My phone buzzes. It's 9:27 p.m. and my phone just hit 5% life. This needs to be quick. I'm on the front porch, looking around before opening the townhouse door that was left ajar. Besides a woman and her German Shepherd turning the corner of 5th, the sidewalks are empty. I open the door and enter the foyer. Only the silhouettes of the furniture and décor can be seen. "Mr. Wright," my voice travels through the darkness. No answer. This is what the address says, but maybe he isn't home? I call his name one more time and wait, but there is still no answer. So much for trying to be a good Samaritan... As I turn around to exit, the outline of a muscular figure stands in the frame of the doorway. The streetlights lend enough light to illuminate the grin on the man's face. He slams the door shut. Before I can react or even form a thought, he shoves me to the cold, tiled floor. My fall is cushioned by a thick, narrow rug. My fingertips graze the lines of the grout as I try to steady myself upright, but before I can even sit up, he is on top of me, pushing me back down, pinning me with his giant shoulders. I squirm, try to wiggle free, but his grip on my arms tightens as he forces himself closer to me. There's an insatiable hunger in his eyes. I let out a few incoherent murmurs before he shoves his hand over my mouth. I can feel his coarse hands against my lips. The stubble on his cheeks rub against my face as he moves his mouth close to my ear and whispers, "Shut the fuck up. You're my little bitch now." He pulls out a razor blade and starts cutting off my shirt, leaving a scratch on my chest. The sensation of his tongue sliding across the small gash makes me quiver. So warm. So wet. He looks up at me with his voracious eyes and moves his face closer to mine. "Don't you say a fucking word," he whispers with hot breath before releasing the pressure of his hand from my mouth. My pants no longer fit. They grow tighter as my cock swells. The stubble on his chin brushes down my chest as he licks the wound one more time. He feels my growing member, grins, and then slices my pants and underwear off with uncanny precision. The abruptness and force of the motion makes me gasp. "What did I just say?" His rugged hand covers my mouth again. His other hand opens the nearby cupboard. Mr. Wright lifts whatever he pulled from the cupboard up to his mouth. A ripping sound pierces the silence. The next thing I know, my mouth is sealed shut by a piece of duct tape. His eyes connect with mine as he heads south, ending with him nibbling on my cock. I've never been so anxious and turned on in my life.