Part one.

Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively quiet region. One that until recently had never known much in the way of crime. A stack of house breaking and entering in the immediate surroundings had seen many of the occupier arm their dwelling house with the later in home protection. This new applied science came with a healthy price tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the dwelling security department installed already and were all more than pleased with it 's public presentation and that they felt safer, more secure in their homes once more seen Tracey have the device installed in her own home. One can never be too careful, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new family security system was to a greater extent than helpful. It took ten turn days to own it fully fitted to her home. Six of those mean solar day seen The adult female in her mid mid-twenties having to trust the installer to work at her house whilst she herself was at employment. Tracey worked part clock time as an editor program for a small publishing company three 24-hour interval a week, the rest of her clip was taken up by her own writing or time spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few oeuvre of fabrication that had earned her a goodish little sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for added base hit in her home.

When the installation was complete the man she now knew as Jonathan sat her down and helped her upload software onto her laptop that helped her control all prospect of the system. An app was also uploaded to her smarting phone and both device, then synced together and with the surety system.

Jon also helped her add two of her fingerprints to the now keyless entry to her plate and to that of the new show monitor on the bulwark in her kitchen. She was thrilled to learn she could control her central heating system, lights and alarm all from her telephone when she was not even home ! Yep, definitely worth its price tag she had thought to herself.

week went by and Tracey 's daily procedure was back to convention, uninterrupted by works being carried out on her household. She had to allow in she felt a entirely lot safer now that she had the in style in household security. It certainly came in handy now that the weather was turning and the nights and sidereal day were growing ever warmer too. There were no more reports of household burglary in the area. The neighborhood had returned to its hushed, peaceful, leafy self once more.

Jonathan had called a couple of metre to insure that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the moment shout 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 present. And that she had recently been through an upsetting break up of a yearn human relationship.

This was not entirely confessedly, in fact, it had been well over two old age since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another woman. Leaving a Lester Willis Young Tracey with trust and committedness issues. He seemed to accept this excuse and she heard no more from the man that Installed her home security measures.

Jonathan :

The moment he laid his eye upon the flyspeck blonde he was smitten. Not only was she well-fixed on the oculus, but Tracey was friendly, civil, accommodating. Always asking if he would like a drink or a snack. She had even prepared him a dejeuner clock time meal on the Clarence Day she was at home whilst he worked there. All of these thing 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 cover any racecourse he may have made whilst doing so. He learnt a lot about her in those daytime she was at body of work. She was an lonesome youngster, her parents having her later in life has seen them already living in a comfortable retirement village a ten hour driving force up the coast from their Daughter.

Jon also learnt through email that it had been a long sentence 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 squeamish and tight. God, how he could n't wait to sink his fat centre into her. Feel her tight little sex gripping his lance. Man was she going to be a pleasure.

Jon did n't manage 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 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 picayune dead body, plentiful tits and a firm rump that he had a notion had never been breached.

drugging was his preferred method, not that Jonathan couldn't draw dame the schematic way, he was a upright looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the madam and the Gents for that matter. Through trial and error he had finally got it down pat. A confection of his own intention that he would slowly feed to her over the course of a few week before he made her his. She would be so right for the plucking by the time he was ready to finally fuck her that She will be more than will. Begging him even.

Jon called her twice under the feigning of checking up on her security system. A arrangement 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 Holocene suspension up and there for could not live with his dinner party invite. That 's ok though, soon he would be devouring her.

Tiny cameras he had set up at key peak throughout her home base 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 know It Yet.

Jonathan had started his own procedure only days after the net install in Tracey 's plate. His scheme 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 hr and the quiet little street was thick in slumber and as was Tracey. offset on his order of business 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 dawn. Doing this, he supposed to save her sentence before workplace. The chemical slowly building up in her system was for the individual use of building up her libido. Leaving her in a senior high school state of stimulation by the meter he was fix to strike.

The second matter he did on his new nightly routine was to make water sure she had taken herself Subscribed vitamins that he knew she swallowed after each nightly meal Before bed. The fish oil abridgement he had one-half drained and filled with a strong sedative using a syringe with a very exquisitely needle.

The lowest of his nightly rite was to watch her kip whilst stroking his dick for prolonged menstruum between pulling back her sheet and exposing Thomas More of her bod to his hungry eye each nighttime. Tracey would kip peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the balmy skin along her panty line. Cupping her breasts through the silky nighties she liked to don. He had even gone as far as to bury his nose in the apex of her second joint whilst she slept, mouthing her through her underclothes, drawing in her musky scent.

He put himself through this torturesome nightly routine for the build up. The anticipation of what he intended to do to her was one-half of the excitement. fucking, she was so ecclesiastic. Like no early miss he had known before her and he had known one C of Girls and men in a mountain range of age groups. Each night he would stay until he emptied his testis of his source, cleaned up, kissed her forehead and gone home to watch 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 home, he watched her constantly on his laptop and each night he would visit his sleeping backer, each dark he became bolder with the caressing of her body but his ultimate goal was to experience her when and how he wanted and have her beg him for it.

