Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2016 02:31:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: ericblair128@yahoo.com
Subject: Wrong House Chapter 1

This is a work of fiction depicting acts between legal adults, this is
purely a fantasy and should not be perceived as anything anyone should do
in real life.  In real life these acts would be a gross violation of a
person's body and a crime.  Do not attempt any acts represented in this
story in real life.  Thank you, and happy Whacking.  If you like this story
let me know if you want more.  Email: ericblair128@yahoo.com

I needed money bad, so when my friend, Greg, told me about a way to make
some extra scratch I jumped at the opportunity.

"What do I need to do?"  I asked him

"How comfortable are you with breaking some laws?"  He asked me.

"Why do you ask?"

"We want you to break into a guy's house, clean him out.  My friend Brad
told me about the place.  The dude is loaded, not just that, but he
happened to sit next to him on the bus yesterday and overheard him say that
he'll be out of town starting tomorrow.  So tomorrow night after he is
gone, we want you to break into his house and clean him out.  It's
relatively victimless, a guy like that is insured like crazy, if anything,
he will be able to just file an insurance claim and make a profit. You'll
be doing him a favor."

I still didn't know about doing this, but I was out of options.  I racked
up a huge amount of debt buying frivolous things with credit cards.  Now
bills are coming due and my job just barely pays enough to keep the lights
on.  If I didn't do this I could be facing bankruptcy.

After a long pause I replied "Okay."

Greg smiled and said good, meet me here tomorrow afternoon, Greg will want
to go over the plans for you.

Out of curiosity, I finally had to ask: "Why don't you or Brad break into
this house yourselves?"

Greg smile and held open his hand.  "Fingerprints, Brad and I have been
arrested before, so our prints are on file, you are squeaky clean, so
there's no way they can trace you to it."

"I see" I replied.

* * *

The next day Brad brought me up to speed with everything that would be
going down.  He said that this guy didn't have an alarm system in his
house, so I didn't have to worry about any police showing up while I was
working.  He then showed me how to properly pick a lock, after an hour or
so of practice I felt pretty good about it, I felt ready to try it on this
guy's house.

* * *

Night time arrived, I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life, but
I felt ready.  This guy will hopefully be able to replace his stuff as
easily as they said.

I climbed into the driver's seat of th U-Haul Brad rented for me, read
through the directions to his house one last time, and started to drive.
It only took about 20 minutes, but then I was at his house.

This house was bigger than I even thought it would be, it was at the end of
a long empty cul-de-sac so I didn't have to worry about neighbors spotting
me.  I approached his front door and inspected it for wires.  Just like
Brad said, there was no security system to be seen, so I took out my lock
picking kit and went to work, the front door lock wasn't too hard to pick
and with it undone I opened the door and walked in.  I couldn't believe how
big and extravagant his house was, this guy must be worth a fortune.  It
made it all the weirder that he didn't have a security system.

It was at that moment I heard some sound behind me. I turned around to
check it out, but didn't see anything.  The next thing I knew I felt a
pinch on my neck, suddenly everything looked funny, I started feeling
lightheaded and everything faded to black.

* * *

My eyes opened and shock immediately set in.  There was a bizarre piece of
metal in my mouth it was holding it open and there was a hole in the
middle.  I tried moving my arms, but found they were tied to my ankles, and
my knees were bound forced up by my face, I couldn't move and I was
completely naked.  What the fuck is going on?

I heard a door open and saw a man walk in.

"Mmmmm, awake I see." He said to me.

He walked up to me and I suddenly realized he had a massive bulge that was
right by my face.

"I bet you're wondering what is happening to you right now.  Well, you
broke into the wrong house.  Did you really breaking into my house would
really be that easy? I made some very good arrangements, and I must say you
were definitely worth every penny."

As he said that last part he reached between my legs and started rubbing my
cock.  I tried to scream out to get him to stop, no way did I want some
twisted old faggot to stroke me like that, but he just ignored me and kept
rubbing.

"Don't bother screaming, you're still in my house, now in my basement.
Don't you remember how quiet and secluded it looked when you drove in here?
Besides, I don't know why you would be screaming anyway, I can tell very
easily how much you're enjoying this."

He was right, I hate to admit it, but his rubbing was getting my cock
harder and harder.  I couldn't move and couldn't even make audible words to
get him to stop, and somehow this whole scenario was making me unbelievably
rock hard.  Then it hit me... what did he mean by "worth every penny"?

I didn't have too much time to think about it, because I felt a familiar
feeling.  A massive load was building in my balls and working it's way up
my shaft. I WAS ABOUT TO CUM TO A MAN'S TOUCH! And not just a man's touch,
a strange man.  I still had no idea who this guy was and he was about to
make me blow a massive load...

