Bound Gangbang: Take It and Get Filled With Cum

Simone was twenty-two, sharp-eyed and restless after weeks of trading filthy messages with Julius, the thirty-five-year-old who had first suggested the idea over drinks. Her friend Bianca, twenty-four and just as eager, had joined every late-night call, every explicit negotiation about limits, safewords, and exactly how rough they both wanted it. Julius brought Errol, thirty-one, solid and quiet until he started talking dirty. The four of them had settled every detail: padded bench, leather cuffs, plenty of lube, no alcohol, nothing left to chance. Tonight the apartment smelled of clean leather and warm skin.

They stripped the women themselves. Julius unhooked Simone’s bra with deliberate fingers while Errol peeled Bianca’s panties down her thighs. Both women stood naked under the low lights, already wet, nipples tight. Julius nodded toward the wide padded bench in the center of the room. “On your backs. Legs open. You asked for this.”

Simone lay down first, heart hammering. Soft restraints clicked around her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide—arms stretched above her head, knees forced apart until her dripping cunt and tight asshole were fully exposed. Bianca settled on the matching side of the same long bench, cuffs locking her into the identical spread-eagle position. Cool air kissed their open holes. Julius walked a slow circle, checking every buckle twice. Errol did the same on Bianca’s side, tugging the ankle cuff until her hips tilted up.

“Look at these sluts,” Julius murmured. He squeezed a thick stream of lube onto his fingers and worked it slowly between Simone’s cheeks, circling her puckered hole, pressing just enough to make her gasp. Errol mirrored him, sliding two slick fingers along Bianca’s crack, coating her thoroughly. Both women clenched and then forced themselves to relax, breathing hard.

Julius stroked his cock once, thick and already hard, the head shiny. Errol did the same, longer, veined, fist moving lazy. They stood between the women’s spread thighs and simply looked.

“You’re going to take it,” Julius said, voice flat and certain. “Every inch. Both of you. No closing those legs. No pulling away.”

Simone’s pussy clenched visibly, a fresh bead of wetness sliding down toward her lubed ass. Bianca whimpered, hips giving a tiny helpless roll against the air. Errol dragged the head of his cock along Bianca’s slit, not entering, just painting her with precome. “Hear that? Take it like good sluts. That’s what you negotiated for.”

Julius leaned in and pushed two fingers into Simone’s cunt, curling them, then dragged the wetness lower and pressed one fingertip against her asshole. He worked it in slow, knuckle-deep, twisting. “Tight. You’re going to feel every second when I stretch this open.” Simone moaned, head tipping back against the pad. Her wrists flexed in the cuffs but the leather held.

Errol pushed a finger into Bianca’s ass at the same time, then a second, scissoring gently while his thumb rubbed her clit. “Dripping already. Both holes hungry. Tell us you want it.”

“I want it,” Bianca breathed. “Please—use them. Fill them.”

Simone echoed her, voice raw. “Fuck, yes. Take our asses. Make us take it.”

They kept teasing longer than either woman could stand. Julius replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock, rubbing it up and down Simone’s crack, tapping against her entrance, sliding forward to grind along her soaked folds, then back again. Every pass left more lube and more heat. Errol did the same to Bianca, the thick crown of his cock kissing her asshole, pressing just enough to bloom the ring open a fraction before pulling away. Dirty talk stayed constant, low and firm.

“Take it like good sluts. You’re bound open for a reason. These holes belong to us tonight. You’re going to get fucked until you can’t think, and you’re going to thank us while we fill you.”

Simone’s inner thighs trembled. She could feel her pulse in her clit, in the stretched ring of her ass. Bianca’s breathing had gone ragged; she kept trying to push her hips higher, offering more, but the cuffs kept her exactly where they wanted her. Julius finally lined up properly. He locked eyes with Simone, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks later.

“Beg once more.”

“Please,” Simone gasped. “Push it in. Make me take your cock in my ass. Don’t stop.”

He drove forward in one steady, merciless thrust. The thick head forced her open; the shaft followed, stretching her wider than fingers ever had. Simone cried out—half pain, half pure raw pleasure—as Julius bottomed out, balls pressed tight to her cheeks. He held there, letting her feel the full invasion, then pulled almost free and slammed back in harder.

