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GAY BDSM ALPHA-MALE

BUNDLE


By Buck Wilde

Copyright 2017 Buck Wilde

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Blackmailed By My Neighbor


By Buck Wilde

Copyright 2017 Buck Wilde

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I live with my uncle and take care of him because my parents don't want to shell out for an assisted living facility. I work nights as a waiter so the arrangement suits me and my schedule well enough, but I barely earn enough to make ends meet. Hes got a nice little house with a garden out back and its very secluded, or so I thought. I also thought it would be the perfect place to grow a little something to make a bit of extra money on the side.


One night, after Id put my uncle to bed, around 9pm or so, there was some knocking on the door downstairs. As I was heading to the front door, I had noticed all the commotion was coming from the backdoor. I thought, Who the hell could it be and at this hour?But then I thought about my little side venture growing out back, so I rushed over to find out what the hell was someone doing back there. Was it the cops? With a lot of trepidation, I looked out the window only to see the next door neighbor standing there, twirling something in his hand. Holy Shit!


I opened the door, trying to play it cool by saying, "Hi Mr. Rogers! What are you doing here?"


Mr. Rogers was a 40-something bachelor, a widower who filled in as a part-time mechanic when he wasn't puttering around in his garage or out running errands. He grinned and replied, "Well Trace, I was trimming my peach tree and dropped the saw over into your yard, so I hopped over to go get it, and noticed some odd plants with these extremely unmistakable shoots." He brought the strange looking leaf up to my face as I attempted to think of some reason to give him, yet nothing came out, so he proceeded with, "Now I know you youngsters have an exceptionally live and let liveperspective on pot, shit, I've smoked a joint or two myself, in my day. But Im afraid the police wouldnt have the same reaction to this as I have, and if somehow, someone managed to call them you would certainly go to jail for quite a long while, and we wouldn't want that, would we?


I shook my head and begged, "It would be great if you Mr. Rogers, Carl, wouldn't turn me in, I'll pay you, I'll do anything you ask, but please, I beg of you, don't call the police!"


He grinned and replied, "I don't need your cash Trace, yet I like this subservience of yours, this pleading side of you and I think we can find something that suits both our needs."


With that he ran his hand up from my abs, to my firm chest to pinch my nipple, making it plentifully clear what he was implying. I nearly tore his hand away and punched him in the face, however I understood that there was no other way out of this, so I took a deep, shivering breath and simply let him grab at me. His other hand began following my stomach along the highest point of my jeans as he said, "Great, now, is your uncle sleeping and will he likely wake up?"


He's sound asleep, and I even gave him a pill, hell sleep through a tornado!"


He had discovered my areola stiffening through my t-shirt and squeezed it hard. He gestured and said, That's great! I think we'll begin with something a little basic."


He dragged me by my areola to the family room where he tossed a cushion on the floor, sat down and told me, "Remove your clothes and bend down."


I felt numb, used and about to be abused. I was terrified, and anxious, however I was also strangely getting turned on as I began stripping out of my clothes. Before long I was bare ass naked and stooping down to him, unfastening his belt and sliding his jeans and boxers off. His cock was rock hard and thick, its head menacingly purple. He was much more handsome than I had given him credit. Before I could contemplate my next move, he snatched the hair on the back of my head and pushed me down his hard cock. He began fucking my face faster and faster, grinding himself so I could take him more deeply, and soon I was gagging as his shaft was snaking down my throat as I was trying to take him all in. Amazed and a bit ashamed, I also found myself getting hard. It was quite a turn on being ordered around like this, I began rubbing my hard-on as I sucked and licked his manhood.


I could feel his cock swelling and his breathing getting heavier, I knew he was drawing nearer to cumming so I was preparing myself for him to shoot his load of semen when he astonished me by pulling me off of him. He raised and spread his legs, and pulled me by my ears directly into his buttocks. As I shook my head, he snarled out, "Eat my butt-hole out my little slave, take your place!"


Embarrassed beyond anything Id thought conceivable, I let my tongue drag up over his butt-hole, and expressed my gratitude towards him. He moaned as I whirled my tongue round and round, and I wound up really getting into it, and I began working my fingers stoking my own cock once again, as this was turning me on to no end. I worked my tongue more deeply and more forcefully inside him. Carls groaning and snorts were getting louder when all of a sudden, he hauled me out of his ass and pushed his cock back into my mouth, fucking me until he began jerking and shaking.


