Chapter 1: The Knock
Alan stood nervously outside Jamie's door - bang on time as always. Jamie has been doing well at University and has started applying for new jobs. Alan, Jamie's friend and client had offered to come over to help Jamie with his CV. Alan also had other things on his mind this evening though.
He had been thinking about Jamie a lot lately, his dominant presence, his confidence, and that subtle way he had of taking control. He had never acted on these feelings before, but tonight, he had decided to test the waters. He was nervous, but the thought of what might happen had him half-hard already.
Jamie opened the door, his tall frame filling the doorway. He was freshly showered, his dark hair still damp, and a towel slung low around his hips. Alan's eyes lingered on the V-shaped muscles that disappeared beneath the soft fabric.
Jamie smirked, knowing the effect he had on people, but especially on Alan. He stepped aside, letting Alan enter. "Thanks for coming over, Al. You're a lifesaver." Jamie closed the door behind them, the click echoing through the apartment.
Alan's gaze swept over the living room, taking in the trophies, the photos, and the worn-in furniture. He could feel Jamie's presence behind him, strong and commanding. He turned around, his heart pounding in his chest.
Jamie ordered Alan to sit down and wait, while Jamie wondered off to get dressed.
Alan sat on the leather recliner, his eyes wandering over the room, trying to distract himself from the anticipation building inside him. He heard Jamie rustling around in the bedroom, then the sound of a drawer opening and closing. He imagined Jamie's muscular body, naked and glistening with sweat, and his cock twitched in his pants.
Jamie returned, now wearing a pair of shorts and a tight t-shirt. It was of course all about the tease - showing just enough to make Alan's imagination run wild. He handed Alan a beer and then settled into the armchair, stretching out his long legs and taking a swig of his own drink. "So, Al, what's been going on with you? Anything exciting happening in your life?"
Alan took a deep breath, deciding to dive right in. "Well, I've been thinking about some... new hobbies. Or rather, exploring some existing interests in a different way." He looked at Jamie, trying to gauge his reaction.
Jamie raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah?
And what kind of hobbies are we talking about here?" Jamie asked, his voice casual, but his eyes sharp and focused on Alan. He leaned back in his chair, his arms spread wide across the backrest, a picture of relaxed dominance.
Alan took another sip of his beer, buying himself some time. "Well, you know how I've always admired your... confidence. Your control." He paused, looking down at his hands, then back up at Jamie. "I was thinking maybe... maybe you could help me explore that. In a more...
hands-on way," Alan finished, his voice barely above a whisper. He held his breath, waiting for Jamie's reaction. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he forced himself to maintain eye contact.
Jamie's gaze intensified, his eyes darkening with interest. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. "Hands-on, huh?" His voice was low, a rumble that sent shivers down Alan's spine. "And what exactly did you have in mind, Al?"
Alan swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "I... I was thinking about financial domination.
You know, like, maybe I could serve you, help you with your career, whatever you need. And in return, you could... take control. Make me do things. Teach me." Alan's voice was barely above a whisper, but the words hung heavy in the air between them.
Jamie's eyes gleamed with interest, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Teach you, huh? And what makes you think I'd be interested in that, Al?" He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Alan's face.
"Let's get one thing straight, Al. If we this - we're all in. If you're offering to submit to me, to let me guide you, to teach you... there is no return." He paused, letting the words sink in.
Alan nodded, his throat tight. "Yes I know."
Jamie's smile widened, a hint of predatory hunger in his eyes. "Good.
Because, Al, I'm not one for half-measures. If you're offering yourself to me, I'm going to take you. All of you." Jamie's voice was a low growl, his eyes burning into Alan's. He pushed himself out of the armchair, stalking towards Alan like a predator cornering its prey. Alan's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel the heat radiating off Jamie's body as he stopped in front of him, towering over him.
"Stand up, Al," Jamie ordered, his voice firm.
Alan scrambled to his feet, his legs unsteady. Jamie grabbed the hem of Alan's shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. Alan's breath hitched as Jamie's calloused hands skimmed over his bare chest, rough and demanding. Jamie's gaze roamed over Alan's body, a slow, hungry perusal that made Alan's skin flush with heat.
"Take off your pants," Jamie commanded, his voice barely above a whisper. Alan quickly complied, kicking off his shoes and pushing his pants and boxers down in one go. He stood naked before Jamie, his cock already hard and aching.
