Break In Ch. 01

Break In: Chapter 01

This is fiction. All characters portrayed are over 18 years. Alert: Non-Consensual Sex may be inferred from parts of the story. Summertime is often when those devious mysteries play in summer playhouses. You know the type. Act One is normal and involves a break-in, or some other criminal act. Act Two takes the action along--but in several different parallel paths--and the audience has to vote on Act Two. Then the actors improvise Act III (which will be Chapter 02). Let's see how we do with this one. © Copyright, Brunosden 2025. All rights reserved.

Act I

[The stage is nearly dark. A man is sitting at a desk, staring at a flickering film on a laptop. Street lights peak through the drapes almost covering the sliders at stage left. A shadowy figure enters.]

I was bent over the desk, my chest forced into the leather surface, held down by a powerful chest, my arms held above my head. I was outweighed by at least fifty and out-muscled big time. And he was probably more than half a foot taller. At first I was totally surprised. Then, resigned. He hadn't hurt me yet. He tied a silky mask over my eyes, probably a necktie. There was a subtle change of pressure on my back; and I felt the lighter touch, but there was the prick of something metallic and sharp on the surface of the skin below my ear. My chair disappeared. "Don't move an inch, boy. Or else." Hands took each of mine in turn and strapped them to the opposite legs of the desk with snap ties. Then the point returned and the chest lifted a bit. The rigid cock planted in my cleft backed off a few inches.

A hand fiddled with the ties on my scrubs but impatiently despaired and yanked them to my ankles. I was commando, so it wasn't difficult. A foot stepped on the crumpled cotton garment as the same hand gripped my nuts and lifted so that I'd rise enough to allow the scrubs to be pulled away from my ankles. My toes touched back on the wood floor as my legs were pushed apart by a knee and a thick thigh. My ass was now bare and presenting for use. The enormous cock moved into the crack again, this time unhindered by my scrubs or his pants. He slid up and down a few times, and pulled away.

In seconds I had been immobilized and spread over the desk. Quickly, efficiently and almost painlessly. All in almost total silence and darkness.

Spit-coated fingers touched my hole. They rimmed and the index finger penetrated. Deep enough in the first plunge to touch the prostate, sending an electric shock up my spine and blood into my engorging cock. It didn't pay to struggle. This guy was big and strong, and clever and had the advantage of surprise. He had entered the condo easily and quietly through the open sliding door as I had gazed at the computer in front of me, mesmerized by the action on the screen. The laptop was on the floor now, still tuned silently to the porn that I had been watching--a self-promised reward, at the end of a long night of take-home patient record input work. But, I guess that I was in for a very different kind of reward now, whether I wanted it or not.

I wasn't a twink or a weakling, by any means. It was all surprise and stealth. Ever since graduation from Tech a year ago where I had played both soccer and lacrosse, I had been faithful in my use of the condo gym. I'm in great shape. But, I'm small. In a big man's world. I'm five-eight and reasonably strong and muscled. I've weighed in at about 160 for years. With a bubble that attracts stares wherever. Clean shaven with well-trimmed pubes and nice hard slabs for pecs that cause my nipples to stick out nicely. A boyish face, wide-open dark eyes, framed with long lashes, and a shock of brown hair, highlighted by the sun-bleached tips, that often falls to my forehead and occasionally obscures my vision. I'm very masculine acting with a deep manly voice and rarely outed as gay even though my profession--nursing, often is the brunt of jokes about my sexuality. Actually, I think I'm pretty hot, and I've had some experience with ladies and gents, as both top and bottom with the latter, but mostly as bottom. I'm probably mostly gay. And, I'm reasonably passive, although unusually sensitive to the feelings and needs of others. Typically he (or she) needs to come on to me first. Then, I'm all in.

My name incidentally is Randy Miller. Yeah, I know, what do you expect from a 23 year old stud? Of course, I'm randy. All the time.

The condo was a rental and my place was on the first floor facing the courtyard pool. Really a find in downtown, only two blocks from the hospital where I was an OR nurse, trying to decide my next career step, if any. Although it was late, it was summer and I could still hear a few revelers out poolside. The pool was surrounded on three sides by the condo, and on the back by a four foot fence with a gate separating it from the parking--that is always broken.

