Bondage on the 4th of July (4 page)

“No, this is a stealth mission, Bud. Search and kidnap, then the bondage, we need some rope.”

“God, why can’t we just do this on the fly, we have hands don’t we, we can just hold her.”

“Yeah, guess so.” It was getting dark as Brad reached over the high wooden gate and flicked the catch. The hinges squeaked as they went in.

“Well, we have a bench, sort of.” Kenny pointed to the picnic table in the corner.

“And rope.” Brad pulled on the washing line above his head.

“You go get her. I’ll sort out the rope. Move soldier.”

Brad shook his head and went to the large sliding double doors, pushing the left one. Millie stood looking at him.

“What are you doing? Tom will kill you both!”

“No he won’t, Tom sent us. Come here Millie.”

“What, wait, what are you…?” Brad didn’t wait, he took her hand and led her outside to where Kenny was, standing by the bench, the rope neatly gathered in his hand.

“Strip her and put her belly down on the bench, Brad.”

“What?” Millie just stood and looked at them in turn. Brad grinned.

“You can either take your own clothes off, little minx, or I can do it. Just be quick, time is short.”

“Yes, we want to come in you as the fireworks go off.” Brad looked at Kenny and raised his brow.

“You are fucking with me right?” Millie managed to gasp out.

“We are soldiers in the U.S. army, no, I’m not kidding, we can do this.”

Brad shook his head. Nice idea, and he doubted they could do it, but hey. He was up for a challenge.

“Clothes little minx, hurry.” Brad could tell Millie was ready. She moved quickly, her body fluid in her motions as she lifted off her tank top. As it got thrown down in the soft grass, Brad and Kenny started to strip. They both had toned and muscular bodies. Their bodies honed by years of military training and rigorous exercise. Brad heard Millie gasp out loud. Her eyes were wide as she slowed, watching them strip naked.

“Little minx.”

“Sorry, but you two are so fucking amazing.”

“Well, get your clothes off and we’ll make you hot and wet.” Kenny said, smirking.

“Oh fuck.” She unclipped her bra, her soft pert mounds fell a little, bouncing as she dropped it. She reached for her shorts, unbuttoning the clasp, the zip down. They slipped down her curvy legs. Only the panties left. With one swift move they were down, flicked to the grass with her right big toe.

“Wow, she’s keen.”

“Yes, I am. Do what you want. I just need you both now!”

Brad winked at her. His now husky voice was like warm melted chocolate that had suddenly found a direct path to her clit.

“Lay on the bench.”

She did as Brad commanded. Her breasts squashed flat against the wood, her bare ass firm and tempting, raised as she got comfortable.

“Keep your ass over the end, Brad is going to prepare your ass while I tie you up.”

“Oh God.” She wriggled a few inches back, letting her firm ass round the table end. Kenny got down, wrapping the rope around her ankles, keeping them apart, tying one to each leg. Next he shifted to the far side, taking her arms, pulling them to the end before tying them outstretched to the other legs.

“Well, you’ve done that before,” Millie said.

“Good aren’t I?” Kenny grinned, moving to her. Her head was level with the table end.

“Suck his cock, little minx,” Brad said from behind her. He grabbed her buttocks and slid down to his haunches, licking his lips. Within a few seconds Brad could hear the soft sounds of Millie, sucking on Kenny’s cock. Kenny was responding with grunting sounds and the occasional
oh fuck.
Millie moaned. Her ass was so firm, her buttocks had little play in them, but he dug his fingers in and parted them. It was hard to see in the fading light but he soldiered on, pressing his face into unknown territory. She tasted so sweet as he let his tongue slide to her weeping pussy. Her folds parted slightly for him. Up he went, flicking, licking her rim, sliding inside her anus, stretching her for what was to come. Her ass wiggled as he assaulted it, his tongue pushing deeper. Her moans got louder. Kenny spoke.

“Quiet little minx, no whimpering until you feel us come inside you, we don’t want to get caught. Suck it, take your Master’s cock in your mouth, take it as deep as you can. I want to feel you down my shaft. Do it.”

