Backdoor Program

My sphincter was in no condition to put up any resistance, and the guy took advantage of this to plunge straight in without stopping. The move drove a grunt from me, followed by more groans as he started reaming my asshole hard and fast, just driving in and out like there was no tomorrow.

After maybe two dozen or so strokes the cock in me plunged deep and stopped. I felt his organ throb followed by a warm flush inside me, and realized that my rapist wasn't wearing a condom and had just shot his wad. I'd been inseminated, seeded by another male!

A few seconds later he pulled out, panting loudly as he did. I heard the zipper go back up and he got to his feet. Dazed, I wondered what he would do next.

The cord to the handcuff key suddenly dropped back into my hand. Right after that the intruder went rushing back down the stairs, much louder and faster than he'd arrived.

As quickly as I could I retrieved the handcuff key, unlocked them and got myself out of bondage. Throwing on a robe I cautiously crept downstairs, but the intruder had vanished. I locked the back door and went upstairs again.

And at that point I gave in to the incredible lust I'd been feeling all along. I jerked off and had a tremendous orgasm, spraying cum all over my corseted stomach. Then I flopped back on my bed and essentially passed out.

When I recovered I finally cleaned up the mess. The whole episode seemed almost dreamlike, I could almost have discounted it as some sort of weird hallucination ... except that my ass was sore and leaking semen.

The rest of the weekend I stayed home behind locked doors, worried that the intruder might return. I didn't look at any porn or masturbate, but at night I again found myself having vivid sexual dreams.

Scary though it was, the incident did not slacken my recently increased horniness one bit. By the following week I was watching CandiLand again, though I was too nervous to do any dressing up or anal play for several days. By the following weekend however I was once again wearing panties and using my toys while masturbating. Another week after that I felt safe enough to do a little self-bondage as well. It felt great.

As time went by my rape by the intruder felt more distant, and not as dangerous as it had seemed right afterward. When I dreamed at night I would sometimes find myself back in the same situation, but this time I would be enjoying it. Even so I continued to worry about what had happened. But despite the worry, and despite my constant use of CandiLand which was the only kind of porn that now made me feel satisfied, I once again started to get a nagging feeling that something was missing, that I needed to be doing something. A sort of tickle in my brain that wouldn't go away.

Finally, exactly five weeks after the incident, I found myself waking up on a Saturday morning determined to once again put myself in full bondage. I turned on CandiLand and after watching it for a bit I dressed up the way I had before, including the buttplug, though this time I put in my ring-gag instead of the ball one. And right before I was about to tie myself to the bench I found myself hesitantly going downstairs in my lingerie. I unlocked the kitchen door before turning and literally running back up to my bedroom.

My heart was pounding like mad. The act of unlocking the door had seemed to be an incredibly sexual, kinky act, one that had my cock drooling in my panties as I did it. I tied myself to the bench, ending by fastening on the handcuffs and taking the cord to the key into my fingers. My eyes were fixed on the computer screen and my mind was hazed with lust but on top of that I had a huge sense of expectation. My ears were straining to hear past the Candiland soundtrack.

And there it was, what some deep, secret part of me had been expecting; the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Right then I almost came. I would have, if anything had been touching my dick, but it was stiffly waving in the air below my bench.

There was no frantic attempt to get the key, not this time. The cord dangled in my limp fingers, and continued to do so until the dark, devil-masked figure opened the door and plucked it from my hands.

I moaned, a low and clearly erotic sound. Instead of remaining behind me like on the last occasion the intruder moved in front. I saw he was wearing sneakers, black pants and a black jacket. I could see his eyes through the devil mask but none of the rest of his face.

He reached down and shifted my laptop out of the way, keeping the screen angled so that I could see it if I looked to the side. Then he knelt before me and unzipped, bringing out his cock.

I stared at it, mesmerized. It was long but not very thick, circumcised, and already completely erect. He began shuffling forward on his knees, holding his cock so it was aimed directly at the ring-gag holding my mouth open.

I did not try to turn my head. I let him put it in, and tasted my first male organ.

