The Painter

Author: Eddie
Title: The Painter
Date: 01 May 2018

The Painter

Part 1

“I’ll be there first thing in the morning. Thanks very much, sir,” said Chris as he hung up the phone. He couldn’t believe his luck. Finally a job, and a pretty major one at that. It would take him a good week to paint a whole house by himself, and he convinced the guy to pay him by the hour. Maybe the summer was looking up after all.

It had gotten difficult to make the rent. Chris wondered if staying in his apartment at school was the right decision. Not that being at home would have been all that great either. He didn’t get along with his dad, and most of his friends didn’t come home for the summer anymore so he’d probably have been pretty lonely. Most of his friends had saved money throughout the school year and were now enjoying themselves in exotic, far away tropical destinations. And he was stuck trying to start his own painting business. So far he’d painted two small rooms of this old lady’s house. It was obvious that she didn’t have much money, so he didn’t charge her very much. But this job would turn everything around. The guy didn’t even haggle with the price that Chris quoted. He immediately said that it was fine as long as Chris could start immediately. Obviously Chris jumped at the opportunity. He began getting all the necessary materials together for the next day.

On the other end of the line, Joe was smiling. “That was too easy,” he thought to himself. “It’s all falling into place rather nicely.”

Joe had found a homemade flyer in the mailbox of his new house the previous morning advertising a new painting business. The kid even put a picture of himself on the flyer. That’s what really got Joe’s attention. The kid was gorgeous. The typical college student look, which is exactly what Joe liked. And the kid didn’t even realize he was divulging a lot of personal information when Joe asked him some questions on the phone. Chris was all by himself this summer and was struggling to make the rent. He hadn’t been in touch with his father to ask for money because they didn’t get along. In fact, Chris’ dad didn’t even know where Chris was or what he was doing for the summer. So naturally Joe promised a nice price to paint his entire new house. Not that the amount mattered. Chris wouldn’t be seeing any of the money. Joe whistled a happy tune to himself as he got his materials together for the next day.


Part 2

Chris was up at the crack of dawn. He was excited about his new-found job which promised him more than enough money for the rest of the summer’s rent. He stretched his tight body as he got out of bed. “This is going to be a good day,” he thought to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror. He kept his 6 foot frame in good shape by swimming and lifting weights. He flexed both of his biceps and was impressed with the sight. He then looked down and realized he had a raging hard on. He made a face at himself in the mirror and laughed. “Time to take care of that,” he thought. He stripped off his boxers and made his way to the shower. The cool water felt good on his skin. He was so low on money that he couldn’t afford to run the air conditioner which made for a rather hot apartment. But Chris had a more urgent need than thinking about his financial situation. He took the bar of soap and made a thick lather in his right hand. He began to stroke his dick, alternating the rhythm from a fast pump to a slow, soft stroke. Chris enjoyed jerking off in the shower with the cool water flowing down his body. He caressed his nipples with his left hand which heightened the building sensation in his groin. Soon he was breathing heavily and spurting a load of cum which was washed down the drain.

After his shower, Chris dressed in a pair of shorts and a white tee-shirt, both of which showed off his body nicely. After a quick check that he had everything he needed, he headed off towards Joe’s house.

Meanwhile, Joe was also having a pleasurable morning. He, too, woke with a morning woody, but for rather different reasons than Chris. He was hard because he had dreamed of what he had in store for the handsome young man who would unwittingly arrive at his house in about an hour. Joe walked around his house, which was still relatively empty, checking that his surprises were ready to go. He reached down his shorts and massaged his dick in the middle of his empty living room. As each image flashed in his mind he got closer to orgasm. The end of each imaginary vignette was the same: a sleeping Chris. Joe came with a force that he knew would only be surpassed by the real thing. He took a shower to clean himself off. He smiled to himself as he dressed. Today would be a grand day. He looked at his watch. Chris would be arriving shortly. Then the fun would begin.

Joe went into the kitchen to prepare some special lemonade. He knew that it would get pretty hot in the house that day, especially since there was no air conditioning. That should ensure that the boy would be thirsty. And that thirst would set the stage for the remainder of the day’s events.


Part 3

Joe was just putting the pitcher of lemonade into the refrigerator when the doorbell rang. Expectantly he hurried to the door. Standing on his doorstep in person, Chris was even better looking than Joe had thought from his picture. Chris’ blond hair shown in the morning sunshine; the smile with which he greeted Joe made him feel incredibly excited. Joe could tell that Chris was well-built: the t-shirt revealed muscular arms and concealed a broad chest while his shorts clung to a rounded butt and showed off his legs. Joe broke himself from his stare.

“So you must be Chris,” said Joe extending his hand.

“That’s me. Thanks again for this opportunity, Joe. I really appreciate it,” replied the young stud, accepting Joe’s hand.

“Come on in,” continued Joe. “I’ll apologize up front that I don’t have any air conditioning. I think it’s going to get pretty hot today.”

“No problem. I’ll deal with it.”

Joe ushered the young man into the house. Chris began looking around the mostly empty rooms, getting an idea of where he would start and how long it might take.

“I have all the paint in the living room. You brought brushes and rollers and stuff, right?” asked Joe.

“Yep. I have everything in my truck. This is a great house, by the way,” remarked Chris, hoping that comment would make Joe happy. Not that he was lying; the house was really well laid out, airy and bright.

“Thanks. I’m really pleased with it. It’s just such a drag moving all my stuff. As you can see, I’ve barely started. So far I’ve only moved in my bed and some small pieces of furniture. But I thought it would be easier to paint with nothing in it.”

