Dear Readers,
Sometime in the spring of 2021, I read or saw a captioned picture (I can't remember which) and might have even had the same title, that was the inspiration for this story. My bad that I didn't note the source at the time. I've done a few searches but haven't found anything close so, if someone of you can help me find it, it would be appreciated.
Anyway, this is my version.
The story is MM/f, non-consensual/unsuspecting, bondage, sex
She had seen the lawn service truck at Sally Watson’s house; the only one of her neighbors she’d met, so far. She watched the two young men, from her living room window, mowing and trimming and spraying for weeds, working bare chested in the ninety-degree heat and seventy percent humidity. She watched them loading their mowers and equipment back on their truck, the sight of their tan, sweaty bodies with their washboard abs, pecs and delts and biceps flexing caused her nipples to harden and her pussy to moisten.
Carrie was still single, 26 and without a current boyfriend. She wasn’t really looking or a relationship; focusing on her career. She was taller than most girls at 5’ 10” and keep herself a trim and fit 124lbs, with nice firm c-cup breasts, narrow 29” waist and hips not too wide at 34 inches.
She had no trouble getting dates, or one-night stands when she wanted but her desire to be submissive in the bedroom and her secret fantasy of getting tied up, gagged and used for the pleasure of her lover, kept her from having a truly fulfilling sex life.
A recent promotion, along with her conservative life style, had gotten her enough savings to make a nice down payment on a two-bedroom bungalow house in a neighborhood with nice size yards and houses not too close together.
She decided she would go ask Sally if she recommended their service.
Sally’s recommendation was over the top. She raved about the excellent service she was getting from Kevin and Tom. She gave Carrie their business card – 2 Guys Lawn Service. Carrie phoned them the next morning, left her name and address on their answering machine.
Later that afternoon, she heard a vehicle stop in front of her house. She looked through the peephole and watched him step up on her porch. He was wearing a tight white, t-shirt over his muscled torso and she felt her nipples crinkle. When he rang the bell, she waited, counting to ten before opening the door. She eyed his six-foot physique, tanned, abs a tight six-back, flat chest and nipples denting the white fabric, solid shoulders and muscular arms, she felt herself moisten with arousal.
“Hello,” he said, “I’m Kevin, you left us a message saying you needing someone to take care of your lawn?”
“Oh, yes,” she brought her eyes up to his face. In a flash, she thought, ‘My, God, he’s sexy.’ He was young, probably not even twenty-five yet, with a strong masculine look and the most beautiful gray eyes she’d ever seen. His sandy brown hair was neatly trimmed but windblown which only added to his good looks. “I need someone to take care of my yard; can you fit me?”
“Sure,” he replied, “What would you like us to do?”
“Well…” she thought for a second, “can you give me the same service you’re doing for Sally Watson? She recommended you.”
“Oh, sure, we can. And Mrs. Watson told you about our service?” He took a small note pad from the hip pocket of his tight jeans.
“Yes.”
“Okay, and you’re sure you want the same service as Mrs. Watson?”
“Yeah, Sally’s yard looks great, that’s what I want.” While he was writing, Carrie couldn’t help herself and blurted out, “Sally said your service was the best and you do a great job. She said she was completely satisfied.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” he said, “we do our best to satisfy all our customers.” He smiled at Carrie then continued, “For the same service as Mrs. Watson, you need to be here when we arrive. Do you have a day and time when you can be home?”
“Um… Yes,” Carrie said, “I only work till noon on Friday so I’m home by one o’clock.”
He pulled a cell phone from his other pocket and tapped and scrolled. “Friday is a busy day for us. Um… I’m going to put you down for 4PM. I think I can easily move that customer to Thursday. I’ll call you later to let you know for sure.”
“Okay, and you will come every week?” she asked.
“Yes, and if you need anything in between, call and we’ll work it in if we can.” He handed her a business card with a phone number.
“Thanks,” she answered. “Oh, I almost forgot, how much do you charge?”
“For your size yard and with the same service as Mrs. Watson, forty dollars a week. Fertilizing and spraying for weeds we do once at the beginning, once in mid-summer, and once toward the end of the season. It’s seventy-five for each of those but the mowing and trimming is included for that week.”
