Okay, so the usual disclaimers - if your ass is not 18 years old or more, stop reading. If you are offended by gay sex, stop reading. If it is illegal to read or own sexual material where you live stop reading (and move - the world is too small and life is too short to live where you cannot think as you want).
So with that out of the way, a few comments on the story. First off, let me say this is not a love story - this is purely a sexual power story. Second, this first installment is going to be more about setting up the story, and not so much sex. But I promise I will get to that in later ones. Third, this is mostly a fantasy, though some small parts of it did happen - but I am all about making this be what my readers want, so please email me with story ideas and comments. All I ask is be nice, even if you think the story is crap, phrase it nicely, 'cause at least I am being brave enough to post it, ya know? Email me at danb31210@yahoo.com.
Finally, this story is going to involve a lot of unsafe sex, but in the real world always be smart and protect yourself. And now, on with the show...
God, how the hell did this happen? What was I thinking? And how do I get my ass out of it?
My name is Jayce Taylor. I am 34 years old, pretty successful business analyst for a large company downtown, and on the fast track to a corner office. People tell me I am good looking, and I have to admit I am a little vain - I work out five days a week to keep my body in great shape, and I use the tanning bed in winter to keep that healthy glow people go on about. Nice patch of hair across my pecs, and a treasure trail down to my crotch. And yeah, I am hung pretty well, about eight and half cut, with nice low hanging balls. I stand about six foot two inches tall, and my brown hair is kept short, just bit longer then military buzz. All in all, I have to say I can make a pretty damn hot impression when I want to make one.
I have a house in a pretty nice neighborhood - nothing TOO fancy yet, but one day... Two stories with a partially finished basement I use for tools and storage. In the back yard I have a pool, pretty quiet with a privacy screen running all around it - I like to sunbathe in the buff when summer is here. And I have a pretty good piece of yard, not wide but stretches back a fair amount.
My next door neighbor is a mom with two sons, one 17 and one 13. Her husband ran off about four years ago with another woman, leaving Lyndie to raise two boys on her own. She did a great job, I thought, given she had to work two jobs to keep the house, cars and everything else - she was not home too much, but we were friends and I told her I'd keep an eye on Matt and Christian. Slowly she told me about the abuse her husband had heaped on her, and on Matt. He never touched Christian, because he was slightly handicapped, mentally, a condition he blamed on Lyndie. But she and Matt ^Ö he used to use them as punching bags, regularly. Matt tried to stay between his mom and his dad, and took a lot of extra beatings for it. It had never gotten sexual, but it was verbal and emotional. So they both breathed a sigh of relief when he finally had it with the family-man thing, and left. But it made Matt have to grow up quicker then any kid should have to do.
I hired Matt to mow the lawn and take care of the shrubs for me, since I was never one for that crap - and hey, it worked out well for both of us, he needed some money and I wanted to forget the chores. About the third month he was doing this for me - which was about a month after his big 17th birthday party - summer was at its peak, and he was sweating like a pig. When he got done and was putting up the tools, I hollered at him to come to the house when he was done. He came up, still wiping sweat off his face and chest.
Matt is a high school jock - baseball and soccer, mostly, though I heard he used to be on the swim team in middle school. I had heard some girls at his party comment that he was considered one of the big catches at the school - apparently he was the stud of the 11th grade. He's about six feet tall, with sandy blonde hair, and he obviously works out a lot. He was wearing board shorts and runners, and for some odd reason I was catching myself watching as he raised his arm up to wipe across his face - the muscles in his arms and sides were moving in some sort of ... well, hell, it was like they hypnotized me. I caught myself getting a hardon, and I was embarrassed.
I tried to talk my way thru it, telling Matt I liked the work he was doing, and letting him know he was doing more then he had told me he would when I hired him, so I was going to up his pay by twenty bucks a week. He grinned, and thanked me, but he had a weird look on his face. I could see he was thinking of something, and he finally got whatever it was together, and asked me if he could start using the pool.
Now, Matt was a good kid, and responsible, so I knew he would not throw parties and stuff, and he was working his ass off for me, so I said sure. He laughed and said he would run home to grab a suit and come back so he could cool off. Then he said it, the words that would be my downfall.
"Unless you won't give a shit if I swim naked?" He looked me in the eye when he said it, with a sort of smirk. Why didn't I disagree? Why didn't I tell him it would be wrong? Instead....
"Sure, Matt - we are both guys, and I know I have been in locker rooms enough that another guy being bare assed around me is not gonna shock me."
He grinned and said cool - and tore out the door, stripping down his shorts and popping his shoes off as he went. He was naked in seconds, and diving into the pool. I could not take my eyes off him, again for some reason I was mesmerized by the way his muscles moved. Now, understand, I am not gay - never even did the experimenting thing in college. Always liked the ladies, and was known as a horndog in my fraternity days, different girl every weekend. But something about this kid...
