Breaing in the Dom

Content warning: non-consensual

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Chapter 1

Richard Carter was the type of man who knew exactly what he wanted--and more importantly, knew how to get it. Mid-30s, tall, toned, and strikingly handsome, he exuded a confident charm that was just a little too polished, a little too practiced. He was successful in finance, his lifestyle reflecting his wealth: a sleek apartment, personal gym, and an impressive wine cellar, all carefully curated to impress.

Richard had always seen himself as the ultimate dom, always in control, always setting the pace. His reputation preceded him--wild weekends, discreet club encounters, and countless hookups with young men who'd needed his firm hand. They invariably left dazed, asses spanked red and fucked sore, wrists slightly bruised from being pinned, bodies marked with love bites. That was how he ran things - no compromises.

Richard rarely encountered resistance; he was used to getting his way. Many had tried to challenge him, tame him even, but none had succeeded.

His Grindr profile was blunt, designed to attract precisely the kind of men he preferred: younger, eager, willing to be guided. So when his phone buzzed one day softly with a new Grindr notification, Richard glanced down casually, expecting nothing out of the ordinary.

The profile that appeared caught his attention--Nate. Young, cute, and obviously new to the scene, Nate's Grindr profile was subtly intriguing: "College junior exploring new experiences. Shy and eager to learn, especially from older, confident men. I love meeting guys who take charge and think they have all the answers--maybe you can show me if you're one of them?"

Richard smirked, rereading the text with growing interest. Nate looked exactly like the type he'd enjoy guiding into submission. With a confident flick of his thumb, Richard swiped right.

It seemed he'd found his next conquest.

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Chapter 2

Richard sprawled confidently on his couch, sweat still drying from his evening workout. He was feeling particularly pleased with himself tonight--the pump at the gym had been fantastic, and he'd caught more than one admiring glance in the mirrors. Casually, he flicked open Grindr, spotting a notification from Nate. His lips curved into a cocky smirk.

> Hey Nate. Saw that cute shy-boy act on your profile--fucking adorable. Bet you'd blush even harder in person. What's up tonight?

He waited, sipping his drink slowly, imagining Nate squirming shyly on the other end. The screen lit up softly:

> nothing much :3 just chillin in my room. you?

Richard chuckled, thumbs moving lazily over his keyboard.

> Just wrapped up at the gym. Sweaty, pumped, looking good enough to make you blush twice as hard. Wanna see? ;)

Barely a minute passed before Nate's reply came through.

> y-yeah...

Richard grinned smugly, rising and striding toward the large mirror in his home gym. He positioned himself carefully--shirtless, muscles perfectly sculpted under a sheen of sweat, gym shorts riding enticingly low. He took the picture and sent it.

> Cute. Knew you'd want to see. You shy boys always like the view. See something you like, Nate?

> ahh... wow. you're so cool... so sexy.

Richard felt a flush of satisfaction at Nate's innocent praise. The younger man's shy enthusiasm was intoxicating.

Richard: Ha, fuck yeah I am. Good boy for noticing. Bet you'd be even cuter in person, squirming and blushing for me. Wanna find out?

A pause, longer than usual. Richard pictured Nate biting his lip, flustered, heart racing.

> *breathes out shyly* y-yeah. b-but, um... it's a school night. I have to do work >_<

Richard laughed softly, amused and charmed by the younger man's innocence.

> Aww, that's cute. A studious little thing, huh? Fine. But tomorrow night you're mine. No excuses. Deal?

Nate's reply was immediate, adorably eager and submissive.

> *looks up at you shyly* o-okay daddy... if you want...

Richard inhaled sharply, a rush of excitement curling in his stomach. Nate was adorable--sweet, innocent, perfect prey.

> Fuck, Nate. You're gonna be trouble, aren't you? Good thing I know exactly how to handle cute little brats like you. Be ready for me tomorrow, kid. Daddy's gonna teach you some new things.

He set the phone down, smiling smugly. Tomorrow would be fun.

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Chapter 3

Richard leaned casually against the bar, swirling a whiskey on the rocks in one hand, the other resting lazily against the polished wooden edge. His eyes moved leisurely across the crowded dance floor, settling appreciatively on the slim, writhing bodies under the pulsing lights. Tight jeans hugged firm asses, lithe torsos moved enticingly, and young, flushed faces glanced eagerly in his direction. Normally, he'd have no trouble strolling out and picking one of these pretty boys to spend the evening with--someone young, eager, easy.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Richard had something far more deliciously promising lined up--someone who had intrigued him, hooked his interest deeper than any random hookup could.

