5 comments/ 81976 views/ 13 favorites Intrusion Ch. 01 By: Allivrain The alarm clock on the nightstand blinked, 4:15am. It was a warm night, the blankets had been kicked away into a tangled mess sometime earlier and the young man that lay on the bed wore only a threadbare pair of sweatpants. Taylor was on his side, asleep and facing the wall with a peaceful expression. He was exhausted, college and his job barely left him any time for rest, but he needed the money too much to quit working and he was too stubborn to give up after working so hard for his degree. He remained still as the faint echo of a doorknob being jiggled and then unlocked sounded in the room. The tiniest hint of a smile appeared on his lips as footsteps moved through the small apartment, but it was schooled back into a sleeping guise by the time the hinge of the bedroom door creaked. The man that slipped into the room was average height, his features indistinguishable in the dim light cast by the clock. The intruder had a duffel-bag slung over one shoulder, but set it down beside the bed as he approached. He watched the sleeping man as he bent down and unzipped the bag, removing four rolled up straps from inside. Quietly he moved around to each corner of the bed, anchoring a strap to each of the bedposts. He reached again for the duffel, but stilled as the man on the bed moved slightly. He waited and glanced towards the door to check the escape route. Fleeing was unnecessary, all Taylor did was restlessly turn his face against the pillow and snore softly with his breath stirring the blond curls that framed his face. The intruder resumed movement then, pulling cuffs from the duffel-bag and carefully reaching over the sleeping body. His movements were gentle but certain as he secured two of the cuffs around the sleeping man's wrists, then the other two around his ankles. Once the cuffs were in place he secured them to the straps, letting them remain loose as he considered his next move. Taylor could still escape the bindings if he awoke then, he would only be truly helpless after the straps had been pulled tight. Rather than do that the intruder reached into his duffel-bag one more time. He extracted a pair of earplugs, a nose plug, and a face mask with a single hole for a mouth. The intruder knelt on the bed. Taylor murmured in his sleep, then twitched a little as the earplugs were placed in his ears, but didn't wake even as the mask was pulled over his head to cover his eyes and the plug was secured on his nose. A smile flitted across the intruder's lips and he glanced over at the clock as he brushed his fingers across the younger man's lips. 4:30am, right on time. He firmly covered his mouth. Taylor shifted, stretching against his bedsheets as he 'woke' as naturally as he could. The stranger held his mouth closed, waiting until the first sign of actual struggling before he let Taylor breath and he set about tightening the bindings on his legs and arms. Taylor started to struggle earnestly as soon as the intruder's sure fingers finished securing the final cuff. He cussed and fought against the straps that held him to the bedposts. The bindings did not give, though he could move each limb an inch or two he could not slip the cuffs off or unlock them from the straps. Blind, deaf, and helpless, there was very little he could do. The intruder waited, letting Taylor wear himself out by struggling and screaming. Eventually he grew bored of that and reached over, quieting the yells with a hand over the young man's mouth. He pressed his fingers tightly together, so that his captive couldn't sneak a breath between them. Taylor went still then, tensed and trembling. His neck and back were arched, this throat exposed as his mouth tried to open despite the hand that held it still. Beneath him, between his body and the bedsheets, his cock was starting to pulse and take an interest in the intoxicating fear that was coursing through him. He was held that way, barely aware of the hand that stroked down his back as his lungs begged for and demanded air. The intruder counted aloud, reached twenty seconds, and removed his hand to allow Taylor to breath. At the same time he slid his other hand inside the other man's sweatpants, between his cheeks, and roughly shoving his middle finger inside his hole. Taylor's gasps for breath became sharp groans of pain. The yelling choked off as the stranger pushed the younger man's head down, muffling him against the pillow. The intruder massaged inside, twisting his digit around until the muscles gave and the tightness loosened. He let Taylor's head up again. The helpless young man gasped and twisted around against this bindings. "Please stop. I'll do anything you ask, just please do-" The hand silenced him again and the intruder counted, shoving a second finger in and pumping the two digits inside Taylor until he let him breath at twenty-five seconds. Taylor moaned and cried, but seemed to realize that pleading was useless. He braced against the straps attached to his arms, doing his best to relax around the intruding fingers. He tensed again as his mouth was once more covered. A third finger was added and the ring of muscle was deliberately worked until it was loose enough. The intruder straddled the helpless, trembling body. Anticipation was coming off Taylor in waves, though he tried to disguise it as fear, he knew what was coming. He was panting, moaning as the cock was pressed inside. "Please-" he uttered quietly against the pillow. The intruder shifted, pulling out of Taylor's ass for a brief instant before thrusting back in. Taylor gave a strangled yell and moved with the thrusting, his hips raising up to meet the motion. A grin slipped across the intruder's face and he smacked an ass cheek before raising up and positioning himself so that he could pound mercilessly into the body that lay exposed beneath him. The only sound in the apartment were of flesh hitting flesh and Taylor's pained gasps, punctuated by the intervals where he managed to beg. Though he was never sure if he was begging for it to end or pleading for more, harder, faster. Having his hole stretched in such a way was agony, without lube and only the brief preparation. Nevertheless the burn that spread through his body was hot, intense, he couldn't get enough. The intruder pulled out, his cock pulsing with the need to cum. Taylor murmured a plea, "No, more," but like before his begging was ignored as a hand gripped his hair and dragged his head back. A knee pressed on his back. Slapping Taylor's face with his cock, the intruder jerked himself off. He came spurting across the helpless man's cheek, his hot semen spilling over his face and lips. Taylor licked at the cum, but soon cried out again as a hand reached beneath him and gripped his hard cock. The intruder chuckled, pumping the tender flesh as Taylor humped against his hand. He smacked his ass a few times, pulling the younger man close to the edge of cumming before he stopped. He reached over the side of the bed and into his duffel-bag. The device he extracted was made out of metal rings, a plastic band, and sturdy locks. It was a chastity device. Wrapping the plastic band around the erect cock took some doing, the length of it becoming incredibly hard and then suddenly flaccid as Taylor reacted to the pain to the point where he was overwhelmed by it. One metal ring attached to the band, and the other went around his balls, then the combination lock secured the rings together so that neither could be removed. The