Seen
Through My Disguise
By
SweetMaddness
The rope ran around Brian’s wrists several times in a figure eight.
It was attached to the headboard with a knot that even a boy scout would
have trouble undoing.
Black panties were shoved in his mouth and tied in place by one of his
silk stockings.
He rotated his hands, tugging on the bindings but they still wouldn’t
budge. The
ends of the stocking were pulled hard, yanking Brian’s head back as a voice
growled, “Keep still.”
Whimpering, Brian nodded quickly, his big eyes looking over his shoulder
at the man behind him.
The black ski mask covered most of his face, only leaving exposed the
soft mouth and piercing eyes.
Brian’s chest heaved and he tried to mumble a quiet “please” behind
his gag.
His head was pressed down against the pillow and he left it there, his
eyes closing tightly.
He tried to do what he was told and keep still but it was nearly
impossible, every time the man touched him he jumped or squirmed and couldn’t
seem to get himself under control.
Strong hands came to his hips, lifting him roughly to his knees.
A zipper came down, followed by the sounds of spitting as hard flesh was
prepared and pressed to Brian’s opening.
With one skilled thrust of hips the large cock was buried inside.
Brian groaned, his body jerking hard enough to rattle the headboard.
Fingers ran up his chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples as Brian
let out muffled squeaks.
The man behind him started fucking hard, the roughness of his jeans
rubbing the sensitive skin inside his victim’s thighs. Brian buried his face
in the pillow, trying to slow his heaving breath and racing heart.
He whimpered again, the cock slamming into him harder now.
His back arched and he couldn’t stop his hips from moving in tiny
thrusts. The
hands on his nipples pulled again, fingernails digging into the engorged nubs
and making him scream.
Brian raised his head, turning it so he could see his attacker.
The man’s gaze bore into him and Brian held it, strong and defiant.
With a low grunt the intruder in his ass trembled and exploded.
Brian bit into the gag, making runs in the stocking, as his own cock
twitched and left a spray of white on the violet sheets beneath.
The rope was cut from the headboard and Brian was suddenly left empty and
alone in his bedroom.
He fell to his side, undoing the gag and pulling a blanket around
himself. Shaking
hands fumbled across his nightstand, finding his cigarettes and shoving one in
his mouth. He
leaned his head back, blowing a big cloud of smoke to the ceiling as he felt his
heart rate start to return to normal.
His bathroom door opened and he sat up, pulling the blanket up to his
chest and tucking it under his armpits.
He smiled at Steve, “You look like shit.”
“Yeah, well it’s hot under this thing,” he said, tossing the mask
onto the bed. He
sat down beside Brian, snatching the fag and taking a hit off it.
Brian leaned over and ruffled his hair. “Don’t worry, you’re still
gorgeous even when you look like shit.
You lucky sod.”
Steve laughed and got up, slipping back into his coat.
“I gotta go.
You’re not going to tell anyone, right?”
“Don’t worry straight boy,” Brian said with a wink.
“I don’t know who fucked me.
He was wearing a mask, remember?”
Steve stooped down to peck a kiss on Brian’s cheek, giving him a bright
smile. “Same
time next week?”
Brian flipped his hand to his forehead and swooned down in perfect damsel
in distress parody.
“I shall be alone on my sofa with the front door unlocked and hoping no
harm comes to me.”