0 comments/ 69283 views/ 4 favorites Ian Samples Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02 By: ktsema Chapter 02: Ian and Marie's Affair Is Discovered Ian and Marie stole time together throughout the rest of the summer whenever they could. On those rare occasions when Ian's family was all out for the day, and he was at home, the lovers would meet at his house for an hour or so of impassioned loving and fucking. The sex at these times was always incredibly hot and intense because the two lovers had been watching one another from a distance for days, checking out one another's bodies, smiles, movements and the like. So by the time they were able to have a few minutes together to satisfy their lust, they were both out of control. At one of these meetings, when Marie's family was all out of the house and no one was supposed to be back for a couple of hours, Doug pulled into the driveway unexpectedly an hour earlier than he was supposed to. At that moment, Ian's thick, young nine incher was buried deep in Doug's wife's pussy. Ian continued to fuck Marie until he heard Doug beginning to come down the hallway toward the bedroom. At that point, Ian rolled off the bed and under it, where he stayed for some two hours totally naked, and Marie pretended to be awakening from a nap. Marie finally managed to get her husband to go to the store for her on some trumped up excuse, and Ian emerged from beneath the bed. When Doug left, Ian quickly stripped off Marie's sundress and fucked her again, holding his own orgasm til he felt her shake and shiver with her own first, and then he made his escape out through the back yard. Yes, they had had some close calls, but Ian was so completely taken with Marie's beautiful body, and she was so addicted to her young neighbor's body and cock, they both knew that they could not help themselves. When Ian and Josh, Marie's son, would hang together at Josh's house, or swim in the Sommers' pool, Marie and her lover exchanged touches, rubs, quick feels, and an occasional frenzied kiss in the cabana. Marie loved how Ian was now into passionately satisfying her, kissing her longer, exploring her mouth with his tongue, then moving down to her breasts, her naval, and finally her drenched cunt, which he licked and tongued til she reached incredible orgasms that sent her body into uncontrollable twitching and quivering. Ian would only fuck her once he had made her cum first. By the time she felt his pulsing and throbbing shaft make its way into her love chute, she was dripping with her own cum and yearning for the excitement and release that the feel of his thick nine inches gave her. So, Marie had become more of a shopper that summer. She used the excuse of Josh's impending move to college as a reason for being gone long hours during the afternoon, as she tried to find him all that he needed for his room, his wardrobe, his college dorm necessities. In reality, on most of these afternoons, Marie and Ian would meet at a motel just outside of town where they would fuck their brains out, uninterrupted for hours. The twenty something year old motel manager realized what was going on between the two lovers on about their third visit. At first she figured that Marie was having a routine affair, but when she spotted Ian, the manager envied Marie for being able to land such an incredible stud. Usually Marie and Ian would have these trysts on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons when Doug would be working later at his office. She would watch Ian emerge from his car as Marie made her way to the room, right after paying and getting the key. He usually was wearing an athletic shirt and shorts or a bathing suit which showcased his young chiseled body nicely. She told some of her friends about the two lovers, and how she would give anything to be in Marie's place on that motel room bed. In fact, one afternoon when Marie had come in to rent their usual room, one of the friends of the manager was in the motel office, and saw Marie at the desk. She knew immediately that Marie was Josh Sommers' mom. The girl had been two years ahead of Josh in high school, but knew him because all of the girls knew Josh and his cute friend Ian. "I know that woman, Kate. She's the mother of a guy who was a couple of years behind me in high school. I can't believe it. That's Josh Sommers' mom. He and his friend Ian were a couple of studs two years behind us. So where's the guy who's fucking her?" But before Emily could finish her question, she had the answer to her question. "Oh my God, Kate! That's him, that's Ian, her son's friend. Don't even tell me that he's been fucking her every week. I can't believe this." And Emily watched as Ian, apparently not disturbed about doing it in plain view, reached his hand behind Marie's head and pulled it to his, kissing her passionately as they walked through the parking lot toward their room. "Oh my God, Kate! Look at him, he's grown into a total stud and he's fucking his best friend's mother. I can't believe this. That lady is easily in her forties. Her son's got to be eighteen or nineteen. And look at her with Ian. I haven't seen him for quite a while, but what has happened to his body and face has only been good. What I would give to find out what fucking him is like! And, in only minutes, he'll be naked with her in that room. Is there any way we can watch them?" Emily finished dreamily. "No, be serious! We can't do that. I'd get fired, and I need this job til I go back to school. Sorry Em, you're going to have to imagine that visual for yourself. But Em, are you sure, that lady doesn't look like she's more than thirty or so. She can't be forty." Kate continued. "Believe me, she is all of forty and then some. She's always looked younger, just lucky I guess. Look at her, she just slid her hand under his bathing suit and she's feeling up that cute butt of his. Oh, Kate, this is unbelievable. And you know what else, I think he has a girlfriend. I think he's been seeing a girl named Jenny for over a year. I bet she has no clue that this is going on." That afternoon, Ian and Marie did not know how their lives were about to change. As Ian slid his thick throbbing nine inches deep into his friend's mother's hot, wet vagina, Emily was busy on her cell phone spreading the news. Marie especially liked how hard Ian's cock was, not to mention his thickness and that wonderfully full mushroom that led the charge into her cunt and then pressed into her cervix. Weeks earlier, Marie had stopped feeling guilty about cheating on Doug. She just could not have enough of her young, athletic lover who made her feel so horny all of the time. Her favorite position to have sex with Ian was straddling him and riding his cock. She loved looking at his handsome face and beautifully defined body as his stiff young shaft pulsed deep in her quivering love canal. The lovers left their motel room two hours later and kissed in the parking lot before they drove off in their separate cars. Two of Emily's friends had joined her and Kate in the office and snapped digital photos of the May/December lovers, wondering what it would be like to get it from Ian, and envying the beautiful Mrs. Sommers. They got one good shot of Marie's hand squeezing Ian's package through his bathing suit. Jenny, his girlfriend would be seeing these pictures in her email within hours. And, then she would know for sure why Ian had had less and less time for her. Doug Sommers got the word about his wife's affair in late September, anonymously. He did not believe a word of the unsigned letter before