Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2018 21:55:01 -0500
From: max potter <maxrpotter@gmail.com>
Subject: Dominating a Neighbor Chapter 2

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Dominating a Neighbor Chapter 2


The next morning I woke up with Kyle curled up against my side. I was glad
I took the time with him. Our nightly conversations had shown me a lot of
his soul, and I was very attracted to him. It went further than the good
body that had first interested me. Sometimes you can cruise a guy online
and it's just for a night, or a couple of times. Enjoy the body, then go on
to the next one. I wanted Kyle deeper. I didn't regret all the time I had
invested in him one bit. I knew he was much more comfortable with me than
if I had rushed things. That would keep him bound to me more than the
strongest ropes.


I lay there lost in my thoughts until Kyle stirred, snuggling closer to
me. "Mmmm. Good morning, Master." He paused. "That feels weird. But I ... I
like it."


"It is a lot to take in. Did you sleep well?"


"Like a log. Better than in quite a while." Kyle's hand was lazily moving
over my chest and abs.


When it moved down towards my waist, I said "Go ahead, just slowly,
easy. We have all the time in the world." He didn't say anything, but he
started to massage my cock softly. It stirred. I let him feel me a while,
his eyes on my equipment. I wanted him to know my stuff better than his
own.


"We're not going to go too fast boy. But I will be giving you instructions,
and I will expect you to do as I tell you." I felt his cock poke against my
leg, he was excited by the prospect.


"What will you do if I fail?" Kyle asked. His voice had timidness and
teasing in it.


"You'll have to be punished. If you're going to be my boy, you will have to
obey. I am the one in control. I will decide what correction you get. And
if you deserve them, what rewards you get." His cock got even harder on my
leg. "Pay a little more attention to my balls."


Kyle attended to my balls some as I stroked his back, both of us laying in
silence a bit. His voice small, he asked "What kind of punishments?"


"Hmmm. That will depend. It's not like you'll get 10 spanks for each
infraction." Kyle's cock jumped at the mention of spanking, which is
exactly why I did it. "Sometimes it will be something else. Trying to get
out of punishment will be very very unpleasant for you."


"I'll be a good boy."


"I know you'll do your best." I kissed the top of his head. We got onto
wandering conversation after that. We had a lot of topics we had covered
before we physically met, so we fell into talking. All the time he kept up
his duty on my junk. This was so much better than just watching him over a
cam. The morning wore on, and I decided it was time for breakfast. I took
him to the shower, and we did that together. He washed me, and I returned
the favor. We dried off, put on shorts and headed to the kitchen. I sat him
on one of the stools while I fixed breakfast. This is the only meal I like
making. Eggs, toast, bacon. I sat across from him and we ate. He
complimented my skills. Then we finished up. "Now, boy, you need to clean
up. Do the dishes by hand this time." I got up and headed to the sofa in
the living room. I caught a glimpse of his face, an incredulous look. He
had a hint of rebellion. But he started on cleaning up the mess I had made.


From my vantage point, I could discreetly watch him. He didn't like the
order I'd given him. He was struggling internally. But he did it. This was
different from a sexual command. It was work. Granted not arduous, but
actual work. When he was finished he came to join me. I wrapped him in my
arms and kissed him, a kiss he gladly returned. My cock was rising. "We
need to get back to the bed. I need a blow job."


"Yes, Master." Kyle had a smile on his face. He was seeing this as a reward
for following orders. I lay myself on the bed after dropping my shorts. He
shucked his shorts as well and crawled between my legs.


His lips were warm on my dick head. He left them there a bit, massaging
it. I knew I was leaking some precum. Well, that was a taste he would
become very familiar with. He began to suck down my shaft. It was great
watching his lips stretch to wrap around all the girth I had. It took
effort for him. Well, I never said being my boy would be easy. I liked that
he needed to concentrate, this wouldn't be a simple blow.


He did have a talented throat, and apparently no gag reflex. "Balls." I
said. Kyle was going to have to learn how I like my dick sucked. I don't
like lazy, I want the guy servicing me to work on it, to keep the balls
involved. Not just up and down and a bit of suction. He was going at it
full on. He had just needed to add in some ballwork, now he was. Kyle's
mouth moved from my pole to work on licking my nuts. Wisely, his hand began
to stroke my cock.


He tried to get a ball in his mouth. He managed it, but there was no way he
was getting both in. He made the attempt, carefully, since he didn't want
to put me off. He switched which of my nuts was in his mouth while using
his hand on my shaft. Good, he was working everything. It was always
amusing to watch a talented cocksucker have trouble with the size of my
equipment. I could lay back and have him work on me almost literally all
day.