“You’re absolutely right. This way I don’t have to move any furniture or worry about getting paint all over it. This job should be no problem,” observed the young man.

“Great. I’ll leave you to it then. I have some paperwork to get done. I’ll be in my bedroom if you need anything,” said Joe.

“O.K. I’ll start bringing my stuff in and get started.”

Joe’s bedroom was in the front of the house which gave him a clear view of Chris as he made several trips to his truck which was parked in the driveway. Chris brought in brushes, rollers, paint pans, tape, a ladder, and other supplies. Joe enjoyed his view of Chris; he could see the young man’s muscles working as he lifted his equipment. And Joe salivated over Chris’ ass and legs. His dick lurched as he began to think about what he had in store for this unsuspecting young hunk.

Meanwhile, Chris began his painting. He and Joe had discussed which color to paint each room on the phone on the previous day. Each can of paint was marked with the corresponding room. “Man, this guy is doing all the prep work for me,” thought Chris. “I can’t believe how much he’s going to pay me for such a simple job.”

Chris began in the living room, the largest room, which he was painting a simple white. He encountered no real problems in getting the room completed, other than the growing heat. By the time he had finished the room, he was drenched in sweat. He began moving his supplies into the dining room when Joe came into the room.

“The living room looks great, Chris.”

“Oh, thanks. Man, it’s gotten really hot already. Would you mind if I took off my shirt. I’m totally soaked.”

“Not at all,” replied Joe. “I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” With that, he reached down and pulled off his shirt, revealing to Joe a finely sculpted torso. His chest and abdomen were hairless, but the hair under his arms and his perfect treasure trail excited Joe tremendously. Chris used his shirt to wipe down his ripped upper body. Joe marveled at Chris’ pecs, lats, and abs. Chris obviously spent time working out.

Chris turned and caught Joe staring. “You’re sure you don’t mind me working without my shirt?” Chris asked again, rather slyly, flashing Joe a grin that almost melted him. He threw his shirt into the corner.

“N…no,” Joe was able to stammer back. “Go right ahead. You’re in great shape. Do you work out a lot?”

“A few times a week. I also swim a lot which is a great workout for the entire body. I like to keep myself fit.” Chris grasped his hands above his head and stretched. The image fixated Joe’s stare once again. “Man, I can’t believe this heat wave. It must be 90 degrees already. Could I get something to drink?” asked the thirsty hunk.

“Of course. I’m sorry I didn’t offer you something before. That was pretty rude of me,” answered Joe.

“No problem, dude.”

Joe went into the kitchen and got the lemonade out of the refrigerator. He filled a glass, put it and the pitcher onto a tray, and returned to Joe. “I hope lemonade’s OK. I brought out the whole pitcher in case you wanted more.” Joe put the tray on the floor and handed Chris the glass.

“Thanks a lot, man,” said Chris. He drank almost the entire glass in one gulp. “That really hits the spot. One more glass and I’ll get working on this room.” Chris refilled his glass and began to drink it down as well.

Joe was pleased that his plan was working so well. He decided he should get on with his ruse before the tranquilizers in the lemonade kicked in. With two glasses already in him, it wouldn’t be long.

“I hope it’s OK with you, but I have to run a couple of errands. I should be back in about an hour,” Joe lied. “You don’t mind being in the house by yourself, do you?”

“No problem, as long as you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. I trust you, Chris,” replied Joe with a smile. “Like I said, I should be back in about an hour or so.” With that, Joe left the house through the front door. Chris heard a car door close and then a car engine turn over. He saw the car pull out of the driveway through the front window. He finished his second glass of lemonade and got to work painting the dining room.

Joe turned the corner and parked his car. He grabbed a small bag that was on the passenger seat and quickly made his way back to his house. He quietly entered through the garage. He thought that Chris should be getting drowsy in about 10 minutes or so. While he waited, he opened his bag and put the contents on the floor in front of him: a translucent Halloween mask, a white cloth, and an amber bottle.

Joe waited another ten minutes. “On with the show,” he thought to himself as he put on the mask, grabbed the cloth and bottle, and headed upstairs.

He carefully crept to the edge of the dining room and peered in. Chris’ back was to Joe which made him smile as he watched the young man’s muscles flex as he continued to paint the wall. But Joe could easily see that Chris was having a lot of difficulty in this task. His motions were slow and disorganized. Several times Chris stopped painting and wiped his face with his hand as if he were trying to clear his head. “This is going to be excellent,” Joe thought as he smiled at the young stud trying to stay awake. He opened the amber bottle and wetted the white cloth.

The roller suddenly dropped from Chris’ hand, and he began to sway back and forth. One hand reached up to his head once again while the other shot out to steady himself against the wall. Joe knew this was his opportunity. He darted out from the living room, the cloth in his right hand ready. He slipped his left arm around Chris and pulled him away from the wall. Before Chris could really react, Joe placed the chloroformed cloth over his nose and mouth.

Chris was already too drowsy to fight off this attack. He barely knew what was happening to him. He could feel an arm wrapped around his chest, the body of a person behind him, and something on his face. But that was all the coherence his thoughts had. As the smell of the chloroform penetrated his nostrils, instinct took over and he began to shake his head in an effort to remove the smell. But his strength had been sapped by the tranquilizers in the lemonade. His struggle, which began only weakly, quickly slowed. As he took more breaths, his head got heavier and harder to move. His right arm, which was still free, lost its ability to reach up and sank limply to his side.

