I could hear the scraping of a chair against the tiles and the subtle whistle as he came closer. I had been tied down for ten minutes. Maybe five. I have no idea. It's hard to keep track of time when you're naked and blindfolded. My breath was heavy, brimming with desire and my skin was on fire. I could smell him close to me. He blew soft air over my lips and I opened them in a gasp.
“Keep it open,” he said.
I felt a slow dribble of liquid on my tongue. It was his spit. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, eager for another taste. He chuckled.
“Oh, we're really going to have fun” he said, before the next dribble landed on my nipples followed closely by his tongue. I whimpered softly and my nerve-endings tingled. He traced his fingers from my nipples, across my chest, softly in the corners of my abdomen, down into my crotch, ignoring my caged cock. With a long labored breath and slow deliberate moves, he lifted my balls and lightly tapped my hole. He liked to call it his coochie, and this time he whispered it in my ear to remind me.
“This coochie is so beautiful. It's mine. It was made for me. My beautiful pussy, you hear me?”
I couldn't respond. My toes were curling. My spine was tingling. Eze was not just drumming on my right caramel rosebud, he had slipped a finger into my chute and was now playing the piano in my tunnel. His fingers left no stone unturned in me. I was a moaning mess. He moved his fingers slowly and rubbed my prostate in a circular motion. I felt like my body was on fire, and my squeals confirmed it. My hole was now gushy and budding open. That's when I heard the camera click go off. Eze laughed sinisterly, took his fingers out of my hole and smacked my ass so hard while giving a flick to my balls, I cried out in pain and pleasure.
This was just the beginning.
3 Weeks Earlier
“Dave, you really need to get your ass up and go to work. You'll get a query if you don't” my roommate said. I grumbled and kicked against my bed, before deciding that I didn't want to get fired after all, and slipping out the frame.
Josh looked at me, cracked a smile and just shook his head before turning to leave for work. He was almost out the door when he stopped.
“I hope you have a great excuse for your boss to explain your three-day absence,” he said, and then slammed the door.
I jumped up and started prepping for work. Within 20 minutes, I was ready. I stood in front of the mirror, berating myself. I wasn't ugly, some have even called me cute, but I just had a few facial features that I could've done without. Like my nose - it didn't have to take so much room on my face. Or my hair.
“I wish I had more hair,” I muttered as I set off to work. Thankfully, my boss had been on a work trip for the past week, and HR was feeling gracious, so I got a pardon. My day was filled with boring work until I took a break and decided to surf Instagram. It was all memes and cute videos, until I stumbled on his page. His name was Eze, and he looked like he just walked out of a wet dream I never knew I had.
His Instagram page was empty, but he had quite the number of pictures on his highlights. I hit the follow button and went through his highlights, taking a gulp with every swipe and almost feeling feverish by the time I was done. I have been celibate for months now, certain that queer relationships were a past chapter in my life. My last relationship ended badly and my sex life hasn't been anything too crazy, so I was fine being celibate, until now.
From what I had seen, I could tell that Eze stood at a height around 6 feet", with a physique that striked the perfect balance between muscular and lean. His broad chest and defined abs, along with many pictures of him in the gym, suggested hours of dedication to fitness. He didn't look like those overly bulky gymrats or the intimidating bulls. He looked just right. Enough to turn heads without seeming too intimidating. His arms looked solid and powerful, with hairy, meaty forearms that added to his rugged appeal. His facial hair added to his ruggedness, with a thick, heavy mustache and a persistent 5 o’clock shadow that lent him a perpetual look of just having rolled out of bed in the sexiest way possible.
I had never been so fascinated with any man, but the fact that he seemed to be in my state according to his highlights, it just gave me more reasons to indulge in this new obsession. I went back to his highlights to take a closer look and like the pictures. He had to notice me. Turns out my plan was working, because in a couple of minutes, he followed me back.
“Shut” I said, a little too loudly, drawing the attention of my co-workers.
“Sorry,” I muttered, before turning back to my desk to mull over what had just happened.
“Is he even gay? He doesn't look like it”. “We have some mutuals, but what if he's not gay?”
“He's so hot though, the things I'd let him do to me”
I thought to myself.
I was thinking about texting him for the rest of the day and even when I got home. Josh was none the wiser, but even if he were, he was also straight and homophobic, so I couldn't tell him about my new find. I just decided to observe from afar, until I was ready.
The decision was great. But days rolled into weeks and I couldn't get him off my mind, so I did the inevitable. It was a simple hello. I wasn't expecting a response. I didn't get one until several hours later.
“Hey. Wassup?” It read.
That was the beginning of my destruction.
