His New Master Controls Him

The is fiction and a fantasy, meaning I WISH it would happen to me. My fantasies are for my enjoyment and I don't allow comments. All names are fictitious and all characters are at least 21 years of age. If gay domination isn't your cup of tea go drink somewhere else!

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Blaine Brooks was a 22-year-old computer nerd who liked to look at porn, especially if it showed a guy like himself being dominated by a good looking young man. He enjoyed fantasizing that he was under the control of the handsome young man as he was forced to suck his cock as he was tied up, and if that young man had nice smooth legs it was a huge plus.

But Blaine never thought he would meet that type of sexy man, mainly because he considered himself a straight guy who only had DREAMS of gay sex, and that he for sure didn't have the courage to approach someone like that. What would he ever say to him? How could he ever expect that guy to start the conversation that would lead to him being that man's submissive? So instead he often thought what it might be like to find a pretty young woman to be his wife.

Blaine worked in a computer repair shop that not only repaired computers but also sold new and used machines. He was an expert at fixing computers and laptops that needed the hands of someone like him to get them back up and running. He was known in the repair shop as their top man and whenever a really tough job came in he would be the person to fix it.

One day as he was working on a laptop a young man of African American/Asian descent came in and spoke to Blaine's boss Tom about his PC at home that was on the blink. He explained to him that he couldn't even get the damn thing started and he REALLY needed that machine for his work. He also said he was hoping the shop could send a repairman to his house so he wouldn't have to lug that bulky machine in there.

The young man, whose name was Peter Hancock, looked to be about six feet tall, which was about four inches taller than Blaine, and was about 26 years of age. He looked to be in great shape and most likely worked out regularly.

Tom explained to him that they could send someone out to the house if it wasn't too far away but that it wouldn't be cheap. The young man said he didn't live too far away, perhaps about five miles, and it would be worth it to him if he would get a repair visit instead of him having to carry it into the shop. Tom went on to tell him the repair rate was seventy-five bucks an hour for labor, plus there would be a nonrefundable one hundred dollars fee for a house call. Even though the customer felt the cost was high he agreed to have it done anyway because he really needed that computer for his work. Tom also told him it couldn't be done for another three weeks, but when Mr. Hancock said he couldn't wait that long and turned to leave the shop, he told him to wait a minute as he again looked at the schedule. He then spoke with Blaine for a bit then turned back to Peter and asked if the end of the week would work. When he said yes, that would be fine, they made arrangements for Blaine to do a house visit on Friday.

Blaine was planning to take off work Friday and Saturday to do some fishing in the mountains of Pennsylvania, but he changed his mind when Tom asked him if he would do the job and keep all the money that Mr. Hancock would be paying.

Tom then told him that his best repairman, Blaine, would change his plans for the upcoming weekend and instead get his computer working. The man said he was very thankful and told Blaine that he wouldn't be sorry for doing that. Blaine then took down the man's address and phone number and told him he would be at his house at 9 am Friday if that would work.

*****

Blaine arrived at the house at precisely 9 am Saturday morning. The name on the mailbox in front of the smallish rancher said 'Peter Hancock 69 Masters Lane'. Blaine looked at the name and address and thought how cool it would be if this man was true to his sexy name and address. He also noticed that Peter's house was the only house to be seen anywhere in that area, causing Blaine's dick to twitch a bit, thinking that perhaps it was more than a coincidence how things seemed to be lining up for what could be an interesting day. Blaine knocked on the front door.

It took several minutes until Peter answered the door. "Hi, Blaine. I'm sorry but I overslept. I wanted to be ready when you arrived but my alarm didn't go off."

"That's fine, Mr. Hancock. Don't even worry about it," Blaine said.

"Here, please come in. I keep my computer back here in my bedroom so just follow me," he said as he led Blaine to the faulty machine. "While you get working on it I'm going to duck into the bathroom and take a quick shower. You sure don't need me since I don't know anything about those things."