Another finger joined the first and began the process of opening me and softening up my love nut. I had still not seen my attacker and decided to let him remain anonymous. Maybe he'll take what he wants and leave without any real harm. And oh fuck, he knows what he is doing. He's working that nut like a fine instrument, opening me, playing me, heating me up, and prepping me for his second act. I wasn't sure whether I was frightened or excited.

Without turning, I whispered, "Go ahead. Take what you want. There's nothing here anyway of value. I don't want to know who you are. Just fuck me and go."

"What makes you think I'm taking anything? Certainly not your cherry, you slut. I've been watching you. You want this. Your eyes have been asking me for this for weeks, Randy. I've asked around and I know. This cunt has certainly hosted a few dicks before, but none as big as mine. I think within a few seconds you are going to be begging me to put this big fat cock inside and take you for a nice long hard ride to Pleasantville."

Ah. He knows my name! But, out of caution, I didn't turn, although with the blindfold, I wouldn't see much anyway. And I've apparently been seeing him for weeks. Was it the condo gym? Or someone at the hospital? Or maybe at the brewpub where I relax on Friday nights? Had I missed something? Whoever it is; he's also wearing a face covering, and his voice is being filtered through the stretchy fabric. But, he's big, much bigger than I am. A monster really. That sure narrows down the field of possibilities. Certainly no one who's fucked me recently. And no one I've ever fucked.

A few ideas flashed before my eyes. The tall rough guy with the messy black hair and the scruffy facial hair who excelled at darts? Always in a blindingly white tee stretched over an impressive chest. With the Harley? He had incredible guns and the thickest neck I've ever seen. The real dangerous-looking type. (But, how would he know me, where I live or my name--unless he had heard one of the other nurses address me?)

Or is it the young blonde daddy in this building who always smiles when he sees me in the gym, and flashes me repeatedly, I'm sure on purpose, as he squats and presses? I heard his wife had just left with their son, going home to momma because of some real or imagined transgression. His marriage is on the rocks. He's probably been celibate for a few months and horny as fuck by now. Being in the same building, he'd easily know my name and apartment number.

Or maybe it's the young hunky intern, a tall, beefy ginger, who had arrived at the hospital less than a month ago. He moves around the hospital easily in scrubs way too small for his body, emphasizing his barrel chest and manly dick, catching the adoring eyes of nurse after nurse, including me of course. We male OR nurses in the surgeons' locker room since there were only two of us. Certainly he had seen me there. He probably knows what I look like naked. And he could easily get my name--and probably even learn that I'm gay from the hospital grapevine--assuming he wanted to know.

I had seen them all. And they all looked like promising perps. But, I had never heard any of them speak more than a word or two, not really paying much attention. Of course, the intruder might be disguising his voice. So that wasn't going to help.

Then, before I could sift the possibilities further, I felt the third finger joining the other two in my hole. He had found the open tube of lube on the desk drawer. And he started a vigorous finger fucking, stretching my chute, knocking out any thought that I might have had about resisting. This guy knew exactly what he was doing. He continued for a minute or two, stroking slowly and scraping the prostate with every withdrawal. Fuck, he was gonna bring me off right on the desk. I think I might have squirmed a bit or even pushed my ass up into his invading hand. I'm enjoying this. Maybe I moaned in appreciation. It felt so fucking good. He slapped me a few times and muttered, "Yeah, a real pussy cunt. Nice and tight. I knew you were a slut. Now you're my slut. And you're about to prove it to me, aren't you, baby?"

"I knew you were hot for it. Nothing you could say now would convince me that you haven't been dreaming about this minute. I'm gonna fuck you, boy. And you're gonna love every fuckin' minute of it. And maybe beg me to do it again."

By this point, I was no longer struggling. The fingers felt awfully good. My thick six inch dick was rigid. The hood had drawn back, and I was leaking onto the wooden floor boards under the desk. My legs had widened their stance and stiffened. I was as open and inviting as I had ever been. I wanted this.

Then I realized that the metal point at my neck was gone. I had not even noticed when he withdrew the weapon. One hand was roving over my body massaging as the other continued its regular push/pull in my chute. He needed only one real weapon, the pole hanging between his legs. He had me. His hand withdrew, and I suddenly felt empty.