He shoved my head onto his cock with one last thrust and shot his liquid goodness down my throat as he snarled uproariously. I came too, really hard, my own cum shooting strings of white gold in front of me as he filled my mouth with his masculine juices. Being commanded and the feeling of shame made me feel so used and dirty, but it also made me so fucking hard as I felt my own cum flowing out of me!


He pushed me off him as he recaptured his composer. I laid my head into his lap, heaving and breathing hard as I recouped. He petted my head peacefully for a couple of minutes and after that said, "Jesus Fucking Christ, that was great! I'm going to truly get everything out of this little game plan of ours!"


"I thought this would be it!? This was all that I expected to do!"


God no, sweet boy, this is only the start! I own you now, your ass is mine to do as I wish. I'll use your body as much as I physically can. I know you got off on this as well, don't deny it, and I'll play your body like a master pianist, make you cum so much you won't recognize what to do with your time anymore."


I didn't comprehend what he was saying at first, the thought of being his slave, his pet, made me panic, yet turned me on at the same time, and I truly had no way out, he had me under his thumb.


He continued with, "Tomorrow after you have put your dear old uncle to bed you'll remove all your clothing and put on only a trench coat. The minute you step into my home clothing is not optional, theyre forbidden."


He stood up and put on his gardening clothes, then he went and grabbed the chainsaw that had begun all of this and with a wink and a kiss he left through the front door this time.


After it shut, I was still stunned by what had just happened and by how I responded. Before long I got up, gathered up with my clothes and got into the shower. I considered what I could do to escape this train wreck Id gotten into. The dealer, to whom I supplied my product to, couldn't take the whole plants, and I had went through a tremendous amount of effort just to grow them to just simply cut them all down, and in any case, Mr. Rogers could have taken pictures or some other verification before standing up to me. I would simply need to stick around for my opportunity until I could figure out what to do.


I slept a troubled sleep but rose early. I cleaned the house before my uncle got up. I simply needed to keep myself occupied, keep what lay in front of me that night out of my mind for the time being. My uncle was having one of his spry days, so he kept me busy and before I knew it I was putting him to bed as usual. I went to my room and stripped out off my clothes, and gave myself a speedy once over in the mirror. My blonde hair was cut short, bt combed. But Im was really happy with my body. I had a lean physique which I had kept up with by working out at the local gym. I was especially proud of my six-pack abs which was easy to maintain due to my unusually high metabolism. But as I stood there in front of the mirror, I pondered what would happen to this body of mine that evening.


I put on my long trench coat and a pair of flip flops, bolted out the door, slamming it behind me and rushed over to Mr. Rogerss place. I knocked cautiously on the door and he opened it with an devious grin. He said, "Welcome my little slave. Have you complied with my request? Demonstrate to me that you have."


I opened my jacket and flashed him, presenting my naked body to him. His grin became greedy with the look of lust in his eyes, then he twisted my areola hard, making me grunt and groan, pulling me inside. When I was in, he ordered me to remove my trench coat and flip flops, he also reminded me that no clothing was permitted in his home. He dragged me by my areola through the house to his bedroom. He had stripped his bed bare, except for some white hospital sheets, and on a table to the side he had laid out various sex toys and loads of rope. I practically bolted out of the house right then after seeing that table, however, I recalled what he had on me and steeled myself in for what was to come. With a shuddering nervous tone in my voice I asked, "What will you do to me?"


He ran his hand up my neck and placed it under my chin, as he replied, Well, you wouldn't need me to ruin your surprise now, would you? On your elbows and knees get on the bed now, Sweet Boy." I was astonished by his tender tone, and he suddenly appeared so kind, even fatherly in fact, he would show me, take care of me. Then with a slap to my left pec he woke me out of my gaze and said sternly, "My Bed, now!"


I obeyed and got on my elbows and knees onto the bed. He set out a few pieces of rope before me, and began tying me up. He had me hold my own elbows and started with tying my lower arms together, then he bound a spreader bar to my knees and brought my elbows to my knees with more rope. First fixing my feet up to the foot of the bed, then my elbows to the headboard.


