The Handy Man

Joe is a handyman with a fondness for raping people. Convinced the police will catch up with him, he finds that justice comes from the most unlikely of places, and gets just what he deserves.
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Joe was an electrician, plumber, builder and general all-round handyman. He had worked for a small company for a month or so, and had been sent to customers homes to apply his skills. When he had first started the job he had looked forward to visiting all these houses. This was partly because he had watched a fair amount of porn and therefore thought that, just like in those seedy films, sexy housewives would throw themselves at his feet whilst spouting clichés and innuendo and allow him to do the most wicked, degrading things to them while their husbands were at work. This did not happen in real life. What he was faced with instead were elderly couples who couldn’t work new-fangled television sets, angry women yelling at him because he was apparently late and their washing machine needed installing immediately, and fat men with overflowing toilets.

He did try. He flirted with women and men (Joe would never miss a sexual opportunity) only to get told sternly that they were happily married, or, in one case, receive a punch in the face. He didn’t like this job, he was about ready to quit when finally he got what he wanted.

The boy was fifteen years old, cute and had brown curly hair. The kid had flirted with him. He really had. They’d been in the bedroom and Joe had been mending the radiator, but the second he tried to touch the boy he suddenly decided that he didn’t want to have sex with him after all. Something inside Joe snapped and he raped him. Joe should have felt guilty but he didn’t, not even when the boy started crying. Somehow, that just turned him on even more. He’d never felt such power before. He felt so strong and in control and feeling the boy struggle underneath him sent him over the edge.

That night he couldn’t sleep, he was violently sick but it wasn’t brought on by guilt, regret or any of the emotions he should have been feeling. He was terrified he’d get caught. The boy and his family knew where he worked. He just hoped that the kid wouldn’t go to the police and that he’d be too ashamed to tell anyone.

He didn’t go back to work the next day - he never went back there again. Instead he packed up his few worldly possessions in his white van, left his rented flat behind and drove from town to town staying in cheap hotels and, on several occasions, sleeping in the van itself.

He couldn’t forget how good it had felt to rape someone. He wanted to do it again. He posted an advert in the local newspaper advertising himself as a handyman. It amazed him that people would allow a complete stranger into their home, especially when they were all on their own.

Joe was well built. Although he was a big man, it was all muscle. A life spent as a handyman had made him strong and it was his brute strength that gave him the confidence to rape the next person, who was a tall, dark haired man. This man was stronger than the boy had been and put up more of a fight, but Joe was pleased to find that just like the boy, he was able to reduce this fully grown man to tears.

Joe preferred raping men than raping woman. In his experience they put up more of a fight, they became angrier at what was happening to them which made that drop into complete submission and shame even more arousing for Joe. And, in most cases, when he fucked them he knew that they’d never been taken up the ass before and probably never would again. He was taking their virginity. The thrill he got from dominating someone so completely gave him a greater pleasure than he had ever known.

The number of his victims rose steadily. After raping someone he’d leave town that very same day and move on to another city far away. He’d advertise in the local paper again until the perfect person invited him into their home. Sometimes it took months. He’d even do the jobs he had been offered in order to fund his hobby, and also to spread word of mouth. His customers were recommending him to their friends! It made him laugh.

He’d been in this current tiny town for two months already and still no luck. He was getting fidgety, he felt like an addict desperate for his next fix. He parked the van at the side of the road and walked the short distance to the address the woman had told him over the phone. He walked up the gravel drive and knocked on the front door, telling himself that, even if she was an ugly, old, whale of a woman, she’d just have to do. He needed it.

The door opened and he was greeted by a tall slender lady with sleek black hair and an equally dark suit. Oh yes, Joe thought, she’d definitely do. He followed her into the hall, clutching his work bag tightly in his hand. It had the usual workman tools, including a rope to get them to keep still, and a Stanley knife just in case the victim required a little more convincing to quieten down because there’s nothing quite like holding a blade to someone’s throat to get them to submit to you.

“It’s the oven,” she said, “and just when I need it most!”

