Dominant Twin

Dominant Part 2

"I want to make sure you understand how this works," I said taking his strong chin in my right hand and making sure he made eye contact with me. I could tell he was growing more and more intoxicated by the scent of my balls. "I'm your dom."

"Yes sir," he replied, almost choking on his words.

"You address me as sir or master at all times."

"Ye-yes master," he replied, his eyes, intently gazing into mine.

"I say, you do."

"Y-yes master," His eyes closed. He was so turned on I could see the already prominent wet spot growing on his shorts.

"When does your dad get back?" I asked.

"tw-two hours,"

Good,

I thought.

Plenty of time for fun.

"Any limits?"

"None for you, sir," he said, earnestly. His green eyes, shone with a desire to indulge my darkest fantasies.

"Worship me," I said.

"Yes sir," he said. He started kissing my hard cock through my briefs, and massaging my muscular ass with his hands. I continuously stroked his thick hair, leading him, until I was sitting on his bed. His hands continued to massage my cheeks, but his full, plush, lips started pulling my briefs down.

"Oh my god," he said, looking at my swollen cock with more lust than I've ever seen on a man's face.

"Lick it," I ordered.

He immediately obeyed, but forgot the rules. I grabbed a fist full of his hair, and pulled his head back so he was looking at me.

"Oh my gah," He said, his tongue still out like thirsty dog.

"What do you say when I give you an order, fag?" I asked softly.

"Y-yes...sir,"

"Did you say it when I told you to lick my cock?"

"No,"

I slapped him with my free hand.

"No, sir," he said correctly. I loved seeing us, this muscle stud, nearly as tall as me on his knees, completely submitting to my will. Still, there was a little more room to reinforce this lesson.

"Is your dad's bedroom that one we passed at the top of the stairs?"

"Yes sir?" he said, sounding confused.

I released his hair, and pushed him to the ground. Before he could recover, I grabbed his left ankle, dragged him out of his room, down the carpeted hallway, to dad's room. This room, unlike the others, had a hardwood floor, but I wasn't too concerned about this.

"Fuck," he said, from the cold floor. I realized that he was still wearing his ridiculous, "I'm a total bottom," jogging shorts, and quickly ripped them off. His cock was a nice size, proportional to his body, and was perfectly symmetrical. There wasn't much hair down there, but what he did have was reddish-blond. The action of dragging him around made his cock ooze even more precum, leaving a streak across the floor.

"Please," he begged from the ground.

"Ever dream about being fucked in your dad's bed," I asked, looking at the king-sized bed the middle of the room. As far as beds go, it was pretty standard, but the comforter, for whatever reason, had a confederate flag on it.

Oh, dad's a fuckjob.

"No...please...don't...sir."

"You're a virgin, right?"

"Yes sir,"

"Seems like losing your virginity in dad's room might be memorable."

He looked horrified at the thought of this, and yet his cock was throbbing uncontrollably. He was gonna stain the floor.

Can't have that.

"Lick that up," I said, pointing at his precum stain.

He glanced down, and then obeyed. His long tongue removing any and all remnants of his own precum. He stayed on his hands and knees until the job was done, me looming over him making sure he didn't miss a single drop.

"Tell you what," I said, putting my foot on his head, "If you can get through me, I won't fuck you here."

"Yes sir," he said defiantly. I could tell he still wasn't sure that I was stronger. I'd seen this defiance in other subs. They all submitted to me in the end.

I removed my foot, and he stood up. I won't deny that he towered over me. But I knew he didn't have a chance. We grasped hands, and within seconds he was wincing in pain from my strong grip.

"Is this really all you've got?" I asked, laughing at the grimace on his face.

He tried to use his other hand to pry me off, but I twisted his wrist, causing him to lose balance. I reached up, pulled his head down between my legs, my balls resting on his neck, and then put both arms under his abdomen, sort of like a hug. With a heave, I picked him up upside down, his legs flopping over my shoulders, his balls nearly in my mouth.

"Holy fuck," he said, as I effortlessly walked him to his dad's bed. I slammed him onto it and climbed onto his back. Once again, I placed him in a vicious Boston crab.

"GOD," he screamed," My bare ass was on his head, seated on those beautiful blond locks. My arms, veins popping to the limit, were pulling the rest of his body up. He was struggling, but there was no way out.

"Are you done?" I asked, once he went limp in most areas of his body.

"Yes!" he screamed.

I released his body, and his legs hit the bed with a thump. His cock had oozed all over the stars and bars.

Not my problem.

"Fuck," he said, "You-you're a machine."

"I fuck like one, too," I said. I flipped him over and sat my thick ass right on that handsome face.

"Lick, faggot," I ordered.

I don't bottom, but getting a tongue to massage the hole is one of the best feelings in the world. Jason's long tongue felt better than most, and everything, from the gentle licks, to the prods was driving me wild. He was doing such a good job, I decided to edge him. But only a little.

"Mmmmf" he moaned, while giving my hole attention.

"Good boy," I said, "How's that taste?"

"So good," he breathed, "I just...want this...all day."

Since he had, once again, forgotten to say sir, I gave him a sudden slap to his balls. His body jolted immediately.

