LUBE/-

: - (“personal lubricant”) is a liquid or gel used to reduce friction and irritation during sexual activity.

This is a true story, I think? It happened to an intoxicated friend of a friend.

In the early morning hours around 4 AM, a call came through dispatch;

“Nkukumane Fire and Rescue, how may I help you?”

“Please send an ambulance to 11047 Nkulumane 11 and bring the police”, answered a frantic feminine voice on the line.

“The police?” inquired the operator. “Ma'am we are fire and rescue. If you need the police their number is 107-“ the operator continued before being rudely cut off by the caller;

“Just send the ambulance goddamnit!”

When the EMTs arrived at the location, they found a frantic woman waiting for them at the gate, with an iron bar in hand for self-defense? Her name was Mrs Luphahla, first name Clara; she was 32 years of age.

She looked like a character from a Playboy magazine, illuminated by the blaring strobe lights. Clara wore a ballroom mask on her face; a silk robe that appeared to have been hastily wrapped on, partly revealing the lingerie underneath and on her feet; and nine-inch heels with zippers that reached up her thighs.

“BDSM?” asked one of the EMTs in the driver’s seat, questioning his partner.

“Ehhm I don’t know, maybe. At 4 AM though” responded the other sceptical EMT.

“Just look at her, if we replaced that iron bar with a whip, she looks like a domme doesn’t she” suggested the driving EMT. He was a self-proclaimed sex expert who spent most of his time indulging in adult entertainment online.

The two EMTs disembarked from the ambulance and followed Mrs Luphahla into the house and onto the bedroom which had a sex swing mounted on the door. In there they found a half-naked man in a leather body suit, all curled up on the bed next to a container of baby oil. This was Mr. Luphahla, first name John. A well-built fitness trainer in his late 30s. He was hogging the bed sheets, sobbing.

“Told you, BDSM!” called out the driving EMT excitedly, signaling for a high five.

One glaring look from his partner and he dropped back into his shell. Soon the police arrived on the scene and Clara began narrating the events while the EMTs prepared to take the traumatized Mr Luphahla to the hospital. Clara and John were extroverts who lived an adventurous life, indulging in fetishes such as swinging, orgies and BDSM.

On the evening prior, the couple had gone to celebrate John’s birthday with friends at a local club in town. One of John’s colleagues introduced them to his drug dealer Smash, who promised them his merchandise would change their sex life forever.

Smash gave the happy couple some fentanyl, a courtesy sample he called it. On their better judgment Clara and John decided not to indulge in narcotics at a public place fearing being nabbed for possession by undercover cops or being kicked out of the club for public indecency if they took the fentanyl and partook in sexual intercourse in the toilet. So they stashed the sample in Clara's bra, opting to get wasted on alcohol instead.

The party ended at around 10 PM or so, they were drunk after all so their sense of time was a bit off. Arriving home after a long day of work and an evening of partying and drinking, the couple retired to bed.

In the early morning hours as with most sexually active men, John awoke with some carnal urges. His blood alcohol levels had dropped so he could maintain an erection. He woke his beautiful wife Clara who had gotten used to the early morning routine.

Right outside was a Burglar looking for an easy score. A slim-built man in his late twenties, he was on the wall peering from the yard next door, casing the joint when he noticed the light coming from the Luphahla home.

He went in for a closer look and to his surprise the garage door was wide open with the side door that led into the house ajar. For a moment the Burglar hesitated thinking some other low-life scum had already broken into the house and gotten off with some valuables.

Why else would the door be open at 3 AM, nobody in their right mind would leave it so. However, John and Clara were not in their right minds.

They were wasted when they arrived home, making a beeline for the bedroom where they passed out, leaving the doors wide open.

The Burglar also noticed the luxury sedan parked in the garage but chose to ignore it. His area of expertise was home invasion, not grand theft auto. He proceeded cautiously into the house, checking for the occupants and any valuables.

Then he heard some weird noise coming from deep within the house, pleasurable moans, and the sound of a whip. For the Burglar this was a surprising turn-on, throwing caution into the wind he decided to indulge his curiosity and check on the source of the sounds.

To his surprise the man; John was lying face down on the bed, restrained with bondage straps that were tied to the bedpost and a ball gag in his mouth. He was wearing a leather body suit that had openings around the nether regions leaving them exposed.

Clara was donning a leather playgirl bunny suit, earmarked with see-through lace around the breasts and the groin. Nine-inch heels on her feet with zippers that extended up to her thighs; a ballroom masquerade mask covering her face. She had a whip in hand which she used to flog John’s exposed buttocks. With every stroke John moaned, driving Clara crazy with lust and ecstacy.

Being an open-minded and experimental couple, John and Clara wanted to try out the fentanyl to get an ultra-high and have mind-blowing sex under the influence of the opioid. Clara popped two pills in her mouth, and rolled them on her tongue before leaning over to John; passing the other pill via a kiss.

