Well, that's what neighbors are for

I swiped over to see how he reacted. My hope was that he didn't get pissed off by it. I wasn't disappointed.

He read my text then looked at the buttplug again and back up to the camera, a huge grin on his face. He raised the little dick up to his mouth and sucked it in and out of his mouth several times while staring at me through the camera. God, he made me hot!

I sent another text, Strip. Now.

With the little dick still in his mouth, holding it in his lips like a lollipop, he read my text and then I saw him typing.

Sir, yes sir!

When he was completely naked, his hardening dick laying low between his legs I typed, Bedroom. Lube in the nightstand. Then get on the bed.

I saw him read the text, then disappear from the screen so I clicked over to the camera in my bedroom. He entered, crossed to the night stand, then climbed onto the bed.

Camera in the bedroom? Perv. He typed.

Says the naked guy laying in his neighbor's bed! I replied and laughed.

Where's the camera? I debated telling him because it pointed at the fake panel in the wainscoting that hid my small safe, but if I couldn't trust him then I should never have given him access to my house.

Above the closet door.

He read the text then looked to his right and waved, then turned his body so that his ass was towards the camera.

On your knees. Ass in the air and work your buttplug in your asshole.

The waitress chose that moment to come by my table and ask if I needed anything and drop off my cheque. I dropped my phone below the tabletop and dismissed her then quickly pulled my phone back up. I was just in time to see him raising the lubed up buttplug up to his hole and start pushing it in. I watched him roll his hips as he worked it in himself, looking over his shoulder at the camera, and I saw the moment when it punched through his sphincter because his back arched and his mouth spread in an "O" as he pushed it into himself.

He was absolutely gorgeous when he showed his pleasure at having his ass penetrated. Sheer joy washes over his entire face.

He worked the little dick in and out of his ass a few times before pushing it all the way in and his ass ring clamped down on the smaller end, holding it in place. He put both hands down on the bed and rolled his hips in a circle, exposing his plugged add to me.

Damn you look hot. I'm going to pull this video up later tonight and jack off to it. I sent him in text.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and read my text. Damn this thing feel good! He replied.

Good. That was the idea. But remember...no getting off until I get home.

I saw him read my text then he dropped his head into the mattress and slammed his fist into it a few times, then turned to look at the camera. It didn't seem he liked that one bit. Good. I wanted him pent up and frustrated.

Don't disappoint me and I will definitely make it worth your wait.

He read the text then hung his head again. A few seconds later he replied, Sir, yes sir (crying sad-face emoji)

Yea, I'm definitely into that. Now get out of bed and go build my kitchen.

He flipped his middle finger at the camera, and stood up from the bed.

And leave your clothes off. I half expected him to put his clothes back on, but he just read the text and dropped his arms to his sides, cocked his head sideways and look at the camera like "really?", and then left the bedroom. The next I saw him was in the kitchen...still naked...as he started back to work.

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I didn't jack off to the video like I threatened to, I decided to hold myself to the same standard I was expecting of Luke; and I have to say, it was more difficult than I thought it would be! Every time the security app alerted to Luke entering the house I would pull up the cameras and watch him go into the bedroom and strip down before putting his buttplug in his ass, and then I'd watch him walk naked into the kitchen and get to work, and from what I could see, he was making really good progress.

The week couldn't end quick enough for me. Luke spent his time at the house dutifully naked with his buttplug firmly inserted in his ass, and I spent it watching the cameras as often as I could get away with.

Friday, around lunch time, Luke text asking what time my flight would arrive. I opted to leave out at the end of the workday Friday instead of waiting until Saturday morning and we made arrangements for him to pick me up from the airport.

Plans were finalized and I had finished my lunch at the same cafe and was heading back to work when an idea hit me...And by the way, I texted him, I'm going to expect you to be pantless and have your ass filled with your buttplug when you pick me up.

I wouldn't really expect him to follow through, but it was hilarious to me imagining what his face looked like when he read the text. His only reply was, "!!!!!!!!!"