intruder stroked Taylor's cock, enjoying the whimpers that escaped the young man. He gripped his hair and pulled his head up as be bent over him. His mouth pressed to the exposed neck. "Yes," Taylor hissed, baring his neck as lips and then teeth grazed his flesh. He moaned, then hissed again, "yes," as the intruder bit down. It was not hard enough to break skin, but it was a claiming, marking bite. The intruder licked him once more and stood, gathering up his bag in silence. Before leaving the room he released Taylor's left hand. He knew it would take the young man a while to fully free himself, so he didn't bother hurrying as he left the room and let himself out of the apartment. Taylor struggled from the bindings, ripped the mask and nose plug off, and pulling the earplugs out. He lay there weeping for a while, his soft cries the only sound in the quiet room. The taste of cum coated his lips and he licked it away as he finally got himself under control again. He carefully explored the chastity device, swearing. Any that any attempt to get it off would cause pain and would probably be unsuccessful anyways. Then he jumped as the alarm clock went off, glancing at it and realizing that he didn't have time to get the device off or to worry about it at all. Work started in forty-five minutes and there was no way he could afford to lose his job. Taylor stood with a wince, limping and trying to move in a way that didn't jostle his cock as he got ready for the day ahead. *********** Author's Note: I didn't change much about this one. I just tried to make it somewhat more obvious that they were role playing. I also edited out the strap around his neck, since someone mentioned that it is not a proper method of breath control. Thanks to all who reviewed, hopefully the changes don't keep you from enjoying the story. Intrusion Ch. 02 Work lasted forever, every moment ticking by in frustrated torment. Taylor stewed with agitation and barely bothered to be polite to the many customers that approached him. His entire body ached, the turtleneck he wore rubbed against the bruise on his neck and the chastity device tugged around his cock in a way that made it impossible to ignore. It seemed to take eons but finally the hands of the clock swung towards one o'clock and he slipped from the till, heading towards the office. "Don't suppose I can convince you to cover part of Ellis' shift?" The manager asked as Taylor slipped his work vest off and slid his I.D. card through the machine to clock out. "Sorry James, I have to run to class." Taylor said with impatience, though he kept his voice respectful. His hand shook and he slipped the card into his jacket pocket to hide the tremors. "Yeah I know, getting an edu-mah-cation and all that." James teased and nodded in understanding. He waved the younger man out of the room though his gaze followed him till he disappeared and a knowing smile curved across his lips as he noted the slight limp. Taylor nearly bolted out of the store towards his car. There, behind the tinted windows and with the engine running, he unzipped his pants. A whimper escaped him as his fingers brushed his confined cock. The device was tight against his flesh, the metal cold against his balls and penis. It had been there since that morning, a steady source of agony throughout the long work day. His fingers brushed the exposed flesh, expression full of a somewhat morbid curiosity. He winced as his cock reacted by pressing against its cage. His tongue flicked out and licked across his lips. Another stroke sent his whole body shuddering. He hardly had time to fully explore the thing that bound his penis. Class began in a half an hour and he had already failed that particular course once, no way would he be taking it again even if it he did need it for his degree. He slipped his hand from around his cock and zipped himself back up again, revving the engine and heading from the parking lot. Once in class he sat with rapt attention, even managed to take his mind off of his cock to write notes. Though that distraction didn't last long; Professor Drey gave him a look, dark eyes roving over his body in a way that had Taylor's penis fighting against the restraints. He closed his eyes, thinking of anything un-sexual to tame himself. The rest of the lecture was a blur of technical terms and senseless diagrams. "Mr. Cole, please stay after class." Taylor nodded and ceased the motion to gather up his backpack. He settled atop his desk and watched as the professor paced from the blackboard to close and lock the door as the last of the other students left. Drey walked over to the younger man, his dark eyes glinting and a sly smile crossing his lips. "So, did you have fun this morning?" "You're a jackass." Taylor claimed and reached up to lift the collar of his turtleneck. "I'm going to have to wear ridiculous things while this heals." Professor Drey's eyes traced the marks and he flicked his tongue out over his lips. "Why hide them? It'll let your boss, let everyone know who you belong to." Taylor shivered at the ravenous expression on the other's face. "James knows I'm yours." "He doesn't keep his eyes to himself," the professor retorted possessively. He slipped his arm around the younger man's waist and bent so his breath blew hot on his cheek. "Now, is our game this morning going on the list of things we can do again?" Taylor shuddered, eyes dilating as the memories of the morning spent helplessly at the professor's mercy flashed through his head. He leaned into Drey's taller frame. They made a stunning pair. Taylor was shorter and slim, with blond curls that were a bit too long and expressive blue yes. Professor Drey was taller with a sturdier build; his eyes were near black and his dark brown hair cropped short enough to hide its natural wave. "Is silence a no?" The professor prompted and nipped his jaw, stealing his mind back from its wanderings. "It was scary. Not in an 'I never want to do it again' way, but...I want to try it when I can hear you counting." It comforted him, knowing the number of seconds they had agreed on and counting them off alongside the professor's voice. He had tried counting to himself in the silence, but without Drey's voice he had constantly counted too fast. Even though he did not doubt the professor's carefulness, the resulting panic had kept him from completely immersing himself in the experience. Drey nuzzled him, lips brushing the bruises on his neck. "You agreed to sensory deprivation as part of this week's games." "I know, but for the list. I don't like being unable to breath when I can't listen to you." "Fair enough." The professor nodded in acknowledgment. He tilted the younger man's head and captured his lips, chuckling against Taylor's mouth when he sucked on his tongue. As they pulled apart he gently chided, "you have other classes you should be getting to." Taylor sighed, and then looked towards his crotch. "What about...?" "You want it off?" Drey asked. "It's sore." Taylor pouted, and then gasped when the professor captured his mouth again and bit down on his bottom lip. Drey's hand elicited a groan from him as he cupped the bulge in his jeans, and then another sounded in the classroom as the button released and the zipper lowered. "I can loosen it," the professor offered, his eyes danced as he took in the sight of Taylor's tender cock locked up in the device. He slid his hand over it, grinning as the young man arched against him. "But how will you pay for the mercy?" Taylor's tongue wet his lips. "I