Joe was just putting the pitcher of lemonade into the refrigerator when the doorbell rang. Expectantly he hurried to the door. Standing on his doorstep in person, Chris was even better looking than Joe had thought from his picture. Chris' blond hair shown in the morning sunshine; the smile with which he greeted Joe made him feel incredibly excited. Joe could tell that Chris was well-built: the t-shirt revealed muscular arms and concealed a broad chest while his shorts clung to a rounded butt and showed off his legs. Joe broke himself from his stare.
"So you must be Chris," said Joe extending his hand.
"That's me. Thanks again for this opportunity, Joe. I really appreciate it," replied the young stud, accepting Joe's hand.
"Come on in," continued Joe. "I'll apologize up front that I don't have any air conditioning. I think it's going to get pretty hot today."
"No problem. I'll deal with it."
Joe ushered the young man into the house. Chris began looking around the mostly empty rooms, getting an idea of where he would start and how long it might take.
"I have all the paint in the living room. You brought brushes and rollers and stuff, right?" asked Joe.
"Yep. I have everything in my truck. This is a great house, by the way," remarked Chris, hoping that comment would make Joe happy. Not that he was lying; the house was really well laid out, airy and bright.
"Thanks. I'm really pleased with it. It's just such a drag moving all my stuff. As you can see, I've barely started. So far I've only moved in my bed and some small pieces of furniture. But I thought it would be easier to paint with nothing in it."
"You're absolutely right. This way I don't have to move any furniture or worry about getting paint all over it. This job should be no problem," observed the young man.
"Great. I'll leave you to it then. I have some paperwork to get done. I'll be in my bedroom if you need anything," said Joe.
"O.K. I'll start bringing my stuff in and get started."
Joe's bedroom was in the front of the house which gave him a clear view of Chris as he made several trips to his truck which was parked in the driveway. Chris brought in brushes, rollers, paint pans, tape, a ladder, and other supplies. Joe enjoyed his view of Chris; he could see the young man's muscles working as he lifted his equipment. And Joe salivated over Chris' ass and legs. His dick lurched as he began to think about what he had in store for this unsuspecting young hunk.
Meanwhile, Chris began his painting. He and Joe had discussed which color to paint each room on the phone on the previous day. Each can of paint was marked with the corresponding room. "Man, this guy is doing all the prep work for me," thought Chris. "I can't believe how much he's going to pay me for such a simple job."
Chris began in the living room, the largest room, which he was painting a simple white. He encountered no real problems in getting the room completed, other than the growing heat. By the time he had finished the room, he was drenched in sweat. He began moving his supplies into the dining room when Joe came into the room.
"The living room looks great, Chris."
"Oh, thanks. Man, it's gotten really hot already. Would you mind if I took off my shirt. I'm totally soaked."
"Not at all," replied Joe. "I want you to be as comfortable as possible."
"Thanks. I appreciate it." With that, he reached down and pulled off his shirt, revealing to Joe a finely sculpted torso. His chest and abdomen were hairless, but the hair under his arms and his perfect treasure trail excited Joe tremendously. Chris used his shirt to wipe down his ripped upper body. Joe marveled at Chris' pecs, lats, and abs. Chris obviously spent time working out.
Chris turned and caught Joe staring. "You're sure you don't mind me working without my shirt?" Chris asked again, rather slyly, flashing Joe a grin that almost melted him. He threw his shirt into the corner.
"N…no," Joe was able to stammer back. "Go right ahead. You're in great shape. Do you work out a lot?"
"A few times a week. I also swim a lot which is a great workout for the entire body. I like to keep myself fit." Chris grasped his hands above his head and stretched. The image fixated Joe's stare once again. "Man, I can't believe this heat wave. It must be 90 degrees already. Could I get something to drink?" asked the thirsty hunk.
"Of course. I'm sorry I didn't offer you something before. That was pretty rude of me," answered Joe.
"No problem, dude."
Joe went into the kitchen and got the lemonade out of the refrigerator. He filled a glass, put it and the pitcher onto a tray, and returned to Joe. "I hope lemonade's OK. I brought out the whole pitcher in case you wanted more." Joe put the tray on the floor and handed Chris the glass.
"Thanks a lot, man," said Chris. He drank almost the entire glass in one gulp. "That really hits the spot. One more glass and I'll get working on this room." Chris refilled his glass and began to drink it down as well.
Joe was pleased that his plan was working so well. He decided he should get on with his ruse before the tranquilizers in the lemonade kicked in. With two glasses already in him, it wouldn't be long.
"I hope it's OK with you, but I have to run a couple of errands. I should be back in about an hour," Joe lied. "You don't mind being in the house by yourself, do you?"
"No problem, as long as you don't mind."
"Of course not. I trust you, Chris," replied Joe with a smile. "Like I said, I should be back in about an hour or so." With that, Joe left the house through the front door. Chris heard a car door close and then a car engine turn over. He saw the car pull out of the driveway through the front window. He finished his second glass of lemonade and got to work painting the dining room.
Joe turned the corner and parked his car. He grabbed a small bag that was on the passenger seat and quickly made his way back to his house. He quietly entered through the garage. He thought that Chris should be getting drowsy in about 10 minutes or so. While he waited, he opened his bag and put the contents on the floor in front of him: a translucent Halloween mask, a white cloth, and an amber bottle.
Joe waited another ten minutes. "On with the show," he thought to himself as he put on the mask, grabbed the cloth and bottle, and headed upstairs.
He carefully crept to the edge of the dining room and peered in. Chris' back was to Joe which made him smile as he watched the young man's muscles flex as he continued to paint the wall. But Joe could easily see that Chris was having a lot of difficulty in this task. His motions were slow and disorganized. Several times Chris stopped painting and wiped his face with his hand as if he were trying to clear his head. "This is going to be excellent," Joe thought as he smiled at the young stud trying to stay awake. He opened the amber bottle and wetted the white cloth.
The roller suddenly dropped from Chris' hand, and he began to sway back and forth. One hand reached up to his head once again while the other shot out to steady himself against the wall. Joe knew this was his opportunity. He darted out from the living room, the cloth in his right hand ready. He slipped his left arm around Chris and pulled him away from the wall. Before Chris could really react, Joe placed the chloroformed cloth over his nose and mouth.
Chris was already too drowsy to fight off this attack. He barely knew what was happening to him. He could feel an arm wrapped around his chest, the body of a person behind him, and something on his face. But that was all the coherence his thoughts had. As the smell of the chloroform penetrated his nostrils, instinct took over and he began to shake his head in an effort to remove the smell. But his strength had been sapped by the tranquilizers in the lemonade. His struggle, which began only weakly, quickly slowed. As he took more breaths, his head got heavier and harder to move. His right arm, which was still free, lost its ability to reach up and sank limply to his side.
Joe was getting increasingly excited as this well-built young man was falling prey to his attack. "That's right," he spoke softly into Chris' ear, "a few more breaths and this will all be over. Go to sleep. Go to sleep."
Joe used his knees to gently knock Chris' knees out from under him. He guided the young man down to a kneeling position while pressing the cloth more tightly on his face.
"That's it, out you go."
Joe heard Chris sigh and then his whole body went limp. Chris was now his. Joe gently lowered Chris onto the floor while still keeping the cloth in place. After two more breaths, Joe removed the cloth and put it in his pocket. Chris was totally out. He looked peaceful lying there on the floor of the dining room, his muscled chest rising and falling with each breath, now of fresh air. Joe smiled at his prize as he took off his mask. "This is going to be a good day," he said to the unconscious youth.
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