He may have been my first, but he was not my last. At least he was gentle. Some of the other men were cruel in their lovemaking, but most were just sad and lonely.
I allowed myself to serve the men that paid my uncle for a night with me. I became an expert at giving pleasure, but the pleasure I received still left me feeling cold and empty. No one cared for me, they just used me for their own needs and I had to remember my own when I was with them. My body had hardened as much as my heart with all the weightlifting I did during the day. Even I thought I was beautiful, at least as beautiful as the men in the magazines I used to care about. Now I cared about very little.
Uncle Benjamin brought a man over for me to pleasure every weeknight, and the weekends were mine alone. Mostly, I would sit in my room and read one of Father’s books from his study. Sometimes, I would pour myself a glass of bourbon and cry myself to sleep. Other nights I would sit by the window and dream of a different life. Those dreams felt very far away now.
Uncle said that the men who he brought in were sterile and clean, and I never let another man have sex without a condom, ever again. I didn’t know, but Benjamin scolded me and he made sure I had a steady supply of condoms in my dresser. He was a sad man, too. We deserved each other, it seemed.
Sometimes the men wanted to talk before or after they used me. They would tell me tales of life outside these walls, and I learned more than I ever had before. The world was a scary place, it seemed, even for those who didn’t die just from living in it. Their stories made me long for a different life. But wishing for the impossible would accomplish nothing.
So I sat by the window and watched the birds soar on the wind.
Chapter Five
I awoke on a Saturday night when I heard a tapping. I had never heard a sound like that before, and I pulled the covers up to my chin. I felt foolish. I was a man and not a child anymore, I had left that stupid boy behind as soon as Father passed away.
I threw the covers back and stood up slowly. The cold air felt nice on my naked body. I was sweaty, so I must have been dreaming. Maybe the tap wasn’t real. Maybe it…
No. There it was again. It was the sound of someone tapping on the glass. Was there someone in my house? Perhaps it was Benjamin, but I would be surprised by that. He was taking a trip of some kind.
I tip-toed out of my bedroom and walked down the hallway, peering into each room as I passed. They were all dark and empty. The sound was coming from my living room. The high stucco ceilings were echoing the sound somehow. I crept along the wall and grabbed a wooden candlestick and grasped it tightly to my chest.
There was a man at my window, and he was slowly prying it open. I wasn’t scared of the air, but he could be the death of me. He had not been sterilized. He could be carrying a germ on him that could put me in my grave.
Wait? How in the hell was there a man at my window? I lived at the top of a very high building. What did he do to be able to get there? Surely he couldn’t fly like the birds I envied. I watched him from the shadows as he shimmied through the window and softly landed on the plush white rug.
He was tall and well built. But so was I, even if he was much larger than me. If I had to fight to survive, that was what I would do. He crept around the living room and I watched him. I caught a glance at his face in the moonlight. He was young, maybe just a few years older than me, and the angles of his face made me blush. He was very handsome, at least in the full moon’s glow.
But that didn’t matter. He was here in my house, and if I didn’t do something, I might be his victim, even if he never saw me. My condition made strangers perilous and I couldn’t take the chance.
He walked close to my hiding place and removed a picture from off the wall and set it aside. He ran his hands against the wooden paneling and scratched his head.
It was now or never. I leaped out from my hiding place and brought the candlestick down hard upon his head. He crumpled immediately.
I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a rag and a bottle of rubbing alcohol as well as one of the face-masks that my father always had stocked for me. I ran back to the living room as fast as I could. My heart was racing. I could feel it pounding in my head as I knelt down next to the man I may have killed. The candlestick was broken in half and I still had my half clutched within my hand. It would do me no good now, so I threw it onto the floor away from him.
I rolled him over onto his back. He was still breathing. I only knocked him out. I ran back to my bedroom and grabbed some of the rope I kept in my table in case someone wanted to use it. I had grown to enjoy it, the giving up of one’s power, and submitting to another’s will had become my thing. I hurried back and thankfully he had not moved. I rolled him back over and bound his hands behind his back and did the same with his legs.
