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Subject: Don's Misadventure Volume I : The Kidnapping of Masculinity (Parts I-III)
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Don woke up clamped to a bed, fully dressed in a complete suit with
tie. The last thing he could remember was entering the men's room.
Had somebody been waiting for him there? He heard somebody enter the
room.
"Who's there?" he said. His voice was deep and masculine. Don had
always been a very masculine and attractive man, if not an extremely
bright one. He was a high school dropout who married and had three
children. Now he was in his mid-forties, and his hair was going salt
and pepper. Other than that, he didn't look his age. He had the
muscular frame of a much younger man. His gym was located in the
heart of the city's homosexual neighborhood, but Don had always been
oblivious to the gay men who watched him as he worked out. One time
they'd even coaxed him into wearing a blindfold while he worked out.
As he lied down pushing the dumbbell up, shirtless and sweating, the
gay men surrounding him all dropped their pants and masturbated. They
all wished they could have squirted onto him but then he would have
found them out.
"Who's there?" Don repeated. The chains tying him to the bed started
clanging as he struggled to get out. Finally the figure revealed
itself. It was a young woman who looked familiar. Don tried to place
her. He saw her at the gym almost every day. She was very
attractive, and Don had talked to and even flirted with her before.
However, he loved his wife and had always shown her absolute fidelity.
The woman took out a syringe and jammed it in to Don's arm. Before he
knew what was happening he was out cold.
He woke up now strapped in to a dinner chair. His legs were tied with
a rope to the chair's legs. His arms were tied behind the back of the
chair and his hands in particular were clasped together. Under his
armpits was a rope bounding his torso to the chair. Don was still
fully clothed and had no idea what he was doing here. Suddenly the
woman appeared. She was wearing a skimpy lingerie dress and smelled
of cheap perfume. Don got nervous and started shaking.
"Relax," she said, "this is the last time you will ever have sex with
a woman."
Don's green eyes darted over to her and he said in a sure, sexy voice,
"I'm not going to have sex with you." The idea that she could force
herself on him didn't occur to him. The lady, who had long straight
brown hair, great, long legs, and perfect firm breasts sat down on
Don's lap. He was wearing jeans which perfectly hugged his body. He
was sitting down so you couldn't see, but his ass practically fell out
of the jeans. It was a cute ass that you could reach around, grab and
let out a nice growl. He was an incredibly sexy man.
The woman rested her soft hands on Don's face. He tried to move his
head back but it kept hitting the back of the chair. He was trapped
and there was nowhere he could move his head at all. The woman let
out groans of pleasure as her fingers caressed Don's unshaven face.
He had a worried look that made him look even more delicious; that
such a masculine face was so helpless made the woman's nipples hard.
She began kissing Don and started unbuttoning his shirt. To her
amazement, he didn't have an erection yet. She was very sexy, by now
this incredibly masculine man should have been red-hot with desire.
Don was wearing a white-collar suit, the day she'd kidnapped him had
been the day Don was supposed to have anniversary dinner and
anniversary sex with his wife. Don had abstained the prior two weeks
and couldn't wait to make love to his wife. He was very horny.
Don's shirt was fully unbuttoned and the woman took it off. She was
still sitting on his lap, and her hands caressed his chest. His pecs
were clearly defined though covered with a somewhat dark hair. She
began kissing them. Don's nerves were wearing off, and he felt as
though he fight start to become aroused. He started trying to think
of something besides the incredibly sexy woman sitting in his lap
kissing his body. She now moved down to his abs, and Don knew what
was coming next. She was going to unzip his pants. He felt
completely helpless. Don started trying to kick out, and move his
hands (he couldn't flail his arms because they were tied behind him).
The woman realized that it wasn't going to happen. She would have to
move to plan B. She got off of Don's lap. "Okay," she told him,
trying to calm him down, "Okay, don't worry." She stood up and walked
behind him. She nibbled on his hear and he let out a low groan, then
she ran her fingers through his graying hair. "I'll be back in a
second," she whispered.
He didn't know how long she was gone. All Don could do was think
about his wife and the kids. And damn it, why had he spent so much
time on his body? This woman never would have kidnapped him if she
didn't want his body. Don knew he wasn't that smart; this woman just
wanted an animal to play games with and she'd chosen Don because he
had the best body.