him, and even thought of showing it to Marie. But Doug decided to keep it to himself. And, as the next few anxiety ridden days passed, Doug realized that the contents of the letter were true. Jenny had sent the letter to Mr. Sommers, wanting at a minimum to hurt Marie in the same way she had hurt her. Marie and Ian had switched motels when Ian had gone off to college. And they generally fucked about once a week. All that was about to change. What's more, their sex lives were about to change in ways that they never dreamed possible. Their fucking days as lovers were over, what lay ahead was to be pure misery and embarrassment for both, the likes of which they could not imagine. To be continued......... Ian's Samples Forbidden Fruit, Ch. 03 Ian and Marie Get a Taste of Jealous Husband's Revenge Doug Sommers realized that part of the responsibility for Marie's affair with Ian rested with himself. Over the years, he had shifted his attention from Marie and the kids to his business, which consumed huge amounts of his time. As time had gone by, he and Marie had done less and less together, while the kids were spending more and more time out of the house with their friends. Doug had never stopped loving Marie, and he had never cheated on her, although the opportunity had presented itself several times in the course of traveling for the business, or even in his office with staff. But, he had never done it. On the other hand, he also knew that their love life as a married couple had suffered as a result of his job. But, what Marie had done to him by having an affair with their friend's son, their next door neighbor, their son's best friend, was unforgivable. It was such a huge embarrassment for Doug to know that so many people in town must have known about this and had been talking and laughing about it. Until two weeks earlier, Doug had loved Marie unquestionably. But now the only thing Doug was certain of in his life was that she had to be punished for what she had done to him and to their family. And, Doug was up to that task. Further, Doug thought that what Ian had done partly reflected his age. Nevertheless, Ian had committed a crime against Doug and Josh, his best friend, particularly. Doug knew that Ian had to be punished in a way that would embarrass him as much as he had embarrassed Doug. And, Doug was up to that task as well. And so after Doug's private investigator had provided him with information that the affair was still in full swing, Doug put his plan into action. He had told Marie that he would be away on business from Monday through Thursday. He knew that she would immediately plan to get together with Ian, and probably at the little college town motel they had been using since Ian had gone off to school. Sure enough, Marie had made the call to her lover and had reserved a room at the motel on the very first day of Doug's business trip. Just before Marie had arrived at the motel however, Ian had called her on her cell to let her know that his tire had gone flat, and that he would be a few minutes late. He never arrived. Marie registered and went to the room to freshen up for the night ahead. She had told her sixteen year old daughter that she was going out with the girls and would be very late, so she had asked her daughter if she could spend the night with one of her friends, which she was more than happy to do. About a half hour after arriving, Marie heard a gentle knock at the door. Thinking it was Ian, Marie opened it immediately and was surprised to find two very large Latino young men staring at her. "You must have the wrong room," she began. "Mrs. Sommers?" one asked. "Yes, but how do you........" They pushed through the door quickly and just as quickly covered Marie's mouth before she could get more than the slightest whimper out. As the man who initially pushed her into the room and covered her mouth was holding her tightly, she felt a sharp stab in her right arm and then a very cold feeling. She realized in her panic that she had just been drugged and the stab of pain had been a hypodermic needle. "But why? Why are these men doing this to me?" Very quickly, Marie realized that she was passing out. Her mind did not have time to process, to experience anything more than initial surprise. She did not even have time to feel afraid before everything went dark. The men lay the very attractive Marie on the bed in the room, and closed the door, looking to see if any attention had been drawn to their entry of Maries' room, but none had. "She is very pretty, she will bring much money", said one of the men as he prepared a needle and the other man applied a latex tourniquet to Marie's left arm. The veins popped, and the first man gave a sleeping Marie her first ever dose of heroin. They would give her smaller booster doses every six to seven hours. About three hours later, when darkness had set in, the two Latino men carried Marie to their car and brought her to a condo just outside Boston. This would be Marie's home for many weeks to come. They lay her on a bed and removed all of her clothing. The men felt their cocks swell as they gazed on the beautiful sleeping woman in front of them. No wonder the young stud wanted her the way he did, they thought. No one would touch her until their boss arrived and told them what was to be done with her. When she stirred, they knew what to do. Marie would receive additional injections of heroin over the next several days, and by the time her new hosts were done with her, she would literally do anything they wanted of her. ______________________ Minutes after Ian's tire had gone flat on his way from the campus to the little motel he and Marie used, a car pulled up behind his as he was preparing to change tires. Four men, two Latino and two black, and all looking to be in their twenties got out and approached Ian, one of them spoke. "Dude, tire troubles? Need some help?" Ian looked up, surprised. He smiled at the guy who had offered, "Yeah, it just went flat, but I think it's cool. I can change it. But, thanks, man." The men had moved in close to Ian who was squatting next to his rear tire. Then Ian felt the sharp prick through his thin shirt in his back. He started to twist, to see what they had done to him, and he felt an icy coldness spread from the area of the pain. The young men seemed to be just looking at Ian as he tried to stand, but found his knees wobbly. "What the f......?", he managed to get out but now felt totally woozy, like he was going to pass out. Two of the men caught Ian as he lost his balance and guided him to their SUV. He was still conscious, but really felt very woozy. He tried to speak, but the words would not come out. They loaded him into the back seat and then drove him off. When they arrived at the apartment building, just outside Ian's college town, Ian had passed out. Two of the men put their arms under his armpits and carried him into the spacious and beautifully decorated apartment which Ian would come to know well in the months ahead. They lay Ian onto a king size bed in the master bedroom, and slipped all of his clothing off of him, revealing his beautifully sculpted body. Ian looked perfectly at rest. The older white gentleman watching from the side of the room walked over to Ian and touched his face, then ran the palm of his hand over Ian's chest and abs, and finally took Ian's flaccid, but nevertheless substantial cock in his hand. He smiled to the others in the room and nodded to a tall and muscular black male, who appeared to be in his twenties. This man moved toward Ian and used a tourniquet on