When I was seventeen and in my final year at school, new neighbours moved in next door to us. It immediately became clear that Duncan, aged twenty-seven, and his wife Angela, aged twenty-two, were not exactly a happily married young couple. They had been married for six months and their relationship appeared to be a rather rocky one, if the screaming matches from next door were anything to go by.
My mom was always one of those kind ‘do-gooder’ individuals and naturally went next door a day after they took possession of their new home with a box of freshly made box of cookies to welcome the couple. Apparently, the reception she received from Angela was well below minus zero degrees.
Over the following few weeks, dad did engage Duncan in conversation across the fence. Duncan was a manly sight to behold and dad found him to be a rather pleasant individual. I, of course, thought he was fuckin' hot.
Unsurprisingly, the ‘happy newlyweds’ did not last too long as a couple and Angela shortly moved out. With her gone, we saw a lot more of Duncan and he became a regular visitor in our home. I was totally mesmerized by him and constantly began to stammer when he engaged me in conversation. I was also intrigued by the eye contact he always made with me, and being gay and having recently ‘outed’ myself, I began to feel that he may have sensed my fascination with him.
I worried that he may simply be a straight cock-teaser, amusing himself at the expense of a silly young queen and was, therefore, simply yanking my chain.
A few months on, my folks decided to take a ten-day holiday and get away from the cold. They ‘escaped’ to a balmy island retreat to enjoy the sunshine and warm water.
In the week before they left, mom and dad asked Duncan to keep an eye on me while they were on their trip. Much as seeing more of Duncan wasn’t really a problem for me, I was, nevertheless, somewhat taken aback by their request. I was seventeen-years-old for fuck's sake and very capable of looking after myself.
If I misguidedly imagined that Duncan wouldn’t take their request too seriously, I was flabbergasted when Duncan arrived at our front door on the first evening after their departure. He informed me in no uncertain terms that I would be sleeping at his place for the duration of their holiday. I, naturally, protested, but domineering Duncan was having none of it and shortly I found myself in his home.
Once in his domain, I found his controlling attitude both annoying and intriguing. On the intriguing side, Duncan was even more stunning than I had ever realized, once he had removed his shirt and sandals and only walked around in a pair of skimpy shorts. His large body was perfectly proportioned and fairly hairy. I had always thought that his big hands were sexy, but his broad masculine feet were totally magnificent.
On the annoying side, I was constantly being told where to sit or stand, and as I assisted him in making our salad I was badgered by him every step of the way. The guy was a total control freak.
When we sat down to supper I mistakenly asked him about his unsuccessful marriage. The diatribe that followed had me totally gobsmacked and I thought I was in the company of a hunky caveman.
Duncan informed me that humans were simply animals and that there was a natural order in nature that had to be adhered to. With very few exceptions in the animal kingdom, men were dominant and that was their role. I will spare you the rest of his speech on this subject; suffice to say that he was a total misogynist.
He next told me that most of his marital problems had emanated in the bedroom. With a mischievous grin, he then mentioned that he was very highly sexed and that this had been his wife’s biggest problem.
Next, with a conspiratorial look in his eyes, he swore me to secrecy, before telling me about an incident that had occurred on the morning before his wife moved out. Having grabbed hold of his wife in the shower that morning, he began to fuck her solidly as she moaned, groaned, and protested, as usual. Annoyed by this, he decided to teach her a lesson and commenced emptying his bladder into her pussy. Apparently, she freaked out and then moved out the same day.
I cannot say that I was initially blown away by his story, but he was unbelievably hot and intriguing. I felt like a hungry dog hoping for scraps to be thrown my way at the back door of a dingy diner. Much as I had by now decided that he wasn’t relationship material, the promised of a cheap thrill was uppermost on my mind. Maybe, just maybe, something might materialize from our interaction, I hoped.
When we had finished dinner and the dishes had been washed, again with a multitude of instructions, we made our way to the lounge. Once there, the focus was firmly placed on me. Was I fucking anyone? How often? What my wanking habits were… etcetera. I was very evasive because after all, this had fuck-all to do with him.
“So, do you think I’m hot, Colin,” Duncan eventually asked.
This was a tricky question to answer. I strongly believed that he was straight and possibly fucking with my head.
“Well, I haven’t really thought about it,” I answered, uncomfortably.
“You’re a really bad liar,” he stated with a laugh. “Whenever I visit your folks, you can’t keep your eyes off me and practically stammer when I speak to you.”
My face must have gone the colour of a red tomato as I looked at him. Chuckling, he continued, “Spit it out, boy, and show some honesty.”
