The Boy Next Door


Posted by rache on September 03, 2006 at 19:27:21:

story codes: F/M, NC, BDSM, Snuff?

The boy next door
by rache
Introduction

He was cute, I’d give him that, but he was in trouble and too dumb to know it. Walking around our condo-community in his tight red speedos everyday, strutting his big cock and grinning behind his sunglasses. His name was Thomas and he was hot, with his blonde crewcut and cut abs. He’d fucked half the women in our little complex, and I knew he wanted me.

I was working at a club then, an exotic dancer and I called myself Tiffany, just cause it sounded high class. I saw a hundred cocks a night, I’d even play with one for the right president, a quick suck, maybe even a fuck in the booth in the back, but it was just work. Fucking Thomas was going to be real pleasure.

“Come on.” I licked my lips, grabbing the towel draped around his neck in my hands and dragging him into my condo.

He’d been walking by, the way he always did on his way to the pool, flexing a little in front of my open drapes cause he knew I was watching. I let him watch me too. I’m 5’8” barefoot and 123 pounds, athletic is a word that describes me, toned and tanned and sexy. I like being sexy and I work hard at keeping myself that way. My hair is naturally blonde and long and straight, which gives people the impression I’m dumb. Too bad for them. My eyes are blue and my breasts are real, 36B cups, which should be enough for any man if he’s smart. Not many of them are.

Thomas grinned, not resisting me at all as I smiled and teased him with my eyes and lips, coaxing him into my bedroom, my little temple of love.

“Mmm…baby, where are we going?” He was asking and I just laughed, pushing him down on my bed so he was lying flat on his back.

“You like games, Tommy?” I breathed, standing there in my t-shirt and cutoffs, sliding my hands up and down my body.

“Oh yeah, I’m into all kinds of games…” He grinned, starting to sit up and I shook my head.

“Wait then, I wanna get kinky!” I giggled and opened the top drawer of my dresser, pulling out some handcuffs and an adjustable leg spreader, a lightweight aluminum bar with leather cuffs on the ends.

“Ohhh…” Thomas chuckled. “I like it!” He was so confident, so self-assured and cocky it was really turning me on.

“I know you do, baby.” I whispered sexily as I handcuffed the man, rolling him onto his stomach and binding his wrists together behind his back.

“I’ve been waiting to do this a long time, Tiff, I’m gonna fuck you soooo good…” He was promising me, which seemed a little silly since I was spreading his legs 3 feet apart, bending his knees and using a clip fastened to the center of the bar to hook onto his handcuffs.

Thomas was on his belly with has legs spread and pulled up high, stretched almost painfully I was sure and adding weight to his arms, pulling them down and causing his chest to rise slightly from the mattress. It would begin to ache quickly, I knew, and then after awhile become painful.

“One more thing.” I whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

“What’s that?” he asked, trying to follow me with his eyes. “Uh, how long do I have to stay like this anyway, baby?”

I fitted the gag into Thomas’ mouth before he fully appreciated what I was doing, I think. It was a bulb gag and it had a little hose and a rubber ball that I squeezed quickly, pumping up the inflatable ball until it swelled completely in his mouth.

“Can you breathe okay?” I asked Thomas, leaning close so I could hear his breath through his flared nostrils. He nodded and I smiled. “Good.”

I have a nice bedroom, good sized with room for more than just my king-sized bed. It was the reason a lot of people bought these condos: the expansive personal living space. I had a little love seat and a matching chair on the east side, with my aquarium and bookcase right there. The bed was against the north wall, with a couple nightstands with lamps, the west wall had my large dresser and the door to the master bath, which was my favorite room in the place. The bathtub was really a small Jacuzzi, square and big enough for three adults easily. I loved it. And the south wall had my lingerie cabinet and small vanity, the walk-in closet, and the door leading into the hallway. That bedroom was literally the size of my first apartment, which had been nothing to brag about, but still…What else could a person want?

The carpet was thick and soft and red, the walls papered with an Italian fresco design in champagne and cream. The lighting was a dozen small spot lights on a track system, pointed to illuminate certain areas and leave others dark. It wasn’t my idea, but I liked it, especially since it came with a remote control. There was a requisite mirror over the bed, which had also come with the condo, and I enjoyed it really. I used a lot of candles and left the lights low, just a couple spotlights glowing softly on the bed. It was a warm and friendly and intimate ambiance, I thought.

I left Thomas on my bed, his tanned body flushed and damp with perspiration, and sat on the loveseat, lighting a cigarette and looking at him. He was looking at me too, his right cheek on the satin sheet of my bed, wondering what I was doing, but any sound he might have made was muffled completely by the gag. I was a shadow to him, except for the occasional red glow of my cigarette. It was good to make him wait, but it was hard to do.

“I don’t like you Thomas.” I said finally, breathing a cloud of dead blue smoke into the air. My cigarette was almost gone. “I don’t like men in general and I don’t like you in particular.”

I let him think about that while I crushed out my cigarette. “Don’t believe me?”

I looked at him and he didn’t look very convinced, so stood up and walked over to him slowly. I pinched his nose shut, keeping my thumb and index finger tight as he shook his head violently, trying to get loose. His arms strained at the handcuffs and his legs kicked and pulled at the spreader, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Believe me now?” I asked calmly, watching as his eyes began bulging slightly and his face turned red, the veins in his neck seeming to swell. He’d stopped struggling momentarily, but when his eyelids began to flutter and his body started heaving, instinct kicked in and his body spasmed hard once more. It’s always the second fight that let’s you know you’re close and I let go of him, watching him suck air desperately through his nose.

“Now we understand each other, don’t we?” I asked. When Thomas didn’t move I grabbed him by the short hair on his head, jerking his head up painfully. “Don’t we, Thomas?” I repeated and this time he nodded weakly and his eyes were damp with pain or anger or humiliation, maybe all three.

“I’m going to show you a good time, Thomas.” I promised him. “A real good time and you’re going to be a good boy and learn your place in your new world.” He was looking at me and I sensed some confusion in his soft brown eyes. “This is your world, Thomas, right here, this room.” I gestured around us. “You won’t leave here until you’re afraid to.”


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I was going to write more, and I probably will, but I thought I'd clear this out of my queue.