Owning Dale

by Tyed Tyte

30 Apr 2018 2005 readers Score 8.5 (21 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Dale was irresistable. I mean, truly irresistable - even to a straight guy like me. He was young, tall, lean and toned, cocky, and beautiful. Blonde hair, blue eyes, messy hair, clean shaven and wide smile that showed his chizzled features. My thoughts had gone back to something Lee had said years before; "I am so having that ass one day". I had never had anything up there, ever. That would soon change. 

I went into the room, Dale still stretched out exactly where I left him - morning glory in full. Fuck me, I was straight. He was a dom. Now he was my sub and I had him under my control. I really could not resist the burning need to "own" Dale. I also wanted him to want me so that I could play with him whenever I wanted.  I wanted his cock but, being straight, I couldn't explain why!

I sat on the bed next to him and touched his firm stomach, traced my hand over his chest, his shoulders, cheek and brow. Dale woke up, and remembered where he was as he looked at me in a displeased way.  

"I thought you were the sub?"

"So did I. I also thought I was straight. Then I saw you. Then I met you. Now I have you. I'll be honest, Dale, I want to keep you."

"Look," he said, "I'm a dom top kind of guy. I do the fucking, and I do not get fucked,  ok?"

"Sure," I said, "Thats fine. I don't wanna fuck you." I reached back and stroked two fingers up and down his shaft. "It's this that I want. Deep inside of me."

Dale looked confused. He had been dommed. Yet, his dom was a bottom? I stroked his cock while he looked confused. He moaned. 

"Oh, shut the fuck up," I said as I stuffed the gag back in his mouth and secured it in place. I then attached the tube with which I would inflate the mouthpiece. Dale had a look of mild panic in his sweet, damn smouldering, sexy blue eyes. 

I continued to stroke him and he was now  writhing against the metal in which he was restrained, desperate to escape. I held his throat (something which Lee did to me years before...). I teased the tip of his penis with my hand before sliding my lips down over it. It felt wonderful as it hit the back of my mouth. So silky soft. I teased his helmet with my tongue and watched him writhe. As he got closer to the edge, Dale's toned body displayed its muscle - letting me know just how close he was and letting me back off, bringing him back from the brink several times. Every time he tensed, wriggled, convulsed, ready to blast his load down my throat, I eased off. I wanted to feel this in the most intimate way. I teased his cock with my lubed hands at the same time I lubed my ass and slid a finger in there. For a few minutes, I played us both. Soon, it was me who was on the edge - except I had control over what happened next. I positioned myself over the frustrated Dale - frowning at me from behind his buckled gag. I inflated it with two pumps as punishment. His cock grew harder. Dale was shouting at me with a stuffed mouth... Two more pumps. He frowned and growled... Two. More. Pumps.


Dale was quiet. I kissed his face and positioned myself at the end of his cock. I wriggled but the lube made sure his cock slipped nicely into my virgin ass. Oh boy, It hurt but i was in desperate need of Dale's manhood - as I had desperately regretted not taking Lee's cock those years previously. I pushed until his head was right inside of me. Dale moaned. I pushed until there was nowhere else to go. And then up.. Then down. I used my tight ass to tease poor, cute, bound Dale's cock. He was fucking me, just not quite how he wanted to. Imagine that... The dominated dom being fucked by the man he wanted to dominate and fuck. 

I had my hands on Dale's firm chest as I slid his my ass along the seven inch shaft of his turgid cock. The pain had faded, replaced by a euphoric feling of control. As Dale got closer, my hands moved to his throat again and I gently squeezed to assert my dominance and remind Dale who controled who... He convulsed amd I felt the rythmic contractions of his penis as he fired his wad in my ass. It was amazing. His penis was teasing my prostate and I came close myself. I got up and watched Dale. His legs quivered, his abs fluxed and his chest heaved. I stroked him, deflated and removed his gag and kissed him.

"Good boy." I said, and left the room. 

Oh, my. This boy had me. I could not get him out of my head, and now had his essence inside of me. I knew I had to let him go later, but I really didnt want to. I went for a sit to clear my head... And curious about him, I went through his bag and pockets. Holding his jeans, I sniffed at them.... I smelt him. I had that gut wrench again... I was in big trouble... Over a boy. 

In his bag, Dale had a couple of toys he had clearly intended to use on me. Toys I would now use on him...

I returned to the bedroom. Dale looked at me, still short of breath amd more quiescent that before. He had started to accept who was boss... If only he knew how slender my grip on that was. I would have loved to have submitted to him - but once he'd had his way, he'd have been gone for good. Now I had a way of keeping him coming back for more. 

I unshackled his ankles, leashed his collar and freed his wrists and collar from the bed. Holding the leash tight I pulled his face closer to mine.

"Gonna behave, bitch?"