can pay for it tonight, when you 'sneak' in again," he offered. "Oh?" Drey spoke distractedly as his fingers worked at the combination lock on the device. "We already have a rather busy schedule planned." Taylor gave a breathy laugh, moaning aloud as some of the pressure on his cock relented. "I'm sure you can find the time to put my mouth to good use." Drey's drew his hand out of Taylor's pants, raising his thumb to Taylor's lips. He grinned when the younger man's tongue eagerly laved the digit. "You are an irresistible cocksucker." "Damn straight." Drey pushed him from the desk and smacked his ass. "Now get to class." Taylor fixed his clothes back on and hastened to obey. Even loosened, the device still made his cock throb. He was far too distracted to pay attention in his next two classes, but thankfully they were the type that provided the lectures online afterward. Later, he spent most of the drive home imagining what would be done to him later that night. Even after he stopped at Subway for dinner, he barely tasted the food. He kicked off his shoes as he entered his home. The apartment was as he had left it that morning, except for the duffel-bag on the counter and note on the fridge. A ladybug magnet that looked utterly out of place held the note there. Taylor picked it up and read it quietly aloud to himself. "If you want the device off go to your room. Put on the mask and handcuffs and kneel on the floor." It jarred him slightly. While it was the professor's handwriting it did not have his voice. Drey liked to be specific, always controlling the minute details. Being vague and anonymous was part of their current series of games. The young man used the magnet to stick the note back on the fridge, gathered the mask and handcuffs from the duffel, and then slipped his jacket and shirt off as he headed to the bedroom. He stripped away his jeans as well and crawled onto the bed. He took a few breaths, getting into character before putting the mask on. He did not know who the 'intruder' was; he had not spent the last year and a half in a relationship with him. He focused on that, until he almost believed it. Once the mask slipped on, he clasped the handcuffs around his wrists and settled onto his knees. For the longest time stillness reigned in the apartment, the silence stretching throughout the rooms. Taylor scoffed impatiently and shifted in the cuffs, how long was he supposed to wait? He was stupid to place himself in this position, especially after the event of the night before proved the stranger had no mercy. However, it was the only way to get the painful chastity device off. He didn't dare try to cut through the rings, what if he accidentally sliced through his prick? He did have the option of getting help, but the young man knew he couldn't stand the humiliation that choice would cause him. Finally a hint of movement came from the other room, the faintest sound of footsteps and of the duffel-bag being retrieved from the kitchen. Taylor held his breath, listening carefully. He stamped down the anticipation in his mind and he twitched fearfully as the bed dipped beneath a new weight. Chains jangled softly nearby. "Please don't do this," he said, and then frowned slightly before speaking again in a tone that was properly pleading. "Just take it off and let me go, you have to realize that you won't get away with this." The intruder surveyed his captive, smirking at the supplication of the younger man. He shifted the chain again so that the links clinked against each other, making Taylor shiver and lean away. He opened the collar linked to the chain and reached up to touch the soft leather to the younger man's throat. Taylor jolted and tried to scramble backwards, a foolish and desperate attempt at escape. The intruder caught his bound wrists and roughly jerked him back into a kneeling position. With one hand he gripped a handful of his blond hair and held his head still so that the collar could be slid on him. It hung loose, lower around his neck than the bruise from the previous night. The chain that dangled from contrasted with his pale skin and he shivered as the links grazed his chest. The stranger stroked him, exploring the skin that had been bared for him. He tugged Taylor forward by the chain each time he shifted away. The young man remained skittish beneath the caresses, whimpering as the intruder bent down and took his left nipple in his mouth. The dark eyes man nipped the small nub and earned a cry as he pinched the right one with his thumb and forefinger. Once his teeth left a charming mark on the skin he sat up. With a smirk he shoved Taylor down, so his chest pressed against his legs and his head was against the sheets. He ran a hand over his back, petting him like a timid animal. He massaged the captive from the shoulders to his lower back, waiting until he sighed and relaxed despite himself. Then he retrieved another object from his bag of tricks. Taylor moaned as something large and smooth trailed along his buttocks, teasing the line between his cheeks. He spoke up, "no, don't. It won't fit. Please." His begging was ignored as the plug pressed to his hole. It was slick with some oily liquid that warmed against his skin and shot heat coiling inside of him. It slid in with ease, the hefty shape of it swallowed by his ass. He panted against the bed sheets, trembling as his body became accustomed to the intruding object. Before he got used to it a yelp was surprised from him, fists clenching as the plug hummed and seemed to come to life. He writhed, straining against the steady hands that rolled him onto his back. His caged cock was unstrapped and a palm caressed along it. Behind the mask Taylor closed his eyes; he did not want to enjoy this. He whimpered as the plug thrummed inside him and his penis, tender though it was, surged to meet the fingers that fondled its length. He pressed against the hand, gasping out moans and arching against the bed. "Please," he gasped out, and had to bite his lips to enforce silence on himself. Only once his dick got hard and twitched with keen interest did the intruder halt his ministrations and flick the controls of the plug so the vibrations lessened. He pinched the head of the cock with his fingers and grinned as Taylor hollered. He stood up and left the captive on the bed as he went to the kitchen. The stranger retrieved the tote that was under the sink, as well as a bag of ice from the freezer. He set the tote beside the bed as he reentered, and the ice he poured into it. He then turned his attention back to the young man that lay powerless on the sheets. Taylor groaned as his feet were grabbed and his legs were pulled straight. Cuffs were wrapped snug around his ankles and hooked to the bed posts. He gasped as knuckles pressed against the ball of his foot and coughed back a laugh as fingers stroked his toes. The touch retracted as something else was grabbed from the duffel-bag. The intruder took aim and the cane snapped against the bottom of his captive's left foot. The younger man jerked against the bed sheets, pulling against the bonds on his ankles as the same treatment was given to his right foot, and again on his left. "Four." Taylor choked out as pain shot through his right foot. The caning paused and Drey studied him for a moment with dark eyes. Then he started again, obliging with the request that had not been directly voiced and not letting the interruption disrupt their game. Snap went the cane, "five," snap, "six." Taylor moaned and tilted his head to