his left arm to enhance his veins. Then the man injected Ian with a strong dose of heroin. The older man, who seemed to be in his late fifties or early sixties looked at his Latino and Black helpers and said: "No one is to touch him. When he is ready, I will be the first to take him. I want to look into his eyes and see what's in him as he feels himself being deflowered by another man for the first time. You can start taking pictures anytime now. Sleep shots always are popular on the website. When you are done with shots of him and you, I want you to use our friend Sara in the next room to get a few straight shots of the two of them. I might be able to use a couple of straights. Just don't upload anything yet. This is going to be wonderful!" The man left the room, and the men turned up the lights and began shooting pictures of the naked youth, apparently asleep on the bed. The picture taking went on for hours, with the men placing Ian's sleeping body in a variety of positions on the bed. They themselves stripped naked and were photographed apparently asleep with their white lover or apparently making out with him. In one shot, it appeared that Ian was giving a blow job to one of the black men as the other black was about to fuck Ian as he lay on his back. As they reviewed the shots on their computer, they knew that their new model would bring in lots of money once he hit the web. And this would be just from still shots. Ian's action shots would bring in much, much more they knew. And, they knew that there would be plenty of action shots. Finished with their picture taking for the moment, the men carefully placed sturdy rubber restraints on Ian's arms and legs, ensuring that he would not be able to put up any kind of a fight, on the outside chance that his mind and body would cooperate in that kind of an effort when he eventually regained consciousness. To be continued....... Ian's Samples Forbidden Fruit, Ch. 04 Ian's nightmare begins....... Doug Sommers had been updated on the abductions of his wife Marie and her youthful lover by his contact man. While he had been stunned and shocked to learn of Marie and Ian's affair, it had not taken him long to decide how to punish both of them. For Marie, Doug wanted her to feel cheap and filthy, which is exactly what she was in his mind. He wanted her to think about what she had done to him and their kids, and he wanted her to experience the terror of knowing that she might never see her family again. The way he felt at that moment, he did not care if he ever saw her again. The official story Doug would share with his children was that their mother had become a heavy duty drug user who had disappeared with some of her drug suppliers. Doug would tell his kids that he had tried to get her to stop, and he thought she had. But during the last few months her behavior had gone downhill. He knew that his kids were wondering about her afternoon absences that sometimes wore into the evenings. In reality, she had been with Ian, but now this drug story would explain this behavior. Doug knew that Marie's abductors would probably hook her on heroin, and then they would use her themselves and after that make her work for them as long as she was of value. As for Ian, Doug wanted to have something taken from him, something very dear and valuable to him, just as Ian had taken Marie from him. Ian was a remarkably handsome young man with a face and body that would allow him to have any woman he wanted. It was his persona, it was who Ian was to everyone who knew him. Doug was sure that Ian's punishment would devastate him, and make him regret ever having Marie as a neighbor, never mind a lover. As Doug considered that it had cost him ten thousand dollars to arrange for the abductions, he also thought that it was money that was well spent, and the revenge it bought would bring him satisfaction every day. Carlos had emailed all of the pictures that had been taken of a drugged and completely naked Ian. For the unknowing observer of these pornographic shots, it appeared that Ian was posing with several other gay men in various acts of homosexual love making. The pictures sure looked real enough. The shot Doug liked the best was of a muscular Latino man with his cock shoved into Ian's mouth while a body builder black stud apparently was about to park his enormous black cock deep into Ian's cute white ass. The fact that Ian's eyes were closed simply made it look like Ian was enjoying the play immensely. It did not appear that he was asleep. These pictures were to be posted on a gay website, but they were also to be emailed to many of Ian's closet friends from high school and some at his new college. Doug knew the stories they would create about Ian's sexuality. He knew that no one would ever again quite believe that he was straight. He knew that Ian would not be able to enter any college locker room without guys making comments or wondering about whether Ian was checking them out. And Doug knew that this would truly destroy Ian's ego. Ian Samples Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02 Carlos had explained to Doug that while they would be taking pictures of Ian for most of the night, they would let him return to his dorm the next day. Carlos also said that sometimes kids like Ian actually ended up realizing that they could make some serious money in posing for pictures for these kinds of websites, and that they would try to "convince" Ian to do some action shots for free to see if he had what it takes. Doug suspected that Carlos would be very "persuasive", but did not know what that would mean. And frankly, Doug hoped that it would mean more personal pain and hurting for Ian. Carlos realized that Ian's pictures held the potential for huge profits for him via his gay website, not to mention what he could make on straight sites. However, Carlos preferred guys like Ian for his gay site because these sites always were significantly more profitable than were straight sites. What's more, Carlos was himself a gay man who very much wanted to take Ian's cherry, and he was smiling to himself because his money was on the fact that Ian would do just about anything to keep his friends from getting the pictures that Carlos had just emailed to Doug Sommers. Of course, Carlos knew that he would have Ian's cherry, one way or another. It was just a question of whether it would be blackmail or heroin addiction that would cause Ian to give it up willingly. Carlos really preferred blackmail, but he would let Ian make the choice. He didn't feel badly about not fulfilling his contract with Doug completely. He reasoned that Doug should realize that things don't always work out the way you want when you hire someone to do something that is totally illegal. Besides, he reasoned, Ian would now live a life of fear because of these pictures, and he was losing something very important to him, his virginity. So Doug was at least getting part of what he had paid for. As Ian regained consciousness, at first he was confused and disoriented. The drug that put him out left him groggy, and the heroin injections had provided his body with a wonderful feeling of warmth and almost euphoria. After Ian's initial dose of heroin in the late afternoon, his abductors administered a second and then a third dose six hours apart. It was now seven o'clock the next morning. Ian did not know it, but he had been photographed repeatedly over the previous fourteen hours, and hundreds of pictures of his handsome naked body had been taken in dozens of positions with mostly black and latino gay models who were