Domination is the core of sex

By Master Primus  Email
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Part 1: How It All Began

Written by a slave on my instructions.


My name is Danny Harris. My colleagues at work refer to me behind my back as “Danny the Horseman” because I ride a Harley Davidson. I am proud of that machine, she stands for all the blood, sweat and tears I put into building my body and a career in construction. At work and even at home people consider me strict, controlling and dominating and it is all not wrong as I’m their supervisor. If I’m lenient to them they will become negligent. Even with my son, Chris, I have to behave as a bit strict and conventional father.

I’m not educated but I know the importance of education and I don’t want my son to live the life that I lived. I never was interested in suffering headache of going to school. Gym was my passion and I worked out regularly and also worked as a gym trainer in a local gym when I was young. My large muscular body always ensured my presence was prominent and dominating and my livelihood also put me in shape.

You need to understand, I am proud of the life I was able to build after dropping out of high school, leaving my hometown, and settling in the big city. I met a lovely woman and made her my wife. We scraped a living together on meagre salaries and raised a son. Sadly my wife was not around to see his graduation from high school, as she’d succumbed to injuries from a hit-and-run leaving the office she worked at. I loved my wife so much. Now she was no more.

I lost interest in life. I made myself busy in work. Never paid attention to even date any woman as I could not give any other woman my wife’s place. I didn’t even jerk off. I might have forgotten the pleasure of having sex.

I am 44 years old. My son Chris is in his second year at college and I love him very much. Actually he is the only reason for me to live. I am in the difficult situation these days (more precisely was) because of our neighbours’ son, Andrew—but I blame my son, too, as both were good friends and went to same college taking the same courses. What he did to me is the kind of thing that one can’t imagine happening to a guy like me.


Chris, my son, plays for the college team, and apparently he has no brains. If he did, he’d choose better friends. Instead he alienates others with his cocky, aggressive attitude, especially younger students. He was not like this before. I always blame myself, wondering if my harsh parenting made him like this. I tried to change my attitude but I couldn’t. Many times I’d drag him into the garage where I set up a “home-gym” to get him to build on his physique, make him look more like a man—I tried explaining that a strong body makes a strong mind. Inevitably we’d have an argument, his point being a strong body won’t make us rich. Despite his protests and arrogance he was an athlete’s body and stands proud at 6’1”. Even at school he is used to bullying his juniors and sometimes his classmates.

Chris and the neighbour’s son, Andrew, are both trying a major in biology, as they want to get into medical school. He likes the idea of being a researcher or something. I told him to get a real job, which went down like a balloon without gas. Andrew wants to be a doctor like his father.

Chris and Andrew are up in Chris’s room, discussing their latest assignment for the biology class, when Andrew drops his pen and it rolls under the bed where Chris is lying. Andrew bends down to retrieve it and comes up with a girly-magazine in one hand and the pen in the other. There is the slightest blush from Chris, who explains he uses it to get a hard-on so he can masturbate. Andrew sits down on the bed and reminds Chris that the latest assignment to harvest semen for the laboratory research is due soon. He’s always wanted to see Chris naked so he suggests Chris jerk off.

Chris looks at him in disbelief.

“What? You said that you jerk off regularly. So what is the deal for you?” Andrew says casually.

“Are you kidding me? I can’t just become a sperm donor. Plus it is embarrassing,” Chris says.

“Okay, I’ll do it with you as well. We need to complete the project otherwise it won’t be good for the finals and don’t be shy, we both are dudes and friends,” Andrew argues.

After a little consideration and more persuasion Chris agrees.

“I’ve got some specimen bottles in my book-bag, in case of emergencies like these,” Andrew says with a serious look on his face. He can see Chris is uncomfortable and says he’ll also do it at the same time, then they’ll both have their specimens and the subject will never come up again.

Reluctantly Chris slides off his jeans and jock, picks up the magazine and starts toying with his cock. Andrew is so focused on watching, Chris has to smack him with the magazine and tells Andrew to pay attention and get his “tool” out and do it too. Chris’s athletic, defined body is smooth and lean. Andrew doesn’t have the kind of body he’d like; he’s slim, not very muscular, but does get noticed at 5’11”. He’s half-heartedly stroking his tool, but clearly more interested in staring at Chris working his own rod, watching him with hungry eyes. He is so handsome. Andrew loves the erotic facial expressions he’s making as Chris was really getting up to speed. And his lips are so suckable.

Andrew suddenly bends over and plants a kiss hard on Chris’s lips. “Fuck that was so erotic. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I promise I’m not queer, it was just like …. wow.”

