Criscramov

The Perfect Opportunity

I had spent most of the last five years of my high school life wondering what it would be like to have sex with another boy. One of my great fantasies was to have my own tanned slave boy who upon my command would do anything I requested. However I was far too shy to ever even get close with another boy, 15 years and I had not even had so much as a 'hold hands' partner. My friends were often talking of their sexual experiences, especially Tom. Tom was beautiful, my literal heaven of a boy. One year younger than me, he had a slim tanned body and the cutest face I have ever laid eyes upon, we never got on well but that didn't stop me fantasising about him.

It was coming up towards the summer break from high school when once again an older friend of mine was going on holiday for a few weeks on the last day of the school year, as usual she asked me to look after her house whilst she was away. I usually enjoyed this, a chance to get away from people, a place to relax for a few hours a day without being questioned. I also happened to know what she kept in the wardrobe of her bedroom. Even nicer than having a place to chill out for is having access to things I could not buy, she had a wide range of toys in her room, from a 5 inch [12½ cm] anal dildo, a 7 inch [18 cm] vibrator and a massive rabbit vibrator to bondage rope and handcuffs. I always imagined what she had done with all of these toys, even though I was gay it still turned me on thinking about the different things she may have done with these toys.

It was the last day of the school year; I was eagerly awaiting the end of the school day and a chance to get down to the house I was looking after. I went from class to class as I had done every day before. I sat down for my final lesson, for my own perverted reasons I enjoyed science because I sat behind Tom and like most science class rooms we only had wooden stools to sit on which meant every now and then I was able to take a sneaky peak at Tom's butt. He was one of the popular kids so he wore his pants slightly lower to indicate his rank as a socially active person; this was perfect for my collection of mental images of Tom. Towards the end of the lesson one of the girls had knocked Tom's pencil case to the end of the table, Tom then bent right over the table to get it back at which point another girl sitting next to him pulled down his pants, instantly my head shot up to get a look. Bad move. The first girl had noticed and instantly decided to tell the entire class that I was a 'queer ass licker', of course I was mad but I tried to laugh it off. Tom was having none of it and had even more reason to dislike me.

After the end of that drawn out lesson I left quickly and I got my uneasy but quiet bus home and had heard no more about what happened in science. Home, the place where I spend most of my time, my parents don't know I am gay, if they did they would kill me. I decided that I would head down to the house at about 4:30 I was asked to check twice each day so after my trip down at 4:30 I would return at 9:00. The time ticked by as I watched the television until my alarm on my phone rang informing me that it was 4:30. I quickly whisked out of the house and over to my friend's, I unlocked the main door which was set back from the road and entered the home. It was all quiet and there was a little note with a chocolate bar underneath it,

To Martin
thanks once again for looking after my place whilst I am away, I will be returning two weeks today, please visit twice a day and check everything is okay, if you need anything ring me as I am not going abroad
P.S Enjoy the chocolate.

This was the usual message she would leave when she left and even though she didn't need to leave me a chocolate bar it was still a nice thought. I then proceeded to check over the current state of the house and get an idea of any changes. Nothing was abnormal, all how it was the last time I was asked to do this job. I always made a point of not doing anything out of the ordinary on the first day in case she had forgotten something and had to return home to collect it, the last thing I need is my parents finding out I am gay.

After my initial check I returned to my home and had my dinner before returning in front of the television once again for a few more hours until I heard a knock at the door. I then heard my mother's voice call me to the door and to my surprise Tom was stood there. My mum backed away but was within listening distance at which point Tom whispered "Hey Martin, do you like my ass?" to which I had no reply but I didn't need to, Tom turned around, pulled down his pants and shouted "Get a load of it whilst you can!" before pulling his sweatpants back up and running off. I saw several of his friends were hiding at the end of my drive way laughing at me.

I turned around after shutting the door to face a concerned looking mom, "What did he mean 'Do you like my ass?'? Have you been looking at other boys?" she said rather calmly, I just shook my head and ran up to my room, furious.

