Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2011 08:01:52 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Incredible Man Pt.1

    Ho hum, sorry, another love story.

			     An Incredible Man
				  Part 1

The last thing Marcel remembered was feeling a needle prick in his neck. He
opened his eyes and looked around him. He was one of the highest paid male
models in the world and was used to the best that the world could offer,
but what he saw now took his breath away.

He was lying on a beautifully canopied four poster bed. The bedroom itself
was dominated by a superb marble fireplace with an attractive log fire
burning in the grate. The thing that took his eye though was a large framed
portrait of himself hanging above the mantle. Well, more than a portrait.
It was a full frontal, full body naked pose. He supposed it was
pornographic really because he had an erection, definitely not something he
would want to be seen around the circuit nowadays. He remembered posing for
it when he first got into modelling and would do almost anything for a few
bucks, to survive. He had never posed for an artist so he knew it had been
painted from a photograph. It was very good, the artist had caught him
perfectly, the eyes and lips were what made him and made this picture, he
had to admit it was very flattering.

His eyes continued round the room, realising that the walls were hung with
silk, superb, richly patterned silks in a multitude of colours cascading
from ceiling to floor. The floor was covered with a rich ivory coloured
pile carpet that looked to be ankle deep and also patently woven from
silk. The ceiling was white and dominated by a wonderful, modern, crystal
chandelier. The furniture was all in a soft yellow wood that Marcel thought
might be Yew, it too looked silky. The two bedside cabinets both had modern
designer lamps on them made from unknown material to Marcel, and both with
silver framed photographs of him taken at different shoots for a French
magazine. He remembered, his highest paid shoot to date, and only completed
a few days ago. The two doors either side of the fireplace were in the same
wood as the furniture, as were the beautifully carved double doors that led
into the suite. All the fittings were pale gold to finish off this
remarkable room.

Taking in his own situation, he was naked and lying on sparkling white
satin sheets and pillows. His wrists and ankles had soft padded cuffs fixed
to them and tied to the four corners of the bed with white silken chord.
There was quite a lot of free movement in them so he was not uncomfortable.
Where was he? Who had abducted him and left him in this beautiful setting?
Why? Was the next thought. He wasn't fabulously wealthy, just well known so
it couldn't be a kidnapping for ransom, besides, whoever owned the house he
was in, judging by this room, must be fabulously wealthy.

He was not long in pondering this mystery. The entry doors swung open and
closed again immediately behind the man that entered. He was carrying a
camera which he proceeded to use for the next five minutes, walking round
the bed and taking pictures from every conceivable position and angle.

"Who are you, what am I doing here? I demand that you release me."

Marcel said these words while the photography was going on.

The man was clad in a short robe, his features partly covered. Scoping him
out now, Marcel described him later to the police after he had seen him
naked. Approximately six feet two inches, probably 180 pounds. Slightly
curly dark brown hair, cut quite short, no parting. Blue eyes, well shaped
lips, firm, no nonsense chin leading into a good neck and broad, well
muscled shoulders. Trim waist and hips, pecs and abs well developed
indicating someone who took care of their body. Nice tan with no tan lines,
penis about eight inches long, good thickness. Summed up in one sentence, a
very imposing young man with impeccable manners. Marcel would have loved to
see his face but it was half covered by a white mask, very similar to the
phantom in `Phantom of the Opera', but not coming as far down one cheek.

Before removing his robe however, Brewster Southgate, the man behind the
mask, sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand gently over Marcel's
torso and legs, not at this stage touching his groin area. His eyes almost
devoured the body he was stroking. The first day Brewster had seen a
photograph of Marcel he knew he had to have him. He had employed a man to
do nothing else but find photographs of this perfect man. In his study was
a rack full of albums, all with nothing in them except Marcel.

"Shhh, I am not going to hurt you. I think you are the most beautiful
creature on this planet and I want to make slow and gentle love to
you. Please do not struggle or fight me because if you do I would have to
punish you, and I don't want to mark your perfect body."