“Okay, I’m good with that,” she said. “And you’ll let me know if you can start this Friday?”
“Yes,” he glanced at his notepad, “Carrie. Again, my name’s Kevin and my partner over there is Tom.”
“Thanks, Kevin, I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, looking forward to taking care of you.” He nodded and turned and walked back toward their truck. Watching the smooth skin and muscles rippling across his back caused her to moisten and a little shiver ran through her.
Friday was another hot and humid day, the temperature soaring into the mid-nineties. Just after four o’clock, Carrie’s doorbell rang. She was looking forward to watching Kevin and Tom mowing and trimming, shirtless and sweating. She wasn’t sure she could keep from masturbating while she watched them through the window.
She opened the door and the two bare-chested men, unexpectedly, pushed her back inside and closed the door behind them. Tom grabbed her arms, spun her around, and pinned them together behind her back. Kevin started shoving a spongy ball into her mouth, cutting of her protests.
When Kevin had the ball completely in her mouth, he wrapped an Ace bandage around and around her head until her face was covered from nose to chin. Carrie was struggling and yelling but Tom’s hold on her wrists was solid and her objections, loud as they were, were muffled by the gag.
Releasing one arm, Tom spun her and bent slightly and lifted her up over his shoulder. She started to kick but he controlled her legs, squeezing her thighs together. She began hitting him with her fists on his bare back but he smacked her on her ass with his bare hand and she yelped and stopped fighting.
He took her through the house, Kevin following, until they found her bedroom. Tom set her on her feet and without a word, the two men began stripping her. She struggled but against these two young, strong men it was useless and she was soon naked, her clothes littering her bedroom carpet.
Tom picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, on her back. He grabbed her left hand and pulling a long piece of rope from a hip pocket, tied it around her wrist and pulled her arm out straight and lashed it to her bed post. Almost unnoticed as she was watching Tom tie her wrist, Kevin was doing the same to her right arm. In a matter of seconds, she was securely tied and helpless in her own bed.
With her arms secure, they each grabbed an ankle and pulled her toward the foot of the bed till her arms were stretched taut. They spread her legs wide and repeated the process they had used on her wrists to tie her ankles to the posts at the foot of her bed. She was spread-eagle and helplessly wide open for them to do to her whatever they wanted. She had no way to stop them. She was scared and trembling with fear. Oh, God, she hired a couple of rapists! Her pussy moistened.
She watched as Kevin produce another long, rather thin, rope. He started winding it around her waist, pulling it snug and making a knot at her belly button. The dangling ends he pulled down and carefully parted her pussy lips and guided the rope inside her. He lay one strand on each side of her clit and then worked the ends underneath her, between her butt cheeks, over the rope around her waist then back between her legs. This time the strands were laid outside her pussy in the cleft of her thighs, drawn tight and tied, again, to the waist rope.
Tom produced a black leather blindfold from a pocket and strapped it over her eyes. Without saying another word, Kevin and Tom walked out of her bedroom, leaving her struggling against the ropes and yelling muffled curses at them. She heard her front door slam.
Lawn mowers start up.
She tested her bondage but it was useless, she would not get loose by herself, hopefully Kevin or Tom would free her. The crotch rope was a problem. Every movement caused it to rub her clit and her sensitive area between her pussy and asshole. It made her horny and she knew the ropes were getting soaked by her juices. Soon, she was humping her hips against the rope, grinding her clit towards orgasm. She couldn’t help it. She’d never felt so helpless and visions of the things Kevin and Tom could do to her, had her on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. But the rope wasn’t enough to get her there.
She didn’t know how long it was she lay, stretched, and spread, listening to Kevin and Tom mowing, and weed eating while her struggles became less and less about getting loose and turned into fantasies of a helpless damsel awaiting her powerful, handsome, lover to come and ravish her.
When it got quiet outside, Carrie knew they were done with the yard. Her mind was a whirl with flashes of thoughts. Would they just leave her here? Would they come and untie her before they left? Would they use her for their pleasure? Would they be gentle, making love to her or would they be rough and pound into her with their hard, sweaty bodies?
She heard them come in the front door and then they were in the bedroom. She felt fingers touching her wet pussy lips.
“Damn, Tom, I think we got us a real hot one.”