muffle himself against the sheets. His eyes were squeezed shut behind the mask, his attention focused on the voice that counted out each merciless stroke of the cane. A little bit of his resistance was chipped away with each strike, until he had to constantly recall himself that he was supposed to be resisting the urge to yield to the blows. His feet ached beneath the torment; each blow stung the callused skin that was still incredibly sensitive. Work tomorrow would be interesting, standing at the till on feet that would be a constant reminder of the activity. Snap, "twenty-seven," snap, "twenty-eight." Taylor breathed, expectancy coiling in his chest. The steady whack of the cane ceased at thirty and he moaned as fingers ran along the underside of his hot heels and tortured toes. There was a gentle touch of lips against the arch of his right foot, teeth nipping the pad before his big toe was taken into the stranger's mouth. The digit was laved and Taylor's cock pulsed in time with each insistent suck. The stranger slipped the toe from his mouth, leaving it wet with saliva. He took a thin bit of cordage that was tied with slip knots on each end. One knot was wound around each of the big toes and he undid the cuffs on Taylor's ankles. He tugged the feet together, holding them still as he further secured the big toes to each other. The young man gave a soft yelp as he was pulled by the toes to the side of the bed, his legs dangling off the side. The intruder reached for the tote. By then some of the ice had melted into a mixture of chilled water. He pulled Taylor's feet into the cold and pressed on his knees when the younger man tried to wrench away. The water was both soothing and torture on his feet, the ice cubes that remained floating around each appendage and searing against his warm skin. The young man did not notice as a pillow was placed beneath his shoulders, though he took note as his head was tilted back. The stranger kept one hand on his knee to keep his feet still as he circled around him and knelt beside his shoulders. Taylor licked his lips as he heard the zip of the intruder's jeans, and smelt the musk of the cock before it was pressed to his mouth. It was large but not monstrous and his tongue laved the head eagerly before he reminded himself of the game. He closed his eyes behind the mask and let his jaw be pressed open as he focused on the character he was supposed to be playing. It was hard to choke when he was so good at swallowing, hard to twist his head away when he knew how perfectly it would fit down his throat. The dark eyed stranger grazed his fingers up the insides of the younger man's thighs, cupping his balls. He positioned his hips and started to rock his hips and fuck the captive's mouth, roughly squeezing Taylor's cock in time with each movement. The younger man moaned against the motions and gave up trying to escape the penis that slid repeatedly passed his lips. Eventually the wetness and the heat of Taylor's mouth enticed the intruder to fuck his throat faster, gripping him by the hair to hold him in position. His balls pressed against the younger man's nose as he took the entire penis into his mouth and throat. Taylor swallowed the sperm that spurted into his mouth, gasping a few gulps of air as the cock slipped from his lips. His own hips thrust into the hand stroking him, an orgasm building in his balls to shoot though his penis and across his thighs. The stranger traced his forefinger through the trail of semen, scooping it up and then pressing his index finger to Taylor's lips. The captive's tongue flicked out and tasted the cum, then again once the older man wiped the rest of the semen from his legs. The younger man gave only a cursory moan of protest as he was manhandled. His feet, reddened by the caning and the chilled water, were extracted from the tote and wiped dry with the sheets. The intruder then stretched his trembling legs up so that he was folded in half with his knees to his chest and his calves above his head. With a clank of chain the ankle cuffs were joined to his collar and he was bound in that vulnerable position with genitals and buttocks exposed. Fingers worked at the plug that still filled his ass, viciously pressing it in so that it hit places inside that tingled and sent a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure shooting though him. He thrust back onto it, though his position offered little leverage. The intruder pulled on the plug, pausing with it halfway out so that the bulged end stretched his captive's hole. Then he shoved it back in, flipping the switch and listening to the younger man whimper while it worked inside him. He fucked him with the plug, relentlessly forcing Taylor to accept it. Dark eyes glanced over to his duffel and the stranger wished he had bothered to bring something bigger. He slipped his hand around the captive's semi-erect penis and leaned over. Taylor moaned as the hot mouth closed over the head of his dick. His cock was sore, but with that tongue teasing the slit at the tip and the pressure of the plug on his prostate his balls were soon insisting that it was time to cum again. Semen drenched fingers were once more offered to him and he sucked them into his mouth, swallowing the salty substance. The intruder tugged again at the plug, this time it fell out with a faint popping noise. His thumb replaced it in the hole, twisting against the ring of muscle and eliciting a cry from the young man. He scooted up further on the bed and pressed the tip of his cock to the hole, listening with an amused smile to the halfhearted protests of the captive. "No." Taylor gasped out, unable to brace himself against the sheets with all his limbs bound before him. "Not again. Please don't put your_." The protests cut off in a groan as the stranger thrust forward. It was not as painful tonight, since the plug had stretched him out beforehand, but Taylor was still vocal as he moved. He fucked the younger man as he had the night before, using his hole mercilessly and shoving into him so that his balls slapped against his ass. He was hard inside Taylor, but not quite ready to cum until after he'd spent a good while pounding into the helpless body. He pulled out, stroking himself. The intruder reached over and clasped one of the captive's nipples. Cum shot out of him at the yelp he extracted as he twisted the nub. Some of the sperm splattered onto Taylor's mask, the rest landing on his folded body. It took a while before all of it could be wiped up and fed to the younger man. Then the intruder unhooked his captive's legs and laid him out across the sheets. Intrusion Ch. 02 "No please," the younger man cried as fingers once more closed around his dick. "Don't make me cum again." However, the hands that rubbed his cock were insistent, demanding more from his already spent body. Taylor convulsed against the sheets, wordless pleas escaped him as he rode another orgasm. Only a small amount of semen spurted out into the dark eyed stranger's waiting palm, but even that was raised to the captive's face so he could lick the hand clean. Then the older man retrieved the chastity device that he had set aside at the start of the session. It was easier to slip it on the limp, weary cock. He brushed aside the chained hands that moved to stop him and clicked the lock in place. "Jack-ass," Taylor hissed through the pain and caught the muffled sound of a chuckle. His wrists were grasped, one handcuff being loosened. The young man remained as he was, exhaustion