No Hands: Part One

Nicky Noxville

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Awareness came crawling back to me as I struggled against the sleep that had been crushing me like a weighted blanket. I groaned, and rocked my head from side to side, struggling to peel my eyelids open.

“Well, well, well, someone’s finally awake,” a deep voice rumbled. “Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty. It’s time to have a ball.” I felt a bottle pressed against my lips, and my mouth was so dry that I drank without thinking.

“What the fuck,” I slurred, blinking rapidly, trying to bring him into focus. I smacked my lips, noticing a strange chemical taste to the water. I reached to rub my eyes and… And my hands wouldn’t move. I thrashed, and I could feel restraints holding my legs and arms down. “Let me go dude!”

“Nah, we need to have a conversation first.” He said in a smug tone.

“Fuck you. Let me go, bro!” My head was swimming.

“Not gonna happen. See, you messed up and drugged my sister, and now it’s time for you to learn a lesson.” He stepped up, and he looked like some roided out muscle builder. That was when I realized that my clothes were gone, all but my boxers.

“What the fuck!” I repeated. “What did you do?”

“You put something in my sister’s drink, so I put something in yours, bitch,” he sneered down at me. “Turnabout is fair play.”

“Fuck you, the bitch wanted it. I can fuck any bitch I want,” I spat at him, making a point of grinning. She wanted it.” I had to get this guy to untie me. I had to make him scared of what I’d do to him. “Just like you want me to kick your ass, bitch. Fuckin’ untie me so I can give you the beating you’re begging for.” He rolled his eyes, looking unimpressed. When his eyes stopped moving, they were aimed at my crotch, and his sneer spread wider.

“Dude, are you getting hard over this?” He asked, dramatically shocked.

“No, fuck you,” I spat back at him. What was in that drink?

“You are getting fucking hard!” He guffawed, reaching out to flick a finger across my erection.

“Uhhhhh,” I panted, unable to stop myself, the sensation causing my erection to jerk around in my shorts.

“You’re fucking enjoying this shit, what a bitch,” he drilled his point home.

“No I’m not! I’m just thinking about your sister!” I couldn’t let him know that he was getting to me.

“Yeah? Can’t wait for her to find out you’re going gay for her big brother?” He taunted, reaching down to grope his basket. My eyes followed the movement.

My head swam.

My cock bounced.

“Look at that little dick bouncing around!” He said with glee, pointing and laughing. “You’re a faggot! Look at this!” He reached out and tapped my erection a few more times, sending little bursts of pleasure through me.

“Fuck you! You’re the faggot!” I threw back at him, trying to get myself under control. I just kept getting harder, and hornier. “Stop touching my dick!”

What was in that drink?

“I’m going to make you get so hard that you’re going to cum. Then you’re going to be my bitch,” he said in a tone that carried a dark promise. “You’re not gonna be fuckin’ any bitches anymore. Now you’re the bitch who’s gonna get fucked.”

“Fuck you!” I repeated weakly.

“Yeah?” He taunted me, grinning.

“Fuck. You.” He put his hands on the inside of my knees and started running them up my thighs.

“I dunno, buddy,” he chuckled, tugging at my boxers. “Looks like you’re the one who wants to get fucked.” I felt the cloth sliding over my erection, and then it popped through the fly.

“Ohhhhhh, nooooo,” I groaned weakly, exposed.

“Ohhhh, yeeeah!” He threw back. “Look at that cute little dick! I’ve got you wet already, bitch.” He taunted. My eyes darted to my cock and… It was hard, bouncing, and glistening with the precum that was gushing from the tip.

“Noooo,” I objected weakly. Why was I so hard? Why was I so horny. “Let me go,” I squeaked. I cleared my throat. “Let me go!” I ordered with a little more strength.

“Let you go? But your dick clearly wants to stay, faggot.” He moved his hand so that his fingers were curling around my shaft, not quite coming into contact.

I could feel the heat from his hand.

I moaned, and my cock jerked and bounced around, bumping against his fingers with little shocks of pleasure.

“Let me gooooo!” I whined pathetically.

“I can’t send you off like this, buddy,” he said in a supportive tone that positively oozed insincerity. “You need to cum before you go.”

“Fuck you! I’m not cumming for you, bitch!” I objected, renewing my struggles. I couldn’t let this happen!

“Haha, yeah right, you’re going to be desperate for me to make you cum, soon.” He said with absolute confidence, and then squeezed his fingers closed around my shaft. His hand was so big that it made my cock feel small. My face burned, and my dick jerked in his grip.

“Uhhhhnnnnnnnn,” I moaned, my eyes rolling up into my head, my hips thrashing. He jerked his fist up the length of my erection, and then right back down.

“All day, bitch. I can take this shit all day,” I told him, trying to ignore the waves of pleasure his fist was sending through me. I was squirming in my bonds, trying to shift my erection from his grasp, but it was no use. He kept stroking, slow, forceful, unrelenting. “Uhhh,” I squeaked involuntarily.

“Your so wet, faggot,” he commented as his fist squished up and down my dick, slow, steady, unrelenting. Fuck, his hand feels so good! No, can’t let him win!

“Fuck you!” I yelled, my voice squeaking at the end, like it had when I’d been going through puberty. He laughed, and stroked.