Still in a daze I began to tongue the warm, musky rod as best I could with the gag in place, unconsciously imitating the many girls and shemales I'd watched do this in the past. After a little while the intruder began thrusting in and out. This made things more difficult for me, I quickly began gagging and fighting. He grabbed my head to hold me in place when I tried to pull away, but just a few strokes later he began to cum, filling my mouth with thick, salty sperm.

His cock was not so deep I couldn't taste it, but deep enough I had to swallow at least part of his load or choke. Naturally, that's what I did, gulping the warm creamy stuff down into my belly. The act made me feel an intense pleasure that I couldn't explain.

It wasn't long though before he finished and pulled out. We both were breathing heavily, the only sound aside from the CandiLand music.

I expected the intruder to get up and run off, but that didn't happen. Instead he repositioned the laptop directly in front of me again and moved out of my line of sight. I heard noises that sounded like he was taking his trousers off completely. A moment later I felt his hands on my rear again, rubbing my cheeks through my panties before tugging them down my legs, exposing my bare flesh as well as the plug.

He caressed and groped my nude bottom, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly mauling the soft flesh. He also spanked me hard a few times, causing me to yip through the gag. After a while he pulled the plug partway out and pushed it back in, fucking me with it for some time before he removed it completely.

Next he knelt behind me. I felt the front of his bare thighs against the back of my stockinged ones. He laid his re-stiffening rod in the cleft of my ass and began to rub it up and down, teasing both of us. I was moaning again, both wanting and fearing what I knew would happen once he was hard enough.

He was gentler this time, at least at first. The insertion was slow, an inch at a time, as if he was savoring the conquest of my helpless ass. Once he was fully inside he stopped, his groin pressed against my buttcheeks, letting me feel how deep inside me he was.

Then he started to fuck me. Short strokes at first, gradually building up to longer and longer ones until he was pulling everything but the head of his cock out of me before plunging all the way back in, driving gasps from me. His hands continued to stroke and fondle my bottom as he thoroughly fucked it. Owned it, as they say.

My own cock was as hard as his felt during all this, and I knew it was leaking. My eyes were fastened on the CandiLand images that flickered on the computer screen, shemales getting fucked in the same way I was, moaning and writhing the same way I was. My mental state was a confused mess of nerves, passion, longing, and worry why I was enjoying this so much.

This screw lasted quite a lot longer than our first time. I suspected it was due to the edge of his urgency having been taken off by the blowjob I had been forced to give him. Finally his thrusts quickened and shortened, and I knew he was near his limit. I was continuing to moan like a whore, and in my mind the sounds were egging him own, begging him to do it, to cum inside me.

He gave one last hard push and stopped, and once again I felt his hot semen fill my innermost depths.

He left his cock there for a bit before pulling out. The intruder got to his feet and put his trousers back on, and just as before dropped the cord in my hands before heading back downstairs.

Once again I rapidly drew the key to where I could seize it and unlock the cuffs. But this time I was not hurrying to untie myself, rather once my hands were free they instantly flew to my straining prick. With a few strokes I brought myself to a breathtaking orgasm, spurting my load on the floor under me.

Later I felt more ashamed than I had after the first episode. On that occasion I had been an unsuspecting and entirely unwilling victim, at least to outward appearances. This time it couldn't be denied that I had cooperated in my ravishment, that in spirit if not in physical fact I had not been raped. Like they say, you can't rape the willing.

The shame I felt did not put me off watching CandiLand, in fact it drew my attention to something I hadn't noticed before. I had been telling myself that my interest in the straight porn that CandiLand included showed that my crossdressing and anal play weren't that important, that I was just using these things as an added fillip to my basically heterosexual fantasies. Now, however, I could tell that when I was watching a woman in bondage or sucking cock or being fucked (usually up the ass in all the recent vids) I was not lusting after her, I was lusting to be her.

The turn-on I felt now when watching a woman getting fucked was solely due to my identification with her. To the thought of being taken, of submitting to a man. A real man, that is, not one like me. I wasn't becoming gay, exactly, or that wasn't how I thought of it. It wasn't that I was attracted to men as men, it was rather that I wanted men to be attracted to me, and not because I was a man but precisely because I would appear to be and act like a woman, not a man.