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, and walked back out to the pavement around the pool. I peeled my shirt off, and sat in the sun, soaking up some rays. But every now and then I would stare at Matt as he swam or floated, naked and totally at ease. And damned if I did not get harder. I thought I was being discreet, and that it was not noticeable, but then Matt came swimming up to the side of the pool and got out, coming towards me.
He grinned at me, and asked me if there was anything else he could help me with. I looked perplexed, because I was not thinking like him. As I looked confused he smiled, and slowly sank down to his knees, and began to pull down my bathing trunks.
"Matt, what the hell are...." His hand on my mouth cut me off. "It's cool Mr. Taylor - I have seen you checking me out, and I can see you like what you are watching." As he said this my cock popped into view, hard as a rock and dripping. "I do not mind helping you out, hell I like this."
As he said it he put his mouth over my dick and sucked me down, making me groan in pleasure. I was about to grab him and pull him off me, when he did some swirl motion with his tongue that made me whimper, it felt so good. He looked up at me, and grinned. "Like that, Mr. Taylor? Like having a teen jock servicing you like this? Bet you love when a good bitch takes care of you, huh?" He moved back down my shaft, making me groan again.
I am not sure what came over me, but suddenly I got very aggressive. I grabbed his hair and began to pump him up and down. As I did, I often made him gag some, and he was lightly pushing on my thighs, trying to back off me some, but I would not let him. "Fuck yeah, I love when a little bitch makes me feel good - and knows their job is to keep me happy. You like keeping me happy, bitch?"
As I said this I let him off my cock, wanting to hear him answer. In a slightly shaking voice, he said "I will do anything you want, Mr. Taylor, and I will do the job, I will be your bitch like you want, just please let me keep the lawn job - need the money, sir."
I thought that sounded weird, but I was so caught up in it, I just went with things. "Sure, Mattie, if you keep me happy like this I will let you keep the lawn job. Now suck my dick, bitch."
Matt was crying, but I did not notice it, all I knew was he was working my cock like a pro, choking noisily when I shoved him down the whole shaft, but still taking it in his mouth without protest. Fuck, I thought how great it was to have a gay kid next door, and that I wish I had known about this years ago - would have let gay guys swing on me long time ago!!!!
It felt like it lasted an hour, but in truth it was about ten minutes when I came, spraying all over his face, as he begged me not to cum in his mouth. I laughed and said sure, whatever my bitch wanted.
After he was done, I looked at him, and smiled. "Matt, I am sorry - not sure what came over me, but damn that was the BEST, kid!!! No woman has ever done that good on me. But I was wrong to use the language I did, and want you to know I am sorry."
He grinned, and said it was cool - it was exactly what he needed to me to say to him. He got up and went to grab his shorts, and then as he left, he told me he would like to come back over later, to talk some more. I grinned, thinking it was his way of saying another blow job, and I said sure. I had broken up with my latest girlfriend two weeks before, over her not dealing with my fucked up work schedule, and man I was missing the almost on demand sex. So, like an idiot, I let me dick do the talking.
I spent the rest of the day getting some paperwork caught up, paid the bills, and basically doing nothing. My mind kept going back to the pool, and I could not stop grinning thinking I had found the perfect suburban accessory - my very own cocksucker.
Yeah, I was getting caught up, getting cocky (pun intended), and thinking about the prospect of getting blown whenever I wanted. I mean, I am not gay, but damn, that kid has a mouth, and what guy in his right mind ever turns down free head when he can get it, right?
So that was my mindset when, three hours later, Matt came up to the house. He did not knock, just walked in thru the patio door. He was wearing tight jeans, a white tee-shirt, and running shoes. I have to admit, I can see where girls (and guys) would drool over the kid - he might be 17 but he looked 25 AND like a cover boy for one of those fitness mags.
He grinned at me, again with that slight smirk. "How's it going, Jayce?" He kept going past me, and walked over to the entertainment center. For a split second, I thought it was wrong for him to use my first name, but hey, the kid was gonna be sucking my cock in a few minutes, so I guess being on a first name basis is not so inappropriate, huh?
"Hey, can you grab me a beer, Jayce? And yourself, you are gonna need it, I think..." He was opening a DVD case, and putting in a disc. Again, there was a moment where I thought I should not be giving him alcohol, but hell, why not? He was all of 100 feet from his house, and I could make sure he got home alright, and at his age I was drinking a hell of a lot more then a beer.
