It was supposed to be a simple smash and grab. Jackson Lawless had done it a dozen times before. Okay, so maybe not a dozen, but enough. Break in, find the guy sleeping, tie him up in his bed and smack him around a little while Jackson robbed him blind….they were always too embarrassed to call the cops and report him after he left. Only problem was he hadn’t counted on this particular asshole being such a light fucking sleeper. Or you know, psycho nutjob. One moment, Jackson was leaning over him on the bed, slipping a rope around one wrist and somehow ten seconds later he was being crushed under his weight, strong tattooed hands cutting off his air and it was nighty night Jackson from there.
The next thing Jackson knew, someone was slapping his face around. He snapped awake with a mumbled protest, only to find the hairy freak kneeling on the bed by his head, the bulge in his blue briefs staring him right in the face. Jackson jerked back only to find he couldn’t go far…couldn’t do much of anything in fact. His arms were tied behind him in some complicated arrangement, ropes wrapped all around his chest and neck. He couldn’t even get at the knots, his hands encased in some kinda mitts or something. He tried to kick at the sick fuck with his feet, but even those were restrained, ankles tied to his thighs…and worst of all, he was basically naked. This was not going at all to plan. He started to panic, face getting red and sweat beading his body. Who knew what this fucker might do to him? Hurt him, kill him….and then his thoughts started going down a road he really hadn’t wanted them to, but it was kinda hard to avoid when the psycho leaned over him and started licking his fucking face. First his cheeks, then his neck, then up from his chin across his lips and up his nose, so he could taste the other man’s saliva in his mouth, was coated all over with his sticky wetness.
Things went from bad to worse before he had time to even process all this. The man moved to sit on his chest, pressing him down into the bed with his weight, his bulge now right in front of him and completely unavoidable, and then he just whipped this massive, rock hard dick out and started slapping him in the fucking face with it! Jackson groaned and jerked his face away, pretty much all he could do, but he could see the fucker actually laughing at him, as he easily held Jackson’s face in place, almost playfully plugging his nose and cutting off his air again as he fucking kissed him before pulling back and rubbing his dick all around Jackson’s face some more. He was beet red and totally humiliated….he wasn’t just being violated by this asshole, he was being treated like he was some kind of goddamned toy!
There was a brief shock of pain as the man twisted both his nipples…fuck, he couldn’t protect ANY part of his body like this, and then the prick started pulling Jackson’s face towards his raging boner. Jackson bucked and struggled like a wild man, but was utterly helpless to prevent him from shoving his dick in his mouth – something he never even imagined he’d ever experience. He was immediately overwhelmed by its bitter, salty taste, not to mention how hard it fucking was….it was like a steel rod punching the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex as he choked and just about damn near upchucked on the fucking thing. His tormentor pulled out of his mouth, but before Jackson could so much as sob with relief his mouth was on his tits, biting and chewing and that fucking HURT, man, SHIT, and then he was fucking kissing him again and licking his face like he was some kinda fucking dog. What the fuck was wrong with this dude? Of all the houses in all the world to break into…shit, his mom was right, he should-a gone to college….fuck!
The cock was in his mouth again, fucker’s hand holding his nose plugged shut as the rampant erection plunged in and out of his throat. He gagged and choked, wheezed and sobbed, so far past simple humiliation at this point there wasn’t even a word to describe it. Nothing in his mouth then, and he gratefully gulped air into his starving lungs, along with…what, did the fucker just spit in his mouth?! Jesus. He did, and he held Jackson’s face in one in impossibly strong fist, holding him in place, mouth open for him to spit into again as Jackson kicked helplessly, begging even as he was licked and spit on some more, mouth enveloped by the other man’s in another searing kiss….just call the cops, he heard himself begging, just let him go, but no. His captor just kept talking over him, calmly and steadily, there’d be no cops he was told, he wasn’t going anywhere, Jackson was his now, his little piggy.
Jackson didn’t even want to think about what else that might mean.
And yet, somehow, things managed to get worse. The fucker was sitting on his chest again, shoving his cock and balls all up in his face when he found Jackson’s cock, reaching behind him to discover that somehow, in all of this, he’d grown to have a massive hard on of his own. Jackson groaned and threw his head around in frantic, helpless denial, he always got hard when he was nervous, he tried to explain, but he was lying and they both fucking knew it. He just didn’t know how else to explain it, there was no fucking way he was turned on by being this sick prick’s bitch. The dude shoved his cock in his mouth again and Jackson sucked on it almost gratefully this time, eager for the distraction and desperate to take the guy’s attention away from his boner.
All too soon, the man pulled out, only to strip off his briefs and shove them in Jackson’s mouth. He thought he was going to throw up, but his tormentor clenched a hand over his mouth, holding them in place as he explored beneath Jackson’s briefs, massaging his cock and pulling it out despite his best protests. He was sucking it then, but in a sadistic, manipulative way that made it damn clear he wasn’t giving Jackson pleasure, just more humiliation and degradation. He let a line of spit leak from his mouth down to Jackson’s cock, leaning down to lick it off, spitting it in Jackson’s face when he caught him looking….Then he was kissing him again, the mouth that had been on his cock, the juices of his own cock now swimming in his mouth, mixed with that fucker’s spit, and god it was so disgusting, and then he was biting his nipples again, and it hurt, but it was light nibbles too and it almost felt…good….Jackson felt like crying again, but he couldn’t bring himself to give this asshole the satisfaction.
And yet…and yet, somehow, the guy was saying something to him, and somehow, Jackson heard himself say okay, and the next thing he knew, somehow he was holding his mouth open for his captor on his own, sticking his tongue out, as the man leaned down and flicked his tongue against Jackson’s, playful, intimate, before leaning further and plunging his tongue all the way into Jackson’s mouth, swirling it around, exploring everything, fucking kissing him like he was a chick…and somehow, Jackson was kissing back. And he wasn’t just imagining things this time. It felt good.
Jackson Lawless was sure by now he was in for a long fucking night, and he had a pretty good idea of where things were going. His virgin asshole clenched tight instinctively. Problem was, he was no longer sure what he was more afraid of….that he’d hate every second of it…..or that just maybe…he wouldn’t.
Jackson Lawless is living up to his name as he breaks into Alexsandro Freitas’ house for a little crime and misdemeanor. Problem is, he’s bitten off more than he can chew with this dominant Brazilian top, and in no time at all he finds himself the victim at Alexsandro’s extremely capable hands. This is a sexual cat and mouse game of sizzling intensity, and if after this you end up on GoogleEarth, trying to find your way to Alexsandro’s house to see where breaking and entering gets you yourself, we wouldn’t blame you in the slightest! (read more)
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