9:00 came and went, I was still furious about what had happened but eventually at 10:30 I decided I would go over to my friend's house and stay the night there, I just could not face my mother. As I was about three houses away I heard a cackle coming from an alley way in-between two houses, I looked over to see Tom; he was staring right at me obviously drunk out of his mind and alone. I went over to ask him why he said what he said but before I could say anything he collapsed onto me. I quickly panicked and decided that I would take him back to my friend's house where I could try and wake him up. At this point my mind had totally innocent thoughts, I was concerned for him and I couldn't deal with my conscience if I just left him.

However, once I laid him down on her bed I started having a rush of thoughts of things I could do. Initially I tried poking and hitting him on the arm to try and wake him with no avail. Then I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to take some pictures, initially it was just pictures of him on the bed but then I lifted up his shirt and took pictures of his slender body and quickly I moved on to his beautiful butt. Not taking much time to admire each body part as I knew I had to act fast and I could always review the images later. I then went to take a picture of his penis but as I was taking off his pants again he awoke. He quickly caught onto what I was doing but in his drunken state he was unable to do anything major to stop me.

I quickly thought in my head that this was the point of no return. As Tom was rolling around on the bed I ran over to the wardrobe and grabbed the chrome steel handcuffs, quickly securing Tom's hands behind his back I ran down stairs and grabbed a role of duct tape, returning to the bed room to tape his mouth shut and his legs together. I had a massive rush from this but slowly I was realising just what it was that I had done, it was too late now, too late to take it all back and carry on, I might as well enjoy this before I get into trouble.

I decided that I would wait until he was sober the next day before I would do anything so I moved him into the spare room and taped his hands to the bed post and put a rolled down beanie to cover his eyes. I then went downstairs to watch some television eventually falling asleep.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of something moving upstairs, I moved quietly up to see Tom trying to move his arms. I entered the room and quickly found myself getting aroused by the sight of him struggling to get free. After about half an hour of this I released the tape holding his arms to the bed post and dragged him onto the bed in the main bedroom. Using a pair of scissors I took from the kitchen I cut through his shirt and removed it completely, at this point he seemed to know what was going on and ceased moving. I turned him over to get a good look at his beautiful tanned body, which by now was moving quite rapidly with his heightened heart rate. Seeing his body in this state was more of a turn on than I could have ever imagined. I then removed his pants in the same method so I did not have to cut his legs free.

Now he was laid there with his eyes covered, his mouth taped, his hands handcuffed behind his back and his legs taped together. Totally naked with the exception of his brightly coloured briefs which clung tightly to his skin. I began to move my hands over his body feeling his curves and the heat from his beautiful skin, every touch I made his skin reacted too. I heard him sobbing and noticed some tears coming down from his eyes. I sat him up right on the end of the bed and took off the beanie that was covering his eyes whilst I was kneeling behind him.

In the previous years I had done several tests to see how far the noise carried using a recorder outside of the house and making louder and louder noises, I knew that even if he screamed the chances of anyone hearing him were slim. So I bent next to his ear, making sure he couldn't see me and whispered "I'm going to remove the tape from your mouth now, you can scream if you want, but no one is going to hear you, makes it easier for both of us if you don't."

He began to nod when I carefully removed the tape from his mouth. At this point he immediately opened his mouth wide ready to shout so I cupped my hand over his mouth. I then reminded him that he shouldn't scream or else I can make this entire experience a lot worse for him. I removed my hand and he remained quiet, this pleased me a lot because without his cooperation it would be much less enjoyable. At this point I was unsure what to do next, do I ask him questions? Do I touch him? Do I fuck him? My mind was racing I had not even though ahead as to what I was going to do, I sat here behind him for some minutes deciding before realising I should explore the rest of him first. I reapplied the tape realising taking it off in the first place was just a waste of my precious moments with him.

Laying him on his font I told him to stick his ass in the air which he instantly did. This is it, the moment I have wanted all my life. I slowly moved my fingers in between the rim of the briefs and his body moving my hands slowly down and over his ass the briefs were removed and there, staring right at me was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, the light brown colour, hairless, perfect curves made me almost cum right on the spot. I then rolled the briefs down to where I had taped his legs as I might want him to wear them again later.

