chloro fantasy - chapter one

[curiosity]

I rolled my floppy neighbour off me, face down in the duvet, then crawled over to reach under the far-side of the bed. I retrieved a plastic, wheeled crate. This was my stash of lycra sports gear. Time to dress my toy boy.

I emptied the garments into a pile at the corner of the duvet and dragged Barry to the centre of the bed. I flicked through the swimsuits and running gear I’d accumulated over the years of attempting to maintain my own fitness. They’d never been on such a fine specimen of man before.

I started with navy blue speedos, lifting and feeding Barry’s ankles through the leg holes, taking hold of the waistband and shimmying them up past Barry’s knees, and stretched them over Barry’s meaty thighs. I grabbed Barry’s hips and rolled him onto my knees to draw the silky fabric across his taut buttocks. Finally, I spun him onto his back once more and scooped his cock and balls into the microscopic front before securing the waistband cord. The swimsuit was under a lot of pressure, I have to say. The top of Barry’s ass crack rose from the seat of the speedo, while his family jewels made the front bulge with delicious, glossy stretch marks.

I pressed Barry’s knees to his chest and planted my face into the mound of warm lycra that were his trapped nuts. Barry’s gonads slipped about inside their silky casing as I nuzzled them. I moved my face higher up Barry groin to spread my mouth across the girth of his semi-hard cock. Barry was always aroused, it seems. I rolled Barry onto his face and nuzzled his butt a while. A little of my cum from earlier had begun leaking from his anus. I took my right hand and reached in under one leg of the speedo to locate Barry’s bum hole, then drove my index finger home, up inside Barry to catch some of his anal mucus and my jizz. I pulled out my stinking finger and spread the gunk on my erect cock. I held Barry’s thighs together and dry-humped him along his speedo-clad perineum. As I reached the point of no return, I untied the cord to Barry’s speedo and peeled the swimsuit off his ass, spread his buttocks with both hands and forced my over-excited cock into the slumbering hunk’s defenceless ass. The sphincter snapped around my cock as I gave my dick a few last pumps up into Barry’s hot arse. I felt a shuddering climax sweep over me and filled Barry’s shit chute again with my cum.

 

[deaddirty]

Oh yes! well hot!

 

[curiosity]

I pulled Barry to the edge of the bed, letting his legs hang down over the side and tugged the speedos up over his arse once more, to catch the dribble of cum leaking from his rectum. I needed to sort this out.

Leaving Barry slumped like that, I fetched the wheeled computer chair from the front room. Positioning it behind him, I hauled Barry backwards onto the seat, then dragged him – legs trailing lifelessly under him – to the bathroom once more.

I tipped Barry unceremoniously into the empty bath. He landed on his left side, his neck bent into the curve of the bath wall, facing away from me, his arse facing towards me. I fixed the douche attachment to the shower hose again, adjusted the water temperature and set to raping his arse repeatedly with the stainless steel tube. In it went, sending its volume of water shooting up inside Barry, then pulled it back out, so the warm water sprayed out releasing shit and cum in equal measure. In and out, in and out.

Once the water ran clear from Barry’s arse, I showered the bath to clean it around Barry, then put in the plug and filled the bath with fresh water and bubbles. I rolled Barry onto his back and slid in behind him. Barry’s head rested backwards on my left shoulder and swung inwards to send his warm, easy breath into my ear. I parted my legs so Barry’s soapy frame would settle between. My excited cock bounced and pressed into Barry’s back, as I ran my hands along his slippery thighs, cupped his sagging balls and semi-hard dick, rose to cup his pecs and tease the ever-erect nipples. I licked Barry’s neck and slid my left hand between his legs, under the ball sac to plunge eager fingers up inside him again. Barry’s dick sprung up in response to my fingers, so I stroked the shaft with my right fist ‘til he shot a wad of cum onto his lathered chest.

I rinsed the cum off Barry’s tits, then pulled the plug out of the bath with my right big toe. I lay with Barry on top of me for a few minutes while the rest of the water escaped down the plughole. Without the water around us, Barry felt immediately heavier. I managed to sit him up, with me still behind him, then bent him almost double over his own knees to clamber out of the bath and dry myself.

I chucked two bath sheets onto the floor of the bathroom, then lugged Barry out of the bath and onto them. He landed in a heap of unco-ordinated arms and legs. I threw another towel on top of this pile of masculine chaos and rubbed him vigorously dry, before using the bath sheets to drag my clean neighbour to the spare room next door.