Joe was getting increasingly excited as this well-built young man was falling prey to his attack. “That’s right,” he spoke softly into Chris’ ear, “a few more breaths and this will all be over. Go to sleep. Go to sleep.”

Joe used his knees to gently knock Chris’ knees out from under him. He guided the young man down to a kneeling position while pressing the cloth more tightly on his face. “That’s it, out you go.”

Joe heard Chris sigh and then his whole body went limp. Chris was now his. Joe gently lowered Chris onto the floor while still keeping the cloth in place. After two more breaths, Joe removed the cloth and put it in his pocket. Chris was totally out. He looked peaceful lying there on the floor of the dining room, his muscled chest rising and falling with each breath, now of fresh air. Joe smiled at his prize as he took off his mask. “This is going to be a good day,” he said to the unconscious youth.


Part 4

Now with his mask off, Joe continued to look down at the slumbering Chris. “He looks so peaceful lying there after his struggle,” Joe thought, “unaware of the fun that lies ahead.”

“If this isn’t a Kodak moment, I don’t know what is,” he said smiling to the sleeping hunk at his feet. He went into the bedroom and found his instamatic camera. “I’m glad these things are still around,” Joe thought as he stood deciding what pictures to take. “Just a few to remember this moment,” said Joe as he snapped several pictures of Chris’ unconscious form. “We’ll save some for later, though,” Joe said as he put the camera and the pictures back in the bedroom.

Joe knelt down next to Chris and stroked his hair and face. He then moved down to his naked chest, feeling the solid muscle of Chris’ pecs and the peaks and valleys of his ripped abdomen. Joe’s excitement became readily apparent as he now had a raging hard on. “Well, it’s about time we took care of that,” said Joe to his engorged member.

Joe pulled Chris up into a sitting position and then grabbed him under his arms. He dragged Chris over to the wall of the dining room and hoisted him up to a standing position, using the wall to support Chris’ body. Joe then quickly got in front of Chris, leaned his left shoulder down toward Chris’ waist, and allowed the sleeping stud to fall gently onto his shoulder. Joe hoisted Chris up and wrapped his left arm firmly around Chris’ tight legs. Joe was totally enjoying Chris’ weight on his shoulder. He was aroused as Chris’ hands touched the small of his back as he walked around the room with his prize. With his right hand, Joe massaged Chris’ ass through his shorts, looking forward to a few minutes from now when he would be touching it without the impediment of clothing. “Let’s get you into the bedroom, shall we?”

Joe carried Chris into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Joe was salivating at the thought of removing Chris’ clothes, a task he began immediately. Joe first removed Chris’ sneakers and socks. Joe spent some time caressing Chris’ feet, calves, and thighs, feeling the strength in his powerful leg muscles. Slowly Joe’s hands crept under Chris’ shorts, closer and closer to the ultimate prize. Joe could wait no longer. He undid the button at the top of Chris’ shorts and slowly opened the zipper, purposely lengthening the moment. He then tugged at the shorts, working them down Chris’ legs, and finally slipping them off and throwing them into a corner of the room. One more piece of clothing to go: a pair of white boxer briefs that clung tightly to Chris’ sweaty body, accentuating every curve of Chris’ ass and hips. Joe could see the outline of Chris’ dick through the wet fabric. His fingers at first gently traced the limp organ; next, he used his hand to rub it through the material of the underwear. His other hand reached down his own pants and began to work on his own raging member.

Joe could wait no longer. He grabbed the boxer briefs and ripped them apart, exposing Chris’ impressive although flaccid dick nestled under a small mound of blonde hair. Now that Chris was naked, Joe pulled off his own clothes in a hurried frenzy and stood before the still sleeping young painter. He resumed his synchronized pumping of both his own and Chris’ dick. And while Chris wasn’t responding to the stimulation, Joe surely was. He was soon breathing heavily; he was close to climax. As he felt the pressure building, he held his breath as several long streams of cum shot out and landed on the magnificent abs of the drugged youth. Joe was panting after such an intense experience. He looked down at Chris with a genuine appreciation on his face. Chris had not stirred during any of this.

Joe looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the table. Between the tranquilizers and the chloroform, Joe knew that Chris would be out for another 30 minutes. To fill the time, Joe set about securing Chris’ wrists and ankles to the bed. Joe took his time, savoring the feel of the young man’s muscles as he moved and manipulated them into place. Finally, Joe smiled down at the now spread-eagled young man. The sight of Chris tied up began to excite Joe. Enough time had passed that Joe’s hard on returned.

To relieve the situation, Joe climbed on top of Chris and laid down on the prone form, his own body an imitation of the spread-eagled figure below him. As the two men were about the same height, every body part was placed in mirror-image position: arms against arms, chest against chest, groin against groin, legs against legs. The two men’s dicks rubbed against each other’s lower abdomens. Joe began humping against Chris’ body, the friction successfully stimulating Joe’s cock. Joe stole a kiss from the unconscious boy’s lips as his dick erupted a second time, spilling its white sticky liquid once again on Chris’ abs.

Completely spent, Joe laid against Chris’ body, nuzzling his neck, taking in the man’s smell, luxuriating in the feeling of his own body against the solid frame of the young Adonis. Joe was losing himself in the euphoric feeling when he felt a slight quiver below him. After a few more minutes, the movements continued, and he detected the faintest moanings coming from the boy’s mouth.

“Ah, so you finally awaken,” Joe whispered in the ear of his secured victim. Joe slowly climbed off the bed so he could watch as Chris battled to regain consciousness. “Now I can repay you for the pleasure you’ve given me so far.”