Blaine got on his knees to begin checking out why it wasn't working. The first thing he noticed was it was an old Tandy computer. No wonder he didn't want to bring that bulky thing into the shop! Then he traced the power cord to see if it was plugged in and sure enough it wasn't! It's an honest mistake that anyone could make, perhaps even when he was cleaning the room, and when he plugged it into the wall socket it powered right up. So he turned it on and checked out its running capabilities and it ran fine. Blaine then did a diagnostics test on it and everything looked great even though it was an ancient computer that had 1985 stamped on it.

It even said 'Made in the USA!

Blaine checked it out and was surprised that he could get internet on it. There was also email on it somehow. He didn't even know an old machine like that one could get internet so he figured someone who knows computers must have made some adjustments to it.

About that time Peter had just finished up with his shower. He did his other freshening up things, like deodorant and body lotion, that he did every morning, then wrapped a towel around himself and left the bathroom to go to his bureau to get a change of clothes.

"Show me what you did so far," Peter said. But as he started to walk to Blaine his towel got caught on a knob on a drawer and fell to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" And as he bent over to pick up the towel he noticed that Blaine was staring at his flaccid seven inch dick. For about five minutes they both just stayed still, Peter standing by the bureau and Blaine on his knees about five feet away next to the computer, staring at Peter's hanging cock.

"Blaine, are you interested in this?" he said as he held his dick in his hands. "Would you like to touch it? It's very soft and smooth even when it's not awake. But when it grows to its full nine inches it's even smoother."

But Blaine just sat there on his knees and didn't answer as if he was in a daze. Peter then said softly, "Blaine, crawl over to me." Blaine didn't move but continued to stare at that gorgeous uncut cock. "BLAINE, crawl over to me, NOW!" That time he listened to his soon-to-be master and inched his way over until his face was about six inches from that mesmerizing hunk of manhood.

"But I'm straight, Peter," Blaine said softly and was unable to not look at it.

"Blaine, look at me. Just because you touch another man's cock, or even suck it, does not mean you're gay," Peter said to him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure," Pete said. "Kiss it's head, Blaine." And he did. For the first time in his life he kissed another man's penis and it felt so nice.

"Now give it a little lick." And Blaine did and for the first time he tasted another guy's pre-cum. It was yummy!

Blaine then looked up into Pete's eyes and asked him softly, "May I touch your thighs too? Please?" Once Pete said it was okay, Blaine rested both hands on the man's soft, smooth legs and there immediately arose a bulge in his trousers. Blaine's dick was about six inches long when erect and Peter at once noticed the small tent in Blaine's pants. He also then realized that Blaine was excited and that shortly he would be totally in control of him.

For a long time Pete had hoped that someday he would meet and capture a guy who would not only become his lover but also his submissive slave. He was elated that they had gotten this far in such a short time and was amazed at how it all was dropped into his loving hands over a computer problem.

Peter then lifted his cock with his one hand and told Blaine to put his face under it and smell the manly odor of his crotch. As Blaine complied, Peter placed his erect nine inches of manhood on Blaine's nose and held his face there with his other hand. Blaine's dick became hard as a rock, too, and when he went to rub it Peter told him no. He told Blaine to place his hand on the nine inches and just savor the moments. Blaine closed his eyes and held the big cock for awhile, realizing how fortunate the turn of events happened for him.

As Blaine continued on his knees in front of the sexy, gorgeous man he was asked a couple of questions.

"Blaine, have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No," Blaine replied as he kept holding the other man's big, sexy dick.

"Have you ever dreamed of sucking another man's dick?"

"Yes."

Peter then softly said to Blaine, "You know what you must do now, right? Open your mouth and slide it in. Go ahead. We both know you want to. And keep your hands on my thighs." About all Pete could think of was he was soon to get a blow job from his new friend and since he hadn't done anything for several days he was looking for release from his big load of jism.

