Learning a lesson : The neighbors way

"You are starting to understand who is in charge bitch boy?"

"Yes sir! You sir!" I screamed back, preying the beating would end. He struck me again three times on each cheek with no wait in between. I could hear him drinking his beer. As his lips parted from the bottle, I could hear my cell phone vibrating in my pants. I had nearly forgotten about Jessica, but knew that had to be her texting. I looked to my pants. He walked over to them, and pulled my cell phone of my pocket.

"Who's Jessica boy?"

"My girlfriend, sir"

"Does she know you're a cum hungry bitch boy?"

"No sir, I mean, I am not."

"You are now bitch!"

Before he finished the sentence the horse crop I could see in his hand struck my ass again.

"Yes sir, I am sir."

He tossed the phone on the bed in front of me.

"Now text her back, tell her your busy serving your master by being a dirty cock sucking cum slut, and show it to me before you send it bitch."

"But sir, I can't, everyone would know." I looked at him with pleading in my eyes.

He wailed again on my ass, smacking it 4 times, and once right down my crack hitting my hole, I yelled out unable to hold back.

"Do it bitch!"

I picked up the cell phone, and beginning to type the words. Knowing this could change everything for me. I passed the phone to him after words were in. I saw him read the text and press send. My head fell to my arms again, feeling broken and ashamed.

He laughed again. “Now stand up and go over to the dresser."

I stood in front of the dresser, adjusting my mask as it had slipped a bit while lying on my forearms. I looked to the window, Roger still working at his computer. I prayed he would go downstairs, or at least not look out the window. I was in no position to disobey or recommend a better spot. I debated asking him to close the blinds.

"Um, sir, could you um please close the blinds sir?"

He walked over where he could look out the window. He saw Roger sitting at his desk.

"Is that your Daddy boy?"

"It’s my step Dad sir."

"Good, maybe he'll enjoy the show."

I was lost for words; I didn't know what to say. Knowing all Roger had to do was look out the window to see being our neighbors bitch.

"Now bend over the dresser boy."

I bent down and braced myself against the dresser. He returned to the closet again and this time he brought the box over to the dresser. He opened a drawer next to me, and pulled out a jar, of what I couldn't see. I felt him spread my cheeks, and then he spat on my hole, I could feel him rub it over my hole with his thumb. He pushed his thumb in I could feel as it gave way, it hurt, like a pain I had never known. I could feel it enter my ass. But as he got deeper I got a shiver of pleasure that ran up my spine. He pulled his thumb out, and I heard him open the jar, again I felt his hand spread my cheek, this time a cold wet substance was placed on my hole and he moved it around. He inserted his finger, it slid in much easier, and I could feel the pleasure as he pushed it in and out, he added another finger. The pain returned as I felt my hole being stretched. He added a third finger, and I moaned at the stretch, his rhythm picked up as he fucked me with his fingers.

The pain began to subside and he continued to stretch my hole. His fingers left my hole, and emptiness seemed to take their place. As if they were supposed to be there. I heard him rummage in the box, and I felt something larger press at my hole. As he pushed it in, my hole stretched to new limits to take it in, I mumbled into my arms as it pushed deeper. It must have been 7 inches long as it was driven into my hole, with no concern for the pain it was causing. As it reached the hilt, he began to pull it in and reinsert it, fucking me with this toy. The more he drove it into me the more I adjusted to its width and size. He began fucking my ass harder with the toy. Waves of pleasure mixing with the pain. A moan escaped my lips as he drove it in and out of me. I could feel him get closer behind me. He ran his heads through my head and pulled my head back as he fucked me relentlessly. I started to moan out louder.

"You like that bitch boy?"

"Yes sir." I responded between my moans. I had never felt anything like that before. My cock was hard again, and I was pushing back onto the dildo.

He pulled it out and set it down rummaging in the box again. I looked to the window, seeing Roger. He leaned back in his chair; he wiped his hands over his face. Tired of doing nothing. He turned his head toward the window, my heart skipped a beat. He peered as if trying to focus. His eyes met mine, and as the realization at what he was seeing struck his face, mine flushed with pure embarrassment. I wanted to run and hid in the closet, anywhere away from the window. He stood up, I assumed to close the blinds to the filth that was going on twenty feet from his office, but as he came closer to the window I could see a dirty grin on his face.

