1. Home Invasion? (part 1)


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

    wife's perfume and shampoo. He wondered why he'd be smelling that. Was his wife and k**s close by? Were they in the house? Why was this person tormenting him and his f****y? His thoughts ran like a deer through the woods. Going everywhere, to even the darkest parts of his mind thinking this would be the end. The person pulled his pants off and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, at least he thought it was a hand. It felt to smooth to feel like a naked hand. Gloved or something? The hand led him into another room. His dining room he thought and sat him in another chair. He thought about getting up and trying to run. He thought about trying to maybe kick his captor. But his fear of being hurt and/or his f****y kept him at bay. So he sat there in his kitchen chair and anticipated what was coming next. He felt smooth like fingers grab his right leg and strap it to the leg of the chair, then this left. He asked again, "Please, don't hurt us. Take whatever you want". Silence. And then he felt a firm, but not painful slap across his face. This angered him, but he was tied and could not do anything. He said with a growl in his voice, "What the fuck is your problem? Take this cloth off my head and look me in the eyes you fucking pus-". Another firm slap against his face. He got really pissed off, but didn't say anything else. He felt the two hands touch the tops of his feet and run all the way up his legs to the inner part of his thighs and linger there for a moment. They let go ...
    and he felt something move past him, catching a whiff of his wife's perfume again. "What the fuck was that about and why do I keep smelling that perfume", he thought to himself. He heard the clicking of heels walking of towards the other end of the kitchen. He heard a knife being pulled from knife block and heard a knife being ran across the sharpener. His thoughts ran rampant, "This is it. I'm done for. I've done so many good things with my life. I have very little regrets if any. There's so many more things I want to do in my life with my f****y. See the Grand Canyon, go to New York City once. Meet my grandc***dren. Drink another beer. Tell my parents I love them." He heard the sharpening stop. He heard the clicking of the heels walk toward him. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please don't. I'll give you anything. Please don't kill me. Please. Please don't kill my f****y," he pleaded. He felt a hand grab his face firmly, then pull away, and then another firm slap. He was sobbing. Scared out of his mind he sat there in his underwear on a kitchen chair that he was tied to. "This is not how I'm supposed to check out and meet my maker," he screamed. Silence, and another firm slap. He felt the cold flat side of the knife rub against the inside of his thigh. He then felt his underwear being cut off from the right side of his hips. Starting at the bottom all the way to the waistband. He felt the waistband snap and release. His tiny flaccid penis was already shriveled up with fright ...
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