Home to Fire Island

“Yes, show him a bit of that fear, but don’t think you’ve lost control. You can control him by the way you react to his attentions, what you impel him to do next. You can keep him on a high of thinking he has complete control, that you are completely at his mercy. Use your fear and your sense of innocence—and the trust you have shown in him, your willingness to be helpless under him—to control him. Show me that in the way you respond to my kiss . . . there, yes, like that. Feel the effect of that kiss—what you showed me in that kiss—in the change in my cock inside you. Yes, very nice. Don’t ever think—or let yourself be—helpless with a man.”

He hadn’t finished Danny that way. “Just want you to get a feel for it and be able to figure out beforehand how you’re going to make the guy feel good doing it—to want to pay to come back for another taste of you.”

He hadn’t left Danny undone, though. After Sam released Danny, he’d turned the young man on his back and spread his legs and fucked him while he looked down into Danny’s eyes. He did it slow, giving Danny a lot of love. And Danny could tell that Sam was fucking him because he wanted him. Danny began to practice what Sam had told him to do to control a man. Danny moaned and clutched at Sam’s buttocks, arched his back, and opened his mouth in a silent scream of being overwhelmed. And Danny smiled inside as he felt Sam strengthen in size and intensity inside him, tighten his embrace, and begin to pant hard—panting harder for Danny because of how the young man was manipulating him.

Danny tightened his channel on Sam’s throbbing cock, something Danny only recently had learned he could control. The young man slowly began to move his hips in rhythm with the fuck, increasing the intensity as if it was an involuntary reaction Danny couldn’t control because Sam was cocking him so masterfully. Danny lolled his head to the side, and whimpered, “Oh, yes, Daddy, cream me.” And he felt the victory of control as Sam did just that and collapsed on top of him with a deep groan.

There was no doubt that Danny was learning the power of control.