Joe’s face fell as he followed her into the kitchen. There were six people sat around the dining table and another four leaning merrily, wineglasses in hand, against the walls. He could hear voices from the other rooms, so it wasn’t like he could just take her away somewhere quiet, and anyway, how was he supposed to get her on her own? “Lets go into the bathroom, I have something to show you,” just doesn’t cut it.

He only half listened as she described her dinner-time emergency, disappointment growing inside him, and then he muttered something about having to get the spare parts out of his van and found himself outside power walking across the gravel, away from the disastrous dinner-party. He had no intention of fixing that oven, he just didn’t care, not even about the money. As he walked towards his van he began to plan which town he would go to next, he was sick of this boring place with its lack of rape-able people and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He was just climbing into the front seat when he heard someone call after him. He rolled his eyes, expecting it to just be one of the partygoers chasing after him, but then he saw the person in the side mirror and upon realising that the young man jogging towards him was quite attractive he decided to see what it was that he wanted.

The young man slowed to a stop by the driver’s window and swept his unruly blonde hair from his eyes before flashing Joe a quick smile. The handyman wound down his window and leant his arm outside, peering down at the boy who appeared to be in his late teens, Joe thought. He was slender of build, with delicate, pretty features. He was much shorter than Joe and seemed weak and vulnerable in comparison to the strong handyman. The young man gasped for breath and braced his hands on his knees. “Sorry, Mate, I just saw the ‘handyman’ sign on your van and thought I’d better run and catch you before you drove off. It’s quite handy I found you because I desperately need your help.”

“Well, I’d be happy to help you,” Joe replied, trying to stop the cruel smirk from spreading across his face in his excitement.

“My parents are out of town and there has been a slight incident involving a football and the doorbell – which now refuses to work… but anyway,” the young man looked embarrassed, a slight blush spreading across his face and Joe felt himself getting hard as he imagined what he wanted to do to him and how much redder he could make the boys skin go.

And the boy’s parents were out of town! Was he at home all alone? His question was quickly answered as though the boy had read his very mind.

“Naturally, my friends vanished at the first sign of trouble and have left poor muggins here to get someone to fix it all on my own. I’m just driving home now so follow me to where I live, okay? It isn’t far.”

“Sure, sure.” Joe said, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice.

“My name is Danny, by the way,” the young man said, reaching out and shaking Joe’s hand vigorously.

“I’m Pete,” Joe lied.

The next thing Joe knew he was following a little red car down the road. The short journey seemed like hours as he looked at the back of Danny’s head. Blonde wisps of hair stirred in the breeze that came in though the window that was wound down in the warm weather and Joe imagined grabbing a fistful of that hair as he forced that face down onto his aching cock.

Joe parked the white van behind the red car on the concrete drive and he picked up his workbag and jumped out of the van. He followed Danny up the drive, glancing at the garden gnomes that seemed to grin conspiratorially at him as though egging him on. Danny walked up to the rockery by the front door and bent over to search among the rocks. Joe watched Danny’s ass - clad in tight blue denim - as it moved in front of him, knowing that he would soon be pulling those jeans down around Danny’s ankles.

Oblivious, the young man turned and gave him a warm and friendly smile, waving a key in front of his face. “I keep telling my parents not to leave that key there, anyone could wander in!” he laughed. “I’ll have to give them a stern talking to.”

Danny pressed the doorbell. “Usually it plays a very loud and annoying jingle. Even with the door closed like this you can still hear it – but now… nothing. Can you take the front off it?”

Joe fumbled in a side pocket of his bag and pulled out a screwdriver. He knelt in front of the doorbell and started undoing the screws, glancing at the closed door distractedly. All he needed was for the boy to open that door and he could follow him inside where no one could see them and then he could do whatever he wanted to him. Out here people could wander past at any moment and catch him mid-molest. Across the road someone was mowing their lawn, and someone else was taking their dog for a walk. All possible witnesses, that is, if they didn’t try to get involved and rescue the blonde man themselves. Joe had to get through that door. Maybe Danny would go inside to get money to pay him.

“Pete, can I get you tea? Coffee?”

