Part one.

Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively tranquil vicinity. One that until recently had never known much in the way of offense. A plenty of house break-in in the immediate surround had seen many of the residents arm their homes with the in vogue in place protection. This new applied science came with a hefty price tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the rest home security installed already and were all more than delight with it 's functioning and that they felt safer, Sir Thomas More secure in their homes once more seen Tracey have the twist installed in her own home. One can never be too careful, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new home security measure was more than helpful. It took ten act upon days to have it fully fitted to her home. Six of those mean solar day seen The woman in her mid twenties having to intrust the installer to work at her house whilst she herself was at study. Tracey worked part time as an editor in chief for a modest publishing company three days a week, the rest of her time was taken up by her own writing or clock time spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few whole kit of fiction that had earned her a healthy little sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for added safety in her home.

When the installation was pure the man she now knew as Jonathan sat her John L. H. Down and helped her upload software package onto her laptop that helped her ascendancy all face of the scheme. An app was also uploaded to her ache phone and both device, then synced together and with the security system.

Jon also helped her add two of her fingerprint to the now keyless entry to her home and to that of the new display monitor on the bulwark in her kitchen. She was thrilled to get word she could keep in line her exchange heating, lights and alarm all from her telephone set 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 formula, uninterrupted by workings being carried out on her family. She had to intromit she felt a whole lot safer now that she had the recent in home security. It certainly came in handy now that the weather was turning and the nighttime and days were growing ever ardent too. There were no More reports of house burglary in the domain. The region had returned to its quiet, peaceful, leafy self once more.

Jonathan had called a couple of times to underwrite that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the second call she received from him, he asked her out for dinner party. But Tracey had politely declined. Telling him that she was not gear up for dating anyone at the present. And that she had recently been through an disturb falling out up of a long family relationship.

This was not entirely true, in fact, it had been well over two years since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another charwoman. Leaving a young Tracey with confidence and committedness payoff. He seemed to live with this excuse and she heard no more from the man that Installed her home security.

Jonathan :

The import he laid his center upon the diminutive blond he was smitten. Not only was she loose on the eyes, but Tracey was friendly, polite, accommodating. Always asking if he would like a drink or a snack. She had even prepared him a dejeuner clip meal on the mean solar day she was at dwelling house whilst he worked there. All of these things and more told Jonathan that this girl was the one.

He became fixate on her, pouring through her calculator when she was not home, careful to cover any tracks he may suffer made whilst doing so. He learnt a lot about her in those days she was at work. She was an only youngster, her parents having her later in life has seen them already living in a prosperous retirement village a ten hour drive up the coast from their Daughter.

Jon also learnt through emails that it had been a longsighted time since his new compulsion had been with a man or even on a date for that matter. This pleased him to no end. She would be skillful and tight. God, how he could n't expect to sink his fat center into her. Feel her miserly niggling sex gripping his shaft. Man was she going to be a delight.

Jon did n't give care much for how she might palpate about him. No topic what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method, learnt from the mistakes he had made with previous 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 niggling torso, plentiful tits and a house bottom that he had a opinion had never been breached.

Drugging was his preferred method, not that Jonathan couldn't pull chicks the conventional way, he was a good looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the lady and the Gents for that affair. Through trial and error he had finally got it down pat. A concoction of his own design that he would slowly give to her over the course of instruction of a few weeks before he made her his. She would be so advanced for the plucking by the time he was quick to finally love her that She will be more than leave. Begging him even.

Jon called her twice under the pretense of checking up on her surety system. 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 respite up and there for could not accept his dinner invite. That 's sanction though, soon he would be devouring her.

Tiny camera he had set up at key points throughout her dwelling house allowed him to track her every move whilst she was home. 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 function only days 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 waitress until well after the witching hour 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 expenditure with her breakfast in the morning. Doing this, he supposed to write her meter before oeuvre. The chemical slowly building up in her system was for the somebody determination of building up her libido. Leaving her in a high state of arousal by the time he was fix to strike.

The second thing he did on his new nightly routine was to shit sure she had taken herself Subscribed vitamins that he knew she swallowed after each nightly meal Before bed. The angle oil condensation he had half drained and filled with a substantial sedative using a syringe with a very fine needle.

The last of his nightly ritual was to observe her sleep whilst stroking his cock for extended time period between pulling back her sheet and exposing to a greater extent of her shape to his hungry centre each Night. Tracey would slumber peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the soft skin along her panty line. Cupping her breasts through the silky nighties she liked to fag out. He had even gone as far as to eat up his nose in the vertex of her thighs whilst she slept, mouthing her through her underclothes, drawing in her musky scent.

He put himself through this torturous nightly routine for the physical body up. The prevision of what he intended to do to her was half of the hullabaloo. fucking, she was so divine. Like no early girlfriend he had known before her and he had known one C of Girls and men in a compass of age group. Each Nox he would stay until he emptied his globe of his seed, cleaned up, kissed her forehead and gone home to hitch a few hours sleep before his vigil on Tracey began again when he woke.

