Lockdown Master Part 3
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Adam left Dan's flat and put his hands in front of his shorts to hide the wet spot. Luckily there were no other neighbours in the corridors or lift. He closed his own front door and breathed a sigh of relief. He shucked off his wet shorts and his still raging boner slapped against his stomach, leaving a few drops of pre cum. He was confused and shocked after the scene in Dan's flat, but hornier than he had ever been in his life. His cock ached to be touched, but he daren't even brush his hand against it in case it triggered an orgasm. It was only 10.30 am and he wondered if his will power would last until bedtime. It didn't even occur to him to disobey Dan's instructions. After only two brief meetings, all he wanted to do was please the ex-army stud.
He took a cold shower and re-dressed in boxers, jeans and a sweater, figuring that the more layers between his hand and his cock, the less his temptation there would be to wank. He went through every stage of this morning's encounter, trying to remember each word Dan had uttered. It made his cock hard again, recalling the foot massage he had given. His phrase about Adam loving Dan to have total control over him replayed over and over in his mind. It was mad. Adam barely knew this guy, but the more he thought about it, the more he realised it was true.
The began to wonder what `total control' entailed. Dan had already decided when Adam was allowed to wank. Would he have to get Dan's permission any time he wanted to touch himself? Would he have to ask to leave his own flat?
Then there was the conundrum about Dan `identifying as straight' but being massively turned on by having another guy under his control. Did that mean that he wouldn't get to suck Dan or be fucked by him -- just hang around to take orders? The thought that he might not even get to see Dan's cock made him shudder.
Adam looked at his watch. He had been pacing around his flat for 2 hours, thinking of nothing but Dan. He pulled himself together a bit, had a sandwich and then went out for a bike ride to clear his head. By three pm he was back in the flat, horny again and thinking non-stop about Dan. He watched some movies and got to 9.30pm before he could hold off no longer. He slowly undressed and lay naked on his bed. Would Dan consider it too early to count as bedtime? He wasn't 11 years old after all. Well, too late. He was hard and naked and he just couldn't help himself any longer. He scooped some of the precum off his glistening knob and sucked it off his fingers, wondering what Dan's would taste like. He thought of Dan's muscled legs spread wide on his sofa and the feel and smell of his beautiful feet. Within seconds he was shooting a rope of cum over his shoulder onto the pillow, swiftly followed another that landed on his hairy forearm.
He fell into a contented sleep, but was wide awake at 2am, hard again. He began to gently stroke his cock, thinking about Dan's next instruction -- the email he was to write in the morning. Soon he was shooting his load again, not so violently as before, but still powerfully.
Since the lockdown began, Adam had been sleeping in late, enjoying the freedom of not having to work, but the next morning, he was at the desk, laptop open, by 8am. Yesterday's cold shower had faded the email address on his wrist, but it was still legible. Just looking at Dan's writing on his skin made Adam's cock twitch. He began to type:
"Dear Dan, I did what you said and waited until yesterday evening before wanking about our meeting. It was so hard to wait that long as I was crazily horny after seeing you.
Holding off cumming did give me a LOT of time to fantasise though. Maybe that was your intention?"
Adam stopped typing and stared at the screen. Some of the scenarios he had thought about the day before might freak straight-identifying Dan out. They were definitely gay fantasies. After a long pause, he began to type again
"You were very honest with me yesterday about the interrogation thing and about Kerry, so I'm going to be honest with you, even though I am scared you will think I am a massive perv and never want to see me again.
You were right -- I was lusting after you in the car park. You are so handsome and masculine and your body is so hot. I fancy everything about you from that curly hair and twinkly hazel eyes down to your perfect feet. You are also right that I wanted you to be in charge straight away; to tell me what to do and how to please you.
Yesterday, while I was massaging your feet, I was desperate to kiss and lick them. I wanted to suck your toes. I wanted to kiss up your legs until I got to your balls. I wanted you to nod at me to tell me it was OK to worship your balls with my tongue and then have me beg to taste your cock and swallow it down my throat"
Adam paused again. His heart was pounding. Would the thought of a grown man begging Dan to suck his dick turn him on or repulse him? He thought about deleting the last paragraph, but decided to plunge on.
"Of course, from the little you said yesterday, I have no idea if you would like what I just wrote, but you ordered me to tell you about my fantasies and that was definitely up there. I have thought about it a lot and I really, really want to please you, even if that means just kneeling at your feet waiting for orders or running around serving you, not necessarily in a sexual way.
I want it to be about you, Sir, and your pleasure (another fantasy is to call you Sir).
I hope I have not put you off and would love to see you again whenever you are ready, Sir.
Respectfully Yours Adam"
Adam pressed send. `Please let him like it, he whispered to himself as he closed the laptop.
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