Kyle switched back to sucking my dick, fondling my balls. He took it easy
for a while enjoying, as I did, the sensations. He must have decided it was
time to get me to cum because he put some speed into it. Last night, I was
so excited to finally have him in my bed that I had to work to keep myself
under control. Most of that newness had worn off. I was still excited just
by having him, but it wasn't threatening to make me lose it. I could keep
my sperm in and enjoy a long servicing. Not all the newness was gone, so it
took more effort on my part than a normal hook-up. I did like this boy. He
got tired, I could hear his breathing get heavier, and he went back to
licking my balls. I could see the expression of puzzlement on his
face. Probably no one had ever been able to hold back when he went full out
on them before. He had a right to be puzzled, as I had to exert some effort
to not only keep myself from shooting, but to keep from revealing the
effort I was making not to.


He didn't just stick a dick in his mouth and go up and down, the lips
moved, the tongue moved. His face shifted around. He sucked cock like it
was a profession. I'd had some talented cocksuckers in my day, some really
talented cocksuckers, but Kyle had them all beat. Damn, if I had gone for
just a quick shag on the boy, his mouth may have changed my mind.


Kyle had caught his breath and gone back to work on my pole. His undulating
lips were going all the way up and down my inches, and he kept that up for
quite a while, all the time working his tongue and keeping my balls
going. I just lay there with my hands behind my head, watching him or just
gazing at the ceiling in pleasure. Ahh, he was speeding up again. The
mattress was bouncing as he really worked it. Control. Keep control. I
stayed bottled up, but I knew I was putting out precum at a respectable
rate.


I could really hear his breathing when he gave up and went back to licking
my balls, his hot breath giving me added pleasure in my orbs. Naturally,
his frustration was a great aphrodisiac. He rested a bit longer this time.


I love having a boner with a guy working it. Makes everything right in the
world. Kyle licked up my cock. Getting to the head, he licked small over
it, then big, really putting contact on it with his tongue. Oooo, he was
swirling around it. That's always been my favorite move, even if I never
tell anyone. Then he started to take it all in his mouth, bit by bit, as he
got more and more in. It wasn't too long before he was back to
deepthroating. Nice combination, the talent of his mouth and the ability to
get a big cock all the way in. Some deepthroaters think just being able to
swallow the whole thing is enough. It's not. If you have a cock in your
mouth, work it. If I wanted just a hole, I'd face fuck you. If I'm letting
you blow me, remember it's an honor and show me some appreciation.


There he was, speeding up again, almost desperate in his rapidity. I just
about wanted to laugh. Then he slowed down. He was learning. More tongue
work before he sped up again. He alternated fast and slow for a while
before really putting the pedal to the metal. He didn't know how close he
got me. His whole body seemed to be in it now. My internal controls were
maxed out as I kept from shooting in his mouth. I could see the sweat build
up on his shoulders, his skin turning a bit red from exertion. Like an
athlete giving his last push, he kept on, but so did I.


Finally he lost it, sinking back to put his face in my balls. I looked at
him, raising my head a bit. His face was raw confusion. He knew he was a
good cocksucker, and that when he really tried, he should be able to get a
man to cum, but I had shown resistance to all his efforts. He had no idea
how.


I reached down and took my cock in my hand, stroking it. "It's OK boy, you
did really well. Damn fine work. But I'm in control. I decide when and
how." A few more strokes, and I let myself blow, aiming to his face and
hair. He backed up a little, reaching to wipe some cum off of him and lick
it down.


His confusion turned to awe, and he just stared at me. I caressed his
face. "I'm proud of you boy, you didn't stop. You pleased me very much. A
lesser man would have shot off a long time ago."


"You're not a lesser man, Master." He was a bit hoarse.


"No, I'm not. Come up here." He shuffled up so I could hold him by me. I
could feel he was exhausted, so we held each other for a while, just
enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. Kyle had to be going through a
number of thoughts. How hard he had worked to get me off, only for me to do
it in the end. Really pushing himself to the fullest and not
succeeding. But he needed to know I was the one who put everything in
motion.


The day was progressing, and I did have things to do. As enjoyable as it
would be to romp around in bed with him all day, I needed to get dressed
and out.


"Boy." I said, moving my hand up and down his side.


"Yes, Master." He didn't look up at me, just responded, he was watching my
cock.


"We need to get up. I have to go out. You can go back home for a while." I
kissed the top of his head.


"I want to stay with you, Master." He started to stroke my dick. Good boy,
and a good attempt, but it wasn't going to work.