just trying to make some quick money, using their chiseled bodies. They particularly loved having their pictures taken as they ravaged a sleeping straight guy who also happened to be a huge stud with and awesome cock. Sometime after midnight, when the effects of the sleeping potion that had been injected into Ian wore off and only the heroin was at work in his body, the gay models were actually able to stimulate Ian's cock to a full and throbbing erection as his body remained in a deep sleep. The pictures of Ian having his throbbing shaft, which was supposed to be parked in Marie's wet pussy that night, being sucked excitedly by his gay black photo partner were deeply incriminating. It clearly looked like Ian was a totally gay man who was thoroughly aroused by and enjoying the attention of his black lover. The next photo of his nine inch granite hard shaft sliding up the ass of the same delighted black stud as he straddled Ian and lowered his dark hole onto Ian's shaft, looked as though Ian was totally enjoying having his cock serviced by his black partner. These photos would be incredibly hard for Ian to explain away to anyone who saw them. The rubber restraints that had been place on Ian's wrists and ankles after the photo shoot, and the straps across his chest, waist and thighs further confused him as he awakened, but definitely did the job of preventing him from moving anywhere. "Good morning, Ian. You've had a long sleep, but now it's time to wake up and watch the picture show we have put together for you." Ian heard the voice of Carlos, but was not at all sure what was going on. He tried to move his limbs and body with no success. After about a half hour of awakening, Ian finally was alert enough to speak. "What's going on? Why can't I move, and where am I? " He asked, as his eyes focused on the room he was in, on Carlos, and two naked black guys talking off to the side. He had no idea why they were naked, but his mind was not yet clear enough to make any connection between their nakedness and his own. Ian's body felt warm and very comfortable. It was a pleasurable rush that he was feeling, and he was relaxed despite the fact that he had no clue as to what had happened or where he was. His mind was taking its first steps into the new reality of his life. Ian saw Carlos nod to the black guys, who then left the room. Carlos now came into focus very clearly to Ian and he saw a Latino man who looked to be in his fifties, maybe early sixties. He was wearing only a terry cloth robe. He was average height and build with salt and pepper hair. Carlos was a reasonably good looking man for his age, but Ian still had no clue as to who he was or what had happened. Then his mind cleared more. "Where's Marie? I was supposed to meet her and those guys stuck me with something." Now Ian's heart was starting to race as fear entered his mind. He tried to move his body frantically, but to no avail. His naked body kept writhing on the bed. "Ian, I will answer all of your questions. Just be calm. Marie is fine. She's not here, but believe me, she's fine. She's the reason you're here right now, and you have some serious listening to do. So I suggest you stop trying to break free and listen to what I have to say, and then watch the pictures we have to show you. You're going to have to make a very important decision or two in the next hour. So, I suggest you trust me when I tell you that the choices I am about to present to you will have a huge impact on your life and health." Carlos had told the truth to Ian about the decisions he would have to make, but he lied about Marie. "Sometimes when you fool with a married man's wife, unpleasant things happen, Ian." As Carlos began his story, Ian's heart sank because where he was and why he was there all became clear. Even though the heroin was keeping Ian's mood elevated, he felt fear creeping in as he realized that he and Marie had been found out, and that Doug was behind what had happened to him. "Now that you know exactly why and how you ended up here Ian, I want you to know that what we do here depends on you. First, if you fight us in this I can assure you that you will lose. We have already administered three doses of heroin in your veins, and that's why you feel the very pleasant rush you are presently experiencing. Believe me when I tell you, if you fight us on what we want from you, you will be completely addicted to heroin within the next week. We will make certain of it. And then, believe me again, you will beg me to do whatever I want to do to you, if only I would supply you with more heroin. Not a nice way to end up, Ian. You future will be awful, really awful. What's more Ian, the pictures of you that I am about to show you will be sent to the email addresses that are currently on the screen on the wall in front of you. They are email addresses of your high school and college friends, as well as of your parents. How you explain these pictures to all of these people will be up to you, but I don't think you will ever want us to send these pictures. Doug Sommers expects me to send these pictures, but I am giving you one chance right now to avoid that nightmare. The downside of this for you is not nearly as bad. You simply have to agree to do more of the same photo shoots willingly. Keep in mind that your friends will probably never see any pictures of you on the web, and if they do, they probably won't recognize you. There are simply millions of sites out there and the chances of anyone recognizing you are remote. Don't misunderstand me Ian, you won't like what I am going to ask you to do, but it is your only way out of this nightmare that you have created for yourself." Ian had tears in his eyes as he thought of Marie, what they had done together, how he had loved her, and how things were now totally fucked up for him and for her. He worried about her, and he worried about what the pictures he was about to see were. The fact that he was strapped to a bed totally naked now started to make sense to him. Carlos then began the slide show. "Ian, the pictures you are about to see are all of you and our models who were here tonight. They loved working with you, by the way. They rarely get a chance to work with a straight stud who is as handsomely endowed as you are, and who happens to be gorgeous as well. I am sure Marie felt the same way. But, I don't think you two will be meeting again, so it's time to move on. You will be shocked by what you see, because these pictures really look like you are enjoying yourself with these guys. Your friends and parents will not believe that you could sleep through all these shots. And, the most incriminating shots are those where the boys managed to get your cock to stand up for them. It was a beautiful sight Ian. But do you really think anyone would believe a guy could have a hard on, get sucked off, and fuck a guy while staying asleep? No one will ever believe you if you tell them you were drugged. Trust me, Ian.." With that said, Carlos started the slide show. Ian focused his eyes on the wall mounted plasma TV. Horror and rage blended together in Ian's mind as he watched picture after picture of his naked body in various positions on the bed. At first he was by himself, pictures of his face, his torso, full body shots, shots of his flaccid cock, shots of his erect cock, shots of his ass. And then came the posed shots of Ian and the gay black and Latino models. Carlos was absolutely right. The pictures were taken in such a way that it looked like Ian was actually making out with these guys. He felt his stomach