But then nothing until a couple of minutes later she heard her shower; they were using her shower. Oh, God, please hurry, she thought as she squirmed on her bed waiting. She didn’t care if they raped her, she was so hot, so horny, she needed to come. If those two lawn guys didn’t fuck her silly, she’d fire them!
It seemed an eternity before the water shut off. Minutes later, she felt one of them climb into the bed and snuggle up against her left side. A hand grasped her left tit and began fondling and tweaking her nipple. She felt his hard cock pulsing against her hip.
Fuck, it was going to happen, she thought. They’re going to rape me, and I can’t wait. Please, do it now, please!
Then the other lawn guy, slide his hard, naked body against her right side. His callused hands began exploring her body and his mouth found her neck below the strap of the gag and began licking and kissing. From the other side, another mouth started nibbling her nipple.
“Eeess, eeaaz,” she tried to plead but the gag garbled her words.
Four hands roamed over her naked skin. Gentle fingertips brushing over her belly. Hands gripped her firm thighs and fondled her tits. Carrie bounced her head on the pillow and whined. She wriggled and strained against the ropes and whimpered. She went limp and screamed. Dammit, why weren’t they fucking her, already?
After any eternity of teasing, “You wanna fuck her pussy or her mouth?” said the naked man on her left.
“Nah, leave her gagged. This is her first time, we should just fuck her brains out,” was the response from the right.
Finally!
The knots came loose and their hands peeled the ropes from her crotch.
The right-hand man moved atop her. He held his weight off her with his left hand pressed into the mattress and guided his hard-on into her pussy with his right. He pushed in slowly and as wet as she was, he easily went deep.
He moved inside her with a slow, powerful rhythm, all the while kissing and licking and fondling her tits and nipples. Oohs and aahs of pleasure began emanating from her throat. He continued his slow pumping and keeping her nipples stony pebbles with arousal. She responded, humping her hips against his and trying to tell him, faster and harder, but the squishy gag garbled the words. He moved a hand down and rubbed his thumb over her clit and began a circular motion.
She was ready to cum, she needed him to fuck her faster and harder but she could only grunt and moan. He thrust hard and deep and at the same time bit her left nipple and she wailed and climaxed, thrusting her pelvis hard against his, driving him into her as her cunt clinched and her body locked rigid.
Another muffled scream died in the gag and her body rocked and jerked as her orgasm washed over her. Seconds passed and then she sighed as it started to ease. But he was not finished and now he started fucking her hard and fast and she hurtled into her second orgasm. He fucked her until she was coming in continuous wave after wave of spasms of sexual pleasure.
When he finally came, spewing five, six, seven, jets of hot cum against her cervix, she was oblivious to the feeling and nearly unconscious from the exhaustion of the multiple orgasms. She barely noticed when he withdrew his still hard cock.
Immediately the second lawn guy thrust into as Carrie was just beginning to recover, the whistling of her rapid, panting breaths as she sucked the needed air through her nose slowly returning to normal. Tom, or was it Kevin, she had no way to know, began pounding her hard and fast. His cock was bigger, fatter, longer, and felt harder than any she’d ever experienced.
He fucked her, pounding his iron-hard cock into her until she was in heavenly delirium with continual orgasms. Only then did he cum, splashing a second load of hot sperm into her clinching pussy.
She almost couldn’t get enough air. She felt on the verge of passing out. Tom, or Kevin, didn’t pull himself out until she felt his hard-on begin to diminish. She felt his cum and her co-mingled juices leaking from inside her as he a lit from the bed.
“You wanna do her again?”
NO, NO, she thought, whipping her head back and forth. No more, please, it’s too much.
“Nah, we still gotta do Mrs. Brown’s yard before we quit for the day.”
“Yeah, you’re right, we should get going if we wanna be done by dark.”
Carrie heard the sounds of them getting dressed. God, are they going to leave me like this? she wondered. But then one was untying her ankles and the other her wrists. Without undoing the blindfold or taking out the gag, they pulled her up and sat her on the edge of the bed. One of them locked her wrists in handcuffs behind her back.
The two guys sat on the bed, one on each side and she felt the denim of their shorts and their bare legs press against her. Their hands fondled her tits and squeezed her thighs.