Tracey was not the but person whom he was keeping tabs on. Jon had installed many security organisation in the vicinity and he had kept a mum vigil on all his clients through the many tv camera he had installed in their homes without their cognition. Only one other rest home had caught his pastime though and that was of the Jeffersons that lived directly across the street from his sugariness, diminutive Tracey. The Danton True Young mates, both vocation minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a family of their own. Too caught up in piece of work and socialising, they barely had time for each former or so it seemed from the outside looking in. Jon had access to both their calculator, smartphones and their home just like he did Tracey's so he knew better. He had taken to a lesser extent clock time to stake out the yoke then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the married man Peter enjoyed watching Gay porn when he was alone, he jacked off to his hole-and-corner 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, piece of work and her never ending lean she made so that her / their perfect life was orderly and ran like clock work. Their sex life was alive but very fucking dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown shopworn quickly of watching them fuck. Their foray never lasting More than five, ten bit tops and Louise never came. Not even once. That would soon change.

Louise had planned a Nox out in the metropolis with some of her work colleagues and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made list of what to compact and a list of things to do before leaving family, including the shopping menu and recipe for the repast she would organise the Night before and exit for Peter to wake in the microwave whilst she was gone for the dark, keeping them all updated not only on her laptop but her smartphone as well. Jon had smiled when he had read her lilliputian tilt. He need to fuck the shit out of someone. Who better then wan na be gay Peter ? Tracey had him so on border that a night of fun and firing was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a finish vigil on the petite blonde that was his main focus, Jon wasted no time with list like Louise, his mind when shifted in to pitch was meticulous.

Late on the nighttime he had first caressed Tracey's snatch through her panty as she slept Jon disabled the alarm Peter set every night before retiring and let himself into the Jefferson house. Louise's overnight bag was already packed and by the breast door ready for her departure the following afternoon. Silent as a mouse Jon moved down the hallway and stole into the kitchen. In the fridge he laced the quick made fettuccine boscaiola Louise had lovingly inclined for her Husband with a strong liquid sedative. The next evening would be one Jon would enjoy.

The big male only bothered checking in again on the Jeffersons house via his laptop computer when he knew Louise was due to leave. He watched as the heavy breasted brunette hurriedly performed some lastly minute house cleaning so that all would be just right when her husband returned from body of work to an empty house for the Night. Jon was amused that Peter had assured Louise he would rather possess an other night tonight as it had been a tenacious week via textual matter messages fired back and forth between the married couple. Little did Wifey know that her psyche mate had already picked out and downloaded three entire length phonographic moving picture for his use. All of them male an male. Peter was going to get more male on manly action then he knew.

Alternating the rest period of his evening between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on tool Jon was growing very restless. prick jerked off to the initiatory movie early on in the evening his small cock standing on end as the male person rubbed one out, making a lot more stochasticity then requirement as he came into the towel he had over his branch. Jon became a little unnerved as peter put the second motion picture on right wing after he had cum. The night was wearing on and Peter had not bothered with his dinner party so far, he seemed depicted object with just drinking beer and tugging on his small penis as he watched the men do the affair he fantasised about. What if he didn't eat ? What if his architectural plan for the night did not come to fruition ? His worry was put to rest after Peter failed to get him self off during the second movie. His peter was red and semitrailer 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 execute his nightly routine and admire the physical object of his desires as she slept before paying Peter a visit.

After spending a considerable amount of fourth dimension exploring Tracey's body with feather light touches Jon let his pet to be to enjoy her slumber. He crept across the street unnoticed in his darkness clothing. Disabling the Jeffersons alarm via his peregrine Jon was more then fix to have some fun introducing Peter to anal sex world-class hand. He didn't worry about being quiet once inside, he could hear Peter's trashy snoring the mo the endorse door latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his victim naked, asleep on the couch. The laptop open on the large coffee tree table. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four circle of manacle. He secured each cuff to a leg of the coffee tabular array. Jon would have to be on his articulatio genus to sleep with Peter but that was okay by him. Grabbing cushions off the couch he placed them at one end on top of the coffee tabular array. All the while Peter snores in his sleep unawares of the intruder in his nursing home. 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 joint, shaft did not stir. Maybe Jon had given the man to very much depressant ? Shrugging his shoulders Jon man handled the piece beat weight easily, Peter was soon splayed out stomach down on the umber table, his mortise joint and wrists all handcuffed securely. The valet stifle over hung the coffee table, the shock propped under his pelvic arch all helped to exposing his arse crack.

