Slave to Our Neighbor (01)

Aware: This is a extreme story, involves gay sex, humiliation and more. If you are not into that, please move to another story :) - First chapter is gay only but in the second one, wife gets involved.

It all started the day I was extremely horny, and my wife was out of town. I made the mistake of exploring my submissive side to openly and ended up being blackmailed into submission by my fat neighbor Kevin.

I have been married to Karen for the last 20 years. We have two great kids who are both away getting educated. Last week, Karen decided to visit her parents who lives about 2 hours from us. I was feeling naughty the first night she was away. I have always been submissive, and my fantasy involves humiliation, being degraded, cuckolding and public exposure. But that is something I have never told my wife about. We have lived a very normal sex life in all our time being married. It has been a good 20 years, I have enjoyed it and I am sure, she has too. But at that time, my fantasies kept getting darker and I was seriously thinking about admitting to her my fantasies, not the darkest one, but some of it. But I lacked the courage.

That night I decided to lose control with dice. I set some rules and rolled the dice. The rules got harder as the night got older. I punished myself, I was naked early, walking around with nipple clamps and a mouth gag. At one point I rolled the dice, and my task was to go outside with her panties on and masturbate for five minutes. I was so afraid but so excited as I stood there, with my hard cock in my hand and I nearly came. But back inside, my next task was even harder. I rolled the dice, and the rules said that I needed to cum, in a glass and to drink it 10 minutes later.

I did, but straight after I chickened out. I didn't want to do that. I just went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a big hungover and a knock on my front door. I put some clothes on and went to see who were banging at my door 9 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday! It was my neighbor Kevin.

"Hey neighbor, you got some coffee," he asked as he stormed pass me into the kitchen. I was still at the front door, not sure what was happening. I turned around and told Kevin that I just woke up, no coffee.

"Make some, we need to talk," he said as he sat down at the kitchen table. Kevin was a little older than me, around 55 years old, grey hair, clean shaven but a little heavy. Me and Karen have often talked about him, he was the noisy neighbor, always interfering and making remarks about everything that was going on. He had a beer belly, lived alone after he got divorce around 10 years ago. I didn't like him very much, but I was always polite with him. So that he knocked on my door 9 o'clock on a Saturday morning was strange.

I waited until the coffee was ready before I sat down at the table.

"Nice coffee. I think you need some too, even something stronger," he said as he smiled at me.

"What is going on?" I asked, confused about the situation.

"You had fun last night?"

I immediately turned red. "What do you mean?"

He stood up, walked around in the kitchen and then suddenly, I noticed the glass from last night, with my cum in. I just hoped that he wouldn't notice. "I had fun last night. It was a really educating night for me," he said as he looked around. "Some of the things I saw last night was not something I have ever seen before."

I was so confused. I didn't know what he was talking about. "Kevin, what is going on here?" I asked as I was losing my patience.

He totally ignored my question. "I just bought a new camera. You know that I love taking pictures and recording videos. So, imagine my surprise last night as I was trying out my new toy, that I saw a guy in panties jerking off with nipple clamps and a gag in his mouth."

I was shocked, he had seen me last night, and worse, he had recorded it!

"It was interesting, and I decided to check it out even more. You are a kinky man Robbie," he said and smiled at me.

I tried to remain calm, but my face must have been as red as a tomato.

"It must be quite embarrassing for you knowing the recording that I have of you. I imagine it wouldn't go very well if those videos would find their way to your wife or your coworkers."

It was a threat. He knew that I was a manager in one of the largest companies in our small town. It would ruin my career. It would ruin my marriage.

"What do you want Kevin, I imagine this is a blackmail meeting," I said, trying to sound as sarcastic as I could.

He laughed. "You could say that, or this is a meeting to arrange a deal between two friendly neighbors about this situation that you have gotten yourself into."

"I am confused. A deal, what kind of a deal," I asked, still confused.

"Well, first, I could use a maid around my house. Since my wife left me, the place has been a mess."

I can't afford paying for a maid for you, and I couldn't hide that from Karen."

He shook his head. "For an educated man, you seem to be very slow."

It struck me. He wasn't talking about some lady to clean his place. He was talking about me. I shook my head. "No way Kevin."