 

[curiosity]

I went to my bedroom and rummaged in the sports gear box for the grey NIKE PRO seamless compression top. I returned to Barry laid out on the towels and popped the tight fitting garment over his head, fed my hand up inside its sleeves to take Barry’s wrists and draw his arms through, then rolled and pulled his torso about to get the top down over his tits and flat stomach. I sat back on my heels to look at the result – the top fitted Barry like a second skin. He looked like a superhero. The fabric ended where Barry’s pubes bushed out above his cock and clung to the curve of his hip broadening to his ass.

The variable bench stood against the radiator, so I pulled it away from the wall. Next I knelt in front of Barry, sat him up, allowing him to slump limply against my chest, my heartbeat quickening at the touch of his warm, lycra-clad torso. I grabbed handfuls of his arse cheeks and pulled him up to rest straddling my knees, then struggled to stand long enough to shuffle him around and launch Barry face down over the apex of the variable bench. Barry rested face down/arse upwards, bent over the A-frame of the bench. I ran my fingers up the backs of his thighs to Barry’s bubble butt spread open by his body weight and the position the bench held him in. In the midst of the glossy crack between his buttocks, Barry's puckered arse hole was red from all the attention it had already received from me.

I visited the bedroom for a ball gag, a pair of fleece-lined handcuffs and similar thigh cuffs. Back in the spare room I popped the ball gag into Barry’s slack mouth and fastened it tightly at the back of his head. I secured Barry’s wrists with the handcuffs to the metal frame of the bench, either side of the bench’s padded seat. Barry was face down on the back rest of the bench, his hands cuffed at the lowest point, nearest the carpeted floor. His upended body rose from that position to the summit of the bench, where I’d normally have my knees bent, performing sit-ups or decline benchpresses. Barry’s arse was prone at this point. I reached under him to grab his hips and pulled Barry back into a better position, his groin making contact with the padded knee bar, creating tension through his upper body to his tethered arms and limiting his ability to move, when he eventually awakes. Barry's height meant that his knees almost rested on the floor, so I strapped his thighs either side of the bench frame with the thigh cuffs.

I remained in the room, gazing at my beautiful bound neighbour for about twenty minutes, reached out and touched his unconscious body, explored the curves and hollows of his magnificent frame with my fingertips and tongue. I reached under Barry, between his legs and scooped out his cock and perfectly smooth bollocks, so they hung off the bench’s padded frame and were entirely accessible to me.

Eventually Barry began to stir. His limbs fidgeted softly, his head moved gently and registered the ballgag, he choked a moan, he attempted to arch his back and flex his arms, bracing against his bondage, to no avail. Barry tried to pull his knees together and discovered the resistance of the thigh cuffs too great. He tried to speak, but his words were immediatedly halted by the sensation of his butt cheeks being spread wider and his anus being rimmed and entered by my tongue…

 

[curiosity]

My captive let out a groan that was a mix of angry denial that this was happening and reluctant arousal. His hips shifted to avoid the sensation emanating from his anus. Barry’s cock started to swell between his parted thighs. I palmed the fattening member with my right hand and buried my face between Barry’s cheeks to munch his manhole some more.

I stood up and looked down upon Barry, his round arse and the sweep of his muscular back to the sweaty head of hair turned to one side. I could see the left profile of his face, his long-lashed eyelid flutter with the ripples of orgasm overriding his fear of the situation he was in. I continued to stroke the shaft of Barry’s cock and raised the thumb of the same hand to his quivering, puckered hole. With every stroke of my fist, I ran my thumb over the delicate tissue of Barry’s anus. I ran my right hand up Barry’s back, feeling the spinal column under the lycra top, then passed my palm down Barry’s side narrowing to the waist and curving out to the rise of his arse. I gave Barry’s arse a rigorous slap, causing Barry to let out a smothered cry. I immediately forced my circling thumb into Barry’s tight rectum, past his ill-prepared schincter. Barry arched his body and cried out with greater vehemence into his ball gag. I spun my thumb slowly inside Barry’s arse until I managed to locate a smooth, bulbous presence in its wall. I proceeded to massage Barry’s prostate, taking over the stroking of his cock with my right fist.

Barry was moaning more often now, and not with fear, but heightened sexual arousal. Against any heterosexual inclination he normally possessed, his ass and his dick were overwhelming his senses with erotic pleasure and he was powerless to resist. This was for now, even better than having Barry unconscious. He was entirely under my control, wide awake and subservient through a base sexual urge.

