The Stalker

 

By Keegan Kennedy

 

Smashwords Edition

Copyright: June, 2013

 

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Table of Contents:

Cover

Preface

The Stalker

Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

About the Author

 

 

 

 

A Preface from Keegan Kennedy:

A brief word to my regular readers and a caution to my potential readers….

First and foremost, I want to thank you for purchasing or sampling my work. It means the world to me! Because of your support, emails and kind words, I have continued to create more and more novellas for you to enjoy.

With that said…. I wanted to provide a word of caution to new readers about this work and my other novellas. My work is not for everyone, and for that, I will never apologize.

It’s not often that I get to communicate directly with my readers so please indulge me for a few moments. I started this strange and wonderful journey when I was trapped in a bad relationship. From the words of one of my favorite songs of all-time, I was cursed with a vivid mind. Don’t get me wrong.... My relationship was not bad because of boring sex, but my ability to express myself during that period of time was stifled and suffocated. Thus, I initially turned to writing as an escape and a release for my own desires and fantasies. After I had gotten tired of being his emotional punching bag, I left that relationship and dove headfirst into the best year and a half of my life. I have been blessed by the Goddess with the most wonderful and encouraging fans ever!

As a writer, I am no stranger to getting positive, negative and neutral feedback. Sometimes, comments as well as criticisms are learning and growth experiences for me. After all, I’m always open to constructive criticism. Whether or not I’ll heed it is a whole other issue.

On a few rare occasions, some feedback that I’ve received comes in the form of odd, misguided or unjustified attacks on me personally or my style of writing. I refuse to edit my voice or the stories that I tell as a writer, so those Negative Nancys will never dissuade with me. So, if my story offends you, it’s no-one’s fault but your own for purchasing. To put it kindly, you can spare me your faux, self-righteous indignation or your tired, moral outrage and shove it up your ass. I’m a tough, little mother fucker, so the opinion of someone coming at me from a place of negativity is irrelevant to me. Honestly, I really don’t give a damn what haters think about me.

I’ve had one comment from a reader that totally baffled me, and I wanted to share it with all of you. He or she said that my writing was “a slap in the face to the gay community”. Yes, that was actually said and aimed squarely at me by a complete idiot. I was flabbergasted by this baseless comment. Sure, the reader is entitled to their opinion, but I am also entitled to mine when I say that the fool was nuts. Unless there has been some mass election that I wasn’t aware of, I do not speak for anyone but myself.

Although I am a proud male member of the gay community, I’ve never claimed to be a representative of that populace. My writing and the stories that I tell are not indicative to the gay community as a whole. If you think of me other than just a single voice, you are sorely mistaken and sadly misinformed.

In this work and others, I often blur the lines of gender and sexuality, but from my personal experience, sexuality is a vast spectrum of adventures, feelings and emotions. Do not mistake that for any gender confusion on my part. I know all too well what makes a boy...a boy and a girl...a girl. Yes, I have been with both men and women...in my distant past, but I am gay. Although, I would marry Ms. Kylie Minogue in a heartbeat. If you find my submissive males interchangeable with females, then you are reading the wrong author, and you’re not open-minded enough to comprehend what I’m examining and exploring.

I’d like to add that some of the language that I use in dialogue often offends prudes and uptight people. I also know from experiencing both sides of this coin that the exchanges between dominant and submissive males can get wild and sometimes lead to intense words spoken to each other. I’m not here to judge, condemn, condone or approve of anyone else’s life. I’m here to tell a story that I want to tell my way...in my own voice.

Some readers have taken deep offense to some of the names or descriptions that are spoken during the dialogue that I write. I often use slang indigenous to some members of the BDSM community that sound harsh or derogatory to outsiders. I can assure you that they’re not. So, I refuse to edit myself and will maintain my creative integrity without hesitation.

This goes without saying, but I will mention it anyway.... I’m also not a spokesman for the GLBT BDSM community either.

So, if you are easily offended, please don’t purchase this work. This short story is a fantasy between two consenting adults. If you wish to journey ahead, please do so, and I sincerely hope you enjoy: The Stalker. Personally, I would adore it if you joined me in this little fantasy.... If you do and the outcome is not as you expect or your feelings about this short novella are negative, please consider yourself duly warned.

 

Love Always,

Keegan Kennedy

 

 

 

 

The Stalker:

I’ve often been accused of thinking with the wrong head. Perhaps, it was true. Some would even say that I was crazy just because I liked kinky sex, but I could’ve cared less as to what people thought about me.

I had moved to Memphis, Tennessee four months ago from St. Louis…only because of my job. Otherwise, there was no way in hell that I would have ever moved to such a monotonous city. If the U.S. economy had been in better shape, I would have tried to stay in St. Louis and find another gig.

When people think of Memphis, they think of Elvis, Beale Street, Blues Music and food, but those are all touristy things. I can assure you that those attractions lose their sparkle very quickly.

I lived in an old apartment building called Memphis Place across from Overton Park in Midtown Memphis. Allegedly, Midtown was supposed to be the area that most of the gay people in the city lived. But my apartment complex was filled with mostly straight hipsters, college students and meth heads. Unfortunately, the walls of my apartment were thin. My closest neighbors seemed to be okay, but we had not spoken too much. On one side, there was a straight couple in their twenties. Shane and Tiffany were their names. From the apartment ventilation, I knew that they smoked pot nightly, and from the thin walls, I knew that they fucked all of the time. On the other side of me, there was a straight guy in his thirties by the name of Dave, who was fairly quiet and was gone most of the time. He was pretty hot and muscular, so I had given him the eye initially and had even half-way come on to him. Unfortunately, he had never given me a second glance.

So much for Midtown Memphis being the gay hub of anything except a few random gay guys and some sparse lesbian couples….

As in most cities, there were good and bad areas. In Memphis, the crime rate was pretty high, but the cost of living was fairly cheap. The problem with Memphis was the gay community.

First, with the advent of social media and phone apps to meet guys, there were only three tired little gay bars in a city with a metropolitan area of over 1.2 million. I still found that unbelievable.

Needless to say, I spent a lot of time on Grindr and Adam4Adam.

Still being considered fresh meat, I received plenty of attention online, which was great. At 25, I was five foot, eight inches tall with a slim, 130 pound build…always a favorite archetype with dominant top guys. With short, spiked blond hair, a hot, little Abercrombie and Fitch look and blue eyes, I had a mostly smooth body, which was usually totally smooth due to my regularly scheduled manscaping. I wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, but I wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. I did my fair share of head-turning and got plenty of hits online.

Second, a hideous reality soon became apparent within a week of moving to Memphis. All the decent guys in this crazy, little city seemed to be all partnered and wanting to cheat on some clueless guy out there. I was not against some tension release from time to time, but enough was enough. Was it too much to ask to have my own regular playmate?

Third, another glaring pattern soon became obvious…. This town was packed with allegedly straight, married men with kids, who wanted to find a hot bottom guy to suck their cocks and give them a quick piece of ass. And when I mean quick, I mean less than a minute of penetration before they shot.

In the case of the married guys, instead of a clueless guy that was being cheated on, it was a clueless married woman who was being cheated on by a husband that she probably didn’t even know had that sort of sexual proclivity. Yes, in a pinch, I had serviced a few married men here and there over the years, but I tried not to make a habit out of it. Sometimes, there could be some erotic value credited to letting a straight guy nail you, but it was always over so quickly and dealing with a paranoid straight guy got old fast. And for the most part, I would never hear from that guy again....

Lastly, the decent guys that I had found that were interested in playing with me were so boring. 99% of these local guys had the imaginations of a gnat. Memphis was packed with people with absolutely no creativity and who thrived on meat and potatoes sex only. Most gay guy’s idea of kink was doing it doggie style. Often, I enjoyed just good old fashioned sex, but there were so many other things that I loved too. There had been many opportunities in St. Louis for all of the extracurricular things that I enjoyed like role play, getting tied up and gagged, spanked, chastity and so much more. As long as I was the one on the submissive side, I was always game. So far, all I had met were game players, creepers and just generally clueless guys. But luckily, that all changed….

 

It was a Thursday night when I met BondageTopDadMemphis on Adam4Adam. Naturally, his screen name had instantly caught my attention. In his profile, he announced that he was a single gay white male, who was 42 years old. According to the rest, he stood at six foot three and weighed in at 215 pounds. With a flattop, he described himself as masculine, hairy and dominant with a six inch cock. He was seeking younger, submissive total bottom guys into being tied up, kinky role play, chastity, and spanking. Needless to say, I had sent him a message immediately.

BondageTopDadMemphis was very receptive to my online advances. After an initial fifteen minute back and forth on Adam4Adam, we had gotten a quick feel for what the other was like and was seeking. Before getting too carried away, we had opened our profile pics and also swapped a boatload of pictures via email. Naturally, we had both traded multiple face shots, body shots and body shots with faces. I had sent him a picture of my ass in a jockstrap, and he had sent me a picture of his cock. Although his cock was just six inches, it was wide and fat with a huge, flared head. Actually, I was not a size queen, so his cock looked perfect.

After the picture swap, he had introduced himself as Mike, but he had insisted that I call him Sir. After having given him my real name of Nicholas, he had informed me that he would be calling me boy. Also, he had demanded that I give him my cell number. Doing as I had been told, as a good boy always should, I had complied.

Within 30 seconds, my phone was ringing....

“Hello?” I answered on the first ring.

“That’s Sir to you, boy,” Mike said in his deep, gravelly voice.

