This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex, sexual coercion, and sexual violence. All characters are above the age of eighteen.
Tanner was just... I mean to see such innocent perfection... hold on, let me catch my breath. It wasn't long ago that I moved into my apartment. Not far from the heart of the city and with easy transportation many of the local college kids had landed some of the bachelor studios this place gave. One of those young things was Tanner.
Now talk about sweet. This world graciously offered me my first viewing of the young man when I was at the apartment's pool. Like the other young residents I wouldn't have guessed him older than 25 or younger than 19. Youth graced him in a way he didn't seem to quite understand. From the smooth body to the shaggy fair hair landing onto those sweet plump lips he would make an ideal fuck. Watching him do his laps in the pool also told me he had enough energy to handle me and that young body would only feel right struggling beneath me. It wasn't just the looks that had me springing to attention but the softness he carried. Getting into the pool he graced those around him with a shy smile. Once he had finished his workout he tucked himself on a chair all but consumed by his towel. Tanner's shyness subtly told the world he wasn't quite ready for it. No doubt the idea of sex was exciting to the kid but that gentle soul would only allow the utmost romantic courtship and a heart to share with his own. His happiness and naivety also let me pick up he hadn't found that person to claim his heart. So there was no way was he thinking his bear of a neighbor had the most impure thoughts of his body.
I knew he would never willingly open up to me and I was fully aware that the only way to enjoy such a beauty was to take it for myself. The questions consistently arise on how. The easiest would be to put something in his drink and wait until he's out. It felt wrong to slip inside such a man and his only reaction is a snore. Getting him good and drunk was another option. Perhaps his inhibitions would lower enough to allow a stumble towards the bed and pass out. The few times we had crossed paths during laundry it took everything I had not to force him on the dryer and take him there. The struggle would no doubt call attention from the others, so that was off the table. But to be honest... that was the plan that got my blood racing.
Something told me he would keep quiet if I did rape him. I don't think that towel clad body would let the cops take a peek to see the evidence. And surely those little exchanges we had in the laundry room would be all the juicer if he was blushing and desperately trying to forget about the time I came in him. Yeah... he was going to need to be fully awake and sober when I claimed him. I would need to wait until the proper time hit. Hopefully it'll be soon, I don't think I can take much more waiting.
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I ignored the cold look from my neighbor as my door opened and guest walked out. I couldn't help but give them a smile which had them slamming the door to their place. I faked a smile to my guest and watched as he took down the hall. Yeah we had been loud all night... actually loud all week but in this day and age people are too scared to seem homophobic to call the cops on their gay neighbor fucking.
Throughout the week my apartment had been a revolving door of tight ass. No, none had been Tanner but if I wanted to truly enjoy him I would need to make sure noise was nothing out of the ordinary. I was so sure my neighbor despised me that any man walking into my apartment would also get that same resentment. After the hallway had cleared I went to clean my apartment.
No amount of fucking could get the urge for Tanner out of my body. I knew none of my fucks would live up to this sweet virgin. I could feel myself going rabid with the excitement. Trying to calm my nerves I decided to go for a walk. It was the meetup with the delivery man that had all my luck changing. With my new apartment meant new furniture, I had pretty much finished moving in and decorating minus a few bookshelves. Upon receiving my furniture I also noticed a young man shuffling in from the blistering wind. I gave a smile and wave to Tanner as he began kicking the snow off his boots.
His full lips curved and he returned the smile. The remaining flakes of snow fell off his coat and hair. He was cautious as not to make much of a mess. His eyes lingered on me for a minute before questioning if I needed help with my packages. Of course the sweetheart would extend a hand and help with the extra weight. I could feel my heart pound against my chest as he reached over and grabbed a box. With an expression of thanks I led him into the elevator towards my apartment.
He spoke to me and I spoke to him but none of the words really struck me. The passive conversation filtered through both of us working to lure him in a sense of security and allow myself to take a few breaths of calm before I moved. I would have a few minutes of relaxation when he brought the items in but would need to jump the moment unease hit the young man. I was ready though, I can't remember the last time I had something so sweet. The hallway moved by in a quick haze. Numbers passed until I stopped at 507. With a smile I took out my keys and unlocked the door.
I allowed the young man to stand dumbly in the door for a minute. I knew my place was somewhat of a shock to him. He had his entire life tucked in a one room studio not much larger than a hallway. To see this place could produce one to two bedroom comforts was surely a shock to him.
"I think I live on the wrong floor," Tanner said with a laugh. "Where do you want these?"
I smiled at the young man, "I can imagine life of a student doesn't easily pay for a two bedroom, and you can put it right by the empty space near the couch."
"I have a hard enough time affording my closet," Tanner laughed placing the box on the ground. "Are we setting it up as well?"
I stopped myself from letting out a sigh. This wasn't just happening, but it seemed like this sweet thing was inviting me to ravage him. My eyes scammed his petite frame as he removed his winter coat and looked over the boxed item.
"Sure, it'll be easier with a helping hand." I managed to say. "I'll just go get my tools. I'll be back in a second."
I moved to my bedroom and stood by the end of my bed eyeing myself in the mirror. I was so nervous my heartbeat would cause thumping throughout the apartment. This was happening, it was happening now. My hands began to tremble in excitement as my mind raced with images of what was about to be. Reaching in my hamper for some old boxers I pulled them out. With a grin fixated upon me I moved out of my room and to my waiting prize.
He was crouched over the opened box reading the instructions, blissfully unaware of the predator moving for him. I had the dirty underwear in hand ready to silence any screams for help. Fucking him in the couch promised quicker entry but if I dragged him into my room I could remove the gag. A decision perhaps my young thing would help me make. Before he could turn to see me I jumped him.
A muffled scream left him as I shoved my dirty underwear into his mouth. Hands tried to reach for the wooden slots in the box. As his fingertips scraped them I secured his hands to his side. With the struggling form held to me I yanked him away from my new furniture. Tanner thrashed against me, the sudden attack certainly affecting any proper thought.
"Relax," I cooed in his ear. "I promise this will feel good."