Finally she re-entered the room and turned on the TV. She was
drinking a glass of water. Don suddenly realized that he'd probably
been missing more than a day. He was incredibly thirsty. He turned
his head, the rest of his body was locked firmly in place, and spoke
softly, "Can I have some water?"
The woman nodded and gave him the glass. She said, "You can finish
it," and Don was glad, he really was thirsty. The woman watched with
a little too much interest as the shirtless Don, his somewhat moist
chest glistening, downed the whole glass. She giggled a little bit.
It was a feminine giggle that seemed to mock him. The woman was only
in her early twenties. She was old enough to be Don's daughter, and
here he was, her powerless and pathetic love slave. She watched the
TV and ignored Don for about an hour. He realized that she was done
with him, and he'd escape as soon as she went to sleep. For the first
time since he was tied to the chair, he stopped shaking.
She turned off the TV. They were in some cheap hotel room during the
evening, and only the candlelight lit up the room. She looked
especially attractive; the flame could be seen in her eyes. She sat
on Don's lap again. He looked up at her and said firmly, "I have not
made love to you, I am not making love to you, and I will never make
love to you."
"That's what you think," the woman laughed "I slipped Viagra into your
drink." Don was horrified. The woman, even more passionately than
before, grabbed at Don. She unzipped his jeans, revealing his great
thighs and boxer briefs. She lowered the jeans to his ankles and
began kneeling down on the floor. She rested her hands on his thighs
and began kissing his crotch area. The room was hot from the candles,
Don was horny from the two-week long abstinance, the woman was
attractive, and on top of all else she had force-fed him Viagra.
Still, Don looked up at the ceiling, his eyes clenched shut, barely
but still somehow resisting her. The woman then sat back up on Don's
lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body against
her. Then, finally, she moved both hands down to Don's underwear
waistband. She pulled it down, revealing a large penis and testicles
surrounded by pubic hair. Then she grabbed Don's head and looked in
his eyes. Don hadn't asked for this woman. He was embarrassed and
degraded by her, a virtual stranger, looking at his, Don's, penis.
She hadn't yet touched it. Her arms remained around Don's neck. Her
breasts and hard nipples touched his chest. And her pelvis was
against his, though she had not yet taken him in to her.
She began kissing him passionately, and moved her breasts all around
his body. Don's pants and underwear were down to his ankles, he had
no clothes on whatsoever. Don couldn't hold it any longer. As this
attractive woman's body moved against his, he tried desperately to
move. But he couldn't. Only one part of his body would move. The
woman felt Don's penis against her pelvis area. It was moving all
over the place. As she forced kisses on him and rubbed her nipples
against his body, Don's penis began to harden against her body.
Finally she looked down at his penis. It was a large penis. It
wasn't extremely veiny, but it did have some blood vessels encircling
it. In all, it looked as toned as the rest of Don's hard body. She
slowly wrapped her left fist around it and it ceased being flaccid at
all. The penis was as erect as possible, and it was all within her
grip. Don gulped. With Don's penis in her hand, the woman continued
to kiss his face. He'd stopped trying to move his head to fight her
off. She could kiss him wherever she pleased. She planted a nice big
kiss on his lips and felt his penis throb in her fist.
Finally, the woman lowered herself onto him. He was inside of her.
She moved up and down slowly at first. Don tried not to enjoy himself
but he was breathing very heavily. She was so wet, even kind of
tight. Had this woman chosen him to deflower her? He was like an
old, masculine, manly man with a hairy chest thick biceps taking a
pure virgin. He hadn't wanted to. He felt embarrassed that his long
hard penis was being so pleased by her wet vagina. She began to
straddle him faster and harder, her arms now around his torso and her
lips on Don's neck, giving him a hickey. She would constantly run her
hands up and down his body, and Don felt like a tool who had no choice
in the matter. Finally she rested her hands on Don's muscular thighs.
He could feel it coming. He shut his eyes trying to stop the orgasm
but her hands were massaging his thighs, she was sitting on his lap,
and her breasts were at his eyelevel as she straddled hard.
