Moving in. New experiences
Moving to a new city always brings a wealth of new opportunities. But starting over requires a lot of effort. It's not easy. And the first arduous task is getting everything into the new home.
Ryker has never minded working hard. His body is built to give it his all, all the time, but that doesn't stop him from wondering, in the middle of the move, if he should have chosen a less hot day.
But Ryker wasn't one to spend his life questioning his decisions, that's for people who lack self-confidence. Ryker has chosen that day to move, and he is going to finish it, no matter what, even if he is going to end drenched in sweat.
Just a few meters away, the scene is completely different.
Alan is having a normal, ordinary day. He arrived at the office early, did the same monotonous work he does every morning, and at exactly 10:20, he took a break to get a takeaway coffee from his usual café. A cloned day, identical to all the working days of his life.
But that has just changed.
As he walks back from the cafeteria to his office, Alan has just run into Ryker in the middle of his move and, since then, he hasn't been able to take another step.
Alan just stood there, watching Ryker go in and out of the building to bring in more moving boxes. Alan's coffee had gone cold, and his break had ended 20 minutes earlier. But still, he can't bring himself to leave, or even finish his coffee.
And his pants have started to get tighter.
But, after standing there watching Ryker come and go multiple times, something unexpected happens.
"Damn it, man." Ryker says, looking directly into Alan's eyes. Alan is surprised, not because he saw him, since Alan stands out a lot standing there in the middle of the sidewalk, but because Ryker speaks to him, acknowledging his existence.
"If you're going to enjoy the show that much…" Ryker continues, staring directly at Alan's crotch and then back into his eyes. "You're going to pay for your ticket big time." Ryker nods toward the moving boxes piled up on the sidewalk. "Start grabbing boxes and taking them into my apartment. Now."
Those words… that command snapped Alan out of his 'paralysis'. Alan wants to say something, but Ryker has already disappeared behind the door. Although, to be honest, Alan isn't sure what he would have said.
Without wasting a single second, Alan puts his cold takeaway coffee on the floor, picks up one of the moving boxes, and ventures inside the building.
Why is he doing that? Why is he listening to… or rather, obeying this man he doesn't know and has never seen before? Alan doesn't know… but he doesn't care. He's captivated by Ryker, he wants to please him, he wants to do his bidding… if Ryker wants Alan to carry his boxes to the apartment, he will.
In the brick corridors of the industrial building, Alan crosses paths with Ryker again. Ryker walks past without even noticing the office worker, but when they're a few steps apart, Ryker speaks abruptly over his shoulder.
"Apartment 5-A. Top floor. Don't break anything."
"Y-yes, sir." Alan responds automatically, speaking for the first time in almost an hour. He has not even realized that up until that moment he didn't know which apartment or floor to take the boxes to.
Passing so close to Ryker in such a confined space, Alan catches a whiff of the man's scent for the first time. It is intense, a mixture of sweat and raw testosterone, but far from being unpleasant, it makes Alan's pants feel tighter around the crotch.
The scene repeats itself over and over. Both men carrying boxes on a hot day. Neither of them says a word. At most, Ryker nods at Alan when he sees him carrying an extra-heavy box, which, for some reason, means a lot to Alan.
The day wears on and the men sweat more and more. Alan has taken off his jacket… he doesn't even remember where he left it, nor does he care. His sweaty shirt feels almost like a second skin.
By now, Alan can no longer lie to himself and admits that Ryker drives him wild. Sometimes, in some corner of his mind, a little voice tells him that what's happening isn't normal, that he has a girlfriend, that he's never been attracted to men…
"Uhn... oh fu...."
But as soon as he crosses paths with Ryker again, his powerful musk, enhanced by hours of sweat, invades Alan's nostrils. The little voice is silenced and forgotten, while Alan's manhood throbs prisoner in his pants.
Alan doesn't know what time it is, but he knows he must have already missed the rest of his shift at the office, and lunch with a client, but he couldn't care less.
The hours pass.
The move is finally over, and Ryker shares some cold beers with Alan, sitting in the apartment full of boxes. Ryker talks about his ideas for the place. Alan mostly agrees with Ryker, and sometimes even suggests some ideas, surprised at how clearly he speaks, but the truth is his brain is bathed in a sea of pheromones and sweat, so close to Ryker.
When Alan tastes the beer, he wonders what Ryker's sweat will taste like… he doesn't have the answer yet, but he's sure it would taste much better.
Suddenly, Ryker stands up.
"It's time to get rid of this. Uhn!"
Grunting with effort, Ryker takes off his shirt, which, soaked with sweat, is practically glued to his torso.
Alan is overcome with sadness. With the move complete, Ryker no longer needs him. He'll probably go take a shower and expect Alan isn't there when he gets out.
Discouraged, Alan heads towards the door.
"Where the fuck are you going?" Ryker asks in demanding tone.
"I... I..."
But before Alan can utter a word, Ryker corners him against a wall, imposing his body on Alan's.
"You wouldn't think of leaving without permission, would you? I am not done with you yet." Ryker's voice still sounded demanding, but it was tinged with a seductive tone.
"I... I... no... no, sir... s... sorry..." Alan answered, stuttering.
With Ryker so close, his cock was throbbing so hard.
"You did well today..."
Then Ryker puts his hand on the back of Alan's neck, bringing their faces closer until their lips touch.
"You want more?" Ryker whispers directly into Alan's mouth.
"Y-yes... please, sir..."
"I could make you feel like you've never dreamed of... but…"
Although Ryker has made a pause, Alan notices how his lips continue to move against his own, as if reciting silent words directly into Alan's mouth… directly into the center of his being…
"You have to answer a question first…"
"...Sir?"
At that point, Alan's cock was throbbing so hard he couldn't understand why he wasn't cumming right there. It was as if it was about to explode, but something was holding it back.
"It's a very important question… are you ready?"
Ryker continues speaking with his lips brushing against Alan's.
"Y... yes, sir..."
"Then, are you a good boy?"
"Y... yes, sir..."
"Are you MY good boy?"
"Yes, sir!" Alan felt the urge to answer with determination.
And finally, Ryker kisses him.
A wave of pleasure runs through Alan's body.
Alan feels no aversion or need to reject it. Instead, he receives the kiss with eagerness and surrender. It's the first time a man has kissed him, and it's the best kiss of his life.
Soon Alan responds with similar passion, placing his hands on Ryker's body for the first time.
It feels so right.
Alan finally understands why his cock hasn't come yet. He's Ryker's good boy, and it would never occur to him to cum without his permission.
The hours pass.
Alan discovers new forms of pleasure with Ryker that he had never imagined possible. He gives himself to Ryker completely, and Ryker rewards him handsomely.
Night falls, and both men collapse onto Ryker's bare mattress.
Alan is perfectly aware that he has not only missed the rest of the morning of work and lunch with a client, but he has also missed dinner with his girlfriend.
His phone has probably been ringing nonstop all day with calls from his boss and his girlfriend, but he can't even remember where he left his phone, or his jacket.
And he couldn't care less.
It's been almost an hour since Ryker fell asleep after hours of sex, and ever since he did, he hasn't stopped putting his arm around Alan, as if Alan were his teddy bear. But Alan is still awake in a state of sexual intoxication. He has never felt so good, so desired, so eager to please another person.
Alan doesn't know what his life will be like from now on, but he's not worried because there's one thing he's absolutely certain of, and it's the only thing that matters to him:
Alan is Ryker's good boy.