Perfect, thought Joe, that’ll get the door open. “Tea, please.”

He heard the click of the door as it unlocked. He started to get up to his feet but he wasn’t quick enough. The door closed behind the boy, forming a sturdy barrier between them both. He tried the handle but the door must have locked itself. Fine, he thought, starting to feel quite irritated, I’ll wait until he opens the door to come back out again then force my way inside.

Joe felt his anger and irritation heighten when Danny re-emerged from around the side of the house, apparently from a side door. This is getting ridiculous, he was never going to get into the house at this rate. He took a quick sip of the sweet tea to calm his nerves.

He could wait until Danny went inside to fetch his money but that relied on the money being inside, it could just as easily be in the blonde man’s pocket, and it also relied on Joe actually completing his task, which he was finding increasingly difficult to concentrate on, especially with the blonde man sat on the doorstep sipping tea so delicately.

“I need to check the wires leading to the bells inside the house,” Joe said hopefully, downing his tea in one enormous gulp then looking at Danny who was still sipping daintily.

Danny raised an eyebrow as he peered over his teacup. “You sure? The football only hit the outside bit.”

“Yeah, yeah… the wires might have short-circuited,” Joe lied, embarrassed by the nonsensical nature of his explanation, but Danny seemed to trust him.

With a shrug, the boy got up and unlocked the door again. “My dad’s hearing isn’t very good so he’s got the bell wired into the kitchen, living room, and bedroom.”

“We’d better try them all,” Joe said, glad that the boy was facing the door and couldn’t see the smirk twist across his lips.

Danny opened the door and beckoned Joe to follow him. The handyman closed the door behind him and felt it lock again. Dropping the screwdriver back into his bag, he walked along the corridor feeling like an unstoppable predator as he followed Danny into the living room. He stared at the walls, covered in a green paisley pattern. There was a comfy yet old fashioned three piece suite striped with cream and green and the walls were adorned with paintings of flowers and family photographs. All surfaces were covered with tacky figurines. Joe wondered just how old this guy’s parents were.

Danny had found the bell on the wall and he was talking but the handyman wasn’t listening. A smile had plastered itself across Joe’s face. Finally, after all this time searching for a suitable victim, here he was and there was no stopping him. He’d been looking forward to this so much. He started rooting around in his bag, pulling out the rope which he would use to tie the boys wrists together, rendering him entirely helpless.

In the corner of the room the little television set was on, the weatherman telling them that the weather would be bright and sunny, just how Joe was feeling, he reflected happily. Then the broadcaster read out the news in a dull voice. Joe considered turning the volume up, just to cover Danny’s inevitable screams and sobs from any mailmen or milkmen that might come to the door.

Danny had now forgotten all about the bell and was watching the rope suspiciously as Joe flexed it in his hands. The blonde stared up into Joe’s eyes suspiciously and let out a nervous little laugh. “Heh… wh… what’s the rope for? Pete, why do you-”

“-Joe Parkinson, wanted for the rape of a fifteen year old boy and at least five other men and women, has been sighted on two separate occasions in the past week. The police constable has issued a description of the white van that he drives-” the television blurted out.

Joe’s stomach dropped, he suddenly felt lightheaded and like he might throw up. His legs felt weak as he watched his own face stare back at him from the television screen. Sighted twice?! How long had the police been on his trail for? And the fifteen year old boy that they mentioned… he had been Joe’s very first… the kid must have gone to the police after all…

Joe’s attention was distracted away from the screen as Danny tried to run for the door, and as nauseous and weak as Joe felt, he still managed to leap in front of the younger man, grab him by the shoulders and throw him against the wall, his own bodyweight following and pinning the smaller man.

Danny let out a terrified shriek and turned into a wild thing, arms flailing crazily as his feet attempted to kick at Joe. The boy was stronger than Joe had expected, suddenly gaining the strength of a cornered, scared animal, but Joe was still more powerful. The blonde’s struggling turned Joe on, and was a welcome distraction from the newscasters revealing speech. He’d try not to think about that news report just now, he’d just get lost in the moment. Just enjoy this and then panic about his future later.

