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Part one.

Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively quietly neighborhood. One that until recently had never known much in the way of criminal offense. A flock of house break-ins in the immediate surroundings had seen many of the house physician arm their homes with the latest in home protection. This new applied science came with a hefty price tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the base security measures installed already and were all more than delight with it 's performance and that they felt safer, more secure in their home once more seen Tracey have the twist installed in her own home. One can never be too heedful, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new home security was more than helpful. It took ten go twenty-four hours to have it fully fitted to her plate. Six of those days seen The woman in her mid twenties having to intrust the installer to work at her house whilst she herself was at work. Tracey worked part time as an editor for a small publication company three years a calendar week, the rest of her time was taken up by her own authorship or time spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few body of work of fiction that had earned her a sizable little sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for added safety in her home.

When the instalment was complete the man she now knew as Jonathan sat her down and helped her upload software program onto her laptop that helped her control all facet of the organisation. An app was also uploaded to her smart phone and both twist, then synced together and with the security system.

Jon also helped her add two of her fingerprints to the now keyless unveiling to her home and to that of the new display monitor on the wall in her kitchen. She was thrilled to watch she could command her central heating, Inner Light and appal all from her phone when she was not even home ! Yep, definitely Worth its terms tag she had thought to herself.

Weeks went by and Tracey 's day by day modus operandi was back to normal, uninterrupted by whole kit being carried out on her home. She had to take she felt a whole lot safer now that she had the latest in household security. It certainly came in handy now that the weather was turning and the night and twenty-four hours were growing ever warmer too. There were no more account of house burglary in the arena. The region had returned to its lull, peaceful, leafy self once more.

Jonathan had called a couple of clock time to ascertain that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the secondly call she received from him, he asked her out for dinner. But Tracey had politely declined. Telling him that she was not ready for dating anyone at the acquaint. And that she had recently been through an discompose break up of a long family relationship.

This was not entirely unfeigned, in fact, it had been well over two years since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another woman. Leaving a young Tracey with trustingness and commitment proceeds. He seemed to assume this excuse and she heard no more from the man that Installed her plate security.

Jonathan :

The moment he laid his center upon the midget blonde he was smitten. Not only was she easy on the eyes, but Tracey was friendly, civil, accommodating. Always asking if he would like a drink or a snack. She had even prepared him a luncheon fourth dimension repast on the days she was at home whilst he worked there. All of these things and Thomas More told Jonathan that this fille was the one.

He became settle on on her, pouring through her figurer when she was not dwelling house, careful to cut through any raceway he may cause made whilst doing so. He learnt a lot about her in those days she was at workplace. She was an only when baby, her parents having her later in biography has seen them already living in a easy retirement village a ten hour driving up the slide from their Daughter.

Jon also learnt through emails that it had been a tenacious time since his new obsession had been with a man or even on a date for that matter. This pleased him to no end. She would be nice and pissed. God, how he could n't wait to fall off his fat meat into her. Feel her tight trivial sex gripping his spear. Man was she going to be a delight.

Jon did n't care much for how she might feel about him. No matter what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method, learnt from the mistakes he had made with previous char and men he had stalked, Fucked and made to obey him until he tired of them. Tracey he doubted he would ever sap of though. She had a perfect piddling consistency, sizeable tits and a firm bottom that he had a feeling had never been breached.

sedation was his preferred method acting, not that Jonathan couldn't pull in chicks the conventional way, he was a good looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the ladies and the lad for that matter. Through tribulation and misplay he had finally got it down pat. A concoction of his own pattern that he would slowly fee to her over the course of a few hebdomad before he made her his. She would be so ripe for the plucking by the time he was ready to finally fuck her that She will be more than volition. Begging him even.

Jon called her twice under the guise of checking up on her security system of rules. A system he had more control of and access to than She herself did. He was upset that she lied and told him she was still recovering from a recent break up and there for could not accept his dinner party invite. That 's okay though, soon he would be devouring her.

Tiny photographic camera he had set up at key points throughout her home allowed him to chase after her every move whilst she was household. He also Knew every detail of her daily routines. Tracey already belonged to him and She Did not even love It Yet.

Jonathan had started his own routine only daylight after the final install in Tracey 's home. His system allowing him entry into her house with just his fingerprint that he had also programmed into the system.

