Part one.

Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively quiet neighborhood. One that until recently had never known much in the way of offence. A tidy sum of house break-in in the immediate surroundings had seen many of the resident physician arm their house with the latest in plate auspices. This new applied science came with a hefty price tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the home security system installed already and were all more than delight with it 's performance and that they felt safer, more secure in their homes once more seen Tracey have the gimmick installed in her own menage. One can never be too careful, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new dwelling security measure was more than helpful. It took ten functional days to have got it fully fitted to her rest home. Six of those days seen The adult female in her mid twenties having to intrust the installer to function at her family whilst she herself was at work. Tracey worked persona clip as an editor for a lowly publishing company three days a week, the rest of her sentence was taken up by her own writing or time spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few works of fabrication that had earned her a hefty little sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for impart safety in her home.

When the installing was make out the man she now knew as Jonathan sat her down feather and helped her upload software program onto her laptop that helped her control all aspects of the system. An app was also uploaded to her fresh speech sound and both twist, then synced together and with the security organisation.

Jon also helped her add two of her fingerprints to the now keyless ledger entry to her home and to that of the new display monitor lizard on the wall in her kitchen. She was thrilled to learn she could ensure her fundamental warming, Light and alarm all from her phone when she was not even home base ! Yep, definitely worth its price tag she had thought to herself.

Weeks went by and Tracey 's daily routine was back to rule, continuous by works being carried out on her home. She had to accommodate she felt a unscathed lot safer now that she had the latest in home security measures. It certainly came in Handy now that the weather was turning and the nights and days were growing ever warmer too. There were no more reports of house burglary in the area. The neighborhood had returned to its quiet, peaceful, leafy ego once more.

Jonathan had called a duo of sentence to insure that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the second base 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 give. And that she had recently been through an upsetting fault up of a long relationship.

This was not entirely truthful, in fact, it had been well over two class since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another cleaning woman. Leaving a Loretta Young Tracey with trust and commitment issues. He seemed to assume this excuse and she heard no more from the man that Installed her home security measure.

Jonathan :

The moment he laid his oculus upon the diminutive blonde he was smitten. Not only was she easy on the eyes, but Tracey was friendly, civil, accommodating. Always asking if he would care a drinkable or a snack. She had even prepared him a lunch time meal on the days she was at plate whilst he worked there. All of these things and More told Jonathan that this girl was the one.

He became fix on her, pouring through her computer when she was not home, careful to compensate any tracks he may get made whilst doing so. He learnt a lot about her in those days she was at work. She was an only nestling, her parents having her later in life has seen them already living in a well-fixed retirement village a ten hour drive up the coast from their Daughter.

Jon also learnt through emails that it had been a long 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 prissy and pie-eyed. God, how he could n't wait to sink his fat gist into her. Feel her slopped minuscule sex gripping his shaft. Man was she going to be a delectation.

Jon did n't care much for how she might finger about him. No matter what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method, learnt from the mistakes he had made with premature women and men he had stalked, Fucked and made to obey him until he tired of them. Tracey he doubted he would ever tire of though. She had a perfect little body, ample knocker and a firm bottom that he had a tone had never been breached.

Drugging was his preferred method, not that Jonathan couldn't pull chicks the schematic way, he was a sound looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the ladies and the Gents for that subject. Through trial and misplay he had finally got it down pat. A concoction of his own design that he would slowly feed to her over the course of a few calendar week before he made her his. She would be so good for the plucking by the sentence he was set up to finally fuck her that She will be to a greater extent than willing. Begging him even.

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

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

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

He would waitress until well after the witching 60 minutes and the quiet 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 phthisis with her breakfast in the dayspring. Doing this, he supposed to preserve her time before work. The chemical slowly building up in her system was for the soul intention of building up her libido. Leaving her in a high state of arousal by the time he was ready to strike.

The sec thing he did on his new nightly routine was to make for sure she had taken herself Subscribed vitamins that he knew she swallowed after each nightly meal Before bed. The fish oil ejector seat he had one-half drained and filled with a stiff sedative using a syringe with a very alright needle.

The last of his nightly ritual was to determine her sleep whilst stroking his shaft for lengthy periods between pulling back her sheet and exposing Sir Thomas More of her chassis to his hungry eyes each night. Tracey would log Z's peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the flabby skin along her panty line. Cupping her tit through the silky nighties she liked to wear. He had even gone as far as to eat up his nose in the apex of her second joint 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 expectancy of what he intended to do to her was half of the agitation. Fuck, she was so providential. Like no early girl he had known before her and he had known hundreds of Girls and men in a kitchen stove of age chemical group. Each Night he would detain until he emptied his Ball of his seeded player, cleaned up, kissed her forehead and gone home to catch a few hours sleep before his watch on Tracey began again when he woke.

Whilst she worked he caught up on much needed Sleep. When she was home, he watched her constantly on his laptop and each night he would impose his sleeping angel, each night he became bolder with the necking of her eubstance but his ultimate goal was to deliver her when and how he wanted and have her beg him for it.

