Nineteen-year-old Ryan Whitmore was tall and slim as a knife. He looked uncomfortable in plain jeans with white T-shirt and black motorcycle boots; he stood stiffly, his elbows askew, his shoulders pinched…It was jarring to see him out of his baseball uniform, away from the diamond. But the face was the same—the heroic brow, stern chin, high cheekbones. His eyes were so blue as to be startling. The Stranger decided he’d never seen eyes so blue before that moment. Why was the youth standing there at a bus stop on this side of town?

The Stranger didn’t know … and he really didn’t care. He simply knew he had to have the lad.

Approaching the nineteen-year-old from behind, The Stranger clears his throat and says, “What’s a demi-god like you doing in a place like this?”

Before he could answer, a fist collides into the side of Ryan’s face in a backhanding blow that tosses him to the dirty ground. The Stranger smiles again to himself, amazed at his own strength. The youth lays there unconscious as his attacker unzips his own backpack. The Stranger grabs out rope, and starts to untangle it, the large bundle of it no longer one large piece but made up of multiple mid-size and smaller pieces all wrapped into one large bundle.

After dragging the limp, unconscious youth into the privacy of the alley, his violent attacker straddles him, sitting on his hips. The Stranger pulls out his dagger and slices down the back of his light jacket and into the shirt below it. Slowly The Stranger grabs Ryan’s arms and twists them back, yanking the shirt off of him as he ties the youth’s wrists behind him, making his hands clasped almost as if in a prayer.

The Stranger leans down and places his face near his victim’s ear, inhaling Ryan’s scent as his tongue darts out to lick him behind the ear, tasting his salt. The Stranger feels something twinge within him—a sense of urgency as The Stranger reaches down and licks the youth’s back, tasting the clean sweat on his tongue as he undoes his pants. Almost greedily, his hand darts down his open fly as his hand works frenziedly to jerk himself to a orgasm, his face down and chewing on Ryan’s light brown hair, licking and biting his ear lobe as his breath comes in harder and faster gasps. He then decides to change tactics and jerk off Ryan instead. Though the youth was out cold, he was amazed to discover that he could get the lad hard enough to get a few drops flowing. So he doubled his efforts. The Stranger eventually feels Ryan’s body shudder with his nearness to his climax and decides to pull his hand out of his pants, his fingers glistening in the dim light of the alley with the wetness. Slowly The Stranger snakes his fingers into his mouth, depositing the taste of his victim on his tongue.

"Oh you beautiful boy … the magnificent, beautiful boy..." The Stranger murmurs as he changes positions and straddles the unconscious nineteen-year-old’s shoulders, his wetness leaking though his jeans as The Stranger slices his pants down the back side of each thigh, tugging them down so that he can look at the youth’s entire bare backside … even gave each bare cheek a tender kiss. The Stranger feels his eagerness expand as he tugs off Ryan’s boots and his socks.

The young man’s bare feet were magnificent.

They weren’t very big, but they were beautiful! He knew the boy must have spent some time barefoot for they were tanned a bit on the tops but were pinkish white on the soles. The arches and the toes were long. The toes were long enough and the arches were nice and long too. The balls of the feet and the heels were smaller by comparison but the toes complimented the whole foot nicely overall. They felt very soft in The Stranger’s hands. He could easily place Ryan’s narrow feet in his large palms. He closed his fingers around both feet, brought them to his face and took deep whiffs.

The fragrance of the unconscious youth’s feet made The Stranger’s head spin.

After giving both feet a long, thorough tongue bath, The Stranger got back to the job of undressing his victim--hauling off the remnants of Ryan’s jeans and boxers.

The Stranger takes another length of rope and ties it around Ryan’s ankle, then wraps it up around his big toe, running the same rope around his elbow, holding his feet and knees back, the soles of his feet pressed tightly against his buttocks cheek. A bright smile crosses his face as his victim’s sac and cock are exposed, and eagerly The Stranger ties up the other leg the same way.

The Stranger hurriedly pulls off his own pants, boots and shirt, leaving his boxers on—the BVDs already showing the sign of his readiness, the color changed from a medium blue to a sapphire against his pale white skin. The Stranger’s eyes shine at the sight of him and bows down behind Ryan, parting his cheeks with his hands, The Stranger slowly begins to rim the unconscious young man, his tongue and lips teasing him from his ass hole to the area just behind his balls.

He stirs and The Stranger rises and ties a rope to his hands, dragging him across the wooden floor as The Stranger moves him over to a rug by the cold fireplace. There The Stranger rolls him over and smiles down at him, his hands rubbing at his crotch once more. Seeing he hasn't fully come to yet, The Stranger steps out of his boxers and folds them carefully, and shoves them into the now semi-conscious youth’s mouth, the dogwater wetness on them pressed on to Ryan’s tongue and partially down his throat.

The Stranger drops to his knees once more, and begins to rim Ryan again, his desire building fiercely as The Stranger rubs at his own cock and balls. He licks and darts his tongue deeper into his young victim’s asshole. The Stranger reaches forward and strokes Ryan’s shaft, getting it nice and hard so it can only lie back between his knees, pointing towards him.

The Stranger reaches over and grabs a short but thick piece of rope, and grabs Ryan’s balls and pulls them down so they hang away from his body … then ties the rope around the top part of his sac, the balls suspended down much farther from the moaning, semi-conscious young man’s body than normal as The Stranger takes one in his mouth and starts to suck it hungrily. When he grew bored with this The Stranger scrutinized Ryan's bare soles once more. The balls and heels of the youth’s handsome feet were still a rosy pink and in contrast to the tan tops. The skin on his arches and beneath his tender toes was pale and had dried since they had been bathed by The Stranger’s ravenous tongue earlier.

Well round two with Ryan’s beautiful bare feet was about to commence.

To be continued…