My eyes followed the movements, and a few minutes passed with the silence only broken by the slick sounds of his fist jerking me off. I knew that I needed to be fighting it, but there was nothign that I could do. Fuck, he was going to do it! He was going to make me cum!

“Fuck y-y-you! F-f-f-fuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I babbled, trying to fight as my brain felt like it was melting from the pleasure. Fuck, I was going to do it. I was going to cum for him. Like a bitch. Like a faggot.

“Here it comes, faggot! Here it comes!” He chuckled.

“Ahhh!” I squeaked. “Ohhhhhwwwwaaahhhhh! Hah hahhh—ohhhhhh,” I trailed off into a disappointed groan as he jerked his hand away.

“I don’t think so,” he laughed and jerked my boxers back over my dick.

“Ohhhhh,” I panted. “Uhhhhhnnn, oh, all…. All day, bitch…” I resumed, regaining control. “You got nothin.” He just laughed and walked out of the room, turning off the lights on the way out and leaving me laying there, tied up in the dark. My head fell back and my body went limp in relief. Why was I so horny? What could he have put in the water to make me act… Like a faggot.

He’d almost made me cum, and I hadn’t been able to stop him. It had felt so good. My face burned in the dark as I realized how much I’d wanted him to make me cum; As I realized how much I still wanted to cum. My cock was throbbing in my boxers.

I don’t know how long I lay there in the dark before the lights came back on. I lifted my head to look up at him.

“What you–” My voice hitched as my vision focused on his body. He was wearing nothing but a short pair of lifting shorts, his massive muscles glistening with what looked like oil. I could see the thick tube of his cock running across his thigh beneath the shorts. It was huge, but clearly not hard. I licked my lips before I could stop myself. “–got…”

“And you’re hard again already. Still expect me to believe that you’re not a faggot?” He mocked me, crawling over me to straddle my legs. I stared up at his glistening torso. He raised an arm slowly, my eyes following…

And flexed.

I gasped, and I felt my cock jerk around in my boxers again, beyond my control.

“Look at that,” he said, satisfied. “You’re making my job easy, faggot.” He relaxed his arm, and brought his other arm up. He flexed, I gasped, and my cock betrayed me again.

“Look at that!” He repeated in glee.

“Fuck you bitch, fuck you,” I struggled to look away, but I couldn’t. I licked my lips again. My mouth was so dry.

“Oh, you look thirsty, baby. Here you go.” He brought a bottle of water to my lips again. I tried to turn my head away, but he grabbed my face and held me in place, slipping the mouth of the bottle between my lips and squeezing. Water flooded into my mouth, and I had no choice but to swallow.







The plastic crinkled, and he pulled the bottle away with a soft little pop, letting go of my face. I lay there meekly, panting. I was flying. He tossed the bottle to the side, lifted both arms slowly, and flexed.

“Ohhhhh,” I gasped softly, my mouth falling open as I blinked and stared.

“Yeah, you like that, faggot.” He slipped his fingers into the fly of my boxers and pulled them apart. It was as if they offered no resistance at all, they just tore right off me, leaving my cock leaking and bouncing.

“Uhhhh, whuuuh, whut you g-got,” I groaned, my head rolling back and forth.

“I got this, faggot,” he said, drawing my focus back to him. He ran his hands up his glistening torso, tracing the ridges of his thundering muscles. “I got these.” He flexed his muscles. “And you want to cum, don’t you?” He asked, shiting his body to flex from another angle.

“Wann… Cummmm…. Uhhhhhhh, whuu–Unh!” I moaned as he flexed his arms and chest in a sharp motion, making the muscles pop. At the same time, I felt his legs tighten and squeeze mine together. “N-no! Not gunn–UNH!” He flexed his body again, and my eyes crossed.

“I don’t even need to touch your little dick to make you cum, faggot.” He commented, and then flexed again.

“Gnnnnuuuhhhhhh! I gurgled.

“A few more times.” He flexed again, his eyes locked on my quivering dick.

“Fuuuuuhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh-uh-uh-nnnnnnn,” I kept moaning incoherently. He was going to do it. He was going to make me cum without touching my dick!

“And you’re gonna break.” Another full body flex.

“Ahhhhh!” I squeaked girlishly.

“And you’ll know that you’re my bitch.” He jerked his body in a powerful flex, the veins and muscles popping, and I lost control.

“Uhhhhnnnggguuuhhhhh! Cuhhhhhhhmmmmmmiiiiiinnngggg! Ahhhh, oooohhhhhhhhhh, nnnnggggghhhh!” My eyes rolled up into my head as he made me cum with his muscles, sending an orgasm like nothing I’d ever experienced through me. I squealed and moaned, taking perverse pleasure from the realization that I sounded just like the bitches I fucked.

“And you’re done,” he declared, climbing off of me. He stood over me as I panted and recovered, my cock deflating to lay in a pool of cum across my right thigh. I blinked to clear my eyes and looked up at him.

I felt my cock lift up off my thigh as blood rushed back into it. I’d barely finished cumming, and I was horny again.

“You’re my bitch, aren’t you?” He asked, grinning at my erection. He’d won. There was no point in fighting it anymore.

“I’m your bitch,” I agreed meekly. He stepped up next to my face and pushed his shorts down. I gasped and moaned as I saw his cock for the first time. It was thick, like him. I was leaning toward it, trying to get to his cock. I was his bitch now, I knew what I needed to do.

“Good. Now we can get started.”

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