I felt the cockhead at my rim. It was somehow wrapped, hard and the size seemed to be enormous, easily dwarfing mine. It was heavily lubed. And he was now using a hand to stiffen the shaft as it repeatedly poked, softening the rim. "Ask for it, Randy, my randy Randy. Beg me for it. I can tell your hole is already pulsing with excitement, trying to suck me in. Fuck, it's begging. And your puny dick in my fist is telling me everything I need to know. He's running the show now and you know it. Whatever you might think, he's in charge and knows what he wants."

I guess I was silent for a few seconds, a few longer than he thought necessary. He had me so fucked that I was catatonic. So he pulled the cockhead away from my hole, and I felt the empty feeling--no fingers, no dick, no dildo to fill the void. I think I may have groaned again.

"Well, I'm waiting. What have you go to say for yourself stud? Want my big cock in your pussy?"

"You're gonna do it anyway. So just do it for fuck's sake."

"No way, Randy-babe You gotta beg."

Again I paused. Then I felt his fist tighten on my dick, almost painful in its strength. "I guess I've got to convince the real decision maker in this room." He stroked a few times. It felt so good to be in someone else's fist. Then, just as my automatic spasms might have kicked in, he stopped and edged, squeezing the base of the shaft and pressing on the taint. Fuck it hurt! And it felt so good! He did it again for emphasis. Then he cradled the balls, getting ready to squeeze. He had convinced me!

"Please put him in, Sir. Please."

"That's more of what I had been expecting. Respectful, but maybe a little unenthusiastic." I felt the head again at my hole. And the pressure. Then it popped, and he froze as the pain of his stretch spread through my torso. I felt the retracted hood sealing the entrance. He was so fuckin' big. His chest fell to my back, and his lips touched my nape, sucking. Then he used his thick thighs to push up, and his cock penetrated another few inches, resting its throbbing head right on my love nut. "Oh, Fuck! Leave it there. Please leave it there." He grunted in satisfaction. Then, the hips thrust again and he gained another two inches stretching my chute as never before. Involuntarily, I pushed back into him. Nobody had ever taken me like this before.

He withdrew again, almost totally vacating my hot, lubed chute. Finally he began the in and out movement, gaining a half inch with each push, crowding the nut. He bottomed. Fuck, he must be close to ten inches to get there! I felt the cock expand and stretch. I felt his legs stiffen. And he froze again holding the monster hard and deep. I felt his lips on my ear lobe and the bite of his teeth. Fingers insinuated under my chest and pinched my nipples. Fuck, this guy knew how to push all my buttons and pull all the stops. I was rippling with desire and dripping with heat. Someone had once told me that when it's really good, your your whole body is a cunt, accepting that cock. Anything. Everything. Take me, stud. Several long thrusts followed. Then his legs stiffened; hands went to my hips to hold me tight to his gut; and he straightened, pulling me hard into him and reaching deep inside. My toes left the floor. I was a fuckin' puppet impaled on his pole!

Our spasms started immediately, almost in sync. He dropped several loads into the bulb of the safe. I could feel the heat, and the squishy texture of the bulb. As I sprayed the floor with three long ropes of creamy cum. Then he collapsed again into my back, holding me to the desk, one hand cradling my balls and bouncing them slowly like worry beads, occasionally squeezing to ensure that they were empty. I was his. He did own me.

Slowly his cock softened and he pulled out.

He stood back. "Don't move boy. Don't move that head. I mean it." I heard the tossed condom hitting the basket across the room. Then the sound of pants being pulled up. And finally the slide of the door. "Leave it open tomorrow, Randy. I might want to play again."

And he was gone. One of the best fucks of my life. And he was going to keep me guessing. I looked down and saw the letter opener--the weapon had been my own desk ornament. He had used it to cut the strap on one wrist--but I was still gripping the leg of the desk, paralyzed by the intensity of the fuck. I'd dream about this night for a long time.

[The stage goes black. Then three different short scenes are lit on various parts of the stage: a bedroom, a raucous brewpub, a gym, before fading to a bedroom with a dim bedside lamp.]

The next day was Friday. I had slept better than ever before after the late night workout. And moved through the day easily and with anticipation.