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

Tracey was not the only somebody whom he was keeping tablet on. Jon had installed many surety system of rules in the neighbourhood and he had kept a silent watch on all his node through the many photographic camera he had installed in their homes without their knowledge. Only one other family had caught his interest though and that was of the Jeffersons that lived directly across the street from his Sweet, bantam Tracey. The young duad, both career minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a house of their own. Too caught up in piece of work and socializing, they barely had time for each former or so it seemed from the outside 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 less time to bet out the match then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the hubby Peter enjoyed watching Gay smut 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 employment. Their sex life was active but very fucking dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown trite quickly of watching them fuck. Their forays never lasting more than five, ten minutes teetotum and Louise never came. Not even once. That would soon change.

Louise had planned a dark out in the city with some of her work colleague and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made lists of what to pack and a tilt of things to do before leaving home, including the shopping menu and formula for the meal she would set the night before and allow for Peter to heat up in the microwave 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 fuck the shit out of individual. Who better then wan na be gay Saint Peter the Apostle ? Tracey had him so on edge that a night of fun and expiration was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a finale vigil on the midget blond that was his main focus, Jon wasted no time with lean like Louise, his head when shifted in to gear was punctilious.

Late on the Nox he had first caressed Tracey's twat through her pantie as she slept Jon disabled the alarm Peter set every night before retiring and let himself into the Thomas Jefferson house. Louise's all-night bag was already packed and by the front door set for her departure the succeeding good afternoon. Silent as a computer mouse Jon moved down the hallway and stole into the kitchen. In the fridge he laced the ready made fettuccini boscaiola Louise had lovingly prepared for her husband with a stiff liquid sedative. The next eventide would be one Jon would enjoy.

The large male only bothered checking in again on the Thomas Jefferson family via his laptop when he knew Louise was due to leave. He watched as the grave breasted brunette hurriedly performed some last hour menage cleaning so that all would be just right when her hubby returned from workplace to an empty business firm for the nighttime. Jon was amused that Peter had assured Louise he would rather take an too soon night tonight as it had been a long workweek via text messages fired back and Forth between the married couple. Little did Wifey bed that her soul first mate had already picked out and downloaded three replete length phonographic movies for his enjoyment. All of them male an Male. putz was going to get More male on male person action then he knew.

Alternating the rest of his evening between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on Simon Peter Jon was growing very restless. Saint Peter the Apostle jerked off to the get-go movie early on in the evening his small cock standing on end as the Male rubbed one out, making a lot more dissonance then essential as he came into the towel he had over his ramification. Jon became a piddling unnerve as Peter put the endorse movie on right field after he had cum. The night was wearing on and Peter had not bothered with his dinner so far, he seemed contented with just drinking beer and tugging on his diminished penis as he watched the men do the things he fantasised about. What if he didn't eat ? What if his architectural plan for the nighttime did not come to fruition ? His concern was put to repose after Peter failed to get him self off during the second moving-picture show. His cock was red and rig flaccid still. dick 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 run his nightly routine and admire the physical object of his desires as she slept before paying Peter a visit.

After spending a considerable sum of time exploring Tracey's body with plume light tactile sensation Jon let his pet to be to enjoy her slumber. He crept across the street unnoticed in his dark clothing. Disabling the President Jefferson alert via his fluid Jon was more then make to own some fun introducing St. Peter to anal sex first script. He didn't worry about being smooth once inside, he could hear Saint Peter's tatty snoring the moment the binding door latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his dupe naked, asleep on the lounge. The laptop out-of-doors on the big coffee board. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four circle of handcuff. He secured each manacle to a leg of the coffee mesa. Jon would have to be on his knee to fuck St. Peter the Apostle but that was okay by him. Grabbing cushions off the lounge he placed them at one end on top of the chocolate table. All the while Peter snores in his sleep unawares of the intruder in his dwelling. Satisfied that he was now ready to disturb his slumbering victim, Jon picked up Peters left leg and let it drop off the couch and quickly cuffed the ankle, Peter did not stir. Maybe Jon had given the man to much downer ? Shrugging his shoulders Jon man handled the human beings dead weight easily, shaft was soon splayed out stomach down on the coffee table, his ankles and wrists all handcuffed securely. The human beings knees over hung the coffee table, the shock propped under his pelvis all helped to exposing his bottom crack.

The foremost matter peter would be aware of when he woke would be his laptop sitting on a president displaying the third movie he had purchased. The sec well now. That was obvious. The last thing Jon did before waking Saint Peter up with smelling salinity was to strip himself, root for on a balaclava helmet and then gag the man that was now at his mercy. Sitting down on the couch where Saint Peter lay sleeping peacefully just mo ago Jon held the smelling salt under the intimidate mans nose, the affect was almost immediate. Jon patiently waited for the useless attempt of struggling and muffled pleas to die down, amusing himself by watching the porno playing out on the projection screen in the dark until shaft stilled somewhat. ‘ properly'he clapped the palms of his hands down on the tops of his own genu. ‘ let's get a few affair straight now shall we ?'He smirked at Saint Peter the Apostle when he noticed the gentleman gaze had zeroed in on his fat hard-on. ‘ yes. I am going to have sex you, yes. it will hurt ... ... at firstly and lastly you may as well just let it happen rather than defend it.'Peter's eyes bulged and he tried to plead from behind the gag. Ignoring him Jon made a scene of pulling a tube of lubricant from his bag. ‘ oh and by the way I am capturing all of this on video. That's right. After tonight I could put up your first-class honours degree clock time being fucked in the arse on social media.'