lurch when he watched multiple shots of their stiff black cocks buried in his mouth. He said nothing, but terror swept over his body. His brain pounded. He could never explain, he could never make people believe these pictures were staged, fake. He was enraged that Doug Sommers had arranged for him to be violated in this way. And then, tears streamed from his eyes as he saw a new series of shots that made it look as though he was being fucked doggie style by the handsome gay Latino. And Ian wondered if the guy had actually pushed his cock into his ass, raping him. Ian suddenly struggled violently with his restraints, screaming: "Stop it! Stop it you bastard! I don't want to see any more, stop them!" Ian struggled until he exhausted himself, and then he lay naked on the bed, sweating and sobbing hysterically. "I swear to you, you little bastard, I will kill you and I will kill those gay bastards who raped me. And most of all I will kill that bastard Doug Sommers for doing this. He had no right! He had no right to do this to me. What did he do to Marie? I will get that bastard! Carlos stood by the bed, knowing that the restraints would hold Ian in place. He silently took in the beautiful muscles of Ian's body working to break him free, and Carlos loved how Ian's hard work at the gym had crafted such a beautiful form for him to observe in front of him now. Carlos also felt his own lust for Ian's body surge, imagining what it would be like finally to make love to a broken Ian, to make love to his beautiful body and finally to fuck him, and to take his virginity from him, and then to have him whenever he wanted.. Carlos could wait. Ian would come around. And Carlos was pretty sure that the final group of pictures he was about to show Ian would break Marie's boy toy, once and for all. "Ian, before you let yourself get carried away with your anger, I want to remind you that you really did this to yourself. It was you who decided to fuck your neighbor's wife. And, you have played a very real role in ruining that marriage, and that family's life. Your selfish actions have hurt a lot of people, and if you choose not to do as I ask, you will hurt more people. I want you to look at just a few more pictures of yourself. And then you tell me if you want me to send these to your family. You tell me if you want your mother and father to see these final pictures. You tell me if you want your friends to see them. Something tells me that as selfish as you are, even you won't want to hurt these people just to save yourself a little discomfort. Carlos clicked the remote and selected a final set of pictures. Ian's eyes widened in surprise and horror as he saw photos of himself and Marie. The two lovers were naked in the hotel room that they had rented so many times. The pictures were of the two of them having sex together during one of their meetings. They were very clear, there was no mistaking that it was Marie and he. In one shot he was simply lying naked atop his beautiful and naked lover kissing her. In another, he was kneeling bedside eating Marie's pussy as she lay on the edge of the bed. In still another, Ian was fucking Marie doggy style as his hands held her beautiful breasts. Ian's head was pounding. Somehow, they had been tricked, someone had managed to set up hidden cameras and record them having sex. These pictures would kill his parents, he knew. He could never let them see them. His mother would be totally broken by them, and Ian could not bear the thought of doing that to her. His father would be so disappointed, Ian knew. He could just imagine that his father would not say much, but their relationship would never be the same again. Carlos clicked the remote one more time as tears were welling up in Ian's eyes. The still photos stopped and a video of Ian and Marie began on the screen. He watched and listened in horror as he heard himself telling Marie how much he loved fucking her as he was pushing his stiff cock into her sopping vagina. He heard Marie moan, and watched as she hugged him tightly as he pistoned in and out of her cunt. "Stop, please! Please, I can't watch any more of this! I will do whatever your want. My parents would die if they saw these pictures. Please don't send them, please. I will do whatever you ask me to. Just please don't send these. I can't do that to them or to Marie's kids. I just can't. Carlos stopped the video. He felt his cock swell as he looked at Ian sobbing quietly on the bed. "Alright, Ian. I won't send these, I promise. You can trust me on that. And, now I am going to undo your restraints, and I know you're going to do exactly as I want you to without any trouble at all. I know that you probably already know what I want from you, and I hope Ian that over time you will come to enjoy what we are about to do." Carlos undid Ian's restraints, and Ian just lay on the bed quietly. Carlos looked at Ian's beautiful body and felt a surge of lust as his cock began to throb with anticipation. He removed his terry cloth robe and mounted the bed naked, his cock now fully erect. Ian watched as the dark complexioned Carlos straddled his torso and his stiff and dark cock was pointing very close to his mouth. "Ian, first I want you to suck me. I want you to use both hands to hold my cock, and I want you to suck it and make love to it." Carlos looked a broken Ian directly in his beautiful blue eyes and knew that Ian was now his. Ian, with tears still in his eyes, took Carlos's thick seven inch cock in his hands and looked one final time at Carlos before opening his mouth and willingly taking a man's cock for the first time ever into his mouth. For Ian, the cock was warm, stiff as granite, but had no real taste. For Carlos, the sight of his dark Latino cock in his new lover's mouth was nothing short of awesome. He felt Ian's mouth sliding back and forth mechanically. Carlos would have to instruct Ian on how to suck with passion, but that would come later. After several minutes of face fucking Ian, Carlos pulled out, and Ian's stomach felt sick at what he knew was going to happen next. He lay motionless as Carlos bent down and kissed him on his forehead, and then his cheek. Then, Carlos lay his dark and naked body atop of him and Ian felt the older Latino man's somewhat soft body lying heavy on top of him. It was such a strange, almost alien feeling for Ian. Carlos' throbbing cock was pulsing hard against Ian's soft penis. All the while, an excited Carlos was kissing Ian's face, his neck, his shoulders as Ian lay motionless, feeling sick at the thought of what was about to happen and knowing that somewhere a camera was probably recording the scene. Ian jumped a little when he felt Carlos nibble his nipple and lick it. Slowly, Ian felt Carlos move his mouth down his torso, ending his journey at Ian's flaccid cock. All the while, Ian could feel Carlos's hands touching his body every where, squeezing and caressing. He did not watch but he felt Carlos take his soft penis into his mouth and suck it. He was sucking it hard, and massaging it with both hands, but Ian's cock stayed limp despite Carlos' best efforts. "Don't worry, Ian. I understand. But one day, I know your cock will respond eagerly to my mouth, I just know it. Then it was time. Ian felt almost as if he were in a trance as he watched Carlos reach over to the night stand and take a condom package, open it, and slide the latex glove over his thick and throbbing dark cock. Carlos' cock was not nearly as long or thick as Ian's, but Ian realized that it was still very thick and it looked very, very hard. He cringed at