It was an early and busy day. The first OR session was booked for seven a. m. and we continued through a dozen more procedures until around four. Then it was to the locker to shower, change, and head off for the weekend. Sean, the young doc, had been assisting and observing in one of the other OR theatres, but he did knock off just as I did and headed for a shower, the first time that I was conscious that our paths crossed there. He stripped--fuck he was built like a fuckin' superhero with a big thick floppy dick that hung well down his thigh. As his head emerged from the hair-drying towel, he noticed me scanning his body. He smiled and stared for longer than necessary at my nakedness. He was a total ginger with thick pubes of rust but just a smattering of reddish fuzz on his pecs. Did I detect a wink? Or a sly smile? Had it been Sean? Nothing in his demeanor gave me any clue, although he certainly had the height and muscular build of my intruder. He was thickly muscled. And the scrubs he had been wearing for a month didn't conceal any secrets about his humongous dick. He was carrying a fucking shillelagh. A chubbed shower that would please any gay. Maybe he was flirting or sending a signal. But, once again he passed without a word, not even an acknowledgment that I existed. So I couldn't compare a voice.

I did go by the pub after work, accompanied by two other nurses, one male and one female. We had a few, talked about weekend plans, and I left when it was obvious that the other two were getting it on. The biker was there, his face neatly shaved for a change. The white tee was clean and stretched over a thickly muscled chest. His jeans were tight and the basket was definitely full. His waist was really narrow, creating that wonderful torso vee. But, he pretended to ignore me as he racked up the games at the dart board. I watched as his swollen guns moved so easily in the tight armholes of the tee. I guessed he'd be there for a long night if this streak continued. He was winning big time, buying rounds for the players, and smiling. Once or twice he noticed me staring in his direction. He stared back briefly and smiled a wide toothy grin; then looked away and began to talk with a bud. Fuck, he was a big handsome dude in that curiously dangerous way. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear the conversation over the din of the loud pub. I wondered if he were my intruder.

I went back to the condo, changed into workout/swim gear and headed for the gym--planning to swim to cool down after an hour of pushing weights. The daddy arrived a few minutes after I did. It was almost as if he had timed it--so I'd be there for most of his workout. He looked around and noticed the place was empty. I couldn't tell if he was disappointed. Was he looking for an audience? Certainly, he was dressed for the part. What an incredible physique. He was clearly a major lifter--and when he removed his tee and baggy shorts, I realized he was wearing only a nylon singlet, apparently without a jock. Fuck it was pale yellow, just about the color of his longish straight hair and, given how it wrapped his body, it was nearly translucent. He could easily have been naked. His shoulders were wide, and his chest, arms and back rippled with muscles on muscles. The thighs bulged, holding a hard high booty that would make any lifter proud. His entire body was shaved and seemed to be smooth and oiled. He was an Adonis, bigger than life, lightly tanned and handsome. He was a celebrity. What the fuck was he doing in a two-bit condo gym? Maybe prowling?

He was very serious about this stuff. He probably outweighed me by fifty or more, and he was tall, well over six feet. Maybe six-six. He proceeded to use the benches, out-lifting me by a factor of two most of the time, not even pulling a sweat. He was a beast. He smiled, grunted with each lift, and, as is often the case, pulled an enormous boner as he lifted. It was trophy size: long, hard and thick; the bulb at the end was peach sized; and he was uncut. It didn't seem to matter to him. He wasn't at all embarrassed as he flashed me repeatedly with his piece. Once or twice he motioned for me to spot. I stood behind the bench, closer to his body than I knew was wise. He knew I was watching and appreciating--and he was enjoying every minute of his exhibition and my attention, often using a tongue to wet his thick pink lips or a hand to adjust his erection as he stared at me between sets. My own cock was tenting my swim suit, only inches from his head. I was like a fuckin' deer in his headlights.

I tore myself away when it became obvious and left for the pool as he continued his workout. Neither he nor I had exchanged a word. The pool was cool and refreshing and surprisingly uninhabited for a Friday night. I did a few laps and headed in for the night.

A half hour later, I was seated at the desk, laptop open again, with a longneck. The sliders were cracked open. I keyed in my passwords and my favorite porn website opened. I chose one of the films that featured Calvin Banks (I always like his hot ass play) and settled in to prepare myself for what would surely be a massive orgasm.