keeping him from moving as he listened to the intruder's movements. There was a sound of water sloshing and then the young man gave a choked yell as a tote-full of chilled water cascaded over his head, too surprised by the sensation to scramble away from it. Drey stared down for a brief instant. The urge to stay and offer comfort to the shivering man warred with the desire to play the game till the end. Then the stranger forced himself to turn away and hurry out as Taylor's freed hand shot up to remove the mask. The young man heard the apartment door slam and flopped onto the bed, squeezing his eyes shut and panting. His wet body trembled and his mind was too numb to think. He knew he should get up and strip off the wet sheets, but his limbs didn't want to move. He closed his eyes, meaning only to gather the strength to act, but darkness closed in. What seemed like an instant later the alarm clock was trilling in his ear and he was groggily fighting his way out of the still damp sheets. ********* Author's note: I wanted to wait until a few more chapters in before revealing the game but I didn't want to leave readers so "unsettled" that they couldn't enjoy the story. Feel free to make suggestions, either about the characterizations or about their activities, I do take others' opinions into consideration. Author's note about the edit: I changed subtle things about this one, mostly fixing mistakes that I only noticed after the submission went through. I changed how long they've been in a relationship because while I want them to trust each other I still want there to be room for doubt. Also, since someone noticed the hints, James is a creep and knows about their relationship. However, he is far to intimidated by Drey to overtly leer at Taylor...Most of the time anyways. Intrusion Ch. 03 Taylor stepped into the apartment. Anticipation hurried his movements as he kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket, then he paused and forced himself to take the time to put them in their proper place. He ran fingers through his blond hair, contemplating whether or not he had enough time to take a shower before Drey showed up. The thought of the professor's imminent arrival sent another thrum of eagerness through him, he licked his lips and headed to the bathroom. It was no surprise that he was excited; between the contraption on his cock and the constant ache in his feet he had not been able to stop thinking about Drey and what the professor planned to do to him. Slowly, he was getting used to the chastity device, used to controlling his erection so it didn't fight the relentless cage. It was still agony when his focus slipped, but he was careful not to let that happen too often. He had to admit, the more he wore it, the more he grew to like it. It was an inescapable reminder, similar to the plugs and clamps that had been used on him in the past. At the same time it was more controlling, if he got too hot and bothered he no longer had the option of rubbing one out. He slipped his clothing off, turned on the water, and stepped into the tub. With a slight wince he faced away from the faucet, so that the spray didn't fall directly onto his genitals. Grasping the shampoo bottle he leaned into the warm spray and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the patter of water on his scalp. He worked the shampoo into his wet hair quickly, then rinsed it as he grabbed the bar of soap. He lathered his body, scrubbing away the grimy feeling that work always left him with. He rinsed again and shut off the faucet. Normally he liked lengthy showers, but it wouldn't be too long before the professor arrived and he needed at least a few minutes to get into character after he got dressed. Taylor stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and caught sight of himself in the mirror. The image was distorted by steam, features just distinguishable. The bruising on his neck was fading to yellow, soon it would be completely gone until the next time he was marked. Which, knowing Drey, wouldn't be too far in the future. He wound the towel around his waist, holding it with one hand as he picked up the dirty clothes in the other. As he exited the bathroom he considered what he would change into, then stopped considering it. Something dark covered his eyes and a grip on his wet hair shoved him down, doubling him over. Drey's early arrival was startling enough that instinct took over and Taylor bent to his knees before he recalled his role. His body went rigid. It was hard to ignore the urge to give in, especially with no time to prepare. His clothing and the towel fell as he flailed his arms and aimed an elbow at the older man. The intruder caught his wrist and twisted it roughly behind him, earning a yelp as he pinned it up between his shoulder blades. He shoved him downwards again, so that Taylor's forehead was on the floor and his knees burned against the carpet as he struggled to rise. He released his hair and snatched up his other arm, forcing both to cross behind his back. With one booted foot he stepped on the middle of the young man's back with just enough pressure to keep him down. Taylor fought but was hardly able to go anywhere as the stranger reached for the pair of cuffs that he had left withing convenient reach. Taylor swore as the leather buckles were secured around his wrists, his curses muffled by the carpet. Fingers stroked through his hair, got a grip, then hauled his head up. All he could do was arch his back with the boot still holding his lower half to the floor. He gritted his teeth and tried with very little success to turn his head away as the intruder shoved a rubber gag at his lips. Fingers grasped his chin and easily pried his mouth open. The gag was not completely round, instead it was oval shaped with a bulge at one end, so that he could not push it out with his tongue as the straps were pulled behind his head and secured together. It tasted new, with that faint chemically hint that clung to plastic. Hands shifted the blindfold into a more effective position, then the stranger stepped away from his captive and crossed the room to where he had left his other equipment. A grunt escaped Taylor as he rose to his knees, yanking at the bindings that held his wrists. He stood and nearly tripped over the damp towel that was still underfoot. He found the wall mostly by accident, leaned against it, and worked on fully immersing himself in his character during the short wait for the professor to return. He cowered with believable fear as footsteps heralded Drey's approach. The intruder grabbed his hair once more, instead of pushing him back down he pulled him further upright and steered him to face the wall. He stepped forward. His chest was against Taylor's back, his breath hot on his neck, and his hands exploring the naked body. He wore all black, from the boots and denim clad legs that he used to kick apart the young man's legs to his simple T-shirt and the thin leather gloves that encased his fingers. The only thing on him that wasn't dark was the cane that hung from a strap on his wrist. It was a slight but sturdy thing made from bamboo. It brushed the young man's skin as the stranger's touch roved over his chest, drawing shivers from him. Taylor was already partially erect, and gasped as the unrelenting metal of the chastity devise was pressed harder against his flesh by the knee that nudged between his thighs. He drooled around the gag and his knees bent as he spread his legs further, silently asking for more. A