Tracey was not the sole person whom he was keeping tabs on. Jon had installed many security arrangement in the neighbourhood 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 plate had caught his interestingness though and that was of the Jeffersons that lived directly across the street from his sweet, petite Tracey. The untried couple, both career minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a family of their own. Too caught up in study and socializing, they barely had time for each other or so it seemed from the extraneous looking in. Jon had access to both their information processing system, smartphones and their home just like he did Tracey's so he knew better. He had taken less time to stake out the couple then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the Husband Simon Peter enjoyed watching Gay porn when he was alone, he jacked off to his secret desires when ever he could. From what Jon could cumulate 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, study and her never ending lists she made so that her / their perfect life was orderly and ran like clock work. Their sex life was participating but very sleep with dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown tire out quickly of watching them fuck. Their foray never lasting more than five, ten minutes tops 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 confrere and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made lists of what to pack and a lean of matter to do before leaving home, including the shopping menu and recipe for the meals she would prepare the night before and leave for Peter to heat in the microwave oven whilst she was gone for the night, keeping them all updated not only on her laptop computer but her smartphone as well. Jon had smiled when he had read her little lists. He need to lie with the cocksucker out of individual. Who better then wan na be gay Peter ? Tracey had him so on edge that a Nox of fun and release was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a close vigil on the petite blonde that was his chief focussing, Jon wasted no time with leaning like Louise, his mind when shifted in to pitch was meticulous.

Late on the nighttime he had first caressed Tracey's cunt through her pantie as she slept Jon disabled the consternation Peter set every night before retiring and let himself into the Jefferson home. Louise's overnight bag was already packed and by the front threshold ready for her departure the next 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 groom for her married man with a strong liquidity sedative drug. The succeeding eventide would be one Jon would enjoy.

The great Male only bothered checking in again on the Jeffersons house via his laptop when he knew Louise was due to leave. He watched as the heavy breasted brunette hurriedly performed some last second menage cleaning so that all would be just right when her Husband returned from work to an empty house for the night. Jon was amused that Peter had assured Louise he would rather suffer an early night tonight as it had been a long workweek via text subject matter fired back and forth between the married couple. fiddling did Wifey recognize that her soul spouse had already picked out and downloaded three full phase of the moon duration phonographic movies for his enjoyment. All of them male an Male. Peter was going to get more male person on male action then he knew.

Alternating the quietus of his even between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on shaft Jon was growing very restless. Peter jerked off to the foremost movie early on in the evening his small cock standing on end as the male rubbed one out, making a lot more haphazardness then necessity as he came into the towel he had over his legs. Jon became a little unnerved as cock put the 2d movie on rightfulness after he had cum. The night was wearing on and cock had not bothered with his dinner party so far, he seemed content with just drinking beer and tugging on his pocket-sized penis as he watched the men do the things he fantasised about. What if he didn't eat ? What if his plan for the night did not come to fruition ? His concern was put to rest after Peter failed to get him self off during the 2d movie. His tool was red and tractor trailer flaccid still. putz obviously frustrated with himself heated his meal in the microwave oven just after 11.30pm. Jon immediately left with his own pre packed bag and headed straight to Tracey's so that he could execute his nightly everyday and look up to the target of his desires as she slept before paying putz a visit.

After spending a considerable amount of time exploring Tracey's body with feather lighter touch sensation Jon let his pet to be to relish her slumber. He crept across the street unnoticed in his dark clothing. Disabling the Thomas Jefferson alarm via his mobile Jon was more then ready to have some fun introducing Peter to anal sex first gear hired hand. He didn't worry about being repose once inside, he could try Peter's loud snoring the import the back room access latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his victim naked, asleep on the couch. The laptop out-of-doors on the turgid coffee table. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four sets of handlock. He secured each manacle to a leg of the coffee bean table. Jon would cause to be on his knees to eff pecker but that was okay by him. Grabbing cushions off the sofa he placed them at one end on top of the umber table. All the patch Peter snores in his sleep unawares of the intruder in his home. Satisfied that he was now ready to disturb his slumbering victim, Jon picked up St. Peter the Apostle left leg and let it dangle off the lounge and quickly cuffed the ankle, Peter did not stir. Maybe Jon had given the man to much sedative ? Shrugging his shoulders Jon man handled the human being drained weight easily, tool was soon splayed out stomach down on the coffee berry table, his ankles and wrists all handcuffed securely. The mans stifle over hung the coffee table, the cushions propped under his hip all helped to exposing his arse crack.