Brad was turned on. He pressed his thumb into her wet cunt. She was sopping wet, his thumb was covered. He pushed his other in her and parted her pussy lips, moving both thumbs together in circular swirls. Millie moaned again, quieter this time but she was lost in them both, Brad could feel her, she was lost in the moment, all the attention was obviously confirming her submissiveness. Brad pulled back. her pussy glinted in the light from the kitchen.

“How’s she doing, Kenny?”

“Oh you’ll love her sucking your cock Brad. She’s a natural, and she’s licking my balls with my cock all the way inside her.”

“Oh good, I can’t wait.” Brad turned his attention to her clit while keeping his roving thumbs inside her. His hot tongue flicked her swollen nub in a blur. Millie’s moans quickened, she pushed against his lips. His fingers fanned out, pushing into her soft flesh as he lapped at her clit and licked back up her pussy, back to her tight little ass hole. Rising to his feet he stroked his big phallus. It strained and went stiff as he gripped it, spanking the head against her buttocks.

“She ready yet?” Kenny asked.

“Give me a minute.” Brad spanked her on each buttock, using moderate force. A shiver and a whimper was his reward.

“No biting, minx.” Kenny said. “Is she wet down there, Brad? I want inside that tight little pussy.”

“So wet you’ll be banging your balls and echoing around the block.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, hurry up.”

Brad now inserted his thumbs in her anus, pushing the tiny hole, spreading her, spitting inside her. He spent a moment opening her up.

“Okay, untie her.” Kenny eased his cock out of her mouth and untied the knot, the rope quickly removed as Brad helped Millie up off the table. “Okay, Kenny lay on your back. Little minx, climb up, and straddle him.”

Millie made no sound as she stepped onto the picnic seat and then balanced on the table edges with her feet. Brad watched as she squatted down over his best friend’s waist. He saw her become awkward. Her breathing started to get erratic and he took control back from her. His hand gripped her waist firmly. Brad leaned over, his lips brushed over her ear.

“Grab his cock, help me guide you, minx.”

He felt the tremors of arousal run through her body at his words. His lips pulled up in a grin, and he slowly pushed her down Kenny’s swollen rod. Millie started to pant, her head moved back as her lips parted and she cried out just as the eruption of fireworks set off.

The sky was lit by the first firework, popping high, the loud cracking of the explosions covering their sexual sounds. Millie started to whine, Kenny’s cock was keeping her entertained as Brad got up, resting a foot on either seat bench. He inched forwards until he was so close to Millie’s ass he could feel the heat radiating from it. He flicked the head in her ass crack, then grabbed his shaft and pushed the swollen crown into her anus.

“Oh my God, I don’t think I can…”

“Shush, you’ll be fine, minx.” Brad eased it further, gently coaxing it. He moaned himself. It felt so damn good. Kenny was groaning as he fucked Millie’s pussy. Brad entered her slowly, until at last she took a few inches. The wetness followed and he started to pound her tight hole. His cock was hard. it burnt with the friction of Millie’s tightness and the pressure of Kenny’s cock rubbing against that thin membrane. Kenny stilled while Brad leant over Millie, grabbing her breasts, cupping them tightly as his cock pumped her like a piston. The three of them groaned, moaned, panted, screamed out as the fireworks intensified and lit up the sky. The thunderous cracks covered their moaning, the lights lit them in the back yard.

Brad whispered in her ear, pressing his lips so close she could feel his hot labored breath.

“We both own you little minx, we will protect you and love you. Do not come until I say. Do you understand?”

Amongst the heavy moans he heard her.

“Yes, Master.” Those two words thrilled him. He had everything he wanted after all this time. He moved his hands to her hips, standing slightly. Brad fucked her ass, her rim stretched over his hard thick girth.

“More, please Master, use me.” Brad saw Kenny’s hand rise and grip Millie’s hair, pushing her head back. The rockets went high, leaving a splendid trail of sparkles before exploding in a beautiful array glittering waterfalls. Another followed.

Brad felt the pain, from his aching sacs to the hot molten tension in his shaft. His glans swelled, he tingled and spasmed. The fireworks shot into the sky, reaching their crescendo.

“Come, come little minx.” Kenny shouted. He groaned out loud, his orgasm let loose inside Millie. Brad pounded her hard, his balls slapping her ass.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!” Millie shrieked out loud, hardly audible above the display of the night sky. Brad felt the release, his seed rushed and he moaned as he shot his creamy load into Millie’s ass. He pumped on, feeling the tight spurting of his spunk, rushing through the tiny slit in his swollen crown.