Part 5

Reluctantly, Joe pushed himself off of Chris’ slowly-awakening body. He quickly left the room to gather the necessary materials for the next step in his plans. He picked up the Halloween mask from the floor of the dining room and put it back on. He also grabbed a painter’s mask from the painting supplies in the living room and retrieved the bottle of chloroform. “Now time for more fun,” Joe said to himself, extremely pleased with how things were progressing so far. His dick was already hardening for what was to come.

When he returned to the bedroom, Joe found Chris almost fully awake. He was pulling at the restraints that held his wrists and ankles secured to the bed. Watching the young man’s muscles straining made him even harder. Chris’ biceps were pumped as he pulled at the straps; his thighs, too, were taut with strain. His six-pack abs were pulled tight, a magnificent sight. Having this young stud under his complete control was making Joe extremely horny.

Joe remembered the camera. He picked it up and took several pictures of Chris’ struggling form, his muscles now glistening from the sweat that had coated Chris’ chiseled form.

“What’s going on?” asked Chris, finally able to utter a coherent sentence. “I feel woozy. Why can’t I get up?”

“Because I don’t want you to,” replied Joe from behind his mask. “Since you gave me some physical pleasure while you were sleeping, I thought I’d repay the favor.”

Joe moved toward the bed with his materials in either hand. At the sight of the masked naked man moving toward him, Chris began to panic and buck more vehemently against the bonds. But he was tied too securely to make any difference.

Joe sat on the bed beside Chris, almost mesmerized by the sight of the hunk he had lying right there beside him. Chris’ next outburst brought Joe back to the reality at hand.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” yelled Chris at the top of his lungs. “Let me the fuck up!”

“Such strong words from someone who’s not going anywhere anytime soon,” Joe confidently replied. “I think it might be time to calm things down a bit.”

Joe put the amber bottle on the nightstand and proceeded to pull back the elastic strap on the painter’s mask in preparation for placing it onto Chris’ face. The young stud’s eyes opened wider in fear as the mask descended toward his face. Chris began to thrash his head back and forth in an attempt to keep this masked freak from doing whatever it was he had planned.

Joe smiled behind his mask. He put the painter’s mask down on the bed. He reached down to Chris’ dick and balls and grabbed on tight. This immediately made Chris stop thrashing.

Joe looked directly into Chris’ now watering eyes. “Now that I have your attention, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to stop thrashing around so I can put this mask on your face. Then I’m going to give you the best hand job of your life as you drift off to sleep. Otherwise that pleasure will turn very quickly into pain. Do you understand?”

Chris’ face was a grimace of agony. He knew he had no choice in the matter and nodded his head.

“Very good,” Joe said as he released Chris’ balls from his grip. Chris let out an audible sigh as the pain diminished.

Joe picked up the painter’s mask once again and this time very easily slipped it onto Chris’ face, effectively covering his nose and mouth. “This will be fun, Chris. Just lie back and enjoy the ride. Not that you have a lot of choice.”

Joe reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. From inside he picked up a small glass dropper and set it beside the bottle of chloroform. He also grabbed a plastic vial filled with lubricant. He squeezed some into his left hand. He returned the vial to the drawer and then opened the bottle of chloroform. He picked up the dropper and immersed it into the bottle, drawing some of the liquid up. He was now ready to begin.

With his left hand, Joe began to massage Chris’ dick, sliding his slick hand up and down the thick shaft. Chris responded as any twenty-something male would: he almost immediately became fully erect at the stimulation. Despite the circumstances, Chris began to enjoy the feeling. He began to take in long breaths as the pleasure increased. Joe took advantage of this change in respiration. He held the chloroform-filled dropper above Chris’ face and began to drip chloroform onto the painter’s mask. The initial smell of the chemical jolted Chris back to reality as the fumes made him cough.

“Just relax,” Joe said soothingly to the bound stud. “Take calm breaths and you’ll start to feel like you don’t have a care in the world.”

Chris tried to hold his breath, but Joe continued to stimulate his rod by swirling his thumb and forefinger around the head of his dick causing him to gasp in pleasure and thus breath in the potent fumes of the chloroform. As Joe’s ministrations continued, Chris’ vision became blurry; he felt like he was floating above the bed, disconnected from what was being done to him.

Joe saw Chris’ eyes begin to glaze over. He added more drops of chloroform to the mask as he continued working the muscle stud’s package. Chris began to relax more and more as the chloroform took effect. At the same time, Joe was pumping harder and faster on his cock to be sure that Chris came before he fell completely unconscious.

As his orgasm approached, Chris could feel a pressure building up in his balls. His moans of pleasure increased as the chloroform was putting him out. His thoughts were cloudy, but he realized that this combination of physical pleasure and chemically-induced floating was an incredible combination. Chris could no longer hold back: his back arched as his dick erupted, spewing forth wave after wave of cum.

As Chris climaxed, Joe placed several more drops of chloroform onto the mask. As the orgasm subsided, Joe continued to pump on the now sagging organ, with special attention paid to the overly-sensitive head. Chris’ breathing was now deep and even; he was taking in the drugged fumes easily now. Joe looked down at the handsome young man and saw his eyes flutter shut in a deep sleep.

Once Chris’ eyes closed, Joe let go of the boy’s dick. Chris took a few more breaths through the mask before Joe removed it from his face. Chris was once more in a deep, drug-induced sleep.

Joe removed his own mask, leaned down, and kissed the sleeping stud’s lips. His own dick was now a raging hard-on. “Too bad I only have two hands,” said Joe to the slumbering young man. “It’s time to take care of this.”