Then he stopped.  He took his hand off of my dick and even swatted at my
balls causing the cumming sensation to go away.  I was still rock hard
though, and now in desperate need to cum, with my hands secured to my
ankles I couldn't even try to touch my cock though.

"Not yet, boy." He said to me, "though that is a good sign that you will be
enjoying this time much more than you are currently willing to say.  I'm
sure you don't even want to admit it to yourself, yet.  But you have the
makings of being a good little fag slave, and a very enjoyable treat for my
many... MANY houseguests."

What the fuck is he talking about? Slave!? Treat for Houseguests!? I have a
life outside of here.  I need to get out immediately!  But this guy wasn't
done talking to me.

"I noticed you admiring my bulge when I walked in (I was NOT admiring it,
it was right by my face I had no choice but to look at it.).  Do you want
to see what's underneath?  Of course you do, you haven't lost a bit of
hardness since I walked in, you are probably dying for this big hard cock,
aren't you, you little faggot."

Why does he keep calling me that?  I never had any attraction to men.  I
admit I got hard, but that was just from his touching my dick, it was
responding to touch, not HIM.  Why won't he just let me go?

"I don't want to be responsible for preventing someone from achieving their
dreams.  You are probably dying to see my big beautiful cock aren't you?"
He said now leaning against me with that massive bulge in his pants pressed
against the top of my head.  "Tell you what, you ask me nicely to see my
cock, and I'll take it out for you. If you say no, I'll understand that you
are not the fag that you so obviously are, and let you go. Okay?  Do you
want to see my big, beautiful cock?"

"Noooo!!!" I tried to scream through this weird metal gag in my mouth.

"What was that?  I can't understand you.  Why don't you speak clearly?" He
said with this sly smirk in his face, he was now looking down on me, his
face was upside down from my vantage point, and he still kept pressing that
massive bulge against the top of my head. "Though judging from that cock of
yours, which is still absolutely rock hard, I'm guessing you said `yes'.
Since I can't understand you, I'm going to have to assume that's what you
said."

It was hopeless, that question was just more toying with me.  He was
planning on taking the monster hiding behind that bulge the whole time.
There was nothing I could do to stop him.  He stood back and pulled the
waistband of his pants down, just below his balls propping his entire
massive member up.  Then he brought it forward again.  Holding it at my eye
level so I had no choice but to look at it.  I could feel that thing hiding
in his bulge, but now I was face to face with it, and it was huge.  He was
massive and cut, at least nine inches, and had long bulging veins running
all the way to a perfect pink mushroom cockhead that was already dripping
precum.

He pulled it away, but ran it up along the side of my face while he smiled
down at me.  "Do you like it? I told you it was big and beautiful, but
sometimes you have to see it for yourself."  Don't worry, you don't have to
say anything.  And I'm sure as the days go by, you will grow to love it and
give it the worship it deserves.

DAYS!?  What is he talking about?  What does he have planned for me? How am
I going to get out of this?

He was gently stroking himself, getting that massive member he had rock
hard, and started rubbing it on my face, all over, and in the position, I
was in, I had no way of stopping him, he just kept rubbing it on my face.
Then he pulled back and rubbed it in a weird way on my forehead, it almost
felt like he was writing something, I could feel the precum leaking out of
his cockhead, and it was leaving a nasty snail trail all on my forehead.

"I just wrote the word `FAG' on your forehead, my little toy.  That way
anyone with a blacklight will be able to tell exactly what you are, and
what your purpose is."

Every time he called me that, I felt a stronger feeling of defeat overtake
me.  There was no point in fighting him, he held all of the power in this
situation.  All I could do is sit there and take his abuse.

"Now I'm sure you are really wishing you could taste this big, beautiful
cock right now aren't you?  Well, I'm not going to bother asking you this
time, I already know what the answer is."

At that moment, he rested the tip of his cock on the metal guard holding my
mouth open and started pushing it in.  I had a cock in my mouth for the
first time in my life, and with the metal guard in its position hold my
teeth back, I couldn't fight back and bite him if I tried, I was helpless
but to sit there and let him fuck my mouth with that massive member he had.
I felt every bump and ridge of his dick rub against my tongue, tasted the
precum that was smeared all around his cockhead, and still all I could do
was take it.  He was pushing it in, as far back as it would go until I
started gagging, I couldn't breathe, trying to signal to him to pull it
out, but all he did was say "Breath through your nose, don't worry, in time
you'll lose that gag reflex."