“Yes, you are,” I whispered.
Duncan’s face lit up with impish pleasure before he resumed. “So, do you think of me when you are tugging your dick, huh, and wonder what my cock looks like?”
Again I blushed like crazy but said nothing.
"Cat got your tongue, Colin?” he blatantly teased.
“Yeah, I do wonder what your cock looks like,” I shyly whimpered.
“Well, I’ll think about showing it to you,” he replied, almost dismissively, before turning the television on.
We now watched some silly sport that he wanted to see. When that finally and thankfully ended, Duncan got up of his chair and instructed me to kneel before him. My heart almost leapt into my throat at the suggestion.
After I complied he told me to place my arms at my sides. Duncan now slowly unzipped his trousers before pulling them and his underpants down onto his thighs. His thick uncut knob was even more beautiful than I had imagined.
Duncan then commenced toying with his cock. I watched in wonder as it began to inflate with blood and stiffen. Once fully erect, he languidly opened and closed his foreskin over the head of his dick in a teasing fashion.
“Would you like to touch my cock?” he asked.
“Yes… yes please,” I stammered.
“Well, I think about it,” he glibly replied.
As he continued to massage his dick and fondle his balls he told me to open my mouth and extend my tongue.
Next, he moved forward and lightly began to tap his cock-head on my tongue. “Would you like to suck my knob?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied, in a pleading tone.
“Mmm… Well, I’ll think about it,” he once more uttered.
Suddenly, Duncan took a step backward and immediately pulled up his pants and underpants, before zipping up his trousers. As I looked up he had the spiteful look on his face, of a boy who wouldn’t allow a friend to touch or play with his toys.
“I suppose we had better head off to bed,” he announced.
“I should really head back to my home,” I stated, “Because I don’t want to give you extra laundry.”
“What extra laundry?” he asked. “You aren’t sleeping in the spare bedroom; you’re sleeping with me in the main bedroom.”
My heart beat faster at this suggestion and I hoped that I would finally see some action. I meekly shrugged at his proposal.
As I stood around awkwardly once we arrived in his room, Duncan asked, “Well, aren’t you going to undress?”
Sheepishly, I did so and climbed under the duvet with my boxers on. Duncan now began to put on a show of removing his shorts and underpants very slowly. Once he was totally naked, I was in awe at the magnificent sight before me. He was just fuckin' perfect!
As he stood next to the bed he stretched and yawned in a deliberate fashion, before fondling his dick and balls. Once more I witnessed his cock become fully erect. He now casually climbed onto the bed and commenced stroking his knob in a lazy fashion.
I watched entranced as his left hand moved to his chest before his fingers started tweaking his nipples. It took every fibre of my being not to lunge at him and grab hold of his dick.
As my eyes overindulged in the splendour beside me, Duncan began to escalate his hand action to the sounds of satisfaction flowing from his lips. A short while later his body started to shudder as he gasped, before spraying ropes of spunk all over his chest and stomach.
Once he had wiped himself clean he looked at me with a benign grin and said, “Nothing better than a good wank before you go to sleep.”
With that, he turned to face away from me and switched the bedside light off.
I listened as his breathing became restful and he drifted off to sleep. I was both excited and perplexed by my experience that evening.
‘What the fuck is this guy playing at?’ I thought to myself. Confused, I also finally fell asleep.
The following morning Duncan woke me and summoned me into the shower. After wetting our bodies, he soaped up a loofah and ordered me to wash him. After doing his back, he turned and instructed me to attend to the front of him, clearly stating that he would wash his own genitals. Once he finished soaping his crotch he handed the loofah to me. He constantly berated me to hurry up as I attended to myself.
Before turning the water back on so that we could rinse our bodies, Duncan told me to face the wall. After firmly pushing my body against the wall he slid his dick between my butt cheeks. Duncan’s cock was fully erect as he commenced rubbing it in my crack. A thrill pulsed through my body as he did so, and I was hopeful that some mutual action was finally about to take place.
After placing his mouth next to my ear, he asked, “Would you like me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I panted in anticipation.
“Well, I’ll think about it,” he whispered.
Duncan continued his rubbing for a few more moments before stepping backward. As I turned to face him, he was tugging his knob and tweaking his nipples once more, with the same look of spite on his face that I had formerly seen. I stood watching as his excitement grew. When he was about to cum he turned his body around and shot his load on the tiled floor. My heart just sank as I observed his meanness.
After rinsing and drying off, we were soon eating breakfast. Before he left for work and I went next door to get ready for school, he said, “See you at a quarter to six tonight. Don’t be late, because I hate tardiness.”