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Act II

Okay, my dear readers, this is where it get's interesting. I've written three possible Art II's. Let me know which you prefer, and I'll build it into Act III, (Chapter 02).

[All take place in the same dimly lit bedroom.]

Act II--A

I was convinced this time that he would not surprise me--although I hoped that the evening would end as the night before had. But Calvin's interaction with Carter in New Orleans gets me every time. Carter has one of nicest bubbles in porn, so smooth and supple, and Calvin knows how to play his hole and open it. You could see the naked desire in Carter's smoldering expression, his lips deep throating Calvin's eight inches, as Calvin worked the hole and Carter pushed his bubble back into his partner's fingers. I was seated at the desk again, this time only in knit boxer briefs. I was stroking slowly, edging myself as the scene unfolded on the laptop. Total concentration. So I didn't hear the door. But I did feel the heat. I closed the laptop and pushed it aside, stretched out on the desk and extended my arms, making it easier for the intruder to tie me to the desk legs. I was ready this time. He didn't say a word, but I felt the heat of his breath on the back of my neck. Despite the heat, I shivered in anticipation.

He didn't bother to strap my wrists. He knew how much I wanted this. I was already gripping the desk legs. He wrapped my head with the tie again, blinding me. He pulled the chair away. Then he ripped off the briefs and batted my legs apart. His chest fell to my back as he used his upper body strength to cover me and completely own me. Tonight, he was bare-chested. I heard the big-buckled belt of his jeans ring as it hit the floor. Then, he was back. His huge rigid cock slipped up and down my crack, pushing the cheeks apart as it traveled, greasing the path with his precum.

So far, not a word. But then he muttered, "I'm not askin' tonight, boy. I know you want it."

He bent and I felt his lips and tongue on the rim as rough hands gripped and held the cheeks wide. He circled a few times. Then the tongue plunged. The lips attached and formed the seal that enabled him to thrust and suck. Fuck, what an incredible feeling. My dick lengthened and hardened as the hood drew back. I started to leak. Then a large rough hand gripped my balls and pulled them down hard. Fuck, the pain! He knew it, of course, but kept up the work on my hole as he released, then fisted the shaft.

Suddenly, everything changed. He stood and I felt the knob at my entrance. Just as big and hard as I remembered. Pressure, pop, pain, pleasure--all within seconds. He was in again, and I was his. The chest returned to hold me steady. Hands went to my hips. And the relentless long strokes began. Each going deeper. Each strafing the prostate. Each pushing me harder up into the desktop. I gripped the legs of the desk hard to steady myself. Each thrust filled me with his hard manhood.

Incredible stamina. He had been fucking me for what was probably ten minutes. Each time I was ready to blast, he'd squeeze my dick and pull out, waiting for me to calm. My tension was at an all time high. He had brought me to "almost" three times. Then stopped and waited, his weight and heat continuing to rev. My balls were bursting with spunk. The veins on my shaft were protruding like the stems of a strangler fig wrapping around an oak tree. I needed to cum. I needed him to push it out of me, or I was going to explode. "Please take me stud. Finish me off. Pull..... ease!"

"Oh, my little slut in ready, huh? Maybe next time. If you're real good to me." He inserted again, going really deep. His pubes tickled my ass and I almost laughed, but feared what that might do to him. So I squeezed my anal muscles and stroked him hard as he withdrew. That did it. He quickly slammed back in. He held as his gut contracted and his thighs stiffened. I felt the cock swell, the hard spasms, and the sprays of hot spunk coating my interior walls. (Fuck! He had gone in bare!)

He slammed and shot, over and over. And each time he did, he hard stroked my cock until I too began to paint the floor once again with my spunk.

Finally, he dropped onto my back. He rested for a few as our breathing--or at least his breathing--quieted. Then he bit my ear lobe and whispered, "Until tomorrow, slut. Same time, same place. Maybe tomorrow I'll have a surprise for you. Don't disappoint me,...... or else. This ass is mine now, and I know exactly how to claim it." He slapped me hard, leaving a huge handprint on my ass cheek.

Then he was gone, leaving the room full of the aroma of our musk. I breathed deeply and concentrated. He was the best I'd ever had. But who had it been?

Minutes later I rose from the desk to clean up. And there at the edge of the desk was a dart. In the distance, I heard the Harley roar. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I wonder what surprise he has in store?

