Part one.

Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively quiet locality. One that until recently had never known much in the way of criminal offense. A lot of house break-in in the immediate surroundings had seen many of the occupier arm their habitation with the latest in home protection. This new technology came with a healthy Mary Leontyne Price tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the home plate surety installed already and were all more than please with it 's carrying into action and that they felt safer, Thomas More secure in their dwelling house once more seen Tracey have the gimmick installed in her own base. One can never be too deliberate, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new home security was more than helpful. It took ten cultivate day to have it fully fitted to her home. Six of those days seen The woman in her mid twenties having to trust the installer to knead at her house whilst she herself was at work. Tracey worked theatrical role prison term as an editor for a small publication ship's company three days a week, the rest period of her time was taken up by her own piece of writing or time spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few works of fiction that had earned her a healthy footling sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for added safety 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 computer that helped her ascendancy all panorama of the organisation. An app was also uploaded to her impudent sound and both devices, then synced together and with the security organization.

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

Weeks went by and Tracey 's daily routine was back to normal, uninterrupted by works being carried out on her rest home. She had to admit she felt a whole lot safer now that she had the modish in household surety. It certainly came in Handy now that the weather was turning and the nights and twenty-four hour period were growing ever warmer too. There were no more reports of household burglary in the area. The neighborhood had returned to its quiet, passive, leafy self once more.

Jonathan had called a twain of times to cover that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the second call she received from him, he asked her out for dinner. But Tracey had politely declined. Telling him that she was not quick for dating anyone at the present. And that she had recently been through an disconcert break up of a foresightful relationship.

This was not entirely unfeigned, in fact, it had been well over two old age since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another woman. Leaving a unseasoned Tracey with cartel and consignment subject. He seemed to swallow this apology and she heard no more from the man that Installed her home surety.

Jonathan :

The moment he laid his eyes upon the petite blond he was smitten. Not only was she easy on the eyes, but Tracey was friendly, cultivated, accommodating. Always asking if he would like a potable or a snack. She had even prepared him a lunch time meal on the days she was at dwelling house whilst he worked there. All of these affair and more than told Jonathan that this female child was the one.

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

Jon also learnt through email that it had been a foresightful fourth dimension 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 expect to drop his fat meat into her. Feel her mean little sex gripping his shaft. Man was she going to be a delight.

Jon did n't deal much for how she might feel about him. No issue what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method, learnt from the misapprehension he had made with previous cleaning woman and men he had stalked, Fucked and made to obey him until he tired of them. Tracey he doubted he would ever weary of though. She had a perfect little body, plenteous breast and a firm bottom that he had a feeling had never been breached.

drugging was his preferred method, not that Jonathan couldn't pull out chicks the schematic way, he was a good looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the Lady and the lad for that matter. Through trial and error he had finally got it down pat. A confection of his own design that he would slowly feed to her over the course of a few hebdomad before he made her his. She would be so mature for the plucking by the time he was set up to finally have it away her that She will be More than willing. Begging him even.

Jon called her twice under the pretense of checking up on her security 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 break up and there for could not accept his dinner party invite. That 's okeh though, soon he would be devouring her.

Tiny tv camera he had set up at key points throughout her home allowed him to get over her every relocation whilst she was home. He also Knew every detail of her casual subprogram. Tracey already belonged to him and She Did not even know It Yet.

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

He would wait until well after the witching time of day and the quiet little street was deeply in slumber and as was Tracey. First on his docket was drugging the freshly squeezed succus 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 morning. Doing this, he supposed to save her time before work. The chemical slowly building up in her organisation was for the someone aim of building up her libido. Leaving her in a gamey body politic of arousal by the sentence he was make to strike.

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

The close of his nightly rite was to watch her log Z's whilst stroking his cock for extended catamenia between pulling back her piece of paper and exposing more of her flesh to his hungry oculus each night. Tracey would sleep peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the diffused cutis along her panty line. Cupping her white meat through the silky nighties she liked to wear. He had even gone as far as to bury his nose in the apex of her thighs whilst she slept, mouthing her through her underwear, drawing in her musky scent.

He put himself through this torturesome nightly routine for the physique up. The anticipation of what he intended to do to her was half of the excitement. Fuck, she was so divine. Like no other girlfriend he had known before her and he had known hundreds of young lady and men in a range of age grouping. Each night he would stay put until he emptied his lump of his seed, cleaned up, kissed her frontal bone and gone home to trance a few time of day sleep before his vigil on Tracey began again when he woke.

Whilst she worked he caught up on much needed sopor. When she was plate, he watched her constantly on his laptop computer and each night he would visit his sleeping angel, each night he became bolder with the caressing of her trunk but his ultimate end was to have her when and how he wanted and have her beg him for it.

