Leather Skin Biker

Sometimes I like to surprise my slave with something unexpected. Bondage, kidnap, and rape scenes are among my favorite scenes. So I decided to set up a rape scene for the boy. I screened candidates online until I found just the right man for the job. This guy was cruising one of the hookup sites that I frequently troll to find a bud to help me use my slave. He was a cocky guy with a nice face and long cut dick of average thickness. He was ex-military, blond-haired, blue eyed, nice runner’s build and lightly hairy. About 6 feet tall. Early 40s. About a size 11 boot. I like to get to know the men who will use my boy, so I asked him some questions about his military experience, his views on power dynamics, authority, and rape. This guy was on the same page with me, and I decided to give him a shot at my boy.

I planned the rape for a weekday evening. My boy usually gets home from work around 8:00 p.m., so I had the perp arrive at 7:30 or so. We talked about the scene, what I wanted him to do, how it would go down, how intense he could be–all the logistics. My gut told me that I had chosen well. This fucker was just as cocky in person as he was online. Nice, but overly confident and full of himself–a man after my own heart. And he was very masculine–the military experience would surprise no one who met this guy.

So the plan was that the lights would be out when my boy arrived home. The perp, Gaius, would be waiting in the dark, just inside the door, wearing a ski mask and nothing else. He’d surprise my boy, wrap his arm tightly around my boy’s neck, then drag him to the bedroom, throw him on the bed, rip off his pants, and rape his boy cunt. That was the plan. At about 7:50 we got into position and lay in wait for the boy. I fully intended to stick around for this scene–I wanted to watch him rape my boy according to my instructions. The way I look at it, when a guy participates in a scene at my request, then he is really serving me as he uses my boy. I looked forward to letting this cocky ex-military bitch fuck my boy on my command.

At 8:00 p.m. on the dot we hear the key in the door. The lights are all out. My boy walks in and before he knows what’s happening Gaius has his arm around my boy’s neck and he is dragging him to the bedroom. There was some struggle, but my boy caught on pretty quickly. So Gaius was nicely verbal, forecasting for my boy what was about to happen, telling him to keep his mouth shut and take it. I could hear the rapist pull off my slave’s pants and then I heard the pumping. I took a look in at the scene, and saw Gaius raping my boy. My slave still had his shirt and work ID badge on as the ski-masked rapist fucked his hole. I had already agreed to let Gaius rape his hole raw, which was not a common thing. So there was the rape scene itself, and then there was the subtext, which was bareback rape. I had encouraged Gaius to cum inside my slave’s hole when he was done raping him. I knew I was going to enjoy this.

So after Gaius had plowed my slave’s hole for a few minutes he got up and came back out into the livingroom and kitchen. Once again exhibiting the confidence I had sensed in him, he walked around my house as if it were his, roaming from one room to the next, letting my slave savor the moment and wonder what would happen next. Gaius checked in with me to get some feedback on how he was doing so far. I told him that he was doing a great job, but that he could kick it up a notch and rough the boy up a bit. No sooner said than done.

Before I knew it Gaius was back at my boy’s hole, this time while he had his arm wrapped snuggly around my boy’s neck. I heard my boy gasping for air as Gaius raped his boy cunt yet again, this time even harder. I could hear the pounding my rapist perp was giving my boy’s hole–the hole that I own and control. I was enjoying this scene very much. It was like watching live porn in my own home. And knowing my slave the way I do, I knew he was loving this.

Finally, I could hear Gaius’ breathing get louder, and I heard his thrusting slow a bit. I knew what was coming. As I mentioned, I don’t normally let strangers cum inside my property, but Gaius had received my permission, so I was looking forward to him breeding my boy’s hole with his hot load. And then he did. I heard my slave whimper as the hot spooge filled up his hungry boy pussy. And with that, Gaius pulled out, got up, told my boy not to move, and then came back out to the livingroom where I was standing. He pulled off the ski mask and handed it to me. I offered him a bottle of water for the road. Gaius had worked up a good sweat raping my slave’s hole. This was definitely a win-win-win. I enjoyed it, Gaius enjoyed it, and there was no doubt the boy enjoyed it. I took quiet satisfaction knowing that this handsome bitch, Gaius, had done my bidding.

After the rapist was gone, my boy comes padding out of the bedroom naked from the waist down. He still wore his shirt and employee ID badge. Meantime, some of Gaius’ hot, sticky seed was dripping down the inside of his right leg. I took some of it on my finger and put it in my boy’s mouth. What did my slave have to say? Simply this: “Thank you, Master.”

This entry was posted on Tuesday, January 15th, 2008 at 7:56 am and is filed under Fucking, Rape, Unwrapped.