"No. I have things to do. You will want to make sure your place is all
tidy. I will visit you this evening." I began to move. He tried to keep
stroking me, but I was soon out of reach.


He had a disappointed look on his face. "Now boy, you don't need to put on
a sad face. Master will visit you later. Plus I'm sure you had things you
wanted to do as well." I slipped on boxers and ruffled his hair.


"Yes, Master." He sighed, and put on the shorts which were all the clothes
he had over here.


He watched me dress. Slacks, shirt. I was ready in minutes. His hair was a
bit of a mess, and anyone watching would know he was over just for a booty
call. I wondered if the thought would strike him. He needed a bit of time
away from me. I wanted him to be sure, not to make all sorts of commitments
in the heat of lust.


I kept my hand on his ass as we walked to my front door. Just outside I
kissed him. "I'll see you this afternoon."


"Yes, Master. I will be looking forward to it." Kyle seemed a bit lost for
what to do. He really didn't want to split up, but he wasn't prepared to
push the issue with me. Good. Let him struggle a bit with the small stuff
and get used to doing things my way. That will make it easier when he has
to do something a bit harder.


I ran some errands, then joined a few friends for a long lunch. We had a
great time. At the end, most had gone on, leaving just me and one buddy of
mine, another dom. I told him about my latest conquest, and how I was
interested to see how he took to actual obedience. That's the real key to
domming a boy. Not getting him to suck you or take your fuck. Give him an
order like "do the dishes" or "run to the store and get me X,' or even
"wear blue boxers today." If he obeys, he's doing it right. It's more than
just getting a cock to him. He's willing to let you be in charge. Real
control isn't getting a guy lost in lust to suck you. It's getting a guy to
clean your house when he is in full control of his faculties.


I took a bit doing my running around town, then headed back to my
apartment. I brought my stuff in, put it up and decided to catch up on some
reading I had put off. A bourbon and my iPad with me on the couch was just
the thing. My phone dinged with a text [Master, you're home!]. I left it a
few minutes. He was on my schedule, I wasn't on his.


[Yup, I'm relaxing a bit]


[Want me to come over? I can blow you while you lay back?] Eager boy. It is
tempting. His mouth has some mad skills. But more than a great blowjob, I
needed him to learn I made all the decisions.


[No. I'll be over to your place later] That was my original plan and I was
going to stick to it. I knew what was going to happen next. And it did. The
little bubble telling me he was typing came and went a few times as he put
something in and erased it. He had to be torn. He wanted to be in my arms,
but he also wanted to obey. How far did he think he could push me? A
message finally came through. The right one.


[Yes Master]


Obedience had won. Excellent. I was a little worried he would pester me and
I'd have to get stern too soon. But if he could keep himself under control
at the start, I wouldn't have to scare him much. I didn't reply.


I actually dozed a bit. On awakening, I smiled at myself. A nap was a good
thing. I planned on being up late. More reading and I took care of some
things around the place. As the sun set, I decided it was time for me to
head over to Kyle's apartment. I didn't give him a text heads-up. He needed
to be prepared for me whenever I wanted. I knocked on his door.


When he opened it, his face lit up. "Master!" He said, giving me a hug,
which I returned. I was glad he hadn't been staring out the window, that
would have been a sign of too much obsession. I added a kiss to the hug,
one hand going under his shirt and feeling up his back, the other into his
shorts to cup his ass.


When I broke the kiss, I started to move around the apartment, inspecting
things. Kyle followed me like a puppy. I've had a sub that comes to clean
my place regularly, so I can tell about housekeeping. Kyle had done a
passable job, but I could tell he was a bit messy. That is something we
will be working on. Opening some of the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen
and bedroom showed some organization was also going to be needed. "OK,
decent job, but you need to focus more on dusting. It sounds petty, but it
makes the place better for important guests." I looked at him. "And who
would be your most important guest?" I asked, meaningfully.


"You, Master. I'll dust." He was crestfallen.


"You also have some piles of things around. I can tell you straightened,
but things need a home, and they need to go there when you are done with
them. Stop just putting things out of the way."


"Yes, Master." Kyle got a bit more hang-dog. I took him in my arms and
kissed his forehead.


"Don't be down. It's an OK job, but we have things to work on." I squeezed
him tight. Let him feel the heat of my body. That will be encouragement.


"I will do it, Master, all of it." Kyle wrapped his arms around me.