I had a hard time concentrating at school that day. As frustrating as the previous evening had been, it had also been very exciting. I wondered about Duncan’s modus operandi and pondered if it was an initiation of some sort.
That night I arrived at his home at the appointed time. As we prepared the dinner I once more received a litany of instructions and orders.
After dinner and once all the dishes had been taken care of, we moved through to the lounge. I again had to endure a few hours of boring sport on the television. Throughout the viewing ordeal, Duncan kept fiddling with his crotch in a deliberate ‘absentminded’ fashion, never once looking directly at me.
When he finally switched the television off, he said, “I suppose you want to see my dick again, because you’ve been staring at my crotch all evening.”
Hopeful that things were finally going to move to the next level, I simply nodded yes.
Duncan removed his pants and underpants completely before I once more found myself kneeling with my arms at my sides and my tongue sticking out.
As he looked down at me, he lazily tugged on his cock and tweaked his nipples. After a minute or so, Duncan moved forward and once more commenced tapping his dick on my tongue. I got very excited when he next edged his knob slightly forward and pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. After rubbing his dick-head on my tongue for a few moments, however, Duncan extracted his knob and moved backward.
“Bedtime,” he announced as he picked up his shorts and underpants off the floor.
When we got to the bedroom, Duncan immediately lay on the bed and commenced his masturbation ritual as I undressed. I again got under the duvet and got another voyeuristic show from him. Duncan’s performance was far more elaborate on this occasion and his hands tweaked, fondled, and caressed his body in a rhythmic display of ecstasy, frequently returning to his rigid cock. Once more the show ended with a heaving and panting spectacle of ejaculation.
As before, Duncan got under the duvet once he had cleaned himself, and drifted off to sleep after he had switched off his bedside lamp.
Having again not been invited to participate, I was totally overcome with frustration. Annoyed, I also eventually fell asleep.
The following morning the same shower ritual was followed. When I was told to face the wall after the soaping up episode, I was overjoyed when Duncan commenced nudging my pucker with his dick-head. I really believed that my travails were over as I felt him applying pressure to my manhole. When Duncan, however, once more stepped back and began to tug on his knob, my heart really sank. To add insult to injury, after I knelt before him inviting him to unload in my open mouth, Duncan instead shot his load all over my chest.
The final straw for me was when I scooped up his spunk off my chest and tried to place it in my mouth, Duncan slapped my hand away and said, “Stop acting like a desperate cum-slut.”
I couldn’t wait to finish breakfast and get the fuck out of there. When he reminded me about the time I needed to ‘report’ that evening, I walked away completely ignoring him.
I had another difficult day at school, growing more and more pissed off by the hour. I had endured my quota of voyeurism and domination and basically decided that I had been through enough. Let him yank someone else’s chain from now on, I finally decided.
I did not go next door as he had anticipated that evening and at six p.m. the doorbell rang. As I opened Duncan stood there with an annoyed expression on his face.
“You’re late,” he admonished me.
“Well, I have a lot of homework to do so I won’t be joining you tonight,” I replied.
“But I have organized supper,” he replied, almost disbelievingly.
“Yeah, I’m really sorry and I should’ve let you know, but I’ll be taking care of my own dinner,” I countered, nonchalantly.
There was a remarkable change of attitude on his face, before he replied with a stunned expression, “But I’ve really arranged a really great lasagne for us.”
“Oh, shit… sorry,” I replied, as dispassionately as I could.
Duncan stood looking at me as a dawn of realization altered his features. I stood my ground and just looked at him insouciantly.
“Listen, please at least come over and have dinner with me,” he pleaded.
This really pleased me. The fucker was now on the back foot for a change and I was dishing out the shit.
“Well, okay,” I said as I coolly collected my keys and locked my front door.
Next door, there was a complete change of attitude. No instructions or commands ensued, as the bad cop had now turned into the good cop. Supper was great but I was now milking the situation for all it was worth and remained as aloof as possible.
After dinner, I did help clear the plates and wash the dishes before I announced my imminent departure.
“Please don’t go,” Duncan said, almost begging.
“Why?” I replied, dismissively, before resuming, “So you can yank my fucking chain some more?”
“Please stay,” Duncan sheepishly repeated, before resuming, “Because I really want to have sex with you.”
I just stared at him for a few moments and couldn’t resist saying, “Well, I’ll think about it.”
With that, I turned and left.
That evening in bed I did have regrets. I wondered about the following day and truthfully hoped that Duncan would invite me over to his place again.