--OR--

Act II-B.

I hoped the laps in the pool would cool me off. But, I was wrong. He was coming back tonight. And the thought of his huge dick pounding away inside me made "cooling off" impossible. So I showered off the chlorine, generously lubed my chute, and decided to wait, this time dressed only in old loose scrubs. I carefully drew the drapes over the patio door, leaving the door cracked open just an inch. I dimmed the lights, grabbed a beer, and moved to the desk to dial up some porn.

I was distracted and it took dozens of clicks before I settled on a short film where the Brent Corrigan was playing the unlikely, but incredibly sexy, virgin (again, but it does take some imagination), getting his first male on male massage. Brent rests on the table, nude of course, as the masseur slowly seduces him. It was near the end of the massage and Brent was bent over the edge of the table taking it in the ass. He had moved from innocent to power bottom in just a few wicked minutes. I was concentrating, occasionally stroking to keep hard, but not wanting to cum before my anticipated visitor arrived.

I didn't hear the door. And so I jumped in surprise as cool hands reached around and grabbed my pecs, drew me up and out of my seat, and held me tight against a rock hard chest. Fingers zeroed in and squeezed my nipples. They hardened and extended like the mini-dicks they were. He held me close, lips sucking on my shoulder as I stood, held tightly to his body. He kicked the chair aside and pulled me in. I could feel his hard cock through the two layers of cloth, ready for action. I knew it was the same guy. Fuck, how many guys have cocks that long and that thick?

He untied, hooked his hands under the waist of the scrubs and pushed them down. Then he pushed me to the desktop and quickly slipped out of his pants. They were long and unbelted. Was it the doc? I started to reach for the desk, but he wrapped his hands around my waist, bent me at the waist, and stepped us both to the bed. He pulled a pillow and pushed me forward onto it, and then he blindfolded me with the tie that I had hung on the bedpost. I was plunged into darkness--and he was once more anonymous.

He slapped my legs into a wide vee and knelt. Then I felt the cool, moist roughness of his tongue. He was tasting my mancunt. Man he knew how to eat. You might think I was a fuckin' all-you-can-eat buffet at a casino. He had me crying and begging and squirming all at once. I was so high I wouldn't even need the joint to sleep tonight. (Joints were only for Friday's--since we were randomly drug-tested at the hospital--but a Friday night joint would wear off by Monday morning in the event of a surprise test upon arrival!)

This time, he had me on a soft surface, the foam mattress of my bed. So he really dominated. He covered me and wrapped me with strong arms and stronger thighs and calves. He held me in a tight cocoon as he squirmed on top, pushing me hard into the soft mattress, giving me a full body massage, repeatedly nipping at my neck as he slipped up. Then he dropped into the vee, pulled my ass up and positioned. His hard bell-shaped head was positioned. There was a flash of pain, but he was in. Fingers moved to my hard nipples to distract me from the pain. But, it didn't take long. I adjusted quickly and signaled by pushing up into him that I was ready for more. He pushed in a little farther, hit the nut, and reached down to grab my shaft to hold me in place. Then he rolled back onto his haunches and deepened his thrust, using a hand on my throat to keep me turned away. I felt his teeth on the back of my neck, and his fingers pressed on my windpipe to increase my tension. His cock twitched deep inside. In that position, I was totally and completely his. I bounced a few times which he seemed to like.

Soon, he slid to the side, and pulled me onto him, like a crab. He thrust a few times and I was deeply impaled on his pole. His big hand surrounded my balls and the base of my cock, the heel pressing hard on the taint. Fuck, he had slipped through my inner defenses, soaking my cunt with new lube. Never had I been so completely filled.

I started to turn my head to kiss, but he quickly blocked me. "No peaking, boy. Not yet anyway. Don't make me have to hurt you." By then I was totally distracted and totally his. He pumped, using incredibly strong thighs to probe deep inside, deliberately swelling his cock to tighten its hold on my chute. His dick was the diver and I was his undersized wet suit. As the previous night, he had stamina. He continued for minutes before finally pushing me over, drilling deep and exploding. It was more than enough. My whole body shook and shivered. I felt the heat deep in my gut, radiating out. My toes curled; my gut drew in, my anus tightened. And then I exploded like a nuclear weapon, ripping me apart, leaving nothing untouched or unscorched. I covered my entire chest with cum. Maintaining his hold on my dick, he used the other hand to massage the cum into my chest.