Marcel was dumbfounded. The man spoke in a soft cultured accent, he was
patently rich, probably similar age to himself and in very good shape
physically. If the mask was covering some terrible deformity he still
thought the man should be able to find bed partners to his taste.

Brewster wasn't deformed or scarred, he was in fact a strikingly attractive
man, but he couldn't believe he would ever be able to entice this man into
his bed, he was just too perfect to sleep with mere mortals.  He stood, and
slipped off his robe, displaying the sculpted body that Marcel later
described.

Brewster slipped onto the bed alongside Marcel and propped himself up on
one elbow. Now, he not only stroked gently but leant forward and kissed the
skin as well. It felt like the silk he had used so lavishly on this
room. He moved to the nipples, licking and kissing them, making them hard
and then nibbling them, gently of course. Everything he did to this man he
would do gently. He couldn't really conceive of hurting him in any way,
except, he knew initial penetration would be painful, but he would open him
up fully first.

Marcel didn't want to respond to this man, but the soft caressing and
kissing of his body made his penis react against his will. It kept
lengthening as Brewster kept dancing attention on his body. When it was
fully erect Brewster leant back and looked at it with tears in his eyes. He
ran his fingers from tip to ball sac and spoke in a whisper.

"Like the rest of you, this is perfect."

He slid down the bed then and licked from glans to balls, and then took the
ball sac in his mouth and swabbed it thoroughly while using a hand to play
with a very hard cock, about six or seven inches long, quite thick and with
a small head, which fascinated him. Brewster wished he had four pairs of
hands, he wanted to touch everything at once. Instead, he took a little
time on the nipples, then the cock and ball sac before licking down each
inner thigh and back, to start all over again. When Marcel started to moan
with pleasure, Brewster took the erect cock into his mouth and deep
throated it, working the glans with his throat and bringing Marcel to a
screaming orgasm. Brewster swallowed all the love juice with pleasure and
kept licking the head until he was sure he had all of it. Releasing the
cock at last he moved back up the bed and planted a soft kiss on Marcel's
lips. With no attempt to turn his head Brewster did it again, holding the
kiss for longer. He had never felt lips so perfect for kissing. He
continued then to stroke Marcel while he whispered words of love to him.

Marcel thought this was crazy. He had never been interested in men. The
women all threw themselves at him so it was easy to tumble them into
bed. Nothing meaningful, just loads of sex with no loving. Now, he was
being made love to in a way that was destroying his sanity. Everything this
man did to him shrieked of sensuality. In short his body loved it while his
mind rejected it, he couldn't love gay sex, that was ridiculous.

"I have been in love with you since I first saw your photograph Marcel. I
am so sorry that I have had to take you this way, but I was sure I would
never get you into my bed voluntarily and I could no longer resist my
desire to make love to you. I promise you will love it and I will return
you unharmed to your home."

Brewster started all over again after a few sweet words of love. Marcel was
very quickly erect again and beginning to space out with all the wonderful
pampering. Even the most infatuated woman he had bedded couldn't compare in
the stimulus stakes. Brewster's hands and lips were magical in the response
they were getting from Marcel's body.

Brewster produced two more padded cuffs with silken cords attached and
placed them on Marcel, just above the knees. Pulled fairly tight and
secured half way down the bed, Brewster released the ankle restraints and
pulled the leg ties further back until Marcel's legs were spread very wide
and pulled back far enough to expose his anus and both cheeks. Brewster
slid two cushions under his lower back and made sure he was still
comfortable.

Brewster's cock became even harder and so erect it was pulled in close to
his tummy. He wanted to plant it in Marcel's anus straight away with no
more pampering but he slid down the bed between his idol's legs and started
licking and kissing the perfect butt. With a slicked up finger he stroked
down the crack and played with the anal entry for a while before sliding
one finger gently over a very tight sphincter.

