To Be Unbound

"Of course, you don't have any homosexual tendencies, so if I tried to jerk your dick, you wouldn't get hard, right?"

I look directly into his frost green eyes and smile as I reach my hand over and take a hold of the hemline of his t-shirt. I slowly pull it up, exposing all of his abdomen. Erik starts to wiggle about, but now that his legs are bound along with his arms, he can't move much. I advert my eyes from his face and study his smooth, flat tummy and run my finger down his treasure trail. I stop at the waistband of his jeans.

"I think we need to see," I grin, "what you're working with, buddy."

I sit up straight, on my knees and begin to unfasten the belt buckle. Erik is grunting and it sounds like he is trying to tell me to sop… Or start… Or no… Or yes… Doesn't matter. I am going to fuck this dude's brain up.

Once the buckle is undone, I unfasten the button on his jeans. I take the zipper tab between my fingers and slowly pull it downward. The sound of it causes Erik's grunting noises to turn into pleading moans. I open the flaps of his jeans and see his white boxer briefs. I grab a hold of the waistline of his pants at the hips and start to pull them down to his mid thigh. As I focus my stare on his crotch, I place a hand on his lower abdomen. With my other hand, I reach it between his legs and search for his package. I cup his balls through the piss stained underwear and then I begin to squeeze them. Gently at first, but then I start to really crush those balls in my hand.

Erik is shaking his head back and forth and starting to work up a sweat. I release his nuts from my grip and then start to pull his briefs down slowly. I follow the waistband downward with my eyes, as it exposes his unruly, curly bush of pubic hair. I stop for a moment and run my fingers over his pubes. They are quite soft and are a light brown.

Then I pull the briefs down further, exposing the pale root of his dick. I can see the outline of the shrunken head of his cock through the white fabric. This poor guy is almost turtle-shelling. He is truly terrified.

"Hmmm?' I ponder out loud, "Doesn't look like you got much going on down there, buddy. Is that a dick or a clit?"

Erik lays motionless and just glares at me. Then I pull the underwear down to meet his jeans. His dick is quite shriveled up and can't be sticking out more than a half inch. His pinkish ball sack is tight, but I can tell the kid has some pretty big nuts on him.

"All potatoes and no meat, eh?" I question.

I straddle myself over Erik's thighs and run my hands up his torso, pushing his t-shirt up to his chin. I lean my head forward and move in on his right, hairless nipple. I open my mouth and flick my tongue against the tight, little nub as Erik starts to quietly whimper. Suddenly, my teeth clamp into the flesh of his pectoral. Erik's body convulses in pain and he tries to cry out, but his voice is muffled by the duct tape.

I lift my head with a smile, "Hurt?"

I sit back up and direct my attention to his tiny, recoiled prick. I take a hold of it, by the head, and begin to stretch it out softly. I tug at it a few times and it finally starts to lengthen a bit.

"Well, would you look at that," I chime, "Looks like that little fella was just scared."

Erik stiffens his body and closes his eyes as I continue playing with his limp dick. After about 10 minutes, I realize he is not going to get hard this way. I gather saliva in my mouth and position my head over his crotch and let out a thin stream of spit. I watch it as it slowly oozes down till it is dangling not more than two inches from his penis. Then the spit hits the wrinkled mid-shaft if his dick and ebbs down either side. When the trails of saliva drip down and land on his balls, I notice Erik's cock move ever-so slightly.

I grin.

With that, I extend my right hand and take a hold of the wet, soft cock between my fingers and begin to gingerly slide them back and forth. Within moments, Erik's frightened, little pecker begins to loosen and grow. It's bout 4 inches in length now and is thickening as well. I notice that it is still quite soft and decide to step up my game a bit.

I wrap my fingers about his dick and it feels so small in my hand. Only his piss-slit can be seen in the fold of my grip. I drip more saliva out of my mouth and it pools over his tip. I loosen my grip allowing the spit to run down his small dong. I savor the moment before grasping his prick harder and starting to stroke it slowly.

I look to Erik's face and I see his eyes are still closed. As I slide my hand back and forth on his dick, I continue to watch his face. I'm looking for some expression, but there is none.