He took another sip of his whiskey, savoring the pleasant burn, eyes flicking toward the entrance. A slow, cocky smile spread across his lips as the door opened, revealing exactly who he'd been waiting for: Nate.

Richard set off at a confident, effortless stride, the crowd parting silently before him. Nate had been looking the wrong way - he seemed to start as Richard materialized in front of him, giving a soft yelp.

Richard smiled smugly, thoroughly amused, feeling his blood pressure rise in just the right way. He stood confidently, taking up Nate's field of vision, savoring the wide-eyed shock and adorable embarrassment coloring the younger man's cheeks.

"Easy there," he drawled smoothly, in a baritone purr that could have made pussies leak. "Didn't mean to scare you, kid. I gotta say, you're pretty fucking cute though."

He leaned in slightly, closing the gap just enough to feel Nate's quickened breathing, his eyes glittering with playful dominance.

"Glad you made it. I was starting to think you'd chickened out."

"Um. Hi." Nate said, fidgeting slightly. "Wow... You look even better than your photos." Nate's gaze flicked briefly down Richard's torso before snapping back up. Richard tilted his head slightly, a cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched the younger man blush.

"Thanks, kid," he murmured softly, voice laced with confident amusement. "You're pretty cute yourself. Love the shy thing you've got going--bet it gets you a lot of attention."

He leaned slightly closer, enough to invade Nate's personal space, but not enough to touch--letting his presence alone tease Nate's senses.

"But tonight," he continued smoothly, eyes locked on Nate's, "you've got mine. Lucky you."

Nate blushed faintly, looking away briefly, before his large blue eyes found Richard's once more. "Y-you're really confident", he said softly. "It's so cool..."

Richard felt a pleasant warmth slide smoothly through him, Nate's shy praise melting something inside his chest. He tilted his head slightly, absorbing the younger man's soft blush, relishing how easily Nate seemed to succumb to his presence. *So innocent,* he thought with amusement. *So eager.*

"Confidence is key," Richard murmured gently, his voice rich and low. Eyes wide, Noah nodded solemnly. "Confidence... mm. I-I'll remember that."

Richard smirked. "Stick around me, Nate--I'll show you how it's done." He reached out casually, letting his fingers brush lightly over Nate's shoulder, savoring the subtle tremor he felt beneath his touch. He leaned even closer, voice dropping to an intimate whisper.

"Besides, you're pretty cool yourself, kid. You just don't know it yet."

Nate's cheeks flushed deeply at Richard's touch, his breath hitching softly as his gaze darted nervously to the side before returning, almost magnetically, to Richard's steady stare. "You...really think so?" he asked quietly, voice wavering with sweet uncertainty.

Richard chuckled, charmed by Nate's genuine innocence. "Definitely. You've got potential." He let his fingertips trail down Nate's arm, gently guiding him toward a quieter corner of the bar.

"I think you just need someone to help you unlock it."

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Richard carefully watched as Nate took another tentative sip of his cocktail, noting with satisfaction the soft pink flush now permanently staining Nate's cheeks. As he set the drink down, his hand carelessly knocked over the empty glass beside it. "Oops", Nate giggled. "Silly me."

The younger man had begun to relax, his shy glances becoming longer, more openly admiring. The alcohol seemed to have taken the edge off his anxiety, and loosened his tongue to boot - revealing a bubbly, fresh-faced personality that set Richard's blood racing.

"Feeling good, Nate?" Richard asked softly, smiling indulgently as he gently placed a hand on the small of Nate's back, guiding him subtly closer.

Nate nodded shyly, looking up at Richard through his lashes. "Y-yeah. Really good," he said breathlessly, voice faintly blurred by alcohol and excitement. "I, um... I'm glad we met."

Richard's smile widened, a surge of satisfaction rippling through him. "Me too, kid." He leaned in, murmuring smoothly into Nate's ear, "But I think we'd both feel even better somewhere more private. Ready to get out of here?"

He didn't need to wait for Nate's breathless nod before he began to steer them towards the exit.

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Chapter 4

Richard unlocked the front door, confidently ushering Nate inside with a gentle hand on the younger man's waist. He enjoyed Nate's quiet gasp of admiration as he took in the sleek, modern decor--the soft lighting reflecting elegantly off polished surfaces.

"Welcome to my place," Richard murmured smoothly, gently helping Nate out of his jacket and letting his hand linger a moment longer than necessary. "Make yourself comfortable."

Nate's wide blue eyes darted around the room, clearly awed, before shyly settling back on Richard. "Wow," he breathed softly, cheeks still warmly flushed from earlier. "Your place is... really cool."