To my surprise he grabbed at his crotch squeezing his package. He leaned one arm against the window. His shirt rose so that just a sliver of his muscled belly was showing. Our neighbour stood up and placed something hard against my hole. It quivered at the feeling, knowing I would be penetrated again, this time with my step Dad watching, enjoying it even. As I felt the pressure of the toy press against my hole, it stretching to accommodate the clearly bigger toy I moaned out. It hurt again, making my hole stretch to new limits. I didn't know if I could take it. My moan started to turn to cries of pain. Still leaning against the window Roger was now squeezing his crotch with purpose through his jeans. As I felt the toy get smaller, and my ass take the rest in with easy, I sighed relief. Just then my neighbor looked to the window.

"Look who joined the fun. Looks like step Daddy here likes watching your ass being opened wide, don't he?"

"Yes sir, it appears so." The embarrassment clear in my voice.

"Why don't you give our friendly neighbor a wave, let him know he is welcome to enjoy the show."

I had given in already; I knew that disobeying with a large butt plug buried in my ass was nearly pointless. I raised my right hand and waived to my step father, over glad for the anonymity of the mask more than ever. Roger's smile grew, it was a dirty smile, and it was like I could feel what he wanted to do with me as it crossed his lips. I couldn't believe this perv had married my Mother. With his hand still applied to his clearly growing package he shook it in his hand. Clearly as gesture to me, like you would shake a bone at a dog before making him chase it. The neighbor laid a smack on my ass hard and firm, my ass cheeks clenched around the butt plug, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine as the sting faded on my ass. again he smacked my ass, repeated the process, my face contorting in pain then pleasure and then pain again as he struck me. The relief as the sting faded was nearly as pleasureful as the toy rubbing my prostate. The man pulled me up by my hair, grinding his cock against the base of the plug pushing it deeper. I moaned out this had been pure pleasure, the toy had pressed hard against my ass nut and it nearly drove me wild.

He pulled me up till my back was arched and my head nearly resting on his chest. The heat of his body was radiating onto my back, and I pushed my ass against his hard cock. I looked to Roger and he looked down at his own crotch and back at me. Then one handed he began to unbutton his strained jeans. As the button popped open the zipper opened of its own accord due to the pressure from his raging hard on. He took his arm of the window and removed his shirt slow, teasing me and the neighbor with his body. His bulging pecs and hard stomach reveled with a light dusting of brown hair. The shirt dropped to the floor. I had never looked at Roger any other than the old guy who married my Mom, but now with my ass full and a man making me obey his every command, turning me into a cock sucking cum slut, his body made my cock twitch with desire. I pushed back even harder against the man's cock, my will fading and my desire to be relentlessly fucked growing. I was truly in heaven, I couldn't believe it. To top it all off I couldn't wait for Roger to drop those jeans and show me his swollen member. I was craving cock.

"Your step Dad is a god looking man, boy. Bet you want to suck the juices right out of those nuts don't you boy?"

"Yes sir, I want my mouth full of cum sir."

"Yeah I bet you do boy, but you want your step daddy's cum don't you, you little fuck whore?"

"Yes sir" I said with truth, but it still made me flush, to say what was so wrong out loud.

The man reached down and pulled two little clamps from the box, and put one on my left nipple. The pain was sharp and I screamed out. He only chuckled. I could feel his warm breath as the laugh reverberated in my ear. He flicked the clamp, causing the sharp pain to return, after the clamp settled the pain dulled a bit, not much though. He flicked it again, as if waiting for me to be able to tolerate it before he sent the fiery shot of pain into me again. He reached for the other nipple adding another clamp to the right. The same fiery sharp pain ran through me as it tightened around my teat. I screamed out again, unable to hold it in. He slammed his hips into mine, and the pleasure shot ran up my spine as he flicked the right clamp. He timed it so fiery pain shot from my nipple, and pleasure waves rose from my ass. My mind was lost in the sensations. I was making sounds that were moans and screams fused together, and pain seemed to blend with the pleasure. He continued to slam his hips into mine, the toy driving back and forth across my pleasure centre buried deep in my ass, as he began flicking both clams. I was in a fury of sensation, my legs shook and my head spun.