The first matter Peter would be cognisant of when he woke would be his laptop sitting on a chair displaying the third movie he had purchased. The secondly well now. That was obvious. The lowest things Jon did before waking Simon Peter up with smelling salt was to unclothe himself, deplume on a balaclava and then gag the man that was now at his mercy. Sitting down on the couch where Peter lay sleeping peacefully just moments ago Jon held the smelling salts under the restrict man nose, the affect was almost straightaway. Jon patiently waited for the useless attempts of struggling and muffled pleas to die down, amusing himself by watching the porno playing out on the screen in the darkness until Peter stilled somewhat. ‘ right hand'he clapped the palms of his script down on the tops of his own knees. ‘ let's get a few things straight now shall we ?'He smirked at prick when he noticed the human race gaze had zeroed in on his fat hard-on. ‘ yes. I am going to have intercourse you, yes. it will hurt ... ... at first off and lastly you may as well just let it find rather than fight it.'Peter's eyes bulged and he tried to plead from behind the gag. Ignoring him Jon made a conniption of pulling a tube of lubricant from his bag. ‘ oh and by the way I am capturing all of this on TV. That's right. After tonight I could post your first time being fucked in the rear end on social media.'

prick began his struggle anew. Pulling at the manacle hard. ‘ you know, all you are achieving is marking up your own flesh and how will you explain that when Louise comes home tomorrow ?'That made the belittled man quiet down some, his body still shook though. ‘ just relax, enjoy your porno fashion plate'Jon stands, his massive shaft on display in all its glut glory. He thought about the trivial blonde sleeping across the road and his hard-on jerked with lecherousness. Squeezing lubricating substance into the thenar of his hand he took up his shaft, stroking its full distance, coating it in the stimulus gel. dick's regard was transfixed on the show Jon gave him. ‘ I know it's big Peter, probably a bit daunting for you'his lyric meant to both case fear and arousal. ‘ don't worry your ass will handle it just fine ‘ Jon disappeared from Peter's good deal and positioned himself at the foundation of the coffee table between the Isle of Man spread legs. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your dark nursing home alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricant onto his digit Jon began his violation on the wan na be gay male person. He started smearing the gel over and around the mans arsehole. No need for foreplay here. His cock was beyond heavy and Jon desperately needed something wet milking him. Forcing a fat digit into the cockeyed porta to unfold it out Jon chuckled as Peter's sphincter gripped his finger tightly and the man groaned behind the gag. The attacker had never considered himself as gay. He didn't sucking cock and his own hindquarters had never been breeched. He just really like fucking and having his own cock sucked no matter the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lubricant shaft's bunghole took time to relax up a little but Jon didn't mind. Who didn't love a tight mess to roll in the hay ? What did surprise the enceinte man was that it took less time then he had thought it would for good old Pete to commence responding to the finger fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding finger. Jon chuckled ‘ jazz dude you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a safe niggling boy I might even let you suck my putz'Jon forced a second finger into the valet taint, pumping a few times in and out before pulling them out and slapping the hairy fundament before him. ‘ best you make like your taking a cocksucker, it will be easygoing for you'Jon maybe many matter but a sadist he was not. He likes his conquests to get off, to hope him even though he is assaulting them.

Taking up his slurred girth in his hand he guides the tip of his stopcock until it is pressed up against the virginal maw. Time to make a cock lover out of Mr Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon pushes against the resisting anatomical sphincter. Peter's legs tremble wether it is in pleasure or fear Jon doesn't aid at this point. ‘ if you don't relax and push out like your shitting it's gon na hurt'he thrusts a little harder to prove the point and cock stiffens as the principal of Jon's cock literally pops inside of him. The male on the coffee prorogue struggle against his bonds. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the Holy Writ. Fuck it feels unspoiled to have something other than his own deal gripping his gist. He waits until His fuck toy has relaxed a footling, then with small short social movement he begins working his erection in and out of the heated hole ‘ burns huh ? That will devolve'on his knees in the nighttime bread and butter room Jon grunt with pleasure with each new column inch that sinks in deeper. he closes his eyes and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The strait of the porn playing out on the laptop computer become background disturbance to Peter's muffled moans of pleasure. Picking up the stride now that the lubed tunnel has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the Male hip and startle fucking him in earnest. It does not take aim long and Peter's body clutches him hard, squeezing nice and fucking pie-eyed around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't state me your going to come already ? piece of tail man you are a putz strumpet in the qualification'he chuckles and thrusts harder, deeply and faster until his new toy blows his load into the pillows underneath him. Jon slows, still fucking the man but easing up in his onset. ‘ oh yeah, you love cock up your nates don't you ?'He thrusts in deep to prove his point and cock groan in delight. ‘ wonder what Wifey would remember of all this huh ? Her perfective married man taking shaft and loving it ?'Giving a few Sir Thomas More slacken trench push just for the blaze of it Jon finally pulls out of the now gaping hole. ‘ time for you to take up your first peter and sample your own arse'Jon moves around to the figurehead of the coffee bean board, moving the chair with the laptop on it out of his way. On his knees 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 last drop I feed you and if you do it well the TV won't be published and as a advantage for keeping our picayune session here tonight to yourself I just might come shtup you on a unconstipated basis'he lifts up Peter's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would like that wouldn't you tool ? Having your arse fucked on the regular ?'Amazingly Peter nods. Jon removes the gag from the mans mouth ‘ open up sidekick because I have a screwing immense load to feed in you'Saint Peter the Apostle complies and Jon knows he now has a fuck toy to work with whenever the opportunity arises, hell he might even bring the big titted Louise into the fold and make it all the more fun. As putz slurped upon his shaft Jon smiled and thought to himself that he had the best job in the world. It granted him all the tools he needed to be the perfect sexual hunter .