Neighborhood Jerk Gets His Due

I was pulling into my driveway after a long night out with friends when my headlights flashed on somebody sitting on my neighbor Pete’s front steps. I stopped to get a better look and realized it was Pete himself. He was slumped against the railing asleep or passed out.

I rolled my eyes. Mid-30s and Pete was still out partying to all hours. No wonder his wife left him last year. Well, that and his womanizing. 

I parked my car, got out, and walked over to Pete’s front porch. Pete’s hot as fuck. He’s about 5’11 with thick wavy brown hair and brown eyes. He spends a lot of time at the gym so he’s got a great body. Not one of those muscleheads; just nice and toned and fit.

I leaned over and tapped his shoulder. “Hey Pete,” I said. “Wake up, man. You should get inside.”

Nothing. I shook him harder. Fuck, he was out cold. He also reeked like whisky. I knew Pete well enough to know that while he could pound beers until the cows came home, he was a lightweight when it came to hard liquor. 

Pete’s a cop so I knew there was no way he drove home drunk. Most likely his yahoo buddies dropped him off after a night out and didn’t wait to make sure he got inside before they took off.

Great. I couldn’t just leave him outside - he was in just jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. Pete’s not a bad neighbor, but at the same time, he’s not very neighborly. Still, I decided to be a good neighbor and help him inside.

I’m a couple inches taller than Pete and a few pounds heavier, so it wasn’t too hard to pull him to his feet. He stirred a little and began to mumble unintelligibly. I put my arm around his waist and we managed to climb the remaining three steps without either of us falling. 

His door was locked but when I patted the front pockets of his Levi’s I felt his keys were there. His jeans were tight though and it took a bit to work my hand in to grab them, noticing what a nice bulge he had.

“What’re you doin’ you fag?” he slurred. I froze and looked at him but his eyes were still closed. For just a moment I considered leaving his drunk ass where it was but I couldn’t do it. I shook my head and jabbed the key into the lock.

In addition to being hot as fuck, Pete could be a cocky jerk at times and was also a bit of a homophobe. Our backyards share a fence and many times I’ve heard him and his friends making jokes about everything from women to minorities to homosexuals.

I’m not in the closet, but I don’t advertise my sexuality either. This wasn’t one of the Coasts where most people didn’t give a fuck about who you slept with. This was Heartland, USA, where not everybody’s attitude had made it to the 21st century.

Pete’s never been outwardly hostile to me, but he and his cronies have harassed a few of my friends from time to time. Never anything physical; just names and taunts. I’ve seen him around town enough and have witnessed first hand how he treats people who don’t travel in his circle.

I got the door open and half-walked, half-carried him to his room. I dumped him on his bed and then pulled his shoes off, setting them at the foot of his bed. Knowing from personal experience how shitty he was going to feel in the morning, I decided to find some water and aspirin.  

I grabbed two bottles of water from his pantry and then rummaged through his medicine cabinet for aspirin, finding both Tylenol and Tylenol PM. I grabbed the Tylenol and closed the cabinet, catching the reflection of Pete on his bed in the mirror. 

His bed was heavy wrought iron with simple scrollwork in the head and footboards. It looked sturdy. An idea began to form in my head.

“Hmmm… what if…” I began to muse. I opened the cabinet again and put the Tylenol back, grabbing the Tylenol PM and shaking two tablets into my hand. 

I sat next to him and pulled him into a sitting position. He exhaled heavily and grunted. “Here, take these,” I said, gently prying his mouth open and putting the pills on his tongue. I put a bottle of water to his lips and tilted it back. He drank it down readily, draining nearly its entire contents.

I laid him back down, got up quickly, and quietly left, his house keys in my hand. 

I sprinted back to my house and gathered up what I needed, tossing everything into my gym bag. I ran back to Pete’s, looking around me nervously as I climbed the steps and let myself back into the house.

He hadn’t moved at all and I quickly emptied the contents of my bag onto his dresser. I’ve known I was gay since I was fifteen and recognized my ‘kinks’ soon after, but never acted on them until I was in college. Now, I discreetly indulge with a few playmates. All consensual, of course, complete with rope, toys and safewords. 