the thought of it pushing into his ass, of being fucked by it. Then he watched as Carlos opened the nightstand drawer and remove a small plastic bottle of lubricant. Ian felt sick to his stomach, knowing that in just a matter of minutes Carlos would be pleasuring himself by pounding his hard dark shaft in and out of Ian's ass. Ian's mind raced, and he realized that he wanted to kill Doug Sommers for this, but he knew he was powerless. Carlos smiled at Ian and said nothing. He lifted Ian's legs by the ankles, holding them up with one hand while he used the other to flip open the plastic top on the bottle of lubricant and then to squeeze the clear fluid onto Ian's anus. Ian jumped just a bit when he felt Carlos poke his finger into his hole and swirl around some of the lubricant. "We can't have too much of that on the first time, but you'll get used to it." , Carlos said to Ian matter of factly. Carlos looked down at his handsome conquest. Ian's face was cute; it was handsome. Carlos loved it with his thick dark hair framing his beautifully formed head. But the rest of Ian's body was also perfect. His thick athletic neck, his broad and muscled shoulders, his beautifully sculpted pecs that were flanked by his thick biceps, and his magnificent abs all made Ian just the perfect young man. And fucking Ian would therefore be perfect for Carlos. Now Ian was ready. Carlos tossed the lubricant bottle on the bed, and he used both hands to hold up Ian's legs as he positioned his throbbing dark shaft hard against Ian's puckered anal opening that was wet with lube. Ian's long and flaccid cock was hanging over his balls and touching Carlos's hard shaft. Carlos felt a thrill at that. And then, he looked directly into Ian's eyes. Ian was staring at Carlos, and he was thinking that getting fucked by Carlos was definitely better than having his parents see those pictures of Marie and him naked and having sex. So he was resigned to do what he had to do. He knew that Carlos basically owned him right now, and he felt filthy and cheap. His eyes were glassy, like he was almost ready to cry. But Ian was determined not to, he would be fucked, but show no emotion. Then, as he watched Carlos' eyes staring into his own, he felt the dark man's cock pushing against his lubed hole, and he was afraid of what it would feel like and of what the future held for him. Ian Samples Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02 The pressure there was foreign to him and as it increased, it began to hurt. The discomfort increased even more as Carlos forced his hard shaft into Ian's virgin hole. In fact, as Ian felt Carlos' thick, dark manhood pushing into him, pushing through the tight anal sphincter muscles, the pain became almost excruciating. But Ian clenched his teeth hard at the pain. Carlos could see the pain in Ian's face and held his cock still. "Are you okay, Ian?" Carlos asked. Ian simply nodded as he stared at the man who was in the process of taking his male cherry. "Once I am through the anal sphincter, it won't hurt as much." And then with a sudden push, Carlos's cock had slide all the way through Ian's sphincter and beyond. Ian gasped audibly and took in a deep breath at the moment of his deflowering. Carlos' shaft felt huge to Ian, and it felt so hard in him. He felt a mixture of hatred and gratitude toward Carlos. He hated that this man was violating him to the very core of his being, and yet he was thankful that Carlos would not send the pictures he had to everyone Ian knew. In only moments, Carlos' dark club had invaded Ian's most private of all places and had pushed fully seven inches up his ass. Carlos maneuvered his cock so that it pushed against Ian's prostate, and an odd feeling overcame Ian. The feeling of Carlos' shaft pressed against his prostate stimulated Ian's cock in a way he had never before experienced. He felt himself becoming aroused, almost against his will. But he couldn't deny that the pleasure that he was feeling as a result of the dark Latino cock rammed up his ass. Carlos noted the fact that Ian's beautiful cock was responding to his own hitting the prostate of his young lover. Reaching down to the lube, Carlos flipped it open and gave a generous squirt into his palm. Then, he closed the bottle and dropped it on the bed once again. With his cock still pressed against Ian's prostate, Carlos began to move it just slightly back and forth so as to stimulate the prostate even more. Ian was amazed at how good that movement felt and he noticed his cock was starting to swell and become erect. Carlos looked at Ian and smiled. "Surprised that it feels good, aren't you? He asked. Then he took Ian's swelling shaft and massaged it with the lube in his hand. This added stimulation blended nicely with the pressure Carlos was putting on his prostate. And, Ian found that he had a full blown hard on at the hands of the man who had just taken his virginity from him. Ian's cock was fully nine thick inches and Carlos loved running his hands up and down the beautiful shaft, watching the thick mushroom grow and grow with each upward movement he made with his hand. As he was jerking Ian, Carlos began pulling his shaft almost all the way out of his white lover, loving the contrast of his dark Latino cock and Ian's lily white ass. When he was just about out of his ass, Carlos would thrust in again, being certain to push his cock upward in the direction of Ian's prostate. For his part, Ian felt the initial pain of Carlos' entry into his ass subside, yet the granite hard shaft felt strangely uncomfortable in him. But Ian also felt intense pleasure each time the dark and throbbing invader hit his prostate. Ian felt as though he was heading toward cumming involuntarily as Carlos fucked him and stroked his now rock hard penis. Ian's ass was incredibly tight for Carlos, and the pleasure he was experiencing as he fucked this handsome young stud was amazing. Carlos was now pounding in and out of Ian with remarkable speed. All the while, he was jerking Ian's hard shaft with its huge pink mushroom as he watched waves of pleasure wash across his lover's face. It was clear that Ian was headed toward a huge orgasm at Carlos' hands. This made Carlos all the harder and more enthusiastic as he fucked his new lover. "Looks like you're liking your first fuck, my friend." Carlos said with a smile and without missing a stroke as he pumped in and pulled out of Ian whose hands were clenching the sheet tightly, and whose eyes were now tightly closed as the look on his face was that of a young man about to have a huge orgasm that he really did not want to have with a guy, but over which he realized he had no control. Then it happened. As Carlos felt his own cock swelling with its climax, Ian's cock shot his love juices ten to twelve inches in the air, hitting Carlos' chin, then his chest. Ian could not help gasping aloud and moaning with pleasure as he came. Carlos was so excited that he had done this to Ian that he let his own orgasm go, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body. When he felt the last of his spunk shoot into his condom buried in Ian's love chute, Carlos pulled his incredibly hard shaft out of his lover and removed the condom, holding it between him and Ian. "This is yours Ian, you brought this out of me, now I want you to drink it. I know that I am the first guy you have ever had sex with, and I want you to taste and swallow my cum. Without waiting for a reaction from a still excited Ian, he handed his young lover the condom. Ian looked at it for a moment, and closed his eyes, lifted up the