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St: The Midnight Visitor (M/M, bondage, strap, shave, sex, nc)
The following story is fiction. It contains scenes of gay sex,
male domination, spanking and shaving. If such subjects are
offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child)
please leave now.
In the magazine Bound and Gagged (http://www.boundandgagged.com/)
#76 was a story to complete. The start was told in the first
person by a man who had placed a personal ad. He had several
interesting responses and was expecting a phone call from one of
the respondents, Zeke, after he returned home that evening. As
he was entering his house at midnight, a gun was pressed to his
neck. Once inside, the intruder had him strip to his briefs and
took him up to his bedroom at gun point. There after handcuffing
him got him on his knees and then blindfolded him, although he
could peek a little.... it suddenly became apparent that this
wasn't a normal robbery. I continue the story from there in the
first person.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is
prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are
permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con,
including constructive criticism, and suggestions.
The Midnight Visitor
By
Y. Lee Coyote
My visitor stepped forward, kicked my legs apart and pushed me
back so that I was sitting on my heels. He jabbed my basket with
his toe -- fortunately relatively gently -- but still hard enough
for me to know that he could easily have me writhing in agony in
a second should he so chose. He pulled my head forward, pressing
it against his groin. I could feel his hard cock pressing up
through his black 501's. The pheromones of his musk coming
through the openings of his button fly into my nose as he ground
his groin in to my face aroused me.
He chuckled as he pressed with his foot at my rod, now steel hard
flat up against my belly and sticking out of the waistband of my
briefs. "I see that you are saluting me, fag boy." he sneered.
Damn fuckin' right, Sir, I thought. This stud is after more than
just my stereo and VCR. Then a weird thought brought a smile to
my face: If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it. But how did
he know that I was a gay, bondage bottom?
"What the fuck are you smiling about, fag boy? You looking
forward to my ramming my MAN ROD down your fag throat and up your
fag butt, boy?"
I bowed my head and remained silent. I was sure the less I said,
the better. I certainly did not need to encourage him or, worse,
make him mad. I hoped that he did not want an answer. He
didn't.
He put a half hood over my head and pulled the cloth blindfold
off. He laced it tight. I no longer could even see if it was
light or dark.
"Open my pants, faggot."
I raised up until my mouth found his belt. I pulled at it with
my teeth and got the end free. Then to the side to release the
hook thing (what the hell is that called anyway) and separated
the ends. The top button was the hardest to undo. The other
four opened easily until I had all five open. I took of deep
sniff of his crotch and sat back even more aroused. In other
circumstances I would have started licking the treats hidden
behind the thin cotton cover but not now.
I heard him pulled his belt out of his jeans. He snapped it with
a loud crack. Then he let the end fall down on my back. The
message was clear. I had better obey or else. I waited.
He pushed my head down to the floor and held it in place with his
ankles. I felt the belt again, this time on my butt. Then the
belt hit hard on my left butt check and seconds later on the
right cheek. He hit hard and I yelped. He gave me three more on
each side just as hard.
"Just so that you know, slave." Then the belt came down right in
the middle, mercifully gently; right on my crack; right on my ass
hole and the tip on my sack. He apparently wanted to be
absolutely, positively sure that the message got through. He
shifted a bit and barked another order.
"Get my briefs down, boy."
I sat up and leaned forward. I found the waistband and bit down
on it. I pulled down and after the band stretched to its limit
they started to slip down. It took several tries but soon they
were down about his knees. As I was doing this I bumped his
rampant man rod several times. He did not complain and I was not
going to even if had been safe to do so. I went back to my rest
position and awaited further orders. I did not have to wait
long.
"Lick my balls, boy." he snapped. I did so and even sucked them
into my mouth. Part of me wanted to bite the fucker's balls off
but I knew that he would retaliate and certainly do the same to
me and then some. I just hoped he was not going to harm me. It
is pretty hard to fight when you're handcuffed and totally
blinded by a hood. I just hoped I could keep him happy.
Evidentially, I was at least for now, for he told me that I could
have the great privilege of sucking his fuck pole. As it
happens, I did want to but I really don't think that he was
giving me a real choice. I released his balls and took his cock
into my mouth. It was rock hard and dripping come. I sucked it
up and down; right to left; down and up, and left to right. He
was muttering that I was a good little cock sucking slave. I
loved the nectar it was oozing
Without warning he grabbed hold of my head and adjusted the
position so that only the head of his ramrod was in my mouth and
held it still. I could feel that he was adjusting his internal
plumbing to give me a gift. I prayed that he was not infected as
he started to fill my mouth with his piss. "Don't get the rug
wet or you lick it up, boy." I swallowed the first mouth full
and kept pace with him. When he was finished he had me suck him
some more this time blasting his first load deep into me. He was
so deep in my throat at the time so I never got to taste it.
As dangerous as this all was I was still rock hard and dripping.
He teased my balls with his toe and proclaimed that I seemed
quite happy. He make me lean forward so that I was in the kowtow
position again with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I
heard him remove his clothes. Then he put a steal chain about my
neck and I heard the lock snap closing the ring of steel.
"STAND UP!" he commanded. I stood up and he ripped my briefs
off. He handled (roughly) my cock (very hard and dripping) and
balls (very full). "Not bad -- for a fag slave." he said
condescendingly. He wrapped a cock ring around the base of my
package and hooked a leash to it.
I wondered if this could be Zeke who had decided to surprise me
with a visit rather than call. We had discussed my fantasies
including that of being a prisoner. Perhaps one of the other
respondents to the ad who had my address. Or is this some sort
of rapist homophobe.
"You don't mind a few pictures, slave boy?" he asked mockingly as
I heard the click of a camera. I remand silent.