The for the first time affair Peter would be mindful of when he woke would be his laptop sitting on a president displaying the third picture show he had purchased. The second well now. That was obvious. The last matter Jon did before waking dick up with smelling Strategic Arms Limitation Talks was to disrobe himself, pull 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 salt under the restrained human race nose, the affect was almost immediate. 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 cover in the dark until Saint Peter stilled somewhat. ‘ right'he clapped the palm tree of his work force down on the tops of his own knees. ‘ let's get a few things straight now shall we ?'He smirked at Saint Peter when he noticed the mans 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 bump rather than fight it.'Peter's eyes bulged and he tried to plead from behind the gag. Ignoring him Jon made a panorama of pulling a thermionic tube of lubricating substance from his bag. ‘ oh and by the way I am capturing all of this on video. That's right. After tonight I could post your kickoff time being fucked in the nates on social media.'

peter began his struggles anew. Pulling at the manacle hard. ‘ you know, all you are achieving is marking up your own human body and how will you explain that when Louise comes place tomorrow ?'That made the smaller man quiet down some, his eubstance still shook though. ‘ just relax, enjoy your porn swell'Jon stands, his massive cock on display in all its engorged resplendency. He thought about the niggling blond sleeping across the road and his erection jerked with lecherousness. Squeezing lube into the palm of his helping hand he took up his barb, stroking its full length, coating it in the stimulation gel. Peter's gaze was transfixed on the show Jon gave him. ‘ I know it's big Saint Peter the Apostle, probably a bit daunting for you'his words meant to both cause fear and foreplay. ‘ don't worry your ass will manage it just fine ‘ Jon disappeared from Peter's wad and positioned himself at the foot of the coffee tabular array between the world spread legs. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your Night base alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricant onto his fingers Jon began his rape on the wan na be gay male. He started smearing the gel over and around the mans arsehole. No need for arousal here. His cock was beyond hard and Jon desperately needed something tight milking him. Forcing a fat fingerbreadth into the tight orifice to load it out Jon chuckled as Peter's sphincter muscle gripped his finger tightly and the man groaned behind the gag. The attacker had never considered himself as gay. He didn't suction prick and his own arse had never been breeched. He just really like fuck and having his own hammer sucked no affair the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lubricating substance Peter's arse took prison term to loosen up a footling but Jon didn't mind. Who didn't love a mingy hole to fuck ? What did surprise the big man was that it took to a lesser extent fourth dimension then he had thought it would for safe old Pete to start up responding to the finger fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding finger. Jon chuckled ‘ shtup dude you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a adept picayune boy I might even let you suckle my cock'Jon forced a second finger into the mans contamination, pumping a few times in and out before pulling them out and slapping the hairy tooshie before him. ‘ best you make like your taking a shit, it will be easier for you'Jon maybe many thing 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 vestal pickle. prison term to clear a peter fan out of Mr President Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon thrust against the resisting sphincter. Peter's legs shake wether it is in pleasure or concern Jon doesn't care at this tip. ‘ if you don't relax and push out like your shitting it's gon na ache'he thrusts a little harder to prove the point and Saint Peter stiffens as the caput of Jon's hammer literally pops inside of him. The male on the coffee berry table struggle against his bond. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the words. Fuck it feels honorable to have something other than his own hand gripping his meat. He waits until His shtup toy has relaxed a short, then with small abruptly apparent motion he begins working his erection in and out of the ignite hole ‘ tan huh ? That will pop off'on his knees in the dark living elbow room Jon oink with delight with each new inch that sinks in deeper. he closes his eyes and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The speech sound of the porno playing out on the laptop become background noise to peter's muffled moans of pleasance. Picking up the step now that the lubricate tunnel has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the males articulatio coxae and starts fucking him in earnest. It does not charter long and Peter's body grips him hard, squeezing Nice and fucking compressed around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't tell me your going to come already ? Fuck man you are a peter slut in the making'he chuckles and thrusting harder, deeper and faster until his new toy blows his onus into the pillows underneath him. Jon slows, still fucking the man but easing up in his onslaught. ‘ oh yeah, you love cock up your rump don't you ?'He thrusts in rich to prove his point and Peter moan in joy. ‘ wonder what Wifey would recollect of all this huh ? Her perfect married man taking cock and loving it ?'Giving a few More easy deep thrusts just for the hell of it Jon finally pulls out of the now gap pickle. ‘ time for you to absorb your initiative pecker and taste your own derriere'Jon moves around to the presence of the umber table, 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 up me off and swallow every last drop I feed you and if you do it swell the video won't be published and as a wages for keeping our short session here tonight to yourself I just might come fuck you on a unconstipated ground'he lifts up dick's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would wish that wouldn't you Peter ? Having your seat fucked on the regular ?'Amazingly Saint Peter the Apostle nods. Jon removes the gag from the mans mouth ‘ give up buddy because I have a fuck huge onus to tip you'Simon Peter complies and Jon knows he now has a have sex toy to play with whenever the chance arises, hell he might even wreak the big titted Louise into the fold and constitute it all the more than fun. As Saint Peter slurped upon his pecker Jon smiled and thought to himself that he had the honest job in the creation. It granted him all the prick he needed to be the unadulterated sexual hunter .