I didn’t know I was bi.

[ka****]

It was a rainy Friday night and I called a shady advertisement for a massage in a popular town. Not one to veer from a reputable business, everything was booked and I was looking forward to some release. Being early, I went to a bar and had a bit to much to shave the edges from my day and calm a bit before the massage. Feeling a little tipsy but able to make my way, I knocked on the door what seemed to be an apartment and was guided to take a shower and go to the prepped room. I opened the door with a towel around me and underwear on to a small room with a twin bed low to the floor, candles lit and soft music heard between the winds pelting rain against the window. I laid face down and placed the towel over my butt for decency. The room was warm, the bed soft like feather filled and after a few minutes, I felt warm, firm hands on my back. Kneading the knots from my shoulders. 
He asked if I was okay, before I could entertain a thought, the alcohol s***d answered a deep yes. Oil poured down my back. Massaging in tempo, he kept sliding his hands under my shorts squeezing my cheeks; ask are you ok? Definitely as I melted deeper into the bed. Then he moved to my legs and the same, dumped a lot of oil and massaged it in while being aggressive towards my groin area. 
Then there was a moment where he moved near my head moving around what sounded like buckles. Face down, warm and tipsy, I just let the night play out to the evening rain. Then, in an instant, he strapped wrist leathers on that we’re already attached to the bed. My arms were above me, tight, my breathing increased to danger mode and he flipped me over on my back and pulled my shorts and towel off. 
I was hard with excitement, leary and *** of the unknown; he straddled my face resting his nakedness on my face and poured oil all over me. He spent no time waiting to devour my hardness and finger the oil in areas never touched by man except a family Dr.. He after 5 or so minutes, got up (I wanted more) and went to a box, I couldn’t move from the strapping and he d***d the towel over my face. Then, I felt something slide up each leg; thigh highs? WTF??? Then a shoulder less mini dress; someone was knocking on the main door. There I was, ***, dressed as a whore and oiled up and trying to escape by squirming free. It was then, I heard a camera taking pictures and his hands find there way on me to roll back over.  With my wrists shackled, I didn’t have a choice and felt him lay on top of me, telling me to be a good boi as I felt his shaft slide between my butt. “You okay”, the alcohol by this time had my mind mushy and the erotica intensified and I pushed my butt against him. He told me I was a very good boi and slid the head just inside. I could feel tears in my eyes and before I could voice concern a second shaft found its way into my mouth. He pinned my head down and kept working my mouth, I tried backing away but that pushed my butt up and he went in deeper. Before I knew it, I had no control of the bliss and began to enjoy it and returned movement enhancing the experience. Both were holding me down pushing me to my extreme limits and they ended up relieving themselves on me. 
He unbuckled me and told me to go shower. I felt empty, tipsy, and strangely satisfied. 
For about a week, I felt; what have I done. A few more days and there was a message that read, Saturday night, 8pm; bring thigh highs! My mind tossed with a roller coaster of thoughts to a point of complete arousal. That night, I took that shower, slid on the thigh highs and mini dress he left on the sink. 

[ji****]

Hell yeah dam good story
Got my dick hard

[Deleted Member]

Such a good boi!!!

[ka****]

Thank you you two!