Date: Sat, 6 Feb 2016 15:17:51 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 31

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Another week went by and I was beside myself.  What was happening?  Were
Peter and David serious about making me have sex with their father?  I had
no interest in their father.  And I definitely didn't want him to find out
I was having sex with two of his sons.

I could go to jail for having sex with Peter and he would likely beat me up
for having sex with either.  This was a man who used words like 'fag'.
Hell, he would probably beat my up just if he suspected me of being gay.

I stressed out about this at work, though I muddled through.  On top of
everything else I didn't want to lose my job.

When at home I stared in Peter's window as usual.  I rarely caught a
glimpse of him so this made me even more troubled.

What was happening?

I had no control over my life.

I had totally forgotten about little Ian though.  If I had a better
understanding of myself I would have realized I had lost interest in him
when Peter let me know he knew, so it was no longer doing something behind
Peter's back.

I guessed David must be back at school.  He was headed there when I got him
to circle back.  And while he didn't actually fuck me fully, pulling out
when Peter walked in on us, it had been a fun experience (and I note that
he took the cash, which I didn't begrudge him as he had done a number on my
ass and made me cum).  I liked being bent over the table being rammed by
David's big cock with our pants around our ankles.  The shape of his cock
had hurt my hole, it took most of the week for me to recover, but I loved
how down and dirty it was.

It was just too bad we got interrupted mid-orgasm by Peter and now they had
put this idea of me being set up with their father on the table instead of
me being bent over it (if you will excuse the pun).

I hoped that maybe with David back at school the idea of me and their dad
would just die out, though I knew Peter too well to believe that.  Peter,
when he got an idea (no matter how dangerous) in his head he followed
through.  Look at all the things he had made me do just on a whim.

I stared night and day out my window into Peter's bedroom.  Over the course
of a week I saw him two times.  Once I saw him in the evening on his bed in
a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs working on his laptop.  I jacked off
furiously watching him even though the laptop in his lap hid the ample
package in those briefs from my sight.  The other time was in the morning
when he was coming back from his shower and I got to see that big cock
swaying as he absentmindedly towelled himself and put on his underwear (red
Fruit of the Looms, seems he wasn't opposed to his mother's choice of FOTL
just he picking them out).  Sadly the time he was naked was so late in the
morning I couldn't jack off watching him as I had to race out of the house
to make it to work (I made do jacking off thinking about him being naked in
the office washroom twice later that morning).

On Thursday night I was awoken by Peter just flopping down on my bed.  He
was in a pair of red CK briefs.  It didn't really matter what he was
wearing, as I was thrilled to have him in my bedroom, but I noted the red
colour as it was similar to the FOTL briefs and in the moonlight it made
his package look like it was on fire.  God he was sexy.

I immediately moved in and put my head on his abs and began to play with
his cock through the soft cotton.  He hardened and my mouth moved to his
crotch, licking and sniffing him through his CK briefs.

"Put my cock in your mouth and I will explain to you the plan David and I
came up with," said Peter.

My heart sank.  I had been so elated to have him in my bed in a pair of
briefs after so long, inhaling his musky smell directly from his underwear
clad crotch, but now I was feeling terror as the boys had actually come up
with a plan designed to get me together with their father.

In spite of the fear that was overwhelming me; I put my fingers under the
waistband of his briefs and pushed them down (he lifted his hips to let me
slide them off him leaving him naked on my bed).  As his big cock flopped
out and hit his stomach, my mouth closed around the head.

"I showed David the video I took of you sucking my cock the first day,"
began Peter.  I gagged, not from the huge cock in my mouth, but from the
very idea David had seen a video of me sucking his younger brother's cock -
a cock that I was once again sucking.

"Don't worry, he doesn't think any less of you, not that he thought much of
you before.  He could tell you are the worthless fag you are.  So he wasn't
surprised when I told him I am the one who started things.  Though he was a
bit surprised when I told him what all we have done and where, but he knows
I am in control and that you didn't molest me," said Peter.

If Peter could see my face in the dark he would have seen I was white as a
ghost.  The idea he had told his brother everything just made me sick to me
stomach.  And his choice of words and description of what I had become made
me feel worthless and helpless.

Even though these revelations were deeply troubling and the very idea they
might have a plan for how I could hook-up with their father was terrifying,
I did keep sucking on his big cock as he had told me to do.  I worshiped
this boy and his cock.  I wanted to suck it.  I needed to suck it.  Hell I
needed to do whatever he told me to do.

"He thought you looked like a pretty good cocksucker in the video," Peter
added, which bizarrely made me feel a rush of pride.  "When I told him you
have gotten way better, that you were pretty crappy at deep-throating me in
the beginning, especially in this video, so I think you are probably going
to end up sucking him off next time he is home but you will still have to
pay him, which reminds me you owe me $200."