"Sorry, sir," he said, almost into my hole.

"You'll learn," I said, "I'll beat it into you, yet."

I was ready to fuck him right here, right now, on dad's bed, but first I wanted my cock caressed by those luscious lips. I got off him, sat on the edge of his bed, and made him lick up and down my shaft, kiss the head, and lick the tip. He shuddered with excitement, and I occasionally grabbed his own cock, stroking it as he rhythmically slurped me.

I love a gentle submissive cock sucking, but I was too horned up for this. I grabbed him by his hair, yet again, and forced my dick down his throat. He gagged hard, and I pulled him up, waiting for him to recover.

"Fuck," he coughed, "That was fucking hot."

For the next 5 minutes I just skull-fucked this stud. Those beautiful lips opening and closing around my shaft, and that soft throat turned into a cocksheath. Every gag, gasp, and cough got me closer to making this pathetic himbo swallow my load.

Then it happened. The one thing that was all but guaranteed to ruin a great time.

"Oh shit," he said looking terrified. I heard It too; the garage door was opening.

Either his time was off, or that was a quick two hours.

"Fuck," he said, looking out the window, presumably at his dad's vehicle.

I wasn't ready to stop, I was still close, and, though I didn't think I'd be able to fuck him, I had an equally fun idea. He was still looking outside, and didn't hear me approach him from behind. I spun him around, and tossed him over my shoulder like a bag of laundry.

"Oh my god," he said.

"No limits," I reminded him, slapping him hard enough on the ass that he cried out. I carried him down the hall to his bedroom, and, closed and locked the door.

"He'll be inside-

"So will I," I said, tossing him onto his bed. I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cock. His own cock throbbed with excitement, but he shook his head.

"Jason," I said, threateningly.

His hesitation shattered at the thought of his dad walking in on him getting dominated by a twink. I sat on his bed, and he put my cock back into his mouth, and I proceeded to skull fuck him again, this time even harder.

"Jason?" Called the low voice of his dad from downstairs.

I pulled him off of my cock with his hair, and let him reply.

"I'm upstairs, dad," He called in a slightly horse voice. I jammed him back down on my cock, gods I was so fucking close.

"What?" Called his dad.

I was too into it to let him off right away. I was certain dad could hear the bed creaking, Jason's muffles gags.

"Just-Just in my room." said Jason, coughing.

Back down again, my hand using his hair like a handle as a I face-fucked this stud to a massive, brain numbing, orgasm.

"Fuck," I heard myself say, as my load erupted into his throat, gagging him loudly, "swallow it, now" I gasped, as I convulsed with the most intense pleasure I've ever felt.

Jason did as he was told, and we could hear someone starting to come up the stairs. We both got dressed as quickly as we could, which meant no time to put on underwear. By the time his dad knocked on the door, I was seated at the computer. When Jason opened the door, I knew no one would be fooled about what happened here. Sure, I looked normal but Jason...

"What's going on?" asked his dad from the doorway, "What's with your hair?"

I looked over at them, and realized that hair on the top of Jason's head was definitely sticking up. Hell, you could basically see it formed into imprint of the inside of my hand. Not helping was fact that Jason was red in the face.

"What?" said Jason reflexively patting down his hair, "Oh nothing, just...busy with some homework."

Dad and I caught site of each other at the same time. I kind of waved at him, and I think he knew instantly what happened in this room. The smell of sweat, balls, and cum was too prevalent.

"Hey," said Dad, his eyes watching me suspiciously.

Salt and pepper hair, dark eyes, but otherwise a replica of his studly son, I was willing to bet anything that dad had experimented in his youth.

"Hey," I said.

"Uh dad," said Jason hoarsely, "this is Praveen. He's helping me with...

"Math," I said.

Look, I'm Indian. I figured it was believable. I stood up and walked over to his dad. He shook my hand, and seemed a bit surprised by the firmness of my grip.

"Oh okay," said Dad, he turned to leave, though it was pretty obvious he didn't believe this. Right before heading downstairs, he said, "Jason, maybe open a window in your room. Smells a bit gross."

"I should probably go." I said, after a few seconds of silence.

"Yeah-yeah," said Jason, who seemed horribly nervous. Still, even after all this I could still see his cock bulging in his jeans. I wonder if his dad noticed.

I started to leave, but he said, "wait," He held out my underwear that I hadn't had the time to put on.

"Sniff it, Jason," I said, quietly.

And he did. Pressed up against his face, he inhaled as much of that scent as he could.

"You know what," I said, amused, keep them. Bring that over to my place tomorrow...around 5:00.

A wide smile broke on his face. "Ye-yes sir!" he said eagerly. He walked me out, and again, I noticed his nervousness as we got to the kitchen were his dad lurked. The old man, looked like he was about to explode from his anger, and I began worrying for Jason's safety. Jason was watching the kitchen tiles, but I made eye contact with dad. I made sure the old man knew I wasn't afraid of him.

It's a bizarre thing to think about in hindsight, but as I left Jason's house that day, I knew dad knew what we knew: I'd turned his tall, athletic, all American football star son into my fuck toy. What we didn't know was what was coming:

Dad was next.