I suppose these thoughts must seem warped to someone who hadn't had my experiences. Just as it will seem warped that, on the very next weekend, I once again unlocked my kitchen door in expectation of the man I was now thinking of as my mysterious stranger.

But this is exactly what happened, as it continued to happen each weekend for the month after that. Every Saturday I spent part of the day tied to my bench, my mouth and ass being used to provide pleasure for my mysterious stranger. By the end of this time he was taking the gag out of my mouth so that I could better suck him off, which I was happy to do.

It's hard for me now to exactly recapture my mental state at that time. I know that the mysterious stranger seemed somehow unreal, part of my fantasies rather than an actual person. There was the way that he always arrived soon after I had tied myself up, no matter what time I did it but never at other times. That I never saw him arrive or leave except in the mirror. The fact that he never spoke a single word to me, all our communication being non-verbal. All these things contributed to the unreal feeling of the situation, but I was also in a weird, sort of disconnected head-space at the time.

I did things on my own initiative (or so I thought) that I guessed would please him. For instance, I shaved smooth, first my ass and groin, eventually my whole body. I began to give myself enemas before tying myself to the bench so that I would be "clean" for him. I started using lotion after bathing to make my skin softer for him, and I let my hair grow out so it would be longer like a woman's. I even practiced having a higher-pitched, more female-sounding moan, and soon also a feminine voice to go with that, so that I would sound more like a woman when we had sex.

But a day came when reality came crashing in. It was another Saturday, and as was now the usual case I was wearing lingerie and tied down to my bench. Today I was wearing the ring gag and, for the first time, a blindfold, having been inspired to do so by the previous night's CandiLand videos.

The blindfold meant I couldn't see the video, only hear the soundtrack playing on my laptop. This felt odd, also I seemed to be more alert and my thoughts less foggy then was usually the case at this point in the procedure. I still was anxiously anticipating the arrival of my mysterious stranger, though.

Maybe it was because I felt more alert that I could tell there was more than one set of feet coming up the stairs. I also heard low voices talking.

"So, what's this programming project you want to show me, and why's it at your neighbor's place?"

This was a young male voice I didn't recognize, and I was startled because it was right outside my bedroom door. The next voice, though, I did recognize.

"Right in here," Calvin said, and I heard the door open. "Meet Candi."

"Whoa!" the second voice gasped.

I couldn't see anything, but from the sounds there were definitely two people entering the room. I heard one of them walk around my bound form, presumably inspecting me, and I blushed.

"Is this a guy or a girl?" the unknown voice asked nervously. The sound of it made me imagine a kid much like Calvin, a socially-awkward geek.

"She's sort of in-between," Calvin said, and gave a short laugh. "But she's still pretty hot, right?"

"It's fucking freaky, that's for sure. What gives, and what does this have to do with programming?"

"It really is a programming project, dude. Human programming," Calvin replied. "Remember how we got into netstumbling way back? Well, back then I find there's this essentially open wan in my neighborhood, but of course I don't care that much because I've got my own access at home. Then more recently I decided to practice wireless hacking to see how it works, and this wan is available so naturally it's the first thing I try. Pretty soon I'm seeing everything being done over the network, also I see there's a bunch of porn being watched by whoever it is, including trap porn. So I'm curious and dig deeper, I find online orders for panties and sex toys and stuff. Now I'm really curious, I want to know who this is, and I find out it's the next door neighbor."

"So this guy's a closet fag and you blackmailed him?"

"Fuck no, shut up and listen! I've met the dude and he's not homo or anything, but he's not Mister Testosterone either and from monitoring his surfing I know see he's interested in shemales and butt-sex. I get to thinking about it and I do research into mind control techniques. Subliminal perception, binaurals, post-hypnotic suggestion, all sorts of stuff. I embed some suggestions into porn vid mashups, then I figure out an excuse to get access to his computer and I open up remote access so I can put them up on his machine."

"Doesn't the idiot think something's wrong when porn vids take over his computer?"

"I only do it when he's surfing porn anyway, and the initial suggestions include that he wants to watch the mashups, that they're the best porn ever. Man, it worked better than I thought! Soon I've got him trapping on cam for me, and ..."