For a moment, I thanked my lucky stars. So many guys proclaimed to be masculine online, but as soon as you spoke to them on the phone or met them in person, a purse and matching pumps would fall out of their mouths at the first word.

“Sorry, Sir,” I replied quickly. “When I noticed the local 901 area code, I was pretty sure it was you but wanted to make sure it wasn’t work, Sir.”

“That’s okay, boy,” he replied mirthfully. “I gotta say that you’re damn near perfect, Nicholas.”

“Thanks, Sir. I was thinking the same thing about you.”

“So, you are new to Memphis, boy?”

“Yes, Sir…. Been here for four months.”

“You had to have moved here for a job,” Mike said with a deep laugh. “No professional gay men move here unless they have to.”

“Guilty as charged, Sir.” I said with a chuckle.

“So, what does the bondage boy do for work?” He asked.

“Retail management…. I’m the manager of the Midtown Bed, Bath and Bizarre. What about you, Sir?”

“Football coach,” Mike replied curtly.

For a moment, a hot wave of desire ran through me. Like most gay men, I loved coaches and jocks, especially football ones. “That’s hot, Sir.”

“Thanks, boy. Been married to a woman…twice but divorced and now pretty much gay…. Not out.”

“No problem, Sir. I respect that. I’m not some lunatic who would try to out you or anything at your job. I’m too busy with my own life to obsess about anyone else’s.”

He laughed again. “That’s good to know.” He paused. “Now, boy, tell me exactly what you’re looking for from a man like me.”

“Well, Sir,” I began, not having to give it a second thought. “I love a total top guy like yourself. I love to suck cock and get fucked.”

“I don’t suck cock,” Coach Mike boomed. “So, don’t expect your little pecker to go into my mouth.”

“No, Sir, I’m a total bottom. I’d never expect you to suck my cock. If you want to eat my ass, I would have no objection.”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” he replied wryly. “Tell me what else you want.”

“I love to get tied up and gagged, Sir,” I continued. “I love to get spanked and love chastity in particular.”

“You sound damn near perfect!” Coach Mike exclaimed. “Love to tie up a boy, make him suck my thick cock, gag his mouth and fuck his ass. Also, live for spanking a boy.” He paused. “You mentioned chastity. You mean like locking up your cock?”

“Yes, Sir, I have a CB6000 device,” I replied enthusiastically. “I’d love to have a key holder to control my orgasms and my erections. To me, it’s hot. It’s like an extension of a top’s control over a submissive.” This time I paused. “I just got it before I left St. Louis.”

“Have you ever played with someone while wearing it, boy?”

“No, Sir, I wish,” I replied almost glumly. “I’d love to get fucked and tied up while having it on. Without being too presumptuous on my part, if we hit it off, maybe you could be my key holder.”

“What’s a key holder?”

“It’s the man who controls the only key to the boy’s chastity unit.”

“Well, boy,” he replied noncommittally. “We’ll see about all that. I can’t make no promises.”

Not the answer that I was hoping to hear…. Then, I quickly realized that I was getting carried away, and I had to play it cool.

“That’s fine, Sir.”

“So, I saw that you mentioned role play,” Coach Mike stated. “What kinds of role play scenes do you like?”

“Well, Sir, I like all kinds: doctor/patient, dad/son, coach/jock, military…all kinds.”

“Boy, I am about sick of being asked to do the coach/jock one because of me being a football coach,” he said with a groan. “The others are fine. Maybe a little generic, but they’d work. I get the feeling that you’re holding back on me just a little. Those scenes are good, but a boy as creative as you has to have some deeper, darker fantasies.”

I felt myself blush. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but I was afraid that it would freak Coach Mike out, and I didn’t want to miss out on servicing him and playing with him. Regardless of my hesitation, I threw caution to the wind, and I confessed….

“Sir,” I began shakily. “My biggest fantasy that I’ve never had the guts to try is one where a masked intruder breaks into my apartment…a total stranger.”

“Ah, a burglar fantasy,” he mused. “That’s fucking hot as hell. Tell me what happens in this fantasy!”

“Like I mentioned, Sir,” I said, qualifying. “I’ve never had the guts to try it, but it’s more of an intruder who has been stalking me instead of a burglary. He would not be here to steal from me, but he’d be here to take what he wanted from me.”

“Even hotter.”

“For example, Sir, you’d be in a ski mask and dark clothes. I would be alone in my place in just one of my jockstraps and maybe my locked chastity device. After leaving the front door open, you’d sneak inside wearing the ski mask. You’d grab me and put your hand over my mouth. Tie my wrists behind my back. Make me suck your cock. Then, maybe you’d gag my mouth, so I couldn’t yell for help. Then, slap my ass a little, maybe rim me and definitely fuck me…. The entire time I’d be tied up and helpless, and you’d take what you want from me.”

“You like to be objectified, don’t ya, boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied enthusiastically. “Like I said, I’ve always been too scared to try it because it’s frightening and crazy. That’s why I’ve only jerked off about it.” I paused. “The fantasy is so intense and gritty that I usually shy away from sharing it with too many prospective playmates or dates.” I paused again. “I don’t care if most folks think I’m nuts, but I don’t wanna scare off a hot man like you.”

There was a silence on the phone.

“You still there, Sir?”

“Yeah, boy,” Coach Mike acknowledged. “I’m actually harder than I’ve been in a long time!”

“Did you like my fantasy, Sir?”

“Hell yeah!” He wailed. “Fuck, that is so hot. Always wanted to role play something real and hardcore like that. All the boys around here just wanna put on a jockstrap and pretend I’m their coach or their dad. You’re taking role play to the next level. That’s amazing.”

“Thanks, Sir, I suppose my fantasies are hardcore. In my imagination, I’m always brave. In real life, I’m more of a chicken shit.”

“Let’s see how brave you are, boy! Let’s do this thing.”

“Are you serious, Sir?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m serious!” Coach Mike insisted. “I wanna do this. I want to be the stranger who breaks in on you and takes you like the hot piece of ass that you are!”

I felt my face flush, and I was suddenly terrified. Despite all of that, my own six inch cock was as hard as a cement block. “Uh…” I stammered. “Uh, Sir….”

“Do you want the stalker to break into your place and take what he wants or not?!”

“Yes, Sir,” I admitted tremulously. “I want it so bad.”

“Leave your door unlocked tomorrow night. You’re going to have a break-in, boy!”

“Tomorrow night is good for me,” I reasoned. “I’m off all weekend, Sir.”

“Perfect,” he replied. “I got the ski mask and black t-shirt and jeans. I can be there at 9:00PM.”

“9:00PM is perfect, Sir,” I promised. “I’ll leave my front door unlocked.”

“Keep something in mind, boy,” Coach Mike stated firmly. “I won’t be showing up with a bouquet of roses or a box of chocolates. If you want this fantasy to work, I’m coming in without introductions and grabbing your ass! I’ll bring the rope, and I got a ball gag that would be perfect for your mouth.”

I gulped. I could not believe I had just agreed to do this, but I was so aroused that I could not stop myself. “Yes, Sir, you’ll sneak in and just grab me, and you’ll have the rope and ballgag?”

“That’s right, boy! Gimme your address!”

“2095 Poplar #786, Sir.”

“Make sure to wear the jock and the chastity cup.”

“I’ll have on the jockstrap and CB6000 unit,” I assured him. “If you like our session, I’ll leave the only key to my chastity cage on my nightstand, if you decide to be my key holder, take the key with you and leave me locked up.”

“Fuck that sounds hot, so you wouldn’t be able to get that thing off at all with me having the only key?”

“That’s right, Sir,” I admitted. “If you didn’t show back up or you disappear on me, I’d be in for an embarrassing trip to the adult video store or who knows where to get my bone free.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, boy,” he assured me. “So, just leave that key on your night stand. If I do take that key, that means your ass belongs to me. If I leave it, don’t be pissed and don’t take it for me not wanting to play again with ya. From the way you describe it, being a key holder is an enormous responsibility.”

“You’re right, Sir,” I replied. “If you take the key, my ass belongs to you….”

 

As soon as I had hung up from Coach Mike, a panic hit me. I could not believe that I had just agreed to let this guy come over and play The Stalker in my ultimate role play fantasy. Despite my nerves, I seemed to have an erection that would not go away.

After noting that it was 11:30 at night and that I had to be at work at 8:00 in the morning, I tried to go to sleep, but my erection and my erotic apprehension was keeping me awake.

Thinking about the good-looking and masculine football coach breaking into my apartment with a ski mask over his face was so kinky and hot. I had fantasized so many times about this exact thing, and in less than 24 hours, it was all going to come true.

Pulling my hard, six-inch bone from my boxer briefs, I began to stroke, thinking about the dominant man putting his hand over my mouth and grabbing me out of the darkness. As I continued to jerk my prick, I thought about how I’d be in the jockstrap and chastity cup. Thinking about the way I would be taken captive made my cock throb with excitement. Moaning, I thought about the stalker in a ski mask tying me up and fucking me hard.... Suddenly, my balls began to pump, and my dick started to contract. As my body shook from my orgasm, I shot my load all over my face and chest.

Despite my tension release, I was unable to sleep on my own. After tossing and turning for two hours, I popped a couple of Tylenol PM.

The next morning, I arrived at work with a cordial retail smile on my face. It was all a front, though. Inside, I was still extremely jumpy about the scenario that I had set into motion. Naturally, my doubts surfaced and plagued my mind throughout the very busy day.

