EROTIC STREET BLUES (A BONER BOOK)

I had been a fool. I had been utterly and completely stupid. I had been had. I had left the window open and the shade up in my bedroom because it was a warm evening in June, early summer. Not hot enough yet to use the air conditioner but warm enough to leave the window open wide. As I said, I had been a complete and stupid fool. Because now I was lying trapped on my own bed. I was lying on my stomach in a miserably uncomfortable hog-tied position. (My arms were pulled back behind me and roped tightly at the wrists with mounds of rope. My blue dress socked feet were pulled back and roped off at the ankles to my wrists. A quadruple set of tit clamps was on my nipples and the other side of them was clamped to my bed sheets, holding me awfully in place. Every time I tried to raise myself the fucking tit clamps pulled harshly on my poor nubs, threatening to rip them off my big muscular chest. What a fucked up position to be in, and in my own apartment no less.) He had climbed up the fire escape to my second floor apartment unseen by anyone at one thirty AM that morning. I was sleeping soundly as the big husky burglar climbed silently through my open window. Stupid of me, it was as if I had invited the bastard in. He had come with the intention of simply ripping me off. And what New York burglar could pass up the chance at an open window during the night? And what New York burglar could ignore an open window with a fire escape right outside it and only two stories up no less. For a New York City burglar that was all easy pickings let me tell you. But then by the light of the moon shining in my window he saw me sleeping there. I was on my back lying atop the covers, clad in just my left over navy blue dress socks from the workday before and a pair of white briefs. My body is muscular and rippled and in my sleep I heard a deep intake of breath when the guy caught sight of me. I stirred slightly in my sleep as the guy silently put his large backpack on the floor. He stealthily made his way over to my bed, drinking me in, devouring me with his eyes. My big pink nipples were erect on my muscular chest as it rose and fell with my breaths. My dick was semi hard in my briefs. My big juicy balls pressed against the cotton material of my briefs, outlining themselves for him to see. My wallet was on my dresser my gold chains were on my night table. All the bastard had to do was grab those things and be on his fucking way.