Joe’s left hand was still slick with lube and Chris’ cum. He grabbed his throbbing member and pumped up and down as he stared down at the bound, unconscious boy-toy. He re-ran the last event in his mind and came as he recalled Chris’ eyes closing from the chloroform fumes.

“Sleep well, young Christopher,” said Joe as he once again kissed the sleeping muscle hunk. “We’ll have even more fun when you wake up.”


Part 6

As Joe cleaned himself up from his last ejaculation, he decided to try something other than chloroform on the painter stud he had tied up on the bed. A smile crept over his face as he devised a new way of putting this gorgeous guy to sleep.

Joe immediately set out to retie Chris in a slightly different position. He left the bedroom and looked through the painting supplies until he found what he was looking for: the long pole that you can attach to a roller in order to paint ceilings. He returned to the bedroom and untied Chris’ ankles from the bedposts. He slipped the pole underneath Chris’ knees. Using the pole, he raised up Chris’ legs at the knees and then quickly tied the pole in place. Joe then took another length of rope, tied it to either end of the pole, and then looped it around the top of the bed frame. This raised up Chris’ legs exposing his hole. “Perfect,” thought Joe. “Easy access for the next round.”

Joe grabbed the Halloween mask and went to the kitchen. He retrieved the bottle of tranquilizers that he had used on Chris earlier. He grabbed a plate and a spoon and began to crush several of the tablets into powder. He then added a small amount of water and mixed the tranquilizer powder into a paste. As he was putting the bottle back in the cupboard, he heard faint moans coming from the bedroom.

“Ah, Prince Charming awakens once again,” said Joe to himself. “We’ll see how long he can stay awake this time.” He put on the mask, grabbed the plate with the tranquilizer paste, and walked back to the bedroom.

As Joe walked into the bedroom, he saw that Chris was almost conscious. He placed the plate on the nightstand and sat by the tied up hunk. “I see you’re awake again,” he said to Chris as he grabbed the young man’s package.

That stimulation brought Chris to full consciousness. He realized that he was still tied to the bed, but this time with his butt in the air! “What the hell are you doing to me? Let me up. Please!”

“Don’t get so upset, Chris. We’re having a good time here, aren’t we?” said Joe as he continued to stimulate Chris’ rod. “I can tell you I certainly am. We’re going to try something a little different this time.” Joe opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand and rummaged around. After a few moments, he found what he was looking for and pulled it out of the drawer. Chris’ eyes widened in fear at the sight of Joe’s new toy.

“I think this will do nicely,” said Joe, holding up the butt plug right in front of Chris.

“What are you going to do with that?” asked a horrified Chris.

“Well, I’m glad you asked, my young stud,” replied Joe as he stroked Chris’ chest with the plug. “I’ve come up with a little experiment I want to try on you. I’ve made a little tranquilizer paste over here, and I want to see how long it will take before you pass out if I cover the butt plug with the paste and administer the tranquilizer anally.”

“You’re fucking crazy! Let me the fuck up! NOW!” screams Chris at the top of his lungs.

“Now you’re going to have to stop that. I don’t want to have to chloroform you. That will mess up my experiment,” Joe calmly replied. “But we do have to cut down on this noise.” Joe walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled out two bandanas. He balled one up as he walked back to Chris. “Open wide.”

“FUCK YOU!”

Joe reached down to Chris’ balls and gave them a hard squeeze. Chris yelped in pain. “Haven’t we done this before, young man? Just cooperate and you’ll be feeling better in no time.”

Joe released Chris who obediently opened his mouth. Joe shoved in the balled up bandana and tied the other one behind Chris’ head. “That should keep you quiet until the tranqs kick in. Shall we get started?”

Joe picked up the butt plug and Chris’ eyes once again widened in horror. “Is this your first time?” asks Joe.

Chris nodded his head as tears began to roll down the side of his face.

“Oh, no need to cry, dear boy. I’ll make sure you’re all loosened up before we actually perform the experiment.” Joe reached in the top drawer of the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. He coated the butt plug with lube and then paused. He looked down at the helpless hunk and said, “Well, maybe we will use some chloro to help relax you a bit. It’s for your own good.”

Joe put down the plug and grabbed the amber bottle and white rag. He wetted the rag and sat down by Chris’ head. “I’m not going to put you completely out. But if you’re nice and relaxed, then the plug will go in much easier, OK.”

Chris reluctantly nodded, knowing he had no real say in the matter. “Good boy,” Joe whispered in Chris’ ear. “Now just breathe deep.” Joe gently placed the rag over Chris’ nose and mouth. Chris once again began to breathe in the drugging vapors. Chris felt his head get heavy and his vision blurred. Joe saw the young man’s eyes begin to flutter and removed the rag.

“That should be enough for now. Let’s see just how relaxed you are.” Joe picked up the lube-covered plug and worked it slowly into Chris. Despite the chloroform, Chris groaned at this unrecognized penetration.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be enjoying this in no time.” Joe began to work the plug in a bit further until it reached Chris’ prostate. Chris’ groans suddenly turned to moans of pleasure. “I guess I found the right spot,” said Joe smiling.

Joe continued to slowly work the plug in and out of Chris’ ass, manipulating the prostate with each plunge. Chris began to come out of his chloroform haze, but found that he was actually enjoying this new stimulation. Joe recognized the pleasure that Chris was experiencing. “I told you that you’d like it. Well, now that you’re used to it, let’s start the experiment.”

