Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2023 21:58:43 -0400 From: AC Subject: He Always Has a Plan - Part 4 He Always Has a Plan - Part 3 - Gay Authoritarian Donate to the Nifty Archive and support this invaluable resource: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Usual disclaimers apply. If you are not old enough to be on Nifty, you are not old enough to read this story. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. This is part 4 of many of this story. This is based on actual events. To view other stories, visit my Patreon: www.patreon.com/adencamp Always appreciate comments and feedback! Email me: hryjknyk@gmail.com We walk a little further and there's nothing around but shrubs and dunes. We are far enough from the house that the only light is from the moon. The moon is reflecting off the ocean and the waves are muffling the distant sounds of the party. "This is beautiful," I say between nervous gulps of my drink while my eyes dart from his broad back and the sandy path below us. He stops abruptly and turns to me. "You're beautiful Aden," he says in a serious tone that sent shivers down my spine, "Come here" There is an authority to his sexy, deep voice and I am drawn toward him, feeling almost in a trance as I step forward. He takes my empty glass and tosses it with his to the sandy dunes surrounding us, grabs my waist, and pulls me in. His face is just an inch from mine, teasing my lips with his as he stares into my eyes. "Do you want me, Aden?" "Oh god yes," I whisper in a desperate tone I hadn't heard come from my mouth before. "I thought so." We stand there silently and it feels as though his eyes are looking into my soul. "Do you want to be mine, Aden?" He accentuates that question with a small bit of saliva on my parted lips. "Fuck yes!" I say immediately surprising myself at the eagerness in reply and witness I lick my lip. "Good boy." He kisses me forcefully and I can feel passion radiating through his lips. His big hands slip from my waist and take a firm hold of my ass. I feel his strong large muscular body pressing into mine. I have to go on my toes to meet his lips and my arms are clutching around his neck. I have never felt so small yet so significant at the same time. The kiss is intense and I can see fireworks behind my closed eyes. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. He looks at me, my eyes a mix of confusion and lust, He spits in my open mouth. No one has ever done that to me before, and this was His second time spitting into my open mouth, and the weirdest part is I wanted Him to do it again. I wasn't shocked, I was hungry for him to take control. I've never been with such a dominating man but I've also never been so turned on. I instinctively lick my lips and then swallow. "That's my good boy." Fuck the way he says that is so hot and it sent blood rushing to my crotch. He presses his lips against my ear and whispers "Go back to your friends. I'll find you when I'm ready." "Yes sir," I sigh. The disappointment in my voice betrayed my confidence. He releases me. I start to walk away and I feel a hard swat on my left cheek. I let out a deep moan of shock and excitement as my cock jumped in my briefs. "Don't forget the glasses." I turn and smile sheepishly, already feeling His power over me although I had no idea that's what it is. I bend over to look for them in the dark night. "By the way, what's your name?" I ask while bent over in the dunes. I turn around and he's gone. I let out a sigh and head back to the party with the two sandy glasses in my hands. Thinking about what just happened I debate whether I should tell my friends or not. I'm in a daze as the night continues. I keep an eye out for him but don't see him anywhere. As it gets later and we all got drunker the excitement I felt about the potential vacation fling with the hot older man faded to sadness. It had been two hours and there was no sign he was even still here. "Babe, we gotta go. Mallory is falling over, Scott is asleep and Greg is... well you know how Greg gets," Amanda slurs I sigh and give a knowing smile. "Where's Bill?" "He's been on the phone with his boyfriend for the past half hour debating who misses who more." I roll my eyes and toss back the last of my drink. "Alright - let's get these bitches together." After twenty minutes of the two of us chasing down our friends and fighting their protests, we corral them into the car. Greg, Mallory, and Scott fall asleep almost instantly when we get them in the back seat. I take one last look around and sigh. I climb in next to Amanda and Bill, who is still on the phone and shut the door. Just as the driver is about to pull off a loud motor revs and then I hear a tire screech. "What the?" I hear the driver shouts as he stops short making the car jerk. The commotion makes everyone stir. I stick my head out the window to see what the hell is going on. There's a vaguely familiar Lamborghini pulled in front of our SUV, blocking us from moving. "Time to go Aden!" I see Him staring at me from his driver's seat. I can tell that he's actually serious but this is crazy! I look at Amanda then back to him then back to Amanda. "I don't think he's the type of guy you should keep waiting," she offers. "But what about these messes?" "I got it... go. Text me so I know you're not dead. Have fun!" She's practically pushed me out of the car. "Wait, where's he going?" I can hear Billy ask as I open the door. I stumble out and by the time I write myself up and step toward his car, he is standing next to the passenger side with a wicked smile, holding the door up for me. He pulls me to him as soon as I'm within arms reach and kisses me. I hear yelling and catcalls as I see my friends all hanging out the windows of our Suburban as it pulls away. I flip them off and laugh as I slip from His arms and into his expensive car. Once he gets in, he revs the engine and peels out. The wind swirls around us as we careen down the empty streets. I have no idea what I just got myself into and the way he is driving has me tingling with nervous excitement. With no Idea where we're going, or even knowing His name a terrifying Missing Persons headline flashes in my mind. How will anyone find me? As if He could sense my apprehension, I feel His warm palm and long fingers find my knee. I let go of my nerves and try to embrace the adventure. His strong hand resting on my bare knee is as reassuring as it is sending electricity to my cock. I can feel my hair blowing like crazy in the wind, my heart racing but I do my best to relax into the soft leather seat with eager excitement and place my hand on his. I tried to ask him where we were going but between the motor and the wind whipping around the convertible, I could barely hear myself think. I sit staring at the starry night sky above and sneak glances at his handsome face with strikingly chiseled features as we speed past estate after estate. We turn onto a street and he slows down, there aren't any houses for five full minutes, just untouched woods for two miles before we get to a large iron and wood gate that opens as his car approaches it. I feel like I'm in a movie as we cruise down the long tree-lined driveway as an enormous modern estate appears as the trees clear. He stops and turns the car off. The abrupt silence is a sharp contrast to the rumbling sounds of our drive and I start to feel my heart beating faster again. I stare in awe. I was already intimidated by His looks alone and commanding confidence but the giant illuminated glass, steel, and wooden mansion definitely make me question what someone like me was doing here. Not to mention, I don't know how to open the door of His fancy sports car. I feel His fingers gently turning my chin to him and he smiles warmly at my wide-eyed stare before he kisses me softly. It's such a contrast from His aggressive behavior earlier and it comforts me, reassuring me I made the right decision by getting in his car. "You're ok with this Aden?" Like what you read? For more stories (and other kinky extras) on my Patreon: www.patreon.com/adencamp Don't forget to donate to the Nifty Archive and support this invaluable resource: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html