The end of the day Friday finally arrived, a short taxi ride later and I was checking in at the boarding counter and awaiting my flight. After what could only be described as "the longest flight in aeronautics history"...or so it seemed to me...I had touched down, claimed my baggage, and was waiting for Luke to pull up to the pick-up lane. When his truck pulled up alongside me and he didn't automatically hop out of the truck to give me a hand with my luggage, my stomach fluttered with anticipation. I opened the rear door and he greeted me, and as I piled my bags in his truck, I glanced up to the front seats and saw his bare thigh. He. Was. Driving. Pantless.

If I haven't said it before, this man makes me hot!

After quickly climbing in the front seat, while trying to block the view of anyone standing nearby, I buckled up and my eyes fell immediately to his lap. His tip of his hard dick was glistening with precum. He turned towards me, face red, and grinned wickedly at me.

"Well damn," I said. "What have I done to you? You're a right little pervert, aren't you?"

He laughed at me and as we pulled away and started making our way home, I reached over and shoved my hand between his legs, reaching between his butt cheeks where I felt the rounded end of the buttplug.

"Damn it, man!" I exclaimed. "You actually did it."

"Hell yea I did!" He answered; and if it is possible, he grinned even more wickedly. "Do you know how close I was to nutting all over myself on the drive over? Every bump I hit bouncing the damn thing right into my prostate. I almost came handsfree again!"

My dick was immediately hard. I could hear his moans in my mind as the buttplug frigged against his guts as he drove. I waited until we had gotten on the interstate and then I leaned over in his lap.

"Oh yes!" He sighed, expecting another blow job. Instead, I licked the precum out of the slit of his dick, kissed the head one time and sat back up. He looked at me incredulously, and scowled. "Oh, fuck you sir!" Growling the "sir"

I chuckled as his expression turned desperate and I turned sideways in the seat to watch him. He looked so aroused that he was positively vibrating from it.

After a tense forty minute drive we neared home and I told him to pull over on the side of the road and put his pants back on. It was already growing dark and since there was no traffic on the road he just stood beside his opened door and tugged his pants on, fighting to get his dick tucked in behind the zipper. He slipped his shoes back on and climbed back in the driver's seat, still scowling at me, and drove the last few miles home.

We pulled into my driveway and Luke helped me carry my bags inside, scowling the whole time. After taking a quick glance at his phone and noting the time, he actually stomped his foot like a pouting child who's been told he can't have ice cream before dinner. I looked at him and I could see the air of frustration covering his entire body.

"I can't stay, it's too late, I have to get home." He exclaimed, cramming his hands in his pockets. I was disappointed but I understood; he had a family waiting on him.

"Will you be here tomorrow to show me what you've gotten done in the kitchen?" I asked.

"I can show you that really quick before I have to go. It won't look like a lot was done, but all the demo is finished and I've started some of the installation." He explained as we made our way to the kitchen.

A quick look around the nearly empty room and I could appreciate all the hard work he's put in this week. He quickly explained all the things he'd completed, and detailed the things still to be done and I could just about picture it in my head. I walked him to the door with a pat on the back and offered a "well done". When we reached the door, he suddenly turned and grabbed me in a tight hug. As I hugged him back I could feel him grinding his dick into my hip.

"I'm glad you're home, don't leave me like this much longer." He said, desperation painting his voice with need.

I ran my hand under his shirt and rubbed up and down his back. "Tomorrow." I said. "I promise."

"You did." He whispered against my neck. "You promised it would be worth the wait too. It better be. I'm dying right now."

I pulled him tightly against me, our bodies pressed together from chest to hips. "It will be. Just hold out a little longer."

We broke apart and he started to leave, but before he could get out the door I reached up and wrapped my hand around the front of his neck and pulled him back sharply against my chest. I licked a small spot on his neck, then bit down lightly, which made him groan and his whole body tremble. "Be wearing your buttplug when you show up tomorrow." I commanded, my mouth right at his ear, then I swatted his ass and pushed him out the door.

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I woke up early Saturday morning, showered and shaved the up and down bits. No catching feelings, you silly old queer. I berated myself. Maybe if I said it

over and over it would sink in. At this point I doubted it, I was already feeling like a love sick teenager with a crush on the straight jock football player. How stupid could I be, developing feelings for my straight married neighbor.