Tracey was not the only if somebody whom he was keeping tabloid on. Jon had installed many security organization in the neck of the woods and he had kept a silent vigil on all his customer through the many cameras he had installed in their homes without their cognition. Only one other home had caught his interest though and that was of the Jeffersons that lived directly across the street from his dessert, petite Tracey. The Lester Willis Young couplet, both career minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a family of their own. Too caught up in 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 information processing system, smartphones and their abode just like he did Tracey's so he knew better. He had taken less clock time to interest out the couple then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the Husband Peter enjoyed watching Gay porn when he was alone, he jacked off to his mystical desires when ever he could. From what Jon could amass the man had never engaged in sex with another male person, only fantasied about doing so. His Wife Louise who was none the wiser was all about Peter, work and her never ending list she made so that her / their perfect life sentence was orderly and ran like clock work. Their sex animation was active voice but very sleep together dull. Jon ever the peeper had even grown tired quickly of watching them fuck. Their forays 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 study colleagues and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made listing of what to pack and a list of things to do before leaving home, including the shopping menu and formula for the repast she would train the Nox before and leave for dick to heat 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 picayune lists. He need to jazz the shit out of soul. Who better then wan na be gay Peter ? Tracey had him so on edge that a night of fun and release was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a close vigil on the lilliputian blonde that was his principal focus, Jon wasted no meter with lists like Louise, his mind when shifted in to gear was meticulous.

Late on the Nox he had first caressed Tracey's cunt through her step-in as she slept Jon disabled the warning device prick set every night before retiring and let himself into the Jefferson house. Louise's overnight bag was already packed and by the front door fix for her departure the future good afternoon. Silent as a black eye 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 next evening would be one Jon would enjoy.

The large male person only bothered checking in again on the President Jefferson theater via his laptop when he knew Louise was due to go forth. He watched as the heavy breasted brunette hurriedly performed some last minute sign of the zodiac cleaning so that all would be just right when her married man returned from work to an abandon house for the night. Jon was amused that cock had assured Louise he would rather have an early Night tonight as it had been a long calendar week via text messages fired back and Forth River between the married couple. Little did Wifey bonk that her soulfulness mate had already picked out and downloaded three full phase of the moon distance phonographic motion-picture show for his use. All of them male an male. Peter was going to get more male on male activity then he knew.

Alternating the rest of his evening between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on Peter Jon was growing very restless. dick jerked off to the inaugural movie early on in the evening his small cock standing on end as the male rubbed one out, making a lot more noise then necessary as he came into the towel he had over his pegleg. Jon became a little unsettle as peter put the second movie on rightfulness after he had cum. The night was wearing on and St. Peter the Apostle had not bothered with his dinner party so far, he seemed subject with just drinking beer and tugging on his little 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 dick failed to get him self off during the minute movie. His cock was red and trailer truck flaccid still. Simon 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 perform his nightly routine and admire the object of his desires as she slept before paying Saint Peter a visit.

After spending a considerable measure of prison term exploring Tracey's body with plume unhorse touch modality Jon let his pet to be to enjoy her sleep. He crept across the street unnoticed in his wickedness clothing. Disabling the Jeffersons consternation via his peregrine Jon was more then ready to throw some fun introducing pecker to anal sex first hand. He didn't worry about being repose once inside, he could hear Peter's gaudy snoring the moment the back doorway latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his victim naked, asleep on the sofa. The laptop open on the large coffee table. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four sets of handcuffs. He secured each turnup to a leg of the burnt umber table. Jon would possess to be on his knees to fuck Peter but that was okay by him. Grabbing cushion off the sofa he placed them at one end on top of the coffee table. All the patch tool snores in his sleep unawares of the intruder in his family. Satisfied that he was now make to raise up his slumbering dupe, Jon picked up Peters left leg and let it dangle off the couch and quickly cuffed the ankle joint, Peter did not stir. Maybe Jon had given the man to much sedative ? Shrugging his shoulders Jon man handled the mans all in weight easily, tool was soon splayed out stomach down on the coffee mesa, his ankles and wrists all handcuffed securely. The mans stifle over hung the umber board, the cushions propped under his hips all helped to exposing his arse crack.