Inside of her, his penis felt like it was stiffening up, bound to let
loose at any second. She felt so powerful. Don was like a slave who
had no choice but to get pleasure from her, whether he wanted it or
not. She held his face to her bare breasts. The wet ride felt better
every second. Don could feel it, it was about to happen. Finally,
the head of his penis swell and his strong, masculine, American sperm
shot in to her. He felt like he was having man juice milked out of
him, but if he complained about it later she would remind him of how
good it felt. His entire muscular body relaxed after the gigantic
load of semen shot in to the young girl. It was everything she had
hoped for and more, and the woman passionately kissed Don for his
sperm-donation. His hair was dissheveled and the whole time he had to
repress making any noises. It had felt good for both of them. She
felt as though she'd overpowered and tamed this extremely masculine
man, he was pathetic. He was big and strong but he didn't have the
willpower to resist an orgasm. For him, it had been wild sex that he
had to finally admit he'd enjoyed physically.
After Don came, the woman got off of his lap, leaving him naked. His
penis was still erect. She purposely did this to make him feel dirty.
And he was. He'd been completely used, as if his body was her
property. And it was. He didn't know what she was going to do to him
next, but he just wanted to go home.
Don had grown a stubble in his month as a captive. He was still tied
to a chair, unable to move. When he had to go to the bathroom, he
asked her and she would cuff him, then bring him to sit on the John.
She would watch while he did his business, then wipe his ass for him.
You would think this to be an unpleasant task, but with ass cheeks
like that it was a pleasure for her. With his short, manly, army cut
salt and pepper hair, it was sexy as hell to see him violated. One
time, Don woke up in the middle of the night and found her giving him
a blowjob. Just when he was about to cum, she went to bed, leaving
him horny with blue balls. One day, she came home from work in a bad
mood.
"You're stinking up this room," she said to him. "I think I'm going
to have to give you a bath." She had kept Don naked for the past
month, as a means of torture. She would constantly run her eyes over
his body, forcing him to relive her rape of him. Tonight, she cuffed
him as usual and then left the room to start drawing the bath. When
she was done, she called him in to the room and he obeyed. He had
long ago stopped trying to escape. He accepted the fact that after
she completed whatever plan this was of hers, he would be murdered.
He only wished he could have said goodbye to his wife and children.
Don sat down in the bathtub, handcuffs behind his back and fully
nude. She ran her eyes down his body. How she loved playing with her
toy. She was only 17 years old and still in high school. And she had
her very own man to play with. Unfortunately, tonight was her last
night to play with him. She'd known all along that she'd have to part
with her slave, and tonight was the night when his new owner was
taking him. She started off lathering up his chest. She moved her
hands up his neck and onto his face. She kissed him and felt him
shiver. How cute. The tough, virile man was nervous. She ran her
hand over his frame and onto his six pack. Finally, it was time to
wash her favorite organ.
She took the soap in her hands and lathered them up so they were nice
and bubbly. Then she reached in to the water with her hands and began
rubbing the area. She pulled the foreskin down and thoroughly
cleaned the inside of his cock. As she was doing this, she began to
remove her clothes. She looked in to Don's eyes. He had the most
serious, intense eyes. That's what made it so much fun to violate
him. As her left hand ran over his hardening cock, she finally said,
"Awww, the little zoo animal is getting a boner." His entire
glistening muscular frame was before her. How beautiful men looked
when they were wet. How wonderful they looked when helpless. They
really were nothing but sperm machines.
She pulled off her panties, revealing to him her genitals. For a
moment she humped herself up Don's body and rested her pussy right
over his mouth. "Eat me," she said. He didn't. The woman reached
for her knife, "Eat me or you lose your cock." Don's tongue entered
her pussy. As his tongue rubbed her clit, she began to grown. She
held in her arms his gorgeous face. When he looked up, he saw
straight to her breast. His cock became rock solid as his tongue
probed this young high school hottie. Once she came on Don's face,
she wiped it off, and moved herself down his body, right under his
cock. The woman, who was in great physical shape, lied face down
against his body. She rested her head on his chest and thrust herself
against his crotch. She scratched her face against his beard, which
had grown after weeks of not shaving. The thin, big breasted high
school student wrapped her arms against the hairy, muscular
40-something man that she had already succeeded in once raping. The
man, a father of three, was nothing more than an animal. His dick was
hard as a rock against her. But she teased him. She wouldn't let him
enter her. At that moment Don thought about nothing but sex. He
wanted to use his strong arms to force this woman against the wall,
and he wanted to violently shove his cock into her and thrust at her.