Richard smiled warmly, Nate's innocent awe sending a pleasant pulse through his chest. "Glad you think so," he replied, voice subtly teasing. "Maybe I'll give you the full tour--if you're good."

He enjoyed Nate's soft, flustered giggle as they walked further inside.

Richard guided Nate gently from room to room, deliberately taking his time to savor each quiet gasp and shy glance of admiration.

He started by leading Nathan through the expansive living room, casually pointing out a few of his favorite pieces of art, pleased by the shy admiration visible on Nathan's face.

"You have all this... just for yourself?" Nate murmured, voice quiet with awe. "So cool..."

Richard felt warmth blossom within him, savoring the younger man's naked appreciation. Grinning, he shrugged lightly, feigning modesty. "I like nice things. And I know exactly how to enjoy them."

Next, he led Nate around the back of his house. He took pride in the younger man's wide-eyed reaction to his sleek home gym--letting his fingertips brush teasingly along Nate's shoulders as they stood in the softly lit room.

"Bet you'd look cute on that bench," Richard drawled smoothly, voice low and suggestive. Nate flushed even deeper, biting his lip shyly.

Lastly, he led Nate downstairs to his carefully stocked wine cellar, the cooler air making Nate shiver slightly. Richard wrapped an arm protectively around the younger man, smiling smugly as Nate nestled instinctively closer.

"You like wine?" Richard asked, noticing Nathan's eyes lighting up.

"Yeah... I mean, I haven't really tried anything fancy," Nathan admitted sheepishly.

Richard chuckled softly, gently squeezing Nathan's shoulder. "We'll have to fix that soon, then. Not right now though. You're already close enough to being drunk by my estimation."

"Instead..." He tilted Nate's chin gently upward, meeting his gaze directly. "...want to taste something special?"

Nate's blush darkened further, eyes wide and eager. "Y-yes please," he stammered sweetly, clearly overwhelmed yet eager for more.

Richard chuckled warmly, feeling his blood rise with anticipation. "Then let's head upstairs," he purred softly, guiding Nate toward the staircase, anticipation thrumming pleasantly beneath his skin.

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Chapter 5

Richard eased himself onto the edge of his neatly made bed, a confident smile lingering on his lips as he watched Nate step hesitantly into the softly lit bedroom. The younger man's eyes widened nervously, taking in the luxurious surroundings before inevitably returning to Richard's lean, muscled frame waiting patiently before him.

Richard had made the first move, carelessly ripping off his shirt and pants, his discarded clothing lying in a heap by the door. Now, clad only in his underwear, he felt a quiet thrill as Nate blushed deeply, eyes openly appreciative. He knew exactly the effect he was having--he'd seen it dozens of times before--and it always made him feel powerful, in control.

"Um... Wow," Nate breathed shyly, gaze lingering on Richard's defined shoulders, sliding down the firm curves of his biceps and chest, drifting further down to his sculpted abs and thighs. "You're, like... a supermodel. It's so cool... "

Richard's chest swelled warmly with pride, and he instinctively flexed his arms slightly, enjoying how Nate's wide-eyed gaze shifted slightly to follow him. He found himself relaxing comfortably, his usual cocky confidence surging.

"Glad you approve," Richard drawled smoothly, his voice thick with gentle teasing. He stretched back a bit more deliberately, torso subtly tensing to showcase his body in the flattering soft glow of the room. Nate was so clearly in awe--it was charming. Richard chuckled inwardly; he had Nate exactly where he wanted him.

"You can come closer, you know," Richard invited, his voice a warm purr, authoritative yet indulgent. "I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."

Nate blushed even deeper but obediently shuffled forward, his fingers reaching out hesitantly. Richard felt another subtle surge of satisfaction--slowly breaking in shy, inexperienced boys like Nate was one of his favorite pleasures.

Nate's fingertips finally touched him, trailing softly along his chest, tentative yet reverent, gently testing the firmness of his prominent pecs. Richard exhaled slowly, flexing his chest slightly, eyes drifting closed as he relished the gentle caress.

"You feel... really good, Mr. Carter," Nate murmured shyly, fingers carefully tracing down the firm expanse of Richard's torso. "So warm and strong... So cool..."

Richard sighed softly, pleased with himself, a warmth blossoming in his chest. Everything was going exactly according to plan. He opened his eyes again, offering Nate an indulgent smile.

Richard watched Nate's flushed face, noting the cross-eyed yet eager look in the younger man's wide eyes as he tried to look everywhere at once. He suppressed a chuckle--poor kid was clearly overwhelmed, practically trembling with excitement and nervousness.