Jamie walked around him, inspecting him like a piece of meat. He grabbed a handful of Alan's hair, tilting his head back roughly. "You're pathetic, Al. Standing here, hard as fuck, just because I told you to." He spat in Alan's face, the warm, wet saliva sliding down his cheek. "Clean it up," Jamie growled, releasing Alan's hair.
Alan quickly complied, lowering himself to his knees, his eyes cast downwards. He could feel the hardwood floor pressing into his skin, grounding him as he waited for Jamie's next command. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and nerves coursing through him. He could feel Jamie's presence looming over him, the heat of his body radiating downwards.
Jamie lunged, snatching a fistful of Alan's hair and yanking his head back with brutal force. Alan yelped, his eyes wide and meeting Jamie's furious glare. "Look at me, Al," Jamie growled, his voice gravelly. "I want to see your eyes when I speak to you." Alan flinched, his eyes fixed on Jamie's, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Or Jamie seized Alan's hair, yanking his head back with a vicious tug. Alan cried out, his eyes meeting Jamie's blazing eyes. "Look at me, Al," Jamie snarled, his voice cold and hard.
Alan's eyes darted up to meet Jamie's, his breath hitching in his throat. Suddenly, Jamie released Alan's hair and took a step back. Alan watched, confused and slightly disoriented, as Jamie unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. Without warning, Jamie began to piss, the hot, yellow stream arcing through the air and splattering onto the hardwood floor between Alan's knees. Alan's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open in disbelief. Before he could react, Jamie grabbed a handful of his hair again, tugging his head down towards the puddle of urine.
"Lick it up, Al," Jamie ordered, his voice harsh. "Clean up my mess." Alan hesitated for a moment, his stomach churning at the thought. But one look at Jamie's fierce expression, and he knew better than to disobey.
With a grimace, Alan lowered his face to the floor, his tongue snaking out to tentatively lick at the puddle. The taste was salty and bitter, making him gag, but he forced himself to continue, lapping at the floor like a dog. Jamie watched, his cock still in his hand, stroking it slowly as he enjoyed the sight of Alan debasing himself. "Come on, Al," he taunted, "you can do better than that. Show me how much you want to please me." Alan redoubled his efforts, his tongue working faster, his desperation growing. He could feel the urine coat his tongue, slide down his throat, and he fought the urge to retch. Just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, Jamie suddenly grabbed him by the hair, tugging him up and away from the floor. "Enough," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Gingerly, Alan lowered his face to the floor, his tongue tentatively flicking out to taste the salty, bitter liquid. He gagged, his stomach heaving, but he forced himself to continue, lapping at the floor like a dog. Jamie watched him, his expression unreadable, his cock still in his hand, half-hard and glistening with precum.
"Good boy," Jamie murmured, his voice softer now, almost approving. He let go of Alan's hair, allowing him to sit back on his heels, gasping for breath. "Now, stand up and face the wall.
You're going to clean up," Jamie commanded, his voice still gruff but less menacing. Alan obeyed, feeling humiliated but oddly excited. He stood there, his back to Jamie, his hands trembling as he wiped the floor clean. Jamie walked up behind him, grabbing a handful of Alan's hair once more. "Don't move. We're going out," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Alan's heart raced as Jamie led him to the bathroom to clean up. He glanced at himself in the mirror, his face flushed and eyes wide with fear and anticipation. He felt vulnerable, yet somehow exhilarated. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he found himself craving more.
Jamie leads alan to the ATM. Demands Alan pay him £500.
Alan hesitates, fidgeting nervously. "I don't know if I have that much cash on me," Alan stuttered.
Jamie stands close behind Alan, his body heat radiating through their clothes. He grips Alan's shoulders firmly, turning him to face him, his eyes cold and demanding. "You asked for this," he growls. " handed you a pass to submission. Now, I expect you to pay up." He grabs hold of Alan's tablet and scrolls through his bank balance, watching as Alan gulps in fear.
"Five hundred pounds seems a fair price for a taste, doesn't it?" Jamie asks, his voice dripping with malice. "Your body was countless times more expensive in the gym every week, but now it's mine for a few hours."
"Please, Jamie. I don't have that much money. I can give you something else, I promise," Alan pleads, his voice wavering. He's backed up against the wall, with Jamie tucked tightly behind him, his hard cock pushing against Alan's ass.
Jamie's stubble scratches against his cheek as he whispers in Alan's ear, "Five hundred pounds seems like a fair price for a taste, doesn't it? Your body was countless times more expensive in the gym every week, but now it's mine for a few hours."