Joe removed the plug and dipped it in the tranquilizer paste, completely covering it. He held it up to show Chris. “I don’t know how long this will take to work or if it will work at all. But I’ve always wanted to try this on someone, and I can think of no better person at the moment.”

Once again the plug was inserted into Chris’ butt. Chris’ moans of pleasure resumed. Joe decided to increase Chris’ enjoyment by stroking his dick. Between the stimulation of his prostate and the jacking of his cock, Chris was experiencing more pleasure than he had known at one time. “What’s happening to me?” he thought. “Why is this guy doing this to me?”

These thoughts were interrupted by a new wave of pleasure as Joe began to play with the head of Chris’ cock. His lube-covered fingers slowly circled the sensitive head, causing Chris to arch his back in delight. Just when he thought that he couldn’t stand any more, Chris began to feel funny. His head began to swim and his vision blurred.

Joe saw that Chris’ eyes were beginning to flutter. “How are you feeling, Chris?” he asked as he removed the bandanas from Chris’ mouth.

“Feeling . . . funny . . . floating . . . sleepy,” was the disjointed reply.

“We’d better get you off before you fall asleep,” said Joe as he began to pump more quickly on the stud’s package. Joe left the plug inserted to allow Chris to absorb the last of the tranquilizer. Even though he was going out, Chris was responding well to Joe’s action on his dick. Once again he came in large spurts of cum.

“You certainly are a trooper,” said Joe in amazement.

Chris could barely keep himself awake. He was physically spent from all the stimulation and the tranquilizers were rushing through his system as his heart continued to beat quickly as a result of his powerful orgasm. Through blurry eyes he watched as his masked captor raised the white rag and placed it over his nose and mouth.

“Sleep tight, my well-built friend,” said Joe as Chris’ eyes closed once more.

“Well that was one successful experiment,” said Joe to the now unconscious Chris. “I knew the tranqs had almost put you out, but I couldn’t resist ragging you again. It’s the personal touch I always like,” he said as he touched the sleeping stud’s face, neck, and chest.


Part 7

Chris began to regain consciousness. He opened his eyes but saw only blurry images. He blinked several times and shook his head to clear the cobwebs. At first he didn’t know where he was. But as he looked around the room, the events of the past few hours came flooding back to him. He remembered the naked man in the Halloween mask standing over him with the chloroformed rag. He remembered being sedated by the drugged butt plug. A shiver ran down his spine.

“I gotta get out of here,” he thought to himself.

As his mind became clearer, he realized that he was no longer tied down. He was still naked, but was not restrained. He thought this was odd, but decided not to lose any time considering the reason for his newfound freedom. Chris simply knew he had to get away.

Chris carefully sat up in the bed, trying not to make any noise. Although he was still rather shaky due to the chloroform and the tranquilizers, he made his way to the door. He listened carefully for any indication that his captor was nearby. Hearing nothing, he cautiously opened the door a crack and peered into the hallway. Nothing moved. There were no sounds.

“This is my only chance,” Chris thought. “I’ve got to try to get away.”

With that thought, Chris quietly crept out of the bedroom where he had been held. He made his way down the hallway into the dining room. He saw that all his painting supplies were still where he left them. Suddenly, flashes of the initial struggle there ran through his mind. His heart was beating faster than he could ever remember. He turned toward the living room and saw the front door.

“Almost there,” he encouraged himself. “Once I’m outside, I’ll run to a neighbor’s house or flag down a car.”

Chris made a mad dash to the door and, he hoped, to freedom. But as he reached for the doorknob, he heard a sound behind him. Before he could even turn around, he was tackled to the ground which knocked the wind out of him. He was lying on the floor face down and could feel another person’s body sitting on top of him. He tried to turn himself over, but couldn’t. He was still too weak from the drugs. Despite his best efforts, he could not pull himself out from under his attacker or push him off.

“Leaving so soon, Chris? I don’t think that fits into my plans.” Chris recognized the voice. “I thought I’d have a little fun with you. I was getting bored with you constantly tied up. So I decided to catch you again like I did earlier today. All this struggling makes me horny.”

With that, Joe grabbed onto Chris’ arms and pulled them back, locking them onto his bent knees. He had Chris essentially in a camel clutch. Joe put much of his body weight onto the lower back of Joe, causing the young man to cry out in pain.

“It seems like you’re not enjoying this, Chris,” said Joe sarcastically. “I know I am.”

Chris could feel his attacker’s boner hitting the small of his back. But in this position, there wasn’t much he could do to resist.

“I think it’s time we went back to the bedroom, don’t you? You must be tired from all this exertion.”

Joe then clamped a cloth over Chris’ nose and mouth. By now Chris was familiar with the odor. He thrashed his head back and forth as much as possible, but this had little effect. Eventually he was forced to take a breath of the sleep-inducing vapors.

Joe was thoroughly enjoying the struggle that the muscular young man was putting up. He knew, though, that he had complete control having gotten Chris in such a position. It was only a matter of time before Chris was once again sleeping.

For his part, Chris was doing his best not to breathe, but it was a lost cause. After a few breaths, Chris’ vision began to blur, and he felt the familiar buzzing sound enter his head. What little movement he was capable of began to slow as his entire body began to feel heavier and heavier. Soon he was breathing normally through the cloth, inhaling more and more of the chloroform. His eyes glazed over, his eyes closed, and he gave one last sigh through the cloth. His entire body went slack.