“What the hell?” Chris didn’t like it at all. “Dude. Are you gay?” Chris asks.

“No way.” He thinkis it’s a half truth as he’s bisexual, but he can’t disclose this to him. Andrew explains to him that this whole scene is really hot and Chris panting made him do that.

Chris is a bit uncomfortable with all this stuff. He pulls up his pants and asks Andrew to leave as he has other stuff to do. Andrew goes.

Chris touches his lips. How did he dare to kiss me? he thinks. The thought of Andrew kissing him makes him hard again. He cannot believe that he finds it hot.

He lays on bed. He takes off his pants and starts to jerk off. He’s thinking about the cheerleaders at his college. “Oh fuck,” Chris moans. Now the images of him fucking a pussy are replaced by the scene that had just occurred right now. The cheerleader is replaced by Andrew. Andrew kissing him. He fantasises him kissing passionately. Pre cum oozes out. He starts panting fast and squeezing really hard and then he cums. He’s embarrassed he’s thinking about Andrew, but he still came. What was going on with him?


Andrew knows that Chris is upset with him. But he can’t control himself. The father and son duo always drives him crazy—especially Mr. Danny. His reason for being most of the time in Chris’s house is Mr. Danny. He wants to see him. He’s handsome and muscular and Chris is replica of his dad. He’s less muscular but damn hot.

The next day Andrew apologises to Chris and says it’s all a mistake and will never happen again. Chris shrugs it off, saying nothing happened. Andrew then reminds Chris that they still don’t have the semen samples. Chris suggests asking Andrew’s father, as he’s a doctor. Andrew tells him that it’s too embarrassing for that. He actually wants to see Chris jerk off again. Chris tells him that he’ll think about it.


Andrew opens his room’s window and looks at the street as sun is sinking. It’s evening and he sees Mr. Danny. This is his time to come back home after work. Andrew again starts thinking about him. He is a nice specimen. The man of his dreams. Muscular and a hunk. He believes the older man also doesn’t know about him.

He remembers how he saw him working in his yard wearing his shorts and a tank top. His broad shoulders and bulging biceps just melted him. He wanted to touch them. Sweat was popping out and he wished he could remove it with his hand. His strong legs and ass. Whoa, he was something. He wanted to spank that bubble butt. He gets hard thinking about him.

Mr. Danny enters his house and locks the door, and Andrew hits on a plan. He gives a sinister smile and takes up his bagpack. He leaves his home and arrives at the Harrises’ house knowing Chris isn’t home. He knows that while Danny is strict with his son, he is keen for the boy to get good grades.

He’s always lusted after Mr. Harris. Danny stands tall at 6’4”, with well defined muscles like a Roman gladiator. His biceps each bear a tattoo, which seem to grow when he flexes them to an impressive girth.

Andrew knocks at the door. Mr. Danny opens the door. Andrew is excited to see him. His shirt is unbuttoned and underneath his beautiful body is just covered in the white tank top he is wearing. His abs are defined and two large round buttons protrude from his wide chest. Andrew is getting hard but he calms myself.

“What?” Mr. Danny barked, rude as usual. Andrew wonders when he even smiled last.

“Is Chris at home?” Andree asks, knowing he wasn’t.

“No,” he says sternly and turned to close the door.

Andrew immediately says, “Mr. Danny, may I speak with you?”

He turns towards Andrew and said raises his eyebrows.

“Actually I wanted to talk to you and it’s about Chris,” Andrew says.

Danny seems to be alert. “Is there a problem?” he says.

“I don’t know how to say this, but it is important for you to know. There was a project we all students were given and except for Chris and I everyone has submitted their task. I’m afraid we’ll lose our grades as we ‘ve few days left,” Andrew explains.

“Isn’t Chris paying attention? Is he involved in other stuff, kid? If he is, then tell me.” He’s concerned about Chris, Andrew can see it in his eyes.

“No, the thing is… our assignment is to collect semen sample of a human subject and I suggested he give his, but he said it was wrong and uncomfortable. Every student has to bring their separate samples. I took mine so I was worried about Chris as he is my group member.”

“So can’t you ask your father to fetch one for Chris?” he asks.

“I can’t as it is embarrassing for me as well. So I thought if you can help us, especially Chris.” Andrew say innocently.

“Huh. Yes, sure. I will definitely help you guys,” he says.

“Will you?”

“Yes. I can’t let my son’s grades down. Tell me, what do you suggest?” he asks.

“First you’ve got to promise you won’t shout at me or behave rudely.”

“Why would I? Okay, I gave you my word,” he says with a little smile on his face.

“I was thinking if you could give your… umm… semen, it would serve the purpose,” Andrew says.

