Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 16:32:18 +1300
From: Rob J <humperlock@gmail.com>
Subject: Noise Control - Part 1

Danny felt the head of the penis slip past his sphincter and he squealed in
delight. The man fucking him - a huge, silent, black man from Craigslist -
rammed his dick deep inside Danny's hole. The fuck was brutal, but he loved
every moment of it.

It was only Danny's first week in this city, but he had already hooked up
with more than a dozen guys. He had an insatiable appetite for sex, and
something about being in the big city made him feel that masturbating six
times a day just wasn't enough. Lately he had been craving bigger and
bigger dicks, and resorted to kinkier and kinkier fetishes to satisfy
himself.

The man tensed up and unleashed a torrent of cum into Danny's hole. Danny,
swearing and jerking off, also unloaded his load into the sheets. The man
abruptly got up, got dressed and left, leaving Danny as a sweating, sticky
mess in bed.

"I wish just one of these guys would stay for a while," Danny sighed.

His dick twitched into attentiona again. He reached for his phone and
scrolled through his Craigslist responses. The night was still young.

But no fish were biting.

Danny sighed again, and decided to head out for some food. He threw on a
tank top and considered for a second before deciding to forego the
underwear. He headed downstairs, wondering how many of his neighbors could
hear his frequent escapades. The walls in this apartment building were
thin, and he didn't exactly hold back in telling his partners exactly what
he wanted done to him, often at the top of his voice. He grinned to
himself.

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The smell of Chinese takeout wafted through the stairwell as Danny headed
back to his room. His thoughts were on the cute guy in the store, who had
smiled at him with a crooked grin. He was just pulling out his keys when
someone grabbed him and pushed him into the wall, one hand pressing his
cheek into the concrete.

"You think you're real funny, don't you," said a low voice in his ear,
"screaming like that day in, day out. You think we want to hear all that
gay shit?"

"I-I don't know what you mean!"

"Oh you don't?" the voice continued, "How about the time you begged him to
fuck you raw? When you wanted him to tear your ass open? When you called
him 'Master' and begged for punishment? You're a fucking slut and you're
into all kinds of disgusting shit. So I'm going to put you to some fucking
good use."

Before Danny could reply, a pair of arms as strong as steel beams wrapped
around him and manhandled him through the door of the apartment next door.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. This apartment had the heavy
scent of MAN, that musky, testosterone-laden, locker room scent mixed with
the smell of sweat and old gym gear.

The next thing that hit him was the mattress, specifically his body against
it. His attacker threw him down on a bed, and in a few rough movements,
secured his wrists and ankles to the four bed posts. Danny didn't even have
time to think about resisting, he was too busy ogling the stranger.

He was over 6 feet, and built like a fitness model. He was wearing a tight
tank top, and his muscles rippled underneath and and left nothing to the
imagination. Two hard, smooth pecs stretched the fabric of the clothing,
topped by very noticeable nipples. His face was not conventionally pretty,
but ruggedly attractive in it's own way.

"What are y-"

The man picked up an old sock, and shoved it into Danny's mouth to gag
him. Danny caught a glimpse of giant biceps and a tattoo peeping through
the edges of his top before being overpowered by the smell of the sock. It
stunk, but strangely enough it really turned him on. Lying spread-eagled on
the bed, the tent in Danny's shorts was very noticeable.

"So you're still turned on, you little fucker?"  "Mfhhhfff" "Well let's see
what we have to work with."

The man tore open Danny's top and shorts.

Danny would say that he was proud of his body. He spent hours every week in
the gym to get his lean, athletic body that bulged in the right places. His
7 inch dick pointed straight up at the ceiling, precum slowly dripping down
the shaft. A while ago Danny had decided to get both his nipples and penis
pierced, a decision he had not once regretted.

"What a nasty little slut," sneered the man from the foot of the bed.
"Does this turn you on? Being tied up like a little piggy? Being treated
like a fucking worthless piece of shit?"  "MMMhhhhffff!"

The man walked up to Danny and shoved his armpit into Danny's face. His
dick instantly got harder and dribbled more precum as he breathed in the
scent.

The man laughed, "I see how it is. Tell you what, dumbshit, here's a deal
for you. You shut the fuck up from on, and in return I'll let you do some
favors for me."

He tweaked Danny's pierced nipples, and his dick throbbed again.

"How does that sound?"

Danny nodded though his gag.

"Good to hear. But first, let's take care of this little problem."

The man left the room, and Danny let out a breath. In his horned up state,
Danny didn't mind the fact that he had essentially been abducted by a
stranger and was now tied up in his home. Besides, this stranger was sexy
as hell. Danny erection was hard, harder than anything he'd had for a
while. He would have agreed to anything the man said. All he wanted right
now was to blow his load. Danny squirmed against his restraints, trying to
hump the air.

The man soon returned with an ice pack, which he put around Danny's
junk. Danny squirmed with the temperature difference, but the man held him
steady. Agonizingly slowly, Danny's erection began to deflate. Every now
and then, the man would move slightly, and Danny would get a whiff of his
sweet, sweet, sweat, which would make him hard again.

Eventually, he was soft enough for the next part. The man fitted a metal
ring around the base of his penis and balls, then pulled his shaft through
another piece of metal tube. Danny's Prince Albert piercing secured his
penis head to the end of tube. The other end was attached to the ring,
which was locked in place. The final ring went around his low hanging balls
to separate them from his body.

The man worked quickly, getting all the pieces of the chastity cage in
place before Danny could get hard again. When he finally removed the ice
pack, Danny looked down at the metal contraption that now prevented his
erections. He instantly filled the cage, flesh straining against the
bars. It was a lot smaller than his 7 inches. He was so horny he could
hardly bear it.

"MMMM!!"

"I'm glad I kept this old thing from my fag back in college. It looks good
on ya. More importantly, I want it to teach you a fucking lesson about
keeping your shit to yourself."

The man brought his face right up to Danny's, and fondled his caged dick
with his hand.

"I hope you enjoyed your last orgasm, because you'll never have another
one. Enjoy your horny little fucking life, and if I hear anything else from
you through these walls, I'll give you something to really scream about."

He ripped the sock out of Danny's mouth and loosened the tie on one arm.

"Get out."