sharp pain shot through his scalp, the grip pulled him straight again as the intruder stepped away. He used the handful of hair to keep the younger man on his toes with his head pressed against the wall. Then he swung the cane, smirking as Taylor whimpered and cringed even though it only swished at the air. His feet probably still ached from the activities of yesterday, it would be a challenge to keep him up for a prolonged period. The intruder licked his lips, took aim, and swung the cane again. It swished through the air and snapped the back of his thighs. "One," He spoke quietly and tugged insistently on Taylor's hair as the younger man tried to step away. Swish, snap. "Two." The stranger was not going easy but every motion was carefully controlled. While the cane caused a growing amount of pain, it did not come anywhere close to drawing blood. The young man gasped with each swing. The first dozen weren't so bad, starting just below his ass they traveled down until the twelfth strike bit at the soft skin of the back of his knees. Then the aim shifted higher again, strikes crossing the welts that already formed on his pale skin. Taylor's gasps became whimpers by the time twenty was passed. Knees knocked against the wall as sore feet protested having to keep him up. The intruder tugged his hair and paused the caning in order to tap the young man on ankle, eliciting a moan as Taylor struggled to rise. He smiled and continued where he had left off. Swish, snap. "Twenty-two." With his legs trembling and reddened by the bamboo, Taylor was crying by the time he was allowed to collapse against the wall. Forty-three, the number rang in his mind as the professor walked away again. Disappointment swirled through him. The aim had been for fifty but neither the hold on his hair nor the threat of the cane against his heel had been enough to keep him on his toes, he had failed. He moaned against his gag, hating the sick feeling that coiled inside him at the thought of displeasing Drey. If he had been able to speak he would have begged the older man to finish the rest before moving on to the next part, certain he could stay up for just seven more hits. Hands pulled his limp form away from the support of the wall, arranging him on his knees and pressing his head down so that his forehead was once again acquainted with the carpet. The intruder pressed his leg to the back of Taylor's welted thighs, propping him up as he maneuvered his ass into a far more vulnerable position. The cool surface of the paddle brushed against one check and then the other. It had been sanded to immaculate smoothness, the wood almost soft as it touched his skin. Taylor bit down on the gag and his cuffed hands clenched into fists. He would make it to fifty this time, without doing anything that could be taken as an indication to stop. He focused on Drey's voice, methodically counting along with each blow from the paddle. Each slap won a pained grunt from the young man even though he tried to keep himself quiet. The intruder paused at forty, placing the paddle down and leering at his captive's plaintive moans. He rubbed his hands along Taylor's butt, the skin was warm to the touch even through his gloves. "With the way you waggle your ass around, I almost think you want it." It took a moment for Taylor to realize that he had slipped out of character to the point where Drey had to go off script to subtly scold him. Hearing the professor's voice, harsher than normal but otherwise undisguised, caused the sick feeling to wind tighter in his stomach. Drey was not supposed to speak yet, not until the end of tomorrow. Taylor was ruining their game because he wasn't focused. The paddle slid across his ass again and a gloved hand reached down to pet his nearly dry hair. Taylor held his body rigid, fighting the tremors that tried to wrack him. Submission was not the way to please Drey tonight, but how could he not submit? The conflict roiled through him and the young man burned with disgust at himself. What the hell was wrong with him that he couldn't keep in character? There was a shift behind him, the professor leaning across his back to snarl in his ear. "Do you want it? Huh bitch. You like being spanked like a_" Taylor saw flashes and stars, even with the blindfold on, and gave a dizzy growl through the gag. He had jerked his head backwards as much as he was able, the base of his skull solidly connecting with something of Drey's. He didn't have long to wait for the professor to react to that show of defiance; he could only hope he would be allowed the chance to earn forgiveness for his lapse. The stranger pressed a hand to the young man's neck and shoved him, grinding his face against the carpet. His forehead smarted where Taylor had managed to headbutt him, but he repaid that as he took up the paddle once more. After nearly a dozen, utterly satisfying thwacks, he left him shivering on the floor and returned the paddle to the bag. A contemplative look crossed his face, and then he grabbed another object before he strode back. It was not easy to get Taylor to stand, he was about as steady on his feet as a newborn foal. The intruder herded him to the bed and pressed him onto the blankets. He knelt over the young man, considering the shivering form as he unwound the cat and held it over him. The many strands dangled, tips grazing Taylor's skin. He smiled as the young man squirmed beneath the gentle touch. Then he raised the cat and brought it down on the pillow beside them. Taylor's flinch was real. They had only agreed on the cane and the paddle, Drey had not even suggested on using a cat-of-nine-tails when they were making plans. His breath hissed out in gusts as he panted around the gag. He twisted away as the cat struck again, hitting the bed sheets near his arm. He resisted the hand that pressed him back into position, gnawing on the gag to keep from mewling as leather strands returned to trace across his chest. The leather traced a slow path from one nipple to the other and the young man took the time to get his breathing under control. It must be the punishment for failing to stay in character earlier, he decided, repayment for collapsing before Drey had finished caning him. A sort of gratitude filled him, he was glad the professor was giving him another opportunity to please him. Taylor braced himself as the cat-of-nine-tails was lifted away, determined to take what he deserved even if it hurt like hell. He jerked involuntarily at the sound of the cat's snap, though like the two previous times, it did not hit him. There was a slight pressure on his cock as deft fingers worked at the lock, then relief as the device was slipped off. Knees slid between his legs, firmly spreading him as his freed penis bobbed for attention. He gave a frustrated cry as the strands returned, running first up and then down his chest. Then another cry broke free as they coiled and snaked along his cock. The leather rose away. The intruder swung the cat. It cracked against the sheets and simultaneously he landed a light tap on the head of Taylor's cock with two fingers. The young man writhed and his muffled yelp ended with a confused moan. He repeated the action again and again for several minutes, tapping, flicking, or pinching the young man's cock as the cat-of-nine-tails hit the bed. Not once did the cat actually snap against him, but each time Taylor flinched as if it had. By the time he finished and placed the cat to the side, the younger man was breathing hard, his muscles taut as he