The fireworks ended and the two men pulled out, lifting Millie onto the table top, they sat by her side. Brad touched her with a tenderness most would never understand. He was kind, gentle, giving her caresses, stroking her hair. Kenny sat back, waiting, then took over. Aftercare was essential in BDSM. they brought her down from her high. Both held her, touched her, softly spoke to her yet both remained in control.

“You belong to both of us now little one, our little minx.” Millie laid her head on Brads shoulder and he held her around the waist.

“Why did you take so long?” It was a reasonable question.

“Because the best things in life are worth waiting for.” Brad looked at Kenny who smiled back.

“We should get her a drink and then we should all get some sleep. Who has the biggest bed?”

“Me of course.” Brad said. He got down and lifted Millie in his arms. Kenny opened the gate for them as they all went to Brad’s house and drank milk before going to bed together.

***

Millie nuzzled against pure warmth, and powerful muscles. The tenderness in her ass made the events of the night thunder back at her and she squealed as she darted awake. She was stuck, pressed between two impressive naked male bodies. If someone had told her this would be her future she would have laughed and had them committed. Something had come alive inside her last night. Being owned by both of them seemed like it completed her, fulfilled her. They were controlling, they took away all her power and she was whole inside. Looking at them sleeping like docile lions was heady. They had both wanted her, fucked her, and owned her. The idea of them letting her go when they finished their leave made her ache a little.

Was this just a one night deal? A chance to win the girl next door and go home a winner?

If she got out now, if she escaped before they woke up she could hide till they left and let her heart mend. She looked around. Legs and arms were wrapped around her. Their deep breathing and snoring from Kenny made her think she would unwind and slip free. Carefully, she moved one arm, a leg, and just as she was about to move, Brad moved in closer, grabbed her waist back and dragged her back down between them. The snoring stopped and a leg crashed over hers, successfully trapping her in bed with them.

“Where are you going?” It was a snarl and a growl that came from Brad.

Sleeping lion indeed.

“I, um, was, well, going home?”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Me neither, sweetheart.” She felt a nudge at her pussy and realized it was Kenny’s hard cock pushing at her opening. A hard rod against her lower back confirmed Brad was ready again too.

“But, I…I mean, what is going to happen when you both leave?”

She was frantic and a bit panicked. Kenny grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her to his lips and she sank into his kiss. His tongue explored her mouth as if for the first time, she moaned and gave it back to him while Brad ran his hands up and down the curve of her waist. Finally, Kenny broke the kiss and grinned at her. The hand around her neck slipped down, cupped her breast and pinched the still aching nipple. She whimpered and creamed between her legs. She heard them both inhale deeply and groan at the same time.

“Honey.”

“Fresh baked cookies.”

“You both are full of shit.” She couldn’t help but laugh and get lost in their huge frames surrounding her.

The idea of them leaving sobered her again.

“Was this it?”

Firm fingers slid up the back of her skull and fisted her hair and pulled her head back. She hissed between her teeth and cried out. Brad licked her neck and a rumble vibrated from his chest and against her back.

“I am never letting you go. Do you understand that little one? You’re mine, and I have wanted you for as long as I could remember. Loyalty to your brother kept me from you, but not anymore. He can have the woman he wants, and I get you. Do you understand?”

His gaze burned into hers.

She could only nod. mesmerized by his power, his control.

“But you see sweetheart,” Kenny toyed with her nipples, slowly licking the hard nubs as he spoke. “We come with a certain set of rules if you weren’t able to tell.” She was lost, half paying attention. Kenny could tell, his laughter tipping her off and him pulling away enough to make her focus on his words. “We are Masters. We live a lifestyle that most shun. We control, we dominate, and we own. We own you, sweetheart. Brad is not as deep as I am. I used to take on pleasure slaves. women that gave themselves to me 24/7. I could bring them up and make them tumble down.” He ran his fingers up and down her exposed throat as Brad teased her with kisses. “I know you are new to this, I know you like independence and I’m willing to let go of what I always knew, because you are hot damned the sweetest piece of ass I have fucked in my life.”