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Midnight Visitor
by Y. Lee Coyote (yleecoyote@lycosmail.com)

***

A man arrives home and as he was entering his house at 
midnight, a gun was pressed to his neck. Once inside, 
the intruder had him strip to his briefs and took him 
up to his bedroom at gun point. There after handcuffing 
him got him on his knees and then blindfolded him, 
although he could peek a little.... it suddenly became 
apparent that this wasn't a normal robbery. (MM, nc, 
bd, shave)

***

WARNING: The following story is fiction. It contains 
scenes of gay sex, male domination, spanking and 
shaving. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting 
or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now. 

Author Note: In the magazine Bound and Gagged 
(http://www.boundandgagged.com/) #76 was a story to 
complete. The start was told in the first person by a 
man who had placed a personal ad. He had several 
interesting responses and was expecting a phone call 
from one of the respondents, Zeke, after he returned 
home that evening. As he was entering his house at 
midnight, a gun was pressed to his neck. Once inside, 
the intruder had him strip to his briefs and took him 
up to his bedroom at gun point. There after handcuffing 
him got him on his knees and then blindfolded him, 
although he could peek a little.... it suddenly became 
apparent that this wasn't a normal robbery. I continue 
the story from there in the first person. 

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and 
con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. 

***

The Midnight Visitor 
By 
Y. Lee Coyote 


My visitor stepped forward, kicked my legs apart and 
pushed me back so that I was sitting on my heels. He 
jabbed my basket with his toe -- fortunately relatively 
gently -- but still hard enough for me to know that he 
could easily have me writhing in agony in a second 
should he so chose. He pulled my head forward, pressing 
it against his groin. I could feel his hard cock 
pressing up through his black 501's. The pheromones of 
his musk coming through the openings of his button fly 
into my nose as he ground his groin in to my face 
aroused me. 

He chuckled as he pressed with his foot at my rod, now 
steel hard flat up against my belly and sticking out of 
the waistband of my briefs. "I see that you are 
saluting me, fag boy," he sneered. 

Damn fuckin' right, Sir, I thought. This stud is after 
more than just my stereo and VCR. Then a weird thought 
brought a smile to my face: If rape is inevitable, 
relax and enjoy it. But how did he know that I was a 
gay, bondage bottom? 

"What the fuck are you smiling about, fag boy? You 
looking forward to my ramming my MAN ROD down your fag 
throat and up your fag butt, boy?" 

I bowed my head and remained silent. I was sure the 
less I said, the better. I certainly did not need to 
encourage him or, worse, make him mad. I hoped that he 
did not want an answer. He didn't. 

He put a half hood over my head and pulled the cloth 
blindfold off. He laced it tight. I no longer could 
even see if it was light or dark. 

"Open my pants, faggot." 

I raised up until my mouth found his belt. I pulled at 
it with my teeth and got the end free. Then to the side 
to release the hook thing (what the hell is that called 
anyway) and separated the ends. The top button was the 
hardest to undo. The other four opened easily until I 
had all five open. I took of deep sniff of his crotch 
and sat back even more aroused. In other circumstances 
I would have started licking the treats hidden behind 
the thin cotton cover but not now. 

I heard him pulled his belt out of his jeans. He 
snapped it with a loud crack. Then he let the end fall 
down on my back. The message was clear. I had better 
obey or else. I waited. 

He pushed my head down to the floor and held it in 
place with his ankles. I felt the belt again, this time 
on my butt. Then the belt hit hard on my left butt 
check and seconds later on the right cheek. He hit hard 
and I yelped. He gave me three more on each side just 
as hard. 

"Just so that you know, slave." Then the belt came down 
right in the middle, mercifully gently; right on my 
crack; right on my ass hole and the tip on my sack. He 
apparently wanted to be absolutely, positively sure 
that the message got through. He shifted a bit and 
barked another order. 

"Get my briefs down, boy." 

I sat up and leaned forward. I found the waistband and 
bit down on it. I pulled down and after the band 
stretched to its limit they started to slip down. It 
took several tries but soon they were down about his 
knees. As I was doing this I bumped his rampant man rod 
several times. He did not complain and I was not going 
to even if had been safe to do so. I went back to my 
rest position and awaited further orders. I did not 
have to wait long. 