Dannny is confused and becomes a bit red. “What did you say kid? Are you crazy?” he cries at the boy.

“See, you are mad again. There is no other option. Either tell him to jerk off and release his load or you’ve got to do it instead.” Andrew tries to be bold.

Chris’s father is furious and dumbstruck but hesitates. “There has to be another way to…” he says cautiously.

“No other way, Mr. Danny,” Andrew says, cutting him off. “You have to do this for your son. It is easy for you. You would be jerking off anyway even without this so there will be no issue for you,” Andrew says calmly.

Andrew doesn’t know it has been a while since Mr. Danny had done that. But this is not the problem.

After thinking he at last agrees. “Okay, kid. I’ll do that,” Mr. Danny says.

“Really?” Andrew asks in excitement. The older man gives him a weird look. “I mean, you are a great father, Mr. Danny.”

The older man turns and is about to close the door, but Andrew stops him. “Where are you going?” he says.

“You can go now. I’ll give you the sample after an hour, but don’t tell Chris about it.”

“What?” Here I convinced him to donate his sperm and now he’s failing my plans, Andrew thinks.

“Is there any problem kid?” he asks.

Andrew comes out of his thoughts. I’ve to do something quickly. He can’t come up with anything, though, and here his eyes were demanding an answer.

“I was saying as it is a Biology project I’ll be needing to assess my subject closely,” Andrew says hurriedly. “I’ve got a log in my backpack where I’ll be writing my analysis, like, what is the length of my subject’s tool, what is his behaviour when he is stroking, what is the behaviour when he has released his juice. I also have to analyse subject’s facial expressions and things like that.”

He flushes and frowns. “What the hell are you saying lad?” Mr. Danny is certainly disgusted. “I wont do that.”

Andrew was expecting it but he’s sure he had hit the nail at right place and presses on. “Then you’ll be responsible for Chris’s bad grades and failure and his unsuccessful future. He’ll be working at some construction place like you after college, Mr. Danny.”

Andrew says it and turns away. He’s really scared because he’s being blatant as hell. That’s why he quickly turned away but still he has a firm belief that Mr. Danny will stop him. He takes slow steps. He can’t see the older man but he definitely knows his dialogue had hit home. He loves his son so much and he will never let Chris lose his grades.

Please stop me Mr. Danny, Andrew prays. Stop me, call me back. He walks few more steps. What are you waiting for? He takes two more steps.

“Stop, kid.” At last. Andrew smiles. Mr. Danny called me out. Andrew turns back and walks towards him.

“Yes, Mr. Danny?” Andrew can see him. There are no frowns. Actually he seems weak. He can see helplessness in his eyes. His cocky attitude has vanished. Now he’s not the regular rude and aggressive Mr. Danny that our entire neighbourhood knew, he’s a helpless father who can’t see his son failing at school, or in his life. Andrew totally has him.

“Okay, kid. I agree. I just don’t want my son’s grade to be down. He is really inspired by your father’ s profession and wants to become a doctor so I’ll do my best to help him out—even making myself ashamed by jerking in front of his friend,” he says.


I was actually feeling bad for him now. I had thought about giving up and leaving, but watching this a rough and aggressive dude feeling helpless, my dick jumped and I continued to follow my plan. But now I was thinking about ways to modify it. In the beginning I came to tease him and humiliate him a bit but now I wanted to make him happy as well. Suddenly I felt like I could take care of this helpless man.

“Are you sure, Mr. Danny? Because it is not going to be a simple procedure and I want your firm response.”

I wanted him to be certain because there was something I hadn’t told him and I wanted to make sure first he agreed to do this.

“Yes, kid, I’m 100 percent sure.” He approved. It was time to reveal.

“So, the procedure, I forgot to explain it. We are left with five days before submitting results and sample. The project has two phases. First is the collection of your sperm and assessing your behaviour. Second will be the tests that we’ll run in our college lab.” Mr. Danny was listening quietly.

“Semen collection is actually the difficult part as tests require copious amount of semen that I can’t collect in one try, plus there are three different methods from which I’m going to perform your milking and whole this will require at least three days which means you are going to jerk off three consecutive days at least.” When I explained this, his jaw fell.

“You didn’t say that before,” he objected.

“You didn’t let me say it. And you can’t refuse as your son’s grades depends on your decision.” I intentionally involved Chris to stop him from changing his mind. He didn’t say anything.

“Should I come in Mr. Danny?” I asked and Mr. Danny after few seconds moved aside to let me enter.

“And one more thing, Mr. Danny. I need your full determination and you’ll follow my every instruction so that we can complete this as soon as possible. I don’t want to see your rude behaviour. Do you understand?” I took charge without letting him realise it.