He stopped with his arms wrapped around my chest, just below the clamps, his cock still hard, pushed against my ass. He took one hand and turned my head again to the window by my chin. As my eyes focused I could see Roger sliding his jeans down, exposing his black jockeys, tented with a large cock. Again he put his arm around my chest and thrust into my hips, I watched as Roger stroked his cock through the jockeys watching this man grind his cock against my already full hole. I raised a hand to the wall as the dresser began to shake from the force of his thrusts, watching Roger stroke his member to the scene before him, his cock no more than an inch from the glass.

The man pulled back releasing his embrace and moving his hips away, I took a glance back and saw him reaching for my ass. he pulled at the plug, it not wanting to give at first, but as he applied more pressure my hole began to stretch, again to what seemed likes it limits, and maybe beyond. As it reached the widest point I couldn't help it, I whimper and moaned, then it began to get smaller. A wave of relief hit me first, as my ass was returning to some version of normal size, but then the wave of emptiness returned. My asshole longed to be filled again. He slapped my ass; gentle this time, he squeezed my cheeks, and smacked them again. He placed his cock along the line of my crack, not entering me, just grinding it between my cheeks. He reached around and pulled on my nipple clamps. He was watching Roger watch us. I turned to see and Roger was toying with the band of his Jockey's. He was looking at me, as if right into my eyes.

"Show your Daddy that you want to see his cock."

I looked at the man, whose giant cock was teasing my ass, knowing soon it would be buried 10 inches deep inside me, fucking me with no consideration or mercy, and then back to Roger. I looked at him for a second and then made a motion simulating pulling his underwear down, over top of my jock. He stretched the band out at me, showing he understood, but only teasing. I took two fingers and lifted them to my mouth and licked up and down them simulating his cock. I couldn't believe my own actions. I was told to make him take them off, but I was coming up with the teases, this was me, begging my step Dad to show me his hard cock. I licked up and down each side, and then inserting them into my mouth like a cock, moving my head back in pleasure as I did. Grinding against the man’s cock as I did. Roger approved, he pulled the band forward again, this time over the tip of his large cock, and down below his balls. He pulled them down on each side, just below where his balls hung. He grabbed his big cock, at least 8 inches I guessed from the distance and shook it at me. Again I felt like a dog being teased with a bone.

The man grabbed me by the arms and pushed me towards the windows, I braced myself with harms on each side, my body pressed against the cool glass. My nipple clamps forced down, causing fiery pain again, and without warning he slammed his cock in my hole, ten inches deep. I screamed out at the intrusion, his bare cock deep in my hole. I screamed against the glass, it fogging up with my breath. I had no doubt Roger had heard the cry. I could see him beginning to stroke his fat cock to the sight of my teen body being abused for a man's pleasure. He instantly started to slam my hole with a fast and forceful rhythm. My body rising and falling on the glass as the pounding persisted, all I could see was Roger quickening his stroke on his hard meat, his face contorting with pleasure as he watched my ass impaled by this man’s fuck tool. My moan consistent with his thrusts against the window pane.

"Beg for my cock cum slut!" he yelled out, as he pulled his cock holding the tip against my hungry hole.

"Please sir! fuck my hole, I want your cock in me, use my hole! Please sir my hole was made for your cock sir."

"you want me to fuck you, cum in your boy hole while your step daddy looks on you filthy little whore? Is that what you want boy?"

"Yes sir, I cried out, please fuck me!" I wasn't able to finish the sentence as he drove the cock balls deep into me again, his rhythm harder and faster. The fuck me ringing out against the glass. Roger's rhythm picked up, he was getting close, and so was my master.

