He was fast asleep on the couch as I entered the house. I had been watching him for weeks, learning his routine, waiting for the perfect opportunity. As far as I could tell he had recently moved to our little town. He didn't have any close friends yet, no one to miss him. The perfect target.
His mail says his name is Matt, not that I cared much. All I cared about was how he looked when I spotted him on the rowing machines at the gym. He wasn't hugely muscular but he was very toned and lean. He had a cute face and short dark hair. I followed him home that day, noting that he lives alone in a relatively isolated part of town. He works in an office building during the day and spends evenings alone watching TV and playing video games. Most nights he falls asleep on the couch.
The TV is still blaring as watch him sleep. He is slumped on his back, length ways across the couch. One arm draped down to the floor. A mobile phone sits on the coffee table in front of him, house keys lying next to it. I pocket them. On the same coffee table I place my bag of toys, unzipping it for ease of access later.
I survey the room. The downstairs is open plan, with a small kitchen on the far end. A dining table sits between the kitchen area and the living area. The living space has a three seat couch with matching armchair. The space is sparsely decorated with only the coffee table and TV stand to complete it. An open staircase leads up to an upper landing, running the width of the room. I know upstairs has three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom and a spare room.
I set about making preparations for our games night. Locking the front door I pocket the key. I do the same for all windows, thankful that the double glazing will also prevent anyone from hearing our fun. Moving to the kitchen I hide anything sharp or dangerous. I don't want anyone to get seriously injured by our fun. I unplug his landline, and switch off the router just to make sure.
Preparations complete, I stalk over to my soon to be plaything. His sleep looks peaceful, totally unaware of the ordeal he is about to endure. Carefully I climb onto the couch with him, straddling his body as I position my face in front of his. I re position his arms above his head, holding both wrists with one hand. I can already feel my erection straining in my pants, the anticipation is killing me. Without wasting any more time, I clamp my free hand over his mouth.
His eyes slowly open, then shoot wide in wild shock. I am an imposing figure, 6.4 and built. I didn't bother to wear a mask so he may recognize me from the gym. Breaking out of his shock, he struggles ineffectively against me, kicking up at my back whiles trying to free his hands from my iron grip. He shouts and screams into my hand.
I sit there as he bucks and writhes under my form. He continues to struggle for a minute or so as I look down on him. His kicks and twists get weaker as his breathing becomes more labored. Soon he realizes the futility of the fight, ceasing his struggles he looks pleadingly into my eyes. I love the look a boy gives when he realizes he is no longer in control of a situation.
"Hi Matt. Your names Matt right? We are going to be playing a fun little game tonight. Does that sound good?"
"Nnngngggh!! Mmmppgghff!!"
"Oh good, I hoped you would like the idea. Do you want to hear the rules of the game?"
"Nuu... Gaaanah!! Nnuu... Nuugh..."
"They are simple really. In a minute I am going to release you and count down from 10. Once I am done I will try to find you. If I can catch you, I will remove an item of clothing and apply one of my toys from my this here bag. I will then release you and start over. There may also be a bit of slap and tickle between rounds, just you and me. Sounds fun right? If you are able to escape then I will let you go. But if I am able to remove all items of clothing then I win and you and I get to know each other better? How does that sound?"
"Mmmpf..."
"Glad you are on board. I guess as long as we are clear on the rules I can release you now. Get ready."
In one motion I release the kid from my grasp as I raise my body from his. He scrabbles out from me, tripping as he lunges for the front door. I sit up, savoring the start of the hunt
"10... 9..."
The kid grasps at the front door, desperately yanking down on the handle. Obviously it wont budge. In a panic he starts to bang on the door with his fists.
"8... 7..."
Giving up on the door he runs to the window, flinging open the curtains to try the handle. Also locked. He peers out, looking for anyone to help. But there is no one.
"6... 5... "
The landline is next. It is an old fashioned corded wall phone. In his panic he likely doesn't notice the lack of dial tone as he dials for the police.
"4... 3..."
Dropping the phone he charges to the kitchen, pulling open draws and cupboards to find a weapon. It amuses me when he pulls out a spatula as if that could help him.
"2... 1..."
I see him searching for his mobile to no avail.
"0, Here I come"
I stand and face him. Staring him down as he freezes near the kitchen, on the other side of the dining table. I shift left but dodge right. He falls for it, scrambling to get away from me. I easily catch him by his arm. He punches blindly, catching me in the chest. Reaching forward, I grip his neck in one hand. I lift the kid easily, throwing him across the room. He lands awkwardly, sprawled across the floor.
I stride over as he struggles to rise. Grabbing a foot, I pull of one sock. I drag him by his ankle over to the coffee table. Reaching into my bag, I extract a pair of handcuffs. When the kid sees this his struggles become frenzied. He screams in panic, calling for anyone to help. A swift kick to the stomach puts a stop to this.
The kid, now gasping for air, tries to crawl away form me. I crouch down on him, placing a knee into the small of his back. He cries out as I first cuff one wrist, puling it behind his back before securing the other in the same fashion. I stand and watch him pull at his restrains for a moment before continuing our game.
"10"
The kid painfully tries to stand, his bound wrists making the movement difficult. Panting heavily he stumbles up the stairs, almost tripping and falling in his haste. I watch as he crashes through his bedroom door. A moment later he slams the door closed again.
I continue to count down. Taking my time with it, I make sure I close the curtains that the kid flung open earlier. I wouldn't want anyone to peek in on us. Reaching zero I make my way up the stairs and to the bedroom. Opening the door I peer around the room, there is no sight of him.
I know he hasn't escaped through the locked window. It is evident there is only one place to hide, the closet. I stalk up to it, flinging the doors open. Matt is cowering in the back, trying to use some hanging clothes to hide himself.
"Please. Please just leave me alone. I can give you money. Please, just let m..."
I cut him off with a quick jab to the stomach. He doubles over, coughing and wheezing as the air is once again knocked out of him. I grab him by the hair and pull him out the room. The punch to the gut and the speed of my stride cause the kid to fall. He is helpless to stop me as I drag him down the stairs, bumping down each step.
I reach the couch and throw the kid onto it. Pulling off his remaining sock, I turn to rummage in my bag. I find what I am looking for, an O-ring gag. I push the kid onto his back. He tries to get away but I sit on his chest, pinning him in place. Using my hands I forced his mouth open, placing the gag just behind his teeth before securing it behind his head. He moans through the gag, his complaints slurred by the gag.
"Remember when I said there may be a bit of slap and tickle between rounds? I think now is the perfect time for it. Don't you think?"
"Noghh. pleash. pleash. noghh!!"
I ignore him as I slowly unzip my pants, pulling out my aching cock. It stands at a more than respectable 7 inches. Thick and veiny, it must be an intimidating sight for the kid. Gripping my member, I use it to slap the kids face. He shakes and tries to get away but I hold his face still. I circle the ring of the gag with my cock head, letting some of my pre drip down into his open mouth.
Standing, I kick my trousers off. I am now naked from the waist down, my erection standing tall and excited. I move to the end of the couch, dragging the boy with me by his hair. I pull his head off the side of the couch, holding either side of his head as I line up with the gag. I sink my aching manhood deep into his mouth. He gags and chokes on my erection, the feeling of his throat convulsing around my cock is incredible.
I groan in quiet ecstasy as the kid writhes underneath me. I stand with my cock buried in the kids throat, my balls pressed against his nose. I wait 10 seconds before pulling out. He coughs and splutters, gasping in deep breaths. I allow a few seconds before plunging in again. This time I fuck him for real, pistoning in and out as he chokes on my girth.