Danny dropped to the floor and attempted to crawl on all fours away from Joe, only to have his arms suddenly pulled backwards and held behind him, causing him to loose his balance and topple forwards as his face collided painfully into the carpet. Behind the boy, Joe’s hands were shaking with excitement as well as nerves brought on by the newscasters speech as he tied Danny’s wrists together with the rope, keeping his victim’s arms securely behind his back. Then, with a grunt, he lifted the struggling blonde, dragging him over to the nearby comfy chair and threw him facedown into it, the boy’s chest against the seat and his knees against the floor, his ass raised and vulnerable.

Danny tried to slide off the chair and get up onto his knees, only to be forced back down into the chair by the weight of the handyman’s body over him. He let out a panicked sound as he felt the bigger man’s groin press against his ass, even through both of their clothing he could feel a definite bulge pressing against him and Danny’s struggling became more desperate. One of Joe’s enormous hands roughly shoved Danny’s face down into the cushions, hurting his already bruised nose, whilst his other hand snaked under him and undid the front of Danny’s jeans and started to pull those and his underwear down his hips.

The blonde was begging for Joe not to hurt him, to stop what he was doing and let him go, but the pleading was muffled by the cushions that his face was still being pressed against, and Joe refused to do what he was being asked, instead delighting in the boy’s desperate cries and getting off on Danny’s obvious distress.

The boy’s jeans and underwear were down around his knees now, and Joe shifted back slightly to get a better view of Danny’s newly bared ass. His cheeks were round and pink, they were smooth and soft when he stroked a hand down across the naked skin, then gave it a hard slap.

The lack of Joe’s bodyweight pressing over his back coupled with the hand roaming over his bare behind caused Danny to thrash around even more desperately and try to kick at the man behind him. The boys struggling was hindered by his arms being held securely behind his back and by the man bent over him, but even still, the handyman was starting to find it difficult to keep his victim under control, and so he tried to quell this behaviour by landing a few blows against the boy’s shoulder and the back of his head but this only seemed to make the kid panic even further and try even harder to get away.

Joe was beginning to feel worn out. As much as fighting against the struggling teen turned him on, trying to keep this guy to keep still was exhausting. He didn’t usually get worn out this quickly, maybe he hadn’t been keeping up with his exercise, but he didn’t want to run the risk of this kid getting the upper hand and so he reached down to the bag beside him and pulled out the Stanley knife.

He grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and yanked Danny’s head up. The boy’s eyes widened when he saw the blade move in front of him and he let out a sob as it pressed against his throat.

“Stop fucking struggling or I’ll cut your throat open,” Joe informed him.

Danny was shaking, his voice was full of terror, “Oh shit, Oh shit, don’t…”

“Stay fucking still then,” Joe shouted before pushing the boy’s head back down against the cushions and carefully moving the knife around to the nape of his neck, giving the boy even more incentive to keep his head down. He relished the sound of the boy’s tears coming full force and ran his finger down his ass-crack before stopping to run circles around his tightly closed hole. He pushed his finger in, drawing a pained gasp from his victim.

Joe’s hands fumbled with his own fly, and he pulled his cock out of his trousers. He was so hard it hurt and he wasted no time in pushing his cock deep inside of the sobbing boy. The kid was so tight that it hurt Joe’s cock, the boy’s muscles clamped down painfully around his dick and he wondered distractedly if maybe he should have used lube or at least used his fingers a bit more to loosen him up. But the kid was shaking and sobbing, with the occasional scream escaping his lips, and it turned Joe on so much that he easily disregarded the pain.

“Relax, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed into the blonde’s ear as he began to rock his hips. Right now, it all seemed so worth it, even if the police caught up with him, for this ecstasy, it was entirely worth it. It felt so good. He closed his eyes, listening to the wonderfully terrified and pained sounds that the boy was making as he fucked him.