I spent an hour or so unpacking my bags and starting some laundry, and then I started digging in the closet of the spare bedroom for a box that had been forgotten for quite some time, shoved deep in the back. When I finally found it, I opened it and looked at its contents, pulled out several items, and took them to my bedroom and put them in the nightstand beside my bed.

I had just finished up some toast and a glass of juice when I heard the front door open and knew that it had to be Luke. It was a nice surprise that he felt comfortable enough to just walk in without knocking, and that previously tamped down the fluttering sensation in my stomach flared up again. No. Catching. Feelings. I chanted in my head. I had barely made it to the kitchen doorway when Luke came through it, slamming into me, he grabbed the sides of my face and crushed his mouth against mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and all but assaulted mine as he walked me backwards into the edge of the counter. It felt like he was trying to eat my soul through my mouth.

"Help me!" He panted against my mouth. "Please let me get off, I can't stand it any longer!"

"Bedroom. Now." I commanded him, my hand on his chest, pushing him away from me and towards the doorway. He nearly ran down the short hallway to my bedroom.

When I walked into the bedroom he had pulled the comforter off the bed, letting it puddle on the floor. "Strip." I told him as I leaned against the wall to watch him.

He pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. His chest heaved with his every breath. He kicked his shoes off and pulled down his pants; no underwear, I noted. He stood there, naked before me, all his creamy skin exposed for me to take in. His dick was hard and standing out in front of him, precum leaking out of the slit and starting to drip on the floor. I walked around behind him and pressed myself against his back, reaching a hand out, I rubbed between his ass cheeks and felt the rounded end of the buttplug to make sure he had done as he was told, then I reached around and wrapped my hand around his dick. I slowly pulled my hand down, rolling the foreskin over the slick head, then I rubbed my thumb through the puddle of precum.

"This won't do." I said as I kissed and nipped at his neck. "I need you soft."

He lay his head back against my shoulder and sighed. "Good luck with that. I've been hard for days now. It's killing me."

I stepped back and slapped his ass. "You'd better think of something." I said, and turned to walk out of the room.

"Wait!" He yelled. "Come on. I need this. You can't do this to me." He pleaded.

My god, was he begging for it? A shiver of lust rolled down my spine at the control I had over him. I stopped and looked over my shoulder at him. "I can do whatever I want with you." Turning to face him, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Say it. Say, 'Yes sir, you can do whatever you want with me.'"

He shuffled from foot to foot and started to reach for his dick. I frowned and pointed at him and said, "No. You can't touch yourself yet."

All the muscles in his body tensed in frustration, his face and neck turned red. "Yes sir." He said through clenched teeth. "You can do whatever you want with me, sir."

He ached so badly for release, and I wanted to give it to him just as badly, but I needed him soft. "Go take a cold shower and get rid of that." I said pointing at his dick. "Then climb onto the bed and call for me." I turned and walked out of the room.

I went into the front room and waited until I heard the shower running, then I went back to the bedroom and pulled several of the items that I had dug out of the closet from the nightstand, then went back to the front room where I stripped down. Before my dick started getting hard thinking about Luke and all the pent up frustration I was about to release, I put on a thick stainless steel cockring and adjusted it around the base of my dick. Inevitably, while manipulating my dick and balls into the cockring, my dick started to get hard. Having trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls earlier, my nearly eight inches looked rather impressive; of course, the arousal over what was to come helped to fill my dick in no time.

Finally, I heard from the bedroom, "Sir! You'd better come quickly. I'm not going to stay soft for long."

I grabbed the remaining items from the box and went back to the bedroom to find Luke laying naked on the bed, his feet crossed at the ankles and his almost flaccid dick resting against his thighs. I crossed to the bed quickly and started working a leather harness...a combination cockring and ball cuff...onto his dick, snapping the single strap around the base of his dick, and a wider cuff part around his balls. I stood back up and looked down at him as he looked up at me, and then his eyes drifted down my body to my dick.

"Well, damn. I never realized how thick your dick is." He said, lust tinging his words. I tensed the muscles under my dick, making it bounce a few times, and grinned at him.

"It looks nearly as thick as yours." I said, nodding towards his crotch.

