1. Home Invasion? (part 1)


    Date: 1/13/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: malicai, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    He walked up to his home like he did at the end of every work day at 6:30pm. He pulled out his keys. Inserted the key into the lock. Took a deep breath, and turned the lock. He waited for the k**s to come running up screaming, "DADDY'S HOME"! Silence. He said hello, but no one answered. Strange he thought. He poked his head back out the door to see if his wife's car was outside in the driveway. It was. He turned back around only to catch a glimpse of something black and shiny that resembled a human throwing a black shroud over his head. He went to flailing his arms trying to hit and fight back, but hit nothing but air and the door behind him. He then felt someone grab his right arm, clasp something around his wrist and put his arm behind his back. He tried with his left arm to hit the person or thing, but they grabbed his arm to fast and clasped that wrist too behind his back to his right arm. It didn't hurt him, which he was surprised about. He struggled and tossed his shoulders back and forth. He was startled and scared. beads of sweat formed on his brow. All he could think about was the safety of his c***dren. Are they ok? Did this person hurt them? Was his wife ok? Am I going to die? He asked what they wanted. He said, "I have money". "Take what you want. Just don't hurt my f****y", he pleaded with his unknown assailant. Silence. It was more than silence. You could hear pin drop. His thoughts echoed through his mind loud an clear... "Wasn't I a good man? I take care of my ...
    f****y. I take out the trash and clean the kitchen. I never stray on my wife. Yeah, we don't go to church very often, but we live by the Golden Rule. FUCK, I don't want my f****y to die" ...He then felt something slowly pull the black shroud really tight around his face. Not enough to constrict breathing, but taught enough to hinder it a bit. He felt something being tied around the excess material from back behind him. "What are you going to do?", he asked. Silence. As he stood there he heard the clicking of heels walking off. He stood there perplexed that he heard heels. Then he heard them walking back into the room he was in and heard something being set down. He felt a hand grab his pants by the belt buckle and turn him around and sat him easily into a chair. Nervously he asked, "What are you going to do to me?" Silence. He felt a tug at his left shoe and the person pulled it off and his sock. He felt the same with his right shoe and sock. Barefoot, the tiled floor felt cold to him. He kept asking what do you want and kept getting silence. Frustration overcame him, and he started to get angry. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?", he screamed. Nothing, not a sound whatsoever. He then felt a tug at his belt buckle. The person picked stood him up and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He felt the zipper slowly being pulled down. He kept hearing a strange sound while this was going on. The sound of rubber rubbing against rubber very close to him. He also began to smell his ...
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