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From: an482900@anon.penet.fi (DavidsBoy)
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Date: Mon, 29 Jan 1996 13:14:47 UTC
Subject: Darkness (B/B  - m/m- -  NC)
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Something My boyfriend wrote for me!!! Comments Welcome!!

Darkness

	It was a darker night than normal.  Usually nights in the city were best 
described as 'half-days', especially in the "city that never sleeps".  However 
tonight was an exception.  The darkness borne of having no moonlight at all 
was heightened by the driving snowfall that seemed to want to drown out what 
little light and warmth the few buildings and street lights could produce.  It 
was peaceful and quiet, in an eerie sort of way.
	Justin was a little more tired than normal.  He hadn't slept well the night 
before, which was due, in part, to the fact that he was sleeping alone for the 
first time in months (and also due to the big dinner he had, followed by an 
even bigger dessert).  His boyfriend, David, was out of town-- down south 
visiting family--and Justin kept reaching for him all night long, only to find 
a cold spot and an empty pillow.  His readiness to sleep tonight was also 
helped by the fact that he had gotten no rest all day, between working on ads 
for his business, shoveling foot upon foot of snow, and taking care of his 
grandmother.  All this combined to make Justin's eyelids want to fall as 
heavily and as quickly as the white flakes that went on burying the city.
	Justin took some comfort in knowing that David would be home tomorrow 
morning.  Even after talking to his sweetheart on the phone earlier in the 
evening, Justin was still a little lonely, so he did what he could to bring 
himself comfort--mixed up a cup of steaming, sweet hot chocolate, went into 
David's room and slipped into one of his pairs of white Calvin Klein 
boxer-briefs and a gray half-T-shirt, and curled up under his "comfortable" on 
the couch-bed to watch T.V.  Halfway into his favorite show, and halfway 
finished with the hot chocolate, Justin was sound asleep.
	His dreams were quite erotic that night, and strangely real.  He dreamt he 
was laying by a river in a soft, green carpet of spring grass while a cool 
breeze caressed his body.  The branches of the willow tree he lay under slowly 
played over his skin--lightly and gently caressing him, almost in a human way. 
 Running their leaves across his chest and stomach and thighs and arms, the 
trees tickled him in a pleasant way.  Soon, however the breeze seemed colder, 
bringing goosebumps to his exposed flesh.  He tried to reach out and find 
something to cover himself with when he realized that the sinuous branches had 
somehow wrapped themselves around his wrists.  He rolled over to try to see 
why they bound him so tightly, but everything was dark.  While on his stomach, 
he felt the same binding tug of the branches on each of his ankles, pulling 
outward and forcing his legs apart.  The realness of the feeling was intense, 
accompanied by a feeling of vulnerability and fear.  Suddenly Justin realized 
it wasn't a dream, and he opened his eyes to find that his wrists were in fact 
bound to one corner of his bed, and although he couldn't twist his neck to 
see, he felt his ankles tied tightly to the opposite corners.  He saw movement 
from the corner of his eye, and turning his head he saw a figure all in black, 
crossing the room to close the window that was letting in the winter cold.  
Justin knew that this was no joke or dream, and he was instantly afraid.
	After closing the window, the dark, silent stranger approached Justin again 
and simply stood above the spread-eagled youth, looking at his skin in the 
moonlight that was able to leak in the room.  
	Justin pleaded with the dark man. "I don't know who you are or what you want, 
but just don't hurt me.  I'll give you money, my stuff, anything... just... 
just don't hurt me, OK?"  Justin wanted so badly to scream, but the last thing 
he wanted to happen was for his sleeping grandmother to be alarmed, come into 
the room, and be put in danger herself.  He tried to twist his wrists and legs 
free when suddenly a hand shot out from the darkness and covered his mouth.  
Justin gasped and froze solid.  "You'll give me what I want all right, boy, 
but it ain't your fuckin' money" the stranger whispered strongly.  "I've 
watched your ass for days, and you were just beggin for it to be had--so I'm 
here now to have it."
	Justin still was disoriented from his sleep, but he was starting to get a 
fairly good idea of what the stranger wanted, and under other circumstances, 
he may have been more receptive.  Justin, by his own admission, loved to get 
fucked.  His boyfriend David fucked him hard and long on almost a daily basis, 
and Justin still liked to play with his favorite dildo from time to time.  
Justin loved getting fucked, but this situation seemed different--he knew this 
stranger was going to take what he wanted, and he could do absolutely nothing 
to stop him.  His fear was compounded by the fact that he couldn't fight... he 
was bound and helpless and he just then noticed that in the process of tying 
him up, the silent stranger had removed his underwear as well.  Now he was 
naked, tied up face down on his bed in the darkness with a horny man getting 
ready to take his ass whether he wanted to let him or not.
	The stranger laid on top of him and Justin began to struggle again, a little 
harder this time.  The binding the stranger had used was strong and felt a 
little like heavy tape, so Justin knew he didn't stand much of a chance of 
working free, but he writhed anyway.  The stranger simply pressed his body 
down on the boy's harder, rubbing his dark clothing against the youth's 
smooth, white skin.  The stranger wore black jeans and shoes, a black shirt 
and even a face mask to conceal his identity from his victim.  He now ground 
his still clothed hardon down against Justin's bare ass and humped up and down 
a few times to remind the boy what was to come.  Justin slowed his struggle, 
because no matter how helpless he felt, the feeling of the man's erect dick 