I then spread apart his cheeks to take a look at his hole, a sight that justified the years of lust. I quickly began to lick the rim of the hole preparing it for my finger, I kneeled there for two minutes licking away at his hole before finally penetrating him with my index finger. I heard a moan threw the tape which was ignored as I took the finger back out. I then decided it was time to use the first toy, a simple vibrator, pink with sparkles along the 7 inch [18 cm] shaft. She always seemed to have a supply of lube under her bed which I applied to the vibrator before returning to Tom, still with his ass in the air I got behind him again and spread his cheeks with my left hand. I positioned the vibrator at the entrance to his hole, turned the vibrate to medium and plunged it into the darkness. Instantly I heard grunts from Tom and at first he clenched however it wasn't long before I had a good 3 inches [8 cm] inside of him at which point I turned the vibrate up to maximum. At this point I noticed that he was no longer flaccid in his penis but in fact it had stood to attention. I doubt he was gay, probably just a reaction I thought to myself. I then buried the vibrator deeper inside of him 5 inches [12½ cm], I didn't think he could take anymore I could already hear him crying again. I then decided I would leave him there, with the vibrator going whilst I went to get some lunch. The curtains to the room were still shut, so I left the room, closed the door and I could hear the vibrator going still and his mumbled moan.

I preceded downstairs and had a bowl of cereal which didn't last long because I was eager to return to Tom. Once I came back in the room I could smell Tom was sweating but he had calmed down now obviously getting use to the feeling. I walked over to him and removed the vibrator to which he seemed please. I then put the beanie back over his eyes so he couldn't see me still and I told him I was going to remove the tape from his mouth, he nodded.

Once the tape was off I told him, "Listen here, you're going to be my plaything, first you will suck my cock. If you do anything other than make me feel good I swear to god I will bring you into a world of pain. But first, you're going to suck the vibrator clean." To which he nodded. I then positioned the vibrator switched off in front of his lips and he began to lick it and after a few seconds I pushed it into his mouth, he wasn't willing but he wasn't resisting either.

I became so horny watching this that I threw the vibrator on the floor and said that it was my turn. I quickly positioned him on the floor, hands still secured behind his back whilst I sat on the end of the bed, bringing his mouth to my fully erect 5 and a half inch [14 cm] penis. Quickly I was inside his mouth; the feeling of his tongue rubbing along my cock was amazing, instant gratification. Slowly edging my way deeper into his mouth, I didn't want to make him gag, not the first time. I had him carry on sucking me for 2 or 3 minutes until I could hold it no more. I wanted to see him swallow my cum so I told him to keep it in his mouth when I came. A few seconds later I almost passed out from the pleasure he had given to me, I felt as though an entire testicle had been unloaded into his mouth, telling him to open his mouth so I can see it oozing around the inside of his mouth before I gave him the command to swallow it.

He shook his head and tried to spit it out but I covered his mouth with my hand and grabbed his nose, he had to swallow. I then removed my hand to see that he had swallowed it which almost made me cum again. By this point his penis had gone flaccid again; evidently anal stimulation is far better than sucking my cock. It was at this point that I was interrupted by a loud buzzing sound, at first I was confused, looking around trying to figure out what it was that could be making this noise. But then I realised it was his phone, I went over to his discarded pants and retrieved the phone and quickly turned it off.

When I turned around Tom was facing me and he had managed to get the beanie off from over his eyes. He looked astonished that it was me who was keeping him captive, his eyes red from the tears he cried, he was speechless. I instantly ran over to him and taped his mouth shut as to stop him from shouting again. I pushed him back onto the bed and shouted at him "This is what you get!"

Immediately my animal instincts over took me as I plunged the head of my penis into his asshole. I felt his body shake; even though the vibrator was bigger I was a lot more manoeuvrable with my penis, in and out as I pounded him hard. I went fully inside of him so I could feel his ass against my legs and I am fairly sure he could feel me deep inside him as well as he was crying harder than ever. For about three minutes I carried on fucking him as we both became sweaty and tired I was finally ready to blow inside of Tom again. When I did I know he felt it, he just stopped squirming and lay there. I too just stayed there, inside him, enjoying the moment. When I collected myself again I removed my cock and took a step back to admire my work, I noticed some of my cum was dribbling down the back of his leg.

