up from his phone, smiled, and put it on the nightstand. His hand returned with a bottle of water and something small pinched between his fingers. "Take this," he said, holding a blue pill above my face. I pulled against the ropes securing my bound hands above my head to the bed and went tight- lipped to refuse. The bite on my nipple was merciless and I opened my mouth to yelp. That's when he dropped the pill in and poured water into my mouth, giving me no choice but to swallow. "Good teacher boy," he acknowledged. "Why?" I choked out, considering I'd been in a near constant state of erection since I met Bobby and didn't need assistance. His hand went over my mouth as he lightly bit my nipple then said, "You don't get to ask why." My cock twitched as I heard his words and I couldn't put it off to the Viagra kicking in that soon. "Go shower and clean up," he ordered as he untied me. When I got out of bed he gave me a slap on my ass and I looked back to see his proud smile. I took my time, enjoying feeling in control of my body after being boy- handled all afternoon. As I soaped up my muscular chest my hands ran over sore nipples, eliciting another cock twitch. My hole felt sore yet warm in well-used kind of way. As I dried off the towel dragged over erect nipples and my now chubbed up dick twitched again. "Turn around," David said when I came into the bedroom. A few loops of rope tied my hands behind my back, loose enough that I could twist out of them if needed, a deliberate reminder of my predicament and David's control. I was both apprehensive and excited when he gagged me. He walked me over to the table. "Bend over." I felt cool lube on my ass then the blunt head of a cock pressing against my hole. David hadn't been hard when I walked into the room. The pressure on my hole increased until whatever it was pushed past my sphincter and came to rest deep inside. When it started vibrating my ass twitched from my prostrate being stroked and I moaned through the gag. David laid his phone on the table top and I saw an unfamiliar app on the screen with numbers and settings. "You like my toy?" he smirked. "I can control it with my phone. I got it to use on my teacher-boy." I knew about bluetooth controlled butt-plug vibrators - here in Taiwan they were expensive, but most students in my school came from well-off families. Just as he'd schemed to get me here, he'd bought it to use on me. David pulled me upright, turned me around and sat in the chair in front of me, eye-level with my cock and balls. A touch on his phone screen put the vibrator into attack mode, a heavy pulse that made me jerk. "Hold still," he said then reached into his nearby backpack and brought out a long length of thin-cord soft nylon rope. He was gentle as he manipulated my junk, first winding the rope twice around the base like a cock-ring, then twisting the two strands together, bringing them up to separate my sack, and again around the base, my balls bulging out. Then he wove the rope up my now diamond-hard rod, coiled it around just under the head and tied a knot. He finished off by looping the rope twice around my waist and tying it in front. Every time he brushed my extra-sensitive bulging cockhead I shuddered. I'd never felt this hard in my life as I looked down at my pre-cum drooling dick. "Sit." It only took a few minutes for him to re-tie my hands behind the back of the chair and my ankles to the legs. I braced myself when I saw him tap his phone screen. David left for the bathroom as I endured another level of stimulation that had my hips gyrating, fucking the air wanting to cum, a stream of pre-cum dripping down my rope-encased cock. I looked up as he came into the bedroom, towel in hand, a magnificent example of a well-developed teen, drops of water falling from his defined pecs and bouncing off the ridges of his abs as he rubbed his hair dry. The sight of him combined with the vibrator and my over-boosted dick made me wish he'd throw me on the bed and fuck the life out of me. "Get dressed," he ordered after untying me, removing the gag and turning off the vibrator. "We're going to eat." My underwear got a damp spot on them as I tried to pull them up high enough to cover my bound, rigid dick. The closest I could get was having the head poke out above the elastic. My pants bulged at the waistband and my untucked t-shirt covered any outward evidence of my cock- bondage, but did show off my erect nipples. As we walked past the hotel's front desk the old man lifted his head and gave us a stoic look. He'd seen it all. The night market was nearby and a short walk later we were strolling past stalls filled with all varieties of Taiwanese food, the smell of fried chicken making me ravenous. My hard bound cock throbbed as it rubbed on the elastic waistband and I looked down to see a wet spot on my t-shirt where the head was spewing pre-cum. As we ate and walked together I saw some appreciative glances from gay boys who mistook us for a daddy-boy couple. They had no idea of the real truth. When David saw my eyes linger on one young guy he pulled out his phone and touched the screen, making me double over for a moment as the intense vibration started wrecking my ass. "Look all you want Teacher Sam, but remember you're mine." His phone buzzed and I braced myself for another setting of the vibrator. Instead he started typing. "Come with me." We walked to a small shopping mall and rode the escalators to the dimly lit fourth floor, where many of the shops were vacant. David grasped my left arm above the elbow and marched me forward then turned us into a small hallway, ending up at the men's room door. "Go." I pushed the door open. One bulb illuminated the piss-stale room, the stall door ajar. "Nee how," David said, hello in Mandarin, as he closed and latched the bathroom door. The rusted metal stall door creaked open and a tall teen walked into the dim light. His sharp features made him appear to be scowling as he approached me. When David tied my hands behind my back I felt exposed and vulnerable. My rigid cock twitched when he turned on the vibrator as another reminder I was helpless. David walked me into the stall so that he was standing behind me, straddling the toilet while I was standing in front of the toilet. He put his left arm behind my elbows to secure me and I saw the glow from David's phone screen as he turned the vibrator on, making my