Carjacking - Sex Stories

Carjacking

I was taking my usual route to work one day when I turned the corner to watch a commotion at the liquor store where I picked up my weekend libations.

I was sitting in the middle of the street as two men in black hoodies ran up and jumped in my car.

"Drive!" The taller of the two men yelled at me. I snapped the car into gear and we drove off. Three blocks away he demanded that I pull over. I was muscled into the backseat and my gym bag was pulled over my head. My hands were wrapped with duct tape. The two men talked sparingly as they drove around for several minutes. They eventually pulled in a cool, oily smelling place and turned the car off.

One of them grabbed my jacket and dragged me out of the vehicle. I was led to another room and thrown in a wooden office chair. My hands were additionally taped to one of the chair's arms. I heard the door lock. I heard mumbles from the other room through what felt like hours until I felt my bladder swelling in need of discharge.

"I need to use the restroom, " I yelled.

No answer.

"Hey. Hey. I have to piss." More mumbling from the other room was followed by a long pause. The tape binding me to the chair was ripped through and I was led across the room. The gym bag was unceremoniously pulled off my head.

The thinner man aimed me into the small toilet off the office I had been sitting in all this time. I was having trouble getting my pants open when he yelled, "Hurry the fuck up."

I spoke quietly. I didn't know how he was going to react. "I can't get my cock out with my hands tied."

"Why? Can't find it?"

I am of average size so the comment less an insult than his attempt to keep me in line. I watched as a hand reached around, opened my zipper, and reached inside. The hand took hold of me and tugged it out. It was a tense situation but that didn't stop my cock starting to firm in this strange hand. "You like getting jacked off don't you?" The fist pumped up and down the shaft of my cock as the other man's breath heated the back of my neck.

The tenseness of the situation, and the need to urinate made it difficult for me to give in to the feeling he was giving me. But finally the intensity of the good emotions building in my group overtook the situation and I shot my load all over the porcelain white furniture in front of me. Right behind the semen, my urine rained into the toilet. A quick shake and tuck and I was good as new. The thin man had me back in the chair, with my hands taped to each arm before he walked out of the room.

Another short mumbled conversation and I was left unattended. Sometimes though the night, I fell asleep. In the morning my stiff neck and aching back woke me up. I could hear snoring in one corner. The thin man was laying on a steel-framed bunk. Nothing on but oversized jean shorts covered his tanned body. His chest was bare except for rings of sparse hair around each areola.

I sat there watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. When he stirred ...