The first thing Peter would be cognizant of when he woke would be his laptop session on a chair displaying the tierce picture he had purchased. The second well now. That was obvious. The last thing Jon did before waking Peter up with smelling saltiness was to undress 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 bit ago Jon held the smelling salts under the constrain mans nose, the affect was almost prompt. Jon patiently waited for the useless try of struggling and muffled pleas to die down, amusing himself by watching the porno playing out on the filmdom in the dark until Peter stilled somewhat. ‘ right'he clapped the palm tree of his hands down on the tops of his own knees. ‘ let's get a few things straight now shall we ?'He smirked at Peter when he noticed the mans gaze had zeroed in on his fat erection. ‘ yes. I am going to have intercourse you, yes. it will hurt ... ... at first and lastly you may as well just let it happen rather than press it.'Peter's eyes bulged and he tried to plead from behind the gag. Ignoring him Jon made a setting of pulling a underground of lubricant from his bag. ‘ oh and by the way I am capturing all of this on telecasting. That's right. After tonight I could post your first off fourth dimension being fucked in the keister on social media.'

cock began his struggle anew. Pulling at the cuffs 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 smaller man quiet down some, his consistency still shook though. ‘ just relax, savor your pornography dandy'Jon stands, his massive cock on presentation in all its stuff glory. He thought about the little blonde sleeping across the road and his hard-on jerked with lecherousness. Squeezing lube into the palm tree of his hand he took up his shaft, stroking its full length, coating it in the stimulant gel. Peter's regard was transfixed on the display Jon gave him. ‘ I know it's big St. Peter the Apostle, probably a bit daunting for you'his words meant to both causal agency care and arousal. ‘ don't worry your ass will plow it just fine ‘ Jon disappeared from Saint Peter the Apostle's mint and positioned himself at the base of the coffee table between the piece spread legs. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your night home alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricating substance onto his finger's breadth 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 foreplay here. His turncock was beyond hard and Jon desperately needed something tight milking him. Forcing a fat finger's breadth into the soaked orifice 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 suck dick and his own arse had never been breeched. He just really like fucking and having his own cock sucked no affair the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lubricant Peter's arse took sentence to loosen up a little but Jon didn't mind. Who didn't love a loaded pickle to bang ? What did surprise the magnanimous man was that it took less time then he had thought it would for right old Pete to start responding to the finger fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding digit. Jon chuckled ‘ fuck sheik you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a salutary short boy I might even let you fellate my cock'Jon forced a instant fingerbreadth into the mans taint, pumping a few metre in and out before pulling them out and slapping the hairy arse before him. ‘ best you make like your taking a doodly-squat, it will be easier for you'Jon maybe many things but a sadist he was not. He likes his conquest to get off, to want him even though he is assaulting them.

Taking up his deep cinch in his bridge player he guides the tip of his cock until it is pressed up against the virginal hole. Time to shit a tool lover out of Mr Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon thrust against the resisting sphincter. Peter's legs shake wether it is in pleasure or fear Jon doesn't care at this point. ‘ if you don't relax and crowd out like your shitting it's gon na injure'he thrusts a little harder to prove the point and Peter stiffens as the head of Jon's cock literally pops inside of him. The male person on the coffee set back struggles against his bonds. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the Scripture. Fuck it feels good to possess something early than his own manus gripping his essence. He waits until His fuck toy has relaxed a short, then with small short motion he begins working his erection in and out of the inflame hole ‘ burns huh ? That will overtake'on his knees in the night animation room Jon grunt with pleasance with each new inch that sinks in deeper. he closes his eyes and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The sounds of the porno playing out on the laptop become desktop randomness to prick's muffled moans of joy. Picking up the pace now that the lube burrow has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the male hips and head start fucking him in earnest. It does not shoot long and tool's consistency traction him hard, squeezing nice and fucking soused around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't tell apart me your going to arrive already ? Fuck man you are a pecker hussy in the fashioning'he chuckles and thrusts harder, bass 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 attack. ‘ oh yeah, you love cock up your fundament don't you ?'He thrusts in rich to prove his period and Peter moans in delight. ‘ wonder what Wifey would think of all this huh ? Her perfective tense married man taking putz and loving it ?'Giving a few more than dense rich thrusts just for the Inferno of it Jon finally pulls out of the now gaping muddle. ‘ time for you to breastfeed your first stopcock and try out your own arse'Jon moves around to the front man of the coffee tree table, moving the chair with the laptop on it out of his way. On his stifle once more he reminds Simon Peter that they are being recorded ‘ so this is how it's going to go, you are going to lactate me off and swallow up every close drop I feed you and if you do it well the TV won't be published and as a wages for keeping our little session here tonight to yourself I just might fall fuck you on a regular foundation'he lifts up Simon Peter's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would wish that wouldn't you Peter ? Having your arse fucked on the regular ?'Amazingly Peter nods. Jon removes the gag from the mans mouth ‘ spread up pal because I have a fucking huge lode to run you'shaft complies and Jon knows he now has a fuck toy to play with whenever the opportunity arises, Scheol he might even bring the big titted Louise into the fold and make it all the more than 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 creature he needed to be the everlasting sexual Orion .