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Beach Weekend - Part 4
So Cary wanted to see me again after the beach weekend was over. I hadn't planned on that, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to do it.
On the one hand, he was maybe the hottest guy I'd ever met: a great lean athletic body, a handsome face, an amazing sex drive and no inhibitions. On the other hand it seemed like perhaps he was looking for some kind of relationship and I definitely wasn't.
It was the classic battle between my dick and my brain. Guess which one won.
Two weeks after our fun at the beach we had dinner together. Cary told me a lot about himself. He was a lacrosse player at college, had done a little modeling for some local companies and read at least one book not related to school every week. He joined a fraternity his first year of college but later dropped out because it took too much time away from his studies. He'd always been attracted to older guys, he said. The problem was not many of them shared his "friskiness." They weren't willing to push the envelope on sex the way he liked. His parents didn't have a lot of money, and he was determined to succeed. Sexually he described himself as being a true submissive, virtually without limits, always wanting a bigger thrill. Based on our time at the beach, I knew he was telling the truth about that.
"Doesn't it worry you that you could get into a scene that gets out of control?" I asked. "Some people just don't know when to stop."
He reached across the table and took my hand, squeezing it tightly. "For a long time I've been looking for a handsome older guy who would help me live out my fantasies of being dominated but wouldn't let anything really bad happen. When I saw you in the coffee shop I knew you might be the strong, confident man I needed. I thought you could be my perfect partner."
Right then the waiter brought our food, which was probably lucky, because after hearing Cary say all that I was ready to throw him on the floor of the restaurant and fuck him right there. For the rest of dinner we talked about my business, the successes and problems we were having, and Cary actually had a few good ideas for me. By the end of the night I found myself much more fond of him than I ever expected to be. I invited him to come to my house the next Friday to spend the night. He quickly accepted.
We said goodbye on the sidewalk. I gave him a hug and immediately he sealed his lips over mine and gave me a stunning kiss. Not everyone on the sidewalk approved. I could have cared less.
The next Friday night Cary came over at 8 o'clock, exactly on time. I pulled him into the living room and handed him a glass of wine. We sat on the sofa and made small talk for a few minutes, but Cary wasn't much interested in talking. Quickly he unbuttoned the top three buttons on my shirt and slid his hand inside, rubbing my chest and my pecs and my nipples. Before very long we were in my bedroom.
"Look in my backpack," Cary said after I pushed him onto the queen sized bed. I did, and found the handcuffs.
"Use them," he said. "Cuff me to the bed and breed me."
We set a world land speed record for getting naked. Cary had shaved his chest and his pubes and looked phenomenal. Edible is an even better way to put it. Without any help from me he laid out on the bed, put his arms over his head on the slats of the headboard and said, "Cuff me daddy."
Seconds later he was secured and helpless. I tickled him a little - I knew he hated that - then nibbled on the inside of his thighs, his navel and his nipples. When he was good and hard I sat on his chest and slapped him on the mouth with my rock hard cock. He tried desperately to catch it in his mouth but I denied him the pleasure until I was good and ready, then shoved my entire dick in his mouth in one forceful motion. He gagged a little but soon was deep-throating me like a pro.
That did not last long. My dick can only stand so much of Cary's mouth before it wants to fire off massive loads of cum, and I didn't want to cum in his mouth, so I pulled out, threw his athletic legs over my shoulders and began licking his balls. Gradually I went lower until I had my tongue on the tight rim that guarded the entrance to his boy pussy. It's hard to know who was more excited - Cary or me.
"Fuck me daddy," he said. "Ram your big dick into my boy hole."
I leaned over to the night stand, opened the drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube.
"No," he said. "Just like this. I want it as raw as it can be."
I had no problem with that, and lined my cock up against his hole. The rim offered only a little opposition as the extra-large head of my dick penetrated him. In just moments I was all the way in.
"Oh my god," Cary moaned. "This feels fucking incredible. Your fat cock is the best thing I've ever had up my ass. I need it so bad. Please fuck me as hard and as long as you can."
Steadily I pumped my dick into his tight ass, which sucked me in like a vacuum cleaner. I was afraid I wouldn't last long when suddenly we heard the sound of breaking glass in another part of the house. I turned around in time to see a man standing at the bedroom door with a gun that was pointed directly at me.
"Get off the bed you fucking faggot," the intruder said as he pulled a chair from the desk by the door.
My cock had already gone limp and fell quickly out of Cary's ass. The gunman pointed to the chair and told me to sit in it and not say a word. Shaking almost uncontrollably, I did as he said. The man reached into a bag, which I was sure he would soon use to carry away as many valuables as he could find, and pulled out two long strands of rope. With one of them he tied my chest to the back of the chair. I put up a little resistance, but the one time I came close to getting free he reached up and slugged me in the face, drawing blood on my lip. With the other he tied my legs to the chair's legs, leaving me completely immobilized. Cary watched helplessly, squirming away at the handcuffs which of course were locked securely, just like he had wanted.
Once I was secured raw burglar moved toward my bed where Cary was laying helplessly. "My my," he said. "What a pretty boy. I only fuck girls, but you're pretty enough to be a girl."
