I entered the small apartment. "Chadila?"

At first, I saw no one. Just the back of the soft blue couch. "Chadila?"

My long time dancing partner didn't seem to be in for the night. I peeked into her room to find a heap of clothes but not her. The spare room was locked for one reason or another and the kitchen was empty. I found a note on the table.

"Hey, Froggs. I went out with Mr. Morality. Tell Ahdrian I'm sorry I missed him. I left the key to your room under my lamp. I had to lock it when the maid came. I hope you find it all right."

"Froggs?" I remembered the name but not the person it went to. I shook my head and walked back to the living room. Apparently, I had missed her so there was no use in staying. I noticed a shape on the front of the couch and thinking it might be Chadila I went towards it.

Yago was sleeping there, covered by a motley blanket. My mind jolted with recollection that he had moved in with her and she had dubbed him 'Froggs'.

He shifted a bit in his sleep and the blanket slipped off his shoulder. He slept on his stomach with his arms tucked under his head. I realized as the blanket slipped that he also slept half naked.

I sat down on the chair across from the couch as the sleeping beauty began to bewitch me. He murmured softly, poetically in his dreams and his red lips moved with each sound as if he were trying to kiss his pale shoulder. His arms caught me off guard with the muscles I saw flexing as he slept and I had never realized his eyes, framed by such dark, full lashes had an almost oriental slant. His dark bangs fluttered a bit in his face and the thin braid of hair that usually fell down his back curled by his rosy cheek. His back... I never thought about how defined and well-shaped his back could have been until I saw it's half covered state and wondered where the deep arch in between his ribs would lead. I wondered what else lay beneath the blanket.

Yago muttered again and shifted a bit. For a moment I thought he was waking and I was flustered into standing. My body had jumped into a full state of arousal looking at the younger man and I blushed to think of what he would say if he did wake... and what if he was naked.

I shivered at the notion and took a step towards him when his gentle breathing had resumed. He must have been dreaming. Curious, careful I took the edge of the blanket that was the most loose and lifted it slowly. I licked my lips when I saw that although he was not entirely naked he was only wearing a rather lose pair of underpants.

My throat was dry as I looked over his pale white legs. They were long in proportion to his lean body and so strong. I knew he could jump higher than every man in the dance team but it had never occurred to me the power his narrow thighs must have contained to touch those rafters. In his sleep the muscles in his body were drawn and flexing, his round calves especially. Yet the muscles playing beneath his pale skin did not take away from the innocent femininity of his stunted form. Even his damn feet were some how beautifully feminine. He was perfectly proportioned, just inches shorter than myself in every area of his body.

I suddenly caught myself wondering what other part of his body might surprise me with it's proportion. I could think on no way to get him to turn over without waking him though... and I had no idea how I could get his underwear off without his knowing.

The dark head tilted back slowly, sleepily and his lush red mouth fell open with another musical moan. I licked my lips looking over his porcelain form. I had to have him. I would never be able to rest unless I did.

More silent than when I had first entered I stole back to Chadila's room. She and I had often discussed her fetishes which was rather comical. I found the box she had described under her bed and helped myself to the blindfold, the shackles, and a black handled blade that was in the box. I left the gag where it was.

I had never done anything like this before. I didn't know if I should take off my clothes before I woke him. If I should bind him first then blindfold him. Blindfolding first seemed the better option.

Quietly, I moved behind him, leaning over the couch. I slipped the blindfold against his eyes then pressed down on the pillow gently, so as not to disturb his arm and slipped the red cloth around his closed eyes. I was momentarily distracted by his soft black hair and the fluffiness of it's texture. I tied the blindfold at the side of his head, tight as I could without awakening him. I decided to tie it tighter once he awoke or I had his arms secured.

Walking to the front of the couch I could not resist gliding my hand over his back. When he shivered and hugged the pillow closer, I realized fearfully I had almost awakened him.

I sat down at the edge of the couch. Not sure how to lure his arms from behind the pillow, I shifted the blanket again. The shackles were freezing cold so I breathed on them to warm them before latching them around his pretty ankles.