Joe opened his eyes, his head was spinning slightly. He felt so weak, why did he feel this tired? Even the effort of holding this guy down, of rocking his hips, seemed to drain his strength too much. Joe’s fingers lost their grip of the Stanley knife and it slid down onto the cushions. Danny noticed it but there was nothing the kid could do, his hands were still tied behind his back. Joe couldn’t pick it up again, suddenly he needed both hands just to keep himself steady, to keep himself upright. What was happening to him? It seemed so difficult to move suddenly, it took all of his energy just to get his arms and legs to support his weight.

Danny was still trapped beneath him, Joe’s dick still buried deep inside his ass, but without the imminent danger of the blade against his neck, Danny began to struggle again. His arms were still stuck behind his back and without his hands to help him he found escaping very difficult, but he could tell that there was something wrong with his attacker and he used this opportunity as best he could. The handyman had stopped gyrating but even still, it seemed at first that all the boys struggling achieved was to push his own body up and down on the cock deep inside him, drawing yet more pained sounds from the blonde’s lips. Eventually he managed to wiggle his way out from under him, letting out an audible relieved sound when Joe’s cock popped out of his ass.

Joe felt himself being kicked to the floor and looked up through confused eyes as Danny got to his feet, standing up nervously on the comfy chair. The boy fought against the rope that still bound his wrists behind his back and, never taking his eyes off Joe, he reached down for the Stanley knife and used that to help cut the ropes until they fell down onto the floor. Danny hurriedly pulled up his trousers and then he rubbed his hand across his neck where the blade had drawn dots of blood. His face was still red and streaked with tears but he seemed to have calmed down slightly and Joe wondered why the boy was just staring at him stupidly instead of running away. The blonde watched the handy man suspiciously until, slowly, a smile crept across Danny’s lips and he let out a sudden burst of relieved laughter.

“That really fucking hurt!” He shouted angrily, but a smile still pulled at the corner of his mouth. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you into the house yet, but then I didn’t know it would take so long for the poison to take effect. Oh, don’t look so worried,” Danny laughed at the expression that gripped the handyman’s face, “It won’t kill you. Just paralyse you for a while. I was beginning to think you were immune to it.”

Danny was still stood on the chair, the extra height making him tower over the handyman who was still sprawled, unmoving on the floor. Joe thought back, even when he’d been tying the rope his hands had been shaky. He’d just put it down to excitement as well as a reaction to that news report. Could it have been this poison taking effect? And when had he been given this poison anyway? Wait… the tea! It had to be the tea! People always offered workmen a hot beverage, he never gave it a second thought, in fact, he felt offended if he wasn’t offered a drink and it certainly never occurred to him that the drink could be drugged. He’d walked right into this. The kid had to have known who he was, he had to have planned this. He must have seen him on the news before.

Joe tried to move but he simply couldn’t, all his limbs refused to listen to him and so he just lay there as Danny jumped down from the chair and moved towards him apprehensively, still not entirely trusting the poison to have taken full effect. Joe noticed, much to his horror that Danny still held the Stanley knife tightly in his hand. What was he planning to do to him? Joe couldn’t take his eyes off the knife. He was going to kill him. That was why he’d lured him into this house, to kill him.

Danny gave him a few experimental kicks but Joe was unable to react, even to a kick to the head. Once the blonde had sufficient evidence that the man truly was unable to move he knelt down next to the handyman.

“Don’t… kill me.” Joe’s voice was quiet and croaky, even moving his mouth and tongue was becoming impossible, “you’ll never… get away with it… your parents house.”

“My parents house? Don’t be ridiculous, do you honestly think I’d take you to my own parents house to drug you? I don’t even live around here. I stopped here to ask for directions this morning. The old couple that live here were hooking up their caravan to go away for the weekend and I saw them leave their key under that rock. They complained to me about their broken doorbell. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw you on the street – the rapist from TV – it’s just too perfect! Oh, and I have no intention of murdering you. I just brought you here to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

Joe was laying uncomfortably on his side, his arm trapped painfully beneath him. What had Danny meant by ‘a taste of your own medicine?’ He looked up at the blonde, moving his eyes rather than tilting his head upwards which still refused to move, and saw that the boy was smiling. Danny’s still flushed face was beautiful, his smile suggestive and sexy, but there was something cruel and predatory in his eyes. Something that Joe recognised in himself. And then, as if to dispel all doubts about what the boy had in mind, Danny reached across and squeezed Joe’s ass.