Fentanyl is a powerful opioid medically used as a pain reliever for cancer patients or the treatment of those with severe injuries as it blocks pain signals to the brain. Recreationally it is used as a designer drug to induce a state of euphoria as it stimulates the pleasure areas of the brain which many drug users grow addicted to, leading to overdoses and death as the drug is potent.

It took a moment for the effects of the opioid to kick in, numbing up their bodies as dopamine flooded their brains, making them highly excitable and erotic.

The Burglar burst into the room wrestling Clara onto the bed. She wasn’t fighting back, she was enjoying being roughed up. The Burglar hand-cuffed Clara onto the bedpost where she lay next to John begging the Burglar to give it to her hard.

John on the other hand had been blindfolded so he couldn’t really tell what was going on, all he knew was that he felt great as the fentanyl high rocked his body. The Burglar leaned into Clara and asked;

“Where is the lube?”

“Ahh- we- we ran out, this horny bas-tard forgot to buy some yesterday”, she replied with a slurred speech, bashing her eyes. She was too stoned to realize or even care about what was going on.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll do this the old way”; the Burglar smirked, unzipping his pants and whipping out his manhood.

He wet his finger with saliva and lubricated his erect manhood with it.

“Don’t use your spit doofus” Clara slurred incoherently. “It’s unhealthy”, she continued.

Clara was right; it is unadvised to use saliva as a lubricant for sexual intercourse as any STIs in the mouth and the throat can be transferred to the genitals through saliva.

Then again she was stoned so her logic was a bit off;

“Try the baby oil instead. There is a bottle in Tasha’s room” she suggested.

“You have a baby in the house!”

“Pshht, what? No! We are responsible parents, duh. Tasha is at my mother’s house” she highlighted.

The Burglar breathed a sigh of relief;

“I mean yeah sure I’m a petty criminal but I wasn’t going to do this with a baby in the house,” he said zipping up his pants.

Thanks to his larger build which required a bit more fentanyl, John was half-stoned compared to his wife. He had figured out what was going on, a stranger was in their home and he was about to violate his defenseless wife.

John groaned and struggled to break free and protect his wife but it was all for naught. The bedposts were made of reinforced steel, purpose-built to withstand John and Clara’s strenuous amorous activities. Coupled with the leather bondage straps, there was no breaking free

“Don’t you worry you big beautiful man” replied the Burglar, spanking John’s buttocks as he headed for Tasha’s room.

“First door on your right”, instructed an excited Clara, spreading her legs wide open, giving herself a rub.

A few moments later the Burglar returned with the baby oil in hand. He was bottomless, having already removed his pants and underwear. He briskly walked towards the bed, climbing onto it and straddling John.

“What are you doing?” asked a confused Clara.

“Oh this, this is not for you sista”, The Burglar explained pointing at the container of baby oil.

“When I was in prison, I got fucked by men. It was an enlightening experience that got me in touch with my inner self. Turned out I liked men and having their junk inside me, but when it came to sticking mine inside theirs, well it was a different issue. Nobody wanted to get fucked by the skinny guy” lamented the Burglar.

“Do you know the pain of wanting to screw something so hard but nobody will let you coz they don’t wanna be your bitch?! This right here, this big beautiful specimen. I mean look at all this muscle, this premium manly rump. Im gonna take it all and make your man my bitch!” the Burglar continued, caressing and squeezing John's ass.

Every year around three hundred thousand inmates globally are sexually assaulted by other inmates whilst incarcerated.

John couldn’t see what was exactly going on due to the blindfold and restraints but he could feel everything, the weight of the Burglar on top of him and the erect manhood caressing his inner thighs. As sudden as it came it let up. John had a moment of reprieve.

Then he felt a slippery sensation slipping in through his butt crack, wetting him up. He knew what was coming next and he tensed his muscles trying to protect his anus.

With tremendous effort, his legs were forcibly spread wide open and he felt a sharp pain as a hard protruding organ entered him from behind. John let out an agonizing squirm which woke Clara from her stupor.

Clara watched in horror as the Burglar thrust away at John, anally raping him. She tried to break free of her restraints but she was weak due to the effect of the fentanyl. The two men moaned and groaned in the sweet agony of coitus as the Burglar let out a satisfactory roar, exploding his load inside John before collapsing on top of him, having exhausted all his energies.

John lay there motionless, sobbing. There was no point in fighting back anymore, the deed had been done. He had been stripped of his dignity, violated by a man. The Burglar caught his breath, rolled over, and kissed John on the cheek before proceeding to release Clara from her restraints and walking away.

“Uhm so he didn’t take anything?” inquired the police officer with a disturbed look on his face.

“No, he just walked away. The deviant dared to thank us for a wonderful experience!”