"Perfect. So, want to buy your Master dinner?" I have plenty of money, but
there is no reason I have to spend it when I have subs that will buy me
things. I don't put them in the poor house or anything, but I see it as
part of their service to me. This goes different ways. Sometimes the sub
has a gift they want to give me. Once one bought me a really great set of
boots. He really liked licking them. I've had subs take me on vacations,
paying for everything. Other times it's like this, I suggest they spend
money on me. Dinner, what have you. Usually, you offer to treat
someone. With a sub, you tell him how his money will be spent.


"Yes, Master. But don't you want to... to..." Kyle seemed like he wasn't
sure how to form the rest of his question.


"Fuck your brains out? Don't worry, we'll do that afterwards. Let's get you
into some decent clothes." I opened his closet and looked at what he
had. This is another bit of dominance. I picked out his clothes. This is
nothing like that baby fetish, which I've indulged in a time or two. This
is telling a fully grown man what he'll be wearing when you step out. Just
one more thing he surrenders to you. It seems so small, but it has a bigger
impact than you can imagine. Even little choices are mine to control.


He looked good in the outfit I selected. But I knew he would. He's a very
handsome man. I could tell my sizing him up made him a bit uncomfortable. I
let that hang just a moment before kissing him and suggesting (well,
telling) a restaurant. We headed out, had a great meal, and he paid. I
earnestly enjoyed his company. He loosened up a bit over dinner, as he got
more comfortable being in my actual presence. He had a good wit, was
somewhat funny, and was decently well read. I had limited interest in a
slave/sub who just kissed my ass, I wanted one that could be a decent
partner, albeit an obedient one. Kyle was shaping up to be the boy I had
been looking for for years.


We went back to his place. I needed to fuck him in his own bed. I could
tell he got a bit nervous once we were in. I was in his place, but I was
the one in charge. It's a turnabout from the normal situation, and I wanted
him to feel it. Feel me in his place like he felt my cock in his ass. I led
to the bedroom. There, I kicked off my shoes and lay in the middle of the
bed. "Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch." I put my hands
behind my head and watched him.


I could almost see his mouth getting dry. He wanted it, wanted to obey, to
have more sex, but getting ordered around in his own place was confusing
him. His hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and began to undo
them. Good boy. I gave a small smile of pleasure, and that gave him a bit
of assurance. The rational part of his brain should have known everything
was fine. He knew he had a good body, and that I liked it, but the
emotional part wasn't used to actually taking orders. "Neatly." I said, as
he was about to toss the shirt to the floor. He still wasn't speaking. He
folded it and put in the hamper. Shoes off, and put in their place. Socks
off. Belt put away. Pants opened. A breath. Pants off and in the hamper. He
stopped a moment to look at me, and I let him. Let him know what he was
doing for me. He was hard in his boxers. I knew this would turn him on. It
was the excitement that drove him now. Boxers off. "Come here." I lifted my
arm and he crawled into bed and next to me.


We just held each other a bit. I fondled his cock. "Still liking all of
this?" He was rock hard in my hand.


"Yes, Master." He answered, knowing it was true. I wanted him to
acknowledge that. To be fully aware of his erection at that moment. And
while I was asking about him. So he knew I cared. And I did. I had no
desire to just use his body and discard it.


"You can undress me now." I got up, standing by the bed.


"Oh, yes Master." He seemed reverent as he removed my shirt, and the rest
of my clothes. A small gasp as he took my boxers off and saw my 8
inches. That was a little funny, it's not like he hadn't seen it
before. But it's nice to be appreciated.


"Go ahead." I knew what he wanted. He started sucking me. Damn that boy
could give some fine head. I just stood there, legs wide, watching him
service me. He would look up every so often and gaze into my eyes. It was
motivation for him. He was going all up and down the shaft, and one hand
was working my balls, the other my ass.


I enjoyed the sensations and the situation. A skilled mouth is nothing to
sneeze at, and he was working the contact angle as well. A for effort. Even
if he hadn't had the extraordinary skills he did, I would be boned up on
this. Domming a guy in his place, making him really want me. That alone was
a turn on. He wasn't doing a half-assed job either. He started strong and
kept going strong. He wanted to make me cum. Well, well, well, my boy was
out for something and not telling me. I can't fault his plan. It was to
pleasure me, after all. At some point I was going to have to let him. But
that was something he was going to have to really earn.


He was licking my balls now, stroking my dick with both hands. One working
just the head the other up and down the shaft. If he only knew how much
effort I had to exert to not let him get his way. But that was effort I was
willing to expend. It kept me in control. It also meant I got to spend more
time enjoying his skills. Win-win for me. Plus it's always good for boys to
have goals.