I gagged, this time on Peter's cock.  The reminder of his raping my throat
in the beginning and how much I hated deep-throating him initially
triggered the reflex.  Also the thought of taking his older brother, whose
cock is longer and is shaped like an arrow head, down my throat, which
would be more difficult, made me conscious of just how big Peter's cock was
in my throat and how difficult deep-throating used to be for me.

"David says you can't tell it is me in the video once we eliminate the
sound," Peter continued.  "It is just you sucking a cock.  Could be
anyone's and since I am big it could be an adult.  So we have decided to
send it to dad."

I gagged again as I went from nervous to scared shitless at his words.

They couldn't send that video of me sucking on Peter's underage cock to
anyone, let alone their dad.

And what did they think the effect would be on their dad even if he didn't
realize I was sucking his son's 16 year old cock?  So what if he had fooled
around in college or when he was younger, he was clearly a homophobe now.
And I lived next door and spent time with his son.  Even if he didn't
realize it was Peter I was sucking off he would not want me anywhere near
him or his kids.  And he would probably wonder if I had tried anything on
his kids (one of whom was naked right now in my bed with my mouth on his
cock just like in the video).

As we were in the dark, I could not see David's lower body clearly, but I
could make out its shape in the moonlight.  While his cock was mansize,
this was clearly a boy's body.  Let's say his father didn't recognize it
was his son, he would be able to tell from the video it was someone
underage, wouldn't he?

I ran my hand over Peter's legs, feeling the soft almost peach fuzz-like
hairs.  I ran my hand over his balls feeling how smooth they were and
unwrinkled.  I ran my fingers through his pubes feeling how soft they still
were, not wiry and fully grown like an adult's.  I ran my hand over his
stomach and felt the flesh which was not yet toned; it still had the fleshy
resilience of youth.

While I was trying to explore his body in the dark for the telltale signs
that must be on that video of a teenage boy's lower body, it must have felt
good to my young master because Peter's hands went to my hair and he ran
them through it urging me on.  Like a dutiful slave I began to suck harder.

This was my instinctive response as the slave I had become.  Though my
conscious mind rationalized my sucking harder and deep-throating more on
the grounds that I couldn't point out how ridiculously flawed and dangerous
their plan was with Peter's cock in my mouth.  I needed to get him off so I
could take my mouth off his cock and talk.

Soon I was deep-throating all of Peter huge cock and his fingers in my hair
were urging me on and confirming I was doing a good job, not like that
first time in the video where he had been forced to rape my throat as I
didn't know what I was doing.  This made me proud, further reflecting how
far I had fallen for this boy and his cock.

My hands continued to exploring his (obvious to me even in the dark) 16
year old body.  I felt a combination of fear knowing that in the video you
could tell I was servicing an underage boy with me mouth and exhilaration
that I had the good fortune to be sucking on this teen's big cock.

As Peter began to tense I didn't try to get my mouth on the head to catch
his delicious cum, I just keep deep-throating him, getting him off, in a
combination of wanting to please my young master and in my desperation at
wanting to get this over with so I could get it out of my throat and
explain to this boy just how ill conceived his and his brother's plan was.

When Peter had finish cumming he let go of my hair saying "wow, you really
must like this plan.  I don't think you have sucked me off so eagerly in a
long time."

Pulling my head of his cock I said "I definitely do not," then adding out
of worry that I might be misunderstood "I loved sucking you off sir and
having your cock in my mouth and throat.  It is just that is an insane
plan.  You are going to get us caught.  You are going to get me arrested."

Peter laughed at my obvious flustered outrage and fear.

"I haven't told you all of the plan," said Peter, who was still laughing.

Getting up I sat cross-legged on the bed facing Peter, not even conscious
of my nakedness, which normally I would cover out of embarrassment over my
body and worry that this straight teen would not want to see me unclothed.

"Tell me the rest because giving your homophobic father video evidence of
me sucking his 16 year old son's cock - evidence he can take to the police
- I cant see having an upside," I said, as calmly as I could muster given
the circumstances.

Still laughing Peter said "David is going to go visit Uncle James and send
the video to dad from his computer with a note from his brother saying it
is his cock you are sucking on and that dad should try you out."

My jaw just dropped.  Were they insane?  There is no way this wasn't going
to blow-up and now they would have another adult involved.

I didn't know where to start.

After thinking for a few minutes, and calming myself down, I started with
my first thought "while your face isn't shown I am sure you can tell it is
your body and cock on the video."

"You can tell," replied Peter, "but you have studied every inch of me and
especially every inch of my cock.  Dad hasn't seen me naked in years and
never seen me hard so how would he know that was my cock?"

"Wouldn't he maybe recognize the shape of your body or the hair on your
stomach and legs," I countered.  "He has seen you swimming and probably in
a locker-room.  Hell you are in your underwear all the time in your
bedroom."

