I first met him on one of those personals sites. His ad intrigued me. His fantasy was for an attractive man to sneak into his house and jackoff on his face while he was sleeping. I answered on the off chance it was real, and sort of hoping it might lead to more.

Of course, it was a complete fantasy. I went to his house at the time we had set up in advance. I was to park around the block and text him when I arrived. He would unlock the door and get into bed. Then I went to the house. After entering I took off my shoes and snuck upstairs. There he was naked on perfect display “asleep” on the bed with his face right by the edge. His pictures hadn't done him justice, it was like some Greek god was reclining before me, and my job was to defile him. That gave me some pause, but I went ahead. I got naked and stood over him. Much quicker than I had hoped I was done and putting my clothes on. No touching had taken place and no word exchanged.

I figured it was a one time thing. But a week later he wanted to do it again. I hesitated, but the allure that maybe this time he might “wake up” brought me back. He didn't. But that hope kept bringing me back on a regular basis. His fantasy kept being fulfilled, but mine was still not there.

It happened after over a month of sessions. I should have thought it through. If he was doing the look but don't touch fantasies with me, I probably wasn't the first. And as it turned out I wasn't the only one who wanted more.

Just as I was getting close to fulfilling my part of the fantasies a creaky floorboard made me turn and look towards the open bedroom door. A darker shape against the dim lunges at me and I see stars for a couple minutes after I hit the floor.

Groggily, I hear my sleeping beauty cry out and then be muffled. A periodic kick keeps me on the floor covering up my general unprotected nakedness.

I hear the sound of the chair from the corner of the room being dragged towards me. A voice says in my ear, “Get up and get in the chair.”

I get up and carefully look around the dim room as I sit in the chair. Three guys in black or some other dark clothing are there. Two of them are tying the sleeper down an the bed face down. He is perpendicular to the head board, so his ass is on one side and his face on the other. Muffled sounds come from him.

The one near me puts a baseball bat on my shoulder and says, “Sit here and be quiet for now or you get hurt too.”

I nod and get very still.

He turns back to the bed, leaning down he so his face can be seen by the man in the bed. “Remember me tease, too unattractive to touch you.” A grunt from the bed responds. The other two figures lean down and say, “and me”, “me too.” Figuring where this would be going the figure on the bed starts thrashing against his bonds.

One guy goes to the side of the bed by his face and another by his ass. The third sits at the foot of the bed watching me in the dark. I can't really see which one is which. The original voice says, “On the count of three, three.”

They then have at it thrusting from both sides and the one in the middle leaning and using him as a pillow while I am watched. It must have been one of those ring gags they had on him because it was obvious that the he was getting it both ways.

Then one of them got done and the third took his turn, and so forth for way too long as I got hard watching.

At one point the watcher came closer to get a better look at me. “You've fantasized about him too, I can tell” reaching down between my legs he confirmed it. The darkness covered up what was probably a full body blush. “Come on and join.”

Though sorely tempted I stammered out “N n nno.”

“Then we better make sure of you then.” Getting some rope of the rope he tied me to the chair then, a completely unnecessary action I was too scared to move.

They did the rounds again and were finally spent.

They come back over to me, and gag me. Now I am really scared. “Nothing against you bro, but if you wont join us you will have to join him.” Some sort of rod is shoved hard down my pisshole so I could't wilt.

They go back to the form on the bed after getting more supplies. The sound of a humm that I recognized from the barber shop tell me they are shaving his head.

Then the shadow of a paddle and thumping showed they beat his ass and probably his back.

They went back to the sack and this time they brought their hands over to me so I could see what was about to happen. One of them had brass knuckles on his fists, he went over first so I could see he went to the face end. The other two had lighters and went for his feet. They must have planned this well before hand, whenever the grunts of pain died down from the face beating the flashes of fire as they burned him revived him.

Finally, that stopped and I thought it was over as they seemed to stand looking at the their handiwork.

A trip from the bed to the stash to me confirmed they weren't done. A big pair of pliers were waved in front of my eyes. Then they were lowered and clamped lightly around one of my balls and then released so that I got the picture.

First, one reaches down between the barely moving form's legs and after a minute the muffled scream confirms my fear.

Then they wait until he revives some and second one gets his chance. The scream is just as bad, but at least it cant happen again since he only has two of them.

They then get all there stuff together and start to leave.

“Shit, I didn't get to do one,” came one of the voices. A hand off and nod my way was all I needed to know struggle. But a rough hand grasps my scrotum and digs out one of my balls that had tried to crawl inside for safety. The cold steel of the pliers was placed on each side of it. With one quick squeeze he didn't crush my nut, unfortunately it took three.

I fainted at that. I came to when the cops arrived. A call on the homeowners cell phone had reported a burglar.

I wont go into the aftermath. We were patched up. I would like to say that our ordeal brought us closer. But it didn't his face was bad, but not anything some pretty simple cosmetic surgery could fix. Hormones kept him from getting all flabby. So he was still fucking hot, but ball less.

Me I still had one ball, but was still homely.

The only thing I got out of it was his name, which I am not going to share, and one pretty fucked up fantasy.