Domination

Hello again, welcome back or welcome if you haven't heard from me before. It's Max, now you may or may not remember that I spoke not so long ago about my best friend Toby. I also mentioned Quinnton or Quinn (he hates Quinnton and very shortly you will find out what he done to me for making that mistake). 

Now by the various definitions of the word, Domination means to have complete control or power over someone, people or things. However when it comes to sex be it, straight, gay or lesbian you cannot have complete domination without complete submission. The rest is just role play. To be completely dominant your submissive has to lose 1 word from his or her vocabulary. That word comes in various guises and has basically the same meaning. The word is NO.

So why then did I tell you about Toby you may wonder. Well the simple answer is he made me vulnerable. Around him I felt safe, he was my rock and when he passed it ripped my world apart as you are about to discover. However the person who put it back together was unexpected. 

Remember the promise I made to Toby and more specifically remember the threat he made in the letter. Now I am not superstitious but as we take the next part of my journey the signs are uncanny. It was my willingness and actually letting Toby fuck me (even though it would take a while for me to notice again) that opened me up to the possibility of being gay. My willingness was the first sign of submission and yes had he lived I would have completely submitted to him.

Now before I start and maybe I should have started with this if you are expecting me to tell you about how I have been tied up, gagged, fucked out my brains and used for god knows what, sorry to dissapoint, this isn't that type of story but don't be fooled it isn't vanilla either I have done and had done to me some crazy shit but am I going to reveal all? Maybe, maybe not guess you will have to stick around to find out. 

Remember I said I was a happy accident well here is the reason why. Zach my older brother is actually only ten and a half months older than me. Not possible? Google it, surprised me too but probably not as much as my mum and dad. 

Now funny as that is Quinn his best friend is in the same grade as Zach but by mere days is actually closer to my age than Zach's go figure. As you can imagine Zach got very protective of me for a while after Toby passed, which meant I seen a lot of Quinn. Now he was and still is a very good looking lad. At 6ft he has an ample muscular frame, strong powerful arms and legs, jet black really short hair, dark brown eyes, young features but serious at the same time. Yes I had on several occasions seen his penis and it wasn't huge or small it was nice and tasted nice but more on that later. However as strange as it may seem, especially given the fact I wasn't getting close to anyone, if anything I was withdrawing more, it was his nice round bum I was fascinated by especially when he wore tight boxer's. 

I would see him prancing around in them when he stayed over, sometimes in gym class at the switch of periods, I was always changing in a corner and always aware not to stare too long. Hot days either in our garden or when I was forced to go to his house were my favourite times. I could watch him with my sunnies on and not have to worry. 

However, his personality didn't match his body and like my brother he could be a right duffus at times. 

It wasn't long after Zach's 17th birthday when I was lost in my thoughts laying on my bed, yeah your right I was thinking about Toby when I heard a bang and moment's later he came sprinting into my room and jumped on my bed, completely ignoring me as he threw my duvet over himself like it was an invisibility cloak. It pissed me off. 

"For fuck sake Quinnton, don't you think about other's?"

"What did you fucking call me?"

He moved up the bed and was in the press up position centimetres from my face, looking extremely pissed off. For a moment I was actually scared but I was fed up tip toeing around him and I could have been jacking off he wasn't to know. 

"Quinnton,  Q, U, I, N, N, T, O, N. It's your fucking name isn't it?"

I instantly regretted saying it, I thought he was going to batter me or something worse. The look of shear anger on his face made it look that way too. 

"Okay, you want to be like that."

Without another word he got up and left my room. I kept expecting him to burst back in a beat me but he didn't, The next time I seen him was a few days later and I had been nervous about it. 

"Look Quinn, I'm..."

He just held his hand up and walked away. This didn't go unnoticed by Zach. Later that night he came to my room. 

"Hey bro, what's up between you and Quinn?"

"Just a misunderstanding that's all."

"What did you do?"

"Called him Quinnton, then when he asked what I called him, I kinda said it again and spelt it out to him then told him it was his fucking name."

