Now with his mask off, Joe continued to look down at the slumbering Chris. "He looks so peaceful lying there after his struggle," Joe thought, "unaware of the fun that lies ahead."
"If this isn't a Kodak moment, I don't know what is," he said smiling to the sleeping hunk at his feet. He went into the bedroom and found his instamatic camera. "I'm glad these things are still around," Joe thought as he stood deciding what pictures to take. "Just a few to remember this moment," said Joe as he snapped several pictures of Chris' unconscious form. "We'll save some for later, though," Joe said as he put the camera and the pictures back in the bedroom.
Joe knelt down next to Chris and stroked his hair and face. He then moved down to his naked chest, feeling the solid muscle of Chris' pecs and the peaks and valleys of his ripped abdomen. Joe's excitement became readily apparent as he now had a raging hard on. "Well, it's about time we took care of that," said Joe to his engorged member.
Joe pulled Chris up into a sitting position and then grabbed him under his arms. He dragged Chris over to the wall of the dining room and hoisted him up to a standing position, using the wall to support Chris' body. Joe then quickly got in front of Chris, leaned his left shoulder down toward Chris' waist, and allowed the sleeping stud to fall gently onto his shoulder. Joe hoisted Chris up and wrapped his left arm firmly around Chris' tight legs. Joe was totally enjoying Chris' weight on his shoulder. He was aroused as Chris' hands touched the small of his back as he walked around the room with his prize. With his right hand, Joe massaged Chris' ass through his shorts, looking forward to a few minutes from now when he would be touching it without the impediment of clothing. "Let's get you into the bedroom, shall we?"
Joe carried Chris into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Joe was salivating at the thought of removing Chris' clothes, a task he began immediately. Joe first removed Chris' sneakers and socks. Joe spent some time caressing Chris' feet, calves, and thighs, feeling the strength in his powerful leg muscles. Slowly Joe's hands crept under Chris' shorts, closer and closer to the ultimate prize. Joe could wait no longer. He undid the button at the top of Chris' shorts and slowly opened the zipper, purposely lengthening the moment. He then tugged at the shorts, working them down Chris' legs, and finally slipping them off and throwing them into a corner of the room. One more piece of clothing to go: a pair of white boxer briefs that clung tightly to Chris' sweaty body, accentuating every curve of Chris' ass and hips. Joe could see the outline of Chris' dick through the wet fabric. His fingers at first gently traced the limp organ; next, he used his hand to rub it through the material of the underwear. His other hand reached down his own pants and began to work on his own raging member.
Joe could wait no longer. He grabbed the boxer briefs and ripped them apart, exposing Chris' impressive although flaccid dick nestled under a small mound of blonde hair. Now that Chris was naked, Joe pulled off his own clothes in a hurried frenzy and stood before the still sleeping young painter. He resumed his synchronized pumping of both his own and Chris' dick. And while Chris wasn't responding to the stimulation, Joe surely was.
He was soon breathing heavily; he was close to climax. As he felt the pressure building, he held his breath as several long streams of cum shot out and landed on the magnificent abs of the drugged youth. Joe was panting after such an intense experience. He looked down at Chris with a genuine appreciation on his face. Chris had not stirred during any of this.
Joe looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the table. Between the tranquilizers and the chloroform, Joe knew that Chris would be out for another 30 minutes. To fill the time, Joe set about securing Chris' wrists and ankles to the bed. Joe took his time, savoring the feel of the young man's muscles as he moved and manipulated them into place. Finally, Joe smiled down at the now spread-eagled young man. The sight of Chris tied up began to excite Joe. Enough time had passed that Joe's hard on returned.
To relieve the situation, Joe climbed on top of Chris and laid down on the prone form, his own body an imitation of the spread-eagled figure below him. As the two men were about the same height, every body part was placed in mirror-image position: arms against arms, chest against chest, groin against groin, legs against legs. The two men's dicks rubbed against each other's lower abdomens. Joe began humping against Chris' body, the friction successfully stimulating Joe's cock. Joe stole a kiss from the unconscious boy's lips as his dick erupted a second time, spilling its white sticky liquid once again on Chris' abs.
Completely spent, Joe laid against Chris' body, nuzzling his neck, taking in the man's smell, luxuriating in the feeling of his own body against the solid frame of the young Adonis. Joe was losing himself in the euphoric feeling when he felt a slight quiver below him. After a few more minutes, the movements continued, and he detected the faintest moanings coming from the boy's mouth.
"Ah, so you finally awaken," Joe whispered in the ear of his secured victim. Joe slowly climbed off the bed so he could watch as Chris battled to regain consciousness. "Now I can repay you for the pleasure you've given me so far."
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