Yago made a soft resistive sound and his leg shifted up, the knee pointing off the couch until his foot pulled at the shackle. Not wanting the sound of the chain to wake him I placed a hand on the thigh that was pointing away and gently urged it back against the other. His skin was soft and warm, traced with goose bumps, but overwhelmingly sweet to the touch. My hand slid up his inside thigh and traced over his slippery underwear to gently fondle the muscles of his ass.

I'm not a very good rapist, because I kept forgetting not only that my lover did not know that he was going to be my lover but that he was sleeping.

My drifting touch waked him and his entire body tensed and jolted as he tried to rise, and moaned groggily. "What..."

Terror seized me instantly and I lurched my body over him. He had risen to his elbows before he realized he was shackled by an unknown intruder and cried out with shock when the realization came. I pressed my body flat over his and held his wrists to keep him from removing the blindfold. The younger man grunted and strained trying with all his might to throw me or keep me from pushing him down and though he was strong, I was stronger... or at least a little more heavy. His elbows caved and then gradually I pushed his shoulder to the couch again.

We were both breathing heavily but he hadn't even started yet. The smooth back I so admired arched against me and his legs tried to kick me. I think in his panic he forgot they were shackled together because he never unified their efforts. I struggled with the arms under the pillow and victorious held his wrists one in each hand. He gave an angry yell when I managed to wrestle them out from under the pillow and behind his back, twisting his hands to his lower back. I pinned him hard by sitting in his back, holding him with my thighs and pressing my heated loin against his squirming form.

I wasted no time in trapping his struggling limbs in the cold metal. Yago gave another tenor yell but there was no one to hear. The room was too far away from anyone else for anyone to come and save him.

Pressing my body over his struggling form was a thrill beyond description. He hated me to the core when he knew who I was and when I was his unknown attacker he was a terror to behold. It occurred to me that I would probably have to wait until his strength ran out before I could even touch his body. In the meantime, his bucking and squirming was more arousing than seeing him mostly naked under the blanket. I shivered with the knowledge that soon I could enjoy him any way I damn well pleased.

"What are you? A robber!" He demanded trying to weasel out of the handcuffs.

I dared not speak. He might recognize my voice. I only laughed and shook my head into his neck.

"Oh, someone I know, then?" He tried to elbow my in the gut but I was too far away. "Afraid to speak?"

I decided to hide my identity as a native to the island, speaking fluently in the language of my father and disguising my voice with my notoriously famous English accent. "I'm not a robber."

He replied in English as clear to a native Frenchman as possible. "Then what the hell do you want!"

I was surprised by that he was so fluent in both languages and had no reply for him.

His melodious voice tamed suddenly and his struggled subsided. "You're not going to kill me are you?"

I laughed at him, amused by his thoughts. I shifted my body and lay down over his struggling form and began to kiss his neck, licking his skin and savoring the salty flavor of his sweat. The moment my lips touched his flesh he gasped with realization. "Oh my god..."

My hands flew over his luscious body and his skin trembled in denial. He lurched against me once more, trying to hurt me. He did not succeed.

I reached over and took the knife into my hand. It was not made to kill, rather to cut so it worked well on his underwear. I felt his breathing intensify and he began to plea with me, his voice soft and whimpering. "Please, let me go."

He shivered and moaned when I peeled the torn fabric away and the tight muscles in his beautiful ass flexed and tightened beneath my hand. I hugged him about the waist, pressing his body close to mine and basking in the luxury of his slender muscular form. He whimpered again, a soft moaning sound and squirmed beneath me. "Please... don't do this..."

I slid my hands underneath him and fondled the muscles of his chest.

He sighed, tilting his head back and arching his lower body into the couch. "Stop...oh god."

His cry sounded more like a frustrated moan than the pleading of a victim to me but either way I didn't care. His body smelled sweet and his skin tasted ripe. I nibbled at his flesh, delighting in his gasps and rocking my lower body into his.

Yago's hands were cuffed behind him and I realized he could have been clawing or pinching at my stomach but was not. I kissed down his neck towards his hands and quickly licked his palms before he clenched his fists. "Oh please, leave me alone."