As I came back into the room, the images on the screen stopped me dead in my tracks. It was us, from earlier. Matt was sucking my cock, tears running down his face, while I told him he could keep his job if he kept me happy, like a good bitch. He walked up to me, and took the beer from my hand. "Pretty good detail on the picture, don't you think? Gotta love the digicam mom got for Christmas last year. And the sound... no way anyone is gonna mistake your voice for someone else."
He sat down on the sofa, splayed out, and sipped his beer. I had a cold knot in my gut as I turned the TV off, but I could not face him. "Matt, please promise me you did not show this to anyone..."
"Oh, no, Jayce..." his voice was so innocent sounding - "I would never do that, this was you and me, private. No one else's fucking business..." As he said that he stood up and walked over to me, put his hand on my shoulder, and spun me to face him. The look on his face was not innocent, and the tone of his voice when he spoke again was ... cruel? "And it will stay that way, as long as you remember who the real bitch is, Jayce."
I looked him in the eye, and for the first time I saw something in them - a dark side to Matt. He had always seemed like such a good kid, even with all the hell he went thru before and during his parents' divorce. But now, I saw he was not immune to it, it had gotten inside him, and he was going to take it out on me.
"Matt, what are you talking about? You WANTED me to do that, you said so yourself... and you said you loved it!!! Please, tell me what the hell is going on?"
He laughed, and patted my ass as he walked back over to the sofa. "See, Jayce, Mom is moving in a month, she wants to get back to where her folks live, and no way in hell I am gonna move to Hicksville with her. So I figure she likes and trusts you, so you're gonna do me a favor and let me stay here with you, while I finish up my senior year. I just turned 17 last month, so no way she would let me stay on my own." He was sipping his beer, and watching my reactions.
I swallowed, nervous, because I could vaguely see where this was going, but praying I was wrong. "Matt, of course you can stay here, all you had to do was ask me, and I would have talked to your mom. But this..." I pointed to the TV, "this is dangerous, Matt. I mean, do not get me wrong, you were fucking unbelievable, but we can't put it on disc, man - what if someone found it? I could lose my job, at best, at worst I could end up in prison. So we gotta destroy this and the original copy - then we can talk to your mom about your staying here. And you do not have to do ... you know... anymore."
He laughed again, and looked me in the eye, again showing me something inside him that scared me. "Oh, Jayce, you do not get it, do ya? See, I want to move in, but I also am gonna be the man of the house - and YOU are gonna be the bitch. So, no, I WON'T have to do.... 'you know'... anymore, 'cause YOU will be doing it. Always have you 'men' trying to tell me what to do, but all of you run out on me and mom, or you beat us, or... fuck, you know what all, you have talked to mom enough, listening to her spill her guts, but you never EVER tried to help us, did you? So why the fuck should I trust you to ask her? And this way, I get to not only stay here, but I get to be the one calling the shots. Unless, you would rather go to prison and be some big mean fucker's bitch... I can tell ya, I might be rough, but I will not ruin you like they would."
I spent an hour trying to convince him not to do this, and he toyed with me, kept making me think I was getting thru to him but in the end, he casually said it was no big deal, but the other five copies of the disc would just have to find their way out to people - like his mom, my boss, the sheriff, my parents... unless I did EXACTLY what he said from now on, no matter what. He told me I had another hour to decide which way I wanted to play this, and he got up to leave. As he did, he turned to me and grinned. "Mom gets home in an hour - if you are gonna be smart about this, come over then and ask her to let me move in with you. If your ass ain't there, I will just have to tell her how you have been using me for months, and that I finally got it on cam - I can promise your ass, the cops WILL be here on time with that phone call."
I slid down to the floor, and I am not sure I moved at all, until the phone rang. When I looked at it, the caller ID said it was from Matt's house. I pressed talk, but before I could answer, Matt's voice came through the line. "Mom is home, I am about to go downstairs. You have five minutes to get that ass over here or the sobs she is about to here will go from being forced to move to being forced to perform perverted sex acts on the freak next door. Your choice, bitch." CLICK
What choice did I have? I mean, I would be fired, in the very best case scenario. In the worst, if his mom pressed charges, I would go to jail for raping a minor - and the tape clearly made it look like I had forced him. With a heavy heart, I stood up and pulled on my sandals. I walked the short distance over to the house, and knocked on the door.
Lyndie answered, looking distracted. "Oh, hey Jayce, sorry but now is not... a good time to talk." I could hear Matt inside, play-crying, and yelling about the move. I looked down then back up. "Yeah, Lyndie, that is the thing I wanted to talk to you about. Matt came over today, and we talked - he told me about the move, and... well I suggested maybe he could stay with me, until he finished high school? Sorry, I know I should have talked to you first, but he was so adamant he did not want to move...."