He laughed. "I must have misspoken earlier. This isn't negotiation. You either obey my every order or the videos will find a way to everyone you know." He suddenly became serious. "As I noticed when I watched the videos again this morning, is that you seem to enjoy being beaten, being naked, dressing up and doing some degrading things. I imagine your wife doesn't share your kinky urges?"

I looked at the floor and shook my head.

"I thought so. So here is the deal, you will not only be my personal maid, but you will also be my personal slave. You will do anything I tell you to do, no matter what it is. And you will always call me Sir. The only time you do not have to use that word is when we are around your wife. Is that understood?"

I was in a no-win situation, so I nodded my head as I said yes Sir to my neighbor and now, my master. It was scary, not only because I have never been with another person this way, and for sure, never with a man. I considered myself heterosexual, but with bi tendency as a submissive. But I have never gone further than fantasizing about it.

"Good and your name will be either slave or sissy," he said as he walked to the coffee machine, to refill. He then noticed the glass from last night. He took it up. "What do we have here slave," he asked as he lifted the glass. "Tell me."

I stammered. "This is from last night Sir. I came in the glass." I was so ashamed.

"Why did you do that?"

Again, it was hard to answer him. "It was part of a game I was playing Sir."

He told me to explain the game to him.

"I wrote six things down and then I rolled the dice. Whatever number got up; I had to do what it came up on. That is why I was outside in my wife's panties last night Sir."

He told me to get the paper and show him.

When I came back, he had removed my coffee mug and the glass with my old cum in was now on the table. I sat down, and he started reading the list. After he was finished, he looked up smiling. "I don't have the imagination you have, that is for sure. But this gives me so many good ideas."

He sipped on his coffee. "But you didn't finish the tasks yesterday, did you?"

I shook my head in shame, I knew what was coming.

"You better do that." He took out his phone and started recording me as I took the glass up and drank my own cum from yesterday. He laughed at me. The taste was strange, it was cold and thin.

He finished the coffee and asked me when my wife would be back. I told she was expected back on Sunday. "Good, then we have time to play my version of your little game. I am going home now, but I expect you at my house in one hour. How you will come depends on the dice. Here is my first tasks."

He wrote something down and handed it to me.

1. Naked

2. In panties

3. In a sissy maid outfit

4. As you are right now

5. Naked, crawl

6. Panties and bra

I was shocked. How was I going to go to his house. People would see me! "Sir, I can't, and I don't have a sissy maid outfit." As soon as I finished, he slapped me hard. "No, I can't and other negative words like that are no longer part of your language. You will never say that again, is that understood."

I was shocked, didn't expect that. "Yes, yes Sir."

He smiled again. "Good, now get the dice and if the number 3 comes up, then you better hurry finding some outfit."

I was shaking as I came back with the dice. He took it from me. "I bet you want 4 to come up, or maybe not. Maybe you want the most humiliating to come up, you want a sissy outfit, don't you," he mocked me.

He shook the dice and rolled it on the table. Number 2 came up. Oh my God! I was going to his house, only in panties.

He stood up. "See you in an hour slave."

I just sat there, in total shock. What have I got myself into. I didn't believe the situation and the embarrassment that I was in for. After a few minutes my phone rang, Karen was calling me.

"Hey babe, how are things back home."

I couldn't tell her what was going on. "All good baby, how are you?"

We talked for about 30 minutes and when we finally hung up, I was feeling much better. But then I realized I had only about 20 minutes before I was expected at Kevin's home.

The clock was closed to 11 in the morning, and I stood there, in red panties scouting the street, hoping that I could run over to him without anyone seeing me. I was so scared. Finally, I saw a chance and quickly ran over those 50 meters or so until I got to his front door. I swung them open and closed them quickly behind me.

"Who invited you in slave," Kevin asked. I didn't know what to say, just stood there, looking down.

He walked up to me and slapped me. "Next time, knock."

"Yes Sir."

He took his belt off. "On your hand and knees," he ordered. "For every mistake you will be punished. For not knocking you deserve 20 strokes with my belt, don't you?"

Was he waiting for me to accept that?

After a moment, he just started to whip me. It hurts so much, and he wasn't going slowly at it. "And for not answering me you get 10 more, isn't that fair slave."