"Oh shit, what did he do?"

"That was it, he just said, Okay, you want to be like that. Then he just left."

"Oh boy, you better be prepared for one hell of a backlash."

"I tried to apologise today. If that's not good enough he can just fuck off. He's a dick anyway I don't know why you like him."

"I'm a dick too sometimes but he gets me. You know what that's like you had...." He stopped short, when he seen the look on my face. 

"Just be careful round him for a while, I fear you won't have heard the last of this." He hugged me and let me be.

I was fearful, I expected something over the next few days, then days became a week. A week became weeks, I was a mess, I was nervous everytime I seen him but nothing. Eventually I done something I had never done before, I went to his alone. 

As luck or not so would have it he was there alone. I knocked,  he answered and was instantly going to close the door again. I put my hand out. 

"Quinn, please I want to apologise, I can't stand being a wreck around you."

"You better come in then."

I was nervous as fuck, I followed him into his bedroom. He turned and faced me his arms crossed over his chest. I was momentarily distracted by his wonderful bum in his tight black boxer's, my favourites, the mental image was still in my head.

"Well? Or should I turn around again so you can gawk at my arse again Max?"

I came back to reality and felt myself go red. "I shouldn't have called you that or reacted how I did. You just caught me by surprise and I was deep in thought at the time. I am truly sorry and I hope we can move past this."

"What were you thinking about "

"Pardon?"

"Are you death? What were you thinking about? When I disturbed you."

I looked down at my feet. 

"Oh Toby. Look Max I have nothing against you and I had nothing against him but he's gone, it's almost been a year and a half. It won't do you any good to dwell on the past and forget to live your life."

That last part freaked me out it was what Toby hinted at and said in his letter pretty much. 

"Tell you what, I am prepared to move on if you do something for me."

"Sure what is it?"

"Come over hear, get on your knees, pull out my dick and suck it."

"Sorry, you what?"

"You heard, I am not repeating it. I was about to jerk off but I reckon your mouth will feel better."

"I, wow, phew, I, eh don't want to suck your dick Quinn."

"Sure you do, I seen the way you stare at me or is it my arse you want to lick because I am down for that if you want."

"Sorry Quinn, I really don't think so."

"Okay Max I guess we have nothing more to discuss. I will see you tomorrow." 

He said it so calmly I was really worried as he walked past me I had a sudden change of heart and I grabbed his arm to stop him. He flew into a rage the likes I have never seen before. 

He slammed me against the wall, forcing his forearm under my chin lifting me slightly off the floor. I seen pure anger in his eyes. 

"Listen here and listen good you little shit. I gave you a chance, you turned it down. I don't know if you are gay but suspect it, I have tried to be nice and include you but you threw it back in my face. So yeah I wanted to make you suffer but because you are Zach's brother, I decided to to just let it go and ignore you but that wasn't good enough for you. So when you came here I thought why not, let's see if you are gay. I'm still not convinced. Now I just don't care mourn your dead boyfriend for the rest of your pathetic existence for all I care but if you ever grab me like that again I will seriously hurt you."

It was too late the minute he said mourn my dead boyfriend I seen red and just as he finished his little rant I swung my fist and connected with his eye as hard as I could. The blow stunned him and he dropped me. I started to regain my breath and focus. 

"He, he, he, wow finally some fight good for you Max some spirit at last. Now I will give you the count of ten to get your skinny fucking arse out of my house or I will fucking rip you limb from limb. 10, 9, 8,"

I bolted. As soon as I was outside and away from his I noticed something, my dick was rock hard and my shorts had a damp patch.

I walked around furiousl and oddly horny, I couldn't go home with the damp patch showing. I kept asking the same question which just wasn't helping my mood. 

"How could he be so heartless?"

"How could he be so blatant"?

"How was I so stupid thinking he hadn't noticed me staring at his arse?"

"Why did I change my mind?"

"Why did I only get turned on when he was rough with me?"

"Am I gay?"