A minute or two later, as our breathing stilled and the aroma of our musk permeated the night air, he released my dick, but cradled my balls, massaging them. His cock withdrew, unplugging my wide-open cunt, leaving me dripping with his cum. He pushed me on my belly and held me there for a minute to ensure that I understood. My eyes were covered, but the loss of that sense heightened another: my nose inhaled his heady musky scent. He rose from the bed, pulled on pants and a shirt in the dark, and was gone before I had time to say anything more. His parting words were all that was left of the apparition and the experience, "Tomorrow, slut."

I rested in the bed for a long time, relishing the intensity of our encounter. He hadn't left a clue. I was still in the dark, figuratively and literally. Then, I got up to straighten up the mess, clean up the cum from my inner thighs, and head in for the night. I flipped on the overhead and I reached down to pick up my scrubs from the floor. I pulled them up. They felt funny, starched, much newer than my own. I turned on the bedside light and read the label: "Property of Mercy Surgical Staff."

Fuck! It was the doc! And he now was wearing my old scrubs instead of his newer ones, impregnated with the undeniable perfume of the hospital shower soap. The doc had fucked me! The doc! I was giddy with the possibilities. Never in a million years did I expect this. I rolled the scrubs and pushed them under the pillow. Maybe I'd return them tomorrow.

I wonder what he has in mind for tomorrow? Thank God I've got the weekend before we are again working together.

---OR---

Act II-C.

When I left the gym and headed for the pool, daddy followed my every step, his eyes glued to my butt. I could almost feel the burn marks that his penetrating eyes were leaving in my "huggie" swim suit. I knew he was drooling over my bubble, probably my best feature.

I swam my laps, talked with a few guys that I knew, and blew off an invitation to have drinks at another condo. It was going to be a small party--only four with me--and I knew that Paul would be expecting to take me to bed later. He was a nice guy, a banker, good conversationalist, but he hated the gym. So at 24, he was already sporting muffin tops. And although he was considerate and pretty damn good, his dick was just average, cut and about the size of mine. I might have said yes under different circumstances, but I was expecting a visit from "Santa" later, and I wanted to be home to make sure he left all my presents.

I showered, pulled on sleep shorts, mixed a drink and dialed up my laptop. I carefully opened the door a little more than a crack and pulled the drapes across. I could hear the guys in the pool. Someone else had joined them, and Paul was trying again to reel in a hook for the night. I laughed inside. If only they knew what I was expecting?

I easily found an orgy flic on the military channel. Ten or so guys, all porn model quality, were in uniform--five newbie recruits reporting for basic training and five vets ready to train. Within a minute, everyone was naked. It was like a frat hazing. Older built guys were in charge--tanning hides, getting blown, spit-roasting, and finally, fucking the virgin holes of the youngsters, all lined up, for inspection I presumed. I wonder if they might need a medic in the Army? They were handsome and hung, willing and anxious...

I was really quite into the orgy, my rock hard dick tenting the sleep shorts. I had picked my favorite--a giant coffee colored Latino Sergeant, hung like a proverbial bull with balls so big they'd hold enough seed to re-populate Japan. He could take me anytime. Anytime. So, of course, I didn't hear the slider roll back quietly. The first touch shocked me--he was tying a silk scarf around my eyes, a blindfold. So we were going to play that game again.

One hand wrapped around my chest and lifted me right off the floor into a rock hard chest while the other removed the chair, and with an incredibly smooth motion, pulled off the sleep shorts. Less than ten seconds in and I was naked and blindfolded, suspended off the floor with one strong arm holding me to his massive chest. I was just a babe, open to being used anyway he wanted. Fuck this was going to be good. Maybe he'd take me more than once tonight.

