Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 11:08:02 -0400
From: EvilGenius638@netscape.net
Subject: Invisible: Palmer (Chapter 6)

His voice cracked as I pulled with both my invisble arms, heaving him out
of the closet.  He was shouting, but I grabbed up the handcuffs I had
gotten out of my bag and locked his arms behind his back before throwing
him to the floor.  Joe stood motionless, gazing down upon the scene before
looking up to see what had happened to Bryan.  I slammed the closet door in
his face and locked it again.  I turned around, hovering over the
struggling form of Shawn Palmer.
   I had found over ten pairs of hancuffs in the box that held the dildo
and other toys.  I shuddered to think what they had been used for before
now, but I was putting them to good use again.
   J.B.'s room, like other old houses, had many exposed pipes running
across the floor and walls, used to transport heat to the old heaters
lining the wall with the window.  It was on these pipes that ran along the
wall's baseboard that I cuffed both Shawn's ankles to at the moment.  He
was flailing a lot, but I somehow got him in front the window without much
trouble.  The pipes were made of extremely old yet very strong metal, and
there was no risk of them being broken, even if all of Shawn's 165 pounds
hung off them.  Seeing the pipe just above the window that Shawn luckily
was positioned in front of, I took two more pairs of cuffs out of the bag
and did up his wrists to it.  I had left the original pair of handcuffs on,
so now not only was he unable to move his arms down but he was unable to
pull them apart too.
   Now that he was in the position, what was I to do with him...where to
begin?  He was fully clothed, including socks and shoes.  I once again
retrieved the scissors from next to Brian's still out of breath form on the
bed, and brought them over to the window which Shawn stood spread eagled in
front of.
   I sheared off the jeans, then the shirt revealing the enormous pecs,
then the undershirt, and, finally, the green boxers.  Shawn started yelling
at this point, and I stuffed the remains of the boxers in his mouth.
Having pity on him, I closed the shades of the window, able to get a good
look at the hairless boy's ass.  Before shutting them all the way, I opened
the window a little bit to let in a breeze.
   I returned to the front of the now naked jock to get a better look at
him.  His rippled abs, huge arms, and big upper body seemed to mock the
pathetically skinny legs.  The dick though was huge-6 inches soft!  Wow,
this boy had surprises everywhere.  I wanted to play with it now, but
decided to hold off until later on, and rape the hottie first.
   I went again to my bag, and pulled out the second to last thing.  I
brought the paddle over to where Shawn was tied, standing behind him.  I
landed it hard against his bare ass.  He let out a howl that was muffled by
the boxers, but still loud.  I did it again, and Shawn let out another
scream of pain and his body shook.  He struggled against his bindings,
hanging off of them.  I knew it was fruitless and hit him harder.  I went
on for about 15 minutes.  By the end of the paddling, Shawn's cute ass was
red and raw.  I touched it, which seemed to cause a shiver to go through
him.
   After coming twice in one day, I barely felt like fucking him.  I got a
better idea though.  I went and took the last item besides the extra
handcuffs out of my bag.  It was a tube of Lubricating Jelly.  I went to
the back of Shawn, in the tiny 1 foot space behind him, and lubed up my
finger.  I was about to stick it in him when realized that I didn't know
what I was dealing with here.  I got up, went back to the front of him, and
pulled the boxers out of his mouth.  He started screaming, but I talked
over him.
   "When was the last time you shit?"  I said, trying to disguise my voice.
I'd never talked to him, but there was a chance that I might in future and
I didn't want him realizing it was me.
   "This morning, just before I showered and came over," he said in a weak
and slightly high voice after a few seconds.
   I replaced the boxers in his mouth, and, happy with his answer, returned
to where I had been.  I stuffed my finger up his ass slowly, widening the
hole.  I'd read how to do this, and tested it on myself before, although
never being able to get too far.  I was going to fist Shawn good.  After
rotating my finger in his hole for a few minutes, I put a second finger in.
I continued the same way rotating each finger.  Three, and four fingers,
and then my thumb, which was hardest and took the longest to get in.  My
whole fist was in his ass now, he was letting moaning noises escape him.  I
was taking this very slowly, not wanting to hurt him.  I pushed my hand
into his ass a little farther, and my wrist made it in.  It was an
extremely strange feeling, tight wetnes and warmess surrounding my hand
from all sides.  I pushed it in farther, until I was halfway to my elbow.
At this point, Shawn made an involuntary movement, and had keeled over
slightly.  Apparently I had gone as far as would be allowed by his colon.
   I pulled my hand out fast, which must have been a shock for him because
he moaned some more and sprang back into the standing position.  Next,
imitating something else I had read online, I lubed up one of my feet,
positioned it on the soft dilated hole, and pushed in slowly.  I took a
size 9W shoe, and my feet were considerably larger than my hands, so I
again worked it in slwoly.  This was a much nicer feeling than havng a hand
in there, rotating my foot and pushing in as far as my ankle before Shawn
made the same spasming movement he had before when I had gone too far.  My
foot was inside him so comfortably I left it there for at least a half
hour.  I was sitting on the window sill rotating my foot and playing with
Shawn's balls when I heard a noise.
   Pulling out of Shawn (he muttered a relieved sigh through his gag) I
walked unsteadily over to the bed where I heard the noise.  I looked down
and saw that J.B. had started pissing, his dick soft now but still jammed
into Brian's face.  Brian was covered in piss.  He moved his head out of
the way of the piss slit, causing J.B. to start pissing on himself, all
over his bed, his chest, his face.  I went over to where his head lay,
dodging the stream of piss, and undid his blindfold so that he could see
what he was doing.  His face was very strained and panicky looking.  He
apparently couldn't hold it anymore, and his bladder had become full.  I
laughed to myself, putting the blindfold back on him after the fountain had
died down.  I walked back across the room, past the piss covered bed, with
the two limp forms of Brian and J.B. tied securely, past Shawn, who was
hanging his head, still recovering from the pain, past the shredded
clothing, the duffel bag with nothing but handcuffs in it, the desk with
the watch on it, the dildo laying on the floor, the backpacks dropped by
the boys when they had first come in, and towards the closet door, where
its final captive was banging feebly to get out.

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