Snatched: Taken By The Gay Dom Next Door (His Neighbour's Secret Book 2)

by Jesse Fuchs

  Snatched

  Taken By The Gay Dom Next Door

  By: Jesse Fuchs

  Published by Smutpire Press

  Copyright 2014 All Rights reserved

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  This is part 2 of The Neighbour’s Secret series. Other books in this series can be found below:

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  Snatched

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  After my first crazy encounter with Mr. Davis, I decided that enough was enough. He was my neighbour, after all. What was I thinking, following him to that secret club and letting him use me after, anyway?

  I told myself I wouldn’t go back to him. Things between us quickly resumed their normal neighbourly ways, and that’s what I told myself I wanted.

  The stream of men hadn’t stopped since I had ‘visited’ his house, and I suppose I should have expected that. I still occasionally sat below his window wondering if he knew I was there or not, stroking myself as he used each of them to satisfy his own desires. I craved to be back in that chair again, trembling by his hand.

  It was Friday night, and I knew what that meant. I got into position and peered through the blinds partially covering the large picture window at the front of my house as his car pulled into his driveway. I waited, watching as he dragged another one of his playthings into his house. Tonight, it was a young man. He appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties, just like me.

  He wore timeless black shoes, dark jeans, and had long blond hair, hanging just beyond his ears. He was gorgeous on all accounts. The duo sparked some curiosity inside me.

  I snuck out the back door of my house and made my way around the fence to the back of his place where the window was.

  “Take a seat, darling,” I heard Mr. Davis say on the on the other side of the wall. “Make yourself at home.”

  I could hear their footsteps coming closer to the window. I walked lightly, being careful not to make any noise. Finding my usual spot, I sat down in the grass and leaned against the wall.

  “Do you understand my rules?”

  “Yes, sir,” the boy said softly. “Do as I’m told.”

  “Good,” Mr. Davis said. “And what else?”

  “I must ask for permission before I do anything else.”

  “Good. Now, do you see that blindfold over there? Be a sweetheart and fetch it for me, will you?”

  I could hear the clomping of his feet against the wooden floor as he walked to the far corner of the room. I could hear him pause there for a moment before returning to his starting position.

  The sound of Mr. Davis’ footsteps followed the young man’s.

  “Stand up,” he barked. “Now tell me, darling, do you mean to be breaking my rules already?”

  “No sir,” he said. There was a sharp edge of worry to his tone.

  “Then why did you not ask for permission to put the blindfold on?”

  SLAP! The sound of a firm, full-handed ass spank rang out through the window. I loved how he handled men with such fire. My cock pried at my pants, eager to be set free. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand down to grab it by the base, stroking myself slowly as I continued listening.

  “Next time, I won’t be so nice,” Mr. Davis told him. “Now sit.”

  Mr. Davis walked to the edge of the room and I could hear the rattle of a wooden drawer opening, then a soft scrape as he pulled the vibrator from it, followed by a delicious, electric hum as he turned it on. His footsteps resonated back to where the boy was sitting in the center of the room. A quiet whimper escaped from his lips.

  The memories of me sitting in that chair flashed through my head. I closed my eyes and stroked myself faster as the boy’s lustful panting became audible through the window. I loved the sounds of pleasure he forced from each and every guy that sat in his chair.

  Soon, his impassioned breathing started turning into groans of delight, and I could feel my balls begging for release. I paced myself, taking a moment to coat the tip of my dick in the pre-cum that had been bubbling out of me.

  “Please.”

  “Please, what?” he asked.

  “Let... me.”

  “Let you, what?”

  His groans intensified and I could hear his feet scrabbling desperately against the wooden floor as he tried to contain himself. He wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer.

  I could feel a familiar tension burgeoning at the base of my shaft, and if I wasn’t careful, my orgasm would overtake me, too.

  His groans of pleasure stopped suddenly and he gasped for air.

  “What do you want, darling?” Mr. Davis asked. “Speak now.”

  “Give it to me. I need it!”

  His cries started up again as the buzzing of the vibrator became muffled against his skin. Mr. Davis was toying with him. His whimpers grew intense. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

  “Cum for me,” Mr. Davis demanded in a harsh whisper.

  His moans erupted into screams of intense pleasure on command. The bottom of the chair rocked against the wooden floor as he spasmed under Mr. Davis’ will.

  That was the point where I'd usually stop touching myself, but this time was different. I kept stroking my throbbing dick, trying to edge myself as close to an orgasm as possible without letting it take control.

  Realizing how much noise I was making, I tried to stop myself, but it was too late. My legs started twitching and I pressed myself up against the wall, sinking my teeth into my lower lip to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. All I could do was hope that they hadn't heard me. I didn’t want Mr. Davis to know I was sitting outside of his window listening in on him when he brought men home.

  I got up quickly and stole back to my own house, fearful that I may have just given myself away. I slipped between my sheets and continued to imagine the torturous pleasure he would force on his new toy.

