Pass the Ketchup dear! - Sex Stories

Pass the Ketchup dear!

... new friend. "It sure has." Bill replied, Paul knew who it was now, and he started to panic, "I'm ready for my birthday treat!" "I'll have to blindfold you first!" Kate said, "It's meant to be a special surprise for both of you!". She tied the blindfold around Bill's eyes and led him into the room. Paul could see the man in the mirror and he started to hyperventilate. Kate guided him round the bed to face Paul. Bill was black, stood six and a half foot high in his stocking feet and, as Kate stood behind him and pushed down his pants, Paul could see he was hung like a mule. Paul started to shake his head, whimpering through the gag. "Ooooh! Gimp likes you!" She said as she led Bill towards the end of the bed. "Give me your hands." Kate told Bill; she placed them on Paul's buttocks. Paul tensed and Bill felt his bum, caressed it gently, then felt the tip of a penis touch his hole. "There you are!" Bill said, his voice tinged with triumph as he felt resistance at first, then his cock forced its way into Paul's arse. Paul whimpered, trying to pull away, but Bill's hands grasped his hips and pulled him back, fully impaling Paul on Bill's rock hard monster. Bill didn't know that it was Paul he was fucking. He would have taken even more pleasure from the fact he was arse raping the man who had made his life a misery at work. Paul bullied him perpetually. Bill knew he was a gay, black, male nurse; but to have this little weasel constantly calling you both to your face and behind your ...

... back because of it, made him sick. Bill complained to the board, but it fell on deaf ears; Paul had already called him a whiny little gay bitch to most of them, so they just laughed it off as a tantrum. To the board, Paul could do no wrong; sales figures were up and it was all down to him. Money talked, bullshit walked; Paul thought he was untouchable. He was being touched now though. Bill was picking up speed, ramming Paul's backside harder and grunting. Taking longer and faster strokes he exploded into Paul's bowels. Paul recoiled with revulsion as he also came, emptying himself onto the sheets below him. Bill's softening cock slid from Paul's tortured anus as Kate led Bill from the room, towards the shower. "That was quite a show buddy!" Jim whispered in Paul's ear. Paul wanted to collapse on the bed, but the ropes binding him forbade it. Relief came when Jim reached for a syringe and emptied the contents into Paul's neck. The world went black and he slumped in his restraints. Waking, on his back again, relieved that his arse was no longer throbbing, Paul took in his restricted view of the room. He was still wearing the mask, the serrated edges of the silvery zips just in the periphery, the ropes still bound him tight to the bed, but something felt wrong. He wiggled the toes of his right foot, then tried to wiggle the toes of his left. He remembered that his left leg had been broken, but he was sure he could remember a feeling in his toes. The ropes felt different on his ...