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife. As I knelt back down beside him, I heard him moan. I had to hurry. He could wake at any second. I peered down at him and felt my heart quicken. He was incredibly handsome. No… He was beautiful and manly with a small goatee that he kept closely shorn. He was hot for a burglar.
I took the sharp knife and carefully cut his shirt off. I did the same with his pants. This was harder and more time consuming than I thought it would be. But, thankfully, he still slumbered. I hit him pretty hard.
Once I pulled the shorn clothes from his body and took off his shoes, I poured the rubbing alcohol onto my hands to clean them from any germs that may have contaminated me. I took the rag and soaked it and carefully wiped his body with it, sterilizing him as best I could.
I grabbed his clothes and threw them down the trash chute. I stood up and stared at my intruder. His sharp features and shoulder-length brown hair were intoxicating. I wish that we could have met in a different way. Why couldn’t Uncle Benjamin have brought him home to me? I wouldn’t have minded making love to him, even if I were only his whore for an hour or two.
I could feel my dick stiffen at the thought. Now was not the time for fantasy.
I grabbed him by his legs and pulled him through the hallway and into my bedroom. I picked him up and laid him down onto the bed and took out more rope, which I bound his hands and feet to my bedposts. He was secure. I knew because I had been bound this way many times, and I couldn’t have escaped if I had wanted to. I rarely did want to…
I stood over him and watched his eyelids slowly flutter. He was coming to. Now, what was I supposed to do with him?
He opened his eyes.
Chapter Six
“Ooooh,” he groaned as he squinted in the darkness. He tried to move his arm and glanced up to the bonds that held him. He pulled on it, testing the strength before attempting to move his legs. He chuckled. “You hit me and tied me up? That’s kinky.”
I stayed silent and backed up into the corner. His muscles were beefier and more defined than mine. What if he was strong enough to break free? I didn’t believe it was possible, but it was better to have some distance, just in case.
“Turn the light on, so I can see you,” he said calmly. Too calmly. I had him tied up, and it didn’t seem to scare him at all. “I can see your outline. I know you’re there. Let me see you. I have heard the tales of your beauty, Danny, and I would like to see if they’re true.”
I flipped on the lamp that sat to my right. He sighed when he saw me.
“So they are true. You are quite beautiful… breathtaking actually, and I’m not saying that because of the concussion you might have given me. It’s true. Your uncle didn’t lie.” He smiled crookedly. He was a rogue, no doubt about it.
“Well, handsome… You have me tied up, now what are you gonna do with me?” He chuckled again and then winced. “You really walloped me, handsome.” He sniffed. “Did you wash me in alcohol?”
“I had to make sure you didn’t have any germs,” I answered before I could stop myself. I put my hand over my mouth. “How do you know my uncle?” The realization of what he said hit me like a ton of bricks. Like I hit him with that candlestick. I was
proud of that.
“Oh, right… You’re uh… uncle had mentioned that. So am I germ-free? Is it safe to be in here with me?” He grinned at me again. “Your hair is… unbelievable. Seriously that is incredible. Have you ever had a haircut?”
“No,” I said, flummoxed. “Stop talking… I can’t think.”
“Okay… I will just lay over here and say nothing. So, what are you gonna do with me, Danny, boy?” He raised his eyebrows lecherously.
“I don’t know. Wait for my uncle, I guess,” I muttered, wishing I had a better plan. “What were you doing in my house?”
“Oh, I was going to rob it,” he said wickedly. “And while I was here, I was going to try to get a glimpse of you. You have become quite famous in certain circles, Danny. They talk about your sexual prowess and flexibility. I would like to see for myself if what they say is true.”
“What do they say?” I asked. I didn’t know how to handle this information. A robber was tied to my bed, and I wanted him in the worst way.