mentally cursed at the imagination that the stranger was exploiting. A hand slid behind his head, grasping his hair and pulling him up. Drey licked at Taylor's lips, his tongue exploring the parts of the rubber ball that he could reach and the straps that held it in place. Taylor moaned as the older man nipped down his chin, down his neck. He arched back, helpless as talented teeth and lips worked on first one nipple, and then moved to the other. His mouth moved down and he delved his tongue into the young man's naval. Taylor made pleading noises but didn't dare to move his legs while the gloved hands rested on his knees. His penis wept for attention as the mouth moved further down, but teeth grazed the inside of his thighs rather than relieve his frustration. The stranger hummed with approval as his captive whimpered and strained to spread his legs more, offering himself for anything he wanted to do to him. He was beautiful when he surrendered like that, unconditionally and without hesitation. The professor almost loathed having to bite at the soft skin near his groin, and then again when the first time wasn't enough to pull him back into character. Taylor gave a halfhearted effort to kick Drey off him, then a cursory struggle as hands grasped his leg and flipped him over onto his stomach. His ass was sore. Some of the welts on his thighs would be felt for days. Gloved hands explored the deliciously red skin, kneading the cheeks for a moment before spreading them. The intruder spat, then rubbed his thumb into the saliva, spreading it over the young man's exposed hole. Taylor moaned as the digit entered him and set about loosening the ring of muscle. The texture of the gloves added a foreign quality to the familiar fingers that worked him open, a sort of extra friction that ignited his nerves. He sighed and groaned as Drey finished prepping him, bracing himself as the professor shifted. Teeth bit the gag at the sound of Drey's zipper. The anxiety brought on by his inability to withstand the caning and the nervousness triggered by the cat melted away. He was glad that he couldn't speak, aware of how likely he was to fall out of character and beg to be fucked. The stranger lifted the young man's hips, leaned forward, and entered him. He held that position, with just the tip of his cock inside Taylor, as the captive gave imploring moans. He pulled out slowly, a smile crossed his expression at the body bucking beneath him. His grip tightened, holding Taylor still so he couldn't shift and take more than the he wanted to give. His movements were slow and deliberate as he took his time enjoying the muffled pleas. Taylor gave a sound of frustration as Drey slid out of him again. The professor was barely touching him anymore, only with his knees as he kept the young man's legs stretched wide. Then even those lifted away. Hyper-aware of every shift of the bed, Taylor held his breath as the other leaned over him, hands settling on either side of his shoulders. Still he wasn't being touched, no contact even between his bare skin and Drey's clothing. He gave a whine, he wanted the connection, he wanted_Oh. He gasped in a breath. His cock nudged between the captive's cheeks, "Shhhh," he hissed into the shell of Taylor's ear, quieting the plaintive noises that squeaked past his gag. He supported his body above the young man, lowering himself and letting his penis inch inside. "Don't move," he muttered at him. He didn't need to try and make his voice harsh, arousal was doing that for him. "If you move at all I'll use the cat on you." His entire focus was on the hot shaft that slid in at a torturous rate. His body shuddered with the effort that it took to not press his hips upwards to swallow Drey's cock into his ass. At times it seemed there was no movement behind him, like the professor would never get to fucking him. There came a point when he considered risking the cat, willing to face any number of lashes just for an instant with the entirety of that penis inside of him. Then Drey moved. He lay his body on top of him as he rocked his hips, his erection surrounded by Taylor's heat. There was something perfect about the way his denim clad legs pressed to the young man's bare thighs, the way his t-shirt was wetted by the sweat that shone on his naked back. Taylor was making a valiant effort to be still; his muscles were so taut that he trembled. The stranger reached up, unbuckling the gag and tossing the rubber aside. "Fuck," he started, then bit his lip before he could add the 'me.' "You, fuck you, you perverted freak." He choked off with a moan as lips stroked his ear and the cock stroked deep inside him. His hips jerked and he gasped. "I didn't mean to move! I didn't." He didn't cease the rocking motion of his body as he reached for the cat. He silenced any more words from the young man by pressing the handle against his lips and then into his mouth. The stranger smiled, he had said he would use it, not how he would use it. There were so many inventive ways to use a cat-of-nine tails that didn't include whipping. "Suck it." Taylor obeyed. The handle of the cat was just the right shape and length to make it seem like he was being fucked from both ends. Except it was rigid, it didn't bend down his throat like a cock would. The professor prodded it against the insides of his cheeks as he laved it with his tongue. The handle had a faint salty taste to it, it tasted like Drey's hands, like the palm that had held it over him. The stranger moved faster, no longer taking his time as arousal wore down his patience. Taylor's body moved beneath him in just the right way, hips raised just a little to welcome the pounding. It wasn't long before he was ready to cum, he slipped out amid a chorus of muffled protests from the young man. He bent forward again, pressing the head of his cock to one of Taylor's bound hands. Semen spurted across the palm, slicked along the fingers. They were both panting as the intruder pulled at the captive's hair, removed the handle from between his lips as he tilted his head. Then he kissed him at that awkward angle. Taylor's mouth was pliant against his and he sucked the tongue that teased in passed his lips. The stranger grabbed his hips when he came up for air and flipped the young man onto his back. "Sorry." Taylor muttered as fingers touched his sticky stomach. He had already cum, the friction between his body and the bedsheets while he was fucked had been enough. He gasped as the professor bent down and licked him, cleaning the sperm away before taking the head of his spent cock into his mouth. A strangled cry escaped him as he sucked hard. Intrusion Ch. 03 The intruder let the young man's penis out of his mouth as he reached over to retrieve the chastity device. It wasn't entirely necessary for their game, there were any number of things he could have chosen to keep his captive coming back for more. However, Drey liked the idea of keeping Taylor controlled in that way, liked the notion that the young man couldn't cum, couldn't even get properly hard without him around. He was tempted to leave it on for a longer period of time, deprive the young man of relief for more than a couple days. It was easy to imagine how much Taylor would beg to be set free, how much he would bargain. Drey shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. His focus was supposed to be on the present, on the game they were playing, not on things he could do to the young man in the future. He slid the rings around Taylor's cock. Once the