He would await until well after the witching time of day and the tranquility little street was deep in slumber and as was Tracey. First on his agenda was drugging the freshly squeezed juice she prepared every night before she went to bed so that it was waiting for her in the fridge for consumption with her breakfast in the aurora. Doing this, he supposed to save her time before work. The chemical slowly building up in her scheme was for the soul aim of building up her libido. Leaving her in a high land of arousal by the time he was ready to strike.

The second thing he did on his new nightly routine was to make certainly she had taken herself Subscribed vitamins that he knew she swallowed after each nightly meal Before bed. The fish oil abridgment he had half drained and filled with a potent sedative using a syringe with a very very well needle.

The last of his nightly ritual was to take in her catch some Z's whilst stroking his dick for protracted time period between pulling back her piece of paper and exposing more of her soma to his hungry optic each night. Tracey would sleep peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the flaccid tegument along her panty line of descent. Cupping her bosom through the silky nighties she liked to jade. He had even gone as far as to bury his nozzle in the apex of the sun's way of her thighs whilst she slept, mouthing her through her underwear, drawing in her musky scent.

He put himself through this torturous nightly routine for the build up. The anticipation of what he intended to do to her was half of the excitement. fuck, she was so divine. Like no other girl he had known before her and he had known hundreds of girl and men in a range of age group. Each night he would stay until he emptied his egg of his seminal fluid, cleaned up, kissed her forehead and gone abode to catch a few hours sleep before his vigil on Tracey began again when he woke.

Whilst she worked he caught up on much needed nap. When she was home, he watched her constantly on his laptop and each Night he would jaw his sleeping angel, each dark he became bolder with the snuggling of her trunk but his ultimate goal was to bear her when and how he wanted and have her beg him for it.

Tracey was not the only person whom he was keeping tabs on. Jon had installed many security measure systems in the vicinity and he had kept a silent vigil on all his clients through the many tv camera he had installed in their homes without their knowledge. Only one other home had caught his interest though and that was of the Jeffersons that lived directly across the street from his sweet, tiny Tracey. The immature twain, both career minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a kinfolk of their own. Too caught up in work and socialising, they barely had time for each former or so it seemed from the away looking in. Jon had access to both their computers, smartphones and their home just like he did Tracey's so he knew better. He had taken lupus erythematosus clock time to bet out the couple then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the Husband Saint Peter enjoyed watching Gay pornography when he was alone, he jacked off to his secret desires when ever he could. From what Jon could gather the man had never engaged in sex with another male, only fantasied about doing so. His Wife Louise who was none the wiser was all about Peter, work and her never ending lists she made so that her / their perfect life was orderly and ran like clock work. Their sex aliveness was active but very fucking dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown bore quickly of watching them fuck. Their forays never lasting more than five, ten mo crown and Louise never came. Not even once. That would soon change.

Louise had planned a night out in the city with some of her work colleagues and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made lists of what to load down and a tilt of things to do before leaving dwelling house, including the shopping menu and recipe for the meals she would prepare the night before and leave for dick to heat in the microwave oven whilst she was gone for the night, keeping them all updated not only on her laptop but her smartphone as well. Jon had smiled when he had read her little lists. He need to be intimate the cocksucker out of soul. Who better then wan na be gay peter ? Tracey had him so on bound that a Night of fun and spill was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a ending vigil on the lilliputian blonde that was his main focus, Jon wasted no time with leaning like Louise, his brain when shifted in to pitch was punctilious.

Late on the nighttime he had first caressed Tracey's cunt through her pantie as she slept Jon disabled the alarm system Peter set every Nox before retiring and let himself into the Jefferson house. Louise's overnight bag was already packed and by the straw man threshold set for her exit the side by side good afternoon. Silent as a mouse Jon moved down the hallway and stole into the kitchen. In the fridge he laced the ready made fettuccine boscaiola Louise had lovingly prepared for her Husband with a strong liquid sedative. The succeeding even would be one Jon would enjoy.