What if Coach Mike was crazy? What if he was a killer or did something nuts to me? What if he had lied about his appearance and was a five hundred pound shut-in? What if he was actually a burglar that preyed on stupid boys who had risky hook-ups? What if he brought several friends to participate?

Despite my constant worries, I managed to maintain my professional veneer and make it through the day….

I finally arrived back at my apartment shortly after six. I was too nervous to eat dinner, so I began compulsively cleaning my place. I knew that Coach Mike was coming over in a ski mask to simulate a break-in by a sex-crazed, obsessed stalker and not to critique my cleaning skills, but cleaning was still something to keep me busy.

Luckily, the lights in both of my neighbor’s apartments were off, so it looked like if Coach Mike and I got a little loud that it wouldn’t matter.

When 8:00 arrived, it was well past dark outside, so I jumped in the shower. I gave myself a deep and cleansing enema in the shower with the nozzle and hose that I had handy in my shower caddy. Then, with the warm water splashing my body, I washed my blond hair and thoroughly soaped up my lean chest, hairless armpits, smooth ass and the rest of my small frame.

After I had finished and toweled off, my attention turned toward the CB6000 that I had left on my bathroom sink. I rubbed a small amount of body lotion on my shaved cock and balls to add lubrication to my shaft and the head of my dick. I took the ring of the device and forced it over my thickening cock and my balls. Once I had separated my balls from my groin, I adjusted the ring. Afterwards, I inserted the locking pins and adjusted the spacers. Next, I inserted my semi-hard bone into the clear, plastic cage that was shaped like a penis with a slit at the end for urination. Then, I hooked the cock cage portion to the locking pins. After I briefly adjusted the device, I locked myself in chastity with the small brass padlock, and I was done.

My dick filled the cock cage. It was difficult not to put myself into this without being hard, but I think my nerves helped keep my erection at bay. Usually, it was such a mental turn-on that I could not help but get hard.

I slipped on my small, white Duke jockstrap with the thick waistband and adjusted the ass-straps under the cheeks of my butt.

Taking the only key to the CB6000 chastity unit, which was on a beaded dog tag chain, I placed it on my nightstand next to my bed. If Coach Mike wanted to become my key holder, I was going to give him ample opportunity to do so.

It was only 8:35, but I had already left my front door unlocked and was ready for my stalker to make his move on me.

During my cleaning extravaganza, I had turned on almost every light in the apartment. Since there was to be a stranger in a ski mask breaking in and having his way with me, it was understood that the apartment should be dark. So, I strolled apprehensively through my place and turned off all of the lights.

With the exception of the street lights coming from outside, I was in total darkness, and my heart was already thumping in my chest. In just my jockstrap and my locked-up cock in the CB6000, I sat on the edge of my bed and waited with my foot tapping anxiously.

The minutes seemed to pass so slowly. Although I had only been waiting for a few moments, it had felt like an eternity.

At exactly 8:45, I heard a strange bump in my living room at the other end of the hall.

Shaking, I froze for a moment.

Come-on, Nicholas. I encouraged myself. This is a fantasy. Don’t be so fucking scared.

Reluctantly and cautiously, I got up from the edge of my bed and slowly crept down the dark hallway toward my living room in my bare feet.

“Hello?” I asked into the darkness. “Is anyone there?”

Realizing that it was still ahead of schedule for Coach Mike to show up in the ski mask, I told myself that I was just being paranoid and that he was not here yet.

Then, I considered something…. What if I simply didn’t answer my door? After all, it was not too late to back out…. I could just lock my door and not put myself through this. Sure, it would be flakey on my part, but I found it to be a brief comfort that I was still in control…as of now.

Walking into the living room, I noticed that nothing seemed to be out of order in the dark, shadowy space. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, that was when I saw it. The front door was slightly ajar!

“Oh shit,” I said under my breath.

Suddenly, in the darkness from behind me, a gloved hand covered my mouth, and the other gloved hand grabbed my right bicep.

I could not help but scream under the hand holding my mouth closed.

It was too late to back out! He was here!

“Oh shit is right, boy!” The deep voice of the intruder growled into my ear.

 

I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck…. I could feel the material of the ski mask against my skin.

“Shut-the-fuck-up and do exactly as I tell ya, and ya won’t get hurt!” The stalker ordered gruffly as the leather glove continued to cover my mouth, and he pressed his ripped body against mine. I could feel that he was already hard under his jeans. His grip on me was strong. There would be no fighting him or getting away, which is the way that I had always dreamed that it would be.

His voice was slightly different from it had been on the phone. I assumed that this was Coach Mike’s menacing role play voice.

Despite the fact that I was scared shitless, I was also more aroused than I could ever remember being in my entire life! If not for the CB6000 keeping my boner in tight chastity under the mesh pouch of the jockstrap, I would’ve cum then and there.

“You gonna be a good little boy and do as I tell ya?!” He continued, pressing his hard bulge into my lower back.

Trembling, I nodded my head.

“That’s a good little pussyboy to do as a real man tells ya, especially one who has the upper hand,” he replied in menacing and blunt voice to my silent affirmation.

His gloved hand moved from my bicep to my exposed asscheeks that were framed in the straps of my jock. The leather-covered fingers rubbed and squeezed my butt.

“I see you’re in a jockstrap, boy…. Saves me the work of having to cut your clothes off of ya!”

In the darkness, I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed his feeling me up.

“I’ve been watching you for months, boy,” he continued in a growl. “You’ve been wiggling that ass at me for so long, teasing my big prick and flashing those pretty-boy, blue eyes toward my crotch.”

Obviously, the ski mask had a mouth hole because his teeth sank into the back of my neck. As he bit me, I moaned under his gloved hand that was tightly covering my mouth. I could not help but wiggle my ass against his legs behind me.

“I see the boy likes this,” he said wryly. “But this ain’t about what you want, cocksucker! This is about what I want!”

Without warning, he released my mouth and my ass and pushed me face down on my living room sofa.

“Stay there!” He barked. “Don’t you fuckin’ move!”

I was too terrified and turned-on to move an inch, so I laid there motionless as I heard him lock the front door.

Within seconds, he had climbed on the couch. Sitting on my legs and putting his full weight upon me, he ordered. “Put your arms behind your back and cross your wrists!”

Quickly, I did as I was commanded.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I begged, playing my part. “Take whatever you want just please don’t do anything crazy.”

“I told you to shut up, bitch!” He barked, slapping my asscheeks with his gloved hand. “I don’t want to take any of your possessions, boy. I’m here to rape your ass!”

With my face pressed down, I could not see, but I could hear. I heard the unzipping of a bag that my intruder had apparently stashed in the shadows next to the couch without my knowledge. I felt as he began to wrap itchy rope tightly around my wrists.

“Be still and don’t fight me!” He spat.

As he secured my wrists, he tied several knots in the coarse rope. The rope was unyielding, and I could feel it already rubbing my skin. This was going to leave marks….

“It’s a little tight, Sir,” I said in a muffled voice with my face still pressed into the pillow of the couch.

Suddenly, he slapped my ass hard with his right gloved hand again, and he pulled my hair with his other hand.

“Owwww!” I winced.

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s tight, pussyboy!” He boomed in that threatening deep voice of his. “You make one more peep, and you’ll be sorry! Do you hear what I’m saying to you, faggot?!”

Without making a sound, I nodded my head cautiously.

“That’s more like it.” He paused. “Now, it’s time that you pay up for wiggling that little ass at me for months and tempting me with those pretty lips of yours!”

Grabbing the bag and throwing it over his right shoulder, he yanked me up off of the couch by my bound wrists. He was not gentle. In fact, for a moment, I thought that he had pulled my shoulders out of their sockets.

As soon as he had gotten me to my feet, he put his right hand over my mouth, and his left arm wrapped around my chest.

“Move!” He ordered abrasively.

Guiding me out of the living room, my feet moved as he walked me slowly down the hallway toward my bedroom. With his arm wrapped around me, I could feel his muscular chest pressed against my back and his huge biceps wrapped around my upper arms.

Once we had arrived in my darkened bedroom, he threw me onto the floor. Before I could move an inch, the brute grabbed me under the arms and forced me to my knees in front of him.

With my body shaking and my heart beating wildly, I could see more of him in the light coming through the blinds from the security lights outside. I was so excited that my cock was straining to pop out of the confines of the chastity unit, but that was not going to happen. Despite the fact that he was being rough with me and that the rope was already cutting into my wrists, my mind was swirling with the erotic intensity of this situation.

Coach Mike had not lied about his height or build. He was definitely about six foot three and was built like a muscular bull. Wearing a black ski mask with mouth, nose and eye holes, he also had on a tight, black t-shirt, dark jeans and what looked like black combat boots. He had definitely dressed the part.

Looking down at me, he was rubbing his crotch. “I’ve been planning this for so long, boy,” he muttered in a low growl. “A hot little piece of ass like you needs to be dominated and man-handled! You need a rough man taking what he wants from you and telling ya what to do!”

“Yes,” I moaned softly.

“Shut-up!” He yelled, slapping my face with his gloved hand.

I had not expected that! Although the slap across my face had smarted, the surprise blow had been softened by the glove.

“I told ya to keep your mouth closed!” He paused. “I reckon it’s time to stuff that mouth of yours so you can’t talk anymore, pussyboy!”

With a quick move of his right hand, my captor had unzipped the fly of his jeans. Digging into his jeans with his gloved fingers, he pulled out his hard cock. Although it was mostly dark in the room, I could see the outline and shape of his prick. It looked far bigger and wider than the six-inch tool that he had showed me in his pictures.