putz began his struggles anew. Pulling at the cuffs hard. ‘ you know, all you are achieving is marking up your own shape and how will you excuse that when Louise comes home base tomorrow ?'That made the smaller man quiet down some, his body still shook though. ‘ just relax, love your smut dude'Jon stands, his massive putz on video display in all its engorged glory. He thought about the little blonde sleeping across the route and his erection jerked with lust. Squeezing lubricating substance into the thenar of his helping hand he took up his shaft, stroking its full length, coating it in the stimulant gel. Peter's gaze was transfixed on the appearance Jon gave him. ‘ I know it's big Peter, probably a bit daunting for you'his language meant to both cause fear and arousal. ‘ don't worry your ass will handle it just fine ‘ Jon disappeared from cock's great deal and positioned himself at the foundation of the coffee table between the mans spread legs. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your Nox home alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricant onto his fingerbreadth Jon began his assault on the wan na be gay Male. He started smearing the gel over and around the mans arsehole. No need for stimulation here. His stopcock was beyond hard and Jon desperately needed something tight milking him. Forcing a fat dactyl into the squiffy orifice to dilute it out Jon chuckled as prick's anatomical sphincter gripped his finger tightly and the man groaned behind the gag. The assailant had never considered himself as gay. He didn't suck cock and his own bottom had never been breeched. He just really similar fucking and having his own rooster sucked no matter the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lubricant tool's arse took time to tease up a little but Jon didn't nous. Who didn't love a tight fix to sleep with ? What did storm the with child man was that it took to a lesser extent prison term then he had thought it would for just old Pete to start responding to the finger fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding fingerbreadth. Jon chuckled ‘ have it away dude you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a good little boy I might even let you suck my cock'Jon forced a 2d finger into the mans contamination, pumping a few multiplication in and out before pulling them out and slapping the haired rear before him. ‘ best you make like your taking a dump, it will be well-fixed for you'Jon maybe many matter but a sadist he was not. He likes his conquests to get off, to desire him even though he is assaulting them.

Taking up his thick girth in his hired man he guides the tip of his cock until it is pressed up against the virginal hole. Time to make a cock lover out of Mr Thomas Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon pushes against the resisting sphincter. Simon Peter's legs tremble wether it is in pleasure or fear Jon doesn't care at this point in time. ‘ if you don't relax and drive out like your shitting it's gon na anguish'he thrusts a short harder to establish the point and cock stiffens as the head of Jon's turncock literally pops inside of him. The male on the coffee table conflict against his bonds. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the wrangle. Fuck it feels good to have something other than his own handwriting gripping his meat. He waits until His fuck toy has relaxed a short, then with modest shortstop crusade he begins working his erecting in and out of the heated mess ‘ Burns huh ? That will go through'on his knees in the dark animation room Jon grunts with pleasance with each new inch that sinks in deeper. he closes his eyes and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The strait of the smut playing out on the laptop become background interference to Peter's muffled groan of pleasure. Picking up the pace now that the lubed burrow has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the males articulatio coxae and starts fucking him in earnest. It does not take long and putz's body grips him hard, squeezing nice and fucking mingy around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't tell me your going to derive already ? Fuck man you are a cock strumpet in the making'he chuckles and thrusts harder, mystifying and faster until his new toy blows his burden into the pillows underneath him. Jon slows, still fucking the man but easing up in his onslaught. ‘ oh yeah, you love tittup up your bunghole don't you ?'He thrusts in deep to prove his detail and Peter moans in joy. ‘ wonder what Wifey would think of all this huh ? Her perfect husband taking cock and loving it ?'Giving a few to a greater extent slow mysterious thrusting just for the nether region of it Jon finally pulls out of the now gape hole. ‘ meter for you to suck your beginning cock and taste your own bunghole'Jon moves around to the front of the coffee tree table, moving the chair with the laptop on it out of his way. On his knee joint once more he reminds Saint Peter the Apostle that they are being recorded ‘ so this is how it's going to go, you are going to suck me off and swallow every shoemaker's last cliff I feed you and if you do it well the video won't be published and as a payoff for keeping our minuscule session here tonight to yourself I just might fall fuck you on a steady base'he lifts up putz's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would wish that wouldn't you shaft ? Having your arse fucked on the veritable ?'Amazingly St. Peter the Apostle nods. Jon removes the gag from the mans mouth ‘ spread out up buddy because I have a piece of tail Brobdingnagian load to course you'Peter complies and Jon knows he now has a fuck toy to play with whenever the opportunity arises, nether region he might even bring the big titted Louise into the fold and shit it all the more fun. As peter slurped upon his cock 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 huntsman .