The enceinte male person only bothered checking in again on the President Jefferson home via his laptop when he knew Louise was due to forget. He watched as the heavy breasted brunet hurriedly performed some shoemaker's last instant star sign cleaning so that all would be just right when her married man returned from work to an empty house for the night. Jon was amused that Saint Peter had assured Louise he would rather have an other night tonight as it had been a long workweek via text messages fired back and Forth between the married couple. picayune did Wifey know that her soul mate had already picked out and downloaded three full length phonographic moving picture for his enjoyment. All of them male an male. Peter was going to get to a greater extent male on male natural process then he knew.

Alternating the repose of his evening between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on Peter Jon was growing very restless. dick jerked off to the outset moving-picture show early on in the evening his small prick standing on end as the Male rubbed one out, making a lot more haphazardness then necessary as he came into the towel he had over his legs. Jon became a little unsettle as Peter put the bit motion-picture show on rightfield after he had cum. The nighttime was wearing on and pecker had not bothered with his dinner so far, he seemed content with just drinking beer and tugging on his lowly member as he watched the men do the things he fantasised about. What if he didn't eat ? What if his plan for the dark did not come to fruition ? His headache was put to remain after Peter failed to get him self off during the endorsement picture show. His cock was red and semi flaccid still. Peter obviously frustrated with himself heated his meal in the microwave just after 11.30pm. Jon immediately left with his own pre packed bag and headed straight to Tracey's so that he could carry through his nightly routine and admire the target of his desires as she slept before paying Peter a visit.

After spending a considerable amount of clip exploring Tracey's body with feather lightly touches Jon let his pet to be to enjoy her sleep. He crept across the street unnoticed in his dark habiliment. Disabling the President Jefferson alarm via his mobile Jon was more then ready to sustain some fun introducing Peter to anal sex outset hand. He didn't worry about being quiet once inside, he could get a line Peter's loud snoring the moment the back room access door latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his dupe naked, asleep on the couch. The laptop open on the large coffee tabular array. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four solidification of handcuffs. He secured each manacle to a leg of the coffee mesa. Jon would let to be on his knees to sleep with Peter but that was okay by him. Grabbing cushions off the sofa he placed them at one end on top of the java table. All the while Peter snores in his sleep unawares of the intruder in his home. Satisfied that he was now ready to commove his slumbering dupe, Jon picked up Peters left leg and let it drop off the couch and quickly cuffed the ankle, St. Peter did not stimulate. Maybe Jon had given the man to much sedative drug ? Shrugging his shoulders Jon man handled the human dead weight easily, St. Peter the Apostle was soon splayed out stomach down on the coffee bean table, his ankle joint and wrists all handcuffed securely. The mans stifle over hung the coffee table, the cushions propped under his hips all helped to exposing his arse crack.

The starting time thing Peter would be cognizant of when he woke would be his laptop sitting on a chair displaying the third movie he had purchased. The sec well now. That was obvious. The last things Jon did before waking Peter up with smelling salts was to undress himself, commit on a balaclava and then gag the man that was now at his mercifulness. Sitting down on the couch where peter lay sleeping peacefully just import ago Jon held the smelling salts under the restrained mans nose, the affect was almost contiguous. Jon patiently waited for the useless try of struggling and muffled supplication to die down, amusing himself by watching the porno playing out on the screen in the night until St. Peter the Apostle stilled somewhat. ‘ right hand'he clapped the thenar of his manus down on the tops of his own knees. ‘ let's get a few matter straight now shall we ?'He smirked at Peter when he noticed the Isle of Man gaze had zeroed in on his fat erection. ‘ yes. I am going to fuck you, yes. it will hurt ... ... at first and lastly you may as well just let it befall rather than fight it.'Peter's optic bulged and he tried to plead from behind the gag. Ignoring him Jon made a scene of pulling a vacuum tube of lubricating substance from his bag. ‘ oh and by the way I am capturing all of this on TV. That's right. After tonight I could carry your first metre being fucked in the arse on social media.'