Before I could make any more shadowy observations, the stalker grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock in between my shocked lips. Immediately, I realized something else about my intruder that he had not mentioned in our picture exchange and that realization was that he was uncut! I wasn’t sure why in the hell he hadn’t mentioned it. After all, I loved uncut top guys. I assumed that Coach Mike may have been one of those guys who didn’t like being uncircumcised.

Suddenly, my mouth was filled with the sharp and salty taste of his long foreskin.

“Lick up under my hood, boy!” He hissed. “Use your tongue and clean up under there!”

On my knees with my wrists tied behind my back, I savored the almost cheesy taste of his musky, oozing head underneath his foreskin. With the heavenly taste of his delicious cock filling my mouth, I could also taste his precum leaking from his large piss slit.

Hungrily, I dug under the long skin with my tongue and cleaned his ripe cockhead. From what I could tell by the shape in my mouth, the crown of Coach Mike’s cock was very big around.

“Fuck yeah, cocksucker!” He exclaimed, holding my head with both of his gloved hands. “Make sure to watch them teeth, or I’ll make ya real sorry!”

After washing and worshiping the acrid and flavorful tip of his cock, my masked stalker pushed more of his surprisingly thick shaft in between my lips.

I was no stranger to a dick in my mouth, so I suckled his invading probe and swirled my tongue around and around the shaft.

“Fuck you’re an expert little cocksucker…just like I always knew you’d be!”

My captor began thrusting his hips and ramming his cock in between my lips. Pulling my hair and my ears, his fingers forced my head further down his length.

Then, the bulbous mushroom head of his uncut prick hit the back of my throat. I gagged and choked as he continued to relentlessly push.

“Come on, boy! Ya got a couple of more inches to go! This is a forced facefuck and not some blowjob lesson! Open it up and swallow every fuckin’ centimeter of my big cock, pussyboy!”

This was also odd. I could easily fit six inches into my mouth and deepthroat it, but now Coach Mike was talking about more inches…. How big was his cock?

Showing me no mercy, my captor made me arch my neck, and he pushed past my gag reflex, burying his prick all the way down my throat! My deeply inhaling nose was buried in his potent and spicy-smelling bush.

Violently, I began coughing and gagging. Water was streaming from my eyes, and my nose was running. Desperately, I attempted to breathe through my nose.

“Take it, cocksucker! Take my big cock!” He thundered.

Not giving me any time to get used to it, the masked intruder began to ram his prick in and out of my throat. Still coughing and choking, I did the best that I could to open my throat to his mouthrape, but his pummeling was harsh and hostile.

With tears of gagging flowing down my face, I noticed a quick increase in his facefucking.

Coach Mike was starting to moan and groan under the ski mask, and his shaft got bigger in my mouth and throat.

“Gonna shoot!” He hollered. “Gonna pump my jizz down your throat, cocksucker!”

With my lips being raped, I had no choice but to submit my mouth to his will….

As he pumped his rod down my throat and back up into my mouth, he slammed his cock against my lips, and his hairy balls slapped against my chin.

“Ohhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!” My stalker screamed. “Here it comes!”

Suddenly, his shaft began to throb in between my lips, and my captor exploded. I could feel squirt after squirt firing from the huge crown of his uncut prick. Some of the wads shot into my mouth, while others fired down my throat and oozed down my esophagus.

The cum that landed in my mouth was so salty that it made my ass wiggle and my face cheeks pucker.

Soon, he slowed his thrusting and pulled his cock abruptly from my mouth.

With his chest moving up and down in his tight, black t-shirt, I could tell that he was looking down at me.

Finally, he said. “Now, that the easy load is out of the way, I’m gonna rape your hot little ass, pussyboy!”

 

After grabbing me up off of the floor and throwing me onto the bed, my captor tackled me and turned me over on my stomach.

“Keep your mouth shut and don’t try anything!” He grunted loudly as I felt him untying my wrists. “Don’t think your ordeal is over, boy. I’m putting ya in a more vulnerable position for me to rape your butthole!”

With all of his weight holding me down, all I could do was whimper underneath him.

Although I was resigned to be his captive and seemingly being raped as the object of his erection, I was so riveted and spellbound. It was this overwhelming mixture of inexplicable danger and fear coupled with desire and my deep-seeded internal need to submit to a dominant man and be taken by force. So many conflicting emotions collided inside of me in this single combustible rapture of mania.

As he untied and removed the last of the itchy rope from my wrists, my captor flipped me over and held me down by my wrists. I could feel the raw skin from the ropeburns. Throwing his face down onto my shoulder like a snake striking at its prey, he bit viciously into my skin with his teeth. I winced but remained silent. It hurt so bad that I was sure that he had almost drawn blood.

After he had bitten me, he moved his ski-masked covered face above mine. In the darkness, I could see his eyes watching me with the look of a predator.

“Don’t try fighting me, or you’ll be hurt! Do you understand me, boy?”

Looking up at him with incredulous and terrified eyes, I said nothing.

“Answer me!” He screamed.

“Yes, Sir,” I said with a whimper.

“That’s a good pussyboy,” he said with a wicked lilt in his voice.

Taking both of my wrists, he moved them above my head to the brass headboard of my bed.

“Hold on to that bar!” He ordered gruffly.

Gulping, I grabbed the bar that he had guided me to with both of my hands.

Swiftly, he rose over me and began to tie my wrists to the frame of my bed with the same itchy rope. Using several knots, he tied me tightly again not leaving any slack in the rope.

After he had my wrists secured above my head, my captor reached down into his small duffle bag and took out two more pieces of rope. He grabbed my left ankle and raised it up into the air, pulling it beside my head. With a coil of the same itchy, coarse rope, he tied it tightly around my ankle. With the other end of the rope, he tied it to the frame of my bed next to my wrists and anchored my left leg into the air. Next, he took my right ankle into his gloved hand and pulled it up to the other side of my head. He quickly secured the other end of the rope to the brass headboard of my bed.

I found myself with both of my legs stretched behind my head. I was literally bent in half. In this position, my jockstrap-framed ass was offered up to him on a silver platter.

“The pretty boy is flexible,” he commented in his deep voice. “Just like I thought you’d be…. This way I can rape your hot little pussyhole hard and deep!” His hand moved to the mesh pouch of my jock, and he thumped the hard, plastic penis-shaped cage with his fingers. “I’m impressed,” he continued. “You’re the first real submissive I’ve captured in a long, long time. And chastity is perfect for what I have in mind for you, because a real dominant is never interested in a bottom boy’s little pecker.”

He paused. “My interests are here,” he said, putting his finger briefly to my lips. “And here,” he added, putting his finger momentarily against the smooth, pink hole in between the cheeks of my ass.

“And since you locked your boycock all up in chastity, you already know that your true role in life is to be a man’s pussyboy and cum dump, don’t ya, kid?”

That was my cue to speak.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered softly.

“Good boy,” he said in a growl.

Jesus, Coach Mike had a way with words! I was so enthralled in this scene and his desire to make me completely submissive to him.

After reaching down in his bag, he removed another item. In the shadowy darkness, it looked like some sort of cloth.

“Now, for the next part, the pretty boy has to be gagged.”

I watched in the dimness as he rolled up something in his fingers. Putting the cloth to my lips, my nostrils were filled with an overwhelming, ripe smell.

“I’ve been wearing these black dress socks for two days, boy,” he said, holding the soured and sweaty dirty socks to my nose. “Now, they’re going in your mouth as a gag, so you can’t yell for help when I rape your hole.”

My captor shoved the used and smelly socks into my mouth. The sweaty and salty taste of them exploded on my taste buds. Before I could spit them out or even have two seconds to wrap my mind around what he was doing, I saw him produce a roll of duct tape from his bag. In a flash, he ripped a long leading piece off of the spool, and he began to wrap the sticky adhesive around and around my head, ensuring that I could not eject his ripe socks from my mouth.

I’d never had anyone’s dirty socks in my mouth before, and it all seemed unreal to me. As he applied a fourth layer of tape around my head, I had to admit to myself that the acrid and pungent taste was quite stimulating.

Then, I remembered something. First, it had been the differences in his cock size and the fact that he had said that he was cut. Secondly, Coach Mike had promised to gag me with a ball gag…not his dirty socks. Apparently, he had changed the plan on me again. Perhaps, this was his way of keeping me on my toes and keeping things exciting.

Then, something else crossed my mind. Coaches usually wore white athletic or team socks…not black dress socks….

To say things were exciting was an understatement. In fact, my heart was pounding in my smooth chest as fast as a captured rabbit, and my fascinated mind was swirling into the twisted web of my ultimate fantasy role play that my stalker had provided for me. For me, this was nothing short of sexually epic!

“You like the taste of my dirty, sweaty socks, boy?” He asked sardonically.

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!” I mumbled into the gag.

“That’s right, the pretty-boy cocksucker can’t talk,” he replied in his gravelly voice as he moved to the middle of my bed and began to run his gloved fingers up and down my smooth legs. “Gonna take that sound as a yes.”

Actually, I was enjoying the hell out of it. I loved being stretched apart with my ass on display for my obsessed stalker. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the touch of the leather gloves on my legs, which caused goose pimples to rise on my skin.

After his fingers squeezed my muscled calves, he tested the ropes holding my ankles to the frame of my bed.

“Not bad ropework if I do say so myself,” he commented through the ski mask as his fingers traced back down my calves and thighs.

Eventually, his gloved fingertip found my pink hole, and my body shuddered with this hungry yearning for the intruder to be inside of my ass.