As I spoke, Matt came around the corner. "Mom, please I... oh, hey Mr. Taylor. Sorry, did not know you were here." He looked at me, then at his mom, and I was amazed at what a good actor he was - he had a look of hope and innocence that I swear looked genuine. "D-did he tell you his idea, mom?"
She waved me inside and we sat at the table. At first she would not here of Matt staying, and told him it was unfair to ask me to do this, I was a friend but not a parent. Matt looked at me, and the anger was back in his eyes. So I had to speak up and say it was my idea, not Matt's, and that it was fine, would help him out plus give me an extra pair of hands around the house. I told her it would be better for Matt to finish school where he had started, and to stay with his friends, and it would let her focus more time on Christian, who doctors said could be mainstreamed with some major work on her part. "So it would be a win-win, Lyndie. Let me help you and Matt out, deal?"
It took another couple of days to convince her, but finally she said yes - I think the deciding point was I said not to worry about food or anything, I would handle all the day to day stuff. That way she could use her money to fly Matt home every few months to see her. She probably did some quick adding in her head and realized she would have more money to spend on Chris's education this way, plus she would not be stuck with a morose teenager.
So they all packed their stuff up, and Matt and I took his stuff over to my place. I had thought to give him the guest room, but when we were alone, he quickly set me straight on that - he would be using the master bedroom. I started to say something but all he said was DVD and I simmered down. We waited until his mom had moved to set him up in there, but he wasted no time in making it his own.
If I thought it was going to just be him being a pushy kid, I quickly got that idea knocked out of me, almost literally.
From the start, Matt treated me like a servant: doing the cooking, cleaning, washing his clothes. But at least in the beginning that was it - and I decided I could live with that, being his domestic slave, if it kept the DVD from popping up in the wrong hands. He talked to me like shit, but again, I could deal with that - he made it clear from the beginning I was definitely not the one in charge, and he used every trick in the book to keep his new bitch in line.
What was weird was he never brought any girls home - I expected him to be doing the whole stud thing, and have girls over all the time. But he rarely had friends over, and never brought his dates back here. Oh he stayed out all night with them, and I have no doubt he was getting laid, just from the talk among his fellow jock friends when they were over - seems they had some sort of club at school, who could prove the most scores, and Matt led the pack.
It was around Thanksgiving, when his mom called to see if he was coming there for the weekend, that things changed dramatically. I had gotten used to being his maid and serving him dinner, and recently when he ate, he had me stand beside him, like an old fashioned butler, waiting on his needs. I hate to admit it, but I took to his... training me... pretty well. I had always had a rebellious streak, but he was a natural leader, and he knew how to keep me in line. But this time...
It all started when I brought his food in to the dining room, and as I put the plate down, I stumbled, and some of the gravy slid off the plate onto his pant leg. He yelped and jumped up, more from the shock then real pain - it was hot but not enough to burn. But he grabbed me by the back of the neck and shoved me down to my knees in front of him. "Fucking stupid BITCH!!! Lick it off!!!" Now, he had never been physical in anyway before this, so I was stunned at first. I stared up at him, not really seeing the anger in his eyes.
He saw me not moving, and he got madder. He shoved my face into his thigh, and told me to lick it clean. Without thinking I laughed. "You have to be kidding, right?" I was incredulous, but that lasted all of three seconds, when he smacked the back of my head. "Did I fucking STUTTER, you stupid shit? You spilt stuff on my new track pants, so you clean them up!!! NOW!!!!" He punctuated that with another slap to my head, which made me quickly start licking. I cleaned the whole spot, as he stood over me, grunting. Some of the gravy had landed right on his crotch, and I looked up at him, questioning. He just shoved me into his crotch, making me breathe in his scent.
He had been at the gym before coming home, and he still smelled like sweat and effort, and for some odd reason I again threw a hardon - what the fuck was it about this KID that did that to me? But I had no time to think about it, as he smacked my head and told me to finish licking it off. So I quickly did, noticing under his pants that his dick was hardening. It finally hit me that what he had done to me - blowing me to get it caught on film - was more then just an act, the guy really was into guys as well as girls.
As I was done, he ground my face into his hard cock, and laughed. "See, having you as my punk bitch gets me hard, boy - and tonight, you are gonna find out what it means to REALLY be a bitch for me." He grinned as he shoved me off, then sat back down and ate his dinner while I watched in silence.
What did he mean by "really be a bitch"...
Okay, so that is part one - where should it go from here? Is there interest in this? Never seems to be any stories about young guys using older guys, so maybe no desire for this. Let me know what you all think - and I appreciate any comments, like I said at the top, but keep them constructive, even if they are critical - I am a big boy, I can take it, but not gonna read flames.
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