over-inflated cock jerk. His hand clamped over my mouth as I moaned from the stimulation. The boy walked up to me. He looked older than David, maybe seventeen years old and stood about five-foot-ten inches. His brown eyes bore through the darkness to stare at me like some prey. The teen lifted my t-shirt up, rolling it up past my sensitive nipples and forcing it into my mouth. David's hand held it in place. Nimble fingers traced their way down my chest, stopping to flick my well- used nipples. David's hand clamped over my t-shirt filled mouth to stifle my moans. David's palm barely contained my yell as white-hot pain radiated from the boy pinching each nipple, twisting them back and forth for maximum effect. "Shh," David warned me. "Yeah," the boy said with a lusty moan as he continued to torture me. He put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to sit on the toilet, removing the t-shirt from my mouth as he did. He unbuttoned then unzipped and wiggled as he pulled out a dripping stiff seven inches of teen- cock nestled in a wiry forest of black hair. "Suck him," David said as the impatient boy pushed his slick hard cock against my lips. I opened up and the big veiny teen-rod pushed into my mouth, giving me a taste of bitter pre-cum as his hairy sack rubbed on my chin. With a firm grip he held each side of my head as he started to stroke in and out. It wasn't a gentle face-fucking as he soon began to pound into me, smashing my lips with his pubic bone as he moved his hips, choking me with his oversized equipment. My throat started to hurt and I tried not to gag as he raped my mouth. After a few minutes deep-voiced grunts announced he was cumming. Six thick bitter shots of teen-boy jizz flooded my mouth, dripping out onto my chin. He pulled out, scooped some cum from my chin and pushed it into my mouth, letting me know he was only here to use me. "Shay-shay," he said, thank you in Chinese, to David – not me. The first words he'd uttered during the encounter. David said something to him in Chinese and the boy rummaged around in his pockets until he came up with a $100 NTD (New Taiwan Dollar) bill, which he handed over. I'd been pimped for $3 USD. Then he was gone. "Good teacher boy. We're not done yet." "You sold me for a hundred n-t?" I said. David laughed. "Don't you understand? You're mine and I decided to share you. I made the boy pay so he knew how valuable you are. That's a lot of money for him," he said, as though it was all quite reasonable. Before I could think of a comeback the bathroom door opened and a light pierced the darkness. My fear that it was a security guard was replaced by surprise as a five-foot tall pixie of a boy came into view, his phone's flashlight leading the way. He was a shorter, younger version of David and walked into the light wearing tight black nylon sport shorts with a white t-shirt that showed off the start of a promising build and contrasted with his brown skin. He was exceptionally beautiful in an almost androgynous way, and upon seeing me licked his red lips. I felt like a meal about to be served. "Hello David." This one talked. "Hello Peter," David said as he turned off the vibrator. Peter wasn't one for waiting and knew why he was here. Turning to me still sitting on the toilet he pulled his shorts down, hooked them under a small set of hairless balls and fished out a thin four-inch hard nail with a faint halo of dark hairs at the base. He pushed forward to present his pride and joy with an expectant look on his face. When I didn't open up right away he wasn't bashful in pushing the boy- knob into my lips. "Suck him," David said. I opened up and Peter was in, not wasting any time getting up to pounding speed. In only a few minutes his movements became erratic; his balls drew up getting ready to fire off and he was there, announcing his cum with some high-pitched grunts as his cock started throbbing. I counted five sweet-tasting watery shots before he stopped, holding my head still as he passed the most sensitive part of his orgasm. Then it hit me. So young he hardly had pubes, watery cum...and that face... he was the brother of one of the girls in my class. Maybe fourteen years old. "Thank you Teacher Sam," he said with a satisfied grin as he pulled his still-hard cock out of my mouth. That confirmed it. He knew me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! I thought to myself. I'm done. This is it. Peter had to be a mind reader. "Don't worry. It'll be our secret if you do it again sometime. I'll be in your class next year," he said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw David's phone, but this time it wasn't the vibrator app – it was the camera. He'd video'd me sucking off the underage teen. "Oh yeah," Peter said, reaching into his pocket. "If you jerk him off you don't have to pay," David said. Peter smiled like a kid being told they can have candy for dinner. David pulled me to my feet, moved my t-shirt up and stuck it into my mouth. Peter made quick work of unfastening my pants, exposing my bound, dripping cock, which jerked as David turned on the vibrator to a deep pounding setting. "Wow," Peter said, "I've never seen one tied up." "Like it?" David said. "Yeah. Makes me want to fuck him." "Next time." Small gentle hands grasped my over-inflated, rope encased dick, fingers moving like a flute player up and down its length as the vibrator came on with a staccato beat. I moaned into the t-shirt filling my mouth. Peter's small thumb rubbed over my pre-cum spewing cockhead like it was a video game controller and my hips started a fucking motion all on their own. Watching the cute boy's small hands stroke my big bound cock up and down and play with my sensitive bound balls rushed me to the edge. "Unghh, unghh, unghh," I said as David's hand clamped over my t-shirt gagged mouth to quiet me down while I blew out five solid jets of thick cum all over Peter's little hands. When I opened my eyes Peter wore a satisfied smile as he held out a cum- dripping hand in front of himself. I watched in amazement as Peter licked off his cum soaked hands then bent forward and tongue-tickled my still-rigid cock as he cleaned up whatever else was left over. My dick jerked as I saw the innocent looking boy's tongue dart out and lick his cum-smeared red lips clean. "You taste good Teacher Sam," he said, then reached up, pulled the t-shirt out of my mouth and kissed me.