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| Mitchell 440 - Midnight Visitor |
Jimmy was awoken in the early hours of the morning by an intruder. Before he could work out what was going on, handcuffs had already been clicked onto his wrists. In the darkness, he could tell that the guy was a lot bigger than him, and the confident way he was handling him didn't allow much space for resistance. He was alone in the house, so there was no point shouting for help, the guy was probably just a burglar and might not be alone.
Jimmy was mistaken on both counts, as he realised, when the intruder began to fumble with his pyjama fastening. They were undone and down round his ankles pretty quickly, and Jimmy knew he was in big trouble then. "What do you want?" he squawked in a voice that betrayed his fear.
"Roll over and get up on your hands and knees" was the gruff reply.
Jimmy obeyed with alacrity, feet still tangled in his PJ's. He gasped as he felt the stranger's gloved hand, beneath him, lifting his abdomen higher so that his bare backside was way up in the air. It felt very exposed in the cool night air. The glove grazed his cock as it was withdrawn, sending a buzz of excitement through his tackle.
He was left to kneel like that for a while, hearing noises behind him, but not seeing anything.
Then, out of the blue, something hard slapped his bottom, making him grunt in surprise.
After a lengthy pause, it happened again.
"What is it? What have I done? What do you want?" Jimmy squealed.
"Keep on what you're doing now" the voice said, "You're doing just fine".
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