At the same moment Errol sheathed himself in Bianca’s ass with the same ruthless stroke. Bianca’s moan broke into a sharp, needy sound. “Fuck—yes—take it—don’t stop—”

They set a brutal rhythm almost immediately. Julius fucked Simone’s ass in deep, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Every thrust forced a gasp out of her. He reached down and rubbed her clit with rough fingers, not gentle, just enough pressure to make her clench harder around him. “That’s it. Milk it. You’re going to take every drop later. Both holes tonight—cunt and ass—until you’re leaking.”

Errol hammered into Bianca just as hard, one hand splayed on her lower belly so he could feel himself moving inside her. “Good slut. Bound and open and taking cock like you were made for it. Your friend’s getting the same. We’re going to switch and fill both of you until you can’t close your legs.”

Simone’s thoughts scattered under the relentless stretch and friction. She could hear Bianca’s broken moans beside her, feel the bench shake with every dual impact. The cuffs bit pleasantly into her wrists each time she tugged. Julius leaned over her, cock still pounding deep, and growled against her ear, “Take it. That’s an order. Your ass is ours and you’re going to keep it open while we use you.”

She could only moan yes, yes, yes, hips jerking against the unyielding restraints. Bianca was already begging louder—“Harder, fill me, use my holes”—as Errol reached under and pinched her nipple, twisting just enough to send fresh sparks through her.

Julius pulled nearly free, then slammed home again, grinding deep. Errol matched him stroke for stroke on Bianca. The two women were locked open, lubed and dripping, cocks buried to the root in their asses, and the night had only just started forcing them wider.

Julius kept driving into Simone’s ass with long, ruthless strokes that rocked the entire bench, the thick shaft dragging against her stretched rim on every withdrawal before slamming home again. She could feel him rearranging her insides, the burn melting into a deep, electric fullness that made her clit throb against his rough fingers. Beside her Bianca was moaning in broken rhythm, Errol’s longer cock punching wet sounds out of her hole each time his hips cracked against her cheeks. The leather cuffs creaked as both women strained, wrists and ankles locked open, nowhere to go except deeper onto the cocks using them.

“Take it,” Julius growled, voice low and steady while he ground in to the root and held. “Feel how wide you’re stretched. This ass is getting wrecked tonight.” He pulled almost free, the fat head catching at her entrance, then buried himself again in one brutal shove that punched a raw cry from Simone’s throat. Errol matched the pace for a few strokes, then deliberately slowed, dragging his veined length out of Bianca until only the tip remained inside her fluttering ring before slamming forward again. The alternating rhythm made the bench shudder unevenly; Simone’s hole clenched hard around Julius while Bianca’s stretched open under Errol’s next deep thrust.

They kept that staggered beat for long minutes—Julius pounding Simone’s bound ass in hard, even strokes while Errol took Bianca slower and deeper, then switching tempos so Errol hammered and Julius ground. Sweat slicked the women’s inner thighs. Lube and their own wetness dripped down onto the padding. Simone’s thoughts narrowed to the thick cock splitting her open and the constant order growled against her ear.

“Take every inch. You’re not closing up. You’re going to stay open and get filled with cum.” Julius’s free hand pinched her clit between two fingers and rubbed hard. Simone’s hips jerked uselessly against the restraints, her empty cunt pulsing and dripping onto the bench. Bianca’s voice cracked beside her—“Yes—fuck, use it harder—make me take it”—as Errol reached up and twisted her nipple, never missing a stroke.

Then Julius pulled free with a wet pop. Simone whimpered at the sudden emptiness, hole fluttering open. Errol slid out of Bianca at the same moment. The men stepped sideways, switching places without a word. Julius lined his glistening cock—still shiny with Simone’s lube—against Bianca’s stretched, twitching asshole and drove in to the hilt in one smooth, merciless thrust. Bianca screamed in pleasure, head thrashing against the pad. Errol positioned himself between Simone’s spread thighs and fed his longer cock into her freshly fucked ass, forcing the thick head past the swollen rim and burying every inch until his balls slapped her cheeks.

“Switching holes just like we said,” Errol muttered, already setting a brutal pace. “Take it. Both of you take it.” He fucked Simone’s ass in deep, grinding strokes while Julius hammered Bianca’s with short, punishing snaps of his hips. The alternating rhythms returned—Julius fast and hard in Bianca while Errol slow and deep in Simone, then flipping so Errol pounded and Julius rolled his hips in tight circles that rubbed every nerve inside Bianca’s stuffed hole. The women could only take it, cuffs holding them perfectly open, asses stretched around the cocks that owned them.