Alan shivers at the thought, but he knows he can't back down now. He stammers, "P-please, Jamie.
Jamie grabs Alan’s bank card from him and swipes it through the ATM, taking out the maximum allowed limit. £500.
“You’ll pay me back for this,” Jamie growls as he pockets the cash. “Now, go to the car.”
Alan complies, and they drive to a nearby hotel where Jamie books a room for the night.
Jamie grabs Alan’s chin, yanking his head back roughly. “You’re mine tonight,” he growls.
Alan nods, swallowing down the ball of anxiety in his throat, his stomach twisting with anticipation. Jamie’s aggressive energy is palpable even through the door as he moved towards him. The sound of the key turning in the lock sends a wave of adrenaline rushing through Alan’s veins.
Jamie enters the dark room, the soft glow from the lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Alan can only make out his figure, silhouetted against the window by the moonlight pouring in.
Slowly, Jamie approaches him, his movements deliberate, full of calculated power. His dominance takes over the room, shrinking everything else into insignificance. Every step draws him closer to Alan, who stands there, trembling, unsure whether to run or give in.
Suddenly, Jamie's palms are against the wall on either side of Alan's head. He leans in, bringing their faces mere inches apart. "If you want me to stop, say it now," he demands, a hint of danger shadowing his features.
Alan musters some words “No, Sir. Don’t stop. In fact. I think you have more to prove. You’re too soft, maybe a bit of a pussy” Alan can’t believe he’s goaded Jamie. A twisted smile curves across Jamie's lips, a provocative challenge lightening his eyes.
Alan feigns indignation, but his gaze drops to the bulge in Jamie's gym shorts, the consequences of his words already apparent. Jamie's hardness, paired with the dominance he exudes, is overwhelming. He tilts his head upwards to meet Jamie's eyes, whispering, "I didn't say I didn't want one.”
Jamie’s eyes narrow, a predatory smile reaching his lips.
Jamie moves his hand to cover Alan’s face. He grips Alan’s face, hard. Jamie forced Alan to his knees. He looked down at him, his eyes glinting with desire and dominance.
Jamie forces Alan’s mouth open. “Faggot’s serve real men. And welcome all gifts. Beg for my golden piss Alan.” Jamie’s grip tightens, his fingers biting into Alan’s cheekbones, forcing his mouth open wider. “Do you want my piss, faggot?”
Alan nods, his eyes watering from the pressure, and Jamie chuckles darkly. “Good boy. Beg for it like the thirsty little bitch you are.”
“Please, Sir. I want your piss. Let me drink from your golden tap." Alan chokes out the words, unable to bear the humiliation for long.
Jamie smirks and releases his hold on Alan's face.
"Begging already? I thought you had more fight in you than that, Alan."
Alan looks up at Jamie with pleading eyes, his lips quivering as he speaks. Let me taste you. Let me feel your power and domination in this way too."
Jamie's eyes darken as he looks down at Alan, but he doesn't respond right away. He pulls out his hard cock from his gym shorts and strokes it slowly. "You want this?" he asks.
"Yes, Sir.”
“You know it’s an honour to be marked by me? To become my property?” Jamie hisses. “And you’ll only get it if you prove to me that you’re worthy. Beg.”
Alan’s heart pounds in his chest. He knows what this request means – submitting to a man who outweighs him, who excels at everything he does. He swallows hard and tries to push the fear down.
“Please, Jamie,” Alan whimpers. “Fill my mouth with your piss. Mark me. Claim me”
Jamie grins, his eyes alighting on the desperation in Alan’s face.
He moves closer to him, his cock brushing against the begging lips that are now trembling in anticipation.
"I'm not going to tell you twice" he growls, his grip on Alan's hair tightening. "Beg for it like the dirty, thirsty whore you are"
"Jamie, please," Alan blurts out, tears streaming down his face from the onslaught of Jamie's verbal dominance. "I'll do anything. Anything you want.
Just piss in my mouth. Let me feel your power, your control." Alan's voice shook, his desperation palpable. He looked up at Jamie, his eyes full of tears and pleading.
Jamie stared down at him, taking in his submissive posture, his vulnerability, and his offering. His cock throbbed in response, precum already beading at the tip. With a low growl, he release Alan's hair, fisting his own hand in the damp strands while he positioned himself above Alan's open mouth.
“Good faggot. Open wide” Jamie snarled, his throbbing cock hovering just inches from Alan’s open lips. The lobby was empty, the hotel guests settling down for the night, but Jamie was far from gentleness. He craved the taste of power and control, and Alan was willing to let him have it.
