I, at one point in my life, worked as a cable guy. It was a stressful job but it has always played into a fantasy of mine that might interest certain parties who browse this board.

You've called your IP Company because dammit your modem is busted. You can't watch TV, browse your favorite subreddit, or look at any of your favorite PST vids. So in I stroll. It's late, really late, but I tell you it's because we're backed up. You're just glad to get it taken care of.

I bring in bags of equipment, and walk all over your home, tracing lines and testing all of your equipment. It takes what feels like hours.

After awhile I ask if I can look at your computer to see if my fix has worked. You say "Of course" and lead me to your laptop. You leave the room but when you come back you find me looking at videos of you in... Compromising positions. That's when I look at you with The Hunger.

You've seen it before. When men want to take you but you've never seen it so intense. So passionate. It looks like I'm seconds from ripping your clothes of and shoving my cock deep inside you.

You try to explain but you can't. I'm already on top of you. I use my box cutter to tear your clothes off, my zip ties to keep your arms and legs bound and then I grab that bright red tape. I go all around your body with pass after passy of this sticky adhesive. It keeps you bound tight, like a trussed up Christmas presents.

I fuck you slowly, leaving your mouth unbound because I want to hear you cry. It only gets me harder. I cum three or four times in you. Using all of your holes. Each time taking longer, each time you hate yourself for enjoying it more.

Finally I come back to you. "Not again" you think to yourself. What else could I want?

I force you to look at my while my dick enters you, my slow thrusts making you squirm. It tell you "Repeats after me: Thomas, please fuck me. I love you." You refuse. So I twist and slap till you oblige. I make you say it over and over again till you finally believe it. Deep inside you believe it.

We, in that moment, do love each other. When I cum, you cum, when I breathe, you breathe. We are in violent synchronization.

I release you, letting you clean yourself up and catch your breath. I gather my things and walk to the door but before I do I leave a small card. "My number for when you next need me."

I leave and you stare at the card for ten minutes. And then you get out your phone and dial me. You need more.