Joe, the tough, powerful predator was about to get raped by an adorable and pretty teenage boy. Had he been able to move then all hell would have broken loose, he would have done anything to stop this, but as things were, the drug forced him not to react.

And so Joe kept perfectly still whilst seething with indignant outrage and terrified fear as the boy cheerfully set about stripping away the handyman’s clothes. He started with his t-shirt, then moved down to his boots and his socks and then moving onto his trousers, all the while telling a very pissed off Joe his life story, which was honestly the last thing that Joe wanted to concentrate on right now.

“It’s a lot easier for you, you know. I’m nowhere near as strong as you, there’s no way I could just pin a guy down and rape him. Plus, it doesn’t help that I’m turned on by big, strong men such as yourself. I wouldn’t stand a chance – I’d just get my head kicked in. So drugging my victims really is the only way.”

Danny was quiet for a moment as he rolled Joe onto his back. The blonde man removed the final garment from Joe – his white boxers – leaving the man entirely naked. Danny chuckled. “You’re hard! Are you looking forward to getting fucked?”

Joe’s embarrassment doubled. He still had a semi hard-on from when he’d been having a wonderful time with Danny’s tight little ass.

Danny straddled the handyman’s chest and ran a finger across Joe’s lip before pushing the digit into the wetness of his mouth. Joe wished he could bite him but his jaw refused to move.

“Just because I’m short and pretty guys always assume that I’m a submissive bottom, that I’d quite happily take it up the ass, but it just isn’t true. It doesn’t help that I go for older, muscular domineering men who already seem to have decided who is fucking who. I really don’t have the most convenient taste in men. But anyway, it’s so much more fun to force them, and I’m sure you agree.”

Joe’s irritation at Danny’s finger poking his tongue and the boy’s incessant rambling was entirely forgotten when the boy started to undo the front of his own trousers and pull out his cock, at which point the handyman tried to use every last ounce of his strength to escape, but only managed to make his little finger twitch slightly.

“But do you know what the worst part is? I have a conscience. It’s a right nuisance. I feel so guilty sometimes that I can’t even go through with it. It’s empathy, you know? I put myself in their shoes and think how terrified I’d be and how emotionally scarring it’d be. Although, thanks to you, I do now know what it feels like,” he said accusingly whilst shifting forward and kneeling over Joe’s face, moving his dick towards his mouth.

“Do you know how I overcame that guilt? By only raping complete bastards that I think deserve it. But truly evil men that are also attractive are more difficult to come by than you’d think. But I wanted you from the first time I saw you on the TV and I couldn’t believe my luck today when I saw you walking to your van. Raping rapists has a certain poetry to it, don’t you think? And a certain justice.”

Joe felt Danny’s cock rest against his lips and then push deep into the warm heat of his mouth.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. The whole time I was near you I was hard – until you went and fucked me then I only had a semi. You gotta use your mouth to help me get hard again.”

Danny moaned and rocked his hips harder against Joe’s face. Joe could feel the other man’s length pressing against the back of his throat. It made him feel like he was choking but the most he could manage to try to make himself more comfortable was a pathetic little cough. He wanted to bite him, rip the kids cock right off.

“Mmm… It’d be better if you could suck it, but deep-throating my cock is good too. Are you still hard? Is licking my dick turning you on? You like it.”

Danny pulled his cock out of Joe’s mouth and moved down the other man’s body. He pushed the handyman’s legs apart and sat down between his knees. He glanced down at his firmly closed hole then looked up at Joe’s still hard dick, he laughed and flicked it with his finger. “So giving me oral does turn you on then,” he sniggered, making the handyman’s shame deepen. He wanted to yell threats at the boy but no matter how hard he tried no words came out.

Danny took a small tin out of his pocket which he’d brought with him in anticipation of events and dipped his fingers into the lubrication before pushing a finger into Joe’s ass.