Kyle took a deep breath and plunged down to my pubes. He stayed there, his
hands gripping my ass. I felt his throat spasm as I sank into it. He was
pressing seriously on it, giving me a good show. He had to breathe, but he
did stay impaled on my cock for an impressive amount of time. I had to
admire his dedication. But now I wanted to fuck.


He almost fought me as I forced him to the bed, on his side and moved a leg
up. I lined my dick to his ass and just let it sit at the entrance for a
moment. I drilled into his eyes. His desire was so plain to see.


"Please." He said, pulling his ass cheeks apart. I gave a smile and slowly
started in. Rapture all over his face. He loved it when I dicked him. I
stayed slow, feeling every little bit of his ass widen to let me in, to
take me in him. When I was to the hilt, I grinded back and forth a bit.


You know that face bottoms get when they really love having a dick in them?
He has one of those faces, the joy, the desire, the look of
fulfillment. It's great knowing you can make a man feel that way. I started
to hump slowly. I loved the feel of him around my cock. I reached down and
put a thumb in his mouth, and he instantly started sucking it. I wondered
how he would take to me having a buddy over to double team him? As much as
I would enjoy it, I think I'll have to wait a bit on that. He was doing
very well, but I knew he was still skittish. Plus I needed to move this
desire to serve from a little kink an ex-boyfriend had awoken to a
lifestyle for him.


I sped up and started to feel up his chest. When I withdrew my thumb from
his mouth he tried to keep it in. Such a good boy. Nice pecs. I'll get him
to work on them some, but they didn't need it really. Same with his
abs. Nothing to complain about. Faster still. Now I was at a good
rhythm. One I could keep for a while. I wanted to fuck this boy solid. The
only problem was that I was still really turned on by finally getting to
actually fuck him. I had spent weeks preparing him over cam, and now that I
had him, it seemed like all those weeks were catching up. It's not even
like I didn't fuck around with guys over that period, I had been far from
celibate. But he really got my motor running.


And I can't deny that being with him face to face hadn't become special for
me as well. It was early yet, but we were such a great match. Lots of
common interests, easy conversation. Going from screen to real life was not
a let down, it was a major improvement. That certainly wasn't the
norm. Hell, I must have let myself slip too much, I was getting closer than
I should. I needed to do something now to keep this train rolling. I pulled
out. He looked at me in puzzlement for a moment, but I instantly started to
reposition him so he was on his belly. I mounted him again and got back to
work. I kissed his neck, his shoulders, nibbled those ears.


Next, I lay on him, thrusting my pelvis. This is that great position where
you're not getting distance, but you are staying in, most of the movement
from moving the buttocks and the mattress. It's a great feeling, accented
by so much skin contact. My cock loved being sheathed in him. I had been
going for a while, and decided this is how I wanted to cum.


My boy was taking it like a trooper. His little moans proving how much he
liked it. Sweat made us slick on each other. I couldn't make out his
expression, but I was getting the idea he was wondering how long I could
last. The answer is a pretty damn long time. He had been taking me a long
time, just not a damn long one yet. But since he was sure I could go on
forever, and I was getting tired of holding back to impress him, I shot,
burying my cock in him. We were both exhausted, and took some time getting
our breath under control. I was splayed out, he was curled up next to me as
we both fell asleep.


I like initiative. And Kyle proved he had some as I woke to him blowing
me. Is there a better wake up call in the world? He stayed easy so I didn't
stress about keeping it in. "Go fast, I want to blow." I told him, and he
got right on it. This way I could cum quick, but it was still my idea. I do
like boys who swallow.


We showered, and I told him I was going back to my place. He could stay
here. At the door, I brushed his cheek. "Look, I don't want to go so hot
and heavy the first few days that we burn out. I'm right next door. We'll
have time together and get to know each other. But we need some time apart
so our time together is that much better. Do you understand me?"


I knew he wanted me to stay. Hell, I wanted to stay. But we needed some
breaks to make it stronger down the line. I swear I could read his face
like a book. He was disappointed, but saw the wisdom in what I was
doing. What he didn't realize is that this let him adjust to being my sub
by letting him get used to things step by step. He would be further gone by
the time he realized he couldn't be without obeying me. If that sounds
manipulative, it is. But that is my role. I'm the Dom, the Master. It's my
job to decide how things go in the short and long term. And I have to make
those things happen. Subs think that just means they don't get to have sex
right now. Doms know it makes all the sex much better over the long term.


"Yes, Master I understand." He understood. He didn't feel it, but he abided
by my decision. I kissed him, and started out the door. "Master?" He
said. I half turned to look at him. "I..I don't know your name."


"Max."



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