When there was a knock at my door the following evening, I felt great relief. Naturally, I did accompany next door for dinner. Duncan was again very congenial and in accordance, I also lightened my attitude.
Once supper was finished and the dishes were taken care of, we moved through to the lounge. After inviting me to sit next to him on the sofa, Duncan handed me the television remote and invited me to select a movie of my choice. After we commenced watching the movie he began to move ever closer to me and soon his arm was behind me, on the backrest of the couch. A short while later Duncan’s hand was on my shoulder before he began to gently squeeze it.
Gingerly, I placed my hand on top of his thigh and was very pleased when no objection was forthcoming. With his hand intensifying its squeezing I slowly move my hand upward and onto his hard bulge. Again, he did not object and our mutual caressing now rambled on for quite a while. When I finally slipped my hand into his shorts and he again said nothing, I was overjoyed. At long last, I got the touch and feel the cock I had been denied up until then.
With my fingers stroking his dick, Duncan’s hand moved from my shoulder and onto the side of my head. Duncan now drew my head towards his face before our mouths joined in an oral embrace. The kissing was gentle, tender, and sustained. Above all else, my relief was enormous.
When Duncan finally arose and extended a hand to me, I knew that we weren’t going to see the end of the movie we were watching. Taking hold of my wrist, he led me off to the bedroom.
Once there our clothing was removed before Duncan stood before me and after widening his stance so that our cocks and heads were at the same level, encouraged me to place my arms around his shoulders. Duncan then placed his hands on my butt cheeks and pulled our bodies together. His kissing now became more ardent as he began grinding our crotches together.
After a few minutes, he pulled his head back and asked, “Are you happy now?”
“Very,” I answered, with a demure smile.
“So, you taught me a lesson?” he inquired, with what almost sounded like a snort.
I did not verbally reply but merely shrugged, as I blinked my eyes with embarrassment. I found the look in his eyes rather strange as he stared at me. The look wasn’t exactly menacing, but quite intense.
Duncan now once more took hold of my wrist and led me to his large shower. After placing my back against the wall he again widened his stance and began another session of far more animated crotch grinding. His kissing was also much harder and urgent. I was in ecstasy and could not have been happier.
Next, Duncan instructed me to turn and face the wall. I was also advised to place my forearms against the tiles and push my backside outward.
In my lifetime I had observed that when it comes to spitting, men fall into two categories. Guys like me, who wouldn’t be able to wet a mouse’s head, and then men like Duncan, who could drown a large rat with one blob of spit.
When he began to spit in his hand and moisten his knob and my manhole I was delirious, and couldn’t wait for his overdue infiltration. Duncan now placed his dick-head firmly against my pucker, and before I could even brace myself he rammed his cock balls deep into my backside as my body got compressed against the wall.
I wailed loudly as a sharp pain seared through me, but was unable to move because his hands had my hips in a vice-like grip. Sore as it was, however, I was ecstatic. What pleased me, even more, was the tirade of verbal abuse that Duncan now rained down upon me as he commenced his bad cop routine.
“Yeah, bitch, this is what you wanted and now you’re getting exactly what you deserve,” Duncan barked, as he pinned me firmly against the tiles.
I was incredibly turned-on and decided to milk the situation for all it was worth. “You fuckin' bastard,” I yelped.
With a guffaw, he answered, “Yeah, bitch, and now you belong to this fuckin' bastard.”
With me still compressed against the wall and his knob firmly embedded in my backside, Duncan placed his mouth close to my ear and resumed, “So, you thought you were going to teach me a lesson…? Well, just that that we are clear, I’m the only one who will be teaching lessons from now on.”
I did not respond and merely let him continue, “Your first lesson is that I will be dominating you in future. Lesson two is that I like it rough and that is something you are going to have to live with. Lesson three is that I have a gift for you that you’d better get used to.”
No sooner had he uttered those words, before I felt a gush of warmth in my backside and instantly knew I was receiving a substantial piss injection. Although the sensation was mind-blowing, I decided to enhance the situation by fuelling his domination.
“You are a disgusting bully,” I whimpered.
“Yeah, and this bully has now found a bitch to serve my needs. I hope you like piss, boy, because I’ll be feeding it to you from both ends in future.”
When he had finished emptying his bladder, I was again instructed to place both my forearms on the wall again and push my backside outward. When Duncan now commenced pounding my arse, the warm piss began cascading down my legs. In another attempt to up the ante, I started wriggling my backside as if to try to dislodge his knob. My charade immediately paid dividends as my face received a few lively slaps.
‘Jesus,’ I thought, ‘this dominance is driving me crazy with lust.’