It really hurt. Joe had never had anything inserted into his ass before and he certainly didn’t want to start doing so now. It amazed him that he wasn’t screaming because screams were all he could hear inside his head. The only visible change was a slight hitch in his breathing which started to come faster. His arousal was shrinking and going limp, until he was surprised and confused to find Danny’s fingers wrap around his cock and start massaging him.

“Unlike you, I don’t want to fuck someone who’s so tight it’ll hurt my dick just as much as it hurts their ass. If you’re hard you’ll get used to me being inside you quicker.” Danny informed him, continuing to pump Joe’s cock, “Plus, if I can make you cum while fucking you that would be really hot.”

Danny pushed a second finger in with the first while continuing to pump the other mans arousal, watching it grow harder despite the painful invasion of his ass. Joe stared up at the ceiling, he wanted to hide his face but he couldn’t move his head. Although his face was immobile and emotionless, his pain, panic and anger invisible thanks to the drug, he knew that Danny could see that his face was red with embarrassment which only made his blush deepen.

After a few minutes Danny removed both his hands from Joe’s body. Joe lay there in terrified suspense of what the blonde was going to do next, convinced that Danny’s cock would press against his ass at any second, but instead Danny moved across to the handyman’s bag and started rooting around in there. He found more lengths of rope and gathered them up before moving back towards his captive. He dropped them on the floor and then manhandled Joe over to the coffee table. He swept the vase of flowers and the white doily’s to the floor before dragging Joe closer and throwing him across the small but well-built and sturdy table. He then tied each of Joe’s limbs to one of the four table legs using the handyman’s own rope. Joe found himself on his stomach, securely tied to the table with the rope digging into his naked skin.

“There we go. Just in case the drug wears off earlier than expected,” Danny said merrily before dropping to his knees behind Joe’s ass. Joe felt the boy’s hands stroke across his bare behind and then his palms pressed hard against him and pulled his cheeks apart. Panic gripped Joe as yet again he waited for the inevitable, just wanting to get it over and done with, the waiting was agony. But when he felt a damp pressure against his hole he realised that it was Danny’s tongue, flicking and licking against his anus, moving up and down the ridge between his cheeks, and sliding across his hole over and over again. The fingers yet again pushed into him, not hurting quite as much as last time but still uncomfortable and then the fingers were removed and Joe felt Danny’s dick push against him and then slowly slide inside of him. Despite the fact that Danny had lubricated his cock, Joe still found that the pain was excruciating, the member filled his tight ass completely and yet it kept pushing deeper and deeper inside of him.

Danny held tightly to Joe’s hips and started thrusting with a steady, quick rhythm as he made happy noises and let out little mocking laughs which Joe found to be outright degrading and insulting. His humiliation only deepened at the realisation that he was still hard. He tried not to think about what was happening to him, comforting himself by thinking about all of the painful, humiliating things he’d do to this kid once he caught him.

Danny shifted his weight, continuing to gyrate but now unknowingly hitting something deep inside of Joe which sent out little explosions of pleasure and took him into new realms of shame. Oh God, this wasn’t happening, each time Danny hit that spot it fed Joe’s arousal and this pleasure was starting to drown out the dull pain. It didn’t help that each movement pushed Joe’s still erect dick against the table surface, the slick pressure bringing him closer to orgasm and Danny’s impertinent taunt from earlier kept creeping into the forefront of his mind, Danny had said that he wanted to make Joe cum just by fucking him. Joe couldn’t let that happen. He hated the thought of being forced to cum in this way. He tried to move and slowly found that he could move his right index finger. Trying to concentrate on that instead of the mortification of what was happening to him, he managed to move both his thumb and middle finger. But where would that get him? He was tied to a table for Gods sake, he was hardly going to be able to wrestle free using just his fingers. Danny slammed into him again, hitting that delicious spot perfectly and squeezing Joe’s cock against the table, sending ripples of pleasure through him and Joe thought for a moment he was going to cum right then. He was surprised and horrified when he suddenly heard himself moan. He was starting to get the use of his mouth back. He tried to shout abuse at his attacker but only an unintelligible strangled sound came out, so he just clenched his teeth tightly together to try to muffle the gasps that came with each subsequent forward thrust as he came nearer and nearer to cumming.