"Lick my balls, boy." he snapped. I did so and even 
sucked them into my mouth. Part of me wanted to bite 
the fucker's balls off but I knew that he would 
retaliate and certainly do the same to me and then 
some. I just hoped he was not going to harm me. It is 
pretty hard to fight when you're handcuffed and totally 
blinded by a hood. I just hoped I could keep him happy. 

Evidentially, I was at least for now, for he told me 
that I could have the great privilege of sucking his 
fuck pole. As it happens, I did want to but I really 
don't think that he was giving me a real choice. I 
released his balls and took his cock into my mouth. It 
was rock hard and dripping come. I sucked it up and 
down; right to left; down and up, and left to right. He 
was muttering that I was a good little cock sucking 
slave. I loved the nectar it was oozing.

Without warning he grabbed hold of my head and adjusted 
the position so that only the head of his ramrod was in 
my mouth and held it still. I could feel that he was 
adjusting his internal plumbing to give me a gift. I 
prayed that he was not infected as he started to fill 
my mouth with his piss. "Don't get the rug wet or you 
lick it up, boy." I swallowed the first mouth full and 
kept pace with him. When he was finished he had me suck 
him some more this time blasting his first load deep 
into me. He was so deep in my throat at the time so I 
never got to taste it. 

As dangerous as this all was I was still rock hard and 
dripping. He teased my balls with his toe and 
proclaimed that I seemed quite happy. He make me lean 
forward so that I was in the kowtow position again with 
my hands still cuffed behind my back. I heard him 
remove his clothes. Then he put a steal chain about my 
neck and I heard the lock snap closing the ring of 
steel. 

"STAND UP!" he commanded. I stood up and he ripped my 
briefs off. He handled (roughly) my cock (very hard and 
dripping) and balls (very full). "Not bad... for a fag 
slave," he said condescendingly. He wrapped a cock ring 
around the base of my package and hooked a leash to it. 

I wondered if this could be Zeke who had decided to 
surprise me with a visit rather than call. We had 
discussed my fantasies including that of being a 
prisoner. Perhaps one of the other respondents to the 
ad who had my address. Or is this some sort of rapist 
homophobe. 

"You don't mind a few pictures, slave boy?" he asked 
mockingly as I heard the click of a camera. I remand 
silent. 

He led me to the kitchen by the leash where he helped 
himself to a beer. He even offered me one which I 
declined. Actually, I figured that I already had one 
that he had brought. We returned upstairs and stopped 
in the bathroom. He forced me to piss and then took me 
back to the bedroom. 

He had me sit in the middle of my bed and started to 
tie me down. He wrapped rope around each ankle about 
five times and then tied it to the bed frame. The he 
pushed me down flat on my back. The handcuffs dug into 
my back and I reacted to the pain with a yell. 

"You better behave yourself when I remove them, Boy." 

"Yes sir," I answered. Not that I could do anything 
with my legs bound to the bed and hooded. 

"Open your mouth, boy." I did and he stuck a rubber 
ball into it and tied the restraining rope behind my 
head. Only then did he remove the hand cuffs. I left my 
hands in place not to anger him. It worked. 

"You may rub your wrists, slave." I did so and tried to 
get the kinks out of my arms. 

"Spread-eagle slave." I laid back and extended my arms 
to the corners of the bed. Again he wrapped his soft 
rope about each limb and tied me to the bed frame. I 
was as helpless as I possible could be. I wondered if I 
could have fought back at the very beginning. I 
certainly could not now. Would I ever get out of this? 
What did this burglar really want? 

"Can you smile?" he asked. I tried to smile. It did not 
please him. He started to tickle me. First my feet; 
then by stomach and under my arms. I could not help 
myself and started to laugh. 

"Oh, that so much better, boy. I like my slaves happy 
and laughing. Now you just keep thinking happy thoughts 
boy." I heard him walk out of the room and return a few 
minutes later. 

