To Be Unbound

I think I did bad.

While Erik was unconscious, I cut the duct tape and removed it. I drug him down to the basement and took his clothes off. I positioned him on my weight bench so that he was face down with his head by the leg developer and his ass propped up, over the edge of the raised back rest. I duct taped his hands to the frame legs and bound him at the waist as well. And of course, I duct tape that vulgar mouth of his.

I went back to the living room, slipped on my jeans and made sure everything was secure. I grabbed my phone and called my buddy Jim. After a few rings, it went to voicemail and I decided to leave a message.

"Jim… This is AJ… Dude, I need to talk to you as soon as you get-"

I was interrupted by Jim returning my call. I answered and then proceed to tell him what had taken place over the past two hours- Well, I told him most of what happened. Before long, I hear Erik grunting and groaning from the basement. I shot a text to Jim and told him to text me when he got to my place. Jim replied that he would be bringing a couple of friends along.

"The more the merrier. Lol"

Jim arrived with his buddies. I recognized one of them. His name was, Peter. This guy was hard to miss being 6'5 tall and with the blondest hair and deepest blue eyes. Peter was of Nordic decent and quite good looking. His chiseled face and dimpled smile complimented his personality, which was firm, but kind. I had seen him around town and at a few local pubs I sometimes frequent.

The other guest was a short, slender, young black kid, who couldn't have been much older than Erik. His name was Sullivan, but everyone called him, Sully. Now, Sully was a real looker. He had this very tough, punk rock exterior. His shortly cropped Mohawk showed the tattoo of a black heart on the left side of his skull. His beautifully sculpted nose was adorned with a black metallic ring which dangled above his brown, full lips. Behind all the garb, he was truly a beautiful young man. His toffee colored skin and amber-brown eyes were mesmerizing.

I welcomed the guys in and introductions were made and then, Erik starts with his grunting again.

"Is that him?" Peter asks.

"Yes," I reply, "But he is safely secured with a lot of duct tape."

Sully asks, "You sure this is one of the guys?"

"Oh yeah," I blurt out, "He proudly admitted it."

Sully laughs, "Then what the fuck we standing 'round here for'?"

Then we all went to the basement and that is when I introduced everyone to Erik Dunn… Burglar… Gay-Basher… Accomplice to rape and all-around asshole.

"Look at this bitch," Sully croons.

"He does look like a little bitch," Jim adds.

I look over to Sully as he starts to take off his vest and shirt with haste. He bends down to untie his black, dusty combat boots. I look at Jim and he shrugs his shoulders. After Sully get his combat boots off he unfastens his tattered jeans and lets them drop to the floor revealing his unbelievably large, brown cock. I notice he has a ring that matches the one in his nose, coming out of his piss-slit and disappearing into the small hole in his frenulum.

"Oh shit," Peter says casually, "That's going to hurt." He pauses while he unfastens his pants. He continues, "But this is going to hurt also."

Peter pulls down the front of his underwear and out flops his big, veiny, uncut white semi. Sully is hung, but Peter is monstrous. I'd say he is at about 7 inches at half-mast and thick… I mean real thick. He kicks off his shoes and slides his pants to the floor. He steps out of them and walks towards the weight bench. He stands there with his big cock in front of Erik's tiny face. Erik raises his head and eyes to see Peter's hanging piece of meat. He cocks his head as he studies the penis and I realize that he has never seen an uncut cock.

"Erik," I explain, "That is what you call a big, uncut cock." Erik turns his head to face me. "You've never seen an uncut cock before?"

With that, I walk over to Erik and rip the duct tape from his mouth. He looks back to Peter's half erect cock and says, "It looks weird as fuck."

Peter starts stroking his thick prick. I notice Jim begin to undress out of the corner of my eye. I direct my attention his way as he pulls off his shirt exposing his little beer belly and easy form. Jim had a typical 30-something build. A little soft around the edges, but still sexy. I see his chubby semi as he slips his underwear and pants to the floor. I notice his big, full balls swing as he steps out of his clothes. I reach down and pull my jeans off and grab my cock. Unlike my brothers, I am fully erect. You got to remember, I have been walking around with a boner for the past several hours. I want to cum so bad. As I scan the three men and the bound burglar, I feel my heart begin to race and my ball bag tighten. My lust is broken when Erik opens his mouth to speak.

"So are you faggots trying to intimidate me?"

Before anyone can answer, Sully steps forward and back-hands Erik across the face.

"Intimidate?," he said, "We' not here to intimidate you- You fucking piece of garbage! We are going to fuck you stupid.

"That's the bad part," Jim adds, "The good news is that you are going to enjoy it."

I watch Jim as he walks alongside the bench while running his fingers down Erik's spine. He gets to the back of the bench and bends down- Just a little- As to be at eye level with Erik's little, pink asshole. He leans in and inhales.

"Did you wash his asshole?" Jim questions me.

"Well," I reply, "He is dirty, white trash. I thought it would be best to clean him up a bit."

Jim flashes a smile at me and then leans forward and lightly grazes Erik's hole with his tongue.

"Mother fucker!" Erik exclaims, "Get the fuck away from that! Right now!"

Jim continues tempting Erik's asshole as Sully moves next to Peter. He reaches down and takes a hold of Peter's cock and starts to stroke it. I watch as Peter's huge dick begins to grow to full mast. That thing had to be at least 10 inches long and thick as a soda can! Sully is now fully erect too. I cannot help but marvel at the root of his manhood. It is so thick. At least as thick as Peter's, but tapers toward the perfectly shaped pinkish head with it's ring protruding out of it.

"I can not believe that faggot is tonguing my asshole!" Erik barks, "And I got the nazi and the nigger playing with each other's dicks in my face!"

Suddenly, Sully grabs Erik's head and forces it back. He leans in and threatens him.

"If you say one more ignorant word, mother fucker, I am going to tape that mouth shut and Peter is going to shove his big, fat, fuck-stick in your inbred, little asshole," He pauses, "You hear me, bitch?!"

Erik says nothing. He simply drops his head down and looks at the floor. As I study the scene before me, I cannot help but think how uncomfortable he must be all bound up with duct tape on the weight bench.

Peter taps Sully's arm and motions him to follow. They move behind the weight bench and join Jim as they all stare at Erik's tiny, pink hole. Jim stands up and looks at me. I walk over and stand by them.

"If we want him to enjoy this, "Peter says, "We are going to have to really get him loosened up."

Jim adds, "Yeah, there is no way he is going to like it if we go busting in his backdoor without some sort of aid."

"Fuck that," Sully says, "He wasn't concerned about that kid a few weeks ago. I say we punch fuck him with our cocks and teach him a lesson."

"AJ," Peter smiles, "Do we have any P-O-P-P-E-R-S?"