“Pete,” I called out as I sat next to him on his bed. I gave his cheek a quick slap. “Pete,” I said louder. He murmured something I couldn’t make out. I lifted his eyelid. Before his eyeball rolled back, I noticed how glazed over and glassy it was. Oh yeah, he was out of it.

I worked his tight t-shirt up over his flat belly and rippled abs, stopping at his armpits so I could admire his pecs. He had a light sprinkling of hair on his chest and his nipples stood up like little pencil erasers. I rolled each one of them between my index finger and thumb.

“Unghh…” Pete moaned. I froze but he didn’t make any other move or open his eyes, so I gave them another tweak and smiled when he sighed with a grunt. Nice.

I pulled the shirt up and over his head and held it to my nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled of his deodorant, something spicy and musky, as well as his sweat. All man.

I’d taken his shoes off earlier so now I stripped off his socks and dropped them and his t-shirt onto his shoes.

Next I undid his belt, which left only his pants. Taking a deep breath, I popped the button and slowly eased the zipper down. A flash of white appeared and I pulled the flaps wide. Oh fuck, Pete wears Calvin Klein tighty whities? Well, mark one off on my kink list! 

I tugged his Levi’s down over his ass until they were at mid-thigh. Then I sat back and took in the sight. Holy shit. He looked fucking amazing. The bulge in his Calvins was impressive, to say the least. I licked my lips.

I slid the jeans down his long legs and pulled them off, dropping them over the side of the bed.

Other than his moans and groans when I was playing with his nipples, Pete hadn’t moved. 

I went to work then. I fitted padded cuffs onto his wrists and then pulled his arms up over his head, threaded silk rope through the D-rings on each, and tied them to opposite bed posts. 

I did the same with his ankles: fitting them with padded cuffs. But instead of tying them to the bed posts, I hooked them to an adjustable spreader bar, opening it to its fullest width. I secured lengths of rope to each of the D-rings on the cuffs and then looped it through the iron scrollwork on the headboard, where it would act like a pulley

I placed a couple pillows under his lower back and butt to support him and then stood back to admire my handiwork.

“Here goes nothing,” I said aloud. I took the free end of the rope and pulled, watching as Pete’s legs - spread wide in a V-formation with knees slightly bent - slowly lifted off the bed, exposing his exquisite, brief-clad ass. 

When his legs were close to 90 degrees, I tied the rope off and then retested all his bindings. Satisfied everything was secure, I took my iPhone out of my back pocket and snapped off a series of pictures.

I ran the palm over the curve of his ass. It was firm and taut. “Like the curvature of the earth,” I muttered. And then, for good measure, I gave it a sharp crack with my open palm. Pete grunted but other than that, didn’t react.

There was a padded dressing bench at the foot of Pete’s bed and I sat on it, taking a few up close and personal photos of his ass and bulge. Then I set my phone on his nightside table on a small tripod to record the festivities.

I began by running my index finger up and down the crack of his ass, pressing gently when I reached his hole. He moaned softly and I smiled.

I wasn’t sure if he was coming to or if his body was just unconsciously reacting to touch, but I grabbed the blindfold, actually a sleep mask, and fitted it over his eyes.

I moved the bench and got down on my knees and ran my nose up and down his crack. Then I began to lave the spot over his hole with long strokes of my tongue, getting it nice and wet.

He continued to moan, and if the throbbing, leaking tip of his dick pushing out the thin white cotton of his briefs was any indication, it was with content.

The material over his asshole was wet with my spit and translucent. I took the thin anal wand I’d brought with me and rested it against his puckered knot. I flipped a small switch and it began to vibrate.

He gasped and began to thrust his hips, making guttural, mewling noises. I traced the vibrator up and down the length of his crack and he got louder. The window was open and the sound would carry on the warm night air.

I picked up the ball gag I brought but put it back down as an idea came to me. I opened his dresser drawer and found rows of neatly folded, pristine white Calvin Klein briefs. Apparently he bought them in bulk at Costco? I reached in to grab one to use as a gag, but another thought hit and I closed the drawer, going in search of his dirty clothes hamper instead.