“Are you fuckin defying me, bitch?'” Duncan growled. “Try that again and I’ll fuckin' whip your arse.”
"You bastard,” I began intoning, gratified more than I had ever been in my life.
As if to ‘teach’ me another lesson, Duncan started stabbing my butt manically. Overcome with horniness, I lowered my right arm from the wall and gripped hold of my dick.
“What the fuck are you doing, bitch? Put your arm back on the wall,” he barked, before resuming, “You only touch your fuckin' knob when I give you permission.”
Before resuming his anal raid once more, Duncan gave my twitching backside a few hefty smacks. After that, he went into overdrive and pummelled my arse with gusto. In response, and playing my part to the maximum, I gasped and groaned raucously. When Duncan commenced unloading he did so in a staccato fashion, roaring and shuddering like a berserk warrior.
After he had finished I turned to face him. Duncan instantly placed his hand around my neck and pushed me up against the wall.
“So, is your arse fucking sore?” he growled at me.
“Yes, you fuckin' bully,” I replied, mustering as much mock defiance as I could.
“Happy to oblige,” he answered with a smirk on his face. “Not so clever anymore, are you?” he asked rhetorically, before concluding; “Now you know your fuckin' place.”
Duncan next placed his hands on my shoulders and said, “On your knees, bitch, clean my knob.”
After I knelt Duncan gripped hold of my head and smeared his crotch on my face. Following on that, he pushed his dick into my mouth. As I sucked and licked, my hand once more moved to my cock and commenced tugging. Duncan instantly stepped backward and gave me a couple of slaps.
“Don’t you listen, bitch? I told you that you can only touch your dick when I give you permission,” he snarled.
After complying, I once more started servicing his genitals with my mouth. Once done, he instructed me to stand up and towel myself off.
When we got back to the bedroom I still had a raging hard-on. Duncan next commanded me to place my hands behind my head and not move them from there under any circumstances. As I did so he began slapping my rigid cock very hard. As I jumped about, his machinations had their required result and my cock immediately deflated. I was then told to sit on the edge of the bed before he retrieved a strange metal looking contraption from his cupboard.
Next, I was commanded to lie back on the bed. When Duncan began to fit the device to my knob I immediately questioned his intentions.
“This is a chastity harness for men, commonly referred to as a cock lock,” he informed me matter-of-factly, before securely locking the gadget.
“Why are you putting this on me?” I asked, totally perplexed.
“So you cannot play with yourself or ejaculate,” he replied.
“But, why?” I inquired, completely dumbfounded.
“Because you are now under my control,” he replied, with an impish look in his eyes.
“This is crazy,” I countered.
“Too bad,” he replied, before resuming, “Besides, who gives a fuck about what you think.”
“Are you ever going to let me cum?” I asked in disbelief.
“Sure, but only when you have blue balls,” he answered, with a laugh. Before I could reply he next instructed me to reverse my body position and lie with my head off the bottom of the bed.
I followed his direction, entirely bewildered.
“Remember how you were dying to give me a blowjob? Well, guess what… your dream has just come true,” he declared.
Duncan then instructed me to open my mouth, before he leaned over and spat into my mouth. Next, he placed his dick in my mouth before bending over my torso, and after securing my forearms in his hands he began to skull-fuck me.
As I spluttered, nearing choking, he said, “This is what you wanted, bitch. This cheeky mouth of yours is now going to pay for all its insolence.”
I was in heaven as my mouth got battered by his pummelling hips, and this was seriously turning into the greatest night of my life.
Shortly, my mouth was succeeding as well as my backside had done earlier and I could not have been happier. My restrained cock felt slightly uncomfortable in its imprisonment, but oddly, even this sensation was fuelling my gratification. Duncan had unlocked a sexual door in my psyche that I never knew existed and was totally captivated by his dominance.
I was overjoyed as my throat and his knob found a harmonious rhythm and was elated as he pounded my throat.
When he came I swallowed his spunk greedily, deliriously happy that after all my frustrations of the previous few days, all my expectations had been surpassed.
When we finally got into bed a while later, I was amazed by his softer approach. Not only did he fuck my arse once more, but his kissing was incredibly sensual.
Before our shower the following morning, Duncan made a concession and removed my cock lock and I was finally allowed to cum.
Before leaving for school, however, it was again secured to my knob.
That day I could not stop thinking about the previous evening. I even grew to love the restricted feeling every time my dick hardened as I reminisced about the best night of my life.
I was barely able to concentrate in school and could not stop thing about my visit to Duncan’s home that evening.