He pulled back, thankfully, I thought I was about to throw up, and
proceeded with an in-out motion, fucking my mouth. This felt even weirder,
feeling that coarse and bumpy cock head constantly rubbing against my
tongue.  As he did that, I didn't notice him reaching for an object on the
table by us.  I had no idea what he was doing until I felt a digit enter my
asshole.  I would have screamed out in surprise, if I didn't have his
massive member in my mouth, blocking all sound.

"I hope you don't mind," he said to me, "but I took the opportunity of
cleaning your asshole out, while you were out.  From now on, I'm keeping
you on a strict bottom's diet.  But this will work for your christening.
Now I just need to lube you up nicely"

None of those words were making sense to me, I was not getting enough air
and my mouth was dry and my throat was raw.  Finally, he mercifully
stopped.  I just dropped my head, feeling like I was going to pass out, but
he slapped me hard across the face.

"Don't pass out now", he said to me, "you'll miss the best part."  What the
fuck was that supposed to mean?

I soon found out exactly what that meant.  He walked around to my front and
grabbed my arms pulling me forward.  I suddenly felt his monster cock
rubbing against my asshole.

"Are you ready for this, bitch?" He said sneering.  At that moment he
pushed forward and that monster cock head started boring its way into my
asshole.  I let out a scream as the pain was excruciating.  It felt like he
was going to tear me apart and had a look of pure bliss.

I almost think that the more he made it hurt, the more he enjoyed it.
Finally he settled into my ass, his monster cock was buried all the way in
my ass and I felt his pubes tickling my ass cheeks.  He let it sit there
for a minute, buried all the way in.  With it sitting in my ass, my ass
hole was able to relax and get used to this monster intrusion.  As I
started to relax, he looked down on me and smiled.

"Mmmm... I think you're starting to like this.  Don't worry, it gets even
better."

And at that word he pulled out and thrust all the way in, this time there
was no slow inching in, there was a sudden painful thrust, I screamed out
loud as he bottomed out.  He paused a second again, letting my body adjust,
then he pulled out and thrust in again and... it didn't hurt.  His cock
moved much smoother and there was no pain.

He pulled out this time the out move was slow and I felt every ridge and
vein in his cock and it strangely was feeling kind of... good.  Then he
thrust inside of me a fourth time and it hit some weird button inside of me
and I let out a guttural moan as it sent a weird shockwave through my body.

He left it buried deep inside of me holding that button and I was thriving
in the strange feeling of ecstasy running through my body, and just
laughed, "I told you the best was yet to come.  You might have woken up
this morning not knowing you were made to be my good little fagboy slave,
but there's no denying it now, you are, through and through, my good sweet
little fagboy bitch.  And it is time to give you the fucking you deserve."

And at the word "deserve" he started a steady and intense pistoning in and
out of my ass, and the intense feeling was building to even greater
heights.  I couldn't believe how amazing his big, beautiful cock felt as it
hit that certain spot. I felt the feeling build again.  I was going to cum,
and this time, he wasn't even touching my dick.  What the hell is this?

His big, beautiful cock was growing more rigid in my ass as well, I could
feel it, and I had a feeling I knew what that would mean.

"Feel that?  That means it is time to take my seed, boy.  I'm about to
breed you like the little bitch you are, and after tonight, you will be my
faggot, my personal property forever. Ready?  One... Two... THREE!"

And at three I felt spurt after spurt of his cum filling my ass.  As that
happened he reached around and grabbed my dick again.  That was more than I
could handle.  This time around I knew that nothing was going to stop me
from cumming, he kept rubbing my cock and took aim, and I felt the
explosion.  It was the single most intense orgasm I have ever felt in my
life.  He was aiming my cock at my own face, and my face was becoming
covered in my own cum, and I didn't even care.  The orgasm was coming in
waves and it seemed to take forever to finish.

It finally ended and I felt so spent and satisfied in a way I hadn't known
possible until that night.  And at that, he removed my restraints.  I was
finally able to stretch out and relax.  I reached up and took off the mouth
piece.  He looked down at me and seemed to adopt a stern look: "You have
anything you want to say to me?"

I couldn't even look at him, I just simply said "No."

"No what?"

"No master."  I replied, not even comprehending what that meant.

"I thought so.  Well get some sleep.  Tonight is just the beginning. You
are going to need your strength to keep up.  Night, Night fagboy."

And at that he walked out of the room, locking it from the outside,
shutting off the lights from outside and leaving me in pitch blackness to
sleep completely naked with my own cum caked on my face and my... master's
cum leaking out of my asshole.