There was a big, wide mirror in front of me and as I took a glance at myself I couldn't deny that it was an extraordinarily erotic, suggestive sight, and the feelings of helplessness, vulnerability and of being roughly in bare ass naked for his pleasure was beginning to turn me on. As I watched myself in the mirror, I saw Mr. Rogers remove his clothing as he held eye contact with me, and as I gazed upon him, I found him to be a very attractive man for his age, really, with his strong masculine presence, his body was as fit as a fiddle, which he appeared to have usually hidden under the cover of loose fitting old rags every time Id seen him outside tending his garden. Underneath he was a real ma, a genuine man and not like some of the young dudes I was used to.


When he was finally naked he snatched another rope and began tying my pecs. He then got something from the table and came back to my side. He began toying with my areolas, making them hard, and after all of that, a sudden agony shot through me as he had attached weighted areola clamps to them. I screeched in torment as he stroked my back soothingly and mumbled calmingly in my ear.


Mr. Rogers moved on so he was stooping behind me and began kissing my back all once again, his kisses ran down my exposed ass and thighs before focusing in on my ass again. He began eating my butt-hole out from behind, and shockingly it felt great! I had my firm tight ass sticking way out. The way his delicious tongue worked my rim was enchantment! I was groaning and bucking myself upon his face as I attempted to release and let his tongue in as deeply as I could.


When I, at last, felt him get truly deep with his tongue, the fucker stopped! I moaned in confusion and disappointment and wanting him to get back in there to finish me off when I saw that he had grabbed a major, flickering metallic hook with a ball on the end from the table beside him. He grinned at my confused and terrified expression through the mirror and put the icy, smooth ball against my butt hole. I actually grasped as he stroked my back and instructed me to relax in his alleviating toned voice.


He began pushing it in and I concentrated on breathing, trying to relax, but I knew this was getting insane. The stretching burned and after that twinges of agony, the huge metal ball was finally inside me. I felt strangely full yet once it was in it didn't hurt almost as much as I had thought it would. Mr. Rogers grabbed another piece of rope, which was attached with a leather strap, and this time he attached it to my forehead and connected it my ass, making my back bend and curve like a violin, not having the ability to face away from the mirror.


He stooped behind me again and began rubbing his finger here and there at my butt-hole as he kept his eye on me. He continued rubbing me and teasing me until I thought I would go crazy, and afterwards, all of a sudden he dove two of them inside me quick and hard. The bucking reaction of my hips made the ball shift in my ass and the weights of the areola clamps wiggle, tormenting them with stunning agony.


He pulled his strong fingers out of me gradually, and after that hammered them back into me hard once more, his index finger up against my prostate as my areolas screamed in pain. He kept the rhythm just like that, gradually out and then quickly back in, rubbing and massaging my rim and ball-sack, over and over, pushing me closer and more to the edge. My boner was raging hard and body began shaking as I was just about to go over and explode my cum everywhere, and just then he poured down a series of hard slaps on my shaking buttocks. I came harder than Id ever have, harder than I thought conceivable, I screamed in my ecstasy as jets of my own sperm shot out before me.

I've generally been a one and done kinda guy, but he continued fucking me increasingly hard as the punishing proceeded, I came so hard that I even passed out for a few moments.


When I woke up, he let me know, "Ahh, that was delightful my little slave, simply astonishing!" He tenderly stroked my emptied balls-sack and after that said, "Go down for me Sweet Boy, finger some of your cum off your thighs for me. Yes, thats it!Mr. Rogers scooped up a smearing of my young cum drained from my balls, then held his hand to my face and told me, Lick it baby boy, thata boy."


Despite the fact that I ought to have been sickened by this, I wasnt. I eagerly licked up the blend of his and my own cum, delighting in the lewdness of it all. After I had licked it off, he petted me on the head and said, Good boy. This made me really thirsty, I'm going to have a drink. Dont to go anywhere.Like I could, all tied up waiting for him to abuse me more at his convenience.


He chuckled as he left the room.


I was obviously not going anyplace, bound as I was on all fours, taking a glance at myself in the mirror as my head was being pulled back at my forehead, that was now connected to my ass and pelvis near my hop bones. I was all the while reeling from my best ever orgasm. When I was just about recovered, Mr. Rogers returned. He put a glass of water with a straw into my mouth, and instructed me to rehydrate, despite everything, we had a difficult night in front of us. I saw that his cock was hard once again and recollected his remarks about taking advantage of our little game plan. Damn, I truly was in for a difficult night.


