Taking Ownership

Taking Ownership

By

Randy MacAnus

NOTE: All rights are reserved by the author.



If you are underage in your jurisdiction or you are offended by stories of gay sex, that includes bondage, Dominant/submissive themes, pain and humiliation, then do not read this. The author does not encourage or condone the use of manipulation or dishonesty to get laid in the real world under any circumstances. The whole point of fantasy, is that it’s a safe release for our emotions and no one gets hurt. Stay safe. Stay sane!



When I was in high school I was so deep in the closet, that I missed every opportunity presented to me—some from some very hot guys. Worse, I didn’t have a clue what to do! I mean, I knew you could stick it in a guy’s butt or mouth, but I was really sketchy on the details. Like, is a blow job the same thing as sucking cock? And if so, do you blow, do you suck—or both?

I figured I should know stuff like that before trying to jump some guy’s bones, but I didn’t have the least idea how to research that information, or the courage to ask anyone. (This was before Google. I’m not going to say how long!)

We had moved to this nice town when I was twelve, and just starting puberty. There was no one my age in our neighborhood—or within about two miles. It was an area where the minimum lot size was one acre, so the homes were expensive and were owned mainly by older couples.

Plus, I was an only child. The only reason I learned about jacking off, is because, when I was fourteen an older boy at Scout camp gave me a demonstration.

He wanted to do more. Heaven knows I wanted to, but I didn’t have the nerve. I’m not stupid, but back then I was painfully naïve. I was also paranoid about being outed. Not a good thing back in the day.

In all my fantasies, I was the fucker, and never the fuckee. One particular classmate of mine was the subject of many of my fantasies. I had most of my classes with him, and we were in Scouts together.

While we were always friendly to each other and had some enjoyable conversations, we were not close. He had friends he had grown up with and we lived about four miles apart. I had only been to his house once.

His name was Lenny, and he was what I would now call a tall twink. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall, but quite slender, with blond hair and blue eyes, as befitted his Swedish heritage.

He wasn’t buff, but had nice definition. He had a friendly, open face and a wonderful smile. I don’t think I was in love, but I was in heat! I wanted to have my hands all over him and be inside him so bad!

I should describe myself at that time: I had just turned eighteen, and was about to be a senior (as was Lenny). I was slender myself, about 5 feet 10 inches tall with dark brown hair and green eyes.

I wrestled in the 154 pound weight class. I loved to wrestle, not only so I could put my hands all over hot male bodies, but because it gave me a chance to dominate and control those bodies!

Anyway, the summer before my senior year, my parents, whom I did not much like, announced they were getting divorced. My mother was getting remarried, to a total pig of a man (in my estimation) and I was going to live with them—and they were moving to another state.

I was already in my ninth school, and was finally making some friends after several years in one town. The school was fantastic, with a great music and theater program. The place we’d be moving to was in the middle of nowhere with a lousy school.

I told my mother I wouldn’t go. She was not amused. We finally agreed that if I could find someone who would take me in, I could stay and finish High School with my friends. The first person I asked was Lenny. I figured, what the heck, you know?

Lenny was also an only child and his mom had died some years before. His dad ran a tight ship. Everything in it’s place and neat as a pin. There was even plastic on the furniture, though that had been done by Lenny’s mom.

I was a bit of a slob, but I figured it would be worth toeing the line to be able to stay at my school and maybe even get to see Lenny naked sometimes! I knew I would never have the nerve to hit on him.

So the next day after school, while we were waiting for the bus, I told Lenny about my predicament, and asked him if I could move in with him (if it was alright with his dad).

“That might be fun,” said Lenny. “Why don’t you get off the bus with me and we’ll go to my house and talk, get to know each other better. If we both still like the idea, we can ask my dad when he gets home from work. Then he can drive you home.”

“Fantastic! Thanks, Lenny. I can’t begin to tell you how important it is to me, not to have to move and live with this pig my mom is going to marry!”

“We can discuss all that when we get to the house,” Lenny said. There was an appraising, enigmatic smile on his face that I had never seen before. What was that about?

Lenny’s house was so quiet you could hear the clock ticking on the mantle from any room on the first floor. We sat down in the living room on the plastic covered sofa and we started asking each other questions. We had a lot in common. Neither of us smoked, and we had yet to try alcohol. We were both in advanced classes in school and were both in the Scouts. I wrestled. He played basketball.

Finally, Lenny said, “Well, I think we’d get along great, if you think you can toe the line in my father’s house. He’s very strict.”