I sat down on a park bench, rested my elbows on my knees so I could rest my hands in my head and think. It didn't help my mood all I could think about was what he said about Toby and how sore my neck was. By the time I got home I was so angry and hurt I almost just went straight to my room but my mum called me into the front room. 

I started to worry and panic wondering if they knew, I completely forgot about my neck.

"Yeah mum." I said just before I got to the door. 

"How was your... OH MY GOD WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK?"

My dad and Zach looked at me I could see concern on everyone's face and I panicked. 

"Ask his faggot friend." I didn't mean to say it, especially not that word. Even if I was sure I was straight I would not use it but I guess I was still angry. 

"You better explain young man and it better be good." My mum said sternly. 

I swallowed hard trying to pick the right words. "Well it started about six weeks ago when Quinn came bursting into my room and pissed my off so I called him Quinnton. It was an honest mistake, I know he hates it. I said it without thinking but he got right in my face."

I sighed. "I seen he was angry but I was fed up backing off so I stuck up for myself and he kinda just left."

"I think you left out the part where you were an obnoxious little prick." Zach added, which got my hackles up even more. 

"Yeah well maybe I wouldn't have been if he didn't just barge in my room and disrespected my privacy and then he thinks he has the right to be pissed off, what if I was jacking off Zach eh?" I didn't mean to say it, it kinda just popped out. 

My mum, looked confused, my dad stopped short of pissing himself laughing and Zach said nothing. 

"I kinda have to agree with your brother there Zach." My dad said.

I was happy he stood up for me but I could see Zach was seething underneath and it wasn't going to get any better. I wanted to stop because I feared that I may lose my brother.

"Look my neck will be fine can we just forget about it please?"

"No we bloody well can't, if he hurt you I don't want him anywhere near this house again."

"Mum the little prick probably done something to provoke him. After all we are teenagers and sometimes it is hard to control our tempers." Zach said. 

I couldn't believe he was trying to blame me when he didn't even know what happened. At that point I didn't care if I lost him as a brother I completely lost my shit.

"Oh so this is my fault is it? You seen him completely dismiss my attempt to apologise three days later and what did you tell me?"

Zach looked worried.

"What did you tell him zach?" My dad demanded.

"I said Quinn would get him back and to be wary around him."

"Well that wasn't clever, was it?" My mum said stating the obvious. I love when parents do that.

"So Max what happened next?" My dad asked.

This was now the tricky part for me, I thought long and hard then decided to mostly tell the truth and besides the part I changed nobody could prove otherwise. 

"I've been nervous around him since then but he had done nothing. What Zach said constantly played on my mind, it got too much, I've been a wreck. I decided that today was enough so I went to apologise again and see if we could move past it. He was going to shut the door on me but I pleaded so he let me in and we went to his room. I made my apology and told him he interrupted me while I was thinking about Toby, that's why I went off at him. He told me not to dwell on the past and that's when he said we could move past it if I em." I really didn't want to say the next part, I knew if I did he would be banned from the house.

"If you did what Maxwell?" That was my mum's way of say don't argue and just answer the fucking question.

I looked at Zach, I think he knew what was coming because he was close to tears but at that moment I didn't really care. I had the hammer and nails and I was sealing the coffin on his and Quinnton's friendship. I swallowed hard.

"He said we could move on if I got on my knees, got his dick out and sucked it and I could also lick his ass if I wanted to."

"HE FUCKING SAID WHAT? George get me the phone I am calling his mother, he needs locked up."

My dad was calm. "Did you do it son?"

"What?"

"Did you suck his dick and lick his bum?" I never in a million years expected any of my parents to ask me that but my dad just did.

"No dad I refused."

"This question is important, at any point did you want to or did he try and make you do it."

I could have easily said yes to both and only one would have been a lie but I went the other way and said "no." Again I only lied once.

"Good son then what happened?"

