1. The spy and his villain


    Date: 1/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Drug, Gay, Author: Not-Mary-sue, Rating: 76.9, Source: sexstories.com

    It took a lot of planning, hard work and sleepless nights but I finally did it. I finally captured him. For years the spy exposed and destroyed most of my plans, undermining my wealth and destroying many beneficial economical treaties I made with other high end criminals. No I don’t consider myself a villain even when the general public often calls me so, I merely think I am a business man and business is never a clean honest work. If anything I am more honest than most of my counterparts who portray themselves as good natured family men, the mere hypocrisy of it makes me laugh. Soon when the spy is thoroughly dealt with I might even take the wolf in sheep clothing kind of mask, after all with him out of the way there will be no one else to expose me. Truth be told, I am not necessarily planning to kill him, what I truly want is to take his spirit and break it in a million pieces only to rebuild him in a travesty of what it used to be. He will not only be my slave, he will be my bitch. For three days I instructed my henchmen to give him a few moderate beatings and a few creative non traumatic torture maneuvers, nothing he can’t handle, because if I want to have my way with him I need to soften him up a bit. That bastard is tougher than a coffin nail and quite resourceful, one wrong move and he might escape. But now he is ripe for the taking, a little bruised and battered but not too much, how thoughtful of my henchmen to hose him down first. My heart is drumming inside my ...
    chest, how long have I dreamed of seeing him like this: completely naked, tied down to a chair and helplessly shivering with cold. His body is in fact perfect, slim yet muscular with not even an ounce of fat, skin pale like marble and black unruly hair. For someone who is considered the typical action hero there is something eerily feminine about him, maybe it his boyish looks or the fact that he has very little body hair. “What do you want?” He says defiant, annoyed even, I think my men were a bit too gentle with this one. I do not respond yet walk around him in silence; does he actually expect me to give him a monologue detailing my plans like a cartoon villain? “The CIA will not come for you, not because they can’t or don’t know where you are but because they think you are not worth negotiating for” I say nonchalantly. I see a flicker of hurt in those baby blue eyes and know I hit a nerve, his bosses are pleased with his results but not with the collateral damage he causes. In this dark cold basement he is utterly alone and he knows it. Poor thing, shaking from the cold he thinks I want to interrogate him but what I truly want is to fuck his brains out. By the time I’m done with him he’ll give me all I ask for in a gold platter. I remove a syringe from my pocket and jab it in his neck, it’s so fast he can merely gasp in shock, the liquid flows fast down his veins carrying several muscle relaxers and a smidge of heroin. It’s a special concoction created to break his defenses ...
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