He wanted to rub himself up against her and chew on her hard nipples.
He wanted to force his mouth on to hers and shove his tongue down her
throat.
The girl stopped laying on top of Don. She balanced herself over his
crotch and ran her hands over his body. His cock was so hard that it
was now at a 90-degree angle to his body. As the woman straddled Don,
her pussy rubbing against his leg but never taking him inside of her,
he could no longer take the teasing. Don suddenly squirted, and after
a month of not having sex, it was the largest squirt of his life. He
groaned as he hit her straight in the face. Semen dripped down her
stomach. "You pervert, you let loose all over me! You don't even
have control of it, you're like an animal!" she yelled.
Suddenly the door bust open. "Freeze! This is the police." Don was
embarassed when he thought of what the police man was seeing. Here
was a respected, forty-something man lying tied up in a bathtub, his
hairy chest and muscled body exposed. Here was that man lying down
with the hardest, largest erection physically possible, with an
attractive high school student sitting over him with giant amounts of
semen running down her naked body. The police man picked up the woman
off of Don. "You're under arrest for this man's rape," the police man
said, while cuffing her. Don breathed a sigh of relief, although to
hear it called rape embarrassed him further.
The woman was led out of the room and the police officer returned a
few minutes later. The police officer leaned over the tub. "You're
going to be just fine," the police oficer assured Don. Don kept
picturing what had just occured over and over, and his erection
remained. The man was bent over the tub, as the shameful Don kept
sporting a huge erection. The man reached under Don and set his arms
free, then moved to Don's legs to set them free. However, as the man
moved his hands to untie Don's legs, he accidentally bumped his elbow
into Don's erection. Don couldn't wait for this to be over. Finally,
all four limbs were free. However, Don couldn't move them.
"Don't try to move," said the police officer. "You haven't moved
those limbs in months, of course they don't work." The man put his
hands on Don's sides, and Don was once again being touched by a
stranger. Sure, this one wasn't raping him, but Don still felt like
he was being violated. The man picked Don's body out of the bath tub
and stood Don up. Don's wet, hairy, muscular body rested against the
police officer's, front to front. Don was still thinking about the
sex, although he was trying to think about baseball. And yet the
erection wouldn't go away. He wondered if he'd once again been given
viagra. His erection grinded into the policeman's crotch. His head
rested on the policeman's shoulder, and the policeman picked Don up by
grabbing Don's beautiful, muscular ass cheeks.
The Police Officer carried Don in to the car and put him in the back
seat, still naked. As the car drove away, Don began to wonder about a
few things. Why hadn't the woman protested when the policeman
arrested her? And if Don was in the back of the police car, where was
the woman? Furthermore, the woman had once said that she would be the
last woman Don ever had sex with. What did she mean by that? And why
was Don naked and wet in the back of a police car? Why hadn't he been
offered clothes? Don didn't know where he was going but he didn't
think it was home.....
Don woke up in a wheelchair. He could move his arms and legs freely;
he was not bound to anything. Unfortunately he had clearly been so
heavily sedated and therefore could not even move his neck left to
right. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. Don was now
clean-shaven, and his hair had been trimmed short. He had been in
captivity for 10 months now away from his family. First the hairy,
muscular, Italian beast had been tied up and raped by a voluptuous,
pure, high school virgin; his semen milked out of him. Then she had
given him nothing for months in a row, and finally, given him a bath
where she used her small, delicate hands to caress his rugged physique.
Extremely horny after months of no sex, and erect due to the amazing
body of the innocent teenager in the tub with him rubbing her large
breasts against his mature body, Don developed a raging hard on and
came all over her body. Finally a police officer had arrived, although
Don would later realize he was corrupt. That was October 2004.
Now it was February 2005 and Don awoke without any memories of the
previous 4 months. As far as he knew, it was still October 2004. He
was only conscious for a minute before a doctor entered the room.
"Hello Don," said the female doctor. She was around 40 years old
and had red hair. She wasn't unattractive. "You are a very virile
man, let me say." She sat on his lap, but because he was still numb
he felt nothing. Now the doctor rubbed her face against Don's.