condom and drank its contents. He fought off the urge to puke it up on the dark pervert straddling his naked body, but he knew he had better not do anything to irritate Carlos. Ian's cock was still hard, as was Carlos'. Carlos now lay atop Ian once again, and this time kissed him full on the lips. His tongue parted Ian's lips, and he kissed the boy passionately. Ian's mind was racing. He was totally confused. Did what just happened when he got fucked mean that he was gay? Did it mean that guys could excite him, that he could actually get off having sex with men? It had just happened, hadn't it? He had just been fucked, and got aroused and then had a huge orgasm, and he was still hard. He had no idea about what was happening to him. Carlos now lay next to Ian and cuddled with him. Ian reluctantly put his arms around his gay lover, not wanting to offend him and have him change his mind about sending the pictures. "How was that for you, Ian? It seemed like you had a huge orgasm, which made me feel good about it. In fact, I am still wearing some of your jizz on my chest. It was awesome for me when you shot. I know it hurt a lot at first, but it had to feel good as I began to fuck you, otherwise you would not have cum the way you did." Ian looked at Carlos and hated him. He hated him because of what had just happened. He hated him because of the pictures. He hated him because he knew he was now Carlos' bitch whenever he wanted him to be because of the pictures. But most of all, he hated this aging Latino because somehow he had fucked him, aroused him, and finally caused him to have a huge orgasm. And it sounded like this did not always happen with other men, so what did this mean about Ian? "I'm not sure how it was. I know I came, and that felt okay. But, the fucking part hurt a lot, and I had no choice, and I still don't. So, I don't really know what to say. Except, I just want to make sure you won't send those pictures, right? "Ian, I gave you my word. I won't send them. And I know that Doug Sommers won't either, not to your parents anyway. He does not want to hurt them. And, he thinks I sent your pics with the boys from last night to your friends. He won't know if I did or did not. So, as long as you help me out like you just did, you don't have to worry about the pics. Now, kiss me like you are kissing some girl you've wanted for months and finally have. Inwardly disgusted, Ian moved toward Carlos, closed his eyes and did a remarkably good job of faking a passionate kiss. Carlos loved it and while Ian was kissing him, he squeezed Ian's now softened cock, and was surprised to feel it start to swell as they kissed. For Carlos, this was a good sign, a very good sign. Before giving his new bitch a ride back to his dorm, Carlos played with Ian's body for another hour or so, sucking him, fucking him, and kissing him over every inch of his chiseled body. "Ian, don't forget to go to the gym every day. I want you to stay just the way your are. I'll call you in a couple of days to see how you're doing." And with that said, Carlos dropped Ian near his dorm and watched his lover walk toward the building. Carlos hoped his relationship with Ian would be a long and profitable one. To be continued.......... Ian's Samples Forbidden Fruit, Ch. 05 Marie's Life Changes Forever.............. Jamaal was thrilled with his latest acquisition. He had never bought a woman as attractive as Marie. And, as he viewed her naked body with her beautiful face and perfectly formed breasts, tiny waist, and beautifully shaped ass, he felt his member swelling. He knew that she was in her early forties, but to look at her sleeping naked in front of him, she could easily have passed for someone in her mid twenties he thought. Her youthful appearance along with her natural beauty would make her a tremendous money maker for Jamaal. In fact, he thought he might even be able to sell her to a wealthy foreigner as a sex slave. So, Jamaal knew that he would have to make sure that she was well cared for, ate well, made to exercise. He knew how to do it. Once Marie had awakened after her first night in her new home, Jamaal explained to a drug dazed woman, who pulled up sheets to hide her nakedness, the facts of life as they now existed for her. He let her know that if she did not cooperate with him, he would make her a raging heroin addict, something that he had already started to prepare her for if she failed to obey him. He told her that she would have to do everything he asked of her, and said that if she did, she would be treated well. He said that if she did not, he would make her wish she had. As Jamaal spoke to Marie, he let her know that the warm and comfy feeling she was experiencing was the result of her injections during the night, and that she would experience a mild withdrawal soon if she did not have another dose of heroin administered. He also recounted for her exactly how her husband had found out about her affair with her boy toy next door, and how no matter what she did, it would look as though she had drug addiction issues, and no one would believe her over her husband. Marie's head was spinning, and terror gripped her stomach. She could not eat, and she desperately wanted to go home to her family. But, the sickening knot in her stomach told her that when her husband had found out about the affair, all of her previous life had ended, and was gone forever. Later, after he had left, Jamaal had sent Jesse, one of his women, in to help Marie with her transition. She brought Marie clothing, and food. She told Marie of how she herself had been picked from the streets by Jamaal's men, and how she had been turned into a heavy user of heroin and cocaine. She urged Marie to do whatever Jamaal told her from the very beginning, or she would never be able to break the heroin addiction that he would visit on her. Jesse explained to Marie that if she did not cooperate, they would inject her with heroin around the clock for eight to ten days, and that that would be all it would take to hopelessly addict her, making her beg Jamaal for more of the drug. Then she would see that she would do awful things for her new master, just to get her injection. Her story terrified Marie, because Marie could see that what this woman was saying was true. Jesse was heavily made up, and she was wearing clothing that made her look like a prostitute, which Marie realized was what she was. "Marie, you are very pretty. Jamaal will want to use you today, I can tell because I saw how he looked at you. First, he will want you for himself. And you will have to really pretend that you love having sex with him. Trust me, Marie. You must do it for your own good. After he has used you for a day or two, made you his own, he will schedule you to be used by his best customers. You must make them feel the same way, like you love having sex with them. I think you will like Jamaal. He is strong and good looking. And, he knows how to satisfy a woman. Even though you may hate him for what he has done to you, you will come to love sex with him, because he is so good at it. And Marie, I can tell by the way he looked at you as you slept, he will make certain that by the time he leaves your bed, you will not want him to go." Jesse went on, "But Marie, don't even think of resisting him. It will infuriate him and he will rage at you, and hurt you. And the other men he schedules you with, most will be gross, all will have money. Treat them well, for your own good. Now, I will get you something to eat, please eat, you will need your strength. I think he wants to take you for