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

by Jesse Fuchs

  “Don’t move,” he said as he got up to shut all of the blinds, leaving me face down and helpless. I did as I was told. I didn’t want to upset him.

  I could feel my cock straining beneath my weight as he approached the couch once again. Mr. Davis pressed one hand firmly down on my ass while the other toyed with my little hole, tracing circles around it through my pajama pants. I could feel myself throbbing beneath me as he pressed gently against my forbidden entrance.

  I was excited. I couldn’t wait to have his cock force its way past my cheeks and into my ass. He pulled his hand back from my butt for just a moment before it came crashing back down with a dull slap that was muffled by my pants. I could feel the sting as he pulled them down slightly and sunk his teeth into the red skin. I moaned, not knowing if it was a cry of pain or pleasure.

  He got up and laid his weight down on my back, his breath hot on my ear.

  “You’re a fucking dirty boy, aren’t you?” he growled as his hand searched for my cock below me. “You love this, don’t you? You love to be taken. Tell me you love it. Tell me you want me to take you.”

  “Take me,” I exhaled desperately.

  “Beg for it.”

  “Fuck me, please,” I begged of him.

  “Not yet.”

  He took his weight off of me and I could hear him lowering his zipper. He knelt beside the couch, his cock standing strong just inches away from my face. My eyes were fixated on it as it throbbed, just as desperate for me as I was for it.

  Grabbing it with his hand, he stroked it in front of me, teasing me. I could feel my eyes widen as I watched, and my teeth involuntarily bite my lower lip. My cravings were too much. I tried moving closer to take it into my mouth, but he pulled it away, stroking it just inches from my lips.

  I leaned back into the couch, and his cock followed me. He rubbed it against my cheek and pressed my face down into the couch with it.

  “Stick out your tongue,” he demanded before running the length of his shaft across my tongue. When the tip arrived, I could taste the salty bead of precum that had found its way out of the end. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, longing for it to be inside of me.

  He placed one of his hands on the side of my head just behind my ear and thrust his cock past my lips. He forced me down into the cushion as he moved slowly in and out of my mouth, using me for his own purpose, finally. I could feel my balls tightening against my body with each hump.

  Standing up beside the couch, he dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. His shirt hit the floor next, landing right beside his pants. He yanked my pajama bottoms off all the way before spreading my legs and kneeling behind me.

  I could feel his weight shifting as he leaned down to me, my asshole anticipating the arrival of his cock. It pressed up against me between my ass cheeks. He rubbed it against my balls and up to my asshole.

  With his cock rubbing up and down, teasing me, he dripped some spit down and spread it around. My ass was practically begging him to enter as he teased me.

  “You’re a filthy boy,” he scoffed as he finally sunk his dick deep inside of me, forcing the air out of my lungs, helping to satisfy the need that had been building up for so long. The slapping of his hips against mine filled the room as he fucked me hard and fast.

  He pressed his weight against my back and reached around, forcefully grabbing me by the throat. I buried my face into the couch cushion and let out a scream of pleasure as he used me. My fingers struggled, reaching for something to grab onto, but with my hands tied behind my back, there was nothing that could help me weather the storm.

  He pulled out and knelt again in front of my face. I turned to see his cock, red, throbbing, and wet, barreling down at my mouth.

  “Taste it, you filthy boy,” he said, forcing himself between my lips again. He didn’t stay there long, only long enough for me to get a taste. Mr. Davis was turning out to be the master of teasing. Just as soon as I was getting something I wanted, he would take it away.

  He grabbed me and energetically pulled me off the couch. I knelt in front of it and bent over with my face in the seat. Parting my knees, he knelt behind me. The tip of his cock ran up from my balls and again to my opening. He thrust straight in, giving me no choice but to make room for his girth.

  Digging his fingers into my hips and groaning behind me, he used me. Each of his thrusts were pushing my head further into the back cushion of the couch.

  He paused, his cock buried deep inside. I could feel him leaning to the side and hear him fumbling around in the bag he brought. I waited eagerly as his cock throbbed inside of me.

  Vrrrrrrrrrrr. I could hear the gentle hum emitted from the vibrator as it started up. He reached around with one hand and pressed it against the base of my shaft, just above my balls. An overwhelming lightness took over as tingles spread throughout my body. He languished inside of me while he used the vibrator to get me off.