He nodded his head. “And you are not going to tell anyone, especially Chris, kid. Get it?” he said. I nodded myself.

I entered and told him to come to his room. We came to his room. His room was larger than Chris’s. I put my backpack on the bed. I was really scared because even though I had convinced Mr. Danny this was going to be difficult for me, like taming a bull or a lion.

We both were in the room now. I looked at him. He was towering over me with his large figure. But this entire feeling was amazing. He was standing there helpless and looking damn hot.

“Okay, so let’s start. First, Mr. Danny, you have to take your pants off.”

He hesitated, then reluctantly dropped his jeans. He was wearing black boxers. He paused again, frowning.

“We both are men,” I said to him. He removed his boxers resentfully. He clearly didn’t like the situation he was in. His cock was circumcised, thick and veined, surrounded by a dense patch of dark pubic hair. I was dumb-struck and doesn’t know quite where to look. Truth be told I was in awe of the size of Danny’s tool. It was fitting for a man who was so well built and defined.

“And your short and undershirt,” I said, and he looked at me frowning.

“What does that have to do with the procedure?” Mr. Danny shot back, annoyed.

“I told you, Mr. Danny, you will follow my instructions. I know it is really awkward and annoying for a man like you. But if you want it to be over you must comply,” I said and he unwillingly removed his unbuttoned shirt exposing his wide shoulders and bulging biceps, then the took off the tank top. I was just struck. His two melons with large buttons bounced and his solid six-pack was exposed. I wanted to scratch that wide chest and suck those tits but I couldn’t let my desires take over me yet. It wasn’t time for this now. My cock was hard. He was standing in his full glory exposed and naked. He was smooth and shaven. He looked away and I grabbed my backpack, taking out a measuring tape, pen, and a writing pad.

“Let me measure your tool first.” I took the measuring tape and knelt down at his feet. He was very uncomfortable. He was not looking at me.

“I will take two measures, deflated and stiff.” He didn’t reply. I touched his tool. He shrugged a bit. I put the tape along his soft deflated shaft. He was offended. I measured it. It was perfect 5 inched long. I noted the reading.

“Now I’m going to make you hard, Mr. Danny.”

Not a word. He remained silent. I moved on my knees and slowly rubbed my hand on his tool. He was not looking at me. I smiled. I was going to break his attitude—not break, actually shatter. I squeezed it a bit. He bit his lip. He was enjoying it, definitely. I squeezed harder. His dick responded back. I moved up slowly and quickly brought my hand down giving him a jolt. He clenched his teeth. His dick was getting harder. I continued the slow motion.

“Kid, do it faster. Get it done,” he said.

“Mr. Danny, I’ve got to follow the procedure. Stop complaining and it will be over soon,” I replied sternly. Mr. Danny was clearly offended because he was the one who was always in charge at work and in the home but today he was being controlled, and by a kid. I kept moving my hand up and down, squeezing hard. I looked at his face. He was hiding his feelings. I increased the pace and stroked him for a full 10 minutes. Now he has started breathing heavily. I continued the good work.


Fuck, that feels good.

Andrew was doing a really good job of it, combining a technique of releasing on the upward stroke and squeezing slightly on the downward stroke—slow on the up and quick on the down. My eyes were closed, imagining days long in the past. I had not been with anyone since my wife passed away. How could I enjoy a man’s touch—not a man but a kid’s touch who is my son’s age? It was really embarrassing and humiliating. Andrew could see how close I was to coming, so he stopped suddenly, before I could shoot my load in the jar Andrew was holding in his other hand.

“What the fuck?” I said in frustration.

“My arm is tired. I’m going to have to change hands, Mr. Danny. Plus first let me measure it.”

I was clearly frustrated and not enjoying myself, though my fully erect tool said otherwise. Andrew took the measuring tape and measured my dick again. He wrote 9.5 inches. I felt proud.

I somehow pictured this kid taking my full hard dick in his mouth. What the hell I was thinking?


Andrew is intensely enjoying himself, while keeping a straight face. He pictures taking that cock in his mouth and sucking it until Mr. Harris shoots his load … he is so lost in his fantasy that he slips a stroke.

“Let’s try a little butter as lube, it will go a lot easier. I’m really sorry for the embarrassment, Mr Danny.”

Andrew jumps up, goes to the fridge and returns with the butter. Danny is still hard and gently stroking his chest, rubbing his hands over his firm muscles. Andrew stares at his large suckable nipples in awe but today was not their turn. Andrew starts again, buttered fingers stroking and pumping Danny’s tool like a well oiled machine. This time Andrew is a bit rough and Mr Danny can’t remain silent. He hisses and then gives a slight moan but Andrew hears it in the deep silence in the room. He pumps his dick faster and harder.