"Try not to tense up Marcel, relax and this won't hurt. I promise to be
gentle, but you must co-operate to avoid any pain."

While he was talking, Brewster was exploring, hoping to find Marcel's
prostate. He was quite sure that if he did all resistance would go as the
stimulation took control. He wasn't wrong, Marcel's eyes shot open wide and
he gasped as a finger gently stroked his g spot. Finger out, several more
slicked up and slowly, adding more fingers, Brewster opened up a perfect
virgin anus. Fingers out again to be replaced by a tongue. It was
incredible for both men, Marcel sliding off to deep space with the
sensations rocketing around his body as Brewster's tongue licked and kissed
his rosebud, and for Brewster, he had never tasted or seen anything
remotely as perfect in his life.

The visual stimulus became too much, so, using plenty of Wet Light, he
lubricated himself and Marcel's anus before positioning himself between his
idol's legs and placing his glans at the anal entrance. Gripping the top of
Marcel's thighs Brewster spoke to him again.

"Please relax my love, and push down. If you do I promise there will be
very little pain. If you don't, I will still enter you, but the pain will
be quite intense."

Marcel was actually so turned on he was more relaxed than he had ever been
and the sensation as Brewster entered him was unbelievable. Slight pain but
it went very quickly and Brewster, seeing it in Marcel's eyes continued
pushing in until he was fully embedded. He only managed two strokes before
he had his first orgasm, almost passing out it was so intense.

"Oh God, you are so incredible, I'm sorry my love to be so quick, but I
will stay and do this again."

Brewster didn't even start to go soft. He continued long slow strokes,
rotating his hips to play Russian Roulette with Marcel's prostate. Ten
minutes later he had another wonderful orgasm without going soft. Now,
partially sated, Brewster started playing with Marcel again, and stroking
his body. Brewster was crying with happiness now. He had never in his life
come close to the joy that making love to this Adonis brought. He was able
to suck a little of Marcel as he fucked him, leaving both hands to pleasure
the remainder of his body. Brewster's third orgasm took Marcel with him,
both young men squealing with pleasure at the intensity of their
ejaculations. This time, Brewster went soft and pulled out of Marcel. He
rolled to the side and slid back up the bed to plant several kisses on the
lips of his reluctant lover.  Watching Marcel rejoin the world, Brewster
spoke to him.

"I will never experience anything remotely as wonderful as this if I live
to be a thousand years old. You are totally exquisite to make love to. You
will never have a more ardent fan, loving you from afar when I release
you."

He hopped off the bed then and went through one of the doors next to the
fireplace, returning very quickly with a warm washcloth and towel to clean
up Marcel's lower regions. He released Marcel's legs completely and
loosened the wrist ropes so that he could manoeuvre himself into a sitting
position before taking up most of the slack again.

For the next half an hour Marcel thought the world had gone mad. Brewster
fed him sips of champagne and chatted to him like an old friend. At the end
of that time Brewster told Marcel what was going to happen next.

"I am going to put you out again with an injection. I will dress you and my
men will take you to a hotel, already booked in your name. When you wake up
there will be no after effects. Your car will be in the car park and all
your processions will be on the bedside table. The bill has been settled so
you will be able to just leave. I am sorry I had to take you like this, but
know you were exquisite to make love to."

That was exactly what happened. The only thing that had changed was Marcel
receiving several enemas while he was unconscious to make sure there would
be no sperm left to produce a DNA sample if Marcel went that route, which
he did.

When he recovered, Marcel went straight to the police and told them the
whole story. The police surgeon cast the first doubt on that story when he
came up blank on alien DNA in Marcel's anus. It was obvious he had been
penetrated but it didn't look like rape. The surgeon suggested to the
investigating officer that it could well have been consensual and that
Marcel had second thoughts after the event. The result was not very much
police time being wasted on this case.

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Interesting development in part 2