Another arm surrounded me and I was totally caged, inside this monster, open to whatever. I could feel his monster dick planted firmly in my cleft. He was already prepped for action. He moved me to the bed, placed me more gently into the softness than I could ever have imagined. On my back! Fuck he was going to take me missionary! He released. Seconds passed as he quietly stripped and, in a few more his strong arms were under my thighs, lifting me high, rolling me back, like a doll and using his massive shoulders, caught my ankles and pushed hard. He paused for a few seconds, relishing the male body under him. Then, I felt his lips on my cock. He sucked it in and stroked it a few times with his tongue, tasting my pre-cum and grunting in satisfaction. Then he released again and took each of my balls into his mouth, sucking, heating, stimulating. Fuck, they were so alive! He released each in turn. I wanted him to do it again. Please! But no. Greased fingers were at my hole, rimming and opening.

He leaned in and jack-knifed me into a tight embrace, rolling my ass up and into his assault. I felt the knob. No way was it going to pass through that gate. But, he pushed as he diddled my tits to distract me. It was inevitable. I breathed deeply and loosened, pressing down onto the intruder. And then in a flash of pain, he was in. Oh fuck, was he in. The pain continued, at first sharp, then dull as I softened to receive the monster again. Taking a cock missionary is always pretty special for me.

He was impatient, but gentle and determined. He was cumming in. It had to happen. I relaxed again as much as I could. And finally his incredible tool moved inside. I felt it flex once, then again, stretching the chute. It touched the nut, and I gasped in pleasure. Nothing had ever stimulated it so effectively before. Electric shocks were moving through my gut and out into my limbs. I was a fuckin' electro-sensitized fleshlight. Anything. Anything. Just do it. Just do me.

His lips bent down to mine and we sucked. He was so fucking hot! He was going to burn me up. Please god, let me die on this table of pleasure. I was born for this. I was meant for this.

And then it happened. The pain turned to pleasure, intense pleasure. His cock swelled, became a part of me, hitting all the nerves, all the points of pleasure. Slowly, he started to pump, sending waves of intensity up and down my body. Fuck, he was going to push me into insanity. I couldn't take such pressure--and such pleasure. I moaned and groaned. "Take me. Take me like I've never been taken before. I'm yours. Whatever you want. Now and forever." (Maybe a little dramatic for only our second time, but it is summer stock.)

After minutes of this ecstasy and when I was at the edge of consciousness, he bottomed. Fuck did he bottom, pushing right through the final barrier, flooding my chute with juices to lube his continued assault. I felt his dick, his incredibly large dick, become even larger. It was alive inside me. It throbbed in intensity, and the knob inflated. He continued to push with a ferocity that I couldn't even imagine. Until, at last with a massive thrust of his thighs, he exploded inside. Taking me over the cliff with him. My cock, rampant between us, began to spurt, and the anal muscles contracted, trapping his massive member, but at the same time, milking it of everything it had.

Then he collapsed on top and released my legs. It didn't really matter, I was almost comatose with the assault. And my lower body muscles were paralyzed with pleasure. No one had ever taken me with such intensity. Such ferocity. Funny how things are. I wanted it again immediately. But, I also knew that if he took me again, he'd own me, my ass and my person. I'd be his forever. Maybe that is exactly what I wanted. So I wrapped my released legs around his butt and held him deep.

We wallowed for minutes, his weight holding me to the mattress as his arms gripped my torso and his legs stretched out and lofted into push up position. I held on tight and we both rose from the sweaty sheets. That's when he exploded again, adding another huge load of spunk to the first. A double-header! What a stud! Then, I realized he had brought me off again too. Finally, it was over. I was exhausted.

He pulled out and stood back from the bed. Even blindfolded, I could tell he was standing tall and commanding at my feet, surveying all that he had conquered--and could conquer again at will. I waited in anticipation. He reached down, pulled something from the floor and I heard him wiping my cum from his chest. Then he threw it in the basket. I heard it connect. Silently, I heard him pull on his shorts and slip the tee over his head. Then the door slid quietly open. "Until tomorrow, stud. That wasn't really so bad." And he was gone.

It took a long time before I rose from the bed. He had totally and completely emasculated me. I was empty and spent. Anytime. Anywhere. I pulled off the blindfold and looked around for a clue as to who had taken me to paradise. Twice. At first there was nothing. He was a mystery. And then, drooping over the edge of the waste basket, I saw the pale yellow nylon. It was a singlet. I pulled it out, sniffed the crotch. It was my cum, mingling with his sweat. Yes, it was him. My secret lover was the daddy, living in the same condo. Whose wife had recently abandoned him. Was she crazy?

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