"Leave him alone," I shouted. "The boy can't hurt you. Just take whatever it is you want and leave."
"Maybe one of the things I want is his cunt," the intruder said. "But what i definitely want is for you to shut your fucking mouth." Then he took off his belt, doubled it up and slapped me hard across my bare chest five times with it. "Another word from you and you'll get messed up good."
I tried kicking my legs and wriggling my arms, but it was no use. I looked at Cary and saw he was in tears. We were totally at this jerk's mercy.
"I interrupted you and this pussy boy when you were about to fuck," he said as he pulled down his pants. "I know you wouldn't want your guest to feel unwelcome, so maybe I should finish that for you."
"NO, please don't," Cary said. "He's the only one who can have sex with me."
The intruder doubled up his belt again and lashed Cary across his naked chest ten times. I grimaced with each swat, furious that I couldn't protect Cary when he needed it most. I watched in horror as the intruder, with his pants down around his knees and his hard cock poking through his underwear the burglar mounted my boy. he went all the way to the bottom in one stroke. Cary screamed. I could do nothing but watch.
The burglar took his time with the fucking. I'd be guessing how long it lasted, maybe 15 minutes, but eventually he announced he was ready to cum.
"I'm going to shoot my baby-makers into your boy pussy. Got a lot stored up so this may get you pregnant. But you're a whore so you'd love that."
More than anything I wanted to get him off Cary. I tried pushing the chair over to the bed where I could maybe help my boy, but the chair hardly moved. Cary was kicking the burglar with his feet trying to get him to stop. It just made the creep laugh.
After he came the thief sat on Cary's stomach. "You were a good fuck boy, better than my old lady. And look at these pretty nipples," he said as he grabbed them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, at first pinching them and then twisting them viciously. "You like having your titties played with, boy?"
Cary wouldn't answer, so the burglar twisted his nips even harder. They were usually a light pink, but I could see the the pulling and twisting a had made his nipples bright red and hard. His dick was hard too, betraying him at the worst moment.
"Yeow," Cary yelled when the twisting got to be too much. "Please let go of my nipples. You can do whatever you want to me. Just please let go of my nipples."
"Anything?" the intruder said as he twisted again.
"Anything," Cary said. "Just please let go."
The burglar let go,causing Cary to sigh deeply. But the relief did not last long. The intruder reached for the bag he'd brought into my bedroom and pulled out a small box.
I was still desperately trying to break the bonds that held me to the chair, and although they were a little looser I was nowhere near being able to get out. I was able to move the chair to give me a good view of what was happening on the bed, and it shocked me. I screamed at the burglar to stop, to leave Cary alone and that I'd give him anything he wanted. He ignored me.
The creep opened the small box and took out a jar filled with a clear liquid that smelled like rubbing alcohol. With a cloth he rubbed some of the substance over Cary's right nipple. Next he pulled out a clamp, which he placed over Cary's right nipple. Then he got out a needle. I knew by that time what the burglar had in mind and I was desperate to stop him, but I still couldn't get out of the chair.
"Leave him alone god damn it," I screamed. "He's done nothing to you. Get away from my boy."
"Your boy is a real submissive little bitch, and he needs to be marked like one," the burglar said as he held the needle up for both of us to see. Cary was straining furiously on the bed, trying to get free or at least roll onto his stomach to protect his nips, but he couldn't move. I watched as the needle pierced the tip of his hard nipple, then gasped as the deviant burglar stuck a ring through the newly made hole. Cary was pounding his legs in an incredible pain.
"There," the burglar said. "Now you look like the cunt you are."
Cary was crying from the pain. I was red in the face from yelling and straining to get free.
Pleased with his work, the burglar put his little box on the night stand and stood up beside the bed. He looked down at Cary and said, "I wish I could stay here and ring your other tit, but it's time for me to start filling this bag with goodies. He started to turn away but then climbed back on the bed, knelt over Cary and said, "I need to piss, cunt. And as long as you are here there's no need for me to go all the way to the bathroom."
Cary managed to burrow his head under the pillow just in time to avoid the piss stream. The burglar started to lift the pillow, intending to soak my boy. I spoke up.
"OK Max, that's enough," I said. "You've given him what he wanted."
Max stood up, walked over to the chair and untied me. "That was a hot scene," he said. "I hope Cary liked it. He's a beauty."
With that the "burglar" put on his clothes and left. I thanked him and said we'd talk later in the week.
Cary was in shock. "You planned this whole thing for me?" he asked.
"Sunday night at the beach you talked in your sleep," I told him. "Your dream was being tied up in bed and raped by a stranger who pierced your nipple. Max is an old actor friend who loves role play like this. I hope he satisfied you." I unlocked Cary's hands and tossed the cuffs on the floor beside the bed.
Cary sat up on the bed, still shaking a little. I sat beside him. Suddenly he looked at me and smiled, then took me in his arms and hugged me so tightly I had trouble breathing. He pulled my mouth to his and gave me the longest and most passionate kiss I've ever enjoyed.
"That was the most wonderful thing anybody ever did for me," he said. "Make love to me, Jim. No role play, no fucking. Make love to me."
What followed was, by far, the best sex of my life. And I knew there was much more to come.