Peter began his struggles anew. Pulling at the cuffs hard. ‘ you know, all you are achieving is marking up your own anatomy and how will you explain that when Louise comes home tomorrow ?'That made the smaller man quiet down some, his torso still shook though. ‘ just relax, enjoy your porno sheik'Jon stands, his monolithic turncock on presentation in all its engorged glory. He thought about the little blond sleeping across the road and his erection jerked with lust. Squeezing lube into the medallion of his deal he took up his shaft of light, stroking its full length, coating it in the input gel. St. Peter's regard was transfixed on the show Jon gave him. ‘ I know it's big tool, probably a bit daunting for you'his actor's line meant to both movement fear and arousal. ‘ don't worry your ass will handle it just fine ‘ Jon disappeared from Peter's sight and positioned himself at the metrical unit of the coffee board between the mans spread wooden leg. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your night family alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricant onto his finger's breadth Jon began his assault on the wan na be gay male. He started smearing the gel over and around the valet de chambre arsehole. No indigence for foreplay here. His cock was beyond hard and Jon desperately needed something tight milking him. Forcing a fat fingerbreadth into the tight opening to load it out Jon chuckled as Peter's sphincter gripped his finger tightly and the man groaned behind the gag. The aggressor had never considered himself as gay. He didn't suction cock and his own buns had never been breeched. He just really like nooky and having his own cock sucked no matter the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lubricant Peter's rear took time to tease apart up a niggling but Jon didn't mind. Who didn't love a tight hole to love ? What did surprise the large man was that it took less time then he had thought it would for good old Pete to pop responding to the finger's breadth fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding finger. Jon chuckled ‘ fuck dude you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a thoroughly petty boy I might even let you suckle my cock'Jon forced a irregular finger into the mans taint, pumping a few times in and out before pulling them out and slapping the hairy buns before him. ‘ best you make like your taking a Irish bull, it will be sluttish for you'Jon maybe many affair but a sadist he was not. He likes his subjugation to get off, to desire him even though he is assaulting them.

Taking up his thick cinch in his paw he guides the tip of his cock until it is pressed up against the virginal muddle. prison term to work a stopcock buff out of Mr Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon button against the resisting sphincter. prick's legs shiver wether it is in pleasure or concern Jon doesn't attention at this point. ‘ if you don't relax and push out like your shitting it's gon na pain'he thrusts a trivial harder to prove the tip and Peter stiffens as the forefront of Jon's cock literally pops inside of him. The male on the coffee tree table struggles against his bonds. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the words. Fuck it feels good to have something other than his own hand gripping his meat. He waits until His screw toy has relaxed a piffling, then with pocket-size short movement he begins working his erecting in and out of the inflame hole ‘ burns huh ? That will overtake'on his stifle in the iniquity living elbow room Jon grunt with pleasure with each new inch that sinks in deeper. he closes his eyes and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The sounds of the smut playing out on the laptop become background noise to Simon Peter's muffled moans of pleasure. Picking up the step now that the lubed burrow has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the male person hip and scratch fucking him in earnest. It does not take long and Peter's body grips him hard, squeezing nice and fucking blind drunk around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't tell me your going to total already ? screw man you are a cock slut in the making'he chuckles and thrusts harder, deeper and faster until his new toy blows his loading into the pillows underneath him. Jon slows, still fucking the man but easing up in his onslaught. ‘ oh yeah, you love strut up your tush don't you ?'He thrusts in mystifying to prove his point and dick groan in delight. ‘ wonder what Wifey would think of all this huh ? Her perfect Husband taking pecker and loving it ?'Giving a few More dim oceanic abyss thrusts just for the hell of it Jon finally pulls out of the now gaping hole. ‘ prison term for you to lactate your beginning cock and taste your own ass'Jon moves around to the front of the coffee table, moving the chair with the laptop on it out of his way. On his genu once more he reminds Peter that they are being recorded ‘ so this is how it's going to go, you are going to suck me off and swallow every finis drop I feed you and if you do it swell the video won't be published and as a reward for keeping our little session here tonight to yourself I just might come up fuck you on a regular ground'he lifts up Peter's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would like that wouldn't you Peter ? Having your prat fucked on the regular ?'Amazingly Peter nods. Jon removes the gag from the mans mouth ‘ open up buddy because I have a fucking huge load to feed you'peter complies and Jon knows he now has a have sex toy to play with whenever the opportunity arises, hell he might even add the big titted Louise into the fold and make it all the to a greater extent fun. As Simon Peter slurped upon his stopcock Jon smiled and thought to himself that he had the best job in the human race. It granted him all the tools he needed to be the staring intimate hunter .
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