"He actually camwhored for you?"

"He didn't know he was doing it. I can control the cam remotely and he's tech-illiterate, I don't think he even knows there's a webcam on his laptop."

I had, actually, but until that moment I'd never thought about it. My god, I thought, every time I dressed up and used a dildo while I was watching CandiLand Calvin could see everything I was doing! No wonder he knew whenever I tied myself up!

"I'd already picked out the name 'Candi' for her. So I start intensifying the desire to be a trap, and got her into bondage. After some effort I even got Candi to tie herself up like this. And get this, I programmed her to unlock the door so I can come in. I've fucked her multiple times now. And Candi is a her, because I've programmed her to be female."

The unknown guy laughed. "So, essentially you hacked a real life backdoor."

Calvin laughed back. "Yeah, exactly. So, what do you think? Want a visit to Candi-land?"

The other guy stopped chuckling. "I don't know, man. It's kind of weird. And gay."

"Look, you were just complaining about being a virgin, right? Well, Candi was the answer to that problem for me," Calvin argued. "And it's not gay, because Candi's not really male. Here, watch."

A warm hand touched my bottom and caressed it. I gasped, and the hand slipped down into my panties to stroke the bare shaved skin beneath, then drew nails lightly across my cheek. Despite myself I moaned through the ring-gag ... and when I did it was in my fem, 'Candi' voice.

"Shit," the unknown watcher murmured in awe. He moved closer and I could smell him, he was a bit ripe. I revised my mental picture of him; not a skinny geek like Calvin, he was one of the chubby, acned ones that hung out at comics shops and didn't shower enough.

"Go ahead, she won't bite," Calvin teased.

I groaned again through the ring-gag, this time out of hopelessness. It still must have sounded erotic to my new admirer because I heard a zipper being dragged down. The next thing I knew a rapidly-stiffening prick was being inserted through the gag.

Calvin's friend's dick was thicker but shorter than his, and tasted sour. I didn't cooperate but he had my head in a firm grip and wasn't bothered by my reluctance. Luckily he had even less stamina than Calvin did on our first time. Almost as soon as he had his dick fully in my mouth he was spurting cum.

"Oh, fuck. You fucking scumbag, you piece of shit slut, take that cock you skanky bitch, you whore," he chanted as he dumped a load onto my tongue. After a moment he sighed and withdrew, wiping his dick on my face.

"God, what a fucking cum-dump you are," he said nastily, slapping his softened cock against my cheek. Next he grabbed my hair and twisted it, hard. I yelped.

"Hey, easy there, don't hurt her," Calvin said urgently.

"Why not? She's just a trap-slut, right?" the other replied, a sneer in his voice. "Shit, we can do anything we want to her. Let's get those sex toys you mentioned and see how many will fit up her fuck-hole at once."

I was really scared and began to struggle against the bonds uselessly. It was Calvin who saved me.

"Maybe she's a slut, but she's my slut. So you play by my rules or you don't play," Calvin said.

The fat kid snorted. "Fuck you, Cal. How you gonna stop me?"

Calvin paused for a second, then: "You do realize the cam's on, and I just recorded you getting sucked off by a guy?"

The other guy released my hair and backed away suddenly. "What? No fucking way!"

"Way," Calvin asserted. "Want me to post it, send it to everybody? Titled, Brad's Big Gay Blowjob?"

"I'll tell them you've been fucking him all along," the other threatened.

"What, you believed that? I just told you that to egg you on," Calvin lied. "Besides, I've got proof of what you did on video, who are they going to believe?"

"You asshole, Cal. I thought we were best friends," the other huffed. I heard him stand up and stomp out, slamming the door as he went.

"I thought we were, too," Calvin sighed. "Not anymore, I guess."

I sensed him move, and he started to place the key in my hands. Then he stopped and took it back, only to unlock the cuffs himself.

"Sorry about that, Candi," he said. "I guess I just wanted somebody to be impressed by what a hot babe I've been doing. Man, I was such an idiot."

I didn't make a sound or move. He sighed again, more deeply. I heard him leave, then with trembling hands I untied myself and went to the bathroom to wash the bad taste out of my mouth.