Joe could literally feel his victory beneath him. When he felt Chris’ body totally relax, he removed the cloth and gently placed Chris’ body on the floor. Once again, Chris was unconscious, a peaceful look on his handsome face. Joe had a raging hard-on as a result of the struggle. Looking at the slumbering youth, he could not hold back. He grabbed his rigid dick, and after only a few strokes his body shuddered and a stream of cum landed on the floor next to Chris.

Joe went to the bathroom to clean himself up and then returned to Chris. “I think it’s time for some more fun with the stud,” Joe said as he turned Chris over onto his back. For the second time, Joe scooped Chris up onto his shoulder. Even though he had just climaxed, this event caused Joe’s dick to become rock hard anew. As he carried the youth back to the bedroom, he caressed Chris’ legs and ass and could feel his arms hit the small of his back. The feeling was indescribable for Joe.

“It’s time for another game, my young friend. And I think it’s time to get my doctor friend involved in the fun.”


Part 8 (Conclusion)

Awareness slowly returned to Chris. As he struggled to consciousness, he could feel that his arms and legs were once more restrained. He then realized that he was back on a bed. Slowly he opened his eyes. Though his vision was still blurry, he could discern that he was once again in the bedroom. While his vision gradually cleared, he tested his bonds. He was tied tight, again spread-eagle on the bed. His anger suddenly flared as his predicament became clear.

“Fuck!” he screamed to the empty room. “I was so close to getting out of this place,” he thought to himself. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

Joe heard Chris scream and smiled. “Ah, my painter boy is awake,” he said into his cell phone. “So we’re clear on the plan? Good. I’ll see you soon. Bring the stuff.” He hung up and placed the phone on the table beside him. “Time for some more fun.”

Joe put his mask back on and entered the bedroom. “Well, sleeping beauty is awake. I guess it’s time for some more fun.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” asked the bound stud.

“Because you are beautiful,” was the simple reply. “And because I can,” he added as he walked over to the side of the bed and gently stroked Chris’ face. He then picked up the cloth and bottle that were on the nightstand. Chris’ eyes widened at the now familiar sight. “Another round, I think.”

Chris started thrashing on the bed, but his restraints were too tight. “Please don’t,” he pleaded. “No more.”

“But this is sooo much fun for me. And I think you’re having more fun than you admit.” With those words, Joe unscrewed the cap on the bottle and inverted it over the cloth. He replaced the lid on the bottle and was ready. He turned to Chris and reached down to the stud’s flaccid cock. He slowly stroked the young man to an erection.

“Get your fucking hands off me!”

“Oh, but Chris, you’re obviously enjoying yourself. And I have something here that will help you relax.” Joe clamped the cloth over Chris’ face once again while continuing to manipulate the hunk’s package.

With his dick being massaged, Chris breathed in the chloroform in rather ragged gulps. By now he knew the series of events: his eyes began to glaze over and his vision clouded. He heard buzzing in his ears. His consciousness was falling away, and he gave into the pleasure he was feeling.

Suddenly he heard a far-away voice say something like, “What the hell was that?” Just as quickly, he no longer smelled the chemical vapors of the chloroform. Fresh air was entering his lungs. He also no longer felt a hand on his hard-on. With difficulty, Chris raised his head in time to see his masked captor rushing out the door. The door slammed behind him as he left.

“What’s going on?” Chris groggily thought to himself. Through the chloroform haze, Chris thought he heard commotion from somewhere out in the house. He was trying to make sense of what he was hearing when the bedroom door opened. To Chris’ surprise it was his employer.

“Chris! Oh my God! What’s happened here?” exclaimed Joe (now fully clothed) as he rushed over to the side of the bed. “I came home from running errands and then there’s this naked guy in a Halloween mask rushing toward me. I guess I scared him off because he grabbed his clothes and ran out the front door,” he lied.

Chris’ head was beginning to clear and he was able to raise his head. “Man, am I glad to see you. That guy’s been knocking me out with chloroform and . . .” Chris trailed off, unable to complete the sentence. He assumed that his being tied to the bed naked would fill Joe in.

“Don’t worry. He’s gone. Let’s get you untied, and I’ll call the police.” Joe then released Chris from the restraints and helped him to sit up on the bed. “Are you feeling OK now?”

“I guess so . . . considering.”

“Let me get you some water,” said Joe, excited that the next step in his game was beginning.

“Yeah, that would be great. My throat’s really dry from the chloroform, I guess.”

“Just relax, Chris. I’ll be right back.” Joe left the room.

Chris looked around the bedroom and saw his shorts and boxers in the corner. He tried to stand up, but his legs buckled, and he found himself sprawled on the floor. He was pulling himself back up when Joe returned to the bedroom with a glass of water in his hands.

“What happened? Did you fall? Are you OK?” asked Joe with a concerned tone to his voice.

“Yeah, I was trying to get my shorts. I guess I’m still a little groggy.”

“Here, let me help you.” Joe put the glass down and then picked up the shorts and boxers from the corner of the room. He went over to Chris, helped him to stand, and then handed him the clothes. “I’ll help keep you steady while you put these on,” offered Joe.

With some difficulty, Chris steadied himself on Joe and was finally able to pull up the boxers and then the shorts. He sat down again on the bed. Chris felt a lot better now that he had some clothes on.

“Here’s something to drink,” said Joe as he offered the water to Joe.

“Thanks, man,” said Chris. “I still don’t believe all this happened. It’s all so weird.” Chris gulped down the water.