"Holy hell." Luke exclaimed as he looked down at himself. "That's fucking hot." His dick immediately started getting hard, and with the strap around the base of his dick, it would stay hard.

"You, my friend, are fucking hot." I told him as I climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs, and started rubbing my hands up his stomach and over his chest. He laid back down with a groan and I kept on rubbing his beautiful body, rolling my thumbs across his nipples and watching goose flesh roll across his entire torso.

"It feels so good to be touched like this." He said, squirming a little under my hands. "No one has ever gotten me as worked up as you do." He said, and he placed his hands over mine and drew them across his chest and over his nipples again. "It feels like my insides are going to shake apart."

"Well, let's keep you in one piece for a little longer, shall we?" I said as I drew my hands down his body; rubbing my way down his chest and across his flat stomach. I hovered for a moment near his dick, but was careful not to touch it at all as I rolled my hands around the base and down under his leather bound balls. I cupped them with both hands and pushed them up against the shaft of his dick before continuing down his thighs. I rolled my hands around and under his knees, slowly pushing them up against his chest, exposing his plugged ass to me.

"Hold your legs right there, and don't move." I told him as I stared into his eyes. "Let's see what we have here." I said, as he took hold of his legs behind the knees and held them against his chest, never breaking eye contact with me, I reached for the rounded end of the buttplug protruding from his ass. I pulled back on it, easily sliding it out of his ass about an inch as I continued to watch his face, then pushed it back into him. His eyes closed as he moaned his pleasure, then he opened them again and looked back at me.

I pumped the little dick shaped plug in and out of his ass a few more times before pulling it out of him and dropping it to the floor. He watched me drop it with an almost disappointed look on his face.

"Don't worry, my little perv," I said as I slid in between his legs and rubbed the head of my dick up and down the crack of his ass. "We won't be needing that today."

His face lit up with excitement. "You're finally going to fuck me?" He asked.

I grinned wickedly at him. "Is that what you want?" I asked him as I stabbed the tip of my dick against his hole. "You want me to fuck you Luke?" I leaned forward and pressed the head of my dick against his hole. "You want me to fill your ass with my dick and fuck you until you cum all over yourself?"

He swallowed anxiously as he nodded his head.

"No, no no. That won't do at all." I said and leaned away from him, removing the pressure from his asshole. "That's not how you ask me for my dick, now is it?" I teased.

"Please, sir." He panted. "Please fuck me."

I laid my dick against the crack of his ass and pushed my hips forward, sliding my dick up underneath his balls. "And how should I fuck you Luke?"

"Please, sir, would yut your dick in my ass and fuck me?" He moaned loudly as I kept sliding my dick up and down the crack of his ass. "Sir, please!" He begged.

"Much better." I told him. "On your knees." I said and swatted him on the hip.

"No sir. I want to see your face while you fuck me. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and feel your body pressed against me. Please fuck me like that sir."

"Damn!" I exclaimed. "Having you been thinking about this? Thinking about me fucking your ass?"

He nodded his head at me. "Yes sir. Ever since I started using the buttplug. Every minute of every day that you were gone I've been thinking about you fuck me so hard that it hurts and feels good at the same time."

"Fucking hell!" I said, reaching over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube. I squirt some on two of my fingers and rubbed it into his ass. His hole was still open from the buttplug so it was easy for me to get it into his ass. Then I squirted some onto the shaft of my dick and rubbed it in. "I'm really going to enjoy this!"

I positioned my dick outside his asshole and watched his face as I slid the head into him. His eyes went wide and his mouth stretched into an O as I entered him, pushing past the ring of muscles slowly. I felt the heat of him wrapping around my dick as I slowly pushed deeper, his ass clenching down on my dick like a hungry mouth.

"Fucking hell, your ass is pulling me in." I said as I buried my dick to the hilt inside his guts. His head dropped back onto the pillow and he let go of his knees, wrapped his legs around me and hooking his feet together at the ankles. He reached up and started rubbing his hands up and down my sides and I pulled back slowly and then buried my dick into him again. He gasped as I ground myself into his ass, my balls rubbing against his ass cheeks.