I refused hugging his body tighter to me. My erection throbbed through my clothing into his naked ass and I forced my body between his thighs rocking hard into him. He groaned again, his head tilting back with his mixture of fear and arousal. My hands slipped lower on his bare form. They tickled over his clenched abdomen and down the soft down leading to his manhood. He shivered and whimpered when I slid my hands underneath his full-grow erection and began to nurse it though the fabric of his tattered underwear. It was wet from pre-cum.

I laughed at him and licked his ear. "Is that all from me or where you having naughty dreams, my little bitch boy?"

He half-growled a reply, something in masked French.

I squeezed him gently as I rocked over him, kneading his arousal and stirring more than moans of protest from him. He sighed and shook against me and when I brought my lips to the base of his neck, he shrugged his shoulder towards me offering up his sweet throat. His Adam's apple jumped when I licked it and he whimpered against the pleasure.

My mouth slipped up his newly-shaved neck and as I continued to roughly batter his naked body with my fully clothed form, I kissed the edge of his opened lips. I was surprised when he twisted his face and returned the light touch.

I laughed at him and slipped my mouth away from him. He whimpered again and bit his self-willed lip shaking his head. "Please, go away... I can't do this. Please..."

Yago sounded so sexy when he begged for his innocence. I continued to rub my hands over his throbbing body and I could feel his thighs shiver. I bit his shoulder sucking at his flesh while he moaned and cooed and wept and sighed. He wanted what I was doing... and badly.

He made a sound to protest me but I silenced him with a kiss. He moaned in torment and I continued to play with his bursting organ as I slipped my tongue past his lips and tasted his mouth. He nipped my tongue, warning me to leave his mouth and I squeezed my hand making him wince with pain, asserting my control over him. He quickly warmed to my style of kissing and reciprocated with a reluctant enthusiasm.

"Oh god..." I heard him groan suddenly and I realized when he began to rock his erection into my light grip that he was about to climax.

"You can't kiss for shit." I laughed at the sexy little man and leaned my head over to kiss him again, rocking harder against him. "But you're hot as hell."

He swore back at me an unknown collaboration of French. I might have recognized it if he had ever finished his statement, instead I felt the rag separating my hand from his pulsing body fill with his fluid and he whimpered in ecstacy.

Yago lay there trembling as if it were the first time he'd ever climaxed and I quietly slipped away from him to undress. I expected complete submission from him, even a little compliance but I may have been masked by my own overwhelming lust. I didn't even have my shirt all the way off before I realized he was rubbing his head against the pillow and trying to get the blindfold off.

"You clever little bitch." I laughed at him. He railed when I jerked the blindfold tighter against his head. He moaned when I tickled my fingers into the cleft between his muscular buns. "I might have to punish you now."

I sat down on the curve of his back, half supporting my own weight and occupying his struggle because he was trying to throw me. I discarded my shoes and socks and slipped off the tank I wore under my shirt. My little slut groaned and whimpered when I lifted off his body and rolled him off the couch.

Yago grunted when he hit the floor on his back like I wanted. He tried to wiggle away from me but I stopped his struggle by placing my bare foot on his pelvis, lightly rubbing the base of his penis with my heel. He dropped his head back and yelped with surprise.

I wiggled my toes over his member, reviving it and gradually leading it back into arousal. Yago threw his head back and forth trying to escape but not able to move. "For God's sake, stop it! Just finish what you came to do and leave me alone."

"Finish what I came to do, eh?" I laughed at him and dropped my pants. "Alright."

My clothing pooled over his lower body and I noticed him pale. "Oh... shit."

I joined him on the floor. "Come on, you little French slut. You know you want this."

"I am not a slut." He protested, trying to kick me. I thwarted his efforts by grabbing his knees. He dropped his head back when I pushed his knees to his chest and lightly caressed his inviting entrance. "I never had sex in my life."

I hesitated and forgot to mask my voice. "You're a virgin?"

"I guess..." His head fell to the side. "I mean... just a minute ago..."

I looked down at Yago again; the cynical, charming, and cunning Yago. I'd never thought about him as a virgin. I don't know why, it just seemed like he couldn't possibly have never slept with anyone before. Especially, if he lived with Chadila. But he could have been...