Danny laughed as yet another moan escaped Joe’s lips and the boy reached down underneath them both and pulled Joe’s big, hard cock out from where it was trapped against the table so that it pressed against the edge of the table instead. Joe was overwhelmed with humiliation at the knowledge that Danny knew just how hard he was. But now that there wasn’t the enjoyable pressure of his cock being trapped between his stomach and the table, just the cool air moving across it, Joe thought that this might have the bonus effect of stopping him from cumming. Danny refused to stroke his cock, but Joe almost wished he was doing because suddenly he felt an all too familiar wave wash over him. Danny’s cock continued to relentlessly pound into him, stimulating his prostate, and Joe let out a whimper as he came. His fingers clawed uselessly at the table leg as Danny continued to fuck him, drawing out Joe’s orgasm second after humiliating second. All the while Joe knew that there was nothing stimulating his cock, there was only the feeling of being fucked that making him cum like this, and it felt so good, like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was little consolation that Danny couldn’t possibly know the full effect he was having on him right now but then he heard him laugh and Joe felt the boy’s fingers press against his tip, getting dripped in cum, and Joe realised that the boy’s hand had been cupped below his cock so that he’d know the moment Joe had been forced to cum.

Even as Joe’s orgasm faded and the afterglow slipped away, Danny continued to fuck his captive until he too orgasmed, making the most blissful, happy cries and moans. He flopped across Joe’s back, worn out, all his energy spent. After a few minutes Joe heard the boy’s voice in his ear.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” It was more a statement than a question. All Joe could do was let out an annoyed and angry grunt in reply.

Joe felt the boy’s weight leave him and then he listened as the blonde put his clothes back on out of his field of vision. Danny appeared to the side of him, fully clothed, and he knelt down so that their faces were at the same height.

“Well, I’d better be going,” he said cheerfully, “it’s been fun.” He winked at the Handyman and then stood back up again and walked off towards the door, giving Joe’s ass a slap on the way.

Joe’s humiliation was quickly replaced by pure, blind panic. He was going to be left here, tied to this table. Even when he regained control of his body he was still going to be unable to fight his way free from these bonds, he could sense it.

Danny’s voice drifted over from the doorway to the living room. “I’ve not decided yet what I should do. Should I call the police? Or just leave you here for the old couple to find when they come home tomorrow evening?” Danny laughed, “I might even come back before then to play some more games with you. I think you’d enjoy that.”

Joe heard the sound of the front door closing and locking. He imagined Danny putting the key back under the stone, or maybe he’d pocket it in case he decided to come back later.

The sky was already dark outside and the room grew darker and darker. The Handyman was left in silence, wondering what was going to happen to him. He constantly listened out for the sound of the caravan returning, the sound of police cars, or even the sound of Danny walking up to the front door.

Sunlight shone in through the thin curtains. Joe had lost track of the time. Was it morning, midday, or even the evening? It felt like a lifetime had gone past since he had seen Danny. His strength had slowly returned to him. Every movement seemed to take extreme effect as he tried weakly to struggle free from his bonds. Just when he’d almost got one of his hands free and his anxiety was at a high, he heard the sound of a car stopping outside. A police car? A car towing a caravan? Or a particular little red car? It could be any.

Footsteps trod across the gravel and Joe held his breath, terrified, as they reached the door.

The End.


***

But Lady Mango, I hear you cry at your computer screen, what is this marvellous drug of which you speak? I have no idea, all I know is that they used it in an episode of 24 and it had the effect of paralysing a guy for a while (it was used for murdering, not raping though) and I thought it would come in handy here.

Also, It seems that tea is an integral part of the plot in many of my porns. Hmm…

Yeah, so the basic idea which inspired this was that when you invite a handyman into your home he could do anything to you (I’m just a weak lil woman so this is true in my case anyway) but at the same time its almost a ritual that you give said man a cuppa tea and you could put anything in that! So you end up with a play of power. I think about weird things