Blaine slowly, cautiously, opened his mouth wide and slid that boner in. He was very surprised at how nice it felt. He loved the smoothness and the texture of Peter's peter as he enjoyed its girth between his lips. And as he sat there on his knees Pete slowly began to slide it in and out like a slow moving piston. Blaine did not try to stop Pete. Blaine never felt anything so sexy as Pete's legs and his shaft.

Blaine had no idea it would feel so good, so satisfying, so natural. He also realized that his own dick needed some attention, but when he moved his one hand from the man's thigh to minister to his own needs he was told to keep his hands where they were. It seemed that Peter wanted Blaine to concentrate on his cock first, and Blaine didn't even know if he would be allowed to jerk himself off. And he didn't care!

It felt like an eternity having Pete's lovely cock in his mouth as he pumped it in and out. But not too long after Blaine felt his new friend's dick stiffen up and then felt the warm, gooey seed hit the back of his throat. "Swallow it all, Blaine. Don't let any of it drip out," Peter said softly as he held the head of his new cocksucker. Blaine did swallow it all and when Pete took his dick out, Blaine asked him if he could let go of his thighs.

"Why?" asked Pete, "don't you like my smooth thighs anymore?"

"No, it's not that! I just want to clean your cock with my tongue in case I missed any of your delicious cum."

*****

After they both cleaned up and got dressed Blaine asked Pete if he needed any more computer work done, and they both giggled. The computer was running very well again and Pete was very happy and Blaine was happy.

"No, not right now. Are you gonna send me a bill?" he asked him.

"There's no charge. Tom told me that because I chose to come fix your computer instead of going fishing I could keep whatever the cost would be. It was MY pleasure to do service to you and therefore there's no charge. If anything I should pay you for what you just did for me. Just let me know if you need me again, okay? Here's my personal phone number. I hope to hear from you soon."

"You will, you can count on it," Peter said.

"Does what I just did mean I'm gay?" Blaine asked.

"Do you want to be?" Pete replied.

"Sure, why not!"

And before Blaine left they kissed long, softly, and passionately. Blaine was hooked and already was planning his next trip for a 'follow up' with the computer.

*****

As Blaine left the house he was infatuated to what just happened. His desire for another man's dick far exceeded his desire for a woman so he knew he was gay. It was great that Peter was not into anal sex because he wasn't either, but just the thought of sucking Peter's dick gave him an instant hardon. And he wasn't about to let that thought pass him by. When he got home and with those thoughts still fresh in his mind, he pulled out his six inch penis and jerked off into his toilet.

*****

The next morning Blaine called his new friend. "Peter, this is Blaine. I'm glad your computer is back up and running, but there's something that I would like to check out that I possibly missed yesterday. Are you free this morning?"

"Yes, I am," Pete said to him. "What time are you thinking?"

"I first must go into work and see if anything is pressing, and if not I could come over about 11. But I'll let you know either way."

"Okay. I'll be here all day so just give me a call," Pete replied.

Of course, Blaine knew there wasn't anything on the docket and when he got to work he told Tom that he had a follow up to do at Peter's. Tom looked at the schedule and told Blaine that would be fine since it looked like it wasn't busy that day.

Blaine called Peter and said he would be over shortly. When he arrived at Pete's home he knocked on the door and his new friend opened up. He looked stunning, wearing only a white t-shirt and short underwear. Once Blaine was in the house Peter surprised him with a big, passionate kiss. Blaine didn't waste any time and dropped to his knees and pulled down Pete's undershorts.

Pete's nine inch erection was staring Blaine right in the face. He reached out and guided the big cock into his mouth and moistened it with his saliva. Blaine LOVED the feel of Peter's cock and showed it by sucking it softly but quickly.

"Hold on, tiger!" Pete said. "Not so fast. You come with me." He started walking toward the bedroom with Blaine right behind him. "On your knees, Blaine."

