Tied Up: The Gay Dom Next Door (His Neighbour's Secret Book 1)

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by Jesse Fuchs


  I looked over to see James making his way to me on his knees as he removed his condom. As he got into position, I feared that I may not be able to handle the massiveness he possessed.

  His cock filled my mouth to the brim as he entered me. Never before had a cock filled me so much. Daniels and James started fucking me in tandem, their cocks rock hard as they used my little body. Daniels gripped me hard so I didn’t move as they ramped up the rhythm, and I could feel the ecstasy building up inside me. I was getting close to cumming and I knew even the slightest brush of my cock would set it loose.

  I could hear Adam moaning beside me. He was rubbing himself up and down as he watched the two muscled hunks have their way with me. He reached his free hand over and started stroking my cock. The pleasure almost too much to bear - I couldn’t hold in my gasps for air any longer.

  I dug my fingers into Daniels below me as my body shook violently. My vision became blurry as streams of my own cum coated my chest and everything around me. Stars appeared in my eyes as an orgasm tore through my entire body.

  They didn’t stop. My cock was much more sensitive after climaxing, and I could already feel the second one building. Adam got up to his knees and put his cock in my right hand. He guided me along his length, desperate for an orgasm of his own.

  “Faster,” Adam moaned as he left my hand to its own desires. “Ohhh, I’m going to cum!”

  I could feel his penis contract as ribbons of his silky mess covered my arm and shoulder. Adam's groans of pleasure were almost too much for me and I craved another of my own.

  James and Daniels were now thrusting with long, single, uncontrolled thrusts. Both of them ejecting all of their cum inside of me. I grabbed hold of my cock and my second orgasm came crashing through my body, far more powerful than the first.

  We all laid there for a few seconds to allow our sweaty bodies to recover before James slowly slid his monster cock out of my mouth and I got up to put on my clothes.

  “No need to put those back on. You two can have the guest suite,” Daniels informed us. He got up and turned the hallway light on, leading us to the room at the end.

  We woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon filling the air.

  “What the hell happened last night?” I asked Adam.

  “It was fun, wasn’t it?” he replied.

  “Well, yeah, I guess. But still, what the hell?”

  “Don’t worry about it!” He smiled as He climbed on top of me once again and leaned in to give me a kiss. We were still naked and I could feel myself getting turned on again as his cock brushed against mine. He began moving his lips down my cheeks to my chest, kissing me all the way.

  “I never got a chance to do this last night.” He looked up seductively from my stomach. I grabbed his hair as he made his way lower until his breath was on my balls. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and took a big lick all the way up the length of my shaft.

  I was surprised to find myself slightly excited. I had never even thought of Adam this way before. His tongue and lips felt like magic on my head as he swirled them around. Adam knew exactly how to pleasure me. His long strokes up my length were replaced by quick flicks of his tongue against my slit.

  I looked down at him and saw that he was completely lost in a frenzy of lovemaking to my dick. I could feel myself nearing yet another orgasm as he sucked my cock in his mouth and spanked the tip of it with his tongue. My whimpers amplified and my hips started rocking against his face as my muscles contracted, an orgasm surging through me once again. I filled Adam's mouth and he swallowed every last drop.

  He kissed the tip of my shaft one last time before looking back up at me. “My, my, that was quick.” He smiled and we shared a quick laugh.

  James drove us back to my place after breakfast. Daniels had already gone to work. We waved goodbye as we walked up to my house, praying that my parents weren’t home. I knew my dad would not approve of me staying out all night. I opened the door to the garage and stepped in.

  “Shit.” My dad’s car was there. He hadn’t left yet.

  We tried sneaking into the house without being heard, but our efforts proved futile; he saw us.

  “Where were you two last night?” he asked.

  “Uh, we crashed at a friend’s house,” I quickly replied.

  “Oh, really? Which one of your friends drives a Lexus?”

  “That’s my dad’s,” Adam chimed in.

  “Oh. Okay then.” He looked at us, eyes narrowed in disbelief, but I was just glad that he didn’t press any further. Adam grabbed his things from my room and left.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened in the penthouse the entire following week. I wanted more, but Adam was out of town for the weekend and I didn’t have the guts to approach Daniels by myself. Friday night had approached quickly and I had no plans yet - until I saw my neighbour pull up in his car again after work.

  “Hey, Derrick,” he called out as usual.

  “Hey, Mr. Davis.” I waved to him. I looked at him a bit longer than usual, my curiosity at an all-time high. I waited for him to close his door behind him before going inside my own house.

  I looked through my closet and tried to pick out an outfit that I thought could be worn by one of the guys that he brought home. I put it on, got ready, and went to my usual lookout spot waiting for him to get into his car. I was ready.

  About ten minutes later, I saw him leave his house and open his car door. I waited for him to drive off before I ran to my car, as quickly as I could.

  I followed him down the streets at a safe distance so he wouldn’t be suspicious or see that it was me in his mirrors. He didn’t drive very far, but I was surprised to see where he parked. I stopped my car and watched him walk down the sidewalk into an old run-down building. I didn’t understand why he was here, so I waited in my car, expecting him to come back out.

  I waited for twenty minutes before my curiosity got the best of me. I opened my car door and walked down the sidewalk to the building he'd gone into. I read the name of the store: Ed’s VCR Repair Shop. The windows had a bit of dust built up on them and there was a sign hanging on the door stating that it was closed. I was sure this was where he went, though, so I pushed on the door and found that it was unlocked. I walked in slowly and headed to the back where I heard the muffled sound of music.

  The music was coming from behind two large, black, metal doors. I swallowed my nervousness and pushed open the right door allowing the soft sound of music to clearly fill my ears.