“You are a legend, Danny. A virtual sex god, if the stories are true. Your uncle charges thousands of dollars for a night with you. Did you know that? He has gotten quite wealthy because of you.” The man stared at me, his bright green eyes teased me as he tried to mess with my mind.
“My condition is costly. We do this so I can continue living here where it’s safe for me,” I said vehemently. I took a step towards him.
“It’s all a lie, you know, Danny. The whole thing. You are not sick and never have been. Your father and your uncle have lied to you, for different reasons, of course. Your uncle told me the whole story one night when he got a little too drunk. I’ve thought of nothing else since that night. Of course, what I really wanted was to break into the safe hidden behind that wall.” He was too calm. He wanted me to doubt my uncle and what we were doing. My illness was not the best way. I should know whether or not I was ill, shouldn’t I? Not this buffoon who I tied up.
“You’re a liar,” I hissed.
“Oh, yes!” He laughed loudly. “I am definitely a liar, give the boy a prize! But that doesn’t mean I’m lying about this, does it? You poor fool. You have been used your entire life and haven’t even known it. Trapped here in your glass tower with lies and made a sex slave to the slime of Wall Street.”
I ran out of the room and dashed into the living room. I looked at the wall where he had been standing and felt around in the dark. There was nothing there. Just the dark paneling and… A ridge caught my finger.
I stepped back and turned on the light.
“Did you find it yet, Danny, boy?” The handsome stranger called out from my bedroom. “Push it in.”
I walked back to the wall and found the spot again. I pushed and heard a click. The paneling had a small hidden door that now slowly opened before me. A safe set behind it.
“Good boy, Danny! I’m very proud of you. Now, if you untie me, I can…”
“How do I open it,” I cut him off. I heard his deep, loud laugh, and knew he would not give me any more information. “So you knew about the safe? What’s inside it?”
“Money, Danny. Your father left you enough money, so you would never have to worry for the rest of your life. Your uncle, who’s not really your uncle, at all, has been using it however he wants and also using you to make more. He’s a liar, boy.” His voice broke me. He knew too much and if he knew these truths… Did he know more than me? Was he right about my illness? That was impossible, wasn’t it? I had been sick a few times, and Father always said it was the germs from outside that my body couldn’t handle.
Why would he lie to me? It didn’t make sense.
But if the money was inside that safe, I at least knew that Benjamin had never had my best interests at heart. I needed to know more, and there was only one way I knew to get the information I wanted. I picked up the knife from the floor and hid it behind my back.
I walked back into the bedroom and gasped. The man had a raging hard on that stuck straight up. It was thick and veiny, and he had a wicked smile on his face.
“Surprise,” he chuckled. His laugh was infuriating. “Sorry, the sight of your ass walking away… Well, this is your fault, I’m afraid.” His eyes twinkled at me, mischievously.
“I want in that safe,” I growled, trying to sound as dangerous as I could, clutching the knife behind me.
“Well, I want in that ass.” His voice was low and carried a hint of danger. I guess that made sense, he was a robber. “How about we make a deal. If you fuck me and it’s as magical as I have heard, I will give you the information to see what’s inside that safe. If I’m right… you untie me, and we can discuss what will happen next.”
I scoffed. “I’m not untying you. You might hurt me, I’m not stupid.”
“Aren’t you? Damn, you are beautiful, Danny, but I am afraid you might be a little stupid, at least in street smarts, kid. You and all your books… Yeah, your uncle, who’s not your uncle,” he stated loudly. “has told me all about them and how book smart you are. But I have street smarts and common sense from actually living out in the real world, not in this sterile mockery of life, Danny.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed and slid the knife underneath the mattress. My world was upside down, and I didn’t know what to do or who to believe. He wasn’t lying about the safe or knowing my uncle, that was clear, so why would he lie about the rest? It didn’t make sense. My pulse was racing and I knew that I had to make a decision. It was now or never. I had to know the truth.