Blaine at once got on his knees and crawled behind his master. When they reached the bedroom he ordered him to remove all his clothes but his boxers. "Lie down on the bed on your back. Lie down cross ways and stretch out your arms." Peter quickly tied his wrists to the bed frame then moved to the other side and tied his ankles to the bed frame on that side. Then he returned to the side where Blaine's head was and, making sure his head was partially leaning off the bed, he wrapped a strap around his forehead and secured it to the bedframe too. So Blaine's arms and feet were tied tightly where he couldn't move and his head was immobile and at Pete's disposal.

"So, this gets you excited?" Peter said as he noticed a tent in his captive's underwear, as he stood over his face with his gorgeous, smooth nine inch boner resting on his mouth. "Answer me, my dear."

As Blaine opened his mouth to answer him the big cock slid right into it and Peter held it there for a few moments. Then he slowly began to pump it in and out, in and out, fucking his face at HIS speed. Blaine absolutely LOVED the feel of that cock sliding across his wet lips. Peter was in complete control of the situation and every few moments he would reach down with his finger and gently rub the tip of Blaine's stiff dick. But as soon as he sensed the bound man was about to cum he would remove his finger and watch as his captive cocksucker writhed in frustration at not being able to cum. It was driving Blaine nuts!

Several minutes later Pete began to moan and squirm a bit then let out a low scream as he shot his seed into Blaine's mouth. He kept his cock in his mouth for a few moments until he was sure all his cum was gone as Blaine slowly swallowed it all. "Blaine," he said as he looked down at him and again reached over to touch his dick, "that was the best blow job I EVER had!" As he reached over his flaccid cock rested right on the man's nose. And whenever he felt Blaine was about to cum he stopped rubbing his dick. Blaine was going crazy!

"You don't think you're going to CUM this morning, do you? That session was so damn good we're going to do it again in a few minutes." And about fifteen minutes later Pete repeated what he did earlier. Blaine was so damn horny because Pete wouldn't let him cum that he was almost delirious! He tried to break his bonds but there was no way. "Keep struggling, my little cocksucker. You'll just wear yourself out. It must be SOOO frustrating, right." And as Blaine was forcefully sucking on that fine cock Pete would often squeeze this thighs against Blaine's face. That only made him hornier because he adored those thighs!

Finally Peter untied his sub since it was getting near lunchtime. Blaine was amazed at how fast the morning flew by. Once untied Peter told him he could jerk off and that he was going to fix lunch. Blaine never had cum so wonderfully before and he was exhausted when finished. He put his boxers back on and joined Peter in the kitchen. Pete had set out some lunchmeat and bread and the two of them made themselves a sandwich.

"Blaine," Peter said, "where do you live?"

"I live in a small apartment on the other side of town."

"I was just thinking. I have a lot of room here in my condo, way more than I need. Would you like to move in with me?"

"Can I think about it and call you this evening?" Blaine said. "I should get back to the shop."

"Sure, that's fine."

After eating lunch Blaine gathered his things and went back to the repair shop. On the way he thought to himself that it would be great to live with Peter. He had all kinds of thoughts of what the two of them could do, like him being tied up, him sucking Pete's cock almost anytime, and those great legs!

After dinner that night Blaine called Pete and asked him when he could move in and if he would help him move his belongings. "Of course I'll help you. My friend Jack has a pickup truck and I might even be able to get him to help," said Peter.

*****

After the first three months with Blaine living with Peter it was like a dream come true to him. Even his boss Tom at work noticed a big change in his attitude. Blaine always was very good at his job but once he moved in with Peter he was a much happier guy and because of it he received a nice raise in his salary.

Sex had never been so good for the young man who was known as a computer nerd. He often had thoughts and dreams of someday settling down with a beautiful young woman but since meeting Peter that all has changed. His sexual desire is only for Pete's lovely cock and his very smooth legs.

Pete never had to worry about his ancient Tandy breaking down again and Blaine never had to worry again about his source of delicious cum! Blaine remembered what he thought about the man's sexy name and his sexy address when he first met him and knew he hit the gay sex lottery.