contraption was in place the professor turned the young man once more, unbinding his cuffs. He arranged Taylor's arms at his sides, whispered harshly into his ear, "stay." Then he moved about the room, gathering his equipment and duffel. He strode back over, peeled off one glove, and pet the still captive's hair. "Good dog." A bare hand smacked his ass hard enough to leave a red hand print. Or at least it would have left a hand print if the rest of his butt cheeks hadn't already been red. Taylor groaned, too worn out to do more than listen as the professor left the apartment. He turned himself over, feeling his wrists for signs of chaffing. Then with a swallow of apprehension he started using touch to explore the welts and marks on his thighs and ass. After a moment he paused, laughed at himself, and reached up to removed the blindfold. He had forgotten about the ability to see. They decorated his pale skin and stung as he ran his fingers across them. The marks from the cane crisscrossed across his thighs, impossible to count, but shame swirled in him because he knew there were only forty-three. "Dammit, dammit, dammit," Taylor muttered, then used the back of his hand to dash away the tears that pricked his eyes. He didn't have class tomorrow, but he would have to go and see Drey anyways in order to redeem himself. ***************** The door clicked and then swung open to allow someone through. Drey did not look up from the stack of papers he was grading, though a smirk sneaked across his expression as he casually jotted red marks across a report. Students did not often come to his office hours and he knew the sound of Taylor's footsteps. "You got off early?" "No, just on my lunch break." Taylor said as he closed and locked the door behind him. The office was small and dominated floor to ceiling by bookshelves and the computer desk at which the professor sat. There was a small window for letting in fresh air and natural light, though at that moment it was closed. Despite the cramped space, everything was neat. Drey abhorred disorder; he liked controlling his possessions and knowing the location of every single one. The young man crossed the room, placed his hands behind his back, and folded into a kneeling position beside the professor's chair. "I'm sorry." The professor gave the younger man a baffled look, one Taylor missed because his head was bowed and his gaze was aimed at the floor. "What for?" "For ruining our game. I fell out of character too early," he explained, sounding more upset about that than Drey would have expected him to be. "I made you stop before fifty." "I was out of character too, in case you hadn't noticed. And, you didn't make me stop." The professor stated. Tied up, Taylor had hardly been in any position to make Drey do anything. He tossed down his pen, turning from the reports he was grading to give the young man his full attention. "But, I should have been able to take all of them." Taylor bit his lip and bent his head further. "If you'll permit me to make up for it, I'll take the rest now." "You want me to beat you here." "Yes, the last seven. Unless," He hesitated, steeled himself, and continued, "unless I deserve more for displeasing you." Annoyance crossed Drey's expression as he frowned down at the young man. He thought about refusing, weighed the decision in silence, and watched the tension rise in Taylor's kneeling form. Finally he held out a hand and snapped, "give me your belt." Taylor obeyed, unbuckling it from his waist and passing it over. "Get up and face the desk." The professor pushed his chair aside to make room. He stood behind the young man as he folded the belt in his hands, close enough to speak against his ear, "Pants down, and don't you dare make any sound." Taylor nodded. He jerked slightly at the first hit, deliberately keeping his breath steady. At the third hit he leaned forward, his hands supporting him as he lay them flat on the wood of the desk. Five, six, and seven. The new marks overlayed the welts that remained from the last night. "Thank you, Sir." The young man pushed himself upright. "Did I say you could move?" Drey snapped the question. He tossed the belt onto the desk as Taylor froze. "I wasn't displeased with you before." The young man risked a glance over his shoulder, spying the professor's hard expression."But you are now." "Yes." He paced the small office, glaring at anything besides his partner. "I don't like when you assume I'm upset with you. I'd rather stop short of fifty than have you push passed your limits just because you think it will please me. You know that." "But I_" "Quiet. You know that really displeases me? Having to repeat a conversation that we've had several times over." "I'm sorry." Taylor's voice was shaky as he spoke to the desk. "I said quiet," Drey snapped, then grabbed the young man's shoulder and turned so that he was facing him. "Look at me. You do not get to dictate when I am displeased. If you're unhappy because we didn't manage to finish an activity exactly as planned. That's fine. We can make a new arrangement where anything left incomplete gets made up at the end of a week." He gripped Taylor's chin, forcing his head up and catching his eyes so he couldn't look away. "You will not, however, insist that I beat you because you believe I should be angry. Do you understand?" Taylor nodded, his expression contrite. The professor hated that expression, hated the way it made his chest ache. However, he could not kiss it away just yet, he had to make sure the young man got the message. "Do you need me to use one of the punishments from our list to drive the point home?" The nod froze and Taylor's gaze dropped again. "Only if you think it's necessary." They had several lists. One of things they both enjoyed: fucking, blow jobs, simple domination, and other soft core. Another was for activities that they agreed they would never do under any circumstances, like scat, needles or knife play, and calling Taylor a whore. The third list was for their games, activities that were stimulating under the right conditions; whipping and breath play were only the latest they had tried, but wax, clamps, and several others had already made it to that list. The fourth was for things that, despite any arousal they caused, were disliked by Taylor for one reason or another. That one was used sparingly, solely for punishments. "I think it might be. You should get back to work." Drey released him, stepping away and pulling up the chair he had moved aside earlier. The young man delayed as he pulled his pants back up, his gaze flicking towards the professor. Drey watched him, hating that he had caused the hesitancy in Taylor's movements. He turned away, grabbing the report he had been grading earlier and pretending to focus on it even as his eyes refused to read the words. "I'll text you when I make my decision." *************** Author's Note: I am terribly sorry that it took so long for me to finish this chapter. It kept bugging me because it didn't fit quite right with the first two. I like how it turned out though, even if I'm not entirely pleased with the way the perspectives work and feel bad for how harsh I'm being towards Taylor. Reviews are appreciated and I really do respond to advice or questions that I get. Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see and I'll try and find a way to fit it in. I have a loose plan, there is plenty of room for improvisation. Also, I edited the first two chapters somewhat, so hopefully they work better together.