  That Wednesday, Adam and I prearranged plans to go shopping after class. We met up at Armani, intent upon finding a new dress shirt for him. We browsed the racks as usual, holding shirts up to each other and trying on the ones we liked. I pulled a flashy red shirt off the rack and held it up against his body. As I pressed the fabric against him to see if it might fit, I caught a glimpse of the rest of the mall over her shoulder. My chest tightened.

  Mr. Davis was sitting in the mall outside of the store. His legs were crossed and his arms were spread out over the top of the bench. His head was turned to the side, and he seemed unaware of how deftly and effortlessly he had stolen my attention. My desire had still been burning strong since our encounter, despite the fact that I knew it was best to leave it alone. It was hard to ignore him; I hadn’t found a guy worth of fucking in the two months since he had me strapped to that chair.

  “Hey, what are you looking at?” Adam asked, staring at me inquisitively. He turned around. “Isn’t that your neighbour?”

  “Yeah, I think so,” I replied as I hung up the shirt on a nearby rack. I wasn't interested in it anymore.

  “Huh. Maybe he works down here or something,” he said and began flipping through the clothes in front of him, disregarding Mr. Davis. I hadn’t told Adam about our encounter or what kind of animal he truly was.

  None of the shirts looked appealing to me anymore. I couldn’t concentrate and fight my cock from growing between my legs. It kept reminding me of how amazing it felt to be laid down and used; how he had tied me up
and used my tight hole to satisfy his own desires.

  Adam pulled out his phone and took a quick look at it.

  “I gotta go, man,” he said. “My bus is going to leave soon and I don’t want to wait for the next one. Where did you park?”

  “Over that way.” I pointed in the direction opposite the bus stop.

  “All right. I’ll see you tomorrow, then!” He smiled and headed off, clutching the bag of clothes we'd found for him.

  And then I was alone, still pretending to filter through the clothes in front of me. My cock and my brain were locked in a heated battle to decide what I would do about Mr. Davis. Months without satisfaction had rendered my brain useless in the fight. I gave in and decided that the occasional indulgence wasn’t going to hurt me.

  My heart pounded as I walked out of the store. I was only two steps out when his head started to turn and I chickened out, taking a 90 degree turn to get out of there. I didn’t turn around or look back. I hoped he hadn't seen me.

  I walked into a random store with a bunch of dresses on display, trying to hide my embarrassment. Approaching a rack somewhere in the middle of the store, I began nervously flipping through the dresses. Try to act normal, try to act normal.

  “Hey, Derrick.”

  Ah shit! He saw me. I turned around to see Mr. Davis standing before me, his broad shoulders filling out his suit jacket.

  “Uh, hey,” I replied clumsily.

  “I know this has probably been a bit weird for you, but I just want you to know that nothing has changed between us since that night.”

  “Uh, yeah, of course.” My heart was pounding. I felt weak next to him.

  It was inappropriate how badly I wanted him to undress me right there and violate me for everyone to see. I needed to get laid or these thoughts wouldn’t stop.

  “Is everything okay?” he questioned.

  I decided to just go for it. Leaning into his ear, I was close enough to get a good whiff of his musky scent. I needed him. I couldn’t fight it anymore.

  “It’s okay, darling,” he whispered to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You can say it.”

  “I need it.”

  “You need what?”

  “You.”

  Without a word he grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the store, looking out for any employees. He took me into a changing room and shut the door behind us. He grabbed me by both arms and turned me to face him before signaling for me to be quiet with a finger pressed against his lips. I nodded eagerly, desperate for what was to come.

  His hands caressed down my side, before he gripped the flesh of my hip and spun me around to face away from him as he pulled me against his body. My knees began to feel even weaker, responding to his strong arms wrapped around me and his cock stiffening against my ass through his clothes. He moved his hands slowly but deliberately, enjoying every inch of my body like it was a delectable treat he wanted to savor. He pulled me in tighter as he manhandled my torso, taking a deep breath of the air around me.

  With one hand, he turned my head to the mirror beside us as his other hand moved down my stomach toward my bulging pants. It was so hot watching him touch me with such ravenous hunger in his eyes.

  He began to slowly unbutton my pants, wrestling slightly with the zipper before it gave way to his advances. His fingers plunged past my waistband and slid home against my throbbing shaft. His cock was poking hard against my backside and I anxiously rubbed my ass against it. He reached lower, cupping my balls in his hand. His touch sent a wave of pleasure and made me even more desperate to be fucked.

  I turned to face him, placing my hands on his chest and running them down his body to his belt as I crouched. Undoing his pants, I allowed them to drop to the floor. Evidence of his excitement was clearly displayed in the little wet spot on his grey boxer-briefs, just beyond the tip of his cock. I slid my fingers under his waistband and pulled them down just far enough to release his cock as it reared up to face me.

  I finally had it. I could finally satisfy myself. I took him into my mouth, running my lips up and down his shaft. I could see him watching in the mirror as he ran his hands through my hair, pulling me in.