“I won’t hurt you, Danny. You’ve been hurt enough,” he whispered.
I crawled up between his legs and took his thick manhood in my hand and stroked it. He sighed as I rolled my thumb over his crown.
“You’ve made your decision?” he asked as he slowly thrust into my hand.
“Deal. But I’m not untying you,” I whispered before I bent down and took him in my mouth. He tasted like freedom. This man who somehow scaled glass walls and knew more about me than I knew about myself, was like the birds I envied my entire life. He must soar too, in his own way.
He thrust up into my mouth, and I grabbed the base of his cock and rolled my tongue around his large mushroom head. I gave him the best blowjob I had ever given anyone. I slowly slid down his shaft and felt him slide down the back of my throat. I bobbed slowly on it, licking it and nipping at it as he writhed underneath me.
“Fuuuuck, Danny… Jesus, that’s amazing,” he groaned as he lifted his hips and fucked my mouth. I let him slide in and out, keeping my lips tight and using my tongue as I had never used it before. “Fuck, I wish I could grab you by your hair, right now… Damnit, boy… That’s so fucking good.”
I took my time and used him for my pleasure. I liked it… No, I loved it. There was something about him that made me want to please him, and it wasn’t just the endgame I was playing with him. It was something more.
“Danny, if you keep that up… I’m gonna cum. Your mouth is as perfect as they brag about. Fuck… Danny,” I pulled him out of my mouth. I reached over and grabbed a condom from out of my drawer and laid it between his legs. I also grabbed the lube and applied some on my finger. I moved around so my ass was in his face and I inserted a finger deep inside and fingered my hole, preparing it for his wide cock.
He moaned as I rubbed my own dick against his chest. The friction making chills run up my spine. He had a small sprinkling of chest hair, and it tickled as I slid myself over him.
“Danny…” he gasped as I slid his cock back into my mouth. I put on a show for him. I used every trick in my arsenal as I brought him to the edge of orgasm and stopped. Fingering myself in front of him, showing him what he would soon get.
I tore the condom open and rolled it down over his shaft and greased him up slowly, caressing him with my fingers, teasing him as I got myself into position. I started facing him. I pulled my hair back and wrapped it into a quick bun before I bent my knees and slowly impaled myself on his hard waiting cock.
I lo
oked into his eyes as I slowly rode him cowboy. His eyes rolled back in his head as I took all of him inside, his pubes grinding into my ass cheeks as I pulled myself up and back down on his girth. He felt amazing. He thrust up with his hips, and I stayed in place as he plowed me from below. He knew what he was doing and even tied up, he was making me moan and beg for more.
His eyes reminded me of a hawk, strong and powerful as he watched my face while he fucked me. He smiled as he pushed himself hard up into me, hitting my prostate over and over and making me whine with each powerful thrust. This was different than the others. He was trying to please me as much as himself.
I pulled myself off him and turned around and lowered myself back down upon him. His thrusts were deeper and stronger from this position, and I put my hands down on his legs and ground myself into him, feeling the burn from his wide hard cock as it stirred my insides. I threw my head back and howled as he rocked himself even further into me.
As I panted, I felt his hands. My mouth fell open, and I knew I was in danger, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I was his, right now, and I gave up my power, as I had done so many times before. It was all I wanted to do.
“Relax. You tied those pretty good, Danny, but I’m not an amateur,” he chuckled deeply, his breath on my neck.
He pushed me down on all fours, and I saw his hands reach down and untie his legs before he knelt behind me again. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled gently backward as if my silky strands were reins and he rode me in a way I had never been ridden before. It was rough and passionate and full of more heat than I had ever experienced.
The sound of his groin slamming into me echoed in my chamber, and all I could do was pant and cry out with pleasure with each thrust of his cock inside me. Without touching myself, I shot my load all over the bed. That had never happened before either.
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