Alan obeyed, his mouth eagerly opening as Jamie’s purple head thrust against his lips. The scent of the hotel room, mixed with Jamie’s body odor, filled Alan’s nostrils, heightening his senses.
Jamie leaned back. Took aim at Alan’s face. A dark smirk came over him. Forcing out his piss, he allowed it to decorate Alan's face, marking him. Jamie watched as his golden liquid dripped from Alan's cheekbones and chin. Long golden pungent stream. Alan wince and instinctively closed his mouth. Jamie gave Alan a swift slap and commanded
, "Open wider, whore! You'll obey." Jamie's eyes locked onto Alan's, the corner of his mouth curling into a sneer. "Or else," he growled, threateningly.
Alan obeyed, his grip tightened on his knees as he forced his mouth open wide and welcomed the flow of Jamie's hot piss.
It tasted bitter and salty, just like the man himself, but Alan drank it down greedily, hoping to please him and prove his worthiness. Jamie's cock pulsed with pleasure as he emptied his bladder into Alan's mouth, his gaze fixed on the sight of Alan's submission.
Alan resigns to his fate. He’s no match for Jamie. Alan’s mouth fills with Jamie’s piss. It’s coming faster than he can swallow , and his cheeks bulge in unattractive distortion. He struggles to keep up, but the bitter taste of Jamie’s warm piss makes him gag. A shiver runs down Jamie’s spine as he watches Alan struggle to keep up, the drops running down his chin and neck. He grabs Alan’s jaw, forcing him to open wider, and releases another squirt into his mouth.
"There you go, slut," Jamie growls, his eyes intense. Alan moans around the formation in his mouth, a mixture of disgust and satisfaction washing over him.
He hadn't expected anything like this, but the dominance in Jamie's eyes, the way he controlled him with just a glance, it was intoxicating. And as awful as the taste of Jamie's piss was, the humiliation was exhilarating.
Jamie lets out a growl, his hips twitching as he watches Alan struggling to keep up with the assault in his mouth. His cock, still hard and throbbing, juts out from his gym shorts. He grabs hold of it, stroking slowly, relishing the feel of his own flesh in his hand.
Stop getting distracted Jamie growls , grabbing a fistful of Alan's hair and jerking his head back. Jamie's gaze shifts between Alan's terrified expression and his own throbbing cock. He grins, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Suck it, Al," Jamie commands.
"Please, Jamie," Alan whispers, his breath hitching as he feels Jamie's cock against his lips. "I don't know if I can do this."
Jamie's grip tightens in Alan's hair, tugging his head back further.
"You can do it, whore. And you will," Jamie growls, his voice thick with lust.
Alan's heart races, and his cock twitches as he opens his mouth wider to receive Jamie's invitation. He sucks in a deep breath, allowing Jamie's musky scent to fill his nostrils—hot, heavy, and dominant.
Jamie slides his cock into Alan's wet, warm mouth, groaning as the slick walls caress him. It feels wrong but right.
Jamie’s cock, thick, warm and flaccid rests in Alan’s mouth. Only flaccid it’s already a challenge. The warmth of Alan's mouth around his cock and the soft sounds of pleasure coming from him force Jamie's cock to lengthen and harden. Jamie groans as he pushes further into Alan's waiting mouth, tasting the residual piss on his tongue.
As Jamie starts to fuck Alan's mouth, a new level of degradation unfolds. Spit drips from Alan's lips, mingling with remnants of piss and the sight is filthy, despicable and scorching hot for Jamie.
He grabs the back of Alan's head, forcing his nose into the mess he's created, making him breathe in.
"Smell that, dirty f*cker. Smell my piss and feel yourself fall to your knees for me. You owe me now - you're mine."
Without warning, Jamie reaches down and slaps Alan across the face, this time with more venom than the first. Alan's eyes water from the sting and his face goes red.
Jamie's grip tightens in Alan's hair, pulling him further onto his cock. Alan gags and chokes as Jamie's shaft hits the back of his throat. Jamie thrusts harder, not holding back.
"You're mine now," Jamie hisses, his voice low and full of desire. "Say it."
Alan's mind reels, but he manages to breathe out, "I'm yours, Jamie."
Jamie's cock twitches against Alan's tongue, and he groans in pleasure.
“Tell me what you are, Alan. Tell me!” Jamie snarled again, yanking Alan's hair for emphasis.