  His hips started joining the rhythm set by my lips, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth. Each thrust pushed my boundaries. The hand on the back of my head became more forceful, and he grabbed my hair and took the lead. I could feel him against the back of my throat, testing my gag reflexes with each push.

  As he let me go, I gasped for air and he pulled me up to his face. He held me captive in his fiery stare for a moment before positioning us to face the mirror. Just looking at how he towered above me turned my knees to jelly. With one strong hand on my chest, he ran the other down my stomach, taut with anticipation. My underwear were soaked with pre-cum as he slid one finger under the waistband.

  I let out a quiet groan, eagerly awaiting his touch but he stopped dead in his tracks. Meeting the reflection of my eyes in the mirror, he brought his hand back up to his lips to signal silence. I nodded once again and he proceeded to run his hands under my waistband, pulling my pants down just far enough so my ass was exposed.

  I bent over, trying to take them off completely, but before I could get my feet out, his wet fingers coated my ass in spit. His cock wasn’t far behind, finding my tight hole and thrusting inside. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the urge to moan for him as he grabbed me by the hips and began to fuck me, his eyes still trained on mine.

  Pausing deep inside of me, his face appeared to be one of a hunter listening intently for his prey.

  He leaned down just far enough to reach my mouth with his hand. Covering it to stop the noise I couldn’t control, he emptied my little asshole before filling it with tremendous thrusts that nearly drove him to the hilt each time.

  I watched him in the mirror, using my body as his own toy again. I craved for his cock to go deeper, but he was careful not to slap his hips against me. A burning sensation was filling my thighs from having to support this slightly awkward position for so long, and my legs quivered more with each powerful thrust.

  He pulled himself out of the tight grasp of my taut hole and spun me around. I crouched again in front of him, gripped his shaft at the base, and then shoved the rest into my throat. I stroked him in rhythm with my mouth, desperate to please.

  As I gripped his thigh, I felt him begin to quiver. A moment later, his hips bucked as he shot a huge load of cum down my throat.

  I looked up at him, desperate for approval. His head was tilted back and he leaned against the wall. That was enough approval for me.

  My cock craved release, but I knew it wasn’t possible to quench its thirst in a dressing room. We needed to go back to his place where I could get what I needed.

  Mr. Davis began putting his pants back on. Holding up one finger before he left, he signaled for me to wait a little while before following. I fixed my hair quickly in the mirror and took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind.

  I left quickly, my gaze fixed to the floor in front of me the entire time, attempting to avoid eye contact with anyone in the store. I headed for my car and drove straight home.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. I tried masturbating to see if that would tide me over until I could work up the courage to go knock on his door, but it couldn’t satisfy the deep, burning desires I had. What I had received that day was more like an appetizer. It left me hungry and desperate for more.

  I was trying to study, but it was no use. My dick had my thoughts clouded over with images of being tied up and brutally fucked.

  My phone vibrating on the desk beside me snapped me out of my daydreams. It was a text from my mom. She and my father were gone for the week on a trip that my dad had won through his job. She wanted me to make sure the cat had food and everything was in order around the house.

  I immediately got up to feed him, knowing that I would forget otherwise. I made a cup of tea while I was in the kitchen, hoping it would help me
focus. Turning on the kettle, I waited patiently, watching for the steam to billow out of the spout as the water inside came to a boil. I sat down on a stool by the bench in our kitchen, staring into the backyard.

  I decided to call Adam. I needed to tell someone about everything, and he was the only person I could tell something like this to. Maybe that would help get me back on track.

  I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. I blurted out everything as soon as he picked up: how our session in the penthouse with Daniels only left me hungry for more; how I had followed Mr. Davis to that secret club; the months of torture I endured trying not to go crawling back to him for more; what had happened in the mall after he'd left.

  “What?! Why on Earth did you keep all of this from me?” he asked. “That sounds awesome! Why are you so ashamed to go back?”

  “I don’t know, it’s just that he’s been my neighbour for so long, it feels… like I shouldn’t be doing it, you know?” I replied.

  “But does it feel right? Or does it feel weird?”

  “It feels right.”

  “I don’t see the problem, then. Go fuck him.”

  Ding dong. Someone was at my door.

  “Someone’s here, Adam. Let’s talk later.”

  “All right, man. Take care, and remember: go get some!”

  I walked over to the door, wondering who it might be. I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight. Maybe I should have stayed on the phone with Adam while I answered it, just to be safe.

  I opened the door and before I could look out to see who it was, an open hand came flying at my face, covering my mouth. I tried to scream but it was no use; my voice was muffled against the fingers clenching my jaw. A man followed the hand and took me into his arms forcefully.

  “The safeword is banana,” he said, causing a confused tingle to resonate down my back. It was his voice. It was Mr. Davis. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. Tell me the safeword.”

  “Banana,” I gasped and his hand returned.

  “Good,” he whispered into my ear, holding me tight against his body from behind. Forcefully lifting me from the ground with a grunt, his bag bounced against my stomach as he carried me to the living room. Throwing me down on the couch, he pinned me there as he rummaged for the rope to tie my hands behind my back.