He pulled me back by my hips, pushing me down, bending me over. He pulled my hair back, raising my head so I was staring straight at Roger as he beat his meat to my pounding. He fucked me pulling me back by my hair and my shoulder as he drove his large fuck tool into my ass, I was moaning out, looking on Roger and his massive cock, thinking of wrapping my lips around it as his hot load shoots into my mouth. My own load building in my balls, heating up as he fucks my ass for his own pleasure. Just then Rogers cock began to twitch, his legs shaking, his load began to spray on the window. Seeing his hot load firing from his meaty cock, my cock began to fire its load, I could feel my ass tighten around my masters pounding cock. It drove him to climax, his hot load filling my ass as my own filled the jock the hoot semen coating my cock. The man gave a few more thrusts into my ass as he dripped his final drops into my cum cave. He withdrew his cock, the emptiness somehow warmed by his seed inside of me. Looking as Roger tossed his cock at the window, tossing the last drops of the juices onto the window. The man took a step back.

"Take that jock off and lick it clean boy!" he slapped my ass, as if a good game gesture.

I stood up, string the wet jock off. Roger still watching me as I took my only clothing off. I brought it to my face and licked the cum from the fabric. I tongued my way up and down the jock and even sucking after all the gobs were clean. I began wiping the cum from my cock and sucking it from my fingers watching as Roger watched me.

I turned around as I sucked the last drop from my index finger, it falling from my mouth slowly. The man grabbed another beer, cracking it and taking a swig. My back now to the window I watched as this beefy man raised the bottle to his lips and swallowed from the bottle. I admired his body and muscles and he drank. His cock limp and hanging off his balls. Like a snake waiting to rise and strike again. As the bottle parted from his lips he looked upon me naked and flaccid, half his size in weight and stature it seemed. He silently walked to the closet pulling a t shirt from the top shelf and a small circular object. He tossed them on the bed.

"Take that mask off, and put these on, along with that jock."

I walked to the bed, and grabbed the shirt, looking to him as I reached to remove the clamps. He nodded. I took them off placing them on the bed, and putting the shirt on. I looked down, in large red letters, it read 'owned'. I smoothed it over my chest. It was a good fit. Clearly this shirt wasn't meant for him. I picked the object off the bed. Looking at it. It was too small for my wrists, I looked to him. He nodded toward my cock. I opened the clasp and tightened it around my cock and balls. I retrieved the jock from the floor. I glanced quickly at the window. Still the cum ran down, but Roger was not to be seen. I placed the jock on, and walked before him. He walked to the corner and grabbed my jeans tossing them at me. He took my shirt and underwear, tossing them in the box.

"Finished getting dressed boy, and meet me downstairs."

"Yes sir."

I watched as he walked still naked from the room, beer in hand, his other hand was holding something, I couldn't see. His muscled ass was the last sight as he walked down the hallway. I got dressed quickly and met him by the front door.

I stood in front of him not daring to look into his eyes.

"My name to you is Master boy, but to others and in public you will call me Mr. Jacobson. You are mine now. You will do as I say, when I say without question." he raised his hand, my cell phone in the palm. “I will send you texts with orders, you will obey or you will pay the price. You are to wear the cock ring at all times except to shower. You will wear that jock every day, no other undergarment is necessary. You will ask permission before you jerk off. I am under Mr. M in your phone. Now go home, leave your ankle and wrists clasps here, but take the collar, when I give you a task you must be wearing your collar when you perform it. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes sir."

"Then get out."

I took the claps off and left them on the side table by the door, I ran home quickly, heading in the side door. I bolted for my room. Roger nowhere to be seen. I took the collar off and the shirt, putting them both in my bag. I grabbed another shirt and pulled my phone from my pocket. Looking at it, there were 7 messages from Jessica and two missed calls. He had turned it on silent. I fell back onto my bed, and let my thoughts flood my mind. What I had done, what I had begged for. Just then a knock on my door.

"Hey, you're back early, must have really tired you out, huh?"

"Yeah I think, I am gonna take a nap Roger" I responded my heart pounding fast.

"Alright sounds good, boy"

As he said the word, it seemed to be filled with knowing and teasing pleasure, my heart sank into my stomach, and I turned red all over. I heard his footsteps carry down the hallway.