After I had finished drinking the water, he began unfastening me, beginning with my legs, then arms and finally the spreader bar. He unfastened the leather strap from my forehead and began pulling on it, removing the huge ball from my ass, making me snort and groan at the serious stretching. He tutted and held up the ball end before my eyes and there was a speck of crap lingering on it. He said, "This won't do, you dirty little slut. I'll need to wipe you like a baby now.


I attempted to think about where this was going, he was just a mechanic after all, however, I couldn't find the words to disobey, so I just mutely obliged to his demands. It appeared to have been going well this way, so why stop a winning formula?


He unclasped the areola clips and the ropes around my chest, and had me hold my own elbows before he bound my arms together. He dragged me by my nipples into the bathroom where he had set up a rubber sleeping pad and a cushioned stool. He had me stoop on the pad and rest my aching chest and head on the stool, but I found this shockingly arousing.


He began applying liberal measures of thick lubrication to my rim, fingering me with initially one, then dipping in two fingers, whirling them around, truly getting in deep, making me groan and shiver. At that point he stopped and I heard him start running the tap, and I began feeling terrified. I've never had a bowel purge and never related it with sex, however with his tongue and fingers in my butt feeling so good, perhaps this wouldn't be too awful.


He hung the bag on the towel rack, right where I could see it hanging there, protruding red and menacingly. He worked the butt-plug molded spout all through me a couple times, and after that he opened the valve. I promptly felt the warm water surging inside me, and my god, what a weird feeling! Mr. Rogers began lightly tugging at my opening with one finger, keeping me horny, but not enough to get me hard right away since I still hadnt recouped from our last round. His other hand was rubbing my abs as I felt my intestines gradually swell. He said soothingly, "Sshhh now, simply unwind, you'll get your some light cramps soon, the sudsy water will do that, however just let them pass, I guarantee they won't hurt you."


There it was once more, that minding, adoring tone, that delicate touch as he exploited me in the most demeaning ways. It truly stunned my head, however, it was also exceptionally consoling, it made it feel like he was doing what was best for me despite the fact that I couldn't see it.


All of a sudden the main spasm hit, making me howl and shake, however I concentrated on trying to loosen as he had told me, and he rubbed my stomach and my cock, making me concentrate on the delight as opposed to the torment, and I understood there was joy in the end, but when I looked back at the pack and saw that it was still a third full. My body wrack with spasms as that last third finished, yet Mr. Rogers soothing rubs had a calming effect.


I felt so full and frantically needed to use the toilet, however he told me to stay until he gave me permission to go. He just kept stroking my cock with more determination now. He was pumping it up and down. I was getting closer and closer to cumming yet just when I felt I was going to blast he pulled away. Damn! I whined and attempted to search for his hand, but he just chuckled and let me know the time had finished. He offered me some help with getting up and walked me over to the toilet, and on the way I got a look at myself in the mirror, I looked like I drank a whole keg of beer from all that water!


I sat down on the can and understood that with my bound hands I couldn't get the fitting out, and I took a glance at my hip with frustrated eyes. He just grinned a mischievous grin as he bowed down next to me. He began squirming the fitting around in me and I turned my head away in disgrace. I would need to take a shit in front of him! He began fondling me once more, and ignoring my embarrassment, or maybe in spite of it, but I was truly horny, and I was close to cumming. He could tell too, and hauled the fitting out of my butt-hole quick. As the water gushed out of my ass, suddenly, I came hard with jets of my sperm shooting upwards while shaking on the bowl as that foul water jetted out of my ass along with my shame.


After I came there still was a good amount of water left in me, and he left me there with some privacy until I was finished.


After four or five minutes he returned. He offered me some help getting off the can and into the shower where he washed me off. After he dried me off with a fluffy towel he guided me back to the rubber pad and stool once more. I gave him a scrutinizing look and he grinned then said, "Yes Sweet Boy, one more time. You really seemed to get off from all this purging, and you appreciated it too. Last time I gave you a full pack, thats over two quarts, however this time therell be a great deal less, so you're going to get two full sacks this time, a full gallon. I know that it alarms you, yet I also know that you can deal with it, my little slave." He topped off the sack as I stooped there, thinking about how the fuck I would do it.


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