Dale nodded. He was tired. He was truly mine. I lead him through to my spare room/gym. In the ceiling was a hook through which I hung a punchbag. The chain was just long enough to reach Dale's collar. I clicked the padlock shut and produced the cage... Dale looked horrified. I smiled.

"So. I went through your bag. I guess this was intended for me?"

Dale didnt acknowledge. 

"Either way," I said, "it will be used for you."

Dale gulped. The reality of his situation sinking in as opposed to the fantasy of what he had come here to do. 

I did struggle, at first, to get the ring over Dale's space-hoper bollocks. I didnt want to hurt my pet, but at the same time... He had to be caged. As I locked the cage, Dale looked at me, forlorn. I stroked his face,

"Don't worry, boy. I really dont want to hurt you. Just own you."

And then I aproached Dale with my next instrument of obedience... His Ohmibod. By now, Dale was resigned to his fate. Resigned to my whims. Resigned to be my toy. I had linked the Ohmibod to my phone. Now I could control Dale even over 100 miles. Lubed, it sliped into his tight hole quite easily and stayed there. To be sure it stayed in place, I gave Dale his tight jeans back, buttoned the fly and belted them tight. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes...

"Ah, ah," I said, "not gonna work" and with that, sent the vibes up his ass. 

Dale squirmed. His wrists still in the neck bar, the collar tethered to the ceiling on a short  and his tight butt squirming in his jeans. The more he squirmed, the more intense it got. I stopped it. Dale moaned out loud, I couldnt have that... So left the room and returned with his gag. Dale didn't protest. He didn't fight it. He knew the score. He obeyed. The gag was fixed tightly in place and partially inflated. 

Dale didnt react, so I cranked up the Ohmibod until I could stand and watch him squirm. I watched him wriggle his sexy slim hips with his fine abdominal muscles making the magic happed. As I cranked up the vibes and ordered him to dance, I sat and stroked my cock while I watched him dance. I unbuttoned my own jeans and freed my erection from my CK boxers and began to wank in front of my boy toy. Dale was whimpering in frustration as the vibes brought him close to the edge and then back again. I shot my bolt all over - I even hit Dale in the chest and watched my jizz slide down his torso. I had to go and shower, so I set the vibes to random, set down my phone and turned to leave.

"Hmmmmmffffph" came Dale's protest.

"What?" I said. 

"Hmmmmmffffppphhhhh!" he moaned again.

I stared him up and down. 

"You're fucked, mate." I said, and walked out.

Truth is, when Dale cracked that belt like a whip, he could have had me. Could have taken me. He was taller, stronger, fitter, but I was sharper and quicker. He had come to have his wicked way, I now owned his ass. After an hour, of random Ohmibod vibes, I returned to release Dale. I teased him a bit first, turning the Ohmibod off and stroking his cock through his jeans. He hadn't came! I figured he had earned a treat so I kneeled in front of him, unbuttoned his fly, and removed his cage. He trembled as I swallowed his cock as far as my mouth could take it and slid my lips up and down the shaft while my tongue worked its magic on the head. Dale moaned, he squirmed, he tensed and I knew he was about to shoot. I decided to let him. Then as I teased him with some post orgasmic lip action, I set the vibes off. Dale shot again pretty quickly, much to my surprise - I swear he smiled behind that gag. Wiping my mouth and standing eye to eye with Dale, I removed his gag as I told him,


"Oh, that was fun! Imagine... You're up in Edinburgh, I'm in Newcastle and whenever I want..." I set the vibes off again. Longer and with an increasing intensity. Dale was almost dancing.  But it was time for him to go, so I swiched him off and re-attached his cage. Dale kept dropping hints about leaving the cage off, but I had no intention of letting him out of that.... It was the only way I could be sure he would come back to me and fuck me again. So before I released him, I grabed his wavy blonde locks and tipped his head back.

"I own your cock, so I own you. When I tell you to use the Ohmibod, you will use it. And I will control it. It's the only release you'll have unless your cock is in my ass. Got that?"

As he processed that, I put the key into a stamped envelope. "I will mail the key to you eventualy, but I am not letting you out of that cage for now. You came here to use it on me. To fuck me and then piss off home."

"Sorry," he began. 

"Not enough. For now, I own that cock. You body, your ass, your mind. You can't do anything about the frustration you feel. Its mine to control. And you will remain in that cage until this envelope reaches your home.. You'd better address it." Which he did. 

I allowed Dale a shower, which I shared with him, my hands exploring every part of my new boy. Dried, Dale slipped his teee shirt on, slid into those snug fitting jeans and got ready to go. I escorted him to the train. As he sat down and the train departed, I held up an envelope. Dale smiled.. But not for long as I put the enveloe in the trash.. Dale's train and Dale slid out of sight for now. 

In my pocket his key was safe. I couldnt wait to have his cock again. Something tomd me that it wouldnt be long.