"Oh, you're clean-shaven and still I get scratched. What a man you
are. I could lift up that sweatshirt and rub your hairy abs. I'll
bet they're rock solid, aren't they? But I'm not going to,
because I'm a lesbian and I hate men. All that I've ever wanted to
do is hurt them. And now I'm going to."
"please...," Don desperately mumbled, "I have a family."
"Oh, does the poor wittle manwy man have a famiwy?" the redheaded
doctor teased? She moved her fingers to his jean zipper and slowly
began pulling it toward her. Don began to panic. So far he'd been
raped and humiliated but at least he'd had hopes of living a normal
life and forgetting all about it when he returned home. If she cut off
his penis, then he'd never have the hope of living a normal life
again. He'd have to tell everyone his embarrassing story. How would
people respect him when they learned that a 17-year old girl forced a
middle-aged extremely well-built man to have sex with her? They'd
think of him as a sperm dispensing animal who deserved to have his
penis chopped off if he couldn't control it himself.
Don tried desperately to move his arms or his legs as his pants were
pulled down and lowered to his ankles. He couldn't do it. It was
almost like he wasn't in control of his own body; it was almost like
the messages he was giving to his brain were being overruled by the
messages of somebody else. Finally, his pants were off and his manhood
hung out in all its glory. The woman grabbed Don's penis.
"You have quite an impressive penis," she said. "It is really
long, you must be very proud of yourself. It must be embarrassing
whenever you get an erection." Speaking of which, Don felt one
coming on. Not only was it not an arousing situation, but Don could
feel no other body part. He knew now that his body was being
manipulated by some outside force, and the burly man with his broad and
hairy chest, and thick neck with veins bulging out of them, and loins
in which any gay man or straight woman would love to bury their face
was, for once, not in control.
Finally, the doctor revealed her weapon of choice, taking out a
scalpel. If Don could move, he'd be shaking. The redhead flashed a
maniacal grin as she took her scalpel and broke through Don's
foreskin. She didn't go deeper, and only proceeded to carve around.
Don stared down at his rock-solid, veiny, manly penis, from which 3
children had been created. Now it was bleeding. Don liked his penis
just the way it was, but before he knew it, she had carved all the way
around and was now slicing up the shaft in order to make it peel off
more easily. Blood was everywhere. Don hoped that it wouldn't
become infected. Enough had changed down there already without a
penile infection ruining him forever.
Finally, all of Don's beautiful foreskin was gone, and the redhead
laughed like an insane person. "You want this?" she asked,
pointing to the bloody piece of skin that had once helped Don in being
such an irresistible love-machine. Don was angry and he began
breathing faster. His face contoured into a look of disgust. "First
you were milked, now you've been cut down to size," said the
doctor. "Face it," she said. "Just because you've got big
biceps and a hairy chest; just because you're 6 foot 2 inches;
doesn't mean you're so tough." And then she spit in Don's
face. Feeling helpless, he let out a groan and a tear rolled down his
face.
"Put it back on," he pleaded. The redhead shook her head, and
threw the bloody remains of Don's beautiful foreskin into the
fireplace on the opposite side of the room. Now he'd never have it
back. The redhead wrapped up Don's bloody member in a bandage,
pulled his underwear and jeans up, and from the outside you'd never
know anything about Don had changed. He was still the handsome,
muscular guy with the crew cut and extremely kissable lips. He was
still the guy that you wanted to take you in his powerful arms and fuck
the shit out of you. At the moment, however, he had no power, and was
reduced to the baby with a boo-boo being cleaned up by mommy.
"My job is finished," said the redhead. She took some lipstick
out of her purse and put it on. Now she left a great big kiss on
Don's face before leaving. He felt so dirty.
Don felt no physical pain, and hoped to blackout already so he could
move on to the next embarrassment. He had no such luck. His rapist
reentered the room. "Hello, Don! I've missed you these past four
months," she declared happily. "You're the only man I ever made
love to, and I accomplished my mission with you. I didn't plan to
fall in love with you, though."
"Please," Don pleaded. "Leave me alone."
"No can do," the teenager responded. "There's someone who
wants to meet you." The teenager left the room and reentered,
carrying a baby. "This is our daughter, Don. This is the life you
created when you deposited your semen in me."