"I’m a faggot, a bitch, a slut, a walking ATM” Alan blurted out desperately, confusion washing over him. "I belong to you Jamie. Do whatever you want with me. I'm at your mercy."
Jamie pulls Alan balls deep. Hold him there. Alan can still taste the piss, can’t breath and is completely at Jamie’s mercy. Grunts and whimpers escape his throat as Jamie fucks Alan’s skull. It belongs to him after all.
Alan can’t breathe. Jamie doesn’t care. He keeps Alan there, feeling Alan squirm against him in protest. Jamie can feel Alan gagging, struggling to breathe around him. Yet the sight of his face, turning a deeper shade of red, and the sound of the faintest whimpers escaping him only fuel Jamie's aggression, Jamie lets go to the power and raw animal inside him. The dominance he'd always held back rears its ugly head as he grips the back of Alan's neck, letting his fingers dig into the delicate skin and muscle, knowing it'll leave marks. Despite the pain Alan might feel, his whimpers turn into deep-seated moans, the sort of moans that reveal his hunger – his need – for Jamie to take him harder, deeper.
Jamie's cock responds to the sounds Alan makes. He can feel the tension spread from his balls to the base of his spine.
He's moments away from cumming, and he wants to release his energy in Alan. He thrusts harder, eyes locked on Alan's agonized face. Alan moans in response, like a choked cry as Jamie's cock pushes deeper into his throat.
"Fuck," Jamie hisses, leaning over Alan, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back even further. Alan's neck stretches, eyes watering from the pain, but he doesn't resist.
He's fully submitted, his pleasure now intertwined with Jamie's as the tension in his cock intensifies. Jamie's movements become erratic, their bodies slammed together in a dance of dominance and submission.
With a roar, Jamie thrusts deep inside Alan's throat one last time as his cock erupts, filling the space with jet after jet of scalding hot cum. Alan's mind swirls with raw pleasure as he tries to swallow every drop, eager to show his devotion to Jamie.
His lips stretched obscenely over Jamie's girth, his cheeks hollowed as he desperately tries to please. The taste is overwhelmingly masculine, musky and slightly bitter, but he can't get enough. Alan moans softly, his fingernails digging into his own thighs.
Jamie pulls out of Alan's mouth with a final wet pop. His cock, still sticky with saliva and traces of piss, throbs against his abs. "Clean me up." He grunts, his fingers still twisted in Alan's hair.
"Open your mouth and clean me up, whore."
Alan obeys without hesitation. He licks the remaining traces of his own spit and Jamie's cum from Jamie's shaft, cleaning the tip meticulously before swallowing it all down. The taste of dominance fills his mouth, mingling with the bitter residue of the piss.
Jamie pulls away from Alan, and see Alan’s cock is hard. Jamie; always malevolent always wanting to see fear in the eyes of his prey is disgusted by Alan’s erection. A furious scowl transforms his features as he slaps Alan's face again, the sting of it causing Alan's eye to water.
"You like that, faggot?" Jamie spits. "You enjoying being treated like a fucking whore? I knew you would."
Alan's heart hammers in his chest as he whimpers, nodding in frightened agreement. He can feel tears streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the remnants of cum and his own saliva.
Alan's throat is raw, his jaw aches. His cock is hard.
“You wanna come, faggot?” Jamie scowls
Jamie is always the kick boxer. Even with Alan on his knees in this state.
Submissive and defeated, Jamie couldn’t resist the urge to push him even further. His eyes roamed over Alan, taking in the beaten expression on his face, the flushed skin, and the angry red marks from Jamie's grip around his neck. He sneered, reaching down to tweak Alan's nipples through his shirt.
"You perverted fuck. Did you enjoy that?" Jamie snarled, watching with satisfaction as Alan recoiled at the ferocity of his voice. "Look at you, so pitiful and weak. Slutty whore cashbois pay for their erections”. Jamie scoffs, his voice filled with contempt. But before Alan can react, Jamie’s cruel gaze shifts to his erect cock, the angry red from his rough handling already darkening.
“Faggot, you’re even more desperate than I thought if you come from being humiliated like that”.
Jamie tightens his grip on Alan's hair and wrenches it back, forcing him to bend at the waist.
“You wanna use that cock of yours to cum?” Jamie kicks it at the same time and laughs as Alan winces in pain. Jamie loves to tease his victim. “Well cashboi? What’s it to be?” Jamie goes to kick Alan in the crotch again but stops just short causing Alan to flench and Jamie to laugh at him.
Jamie has a malevolent smirk on his face while he waits on Alan’s reply.