  The place was relatively small, but incredibly elegant. I felt so out of place there. I approached the bar to the left and leaned against the railing.

  “Oh, looky looky, what have we got here?” I looked over to the bartender making her way to me. “Are you lost, sweetheart?”

  “No.” I looked at her, slightly confused.

  “Can I get you something to drink, then?”

  “Sure, I’ll have a Long Island iced tea.”

  “Do you know what this place is, darling?” She asked as she poured my drink.

  “Not really.”

  “Be careful, then. The men in here are like vultures, and they love fresh meat.” She slid the drink over to me. “This one’s on the house. Good luck.”

  Before I could even bring the straw up to my lips, a man leaned up against the bar beside me. I looked over. It was Mr. Davis.

  “What are you doing here?” he said, concern in his voice.

  “Uhhhh...” I stammered.

  “You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong in a place like this.” He grabbed my arm. “I'm taking you home right now.” He dragged me out to his car, my drink still in hand.

  “What were you thinking following me there?” he asked as we entered his car.

  “I dunno, I was bored and curious,” I replied. “What was that place?”

  “Never mind that place. I’m just glad I found you first.” His gentle gaze lasted slightly longer than it should have, causing my cock to
grow stiffer.

  He didn’t speak the entire way back to his place. When we pulled up to his house, he didn’t get out of the car. He just looked over at me, obviously conflicted.

  “I’ve heard you,” he said.

  “What?” I replied.

  “I’ve heard you outside my window. I can hear the rocks under your feet when you’re there.”

  I could feel my chest tighten and back roll with tingles. I was so certain that I had been silent.

  “Your little groans as you touch yourself listening to me...” He trailed off. His eyes were burning with desire. “I was wondering how long it would take you to come get the real thing.”

  He opened his door and got out, walking to his house. I sat there for a few seconds, filled with both need and confusion before I threw open the car door and followed him up the well-lit stone pathway.

  “I’m sure you know how this goes by now.” He shut the door behind us, his eyes never leaving me. I found myself frozen in place, unsure of what was about to happen. I didn’t want to make the first move.

  “Well?” He looked at me expectantly, motioning to a doorway with nothing but a single wooden chair behind it. I knew what was going to happen in that room and I could feel my sexual excitement building as each step took me closer and closer to the chair. I removed my clothes and took a seat before closing my eyes and putting my arms behind the chair. I waited for his orders.

  “Good, you have been paying attention, then,” he said as his shoes echoed against the wooden floor. He bent down behind me and tied my hands securely to the chair, then my ankles to the legs of it. He leaned in and slowly pressed his cheek against mine, his breath hot on my ear.

  “I’ll be right back.” The same frustration built inside of me as he walked away, I absolutely hated waiting for this guy!

  Then I heard the sound of the vibrator starting up as he walked closer.

  “You’re probably curious to know what I do to bad little boys who let themselves cum too soon.” He pressed the vibrator hard against the base of my shaft just above my balls.

  “Well?” he whispered in my ear. “Are you?”

  All I could do was let out a weak groan of pleasure as the vibrator pulsed against me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself and I would have to let my orgasm take over just like the other men that sat here before me. Mr. Davis forcefully grabbed my shaft with his free hand.

  “Yes,” I said desperately as his hand stroked my length. Feelings of utter pleasure started taking over.

  “Good.” He pulled the vibrator away before I felt the sweet release. My eyes opened desperately and met his fiery gaze.

  “Eyes closed!” He demanded. “You know what happens when you don’t behave.” He shoved the vibrator below my balls, nearly to my asshole. I spread my legs, hoping it would allow him to go further. I felt the buildup grow fuller and fuller and I struggled to hold back the streams of pleasure.

  “No, you don’t deserve that.” He pulled the vibrator and his hand away again.

  “Please,” I begged desperately, unable to hold back any longer. Then it happened. Stream after stream of my warmth began coating my chest as Mr. Davis pumped me.

  Without a word he began to untie my legs. He left my hands tied together behind my back and lifted me up, leading me with one hand to the room I’ve always had to imagine.

  We went down the stairs and through a hidden door in the back of his basement, behind which nothing was furnished and the walls were bare. There was nothing in the room except a bed and a shower. He sat down on the bed.

  “On your knees,” he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him. I did as I was told. The power in his voice left me helpless.

  When my knees hit the cold concrete, he unbuttoned his pants and grabbed me by the back of my head, forcing me forward onto his beautiful cock. It could barely fit in my mouth as I took it in, eager to please. My lips ran up and down around his shaft. I wanted so badly for him to fuck me. I sucked on everything: his balls; his tip; his shaft...

  He stood up and moved behind me, bending me over the bed. He dropped his pants.

  “This is what I do to boys that cum without my permission.”

  He pushed down on my back and I could feel the tip of his dick exploring my asshole. I felt a wetness hit my ass and he used his cock to slide it around. He slid in with one powerful motion, forcefully filling my soaked hole. He thrust his hips against me, giving me everything he had. Each push was filled with determination. He held nothing back.

  He grabbed me around the waist and threw me up onto the bed. He untied my hands, then tied each one to a bedpost before climbing on top of me and shoving his cock in again, his weight pressing on top of me and his smell filling the air around me.

  “I’m going to fill your little hole,” he grunted as he thrust in and out until I could tell he was losing control. His cum shot into me, filling me even further before he dropped the rest of his weight onto me, breathing heavily into my ear.

  I lay on the bed as he shut the door behind him, his cum dripping out of my asshole, discarded; used. Turning over, I stared up at the ceiling. My heart was still racing from what had just happened. I had come a long way from the innocent boy my parents had raised…

  Snatched

  (Preview)

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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 poked at my pants, eager to be set free. I un
buttoned 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.”

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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!

 

 

 


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