Now I answered. "Yes Sir."

I was shouting in pain as he whipped my ass. My behind was burning hot when he finally finished the 30 strokes.

"Good boy. Now you can start cleaning. Start in the kitchen, then the living room and you can finish in the bathroom. That should take you about 4-5 hours. I am going in town for a bit, and I want this place spotless when I come back."

I nodded. "Yes Sir."

He pointed at the corner of the room, and I saw camera there. "Just remember, I will be watching, so you better stay as you are and do a good job. I expect everything to be cleaned."

He left and I began to explore his house. It was a 2-bedroom apartment, with a large living room and kitchen and a quite big bathroom with both shower and a bathtub. And Kevin wasn't lying when he said that the place was a mess! I knew I would need all day just to get through this massive task and to be honest, this wasn't my strongest area. With me and my wife, I took care of the garage, our lawn and outside area but Karen took mostly care of everything inside. I helped, of course, but the big tasks were on her to do list. So here I was, with a bucket, a mop and cleaning product ready to attack the mess in my neighbor house, naked except from my wife's red panties.

I started with the kitchen, and it took me over two hours to get through that, but I was strangely proud when I had finished. The place was like nobody had ever cooked a meal in there. The living room took less time, but the bathroom was a difficult task. Cleaning the shower, the bathtub was ok, but the toilet was the most difficult task. I must admit, that is something I haven't done often, and I found myself thinking about my wife and how often she has done that for me during the years. But finally, it was finished. These 3 rooms took me over 5 hours, and I was tired. I sat down in the kitchen with a glass of water, just trying to rest a little bit before my tormentor would come back.

Two minutes later, my phone rang, and it was Kevin.

"Who gave you permission to sit down slave," he asked.

I immediately stood up. "Sorry Sir."

He laughed. "You can relax. Have a beer. I will be home in 30 minutes." He hung up.

I took him up on that. I needed a beer.

I started thinking what were to come. He was nasty, but the kinky ideas that he had now was all from my thoughts, my paper and I knew he would use that. How long would it last? Would he expose me to my wife? How could I keep this a secret? What more would he do to me?

I heard his car pull up. "I am back slave," he said loud as he opened the door. It was close to 5 in the afternoon and as soon as he walked in, with 4 shopping bags he opened a beer and sat down. "Get my shoes and socks off, I am so tired of all the walk today. Give me a foot rub slave."

I wanted to shout at him. I am the tired one! But instead, I kneel at his feet and obeyed his order. He looked around while I was rubbing his big thick feet's. "Not bad slave, I like what I see in here. I think you have done a good job so far, but we still have the bedroom left. We will take them later."

We, he said. I doubt he will help!

I massaged his feet for good 20 minutes while he relaxed with his beer. When it was finished, he told me to get him another one. "Fetch yourself another one too, we need to talk about what we will do tonight."

When I came back, he told me to sit down in the couch while we talk.

"Listen, I have been thinking about tonight. We have a few choices, all of them are quite good, for me at least, not so much for you on the other hand. But it will be fun, and you will be my slave, that is the only thing that is certain."

I didn't know what he had in mind. "What do you mean Sir, few option?"

He took out a note from his pocket. "I wrote down some ideas and I think it would be fun to let the dice decide." He handed me the note:

1. Stay home and slave will service the Master any way he like.

2. Go out to the local pub and have drinks there, with the slave in panties and a bra inside his normal clothes. Will have to serve his Master orally in the toilet.

3. Master will offer 3 of his friends over for a card game. Slave will act as a sissy servant in his maid uniform.

4. Master/slave will take a ride to the city and visit a bdsm club with all the benefit that will be found there.

5. Master/slave will take a ride to the city and visit the glory hole where slave will be servant for at least two hours.

6. Torture night -- slave will be a pain slave for the night, with all the toys Master has just bought will be tried out.

Oh my God. All six possibilities are too much! I didn't know what to say, I wanted to beg, I wanted to plead, but I knew that it wouldn't matter. Kevin had me and no matter how hard it would be, I would have to obey him. "Sir, could you please have more reasonable choices. I can't be outed to your friends, I can't be in a club, or a glory hole. People might recognize me. And you know I don't have a sissy maid uniform Sir." I pleaded.