"He told me that we had nothing more to discuss and he went to show me out. As he walked past me I reached out and grabbed his arm to try and reason with him and he snapped. He pinned me against the wall with his arm across my neck and my feet off the floor. I struggled to breathe, he said I had my chance, he tried to be nice and include my and I threw it back at him. He wanted to make me suffer but because of Zach he decided to just ignore me. He said he wanted to find out if I was gay because I went to his but then he just didn't care anymore and that I could mourn my dead boyfriend for the rest of my pathetic existence. If I ever grabbed him like that again he would seriously hurt me. I was scared and angry so I punched him in the eye."

"It sounds like you had every reason too son." My dad said. "Then what?"

"He dropped me, I must have shocked him and he praised me for showing some fight and spirit eventually. Then he told me that I had to the count of 10 to get my skinny fucking arse out his house or he would rip me limb from limb. So I ran."

"Okay Max, I think you can go to your room and clean yourself up. We need to talk to your brother." My dad said,  giving me an escape. 

I looked at Zach, he was holding his head in his hands and was as white as a ghost. In truth I was relieved to get out of there.

I went upstairs to the bathroom and looked at my neck in the mirror it was bright red. I decided to have a quick shower and change. Before dinner Zach popped his head in my room. I seen something in his eyes I thought I would never see and really hoped I would never see, hatred. 

He simply said. "We are done." 

I never felt more alone in my life. Dinner was quiet that evening and after I went to bed.

As I lay there, all the questions came back. The event played over and over in my head. I finally drifted off to sleep.

"Sure you do, I seen the way you stare at me or is it my arse you want to lick because I am down for that if you want."

I was stood back in Quinn's. This time it was different. 

"Sorry Quinn, I don't know if I am gay, I'm just not sure and I don't want anyone to know until I am certain."

"It's okay Max, look I won't tell a soul, just know that if you want to you can try. I promise I won't mention it again and I won't make you do anything you are not comfortable with. Hey you are curious and I am horny."

I thought about it and that night with Toby came back. The words both he and Quinn used.

"Don't dwell and forget to live your life."

Was this Toby's way of saying he was watching me and he wasn't happy. I didn't say anything I just walked over to Quinn and fell to my knees. He had quite a musky smell, it kinda turned me on. I looked up at him, he placed his hand on my cheek. 

"Max it's okay to do this, you don't have to be scared." He smiled, it felt reassuring. 

I peeled back his waist band and slipped his boxers down. His dick was semi hard and growing. It hung down nicely over his smooth balls. They were smooth but he had a neat patch of black hair above the base of his shaft it was short and well maintained. 

I licked my lips and took hold of the base. As my lips moved over the end, his foreskin moved with them and his plump head popped out from underneath. He moaned, like an angel was singing, as I moved my head up and down his meat it reached full size. His lips parted ever so slightly as he let out a soft.

"Ohhhh my. Fuck you are good. Twist your head a little and your hand."

I followed his instructions to the letter. 

"Jeeze, you can do this all night if you want, I wish I asked you ages ago."

I picked up the pace a little and got his dick a bit wetter.

"Fffuuuccckkk yeah Max, work it, you are so natural. It's better than any I have had."

I started stroking his balls which sent him nuts with pleasure. To my surprise I was really close to taking all of him and he was entertaining my throat with ease.

"Max do you want to eat my cum? I am getting close now."

I looked up at his face and he had pure bliss all over it, I just nodded and went back to pleasing him. I managed to get all of him just in time as his balls stiffened. I felt the rush through his cock as he cried out and ejaculated in my throat and mouth.

"Fuck." I whispered as I sat up in my bed. 

It was pitch black outside and the moon was disappearing behind some small clouds. My throat was sore and my mouth dry so I decided to get a glass of water. I made my way down to the kitchen and my dad was sat there in his underwear and a tee-shirt.

"Can't sleep?" He said as he retrieved a glass and poured the water from the jug we kept in the fridge. 

"Bad dream." I lied. "Sore throat." That part was true. I took a gulp of water nearly emptying the glass. 

"Wow, someone is thirsty." As he topped my glass up. "Are you okay?"

"I will be." I put my free hand to my neck.

