Repairman peril

As I pulled up in front of Mr Brown’s house, I was wondering how long it would be before he replaced the rest of his old appliances. He was a regular, and it seemed I was always fixing something here. I really didn’t mind. I was getting paid to work in a clean house, with a pleasant customer, who I actually am attracted to. I am bisexual, but I present myself in a masculine way.  Mr Brown is in his early 60’s, very masculine, and very hairy. I have found myself checking him out, on occasion, careful to not get caught. His hairy arms are quite lush, and I often wonder if his chest hair is that thick. I make a point to try to just look at his face, when we communicate. He’s always very friendly, and I’ve wondered if there is a connection between us, or if I just want there to be. The eye contact we’ve had left me curious.

I got to the back door, and he was waiting. He was wearing a red polyester polo shirt, and I could see a thick growth of dark brown fur poking out of the collar. We exchanged greetings, and he told me about his furnace issues, as we walked down the stairs. I walked over to the furnace, and set down my tool bag. I reached for a nut driver, to remove the panel, but suddenly I smelled a strong, fumey, sweet smell. Before I could turn in the direction of the smell, Mr Brown’s hand clamped a cloth soaked in whatever I had  been smelling over my face. I thought maybe he was messing around with me, at first. We were practically friends, after all. At any rate, I was not amused. I pulled at his arm, but I suddenly felt extremely uncoordinated, and weak. I tried to not breathe in, but couldn’t. The room seemed to float in front of me, and the lights dimmed, as I passed out.

The next thing I was aware of was the pleasant sensation of being fondled. In my semi conscious state, I was not yet aware that I was tied up, and completely naked. As I came fully around, I realized I was looking up at the floor joists of the first floor. I was laying on the floor, my wrists tied together in front of me, and my ankles and knees bound together. 

“Ahh, your back!” Mr Brown said pleasantly. His right hand expertly stroking my cock, his left caressing my bearded cheek. I instinctively tried to move, and realized that I was going nowhere. “What...why...hey, man?!  “Shhhh” he responded, and then leaned in and kissed me. 

Between the stroking of my cock, and the mind blowing deep tongue kiss, I was now hard as a rock. After removing his tongue from my mouth, he leaned back. “Sorry about the chloroform, but I knew you were never going to make the first move. Did I gamble a bit? Yes. But, judging from how hard your cock is, I called this correctly.  I’ve noticed you checking me out. Are you drawn to extremely hairy men?” Unable to hide my arousal, but definitely not pleased with my current situation, I respond with “You can’t just knock out, and tie up people that you are attracted to!”  He chuckles, “But I just did, and you are even cuter when your naked and helpless, might I add.” He leans in and kisses me again. I know I should back up my protests by fighting to keep his tongue out of my mouth, but somewhere inside me is a voice that says, “give in, let him take you”. 

He pulls back, ending the kiss. He’s looking deep into my eyes. It’s over, and he knows it. I want him. He begins to undress. He takes off his shirt, and my suspicions of an ape like quantity of fur is confirmed. My hard cock oozes a drip of clear precum. I want to touch him!

As he unzips his dockers and they fall to the floor, I see his 8” bulge in his underwear is also leaking, as there’s a wet spot darkening the red fabric. 

At this point, I can’t wait until he unties me, I lay patiently. I want to fondle his fur covered body, and taste that cock. Thinking that will be next, now that he’s naked, I am completely shocked when he steps away, and returns with the chloroform rag! He straddles me, and I feel his hard cock pressing against mine. I only manage to get out  “Hey, what are you mmmmmppphhhh” as he firmly holds the cloth over my face. The last thing I hear before passing out is “I bet you’re an anal virgin, aren’t you?”

To be continued