He drank his beer and didn't answer me. He took out his phone and took a picture of me sitting there in the panties. "You used the word can't slave. In your hand and knees, NOW."

I didn't try to reason with him, I just dropped down, ready to take me punishment.

"I haven't had so much fun shopping like I did today." He opened the bag and inside were nothing but sex toys, whips, spades, ropes, clamps and so much more, that I didn't even recognize! He took the biggest spade and started spanking me hard, 10 times for my use of the word can't. It wasn't as bad as with the belt before, but it stung. I must be careful with the word I would use.

"Are you ready for the next dice game slave?" he asked as he sat back down. He rolled his dice in his hand. I knew it wouldn't matter what I would say. I didn't even know what I wanted to come up, I just knew I didn't want 3 to come up, the best situation of 6 bad ones, would be number 1. That is something I am already doing.

He shook the dice for a long time, looking at me with a big smile on his face. Then he rolled....and number 3 came up. Oh my God.

He laughed out loud. "I was hoping for this number to come up. This will be fun." I was devastated, what am I going to do. Should I just run home and take whatever comes my way. I would be outed anyway when his friends arrive. He saw the terror in my face. He looked at me, put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry slave, you don't know these gentlemen and they don't know who you are. I will tell them that you are a sissy slave from out of town and that you accepted to serve us for the night as a part of the training that you are undergoing."

I nodded; I knew I couldn't get out of this. "But Sir, like I have told you, I don't have a maid uniform."

He stood up and got another bag. Of course, he had bought me one. He threw it at me. "You owe me 50 pounds."

He expected me to pay him to dress like that. Damn, he was enjoying this.

It was a black uniform, short skirt, and black pantyhose to go with it. He took out of another bag a high heel, very high heel! Pink. "I think these are you size sissy."

He told me to go into the bathroom and put the uniform on. It took me a while to get it one, but when I saw myself in the mirror, I looked ridiculous. My cock was hanging down under the skirt, it was so short. And the shoes, it was hard to just stand in them, nevertheless walk.

I came out of the bathroom and of course, Kevin had his phone out and took pictures of me and video as a struggled to walk in my new shoes. He thought it was hilarious. "You must practice sissy; you need to look sexy for my friends."

It was too much; I dropped to my knees and begged him not to go through with this. He just kept recording and tell me that this was my new reality, and I should accept my situation, and try to enjoy as much of it as I could. "Because I know you want to be a submissive, don't fight it. You are craving to be used like that."

He was not all wrong. It was my fantasy, but so far, only in fantasy world. Now that it was going to happen in the real world, I was afraid. But strangely, a little bit curious too.

Kevin unzipped his pants as I laid there on my knees in front of him. "I think it is time to test your oral skills. His cock was thick, much thicker than mine, and as he strokes, he grew massively. I was a little bit impressed; he was a lot bigger than I expected. I knew what to do. I took his cock in my mouth and started to give him a slow blow job. It was the first time I ever had a cock in my mouth, but I was sure it wouldn't be the last time. He groaned as I started to play with his cock. The taste wasn't bad to be honest, but it was a surreal situation. I was dressed as a maid, on my knees, sucking a cock. When I woke up this morning, I wasn't expecting that to be part of my day.

"Hey Rob, how are you," I heard him suddenly say. He was calling his friend, while I was blowing him!

"Listen buddy, I have a special night planned and I was hoping you would join me." Kevin listened for a while and then added. "Yes, card game, some wine, dinner and a special treat, a sissy submissive who will service us." His friends said something, and Kevin replied. "Of course, nothing is off limits with that sissy, for sure."

It was clear that this Rob guy was coming over, and Kevin called two other friends, Chris, and Justin as I was still with his cock in my mouth, he described the night in similar way to them. All three of them agreed to come around 8.

He laid down the phone, grabbed my head and fucked my mouth. It was hard to keep my balance, but I tried to hold on, grabbed his butt cheeks and soon he grunted, and I felt his hot cum in my mouth. He kept going slowly as he emptied his balls in my mouth. "Swallow sissy." I did, I swallowed my second load of the day. After he finished, he cleaned his cock on my face before he walked back into the kitchen and got himself a beer. I was still on my knees and waited.