Julius leaned over Bianca, cock still pistoning. “You’re going to get filled with cum. Both holes tonight. Your friend’s ass is milking Errol the same way. Take it like the sluts you asked to be.” He reached down and shoved two fingers into Bianca’s dripping cunt, curling them while he fucked her ass. Bianca came with a sharp wail, walls clamping, hole spasming around Julius’s shaft. The tight ripple dragged a growl out of him.

Errol felt Simone’s own orgasm build under the relentless stretch. He rubbed her clit in rough circles timed to his thrusts. “That’s it. Come on the cock in your ass. Then you’re going to take the load. Get filled with cum.” Simone shattered, crying out as pleasure ripped through her bound body, ass convulsing around Errol’s buried length. He fucked her through it, never slowing, keeping her open and full.

They switched again without pulling all the way free—just sliding out far enough to swap positions once more. Julius buried himself deep in Simone’s cum-slick, fluttering ass while Errol slammed back into Bianca. The new stretch made both women moan louder. The men locked into a shared brutal rhythm now, fucking in perfect opposite strokes so that when Julius bottomed out in Simone, Errol was dragging almost free of Bianca, then reverse. Every impact shook the bench. Dirty talk never stopped.

“Take it,” Julius ordered, hips snapping. “Take this cock and get filled with cum. Your ass is going to drip for hours.” “Hear him,” Errol snarled, pounding Bianca. “Take every inch. We’re filling both of you. Holes used until you can’t think.”

Simone felt Julius swell thicker inside her. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and slammed home one last time, burying his thick cock to the root as the first heavy pulse of hot cum flooded her ass. Thick ropes painted her insides, each spurt forcing a fresh moan from her. He kept grinding deep, emptying everything while growling, “Take it. Get filled.” Simultaneously Errol locked deep in Bianca and unloaded, powerful jets of cum flooding her bound hole, overflowing around his shaft as he kept fucking shallowly through the orgasm. Bianca sobbed in raw pleasure, hole milking every drop.

Julius pulled free of Simone’s ass with a wet sound, cum immediately leaking from her open ring. Errol did the same from Bianca. Without pause they stepped to the opposite ends of the bench. Julius fed his spent, cum-smeared cock straight into Bianca’s open mouth. “Clean it. Taste what we just pumped into your friend’s ass.” Bianca sucked greedily, tongue working the shaft, swallowing the mixed flavors of lube and cum. Errol pushed his still-hard, dripping cock between Simone’s lips. “Every hole gets used. Suck it clean while your ass leaks.” Simone took him deep, tasting herself and the thick load still coating him, sucking hard while more cum trickled from her stretched hole down onto the padding.

They stayed like that for long moments—asses dripping, mouths full, cocks slowly hardening again between the women’s lips—while the men stroked hair and murmured more orders. “Good sluts. Taking it. Getting filled. We’re not done with these holes yet.” The bench creaked as they shifted closer, already lining up for the next round of stretching and filling, tension coiling tighter as fresh lust rebuilt.

Julius shoved back into Simone’s cum-slick ass first, the thick head forcing her swollen rim wide again while Errol buried himself balls-deep in Bianca’s dripping hole. The women were already wrecked open, cuffs holding them spread-eagle, every thrust pushing fresh cum out around the invading cocks in messy white froth. Julius gripped Simone’s hips hard and slammed home, grinding deep so she felt every pulse of the leftover load still inside her. “Take it. Your ass stays open for more. We’re filling you again.”

Errol matched him, long cock punching wet squelches out of Bianca as he fucked the spilled cum back in. “Hear that, slut? Take every fucking inch. Both holes get used until they’re overflowing.” He reached under and shoved three fingers straight into Bianca’s empty cunt, curling hard while his cock wrecked her ass. Bianca arched against the leather, moaning raw as another orgasm ripped through her, hole clamping and milking him.