"My dad isn't gay for me the way you are," Peter said.  "He doesn't stare
in my bedroom window like you fag.  I am sure he won't realize it is me."

I wasn't so sure and it wasn't a chance I wanted to take if I could help it
(though I didn't control this video so I might now be able to help it).

"So let's say he doesn't recognize it is you.  There is no way he thinks
that body is your uncle's," I said, desperately trying to convince him not
to send the video.

"Why, because I don't have wrinkly saggy balls like you do," Peter said,
making me suddenly self-conscious about being naked sitting on the bed
facing him.

"Well yea," I admitted, "among other telltale signs."

"We have edited the video down so most of the shots are of you and my cock,
and we have made it black-and-white and made it grainy," Peter said.

"You have done this already," I asked incredulously.  "You have already
done this?"

"Yea," Peter said.  "David had been going to Uncle James' and Aunt Alice's
this weekend for some time.  That is how we came up with this plan.  David
can send the video from his computer this weekend when he is there."

My heart sank.  This wasn't just a ill-conceived plan they had come up with
on the fly and hopefully would just as easily scrap when they realized how
dangerous it was, they were in the process of implementing it.  What were
they thinking?

"You can't do this," I said pleadingly.  "There are so many ways it can go
wrong.  And if it goes wrong both your Uncle James and your father will
have video evidence of me sucking your cock that they can take to the
police."

I felt like I was about to burst into tears.  I had my future in this boy's
hands and he and his brother were about to gamble it on the off chance his
father would not see through the doctored video and not contact his brother
to see if he had actually sent it.  And for what?  In the hopes their
father was still into having sex with a guy years after he had supposedly
experimented (something they didn't even know was true).

Peter must have seen or sensed how upset I was because he said "do you have
a better plan" in a way that made me think he was open to suggestions.

My mind raced a mile-a-minute.  I had to come up with a plan, or he would
put us all at risk with a plan that, in my mind, had absolutely no chance
of working and a pretty high likelihood of landing me in prison.

"OK look . . . how about I just try . . . to seduce your father," I
stammered, the panic in my voice very noticeable.  "That way if it goes
wrong . . . he just gets mad at me. . . maybe keeps me away from you
. . . there will be no proof . . . just his word against mine . . . and the
video of you and me . . . it stays in your and David's hands."

That the video was now also in David's hands should have been of grave
concern, but at this stage my mission was to keep it out of his father's
and uncle's hands.

"I can't see that happening," said Peter.  "You guys don't even socialize.
No, it has to be the video and we have to do it this weekend when David is
at my aunt and uncle's house."

"Give me a chance," I pleaded.

My head still racing, I suddenly came up with a quick idea.

"Does your dad like hockey," I asked.

"Yea why," Peter asked sceptically.

"How about this . . . I take your dad to the game on Saturday night . . . I
can get press passes from my editor . . . I can ply your dad with beer at
the game," I began hesitantly and then, as the idea became better formed
more confidently.  "Hockey is testosterone charged.  I can probably even
get him into the locker-rooms after the game.  Then I make a pass at him.
If he goes for it great, if he doesn't you know that he won't go for the
video either," I said, talking as fast as I could in a desperate attempt to
convince this teenage boy to change his mind.

Peter thought about it and then said "I will tell David to hold off until
Sunday."  A wave of relief washed over me.

"If you seduce him then great.  If you don't we will use the video."

"Why would you use the video?" I demanded, panic rising in me again.  "If
he is not interested he is not.  Why would you want to give him evidence of
me sucking your cock?  With my plan we can, if it fails, chalk it up to
alcohol and mixed signals.  This video is undeniable proof of me sucking
cock and not just any cock, yours!!"

"That is just it," said Peter.  "He might not fall for your charms.  But if
he sees you sucking cock he will know he has an eager cocksucker next door
and if he thinks it comes from Uncle James he will think it comes with an
endorsement from someone he has had sex with."

"You don't even know for sure he had sex with your uncle," I said
desperately.  "And even if they did that was a long time ago.  Plus he
probably will call his brother to ask why he send the video and how he
knows me and when he discovers he didn't send it they both will ask
questions."

"David figures he won't call because he won't want to talk about it out
loud.  David hated talking to me about what you and him, and me and you had
done," said Peter, still obviously committed to his plan.  "If David is
embarrassed at discussing sex, at least sex with guys, then people in dad's
generation will never acknowledge they have done it out loud."

Didn't he see, that was my point?  There was no way he would get an e-mail
from his brother saying 'look at me being sucked by your neighbour' and
there was no way his reaction would be to think 'great, let me try, good to
know there is a cocksucker next door'.

"Let me try," I said sadly, realizing Peter was not going to back off his
plan.

"You have until Sunday," Peter said, as he got up from the bed, fetched his
red briefs and, pulling them on, left my bedroom and house and ran next
door.

Suddenly my life depended on my seducing this boy's father in two day's
time.

END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE