Fight but fail

Simon started kicking and cursing as Alan reached for you, backing off with a cruel smile “Well I guess this call’s for a bit of creativity.” Alan disappeared, Simon looked around the room trying to measure his options see where he could go what he could manage or if it was possible…But by the looks of things he wasn’t going anywhere, he’d have to fight off Alan or wait himout until this sick game was over with…or he was simply fucked! Not something he would just ‘let’ happen.

His heart beating fast his mind working overtime, he couldn’t help but notice that he was getting a little excited over this! NO no no no…this is bullshit! He didn’t like this but his body was just beginning to betray him. He couldn’t let Alan notice, it’d be like blood in the water.

Alan was soon back in the room with a grin on his face and a something else in his hand of which he put aside before Simon noticed what it was. He moved in and Simon unleashed a thrusting kick aimed at Alan’s head only to glance off not stopping him. The vice like grip taking hold of his ankle, Simon kicking with the other only to be out manoeuvred Alan twisting his ankle ‘just’ enough to hurt like hell as he worked a rope around the captured ankle and the other soon following. Alan tied them with very little slack but seemed to know enough to not cut off Simon’s circulations…‘He’d done this before!’ A frightening thought flashing across his thoughts as he tugged on his restraints in vain “You sick fuck stop this!”

Alan chuckled to himself as he grabbed up a pair of scissors from the top of his dresser “I was hoping to save this outfit but I guess it can’t be helped its coming off in pieces now.” Simon was scared stiff, Alan pulling off his shoes and socks before letting the icy metal of those blades slide against the skin of his feet “Don’t move wouldn’t want to cut you.”

Alan was very gentle but still Simon shivered with fear the sound of steel shearing though denim had his skin set to crawl. Alan was to Simon’s hip pausing to let his hand slip down the hairless leg with a smile “Ah still shaving your legs, I love that in a man.” He chuckled again “Have you kept that up ‘everywhere’ I wonder?” Simon turned away from those eyes to curse at him again, the next snip stopping Simon’s rant dead in its tracks. The other leg of his cargo’s followed until the remains were teasingly pulled away.

Alan patted the bare flesh of those thighs, admiring the tight black boxer-briefs that Simon wore “Adorable underwear though I was half expecting a thong…tsk tsk.” He mocked Simon’s eye’s giving a look that could kill as Alan ran the tip of his finger under the waistband of Simon’s undergarments. “I’ll save those for last.” Pulling at the bottom of Simon’s shirt pulling it taut before cutting it up the center and to the collar exposing the slight tone of Simon’s chest and abs. Alan ran a hand from that slight chest down and to the waist of again “Not at all flabby, very nice and here I thought you’d need a little more exercise.”Alan climbed onto the bed bringing a leg over Simon’s trapped body and straddling the boy’s hips. Simon’s thoughts of Alan’s jeans rubbing against his bare flesh making him feel very very naked. snip snip The finishing touches ended with the rags being tossed as Alan shuffled back and groped at Simon through his last remaining shred of dignity his growing hard-on now very noticeable “not the biggest but not small at all can’t wait to unwrap it…” Alan hesitated thinking and staring…

“Get it over with you sick faggot!” Simon couldn’t hold his tongue any longer the humiliation of being stripped and exposed piece by piece against his will, there was nothing worse to him than being so…exposed.

“Well that clinches it,” Alan slowly snipped away at that last scrap of clothing “keep up with the name calling and I may never let you wear clothes again.” It sounded like a tease but Alan was seriously considering it.