About five minutes have passed and Erik's cock is starting to firm up… And rather quickly. Suddenly, his eyes pop open as terror and fear wash over his face. He is looking directly at me as if he really would like to kill me.

Again, I flash a smile.

"Looks like the straight guy is getting a woody."

I direct my eyes from Erik's bitter face to his hard boner. He is definitely at full mast now. His 6 inch hard-on is kind of flat and arches upwards, which gives it the look of being much thicker than it actually is. He has a bluish-green vein that appears on the right side of his cock, right below the faint circumcision line. As I slide my hand up his shaft, I can feel each rib of the sides of his dick. I can also feel my own cock stiff and hard in my jeans.

I stand up and over Erik. His gaze is still locked on my face. I begin to unfasten my jeans as Erik's eyes grow wide. I pull out my hard cock and begin to squeeze it lightly, plumping it up. It looks so big right now. Even though I am only a half inch longer than Erik, I have some girth. My straight, tannish rod has a perfectly shaped helmet and two main veins that run down the top-side of my shaft and disappear into the lush of my dark brown bush. As I marvel at my cock, I can see Erik's dick, below me, deflating like a balloon. While this wasn't a turn-on for him, I found the whole scene to be quite titillating.

I step over Erik and stand next to his head. I kick off a tennis shoe and then the other. Erik is just staring at the ceiling with an annoyed look on his face. I decide to fuck with him a little. I reach down and slip off the sock on my right foot. I balance myself as I raise my foot over Erik's taped up face. He starts to shake his back and forth as I lower my foot till it rests on his nose. Erik begins grunting out unintelligible profanities and I press my foot down harder.

Boy, he is really pissed.

I decide I should really freak him out… I stop with the foot torture and take my clothes off. Now, I understand this kid is only 19 and has all of the blessings of a young man… Natural slenderness… Youthful tight body… An ambitious metabolism… But for a man in his 40's, I still got it going on. Grant it, My six-pack is concealed by the thin layer of belly fat, but you can still make out the lines. I also happen to like my body hair. It's everywhere and many times I have gazed down the thick line of dark hair that leads to my full bush while having a good wank.

I kneel down at Erik's side and spit into my hand. I smear it and slather it on his soft dick. I begins to work it in my hand once again till it gets hard. This time, it only took a few moments before his skinny, curved prick rose to full attention.

More spit.

As I begin to pick up jerking pace, I cup his balls with my other hand and raise them slightly. They are almost as big as mine and now, they are now hanging very loosely. I watch them as they start to shift within their sack. I drop his nuts from the palm of my hand and reach below them to softly stroke Erik's taint. I hear him begin to whimper. He turns his head to his left and closes his eyes.

I want to give Erik a little surprise and carefully lower my head over his hard dick. I watch his face intently, continually using long strokes on his cock. It is time. I open my mouth and take his dick into it. His boner is warm and smooth. As my lips slide down his shaft, I can feel each ridge of his arched, hard-on. I raise my head till only the tip of his crown is in my mouth. I lightly suck on it for a moment before slowly working my way back down to his funky smelling pubes.

Yes, funky. Like boy-funk, you know? That smell of crotch when it's young and not quite musky yet. I cannot lie… It smells real good. I can't resist really going to town on this pretty dick. I start bobbing my head up and down his bent prick as I hold his ball bag in my left hand. I move my right hand up and down his shaft in unison with my lips and I can feel his sack tightening up.

I pick up pace.

I've sucked enough dicks to know when a guy is about to nut. This kid is definitely approaching threshold and I'm thinking I'm about to get a mouthful when he starts banging his head on the floor. What the fuck? I start sucking his dick with a fury, trying to make him bust his nut . Hell! This crazy kid is really banging his head and I notice his dick is loosing it's firmness.

One last thud.

This dumb fuck just knocked himself out. I stand up and look at the half naked burglar on the floor. I am so turned-on… I am so angry… I'm really disappointed… I'm a little bit scared… I want revenge- Not just for me, but for that poor kid this fucker and his cohorts abused.

What could I do?