Danny cannot resist the pleasure he’s getting after such a long time. Andrew continues it and at last Danny breaks his resistance a bit and moans second time, then a third time and fourth. His eyes are closed and Andrew could satisfy himself just from the erotic and sensual facial expressions he is making.

Andrew feels that now Danny is a bit lost in the pleasure of being stroked he takes a chance and gives Mr Harris a light spank on his firm, well-rounded and hairy buttocks. Danny gives a slight jerk to the sudden sensation but thinks only of getting this embarrassing (and humiliating) situation over for his son. More strokes to his throbbing shaft and another light slap on his butt. He squeezes his butt and caressed it as well like a mother does to his baby. Again a slight ripple, but he doesn’t say anything. Andrew is clearly enjoying himself, slowing down and speeding up his stroking of Danny’s cock. Danny meanwhile is starting to moan and rub himself across the chest, thrusting into Andrew’s cupped fingers now like it’s the real deal. He has given himself over to the moment and succumbing to the intimacy and feelings running like electric currents from his tool to his brain.

“I’m going to cum Andrew, get the jar ready…” he yells at Andrew and a roar starts to grow in his throat. Andrew cannot believe his eyes at the white, hot cum shooting deep into the bottom of the jar while Mr. Harris is convulsing from the release of an intense orgasm. He’s not been one for masturbation, ever. At last he sighs in relief as this humiliation was over.

Andrew, pleased with himself, gets up and is about to “congratulate” Mr Harris when he suddenly slips on some butter and sends the specimen jar flying across the room, emptying its contents. Danny stres Andrew in utter disbelief. How could he make such mistake? he thought. After all the embarrassment and humiliation he wants to give Andrew a punch in the face. They both look at each other.

Andrew did do it on purpose so that he can enjoy himself more, but he acts all innocent. Andrew says, “I’m really really sorry. I don’t know how it happened. All your juice has wasted. We’ll just have to try again. It is for Chris’s assignment, Mr. Harris.”

Danny, having recovered himself from his ordeal, worried that he had secretly enjoyed the orgasm and he didn’t know why. He definitely does not want that humiliation again. But as Andrew mentioned Chris’s name, he was forced to agree.

“I promise it’ll be over in a blink of eye,” Andrew says and Danny, despite being furious and angry at Andrew, calms himself down. He takes a deep breath and makes himself ready for another ordeal.

Andrew takes the older man’s semi-hard dick and strokes it harder and faster. Danny closes his eyes and thinks about all the sexy times with his wife. He gets hard again. He used to have a high sex drive when his wife was alive and always shot copious loads.

With one hand Andrew is stroking his dick faster and harder and rougher, and with other hand he takes the opportunity to spank his butt harder this time. Danny notices it but ignores it as he just focuses on cumming fast. Andrew again does the same thing and spanks his other cheek harder.

“Don’t do that,” Danny says.

“You enjoyed it, Mr. Danny. If you want to cum then moan louder and enjoy everything I’m doing to you without saying a word,” Andrew says.

This distracts Danny and his dick became semi hard again. He just wants to overcome this and continued with his fantasies ignoring whatever Andrew is doing. His dick rises again. Andrew spanks his cheek again. Danny ignores it. Andrew continues to stroke faster and spank harder. He spanks him about six times and all the hard spanks are making his butt cheeks red.

Now Danny is actually liking the spanking and he remembers his father giving him spanking when he was a kid. This scenario makes his dick super hard and he is about to cum.

“Gimme the jar,” Danny demands and Andrew gives it to him. Danny doesn’t want him to make same mistake again.

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, kid,” Danny exclaims in joy. Actually he says this loudly as he explodes six loads of cum. Danny is breathing fast. He cannot believe Danny can cum this much at his age, twice.

Danny puts the lid on the jar and closes it, giving it to Andrew.

“Now take it and get lost,” Danny has became the old aggressive man again. Andrew is a bit scared. He puts on the clothes and quickly packs his bag and leaves the house.

Danny cannot believe that what happened today. He tries to review the situation. How did he let a kid do that? He cannot believe it. He goes to his bathroom to take a shower and wash off his mess.


Dear reader,

Master Primus instructed me to write this on his behalf, to share his experience and show my obedience to him, my new Master. Master Primus invites any muscle bottoms and tops for online training

pup-writer


Note: This was a collab-written chapter. Further chapters will be written by my other slave.—Master Primus


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