“Lenny, the truth is I could probably benefit from a little discipline. My parents don’t really pay much attention to me, and I’ve been basically raising myself.”

“Good,” said Lenny. “Now we have to address the elephant in the room. You’re a homo aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

I blushed right down to my toes. I couldn’t even breathe. Lenny later told me my cheeks were almost purple! He stared straight into my eyes. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t.

“Okay, Randy, here’s the deal. I prefer girls, but high school girls are a pain. I can get laid, but it takes a lot of time and effort because girls are so high maintenance. I have no problem with fucking guys, but most want you to return the favor, and I’m not interested in doing that. If you live here, you are going to be my property. You will do what I want, when I want. No drama, no hesitation and no attitude. Have you been fucked or sucked a cock yet?”

I noticed he just assumed I would agree. I still couldn’t breathe, so I just shook my head no.

“Are you a virgin?”

I nodded yes.

“Do you fantasize about me?”

I nodded.

“Am I fucking you in your dreams?”

I shook my head no.

“Yeah, I guessed you wanted to be the one doing the fucking. You seem like an Alpha type and you’re very masculine for a homo. Good. That will make owning you even more fun, since I know it’s not the way you want things. You’ve been checking me out in the shower and at Scout camp ever since you moved here. I’ve seen you checking out other guys as well, but mostly you seem to want me. Am I right?”

I nodded yes.

Lenny said, “I haven’t seen anyone else at our school notice, but I would suggest you stop checking guys out. Sooner or later it’s going to cause you problems. Okay, here’s what happens next. We have a rec room in the basement. You and I are going down there. The floor is tile, so it will be easier for you to clean up when I’m done with you. You will strip naked when I order you to do so. I will then use you in any and every way I want. I don’t care if you like it. What’s important is that I like it. If I decide you’ll be worth having around, and if you decide you can handle being my total slave for the next year, then I will get my dad to let you stay. Do you understand?”

I swallowed hard and croaked out, “Yes, Lenny.”

I could hardly breathe! I was going to be with Lenny! I couldn’t believe it; I also couldn’t believe I was not only going to let him top me, but make me his total sex slave. But as we headed down to the rec room, I realized something that had never occurred to me before. What better way to have sex, without having to know all the sex stuff? I still had no clue, and if this continued I might die a virgin! (Teens can be a little over-dramatic). This could turn out to be a great opportunity, if I didn’t blow it—so to speak.

The rec room was huge. It took up almost the entire basement, except for the laundry room and a small bathroom. It had a big TV with a vinyl sofa in front of it. There was a pool table at one end, a small refrigerator and a dart board on one wall.

There was a large walk-in closet that appeared to have a lot of sporting stuff in it. There was a desk and a four drawer file cabinet in one corner with a book case next to it. A sliding glass door, covered with a drape led to the back yard.

Lenny ordered me to stand in the center of the room and wait. He went into the closet and was rummaging around in there for several minutes. He came back out with a small black gym bag, which he dropped on the floor about six feet away from me.

Lenny stood in front of me, looked at me with cold blue eyes and said, “Strip. Not too fast and not too slow. Don’t make a show of it. You are to comply with my orders with humility. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lenny,” I whispered.

I knelt down to remove my shoes and socks, placing a sock in each shoe. Lenny is into neatness like his dad, so it seemed the right approach. Then I stood and removed my pants. Lenny smirked at that. I think he figured I couldn’t wait to get naked, but I had no undershirt on, and baring my torso just seemed harder than baring my legs.

I folded the pants neatly and set them on top of my shoes, took a deep breath and pulled off my polo shirt. I folded it as well and set it on top of my pants. Now was the moment of truth, although I knew there was no going back.

Shaking uncontrollably, I slipped my jockey shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I folded them once and set them on the pile. I stood up as straight as I could, still shaking like a leaf. I had always wanted to fuck Lenny. But I would have figured being his slave would turn me off. However, to my great humiliation my 7 inch dick was rock hard and dripping!

“Pick up your clothes and put them in them in the top drawer of the file cabinet. Good. Now lock it, then return to the center of the room.”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pushed in the lock. I then returned to my former position, my heart racing. There was no way for me to deny him anything, now!

“Put your hands behind your head, elbows out to the side and stand with your feet shoulder width apart”

I complied, as my shaking and dripping continued.

“Take two steps forward. Now, drop to your knees.”

Lenny then took the remaining two steps forward that separated us, dropped his pants and shorts, and put his hard straight 8 inch cock against my lips.