Grabbing a towel from the wardrobe I cleaned up. Not wanting to let him have a moments peace I bent him over the bed again so that I could reinsert the vibrator on random mode, this meant that every five minutes it would change the vibration setting. Then I pulled up his boxers over the vibrator and added extra tape to his arms/legs and mouth, covered his face with the beanie again and moved him inside of the wardrobe and shut the door, taping the handle as well. Moving downstairs I grabbed my phone and jacket and left the house returning to my own.

Once at home I couldn't stop thinking of the beautiful boy I had bound in that wardrobe and the torment that is happening to him as I sit here. I went on with my day as if it were any other until the clock struck 9:00PM I headed back over to the house.

Instead of going straight up to Tom I poured a pink of milk and toasted some bread which I planned to feed to him as he must be hungry. I went up to the bedroom and put the food and drink on the bedside table. Moving over to the wardrobe I heard the vibrator before I even opened the door. I lifted Tom out of the wardrobe and took the vibrator out of his butt and pulled his briefs back up, removed the beanie and took off the tape. At this point his eyes were bloodshot which in a way turned me on. I placed him down on the bed and put the glass to his lips where he drank most of it right on the spot and soon after ate the toast which I had prepared for him.

Picking up the plate and glass I began to walk out of the room when I heard him mutter something. Quickly I turned around to face him and he looked me in the eyes and said "Sorry".

I was shocked to hear this come from his mouth but that didn't matter I could not risk him shouting for help so I told him to be quiet or the tape would go back on. Returning from the kitchen I noticed that Tom was aroused which confused me, is he also gay? All these years and maybe he felt the same way? I sat down on the floor next to him and put my hand on his leg. "Tom, are you… gay?"

He seemed to take a few moments to understand what I asked him, clearly his thoughts are racing. But his answer came back "I'm no fag."

My heart dropped at this point I had hoped he would have said yes.

The moment was interrupted as I felt a vibrating in my pocket, it was my phone. I checked it to see a message from my mother saying "Please come home I need your help with my laptop."

I decided that I should go home now and leave Tom to regain his strength for what I planned to do to him tomorrow. I re-secured the tape to his mouth, put him back in the wardrobe and left for home.

The next morning when I awoke I was ready to spend the entire day with Tom. After having breakfast I set out for the house. I walked past the spot where I had found Tom and chuckled to myself just how lucky I had been. Upon arriving at the house I noticed the curtains were slightly open this struck me as odd because I was usually very careful about keeping them shut. However when I got to the door I found that it was unlocked, my heart sunk. I rushed upstairs to the bedroom to find torn tape all over the floor. Opening up the wardrobe and Tom had gone. I almost passed out at this point, I felt as though I was walking on thin air.

Looking around I noticed he had taken his clothes however he had forgotten his phone. I took the phone and locked the house up, heading back towards my house. All the way there I was anxious, shaking, fear struck. I had never been so paranoid that the police would come around the corner and haul me off to prison.

When I made it home I heard my mum shouting me, I told her that I wasn't feeling very well and was going to get some rest. Once I got to my room I immediately logged onto Facebook to see if he had posted anything. Going onto his wall I noticed a few comments saying "Good night last night" but nothing about me and him. My train of thought was interrupted by the doorbell and hearing my mums voice saying, "He's not feeling very well at the moment."

I wondered who could be calling at my house for me? Usually they phone in advance. I awkwardly moved over to the window to see who it was and to my astonishment it was Tom. I ran down the stairs and told my mum to leave me to it before approaching the door. When I looked him in the eyes he nodded to me and said "Alright."

I nervously responded, "What are you doing here?"

To which he said, "I think I left my phone in your room."

I then ushered him into the house and we both ascended up the stairs into my room.

The End