Whenever we talked about who fucked who or where or how... Yago never contributed. He never seemed shy or bashful but he had never shared a tale of his exploits. Looking at him now, chained hand and foot with a blindfold shielding me from him, I wondered if I should go.

My lower half wept in protest and I assured him. "Lying isn't going to make me leave."

"It's not a lie." He answered, defiant and angry. "And I know it won't. I just want you to get it over and done with."

My body was dripping with my desire and I held my oozing member against the entrance of his body. Yago bit his lip, his whole form trembling as he prepared himself for my intrusion. I continued to rub the natural lubrication over his tight form and coated my finger with the white liquid. He gasped and jolted when I glided my finger into him and heaved a sobbing sigh when I slid it in and out.

His breath became an impassioned rhythm and I slipped another finger into his warm body, stretching him. His sighed and gasped rocking slowly with my urging.

I held his knees and parted his legs, making room for me to come through and kiss his mouth. He gulped as I touched him again and as I rubbed my naked body over his. I kissed him, melting our mouths together and gently rocking against him. I glided my hands down his silky sides and drew my mouth away to whisper to him. "Relax. It's won't hurt as much."

I kissed him again and quietly massaged his thighs willing him to unclench his body. He sighed and yielded to me. I could see the muscles on his face tighten as I guided my body inside of him.

He whimpered with the pain and his lip bled, he bit it so hard. When I pushed deeper into him, he opened his mouth and sobbed languishing in the sharp pains striking every direction of his body.

I was in heaven. His body was perfect. Tight and warm. In resisting me, the inside of his body was massage me and he felt so good. I forced myself to remain still and let his body grow use to the pressure. I felt his body stretch as I throbbed within.

Yago whimpered again when I withdrew from his body. His breath was strained and difficult and he gave another quick cry when I pushed back in. I embraced him and lifted his body against mine, forging our bodies into one as I forged inside of him.

He gave one final moan of utter wretchedness and it was he last protest. I swam in wanton desire when he began to strive with me, pushing back against me and I thrilled at his tiny gasps of growing need.

I kissed him again, luring him out of his unfriendliness and teaching him how to kiss. I massaged his lower back arching him towards me and thrusting into his sweet body. My desire raged and I felt myself growing closer to the ecstacy I had been seeking. I felt his bound hands reach for mine behind his back and I gripped them, crushing his fingers until I flooded into his body with overwhelming power. I collapsed on top of him. I could have remained there in a contented forever.

Only he started rubbing his head on the carpet again, trying to get the blindfold off. I retied it and laughed at him. "My curious little bitch."

He scoffed at the title and sighed after a moment. "Who are you?"

I did not answer, licking at his open mouth before I kissed my way down to his erect body. I had hardly begun to kiss his tender young body before I looked up to see him trying to rub the blindfold away. I pulled the sheet down and dropped it over his head. He growled with frustration. I laughed at him, pressing my mouth over his through the blanket. "Just relax. I'm going to leave in a minute."

I couldn't leave my sexy little bitch wanting, could I?

His fresh juices tasted unbelievably sweet to me and I drank every drop from his hot body. When he lay panting and satisfied, I moved the blanket enough to reveal his mouth to me and kissed him, letting him taste the sweetness of his own body.

Yago groaned once more and whispered. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph..."

"I'm none of the aforementioned." I gave him one last kiss and slipped away from his body to dress.

I was nearly fully clothed when he wondered. "You're still here?"

"Yeah." I replied, watching looking over his perfect body as I slipped my shirt on.

"Are you just going to leave me chained up like this?" He wondered, breathless.

I knelt besides him and rolled him onto his stomach again. I reached under the blanket to set the blindfold straight then I tangled the blanket around his arms and tied it to the end of the table. I removed the hand cuffs and stole the rag that had been his underwear. "See you around, Froggs."

His head jerked towards me at the title and in a sudden flurry on movement he strained to get loose of the blanket and remove the blindfold, desperate to know who had raped him. I only smiled as he over turned the table and cursed as the door closed behind me.

I'd see him again soon.