himself tonight." Marie's mind was reeling. Although the after effects of the heroin were still working to calm her, she felt definite twinges of terror, of anxiety over what had happened. And, she knew that she was powerless to resist at this point. She would keep her guard up, not let anyone know what she was thinking, but would always be looking for a way to escape her new "life". Jesse brought Marie coffee and bagels and muffins. She drank two cups of coffee and ate some of the food. Then she was shown where she could shower and she freshened up, dressing in the new clothes that Jesse had brought in for her. She was wearing an off white sweater with no bra underneath and a very short navy blue skirt, which she thought was more appropriate for a girl in college who wanted to get the attention of the guys. For shoes, Jesse had brought her two and a half inch spiked heel leather shoes. Marie did up her hair the way she always did with it falling just at her shoulders. She applied make up, and waited, hoped that somehow someone would tell her that this was a huge practical joke visited upon her, and she could go home. A little after noon, Jamaal came into Marie's room, and she was now starting to feel what the difference of not having the heroin meant to her. She could feel that she was just a little jittery, much more anxious and nervous, on the verge of tears. She was at once deeply depressed, and deeply terrified. Marie realized now that Jamaal was a big man. He was easily six foot three, and he probably weighed a trim one hundred ninety pounds of hard muscle. He looked as though he spent all of his time at the gym. Jamaal's skin was medium brown and his facial features were very pleasant to look at. Marie knew that his good looks had probably always made it easy for him to attract women, even very good looking women from any race. But what made Jamaal so physically attractive Marie decided was the fact that there did not appear to be an ounce of fat on his frame. Rather, his body was ripped with beautiful brown muscle. He was wearing a white athletic shire that showcased his upper body beautifully. It hung loosely over tight denim jeans that held in what appeared to be a firm ass and clung around what had to be a massive package in the front. Jamaal's teeth were perfectly white and straight. Marie thought he could have been a model. And yet, she knew he was evil. She knew that what he did as a pimp, as one who trafficked human beings made him the lowest form of criminal. And then a wave of sadness washed over her, because she knew that what she had done to her husband was among the worst things a wife could do to a husband. And she felt that she was little better than Jamaal. Marie was seated in a chair by the window, as she watched Jamaal enter her room, she knew what he was there for. He was earlier that Jesse had suggested. But Marie knew that this handsome and evil black man in front of her would soon be pleasuring himself at the expense of her body. "How's it goin, Marie? Feeling okay? Jesse told me she got you to eat a little. She said she explained a little about the way things work around here." Then, he smiled at Marie. She was so taken by how handsome a man he was that she almost found herself forgetting about what he did to people, how he used them. Reaching out his hand and placing his forefinger under Marie's chin, he lifted her head up slightly so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "Marie, I know you think that you won't like what's about to happen. Believe me, my pretty little white wife gone astray, when we are done here this afternoon, you will wonder what you ever saw in your little college boy toy. In fact, Marie, I think you will want an encore or two once I teach you some things that most white women never get to learn." Jamaal kept smiling as he spoke, and stared into Marie's beautiful blue eyes. He squatted down in front of where she was sitting, and she felt a shiver go through her body. It was a strange shiver for her because for a moment, she realized again how handsome he was, and she almost felt herself wanting him. But, she knew that was awful. For her part, Marie was terrified. She was afraid what would happen to her if Jamaal got angry. She didn't want any of the awful things Jesse had described to happen, and yet she felt so absolutely cheap, so used, knowing what was about to be her life in the short term. "I see that the clothes I bought you fit perfectly. Your breasts fill out that sweater nicely, and the skirt is just what I wanted it to be. It almost shows your ass cheeks, but not quite. And Marie, do you have any idea how beautiful your legs are. Those spike heels make your calf muscles work nicely. I'm sure that you'll be getting a lot of nice things if all goes well over the next few weeks." Jamaal noticed how quiet, almost terrified Marie was. He knew that Jesse had probably painted a horrible picture of her new life for her including the threat of drug addition. And while Jamaal had used that route once or twice over the years, usually he did not have to. "I suppose Jesse told you that if you did not cooperate with us, that we would hook you on heroin." Jamaal said matter of factly to Marie, and she nodded in agreement that Jesse had indeed said that. "Well, actually Marie we won't have to do that to you. You see, I have these pictures that I want you to look at. You might call them my insurance policy on you. You see, if you don't behave yourself, I will email these to friends and family, specifically your son and daughter, and something tells me that you would never want me to do that. So, take a look, I just printed them from my computer." He pulled an envelope from the back of his jeans and handed it to Marie. As Marie looked through the photos, tears filled her eyes, and she began sobbing. Jamaal had the same pictures that Doug Sommers' PI had given to Carlos. They showed Marie and Ian in all positions of love making, something no mother would ever want her kids to see. Marie knew then that she had done this to herself. She knew she would do whatever Jamaal wanted of her. She put the pictures on the lamp table next to her and held her head in her hands and sobbed. Marie felt Jamaal's large hand stroking her head and then her back. "Marie, I didn't show those to you to upset you, I just wanted you to know that while I will treat you really well, we just need some assurance that you will also do what we need you to do." "Come here, let me help you feel better. I meant what I said before; after this afternoon, you will feel much better about things." Jamaal slid his hands into Marie's armpits and lifted her to her feet. Almost naturally she lay her sobbing head on his chest, feeling immediately the hard pec muscles that showed so nicely under his athletic shirt. Jamaal wrapped his arms around Marie, and as she continued to sob, she encircled his tightly defined torso with her own arms. As Jamaal held Marie in his arms, she could feel his strength. He stroked her head, her back and tried to make her feel better. Then, he used his forefinger again to raise her chin so she was looking up at his face. He lowered his face to hers, took in her natural beauty for several moments, then kissed her softly with his beautifully shaped, smooth, brown lips. At first, Marie did not respond to Jamaal, but he kept kissing her, holding her tightly, while probing her mouth with his tongue. It took more than a minute, but finally Marie felt excitement stirring in her loins because of what this incredibly hot black man was doing to her.