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When his phone pinged, Daniel was unprepared for this kind of message. He was at the beach, swimming and sunning with his wife, Nicole, and a couple of friends, Ted and Libby. Daniel shielded his eyes against the sun and held the phone away from the daylight so he could read the message.
2 p.m. @ The Docks
That was it. As usual, it wasn't a kindly invitation but rather an arrogant summons. It was just like Jake himself. Jake was expecting him. Even though Daniel consciously despised Jake's arrogance, it was somehow impossible for him to imagine disappointing Jake. Daniel tapped out an acknowledgement to his summoner and pocketed his phone.
Now was the tricky part: getting away from his wife and friends. What excuse could he possibly use that would justify his being away for half-an-hour to an hour? Daniel stood up to put his t-shirt on, taxing his imagination for any possible reason he could use to leave his wife and friends for a short while. When Ted reached into the cooler and fished through the ice for a soft drink, he came up empty. Daniel saw his disappointment and jumped on the opportunity it presented.
"Looks like we're out of drinks," Daniel said. "I'll run out and grab some!" With that, Daniel hurried off toward the parking lot, planning to be gone before anyone could argue.
"Wait," said Nicole. "Come back here. I know what you're doing."
Daniel turned to look back at his wife, stunned. "You do?"
"You're running off to the store without your wallet again." Nicole gestured with the wallet in her hand, beckoning him to come closer to the chair she was lounging in. He exhaled in relief. When he was close enough to reach the wallet, she pulled it back to her face and he leaned over so they were face-to-face. She put a hand around the back of his head and pulled him into a fierce and passionate kiss. She whispered some dirty words in his ear, plans for later, and he felt his cock twitch. He hoped she would fulfil that promise, he reflected; he would be aching with need when he returned later.
Without further delay, Daniel hopped in the car and made for the docks. He was already at the seaside; the docks were less than five miles away. He checked his watch. It was ten to the hour. Plenty of time to get to the docks, but where would Jake be? The docks were vast. He would sort that out when he got there.
He still wondered at the weirdness of his situation. It felt like something that could happen to someone else, but never him. Yet, here he was, an on-call cocksucker for his bad boy brother-in-law. He remembered that first time, at Nicole's sister's wedding. Jake was introduced to him and they shook hands firmly. Jake had trained, penetrating eyes and after being drawn to them for a few seconds, Daniel had needed to look away. Later, Jake had cornered Daniel as he entered a private washroom. Daniel had immediately felt small and weak next to this man. As Jake smirked and stared at him, something in Daniel broke. He felt inferior to Jake, subordinate, even submissive. Without a word of demand from Jake, Daniel slipped to his knees and gave his first blowjob. They never exchanged so much as a word at that wedding or in all their meetings, both ordinary and clandestine, since then. To this day, they had never spoken to each other.
Their paths crossed at family functions occasionally. Jake was a black sheep of the family who had recently been taken back into the fold. Since Jake was Nicole's brother, Daniel was bound to run into his brother-in-law occasionally. Those ordinary, official contacts had happened only five times since they met: a baptism, another wedding and three funerals. These open encounters with his cock feeder made Daniel nervous, but he eventually realized that Jake could have no interest in outing him as a cocksucker; after all, he would be hurting his sister and his own delicate standing in the family as well if the truth was exposed. A bond of unspoken trust united them and kept the door open for more clandestine meetings.
Of which meetings, this was number fifty-six.
This time, the docks. Last time, it was a filthy alleyway behind Jake's bar. His experiences with Jake often occurred in places where their activities might be discovered: stairwells, underground parking garages, public washrooms, even an elevator once. So far, they hadn't been seen so far as Daniel could tell but he couldn't deny that the danger of discovery heightened the pleasure of their actions.
He parked his car on the street and walked the rest of the way to the docks. He felt out of place walking through the docks in his beach wear. He looked around the dockyards and saw hundreds of storage containers awaiting freight. Jake was leaning against one of them.
Daniel strode across the yard with the confidence he normally felt in the wider world, but that self-assurance withered as he entered the sphere of Jake's presence. As Daniel met his brother-in-law, he seemed to shrink a little against his height and pale a little against his tan. Jake seemed to take the very strength from Daniel and make it his own.
Jake leaned back, settling his weight against the rusty orange storage container. He crossed his arms and smirked in the maddening way that he did. He stood there like God's gift. He was handsome, with chiseled good looks and just the right amount of stubble. He had an exact certainty that Daniel would do exactly what he expected. If Daniel felt taken for granted, it was his own fault; he had done what was expected of him some fifty-five times previously.
Daniel could not shake the strange power this man had over him. He was intoxicated with a desire to submit to this perfect man.
Daniel wondered if Jake counted their encounters as he did. Probably not, he decided. Daniel looked around. The storage containers were stacked in rows. The bulk of the units hid Daniel and Jake from the rest of the dockyard, but if anyone came down this row, the men could be seen. Daniel analyzed the possibility of being seen, being charged with indecency or lewdness, exposed to his wife but his conscious mind wasn't running the show; Daniel's actions were dictated by his total desire to submit before this man. Desire wasn't word enough for what he was experiencing. It was lust, it was passion, it was a yearning. It was a powerful compulsion.
Daniel couldn't explain how he came under Jake's will so, but the fact was undeniable. And irresistible. He knelt before Jake. Daniel's bare knees ground in the sandy asphalt beneath him as he adjusted his position between the superior man's legs.
Daniel tugged at Jake's belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He unzipped the pants and forced them down to the top of Jake's thighs. Daniel pulled down the top of Jake's underwear, letting Jake's magnificent cock unfurl. Jake's cock was soon fully erect, while Daniel's own penis did little push-ups against the fabric of his thin shorts. This part always excited Daniel, when his target stood revealed and its scent bloomed all around him. There was a different tang to the aroma today, but nothing unpleasant.
It was part of their ritual that Daniel would always begin by looking up at Jake longingly before he began. Even Daniel didn't know if he was asking Jake permission, offering him thanks, giving him submission or if it was just plain old-fashioned worship. Daniel would smirk down at his lone subject and have mercy upon him. Only then did Daniel pounce on Jake's cock.
Daniel clenched Jake's thighs in his fists as he engulfed much of Jake's cock. He had learned skill and technique from trial and error in his cocksucking experiences. He knew that Jake loved it when he took his whole cock in his mouth and swirled his tongue all over the glans. Daniel liked it too, especially the sweet and salty taste of Jake's cock and pre-cum cascading over his taste buds like the flavour of a forbidden fruit.
Daniel used his lips to carefully hide his teeth from the sensitive flesh as he bobbed his head back and forth over the delicious cock. The savour was definitely different today. The taste and the aroma of something foreign and unmanly... Yes, unmanly! That was it exactly. Jake's cock had been in a woman today and he had left the chore of washing off the residue to Daniel. It sent a message: Daniel was nothing more than a cum rag to be used and used again.
Daniel was too good a cocksucker to stop what he was doing when he noticed a visiting thought, but his eyes did snap open in surprise. Was he really... jealous? And of whom? Jake for getting some with someone else, or with the woman Jake had been with? Did Daniel really wish to be... fucked by Jake?
The thought had crossed his mind before; he could hardly fail to question his sexuality after his activities with Jake. Now the thought of being fucked by Jake aroused him and he felt, for the first time he could remember, a strange itch of desire deep inside his ass. In that moment, he knew that his ass belonged to Jake if he ever asked for it. The realization nearly threw him off his cocksucking metre. Jake restored the rhythm by taking Daniel's head in his hands and manually controlling his movement.