He sat down on the bed and started to caress me. He 
began at my toes and worked up to my head. He played 
with my package quite a bit and tugged at my pubes. He 
played with my chest in a similar manner. He placed tit 
clamps on me. Finally, he stroked my face and noted 
that I needed a shave. I immediately though of the 
"Demon Barber of Fleet Street". Would I end up in a 
meat pie? Fortunately, as is obvious from the fact that 
I wrote this, that was not the case. Then I heard the 
clipper being turned on. The moustache clipper that I 
use to trim my sideburns and neck between visits to the 
barber and keep in the bathroom medicine cabinet. I was 
going to lose some hair. I guess that should have been 
obvious from the beginning for everyone knows that 
neither boys nor slaves have hair; only free men have 
hair. 

He cleared the forests in my armpits first. A mere half 
dozen passes in each with the clipper removed all 
traces of the lush growth. Then he clipped my chest -- 
the only other part of my body to have significant hair 
beside my pubes. This took longer because the growth 
was spread out. I would be seeing my bare chest 
tomorrow (if I lived) for the first time in years. 

The cock ring was unsnapped. The clipper pressed just 
below my navel and started destroying the virgin forest 
that extended all the way to my asshole and beyond. I 
felt like a rain forest being leveled. Would I recover? 
Back and forth the hungry clipper went; clear cutting 
it all. Everyone in the gym would know. He then 
proceeded to the rougher terrain about the base down to 
my balls. He handled everything, pulled the skin taut 
so that he could get my sack. 

I remained rock hard through all this horror. Was I 
really enjoying it or was it his handling the caused me 
to rise to the occasion. 

He went to the bathroom again and when he returned, I 
heard a chair being shifted. He untied my ankles and 
raised my legs up on his shoulders. I could feel him 
rub some lube on my butt hole. I hoped that he would 
finger me first before ramming his great shaft in. I 
certainly could not take it otherwise. 

He was kind and loosened me up quite a bit and then 
rammed his shaft deep into me. My yell was stiffed by 
the ball gag but then he gave me a chance to adjust 
before fucking me. He was in total control and he 
pumped vigorously in and out. I knew I was close as he 
kept hitting my prostate with his shaft. It was enough 
to cause me to shoot over my check and even splatter my 
face with my come. 

He remained hard and in me. He let my legs drop to the 
sides and moved up so that my middle was supported by 
his legs. My freshly clipped pubes were right in his 
lap. I was hit there with a wet rag and then covered 
with shaving cream. "You better be very still, boy 
unless you want to lose more than just hair. I froze as 
he ran his straight razor over my pubes and package 
that he had clipped a littler earlier. He was 
completing the process of turning me into a boy. His 
hairless, fucked, collared slave boy. 

Then he dried me off and finished fucking me, exploding 
deep in my guts with a huge load that seem to come in a 
dozen spurts. He then with drew from my (his?) butt and 
removed the ball gag. He had me lick and suck his cock 
clean. 

He tied my legs together above the knee and at the 
ankles and fastened them to the bed before wrapping 
some rope about my waist. Then he tied my forearms to 
the waist rope and lengthened the rope restraining my 
legs to the bed. He removed the hood and gag. He 
cuddled up with me holding me tightly like I was his 
boy. 

I soon fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. I felt 
secure even those I was the captive of a stranger in my 
own house. 

I did not awake until midmorning. I was alone and still 
bound. I called out but there was not response. 
Evidentially my captor has left me. In the light, that 
dimly light the room, I worked to untie myself. 
Surprisingly this did not take very long. I realized 
that I was ok provided that there was not any infection 
that I picked up from him in the unsafe activities. I 
made my way to the bathroom and looked at myself. I was 
hairless as a twelve year old boy and there was a chain 
locked about my neck. The lock was cheap and I knew 
that I could remove it easily. 

I looked about the place and saw that my stuff had not 
been ripped of; at least not the usual stuff like the 
stereo, computer and VCR. The new message light was my 
answering machine. It was from Zeke telling me that 
something came up and he would get back to me in a day 
or two. 

Stuck to the refrig was a note: 

slaveboy -- 

Leave the collar on and shave your pubes twice a week 
if you want to see me again. Don't change your daily 
routines. 

MASTER 

Obediently I left the chain on and kept my pubes shaved 
as he had ordered for the three weeks before he called 
me again. 

The End 

See my other stories at 
http://www.asstr.org/~YLeeCoyote/

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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