Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 08:10:00 -0400
From: JD <powercyclist@gmail.com>
Subject: Beach Weekend - Part 4

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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.