“Mmmmppphhh,” I moaned sensually.

“My sweet pussyboy likes that, eh....”

In the darkness, I nodded my head.

“Well,” he said in his deep voice as he lowered himself on my bed. “The boy is gonna love what happens next....”

Helplessly trussed to the brass frame of my bed, I watched as he lowered his masked face to my spread cheeks.

Putting his gloved hands on my splayed globes, he spread them further apart and his tongue entered my hole.

I moaned into the salty and secure gag of his socks covered tightly with the duct tape.

“Your boypussy tastes so good,” he muttered, flicking his tongue up and down my pink and pulsating ring.

I could feel the hot breath from his nose coming from the nose hole of the ski mask. His tongue was long, and he was no stranger to knowing how a submissive liked to be rimmed.

“Hot little hole,” he grunted, licking up and down the supersensitive skin of my crack.

Flattening his tongue, he coated the tender area with his saliva and spit.

Moaning, I was writhing in the tight ropes and relished the sensation from his tonguing. Actually, I enjoyed having my ass eaten a hundred times more than having my cock played with or sucked.

My stalker began to focus solely on my trembling entry. Curling his tongue to a point, he began to dig and tunnel into the tight ring of my ass.

I was in heaven. My dick in the chastity cup had filled the cock cage, and I was in a divine state of mental stimulation and erection frustration. Without access to my prick, my other senses seemed to be heightened, so all of the nerve endings in my body were tingling from the masked stalker’s tongue slowly opening my hole.

As my slit relaxed, he was able to work his tongue deeper inside of me. I could feel his tongue circling around the lower walls of my tunnel. Although I could not verify in the darkness of my room, I estimated that he had about an inch or so of his long and apt tongue buried inside of my hole.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I moaned into the gag.

“Boys like you love their snatches licked!” He exclaimed excitedly before returning his attention back to mining deeper into my quivering pucker.

Coach Mike was so good at rimming that my eyes were rolling back in my head….

When his thick finger entered me alongside his still burrowing tongue, I moaned again into the gag. Apparently, he had removed the glove from one of his hands.

Opening my hole, his long finger slowly jabbed in and out of me, spreading the wetness from his mouth deeper into my ass. As he fingerfucked me, his tongue joined his finger, and he was pushing more of his saliva into my ring.

His finger found my prostate, which was directly under my caged cock. My cock throbbed in its tight and confining chastity. From his skilled and gentle fingering of my spot, I would’ve cum if I had not been wearing the device.

Whimpering, I was squirming and thrashing about on the bed. Although the itchy ropes restricted my mobility, I was flailing about like a boy possessed.

Removing his lips and his finger from my ass, he looked down at me. A subtle light from the street was coming through my blinds, and he had happened to have moved into it. With the black ski mask still covering his face, I could see his wide and dangerous eyes.

“I got the pussyboy primed and ready to be raped by my big cock,” he said, reaching into his duffle bag and unsnapping a cap of what I assumed was lube. “I’ve got eight and half inches of uncut prick that I’m gonna bury in your hole!”

I whimpered into the gag again. I wondered why Coach Mike had not told me that he was longer, bigger and uncut. It didn’t matter now, though. He was about to fuck my ass whether I wanted him to or not, and the truth was that I wanted his prick more than I had ever wanted any other cock in my entire life!

My role play stalker had not even bothered to remove his jeans and boots. Instead, he had just yanked his pants down to his knees.

After hearing him lather up his pole with what sounded to be a substantial amount of lube, my masked captor moved on top of me and mounted me.

When I felt the bulbous head of his uncut cock rub against my wet and slick hole, a nervous apprehension pulsed through my body.

“You’ve been asking for this, faggot,” he growled, pushing his weight behind the force of the mushroom head that was stretching open my ring.

Biting down on those dirty dress socks of his that were taped in my mouth, I braced myself.

Using his teeth, he took off the other glove and tossed it on the bed with his teeth and a twist of his neck.

As the tip of his rod opened my sensitive circle and he pushed it through my swallowing ring, I could not help but scream into the gag.

“Fuck yeah, boy!” He shouted, grabbing my roped ankles tied above my head. “Tight boycunt on a pretty blond cocksucker!”

The massive head pushed past my asslips and began to sink into me….

This was the biggest cock that I had taken in years. Usually, the average top that I bottomed for was in between five and six inches and of modest girth, but not my captor, though! This guy had nothing short of what I called a buttbuster!

I felt like I was being rammed with his fist! The agony of the impaling prick was almost unbearable. He had turned out to be so unexpectedly huge. I felt the scalding red-hot pain of his probing cock opening me up. Involuntary, my body tensed as he slowly buried his uncut schlong into my vulnerable asshole.

“Squeeze my prick as much as ya want! It won’t stop me from taking all of your pussy!”

Clearly, I was not a female, but I loved the way he called my asshole…a pussy. I loved dirty talk like this....

Pushing more of his weight down onto my anchored frame and my unprotected hole, he grunted and buried all of his length into my depths. His balls slapped lightly against my ass.

“It’s all in there!” He growled. “Fillin’ that hot, little ass!”

Without giving me any moments to adjust to the massive length and width that was stretching my hole, my stalker pulled his cock in reverse to where it almost escaped my asslips. Then, he drove it back in with a single, brutal thrust.

“Mmmmmmppppphhhhh!” I screamed into the gag.

“Scream all ya want, pretty boy, no-one’ll be the wiser that you’re tied up and getting raped in here!” He barked in his gravelly voice as he began a steady and sudden ramming of my quivering hole with his monster prick.

 

With my ass muscles still closed around his thrusting meat, he pounded my butt roughly.

Moaning and whimpering, I could do nothing against my stalker except remain his captive and give up my ass to him.

Slamming his cock into me, he leaned his masked face to where it was just inches from mine. “I’ve been watching you shake that hot ass of yours for so long. You were asking for this, pussyboy! You needed to be taken and forced to submit to my big cock!”

His gruff words were so harsh and definite that I couldn’t help but be swept away by his control and domination. Slowly, my body relaxed around the thick harpoon jabbing in and out of my stretched ring.

With his balls slapping against my ass, he picked up the pace of his hammering, and he was pummeling my ass with everything that he had.

“Mmmmmppphhhh! Mmmmmpphh! Mmmmmmpppphhh!” I screamed out as he walloped my hole.

“You’re a hot little faggot!” He hissed through gritted teeth. “Gonna start coming over every night and raping your ass, boy!”

I could feel the shaft of his prick swell inside of me, and I could detect the engorged crown of his rod throbbing.

“Fuuuuccccckkkkkk!” My captor howled, pummeling my hole as I whimpered beneath him. “Gonna blow! Gonna seed and breed your boypussy!”

His deep drilling of me increased to a seemingly preternatural speed. He was nailing me so fast, so hard and so deep that all was a blur....

“Ohhhhh yeeeaaaahhhhhh!” He yelled as the shaft and the head of his epic rammer throbbed deep inside of me.

I felt as the first gob of his white-hot cum exploded into my burning and tender asshole.

“Hot boypussy!” He thundered, pumping more and more of his DNA into my trembling body.

Gob after Gob fired into my hole, and his thick load swirled all around his hammering cock, adding his seed to the wet lube that he had used to fuck me.

His cum burned my walls with its exquisite fire and heat as if it had been 120 degrees inside of his balls.

Finally, the last of his jizz leaked from the head of his prick, and the masked intruder slowly stopped his unyielding role play rape of my ass….

 

After my stalker had shot his thick load deep inside of my ass, he had pulled out of me unceremoniously, which left me feeling achingly empty.

Without removing his ski mask, Coach Mike grabbed his gloves and the lube off of my bed and threw them into his duffle. After zipping up the bag, he turned and stood over me.

I watched as his right arm moved in the darkness, and he stuck his long and thick middle finger into my stretched and dripping wet hole. I could not help but moan into the gag.

“You’re the hottest piece of ass that I ever fucked, pretty boy,” he admitted in his husky voice.

His finger found my prostate again, and he rubbed it with the tip of his finger.

“In fact,” he added, leaning down over me. “As submissive as you are, you make the best little pussyboy bottom that I’ve ever had the privilege of raping.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned into the gag.

“You’re still hot for more of my meat, aren’t ya, boy?”

I nodded my head emphatically.

“That’s the way a good little faggot outta be…always ready for a man’s cock in his mouth or his pussy.”

After one last deep prostate rub, my intruder pulled his finger from my ass.

Moving above me, I felt his fingers loosening the ropes that held my wrists to the brass frame of my bed.

I was sort of disappointed for it to be over. Being tied up, gagged and raped by my role play masked stalker had been a fantasy of mine for so long, it was hard to believe that it was over already. I hoped that Coach Mike would want to play many more times after tonight.

After untying two of the three tight knots that had bound my wrists above me, he stopped.

“Now, comes the solo fun for you, boy,” he said, straightening his tall and broad frame and putting his duffle bag over his right shoulder. “You love being tied up so much that I’m going to leave you as you are.”

This unexpected twist caused a panic to flare through my body. In all of my bondage adventures, I had never just been left to free myself. This was nothing short of a terrifying prospect for me!

Shaking my head, I was mumbling my pleas into the gag.

He reached down and rubbed the mussed blond hair on my head. “Come now, pretty boy,” he said matter-of-factly. “I can’t just untie ya and have you call the police and report the break-in and rape without a couple of hours for me to make a clean getaway, can I boy?”

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!” I screamed into the gag.