“If I feel teeth you get to walk the four miles home naked. Do you understand?”

I nodded and opened my mouth, waiting to be penetrated for the First Time.

Lenny slowly slid his rigid cock completely down my throat. As I started to gag he said, “Relax, swallow around my cock and breathe through your nose whenever you can. I am going to slowly fuck your throat. You just passively take it for now. Once you get over your panic about breathing and get control of your gag reflex, I’ll tell you what to do with your tongue.”

It took several minutes for me to calm down and get a rhythm going with my breathing, but I finally got a handle on it. I even managed to get my gag reflex under control.

“Not bad, cocksucker. I think you’re going to be really good at this,” said Lenny.

I actually found myself taking pride in the compliment! Weird! Finally, he started giving me instructions on how to use my tongue to please him. The better I did the more time the head of his cock spent in my mouth and not my throat. This gave me a lot of motivation to please him with my tongue.

I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth as his cock grew even more rigid and he began to rapidly pound my throat. There was never any question about swallowing. Even if he had given me the opportunity to spit his load out, I instinctively knew better. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean.

Lenny grinned and said, “I think you’re going to work out just fine, cocksucker. Now, start working that talented tongue of yours and get me hard again, so I can fuck you in the ass.”

After I got him hard again he reached back for the gym bag and pulled out a tube of KY. “Stand up and turn around. Make sure you keep those hands on the back of your head and put your feet shoulder width apart again. Anytime I say assume the position, this is what you will do. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Lenny.”

Lenny began pushing KY into my virgin hole with his left hand. He rubbed some more on his fingers and pushed three of them straight into my ass. The pain was breathtaking! I wasn’t at all sure how much of this I could take. And what would that enormous rod of his feel like?!

“Just relax, you’ll adjust to it. In a little while it will start to feel good.”

Boy, was he right! Once I relaxed and my butt hole began to adjust to the penetration, it started feeling a lot better. And when he started hitting a certain spot up my ass, it went from feeling better to feeling great! Who knew?

“Okay, pussy boy, bend at the waist and put your hands on your knees to support yourself. You are about to get fucked in that tight little ass of yours!”

“Yes, Lenny.”

I had never dreamed about this!. Always, in my fantasies, I had been not only the total top, but the master. I guess I had control issues. And this was scaring the hell out of me. I was hot for Lenny, but I never wanted him to own me. I wanted it the other way around. And I knew full well he already owned me.

I knew I’d do whatever he wanted, if he just wouldn’t tell anyone. And even if I didn’t wind up living here, I had the whole summer here before we moved. In my panic, my dick breath stepfather-to-be and the lousy school began to look like an option.

“But first I want you to beg for it. And from now on, call me sir whenever you are naked or about to get naked. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir. Sir, please fuck me in the ass,” I said in a stressed monotone. In my state of total panic, it was all I could do to get the words out.

“You’ll need to do better than that, pussy boy! Tell me how much you need it!”

But the amazing thing was, I really was getting horny for it! I knew I would have much preferred to be fucking Lenny, instead of him fucking me, but geez Louise, what he was doing to me felt sensational! For the first time, I was beginning to understand why a guy would be willing to take it up the ass.

Though terrified and shaking, I was determined to get through this. Besides, I really didn’t want to walk the four miles home naked—and there was not a doubt in my mind that I’d be doing exactly that if I failed to please Lenny.

“Sir, please fuck my ass! I need it really bad. I promise to take it all and do whatever you want, if you’ll fuck me!”

Where the heck did all that come from? Did I really mean it? I wasn’t at all sure about anything at this point.

“Very well, pussy boy, since you asked so nice, it’s time to get your virgin hole royally fucked!”

And with that, he slid that rigid 8 inch pole right into my ass. Once again, the pain was electric! Well, he did say that my pleasure was not important to him, so I wasn’t too surprised. But I also knew now, that I could manage this—just. And that monster prick up my ass kept hitting that spot, and Ohhh My Gaaawddddd!

Long before he finished, my own rock hard rammer was spewing cum all over the floor, without even being touched. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever had! And it wasn’t over yet. As Lenny continued to pound my incredibly sore hole, I could feel another load building!

I had never had two orgasms, but that’s just what happened. Just before Lenny filled my ass with his seed, I shot another load on the floor, and the feeling was much more intense than the first one!

As Lenny pulled that monster of his out of my thoroughly fucked butt hole, my knees buckled, and I crumpled to the floor in a state of total ecstasy.