"Apart from that, is there anything you want to tell me son. Anything at all? I will always love you just the same."

"No dad, I think I am all good."

"As long as you are sure. Don't feel you can't talk, even if it is just for advice or if you are confused about anything. I'm always here for you, just like I am for Zach."

"Apparently me and him are done." It was all I could do to change the subject. I suspected that he suspected I might be struggling with my sexuality. 

"Don't worry about him, he might be mad at you for a while but all brother's get mad. Besides I really don't think you were at fault with Quinnton. He will come to see it, just give him time."

He stood up. "Finish that and go back to sleep." As he passed me he ruffled my hair and kissed my forehead. "Love you son."

I turned to face him. "Thanks dad, love you too."

He smiled and was gone. I sighed and went back up to bed. I settled down and drifted back to sleep. 

He slammed me against the wall, forcing his forearm under my chin lifting me slightly off the floor. I seen pure anger in his eyes. 

"I, I, will do it." I struggle to get the words out but it worked. Quinn dropped me down. 

"Do what?"

"What you said Quinn."

"No fag, I want to hear you say the words. I want tou to ask me politely."

I felt cornered and embarrassed but in the back of my mind extremely excited. "Please Quinn, may I suck your dick?"

"And?"

"Please may I lick your bum."

"Seen as you asked so nicely fag, you may but because you turned me down the first time, we are going to do it my way."

I was taking purely by surprise as he grabbed my hair and dragged me to his bed. He threw my on the bed.

"Don't fucking move."

I couldn't, I froze, I was petrified but sometimes really turned me on about it. Then he got on top of me and straddled my chest, his perfect bum above my face. He lowered his boxers and his cheeks were far enough apart for me to see the black hairs, not bushy but they were there. His hole was dark pink and it's black opening was inviting me to put my tongue in. As he lowered, his cheeks spread wider.

"You better lick it good and deep faggot, I won't move until I am ready to fuck your mouth."

His hole got closer to my lips, it was slightly sweaty but I didn't mind, I could already feel the blood pulsing through my dick making me grow. I opened my mouth and reached my tongue out for his entrance even before he sat all the way. I was eager and as soon as I pushed my tongue through his tightness, I had what I had dreamed about for ages. That initial moan, his warmth. The taste was slightly bitter but I dug in as deep as I could at that point. I explored as much as I could. I yearned to get deeper and I tried. His spot was just out of reach but I could feel it's radious, beckoning me to lick it. I pushed further and the tip of my tongue touched it. I felt the tremors past through his entire body. 

He collapsed forward and just managed to steady himself. He sat back down and pushed right down, forcing my jaw open a bit more and my tongue hit the spot a lot easier. Quinn was enjoying himself too much to speak, he started bouncing up and down fucking himself on my tongue. My entire mouth and tongue started to ache, I knew I couldn't take much more but I desired a whole lot more. As he came down I strained my tongue out as far as I could get it. I repeated this several times and made him call out profanities. I then made a few deep digging motions with my tongue and that was enough for him. 

Quinn jumped up and dragged my head over the edge of his bed lined his dick with my mouth.

"Open up fag."

I done as he pleased and he drove it in without mercy. He fucked my mouth like a machine, cursing me and swearing, as he plowed on regardless, I don't think he noticed or even cared if I gagged or choked. He was giving it and I had to take it. Surprisingly I blew my load in my shorts without even seeing my dick. Quinn was wild, he started yanking my hair every time he drove his dick in determined to get as deep as he could. Then he let out the loudest scream I ever heard as he hit his climax and collapsed on my face, jerking a little as the pumps kept coming. 

I sat bolt upright. Daylight was breaking, I was drenched and so was my bed. 

"Great, I've pissed the bed." I thought to myself. Gingerly I reached down under my boxer's. My dick was all sticky. I quickly pulled off the cover and lifted my boxer's up at the front. 

"Fuck, it's cum." Now I was really confused. I was bone dry after the first dream and now after the second rough one I've cum.