“Don’t be scared, kid,” he said mirthfully. “I untied two of the three knots keeping those hands out of commission. In a couple of hours, you can work your hands free, and the rest will be cake. It’ll be an easy challenge for my new boy.”

Holy shit!

Pulling desperately at the ropes, I found that they were still tightly tied.

In what warped reality could this be seriously considered easy?

As the masked man turned to leave, he stopped. For a moment, I thought that he had changed his mind about leaving me tied up, gagged and helpless, but I was so wrong.

“Oh,” he said, grabbing the only key to my CB6000 chastity device off of my nightstand. “I accept your offer and will become your permanent key holder.”

He put the chain with the key to my imprisoned cock around his neck.

“Your ass belongs to me! You are my pussyboy now!” He growled. “Oh, and keep my dirty dress socks as souvenirs and make sure to save the rope for our next session, which will be very, very soon.”

And with that, he tromped out of the room with those boots of his scuffing across the hardwood floor....

I was left there gagged, tied by my ankles and wrists to the frame of my bed, locked in chastity with his cum leaking out of my abused hole….

 

It had taken me over three hours to free myself of all of the ropes. I know this because of my alarm clock on the dresser across my room. It had taken right at two hours and fifty five minutes to release my wrists from the single knot tied with the itchy rope. Coach Mike had been right. After I had gotten my hands free, I had easily released my ankles and pulled the duct tape off of my mouth without pulling too much of my hair. Lastly, I had removed the soaked wet dress socks from in between my lips.

Being literally strung up and raped had made me very weary. My legs and arms were sore from being stretched for so long, and my butthole ached from my captor’s brutal ass-pounding.

Despite being so tired, I was thrilled that Coach Mike had agreed to become my permanent key holder and that we would be playing again very soon.

Although I had only slept in self-induced locked chastity once and had suffered from a restless night, I had passed right out from pure exhaustion and slept for ten hours despite the tight confines around my cock….

 

The next morning, I woke up groggy and still mentally drained from my ordeal.

As usual, I slipped on a pair of boxer briefs and began my Saturday morning ritual. Walking into the kitchen and starting up the coffee maker, I could hear Shane and Tiffany from next door having an argument through the walls. According to their conversation, Shane had gotten drunk at a party and had flirted with another girl in front of Tiffany.

After rolling my eyes over their shenanigans, I glanced down at my arms and could not help but notice the severe ropeburns around my wrists and ankles. Taking my right hand and rubbing my left wrist, I flashed back to the previous hot night. Despite the burning marks of the itchy ropes, it had all been worth it to have finally fulfilled my long-held secret fantasy.

After coffee, I decided to give Coach Mike a call to thank him for the incredible time. Also, I was a little uneasy that a man that I didn’t really know had the only key to my locked chastity unit, so I figured that touching base with him would not be a bad idea and perhaps ease my mind on that front.

Grabbing my cell phone, I sat down on the couch in my living room and called him. He answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Sir,” I replied gleefully.

There was a pause on his end.

“Who the hell is this?!” Mike barked caustically.

“Uh…Sir, this is Nicholas…from last night.”

“What are ya talkin’ about, kid?”

“Ya got to be kidding with me, Coach Mike,” I said, dropping the formalities of the dominant and sub routine. “It’s me. Remember, you came over last night?”

“I didn’t go no-where last night,” he scoffed.

My heart sank, and the feeling of being held over the edge of a cliff came over me.

“Hey, weren’t you that bottom boy who wanted to play out that break-in scenario?”

My mouth fell open, and my lips trembled. My face reddened, and it felt as if my throat were closing up.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up. “Ya there?”

“Yeah,” I replied shakily. “Do you mean to tell me that you flaked out on me last night?!” I asked with my voice rising.

“Don’t get your panties in a wad, Nicky-boy!” Coach Mike shot back. “Sounds like a hot scene. Maybe I can come over tonight, and we can play it out.”

“Fuck that!” I screamed into the phone, clicking it off and throwing it across the couch from me.

As I drowned in the actuality that someone had actually broken into my apartment, tied me up, raped me and had taken the key to my CB6000, I curled my legs into my chest and grabbed them with my arms, rocking back and forth in complete and utter shock….

 

I could not wrap my head around this. It seemed like some sort of cruel hoax.

Maybe Coach Mike had been fucking with me?

Then, some things crossed my worried mind….

The masked man’s voice had been slightly different from Coach Mike’s. He had not brought a ballgag but had instead used his dirty dress socks and duct tape to gag my mouth. He had been uncut and a couple of inches more in length and girth than my intended stalker had been.

The horrible truth hit like Porta Potty being dropped out of an airplane on top of me! The hot fantasy had now vanished, and the reality of what had actually happened to me shook me to my inner-most core….

Regardless of the fact that I had thought it was a reality role play, it had all happened for real, and I had the ropeburn and the cum still up my ass from the whole experience. Apparently, I had actually been being stalked by someone!

That shit had been for real….

For hours, I sat in silence on my couch recalling and recounting every single detail that I could. I had been a stupid little fuck who had let an actual intruder into my apartment by leaving my door open for him. He could’ve hurt me or worse….

“Well,” I finally said to myself, trying to psych myself out of this terrified stupor as I turned on the TV with the remote from the coffee table. “I guess it’s all said and done now! I did this! It’s my fault….”

I tried to lose myself in a mindless reality show on MTV, but certain chilling questions continued to haunt me….

Who has been watching me for months? Who has actually been stalking me? Is it someone from the store? Is it someone from online? And who the hell has the key to my CB6000?

 

After beating myself up some more and failing to lose myself in Saturday afternoon bad TV, I heard the mailman slam the doors to the mailboxes out in the hallway. The sound reminded me that I was waiting on a bonus check to come in the mail from work.

Realizing that I was still in just a pair of boxer briefs with the massive bulge of my cock locked in chastity, I strolled dolefully back to my bedroom and put on an extra-loose pair of shorts and a t-shirt to go and check my mail.

Opening my door, I walked into the hallway to see that I was alone except for one of my next door neighbors. Dave, the straight guy in the apartment next door, was using his key to open his own mailbox.

“Hey, Dave,” I greeted him glumly.

Dressed in a white tank top, which showed off his chest and arms, and a pair of khaki cargo shorts, he looked up to greet me. “Nicholas,” he said with a curt nod.

I noted that Dave did a quick double take. He scanned me with his brown eyes, staring for a moment at the ropeburn on my wrists and ankles.

“Looks like you had a rough night, man.”

“I did,” I said with a sigh, opening my mailbox to see nothing inside.

“Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” I replied weakly with a forced smile.

“Ya sure you don’t wanna talk about it, Nicholas?” He asked genuinely.

“I truly appreciate that,” I stated absently. “That is kind of you to be concerned. Believe me, when I tell you that you’d never understand in a million years.” I paused. “I hardly believe it myself.”

Conversation was the last thing that I wanted, so I gave him a final smile and turned to walk back into my apartment.

Suddenly, from behind me, his large, right hand covered my mouth and the very strong fingers of his other hand closed around my left bicep.

“Why don’t you try me, boy?!” He questioned in a growl in a suddenly deepened and gravelly voice.

Chills ran up and down my body, and I nearly collapsed when I realized that Dave had been the man in the ski mask from the night before!

“Mmmmmppphhh!” I moaned with his hand covering my mouth.

He pressed his hard bulge into my ass. “I love it when you make that sound, pretty boy.”

I jerked away from him, and he released his original hold on me. But he quickly grabbed my left wrist with his big right hand, and his fingers squeezed the chaffed skin of my ropeburn.

“You?!” I gasped. “You’re the stalker from last night?!”

“Yes,” he said huskily. “It was me.” With his free hand, he grabbed a long chain from around his neck that had been hidden from my view by his tank top. He showed me the key to my CB6000 chastity unit. “And I’m also your permanent key holder now!”

He dropped the chain on the outside of his muscle shirt and cupped his large hand over the hard plastic of the chastity unit hidden under my baggy shorts.

“But…I thought…I thought…you were straight,” I said gaping up at his massive and suddenly formidable frame.

“I was!” Dave replied through his gritted teeth as he tightened his grip on my wrist. “After you flirted with me a couple of times and I gave you the brush-off, I started watching you. From the way that you shook that tight little ass of yours when you walked in my presence out in the parking lot or the hallway here, I knew that you were just begging for me to fuck you, and I finally wised up and realized that I wanted to nail that hot little pussyhole of yours! I was a dumbass, though, and it took me a while to wrap my head around wanting to fuck you and dominate you instead of a chick.”

“You’ve been stalking me?!” I asked incredulously.

“Yes!” He proclaimed proudly in that gravelly voice. “You gotta problem with that, boy?!”

“No,” I insisted. “I just don’t understand how all of this happened.”

“Like I said, I’ve been watching you and listening to your phone conversations for months. Remember, the walls are paper-thin here.”

“So, you heard me telling my fantasy about being stalked and raped to that dipshit from online on Thursday night?”

“Yes,” he admitted gruffly as he pulled my small frame into his hard body. I could feel the solid muscles of his brawny body. “I’m a real dominant…not like those fuckers online! I hijacked your little fantasy and brought it to life for ya by tying ya up and raping your tight little boypussy. But you see, that’s the kind of sex that I used to have with submissive females too.... When you caught my cock’s attention, all of my focus centered on you, Nicholas. When I found out you were as kinky as I am, I knew that I had to come and claim you!”

His hand circled my waist, and he grabbed my ass.

“But what if that idiot had shown up last night?” I asked him.

“You were tied up and gagged with my funky socks,” Dave replied through narrowed eyes with a wicked grin on his face. “You weren’t in any condition to receive company…aside from me.”

“I…I,” I stammered. “This is all so wild. I don’t understand, Dave.”

“Call me Sir!” He spat viciously. “As a submissive boy, it’s not your place to understand. All you need to know is that you belong to me now, and I’m gonna be tying you up and raping you all the time from here on out! And expect to role play every fantasy in the book, pretty boy!”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, looking up into his commanding and rugged face.

“That’s more like it,” he said with a crooked smile. “You got an errand to run in a few minutes.”

“What’s that, Sir?”

“Drive down to the hardware store on Madison and get a spare key to your apartment made! You will be submitting that to me tonight along with your mouth and your pussy.”

“Tonight, Sir?”

“That’s right,” he replied with a predatory look on his handsome face. “Sometimes after 7:00PM tonight, unlock your front door. Be sure to be in a fresh jock and make sure all of your lights are off! Soon after, I’ll creep into your apartment, grab you, and we’ll commence all over again, but this time know that it’s me under the ski mask and not some flaky dipshit guy from online….”

“Absolutely,” I said excitedly. “Absolutely, Sir.”

He smiled. “Realize this, boy…. You belong to me now! And you keep being a good boy and doing exactly as you are told, and this could be the start of a real, beautiful thing.”

With my spirits soaring, I looked up at him with amazed eyes. “I promise you, Sir. I’ll be a damn good boy.”

And like a good submissive boy, I kept my word to my new dominant, and just like that, my days of cruising for cock online were over....

 

The End

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Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy:

Homecoming:

 

#1 in on the Gay & Lesbian Fiction Chart in The United States, The United Kingdom, Canada and Germany.... 18 year-old, Lucas Hudson has six weeks remaining before leaving his small town for college, but first, he must adjust to the return of his new stepbrother, Dane Bolton, from the Marine Corps. Although initially reluctant about the return of the local hero and former football jock, who had been three years ahead of him in high school, Lucas develops an instant crush on his new stepdad’s son. 21 year-old, Dane Bolton is a dominant marine with a kinky side and has secretly been fixated on Lucas long before they were stepbrothers. Under the guise of bonding with his new little brother, Dane quickly becomes controlling and starts to take over Lucas’ life. With a deep and mostly untouched submissive nature, Lucas is ripe for the picking and falls completely under the spell of the dynamic Alpha Male. Dane, who will stop at nothing to possess the object of his longtime fantasy, spins Lucas into his web. Dane attempts to take control of the young, blonde boy and demands nothing less than Lucas’ complete and total submission. In this erotic novel filled with love, possession and obsession, Dane and Lucas struggle to overcome many obstacles on their way to happiness which most importantly includes their respective parents.

 

Breaking History:

 

Young Thomas Jansen is in love...the only problem is that he has feelings for his straight, recently divorced high school history teacher, Mr. Worthington. After finding a personal ad placed by Mr. Worthington, seeking submissive males or females to explore his recently discovered bi-sexual side with, Thomas is on a mission to seduce the object of his affection. Little does Thomas know that the intellectual, Cooper Worthington, has some hidden desires of his own that are aimed right back at the 18 year-old, red-haired twink. In this story of seduction, desire and an erotic chemistry that borders on the taboo...will Thomas and Cooper find true love and be able to Break History or will the confines of their prior teacher and student relationship stop their attraction in its tracks?

 

Blackmail and Bondage:

 

Lance Livestrong is an 18 year old baseball jock, who is desperate to make a name for himself and get noticed at King's Landing University. The misguided teen is caught buying illegal steroids by Chief of Security, Tank Thompson. Instead of turning the young boy over to the coach and the police, the ex-Marine has something much different in mind. Knowing that Lance never had a father, Tank decides to claim the boy as his own and become the dominant dad that the young jock never had.

 

Big Joe and the Prep School Soccer Jock:

 

After a three year tour in the Army, Joe Collins returns to his hometown of Lancaster, South Carolina. With six months to kill before he can start college, the only temporary job that the six foot eight inch ex-soldier can find is work as a janitor at the exclusive all-boy's boarding school of Lancaster Academy. After being nicknamed Big Joe by the wealthy boys at the prep school, he is resigned to survive the boring job for just a few months.
Wealthy and gorgeous, Ryan Martin is a young soccer jock with a knack for getting into trouble, and he is on his last warning prior to expulsion. Things get interesting for Big Joe when he catches Ryan smoking weed in the janitor's closet. Facing expulsion from the prep school and being disinherited by his grandfather, Ryan begs Big Joe not to turn him in to the chancellor. Joe, a dominant total top who has the hots for young Ryan, strikes a bargain with the straight teen soccer jock in exchange for his silence. That bargain is nothing short of Ryan becoming Big Joe's complete and total sexual submissive.

 

My New Dad - The Cop:

 

After getting kicked out of college, Baker is forced to return to his hometown and move in with his mom and his new step-father, Chuck, who just happens to be a cop. After catching the rebellious teen breaking curfew, the burly cop decides to show Baker that there is only one alpha male in their house. Taking control of the teen, Chuck is intent on becoming the strong, masculine influence that the boy has always needed.

 

 

Revenge of the Bossy Bottom:

 

Logan Carter, an ambitious Power Bottom, has worked for Cabot Investments for four years. During that four years, Logan has been passed over for three promotions by his straight, arrogant boss, Jack Powers. On the eve of finding out if he has been promoted to Vice President of Cabot, Logan discovers that his boss has been embezzling from the company. Armed with this knowledge, Logan demands the job, part of the stolen money and sex with his hot, straight boss. Will Logan get everything that he wants or will his scheme blow up in his face?

 

My Lifeguard:

 

During the last summer before leaving for college, Corey Sullivan is shipped off to spend all of his vacation with his grandparents at a retirement community on the Gulf of Mexico. Convinced it will be the most boring summer of his life, Corey meets hunky lifeguard, Hudson Wheeler, and fireworks ensue. Corey and the massive blonde jock give into their chemistry with explosive results.

 

Extremes:

 

Extremes is an intense novella that follows the story of a wayward teen, Colby Denton. On his 18th birthday, Colby is kidnapped by his ex-stepfather, Duke. Not only does Duke still see Colby as his son, he also has taken it upon himself to put his ex-stepson on a different path. Unbeknownst to both of them, a secret from the past will bond them forever.

 

Playing With Fire:

 

Playing With Fire is the story of Kansas cowboy and ranch foreman, Steed McKinnon. Steed's world is turned upside down by the return of his boss' 19 year old son, Cullen Buchanan. Cullen seduces the straight cowboy, but Steed quickly develops an intense attraction for the hot bottom. Will they be able to keep their affair secret from the ranch patriarch, Mr. Buchanan?

 

The Interview:

 

After a failed job interview, Matt Stern is pulled over by a motorcycle cop on the side of a Mississippi highway. Instead of getting a ticket for speeding, the dominant cop offers Matt an alternative. Little does Matt know that he is being interviewed again by the hot cop for a job that he never expected.

 

Coach Stark and The Kidnapping Game:

 

For years, baseball coach, Bryan Stark, has been searching for the bottom of his dreams. Unfortunately, the road to such goals can be paved with a lot of potholes. His luck changes when he stumbles across his star freshman shortstop, Dalton Reed, tied up and gagged in his office. Although Coach Stark's unique find turns out to be a team hazing ritual and not to a gift from the Gods, Coach Stark and Dalton discover a fetish that both of them share. This realization bonds them in ways that they never thought was possible and leads to a kinky, man-on-man kidnapping game, which ends with explosive results.

 

Five-Finger Discount:

 

Five-Finger Discount is the erotic short story of a fraternity prank gone wrong. When fraternity pledge, Brett Andrews, is ordered to shoplift as part of his initiation into the brotherhood, he is captured by two horny security guards. Once he mouths off to them, Brett's fate is sealed, and he finds two massive probes ready for both of his entries.

 

The Ballad of Luke James:

 

Set amidst the backdrop of the Battle of Little Bighorn in the days of the Wild West, The Ballad of Luke James is the story of a handsome and hung cowboy outlaw, who happens to be the first cousin of Jesse James. At 24, Luke realizes that it is only a matter of time before a younger, quicker cowboy comes along to shoot him in the back. Looking to pull off one last job before moving on to greener pastures, Luke's gang kidnaps the son of a wealthy rancher to hold for ransom. Luke's world is turned upside down when the rugged cowboy falls for the submissive rich teen boy. Will Luke and young Dillon Donovan be able to ride off into the sunset together or will the gunslinger go down in a blaze of glory?

 

Seducing Coach Ryker:

 

With a football scholarship on the line, high school jock, Brody Pike, wants to ensure that Coach Ryker does not cut him from the first string before the big game. The football jock seduces his straight, divorced coach and shows him how a hot bottom boy can please a man.

 

Dominated...at the Gym:

 

Cody, a hot young bottom and 20 year-old college student, had always dreamed of finding a dominant jock to submit to. With his hopes at their lowest, Cody meets Kurt, and a humdrum day at the gym turns his world upside down.

 

The Son I Never Had:

 

This erotic novella examines the unique bond between an alpha male, high school principal and an obedient baseball jock. Principal Patrick Murphy is celebrating both his divorce and his 37th birthday. His natural chemistry with baseball jock, Luke Bottoms, leads to an unexpected romance, which explores the world of dominance and submission...a place they can both call home.