  I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long like this. The vibrator was pushing me closer and closer to climax with each passing moment. I clenched my hands into fists behind my back as his ramming began again and I prepared myself for release. I could feel the orgasm only seconds away as his balls brushed up against me with each heave.

  He was close, too. His low groans were becoming more and more laboured, and each smack against me became more deliberate and forceful than the last, until he was frantically throwing his hips against my backside.

  The sound of his tell-tale orgasm groan made my head spin and my vision blurry as I felt him releasing everything inside of me. My legs began to quiver as I sunk my face into the seat and screamed to let it all out. His other hand dug harder into my hip, the slight sting only adding more to my pleasure.

  When it was all finished, I could feel him weaken behind me. He slowly pulled his cock out as he backed away from me. I couldn’t move. My body was exhausted from finally getting his dick in the way that it needed. I heard him stand back up and put his clothes back on. He wasn’t one for staying after he got what he wanted.

  Untying my hands, he let them fall to my sides like lead weights. He left me there, half of my body on the couch, his cum dribbling down my leg.

  I couldn't wait to tell Adam everything.

  Man Handled

  (Preview)

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  The next day, I could barely contain my excitement. There was a bounce in my step as I hurried off to class with a huge grin on my face. I couldn’t wait to brag to Adam about who had rang my doorbell last night and what kind of filthy things he had done to me.

  I wanted to tell him in person, but I was slowly starting to regret that decision the longer I sat beside him in class. I wanted to blurt it out right then and there, but I didn’t want anyone else to hear it.

  As soon as the professor dismissed us, I threw all my things haphazardly into my bag, not wanting to waste another second holding in my secret.

  “Whoa, you in a hurry there, dude?” Adam asked.

  “I have something to tell you,” I said, eager to divulge all the juicy details of my naughty escapades.

  I waited impatiently as he slowly packed his things before I grabbed his arm and led him down the hallway in the opposite direction of the rest of our classmates.

  “You’ll never guess what happened last night,” I said, the words quickly tumbling out of my mouth.

  Adam looked intrigued. “What?”

  I leaned in closer to his ear so I could speak quietly. “He came over.”

  “He who?” Adam asked. “Like, your neighbour?”

  “Yeah! And you’ll never guess what he did.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Derrick, just spit it out!”

  “He came over and just… took control,” I said, trying to keep my voice down. “He barged through my door and grabbed me. Then he took me to the living room and tied me up on the couch. And then he…”

  I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye and realized how much
the excitement had taken over me. I almost hadn't noticed that another student was heading down the hall toward us. I looked at the ground, embarrassed as we waited for him to pass.

  “Then what happened?” Adam prompted once the student was out of earshot.

  “He tied my hands behind my back and used me, just like last time - except better.” The excitement returned to my voice. “I hope he does it again. You have no idea what it’s like, Adam. It was the best sex of my life!”

  “You’re right,” Adam said pointedly, “I don't have any idea...”

  “I’ll tell you all the details later,” I promised. Then I turned, heading off to our next class so we wouldn’t be late.

  Later that day, I drove Adam home, filling him in on every last detail, from how Mr. Davis barged through the door and forced his hand over my mouth, to how he tied me up and pinned me down while he used me as his little fuck toy.

  “You’re a lucky man, Derrick, you know that?” he asked. “I’m actually a little jealous of you.”

  “Now I just have to make it happen again,” I replied as Adam opened the car door and stepped out.

  “See ya tomorrow!” he said as he waved good-bye.

  I smiled. “Yup, catch ya.”

  When I got home, I looked in the mirror hanging on my bedroom wall and decided that I was going to do something about Mr. Davis. I was going to make another advance on him. The way he was able to totally satisfy my needs was something I didn’t want to pass up, and he made it pretty clear that he wasn’t going to pursue me on his own accord. Why would he, though? He had options - lots of options.

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  Special Thanks

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  First off, I'd like to thank you for reading! I truly hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to hearing any feedback you have on it by way of review, email, or on my website.

  Special thanks goes out to everyone who has been in contact with me about my previous stories. I wouldn't have continued writing if it wasn't for the awesome feedback/reviews from you! :)

  About The Author

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  Jesse was born and raised on a farm in Canada. After leaving for college she quickly grew out of her conservative upbringing and became enthralled in a world of sex. Now she lives a very relaxed lifestyle, working various jobs as she travels around. In her free time she enjoys the smaller things in life, like a good cup of tea.

  Oh, and of course she loves to write dirty stories!