pressing through the jeans and against his ass felt so damn good.  The 
stranger wedged his legs between Justin's and knelt upright over the boy, 
giving him a perfect view of his waiting ass and back and neck.  The stranger 
unzipped his jeans and released his straining cock, hard and dripping with 
precum.  He also wore a thick black leather belt, which he slipped off from 
around his waist as he stroked his stiff cock.  He looped the end of the belt 
through the buckle and leaned forward again, this time pressing his bare dick 
against the boy's smooth butt.   As he slipped the looping belt over Justin's 
head and around his neck, he whispered in his ear "You're gonna love my cock 
buried deep in your ass, and you're gonna beg me to cum inside you, got it?"  
Justin, now driven more by lust than fear, was able to moan a soft "Yes" to 
the stranger's command.  The thick leather strap tightened slightly around his 
neck as the stranger pulled back.... "Yes what, boy?"    Justin whispered 
"Yes, sir"   "That's better" said the man, and loosened the belt just a bit.
	The stranger stuck his hand in Justin's face and commanded him to spit in it. 
 Not sure why, but not wanting to disobey, Justin complied and spit as the man 
asked.  He heard the stranger rubbing the saliva on his thickening dick and 
Justin began to realize that that was all the lube he was going to get.  "I've 
got something better for that under the bed", offered Justin, but the stranger 
quickly tugged the belt and replied "I bet you do, fuck-boy, but I'm gonna do 
you with your own fucking spit and you're gonna feel it every inch of the 
way."  With that the stranger eased his dickhead down and against Justin's 
puckered ass.
	Justin tried to relax his ass as much as possible, but the stranger had him 
so shaken and turned on at the same time that all he felt was the thick, 
swollen head of what he knew was a beautiful cock parting his outer ring of 
ass muscle.  He knew this man was going to screw him so good, and he wanted to 
feel it all, but this guy wasn't going to fuck nice.  He was going to fuck 
hard and rough, and Justin could already feel that full feeling he loved so 
much.  "Do it slow, please" Justin whispered, and the belt pulled backwards, 
causing him to gasp "Please, sir"    The stranger shot back "That's it... you 
beg for my fucking dick, BOY" and he shoved in another inch.  Justin gasped 
again from the fullness in his ass.  Justin tried to pull away in spite of his 
ties, but the man simply grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down, 
forcing another agonizingly beautiful inch to slide inside the boy's body.  
"That's it.... feel me inside you.   Tighten your ass and milk it, boy.   Ride 
me.  Let me rape that tight ass of yours.  So good.  So fucking good." the 
stranger spoke lower and more commanding now.  Justin's struggle turned into 
submission as he tried to push his ass up and back against the fat dick.  He 
wanted it all inside him, filling him up and stretching his insides.
	"Oh yeah, boy, you like this dick inside you?" the stranger asked.  "Yeah..." 
Justin whimpered.  CHOKE! the belt tightened harder "Yes, sir!" the boy 
gasped, but the belt didn't relax as much this time.  The stranger began to 
pump his hips harder, stroking the tight boy butt with long, deep strokes.  
Feeling the insides of the boy's ass wrapped around his bloated dick felt so 
great--he pumped harder, slamming his entire weight against the young ass and 
pulling the thick leather collar a little tighter each time.  He was getting 
closer, and Justin knew it too.  He could feel the cockhead inside him 
swelling even bigger, stroking him like he had never felt before.  He felt the 
stranger's body stiffen under his clothes, the muscles of his arms and legs 
tightening as his hips pounded so achingly hard.  Justin could barely breathe 
now, as he was tied to the man's every thrust with his head and neck arching 
back--a piece of meat getting screwed by this hot stud on top of him.  
	All at once the stranger threw his head back and let out a series of moans.  
Each thrust now gave forth a shot of hot cum deep inside Justin's ass, and the 
feeling of having this dick spurting inside him was too much for Justin to 
handle.  Although he hadn't been able to touch his stiff dick, the pressure of 
the stranger's orgasm sent the hot 20 year old over the edge and he drilled 
his thick load into the cushions of his bed.  Each shot the man put up 
Justin's ass brought another blast from his own aching cock.  Justin's world 
was spinning as his whole body joined in an orgasm with this hot dark man, and 
he breathed deeply as the stranger began to release his hold on the belt 
around his neck.  As their spasming bodies slowed, the two let out deep moans 
of ecstasy.  The stranger left his still hard and twitching dick inside the 
boys stretched ass, and he collapsed on top of Justin in the dark.  The two 
laid still, relaxed in the still fresh smell of hot sex.
	Hours had passed by the time Justin awoke.  He laid still as his memory of 
the night before slowly returned to him.  Did it really happen?  His arms and 
wrists were sore, and his neck seemed stiff as he turned to see the clock 
flashing 11:08am.  He was still in a daze as he swung his legs over the edge 
of the couch, and his ass felt like it had been plowed like the pile of snow 
in front of his house.  The smell of cooking came to his nose--bacon, eggs, 
toast, and coffee came floating through the door, clearing his head a little 
more.  Coffee!  That could mean only one thing--David was home!  He must have 
come in early!  As confused as he was about the events of the night before 
(which certainly couldn't have been a dream), he wanted so much to kiss his 
sweetheart.  He staggered out of bed on sore legs, and almost stumbled on the 
suitcases David had slid silently in the door.  He never noticed the duffel 
bag beside the suitcase.... and he also never noticed that the bag contained a 
roll of thick tape, black jeans and a belt, a black shirt, and a face mask.
	 



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