 

Dominance and Revenge:

 

In this intense and gritty erotic novella, campus security guard and former United States Marine, Drake Spartan, apprehends a gay basher, who happens to be the son of a very rich man. When no charges are filed against the wealthy baseball jock, Drake decides to seek revenge and teach the spoiled rich boy a lesson that he will never forget.

 

Ganymede 4:

 

Ganymede 4 is a controversial and sexually-charged gay science fiction epic novel. A Terran Empire starship is pulled into a wormhole on the other side of the galaxy. The ill-fated ship crashes on a strange and uncharted planet. Star-crossed former lovers, Burke Wolfhampton and Sitka Drakos lead a small group of survivors in an effort to build a new life on a hostile world.

Burke Wolfhampton is the dominant Galactic Marine, who must take charge of the group of survivors. Sitka Drakos is the ship's First Officer, who is Burke's former lover and is plagued by prophetic dreams. Axel Steele is the bold and daring Marine, who falls for the submissive, aristocratic young jock, Brodie Halifax. Nagomi Moombazza is the female Marine of German and African descent, who is both tough and aloof. Jedrek Hamilton is the handsome and resourceful colonist, who is protective of the pampered actor, Bazkin Anders. Dexia Touchstone is the free-spirited xenobiologist with a headful of red curls. All of them will face a planet that will defy their understanding of biology, family, sex and gender.

 

The Christmas Bottom:

 

Bob Dickens is one lonely top. Dreading a Christmas alone, Bob has a very bad case of the holiday blues. On Christmas morning, he wakes to find a very special gift from someone claiming to be Santa Claus. Inside of the box, Bob finds his pretty boy co-worker, Jake Marley, tied up, gagged and wearing only a jockstrap. Is this gift actually from Santa or someone closer to home?
The Christmas Bottom is a tale crammed full of holiday cheer, romance, the spirit of giving, bondage, spanking and red hot man on man sex.

 

Cops and Robbers:

 

For many, Cops and Robbers is the ultimate role play fantasy. For young cop, Josh Castle, it is about to become his reality.... Fresh out of the police academy, Josh Castle is restless and wanting and make a name for himself. Impetuous, the rookie cop follows a tip and gets kidnapped and taken hostage by a ruthless bank robber with a taste for submissive younger men. The rookie cop's life is turned upside by Zeke Harrington, the control-freak bank robber, who claims the young jock as his boy and decides to hold onto Josh at all costs.

 

The Substitute Wife: AMAZON #1 GAY BEST SELLER!

 

After his mother had split with a trucker two years prior, Austin had taken his mother's place in his step father's life....Austin cooks for Hank. He cleans the house for Hank. He washes his step father's clothes. There is only one womanly duty thing that Austin does not take care of....On Austin's 18th birthday, Hank decides that it is now time for his step son to service all of his needs....

 

The Substitute Wife Part Two:

 

In this sequel to the Amazon Gay #1 Best Seller: The Substitute Wife, Hank and Austin Conroy have left their small town in Missouri for Cedar Rapids. Dominant Hank has now married his submissive, Austin. The newlyweds face an indecent proposal as well as a dangerous foe.

 

The Substitute Wife Part Three:

 

The romance of Hank and Austin Conroy continues in the third installment of the best-selling short story. Dominant Hank and submissive Austin are about to celebrate Austin's 19th birthday and their one year wedding anniversary. The festivities are halted by the shocking return of Austin no-good mother, Angie. Will her desperate schemes destroy Hank and Austin's bright future together?

 

Dude, The Coach Wants to See You:

 

After a poor performance in a wrestling exhibition, high school wrestler, Rob Hill, gets called into the coach's office. Power top, Coach Murdock wants far more from young Rob than just an apology....

 

The Errant Bag Boy:

 

Drew Fahey is a small-town bag boy at the local grocery store. After several days of coming in late to work, his boss, Mr. Hammer, has had enough. Drew has been a bad boy, and Mr. Hammer decides to show him exactly how bad. In order to keep his job, Drew must do anything that the boss tells him.

 

The Pizza Boy Always Rings Twice:

 

Hunter Jordan is a dominant top, who is seeking a submissive bottom. After a blind date turns into a hideous surprise, Hunter returns home very frustrated and begins to kill a 12 pack of beer. After ordering a pizza, Hunter decides to turn his search for a bottom toward the pizza delivery boy, who has been checking out his package for the last two years.

 

The Away Game:

 

After losing the playoffs, baseball jocks, Brock and Davey, share a motel room after their disappointing away game. Little does Davey know that Brock has always wanted a little brother and has his eye on him for that role. With the help of a 12 pack of beer, Brock subdues young Davey, ties him up and teaches him how to please his new big brother....

 

Mergers and Acquisitions:

 

Hot Atlanta bottom, Shane Connelly, works a white collar job in an office building. His boss, Burke Houston, is the son of the founder of the company and an asshole. The untamed bottom and the mean, ex-football jock turned executive go head to head. Shane finds out - once and for all - who is really in charge.

 

Under the Tall Pines (Series) by Keith Yates:

 

Check out the Under the Tall Pines online serial by Keith Yates (my pseudonym).

Only .99 cents per episode!

Series description:

 

Welcome to the most fabulous eBook serial on the web.... Under the Tall Pines is a sexually charged and campy roller coaster ride based in the small town of Dark Pines, Mississippi. Written in the tradition of the late, great prime-time soaps of the 1980's, the story is a distinct, modern twist on Southern, small-town life. The work focuses on an ensemble group of unforgettable characters. Soap opera actress Kristen Lancaster returns to her childhood home to resolve her deceased father's affairs, but soon finds herself with affairs of her own. Worth Westerveldt is the handsome and ruthless businessman and undisputed head of the Westerveldt family. William Everett is a sweet, gay college professor with a questionable partner. Tawana Tatum is an aspiring country singer with terrible luck. Julie Westerveldt is the pampered wife, who suspects her husband of infidelity. Olympia St. James is a lusty vixen with unquenchable tastes for alcohol and men. Duke Culpepper is the rugged and protective rancher with a heart of gold, looking for a man to call his own. Dean Westerveldt is the hunky football jock - just returned from college. Tim Reid is an out and proud community college student with a knack for making mistakes....

 

Available in multiple eBook formats and platforms at Smashwords, Amazon, Apple (I-Tunes), Kobo, Nook, Sony & Diesel….

 

Episode 1: Return to Dark Pines

Episode 2: The Red Bird

Episode 3: The River

Episode 4: The Clock Strikes

Episode 5: Storm Warning

Episode 6: Secrets, Lies and Revelations

Episode 7: Before and After

Episode 8: Consequences

Episode 9: Sin and Desire

Episode 10: The Long Road

Episode 11: Distant Thunder

Episode 12: Once...Twice...Three Times the Crazy

 

The Complete First Season compilation now available.

 

Season Two:

Episode 13: Secrets and Lies

 

Roadside Assistance:

 

Kyle Caldwell is a horny frat boy on his way to New Orleans for a fraternity convention. When Kyle's new BMW breaks down, Kyle finds himself stranded. Alpha male mechanic and top, Briggs Boudreaux, is dispatched and brings young Kyle's car in for repairs. Chemistry flares between the two, and Briggs shows Kyle the true meaning of the words Roadside Assistance. Unexpectedly, romantic sparks also fly. Could Kyle be in store for more than just learning to be a submissive bottom?

 

Justin Weaver and the Star Maker:

 

In this satirical, cynical and erotic novella set behind the scenes of the music industry, Power Bottom, Justin Weaver, catches the attention of The Star Maker, a music industry talent mogul. Together, they plan to make Justin a household name and international star by exploiting the tween market. Before that can happen, Justin learns that singing and looks are not the only talents that he will need.

 

Justin Weaver and The Sadistic Audition:

 

Power Bottom and aspiring pop singer, Justin Weaver, continues his journey to fortune and fame in the second installment of The Justin Weaver Series. After developing feelings for his manager, Foster, Justin learns a harsh lesson about love. With a recording contract on the line, Justin must impress Mr. Griffin, the CEO of Rough Trade Records, with a very unorthodox audition.

 

 

The Nine-Inch Cure for the Blues:

 

After seeing the only man that he ever loved engaged to a woman and giving him the cold shoulder at a rugby reunion, Jeremy is depressed. On his way back home, the young jock almost runs out of gas and is forced to pull over at a rural gas station in the middle of no-where. The country boy running the gas station has a nine-inch tool that will fix all of Jeremy's problems.

 

 

 

 

About the Author:

 

Currently, I live in Memphis, TN and am happily single. I do enjoy hearing from my readers, so feel free to drop me a line and let me know if you enjoyed The Stalker at wolfjock@gmail.com.

 

“I want to sincerely thank all of my readers! Because of you, I have spoken to and made new friends from across the globe on every continent with the exception of Antarctica - to my knowledge. Your kind words and encouragement have meant the world to me. I answer all emails, so feel free to contact me.” - Love, Keegan....

Single gay male writer with a vivid imagination and a love for D/s fiction.

Author of Homecoming: #1 on the Amazon Gay & Lesbian e-book chart in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Top 100 Genre Fiction #75.(April, 2013)

Author of The Substitute Wife: #1 on the Amazon Gay & Lesbian e-book chart (May, 2012)

Also author of top tens on Amazon: My Boss' Son, The Substitute Wife Part Two, The Substitute Wife Part Three, My Lifeguard, The Nine-Inch Cure for the Blues, The Interview, Dude, The Coach Wants to See You and The Christmas Bottom (2012, 2013).

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