They kept the brutal pace without mercy. Julius pulled free of Simone only long enough to shove two thick fingers into her dripping cunt, scooping out her juices and smearing them over her clit before slamming back into her ass. He rubbed her roughly in time with his strokes until she came hard, thrashing in the cuffs, ass spasming around his shaft. “That’s it. Come while we stretch you. You’re going to take the next load deep.” He switched again without warning—out of Simone, straight into Bianca’s stretched, leaking ring. Errol slid into Simone’s freshly clenched hole at the same moment, forcing her open wider on his longer cock.

The bench shook under the dual pounding. Cum and lube slicked their thighs, dripping onto the padding in thick strings. Julius leaned over Bianca and growled, “Take it like you begged for. Both of you asked to be bound and filled. Your holes belong to us tonight.” He fucked her in short, savage snaps, free hand pinching her clit until she sobbed with pleasure. Errol hammered Simone deeper, balls slapping her cheeks, one palm pressing her lower belly so she felt every ridge dragging inside. “Good fucking sluts. Asses taking cock. Cunts dripping empty. We’re going to flood you.”

They used every hole without pause. Julius pulled out of Bianca’s ass, shoved his cum-coated cock straight into her mouth, and fucked her throat while Errol kept railing Simone’s hole. Bianca gagged and sucked greedily, tasting the mix of both women on him. Then they swapped—Errol face-fucking Simone while Julius slammed back into Bianca’s ass. Simone’s tongue worked the shaft clean even as her own hole leaked around nothing. Dirty talk never stopped.

“Take it,” Julius ordered, voice rough as he bottomed out again. “You’re bound open for a reason. Get filled with cum. Both of you.” He reached across and rubbed Simone’s clit hard while fucking Bianca, making the two women moan in broken unison. Errol pushed two fingers into Simone’s cunt and scissored them open, stretching her while his cock owned her ass. “Holes used. That’s what you wanted. Take the next loads.”

They lined up for the final round with the women still locked wide. Julius drove into Simone’s ass one last time, thick cock forcing her rim into a perfect O as he set a punishing rhythm. Errol buried himself in Bianca, hips cracking against her cheeks. The staggered thrusts returned—Julius deep and grinding, Errol fast and hard—until both men swelled. Julius locked eyes with Simone. “Take it. Get filled.” He slammed home and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum pumping deep into her guts, each pulse flooding her until it overflowed around his shaft in creamy spurts. Simone cried out as the heat filled her, hole fluttering and milking every drop.

Errol followed a second later, burying to the root in Bianca and unloading hard. Powerful jets painted her insides white, overflowing immediately so cum ran down her crack onto the bench. He kept fucking shallowly through it, forcing more out with every stroke. “Take every fucking drop. Both of you filled.” Bianca’s orgasm hit at the same time, walls clamping, ass spasming around him as she took the full load.

They stayed buried until the last twitches faded, then pulled free with wet, filthy sounds. Cum poured from both open holes in thick rivulets, dripping steadily onto the padding. Julius and Errol stepped back, chests heaving, cocks shiny and spent, watching the two bound women leak.

Only then did they move to the cuffs. Julius unbuckled Simone’s wrists first, slow and careful, then her ankles, rubbing the red marks with firm thumbs while she flexed her fingers. Errol did the same for Bianca, circling the soft skin of her wrists and ankles, easing the circulation back. The women sat up on shaky arms, asses still propped open, fresh cum sliding down their thighs in glossy trails.

Julius and Errol helped them off the bench. Simone and Bianca dropped to their knees side by side on the floor without being told, asses high, holes fluttering and leaking thick white ropes that stretched and broke onto the wood. They looked up at the two men with glazed, satisfied eyes.

“Thank you,” Simone said, voice raw and filthy. “Thank you for binding us open and fucking our asses raw. For making us take every cock and filling us until we drip.”

Bianca pressed her shoulder against Simone’s, more cum sliding from her stretched ring. “Thank you for the rough anal gangbang we desperately wanted. Using our holes, telling us to take it, pumping us full of cum. Our asses are wrecked and leaking because of you.”

Julius and Errol stood over them, watching the steady drip with clear satisfaction as the two cum-filled women stayed kneeling, thighs shiny, holes gaping and dribbling the mixed loads they had begged for.

Simone reached back, spread her own cheeks wider so another thick glob of cum oozed out and splattered the floor, and grinned up at them. “Our fucked asses are still open and full of your cum—use them again anytime you want to wreck us harder.”