“I think it’s time we called the police,” replied Joe. He pulled a cell phone from the pocket of his jeans and dialed. “Yes, 9-1-1. I need to report a burglary and assault. . . . At 504 Redline Road. . . . Good. We’ll be here waiting. Thank you.” He hung up the phone. “The police should be here in less than 5 minutes.”

As they waited, Joe said, “Chris, I’m so sorry about all this. It’s all my fault for leaving you alone. If we were both here, maybe this wouldn’t have happened to you.”

“It’s not your fault, dude. I just hope that the police can catch this freak before this happens to anyone else. But he had a mask on the whole time so I don’t know how helpful I’ll be.”

Just then the doorbell rang.

“That must be the police. Wait here. I’ll let them in.” Chris nodded and Joe left the room.

Joe opened the door. “Hello, James. So glad you could make it.”

“Is everything going according to plan?”

“Perfectly,” replied Joe. “He doesn’t suspect me at all. He’ll think you’re a detective. This will be easy. . . . And fun. I trust you brought the necessary item.”

“Right here,” said James as he patted his shirt pocket. “Lead the way.”

The two men smiled at each other as Joe led the way down the hall. They entered the bedroom to find Chris still sitting on the bed, but having some trouble keeping himself upright.

“Are you all right, Chris?” asked Joe.

“Yeah, I just feel a little funny. I guess everything caught up to me all at once.”

“Chris, this is Detective James. He’ll take your statement.”

James walked over to Chris and they shook hands. James noticed that Chris’ eyes were a bit glassy and knew that the small amount of tranquilizer he was given was taking effect and would make him pliable.

“I’ll try to make this quick,” said James. “Then we can get you to the hospital to be checked out.”

“OK . . .” said the drugged young man.

“The first thing I need you to do, Chris, is to show me how you were restrained. Would that be all right?” asked the fake detective.

“I guess so. But I’m still sort of freaked out about it all.”

“I understand, Chris. But you’re safe now. I promise that nothing else will happen to you.”

“All right,” said Chris reluctantly. He was tired and just wanted to get this over with. He positioned himself on the bed.

“Could you assist me?” James said to Joe.

“Of course, detective.”

The two men proceeded to put Chris’ wrists and ankles back into the padded leather restraints. Once this was accomplished, the two men looked down at their now helpless prey.

“Well that was actually too easy,” said James. “I thought he might put up a little bit of a fight.”

“I made sure that wouldn’t happen with the tranquilizer. I didn’t want any damage to occur to your new toy.”

“When you put it that way, I am forced to agree.”

Chris looked up at the two men with a confused look on his face. “What are you talking about?” He struggled limply against his bonds; the tranquilizer had sapped his strength.

James took up the explanation. “My young stud, I’m not the police. I’m a doctor friend of Joe here. He’s played with you enough for today. Now you’re coming with me. I think you’ll find my makeshift examination room fascinating. You’ll be put to sleep in quite a number of ingenious ways. And after I’m through with you, there are several others who will love to play with a body as gorgeous as yours. And there’s a part of your body I haven’t seen yet. Let’s change that.”

James reached into his pocket and retrieved a pair of scissors which he used to adeptly cut through Chris’ shorts and boxers, once again exposing the young man’s cock.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” exclaimed James. “We are going to have a lot of fun together, Chris. And I don’t see why we should waste any time. I think it’s time you said goodbye to Joe and come along with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you! Let me the fuck up!”

“I see that the tranquilizer has worn off. But that’s OK, Chris. I brought something along with me that will help you get some much needed rest. When you wake up, you’ll be working hard so you should get some sleep.”

James reached into his pocket again and pulled out a filled syringe. Chris’ eyes widened in horror.

“Please, no. Don’t,” begged Chris in a whisper.

“It will only sting for a moment and then you’ll sleep.” James sat on the bed beside Chris and removed the cap from the syringe.

“No . . . no . . .”

“Shhhh,” said James as he stroked Chris’ face and hair. He deftly inserted the needle into a vein in Chris’ neck. “Go to sleep, my young stud. Sleep.” He continued to caress the young man’s face, neck, and chest as he drifted off.

Chris felt a warmth extend from his neck through his chest and arms and down into his abdomen, groin, and legs. He could barely feel his new captor touching him. His field of vision grew narrower. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but nothing came out. His eyelids became heavy; it was almost impossible to keep his eyes open. He could feel the darkness enveloping him. After another few moments, Chris felt nothing at all.

James and Joe watched as the bound young hunk’s eyes slowly drooped close. His taut muscles relaxes totally. Chris was in a deep, drugged sleep.

“That will keep him out for several hours,” said James. “Time for us to go.”

The two men untied Chris. James shouldered the slumbering stud and carried him to his car. Chris was placed in the back seat and covered with a blanket.

“So what’s next for you, Joe?” inquired James.

“Chris only got one room painted. Maybe I’ll hire myself another painter,” laughed Joe.

“Maybe you should hire a young carpenter to build you a bar or something. That could be interesting. You don’t want to limit yourself.”

“I’ll keep you informed. Who will get him after you?”

“Steve is up next. This kid is in for some rough times ahead,” replied James.

“I always like to get things started. Give me a little time and I’m sure I’ll come across someone new who’s interesting.”

“You’ve never disappointed before, Joe. Well, gotta go have some fun.”

James got in the car and pulled out of the garage. Joe watched him drive into the distance with Chris unconscious in the back seat, unaware of his new fate as a boytoy who would be traded among a group of men who would repeatedly knock him out and sexually abuse him.

“This was a fun day,” Joe thought to himself and smiled. “I think I’ll look for some more flyers starting tomorrow.”

The End