Lockdown Master Part 14
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Dan was lost in his thoughts as he whipped up scrambled eggs. He couldn't remember when he had been so contented. When he first started seeing Adam, the bizarreness of the situation prayed on his mind and worried constantly that someone would find out he was having sex with a guy. Now it didn't seem normal exactly, but it didn't freak him out and he liked having Adam around. He couldn't help comparing Adam to his girlfriend, Kelly and apart from the look and feel of her pert breasts, that he still missed, Adam usually came out top in any comparison. Just as he was thinking this, Dan sensed something behind him and looked over his shoulder to see Adam, staring at him adoringly with his big brown eyes. It looked like Adam had been standing there for a while and it crossed his mind that Kelly would never stand there, just gazing at him.
Dan smiled at Adam, who had borrowed a pair of grey shorts, that were too big for him and hung low around his hips. His dark chest hair was still a bit damp as he had dried off somewhat ineffectively with Dan's used towel. "Sit," said Dan, waving an eggy wooden spoon towards a barstool at the kitchen counter. He saw Adam wince as his tender buttocks touched the hard plastic of the stool. The thought that Adam was still feeling the beating he had given him the night before for shouting about Kelly made Dan's cock twitch. He loved the power he had over his handsome, younger neighbour. His cock twitched again when Adam said "Thank you, sir' as Dan placed his breakfast on the counter in front of him. He noticed that Adam did not pick up his own knife and fork until Dan was seated beside him and had had his first mouthful of the perfectly cooked eggs.
They ate in companionable silence. Dan was thinking about the mumbled `I love you' that he thought he had heard from Adam just after he had licked his own jizz off Dan's feet. Even a few days ago, that would have set off alarm bells in his head. All his fears about the sensitive gay neighbour taking their relationship much too seriously would have kicked in and Dan would have finished the whole thing immediately. Today, however, he didn't mind this declaration of love, in fact it made him realise how much he liked Adam. He struck while the iron was hot and said, without preamble, "Would you like to stay here full time with me until you-know-who moves in when Lockdown ends?" Adam's eyes widened in disbelief. He stuttered "Yes please Sir" and Dan engulfed him in vice-like hug.
Once Adam had cleaned the kitchen, which took a while as Dan was not a tidy cook, he wandered over to the desk where Dan was reading emails. Dan took advantage of the loose fit of Adam's borrowed shorts and slipped his hand under the waistband to cup his boy's buttock. "You'd better go and pack some clothes that fit, otherwise I'll be groping you all day long." Adam thought to himself that that would not be a problem for him, but just smiled and said, "Yes Sir, right away."
Back in his flat, Adam agonised about which items of his wardrobe would please dominant neighbour most and made sure to include all his underwear from sedate cotton boxers to skimpy jockstraps, to cater for any whim Dan might have. An hour later he was back at Dan's front door, baggage in tow.
Adam had not been the only one busy in the wardrobe and when Dan opened the front door, Adam's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the 6'2" stud dressed in a pristine white polo shirt, tight cream jodhpurs tucked into black leather riding boots. Adam actually tripped over the threshold in his excitement to get in and had to be caught in the strong, golden-haired arms of his neighbour. Dan laughed briefly, then changed to a sterner tone. "Strip to your underwear here before you follow me into the living room." he ordered, before turning on his heal to leave the hallway. Adam did not obey immediately as he was transfixed by Dan's meaty arse perfectly encased in the tight jodhpurs, but he was nevertheless in the living room, stripped to his white jockstrap in less than a minute. Dan was standing, legs apart, holding a riding crop in his right hand. Dan said nothing, but nodded his approval at Adam's underwear choice and used the crop to gesture to the floor directly in front of him. Adam understood the unspoken order and knelt before his master. He looked briefly up at Dan, but was told, "eyes on the boots". Adam lowered his gaze immediately. Dan continued, "they are a bit dusty. They've been in the back of the wardrobe for years. I was going to give them a wipe, but then I remembered I had an eager slave boy for that. The shoe kit is in the hall cupboard. Get to it!" Adam stood a little shakily and headed for the hall. He returned with the shoeshine kit, knelt once again and started to gently wipe the dust off the black leather.
Knowing how much Adam adored worshipping his bare feet, Dan had planned to have him give the boots a cursory wipe, maybe a kiss or two and then allow him to take them off, but the feeling of Adam's hands through the leather was much more pleasurable than he had expected. "I think they need some polish too, don't you, boy?" he said, whilst stroking the riding crop gently over Adam's bare shoulders and back. He sat down to make himself comfortable while his boy spread out a sheet newspaper and gently lifted one boot at a time onto it, before carefully unfastening the tin of polish and then brushing it into the dry leather. Adam was intent on his task and continued to obey the eyes on the boots' order whilst diligently polishing and buffing. He did not see the huge grin of contentment on Dan's face as he enjoyed the boot blacking. Eventually, the boots were shined to Dan's satisfaction and he signalled this to Adam by raising his head with the crop under his chin. As he raised him up to a higher kneeling position, Dan noticed a large wet spot at the front of Adam's tented jockstrap. "You enjoyed that, boy, didn't you?" "Yes Master, I loved polishing your boots. I am so grateful, Master" replied Adam without hesitation. It was the first time he had called Dan `Master' directly and it made both their cocks twitch even harder. "You'd better show me how grateful," whispered Dan, brushing the end of his crop along the gleaming leather. Adam got back down and smothered each boot in turn with ardent kisses.
Dan had planned a longer session, but the passionate kisses on his riding boots was just one stimulus too far the aching cock that felt like it was trying to drill out of his jodhpurs. "Go and get the lube", he ordered. Minutes later, Adam was bent over the back of the sofa, his hard leaking cock straining to get out of his now soaked jockstrap. Dan's need was too urgent for a gentle build up and Adam yelped as one, two and then three fingers hastily spread the lube into his hole without giving him proper time to adjust. He then felt empty as the fingers were withdrawn just as abruptly and he heard Dan fiddling with the buttons on his fly. Seconds later he was filled up again with Dan's beautiful, veined cock and felt the thick fabric of the jodhpurs rub against his still tender arse. Try as he might, Dan could not last more than a few minutes before erupting into Adam with a roar. After slumping over Adam for a while to regain his composure, Dan tenderly pulled out his still-hard cock and sat back in his armchair, wet dick hanging out of his button fly. Looking over his shoulder at his contented looking Master, Adam checked it was OK for him to move. Dan nodded and Adam slowly knelt before him again. Dan could see the soaked state of his jock and the red cockhead sticking out of the waistband. "You really need to cum, don't you slave boy?" said Dan, "Yes please Sir, please Master," was Adam's desperate reply. Dan bent down and gently peeled off the sodden jock, then ordered Adam to lie on his back on the floor, knees raised and feet spread, soles flat on the floor. He then carefully slid one boot under Adam's balls and rested the other on his hairy chest. "Wank", was his final monosyllabic order. The feeling of the leather under his balls was too much and Adam shot almost immediately coating himself and Dan's other boot with a shower of cum. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.
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