“Okay, Ms. Hennings, the key will be on your coffee table in the living room. You have our card, and if you are unsatisfied, for any reason, you can call or email us to cancel your service.” Was this Kevin or Tom? She wondered if she’d ever know them by their voices.
“We’ll be back next Friday,” the other guy spoke, “unless we hear you want to cancel.”
She felt them leave the bed and she rattled the handcuff chain and grunted through the gag but then she heard the front door open and close. A minute later a truck started up and drove away. 2 Guys Lawn Service was gone.
She carefully navigated her way out of her bedroom and followed the wall to the living room. She hoped she was going the right way when she bumped into the sofa. At least she hadn’t banged her shins on the edge of the coffee table. Getting down on her knees, she shuffled around until she felt the table and turned, reaching behind her to feel the tabletop for the key.
When she found it, she figured they had left it in the exact center. She fumbled with it for what seemed like a long time, before hitting the keyhole and unlocking the cuff from her left wrist. She sat back on her heels and felt for and unbuckled the blindfold. She had to squint and blink to adjust to the light.
Unlocking the other cuff was easy now that she could see. Then she felt for the edge of the bandage, found it to be Velcro, and unwrapped it from around her mouth. She pushed the sponge ball with her tongue and pinched it with her thumb and forefinger and pulled it from her mouth. It was soaked through and a gush of saliva ran down her chin, dripping on her breasts, when it came free. It was disgusting but somehow also erotic.
Carrie felt the adrenaline ebbing away, she was wiped out. Exhaustion took hold as she tried to stand. She was able to stagger back toward her bedroom and into her bathroom. She rested on the toilet, peed, then was able to get herself into the shower. She stood, the steamy, hot water flowing down her naked body for almost ten minutes.
She finally, shampooed her hair and soaped herself, finding her pussy a bit tender to the touch. She toweled her hair, too tired to use the blow-dryer, then crawled, naked into bed and was almost instantly asleep. It was only 6:32 PM and still daylight outside.
Carrie was at her computer Saturday morning.
She hadn’t bothered to get dressed when she awakened. She’d gone to her kitchen and made herself scrambled eggs, three, two slices of toast and an eight-ounce glass of mango-strawberry energy drink. She took her plate to her bedroom and ate. sitting naked, on her bed. Now, she sitting at her desk, naked, staring at her computer screen.
She stared at the SEND button. Would she click it? She knew Kevin and Tom would be back next Friday. And they would come and take care of her lawn even if she didn’t send the email. But she felt she need to let them know… oh, hell… CLICK!
Just after lunch, still Saturday, Carrie had finally gotten dressed just before Sally rang her doorbell.
They were on the patio, outside Carrie’s back door. She’d made a big pitcher of iced tea and they were sitting, chatting, enjoying the early afternoon, before it got too hot later.
Carrie was trying to figure a way to ask Sally about 2 Guys Lawn Service’s ‘extra service’. Their chit-chat started to lag and then Sally said, “I see you hired Kevin and Tom to do your yard.”
“Oh, yeah, the lawn looks great.” Then, to see what Sally’s reaction would be, she continued, “I asked them for the same service they were giving you.”
Carrie noticed a teeny bit of a blush on Sally’s slender neck. “Oh, you did, did you?”
“Yeah.”
“So, what do you think?”
“Well… I’m a little sore this morning.” Carrie squirmed a little in her chair.
“Oops,” Sally’s blush deepened. “I never imaged you might ask them for the same as me.”
“Would’ve been nice if you’d have warned me.”
“Well… I didn’t see any cops at your house to take a rape report.”
“Couldn’t sent them to jail after they did such a great job… on my yard.”
At four minutes before four o’clock on Friday afternoon, 2 Guys Lawn Service arrived at Carrie’s house. Kevin and Tom, in their usual work attire – cut-off jean shorts and work boots, sans shirts, found her front door unlocked. She was there in the living room, naked, kneeling, on the floor in front of the coffee table. The black leather blindfold was strapped over her eyes, the bandage wound tightly around her head holding the sponge ball in her mouth. A silver handcuff key dangled from a fine chain around her neck and her wrists were locked, behind her back in the handcuffs Tom and Kevin had left her in last week.