I found it in his closet and opened it. Bingo! A pair of briefs, still tangled in workout shorts, lay on top. I snatched them up, spying a slight yellowing in the pouch, and sniffed them, inhaling the heady scent of him. I took the underwear along with one of his ties and returned to the bedside. He’d stopped moving and making noise, but I shoved the soiled briefs in his mouth and secured them with the tie. 

“Can’t let your neighbors hear you getting made like some two-dollar whore, can we?” I said, disguising my voice, making it low and raspy.

He grunted but since he was blindfolded I couldn’t tell if he was awake and could understand what was happening or if it was just an unconscious reaction to being gagged.

I picked up the small utility tool I’d brought with me and used it to make a small slit in the seat of his briefs, just over his hole. Then I got back down on my knees and slipped my tongue into the rip and lapped at his tight pucker.

“Mmmmppphhh!!!!” His hips bucked and I could feel his limbs pulling at their bindings. Oh yeah!

I spent the next several minutes licking, sucking and slurping at his hole, working my tongue in deeper, driving him wild. I slicked my index finger with spit and slid it in up to the first knuckle. Pete caught his breath.

I pulled it out and reached for my lube along with the small tube of anal desensitizing cream. I continued to prep his hole and when it felt ready, I gently inserted the anal wand.

Finally, I picked up the fresh bottle of poppers I’d brought and put it to Pete’s left nostril. I pinched his right nostril shut and told him to breathe deep. In his drunken and heightened state of pleasure, he readily obeyed.

“Ffffuuuckkkk…” he muffed into his gag. I put the bottle to his other nostril and repeated the process. 

I went back and forth a couple more times and when I felt he was sufficiently flying high, I capped the poppers and turned on the anal wand.

Pete tensed and then bucked. I took that moment to begin sliding the thin dildo in and out of his lubricated hole.

I fucked his ass with the dildo for a good thirty minutes, dosing him with poppers and playing with his nipples, bringing him to the brink of orgasm several times. I didn’t once touch his cock, which was pulsing and twitching wildly in his tight white briefs.

Finally I let him cum and watched as he pumped spurt after spurt into his briefs. When his orgasm subsided, I freed his still half-hard dick from his underwear and worked it back to a full erection. 

Pete screamed into the briefs gagging him as I scrubbed my thumb over the over-sensitive tip of his prick, bringing him to a second orgasm within minutes. With me holding his dick, he shot this load up his chest to his neck and onto his face.

His chest heaved as his orgasm subsided and then slowly steadied and evened out. I tucked his dick back into his briefs and went to the bathroom to get something to clean him up.

When I came back a minute later with a warm, wet towel, Pete was snoring softly, exhausted and out cold. I slipped the eye mask off and ungagged him. Then I took my iPhone off the tripod and got several close up pictures of him, including several of his cum-spattered face.

He didn’t stir as I cleaned semen and sweat from his body.

I very gently and quietly lowered his legs and untied him. Once free, he rolled to his side and soon resumed his soft snoring.

I quickly packed everything up, including the water bottles, double-checking to make sure the room was the same as it was when I brought him in. I tossed the briefs I gagged him with back into the hamper then scattered the clothes I’d stripped off him across the floor to make it look like he’d dropped them wherever when he’d gotten undressed. I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to remember anything about tonight’s events.

I left his bedroom door open and made my way back through the house. I put his keys on the side table next to the front door and let myself out, turning the lock on the knob as I closed the door behind me.

Late the next morning I was on my back deck refilling one of my bird feeders when I saw Pete come out onto his back porch. He looked sleep-rumpled and like shit, and I couldn’t help but smirk. He looked over and saw me, giving me a slight nod of his head. I waved back.

He had something wadded up in his hand and I watched as he walked quickly across his yard. Our backyards butt up to an alley and we both keep our trash cans lined up there on the other side of the long fence. I saw him open one of his bins and toss in whatever it was he was holding.

I was curious and had my suspicions what it was. A little while later I heard him get into his car and drive away. I grabbed my kitchen trash and went out back. There was nobody in the alley so after I disposed of my garbage I went over to Pete’s trash cans to have a look.

Sure enough, there on top of the second can I opened were the briefs he’d been wearing last night. I snatched them up. Most of the cum had dried  but they were still damp in a couple of places. They’d make a nice trophy.