 

[madriver]

Barry's having fun but what's next?

 

[limmy]

nice story

 

[curiosity]

I released Barry’s dick from my grip and pulled my thumb out of his ass. The tension in Barry’s body disappeared as the effects of arousal wore off. I left the spare room to get some toys from my bedroom and returned with an 8” grey rubber vibrator, a tube of lubricant and a bottle of pills.

I smacked Barry in the face with the vibrator, making him yelp surprise through his ballgag, then after checking its batteries, I rolled a condom down the length of the smooth grey beast, applied a line of lube down the shaft and spread it evenly over its surface. Forcing my gooey fingers into Barry’s anus, I poked and stretched my neighbour’s hole until I could fit the tapered head of the vibrator just inside. Barry had begun to complain noisily at this attention, so I slapped the back of his head good and hard with the back of my left hand. Barry whimpered in pain, but shut up immediately. The tethered man arched his back as I stabbed at his hole with the as-yet-stationary sex aid. Deeper and deeper the grey rubber shaft sank inside Barry’s ass. I resumed stroking his cock, as Barry showed signs of renewed arousal. I held the vibrator in my right hand like a dagger, so my thumb rested on the red control knob at its base. As I pulled the vibrator almost completely out of Barry’s arsehole, I span the dial to midway so that the vibrator trembled into activity. Pressing it slowly, but purposefully back inside Barry, my neighbour groaned like he was having a good long shit. I twisted the vibrator inside Barry to catch every nerve ending in every inch of his anal wall and watched his hips gyrate – not quite sure if he was trying to avoid the sensation or heighten it with his limited movement.

I continued to fuck Barry with the vibrator and stroke his rock-hard dick until I felt his body stop wriggling. He evidently was fighting to control himself from cumming, then let out a moan of defeat and shot hot semen into my eager palm.

I let go of Barry’s softening dick and turned the vibrator off. I left it sticking out of Barry’s arse and opened the bottle of pills. Shaking a half dozen of diazepam into my open palm, I pulled the vibrator out of Barry and proceeded to post the yellow 2mg tablets up inside Barry’s arse, finishing the deed with the return of the vibrator to ram those fuckers home. Barry couldn’t have been sure what was going on, but bit by bit as his warm, moist anal cavity broke down the pills and absorbed them into his system, Barry lost focus, dizzied and eventually passed out across the variable bench…

 

[curiosity]

I released the restraints on Barry’s body, so that his arms and legs fell limp with gravity. I caressed his muscular thighs and bubble butt, ran my fingers through the hair of his sleepy head. Barry’s eyelids were softly shut and saliva dribbled from his parted lips and pooled on the pleather of the bench. I reached under him to lace the fingers of my hands against his flat belly, then hauled him up from the apex of the bench to collapse onto the carpeted floor beside it. I lay on top of Barry, nestling into his bent form, stroking his legs and burying my groin into his ass. I moved onto my side, pulling Barry with me, focusing on the body contact, the weight of Barry’s warm, flaccid frame next to mine. I twisted Barry’s slack jawed face to meet mine and planted my lips on his, entering his head with my tongue, bathing my mouth in the excess of saliva that gurgled in his throat. I broke away to peel the lycra top from Barry’s torso, then played with his fine, erect nipples, deep belly button and wiry bush of pubic hair rising from his sweaty groin.

I rolled Barry onto the bath sheet once more and dragged his unconscious ass back down the hall to the lounge, where I tipped him onto his face in the middle of the rug. I crouched over him and gave the right side of his inert face a long, slow lick from the jawline to his temple. I kissed his hunched shoulder and ran my open mouth over his right bicep to the elbow joint and down to Barry’s hand, where I sucked his thumb while I rubbed my cock into the cleft of Barry’s butt. I raised Barry’s right leg outwards to alter the angle of his arse and leveled my cock at his worn arsehole, before pressing my manhood inside Barry. The diazepam I’d fed Barry earlier removed all previous resistance and I slipped in easily. I fucked Barry where he lay for a good few minutes, the force of my thrusts sending him inching across the rug, until I couldn’t control my feelings and I knew I had to cum. I pulled out of Barry’s ass at this moment and shot my load across his sweaty buttocks. I looked down at the glistening pool that collected in the small of Barry’s back, then grabbed the bath sheet to mop up my semen, before collapsing onto Barry’s back to sleep for a while. Barry’s warm, inert body smelt of faded cologne, sweat, shit and cum. I nodded off in the ecstasy of his being…