He gently placed a reassuring hand on Nate's arm, voice softening with unexpected kindness. "Hey, it's alright. We can take it slow," Richard murmured gently, guiding Nate's fingers across his chest again, slower this time, more deliberate. "Take your time, Nate. I'm all yours tonight."

As he spoke, Richard felt a brief twinge of surprise--this gentle, patient approach wasn't normally his style. He was more of the "rip their clothes off them" kind of lover.

Yet, he reasoned, a prize like Nate deserved to be savored. The time he spent waiting, he decided, would be well worth it in the end.

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Encouraged by Richard's gentle reassurance, Nate gradually grew bolder, his touches becoming firmer and more confident. Richard watched, amused and charmed by Nate's eagerness, feeling quietly pleased with how quickly the younger man was adapting.

When Nate's hesitant hands slid down to explore Richard's hips, fingers cautiously lingering on the curve of his firm ass, Richard chuckled softly, eyes glinting with indulgent amusement.

"You like that, huh?" he teased gently, shifting his position to rise onto his knees. He turned slightly, presenting Nate with an enticing view and easier access. "Go ahead, Nate. You don't have to be shy with me."

Nate blushed furiously but didn't retreat. Instead, he seemed spurred by Richard's playful permission, his hands squeezing and exploring the muscular curves of Richard's ass and thighs with growing enthusiasm. Boldly, his fingers traced the swell of Richard's butt, groping both globes lewdly, before moving to his bulging quadricep, massaging it firmly. Richard exhaled softly, pleasantly surprised by how genuinely enjoyable Nate's innocent exploration felt

"It's so cool that you're letting me fondle you however I want..."

He smirked faintly, amused at both Nate's gushing, as well as how much he was choosing to indulge Nate's shy curiosity. It felt oddly satisfying, giving Nate this kind of gentle encouragement.

He arched his back slightly, pressing his ass and thighs more firmly into Nate's enthusiastic hands. Moments later he felt Nate's lips press cautiously to his throat, laying tender kisses, slowly growing hungrier, trailing down to suckle on his pecs.

"That's right," Richard panted warmly, voice low and inviting. "Take your time and enjoy."

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Chapter 6

Richard inhaled softly as Nate's fingertips moved hesitantly upward once more, gently tracing the lines of his chest before pausing at his firm, pebbled nipples. Nate glanced up nervously, clearly seeking reassurance.

Richard offered an encouraging smile, voice warm and teasing. "Go ahead, Nate. I like that."

"Cool," Nate murmured shyly, blushing as he nodded, his touch feather-light--too soft to do much else but gently tease..

Richard chuckled softly, amused by Nate's hesitation. "You can be a bit firmer than that, Nate. I'm not gonna break."

"Cool," Nate whispered again, emboldened slightly by Richard's encouragement. His fingers returned with a bit more confidence, circling Richard's sensitive nipples more firmly. Richard felt pleasant shivers ripple through him, drawing a quiet, appreciative sigh from his lips.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Richard murmured softly, voice low and coaxing, thoroughly enjoying Nate's delicate attention.

"Yeah... really cool," Nate breathed softly, gradually gaining confidence. He leant down, taking of Richard's left nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling it gently while his hand idly tweaked the right nipple. The sensation was surprisingly sensual, sending pleasant waves of arousal down Richard's spine. He found himself arching slightly into Nate's touch, surprised but intrigued by the younger man's growing boldness.

But as Nate grew even more enthusiastic--mauling and pinching Richard's nipples with an intensity that bordered on painful--Richard suddenly gasped sharply, eyes snapping open in surprise. For a moment, he almost protested--but Nate's gentle, admiring voice interrupted him.

"Wow, you're so cool, Mr. Carter," Nate whispered earnestly against his chest, lips ghosting over bare skin, his voice full of shy admiration. "You're so stoic. So durable..."

Richard hesitated, a pleasant warmth spreading through his chest, soothing away his instinctive discomfort. He felt strangely flattered by Nate's artless praise. After all, what was a little pain compared to Nate's childlike delight? No pain, no gain, as he always used to say.

"Yeah... thanks, Nate," he murmured softly, smiling despite himself, quietly deciding he could handle a bit more--just to keep impressing the younger man.

"Cool," Nate murmured again, his mouth switching over to envelop Richard's right pec with a flick of his tongue. His fingernails dug sharply as he sharply pinched Richard's left nipple. Richard masked a yelp. Gasping, he forced a breath. "Hey - kid, watch it a little..."