He led me to the kitchen by the leash where he helped himself to
a beer. He even offered me one which I declined. Actually, I
figured that I already had one that he had brought. We returned
upstairs and stopped in the bathroom. He forced me to piss and
then took me back to the bedroom.
He had me sit in the middle of my bed and started to tie me down.
He wrapped rope around each ankle about five times and then tied
it to the bed frame. The he pushed me down flat on my back. The
handcuffs dug into my back and I reacted to the pain with a yell.
"You better behave yourself when I remove them, Boy."
"Yes, sir." I answered. Not that I could do anything with my
legs bound to the bed and hooded.
"Open your mouth, boy." I did and he stuck a rubber ball into it
and tied the restraining rope behind my head. Only then did he
removed the hand cuffs. I left my hands in place not to anger
him. It worked.
"You may rub your wrists, slave." I did so and tried to get the
kinks out of my arms.
"Spread-eagle slave." I laid back and extended my arms to the
corners of the bed. Again he wrapped his soft rope about each
limb and tied me to the bed frame. I was as helpless as I
possible could be. I wondered if I could have fought back at the
very beginning. I certainly could not now. Would I ever get out
of this? What did this burglar really want?
"Can you smile?" he asked. I tried to smile. It did not please
him. He started to tickle me. First my feet; then by stomach
and under my arms. I could not help myself and started to laugh.
"Oh, that so much better, boy. I like my slaves happy and
laughing. Now you just keep thinking happy thoughts boy." I
heard him walk out of the room and return a few minutes later.
He sat down on the bed and started to caress me. He began at my
toes and worked up to my head. He played with my package quite a
bit and tugged at my pubes. He played with my chest in a similar
manner. He placed tit clamps on me. Finally, he stroked my
face and noted that I needed a shave. I immediately though of
the "Demon Barber of Fleet Street". Would I end up in a meat
pie? Fortunately, as is obvious from the fact that I wrote this,
that was not the case. Then I heard the clipper being turned on.
The moustache clipper that I use to trim my sideburns and neck
between visits to the barber and keep in the bathroom medicine
cabinet. I was going to lose some hair. I guess that should
have been obvious from the beginning for everyone knows that
neither boys nor slaves have hair; only free men have hair.
He cleared the forests in my armpits first. A mere half dozen
passes in each with the clipper removed all traces of the lush
growth. Then he clipped my chest -- the only other part of my
body to have significant hair beside my pubes. This took longer
because the growth was spread out. I would be seeing my bare
chest tomorrow (if I lived) for the first time in years.
The cock ring was unsnapped. The clipper pressed just below my
navel and started destroying the virgin forest that extended all
the way to my asshole and beyond. I felt like a rain forest
being leveled. Would I recover? Back and forth the hungry
clipper went; clear cutting it all. Everyone in the gym would
know. He then proceeded to the rougher terrain about the base
down to my balls. He handled everything, pulled the skin taut so
that he could get my sack.
I remained rock hard through all this horror. Was I really
enjoying it or was it his handling the caused me to rise to the
occasion.
He went to the bathroom again and when he returned, I heard a
chair being shifted. He untied my ankles and raised my legs up
on his shoulders. I could feel him rub some lube on my butt
hole. I hoped that he would finger me first before ramming his
great shaft in. I certainly could not take it otherwise. He was
kind and loosened me up quite a bit and then rammed his shaft
deep into me. My yell was stiffed by the ball gag but then he
gave me a chance to adjust before fucking me. He was in total
control and he pumped vigorously in and out . I knew I was close
as he kept hitting my prostate with his shaft. It was enough to
cause me to shoot over my check and even splatter my face with my
come.
He remained hard and in me. He let my legs drop to the sides and
moved up so that my middle was supported by his legs. My freshly
clipped pubes were right in his lap. I was hit there with a wet
rag and then covered with shaving cream. "You better be very
still, boy unless you want to lose more than just hair. I froze
as he ran his straight razor over my pubes and package that he
had clipped a littler earlier. He was completing the process of
turning me into a boy. His hairless, fucked, collared slave boy.
Then he dried me off and finished fucking me, exploding deep in
my guts with a huge load that seem to come in a dozen spurts. He
then with drew from my (his ?) butt and removed the ball gag. He
had me lick and suck his cock clean.
He tied my legs together above the knee and at the ankles and
fasten them to the bed before wrapping some rope about my waist.
Then he tied my forearms to the waist rope and lengthen the rope
restraining my legs to the bed. He removed the hood and gag. He
cuddled up with me holding me tightly like I was his boy.
I soon fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. I felt secure even
those I was the captive of a stranger in my own house.
I did not awake until midmorning. I was alone and still bound.
I called out but there was not response. Evidentially my captor
has left me. In the light that dimly light the room I worked to
untie myself. Surprisingly this did not take very long. I
realized that I was ok provided that there was not any infection
that I picked up from him in the unsafe activities. I made my
way to the bathroom and looked at myself. I was hairless as a
twelve year old boy and there was a chain locked about my neck.
The lock was cheap and I knew that I could remove it easily.
I looked about the place and saw that my stuff had not been
ripped of; at least not the usual stuff like the stereo, computer
and VCR. The new message light was my answering machine. It was
from Zeke telling me that something came up and he would get back
to me in a day or two.
Stuck to the refrig was a note:
slaveboy --
Leave the collar on and shave your pubes twice
a week if you want to see me again. Don't
change your daily routines.
MASTER
Obediently I left the chain on and kept my pubes shaved as he had
ordered for the three weeks before he called me again.
The End
(C) Copyright A.I.L., March 31, 2000
Your comments are appreciated.
Y.
Valid return address is <YLeeCoyote@Juno.com>
(Posting address is for the spammers)
See my stories at:
http://www.geocities.com/yleecoyote1938/
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