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Two Good Neighbors Ch. 05

Author's Note: I am currently thinking this might go to about 8 chapters before I end the story. I have a pretty good idea of how I want the story to conclude. Something of a happy ending. I also have some ideas for what will happen in between Chapter 5 and the end, so hopefully I can post Chapter 6 within a week or two.

As always, if you have suggestions feel free to offer them.


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Roberts groaned in his sleep. He was riding a small sailing ship by himself. It was so warm out and there was no one else around. The waters were pure and calm and allowed the ship to pitch and roll gently in the small waves.

Suddenly, someone grabbed at his wrist and pulled his body and then gaze away from the water. To Roberts' great surprise, the hand belong to some hot guy wearing nothing but a skimpy speedo.

He was skinny and his skin was lightly tanned and looked smooth and soft. Roberts moaned and his eyes widened with shock as the scantily-clad man pulled him into an embrace and started kissing him hard.

While that was happening, two more pretty men appeared on his flanks, both wearing speedo suits as well. They all had surfer bodies. The two new arrivals tugged down his shorts and then started double-teaming his rapidly-inflating tool for a couple minutes, causing Roberts to gasp and groan around the tongue penetrating his mouth.

Then the man kissing him stopped and turned his body before bending over the boat railing. He looked back at Roberts over one shoulder and smiled with pearly teeth as he tugged his swimsuit from his hips, sending it to the deck of the ship.

He spread his cheeks with one hand, revealing a perfect, shaved asshole and winked at Roberts. Roberts grinned lustfully and wondered if he was lubed enough to slide right in. One of the guys kneeling in front of him was absolutely going to town on his dick while the other played with his balls...

Roberts opened his eyes and saw a ceiling. He was in his bedroom. The dream had seemed so real and he felt briefly depressed upon realizing that it had not been real. As he so often did with dreams, he tried to will himself back into it.

Then he moaned and felt something sucking his dick for real. It all clicked in the next second and he looked down to see Kyle kneeling between his legs and blowing him. He had almost forgotten about his current life situation in his post-dream haze.

Roberts smiled as he saw the maid head piece and Kyle's skirt-covered rear sticking up in the air behind him. This reality was better than the dream for now.

Kyle looked up and saw that Roberts was awake and smiled with his eyes. Kyle's eyes looked beautiful this morning, especially with his newly darkened and thickened eyelashes.

-----Kyle Perspective-----

Kyle groaned around his Master's cock. He had finally woken him up. He could feel himself leaking from the tip of his hard cock as it brushed against the skirt of his outfit.

Having his lips stretched open lewdly by the warm dick in front of him was just so pleasurable. It was driving him crazy. With a small motion of his tongue he licked up some precum that dribbled from his Master's cock.

The outfit had been an improvisation. Kyle really had not had anything in mind when he put the clothes on. He just saw them in his Master's kitchen when he walked in through the backyard and felt like he had to put them on. He had needed to put them on.

The stockings had gone on first, then the heels, then the skirt, top, and head piece. Once he had them all on a positive feeling surged through his body.

The panties he had been wearing he left behind on the counter because they were not part of the outfit there. It had made sense at the time to leave them.

Once he had donned the clothing, he saw that there was some lipstick and mascara where the clothes had been as well. He grabbed both and clacked carefully to the nearest bathroom in his heels.

Once inside, he had viewed his reflection in the mirror and applied the lipstick firmly around his mouth. It was a subtle red color. Kyle thought he might not even have realized he was wearing it other than the fact that it made his lips appear wet and glossy in the light.

Next the turned his attention the mascara and carefully applied it to his eyelashes until they were full. The black really stood out judging from his appearance in the mirror. Kyle left the bathroom after turning the light out and put the makeup back where he had found it.

He hadn't thought about what he was doing the entire time in the bathroom. It had just been action. Kyle had never worn makeup before but both the mascara and lip gloss had been right there with the outfit and he had put the outfit on so it just made sense to put the makeup on too since they were all clearly linked.

He snapped back to reality and focused on the delicious treat in his mouth. Using his tongue like he was licking a fat ice cream cone, he wiggled it all around his Master's shaft, eliciting another moan of pleasure from his Master.

His Master was starting to buck into his mouth, and moments later Kyle felt a strong hand on the back of his head, forcing his nose into his Master's fuzzy crotch.

Seconds later, warm, delicious cum was splashing against the back of his mouth and oozing down his throat as he swallowed obediently. His Master produced such yummy cum.

----Mark Roberts Perspective-----

Roberts let out a sigh of relief as he started cumming into his neighbor's wet, willing mouth. He smiled as he saw Kyle's eyes widen in surprise and continued holding Kyle's head down firmly around his shaft as he finished cumming.

When he stopped, he removed his hand and Kyle bobbed up and down a few more times to try and clean any remaining cum before sliding his lips off. Roberts' shrinking dick popped from Kyle's mouth, leaving a trail of saliva hanging between the tip and his lips.

A quiet sigh escaped Roberts' mouth as he engaged in a full body stretch. What an amazing way to be woken up and to start the day. He could get used to this!

While Kyle had been blowing him, Roberts had closed his eyes again and imagined that the two of them were on the dream sailboat, except instead of a speedo Kyle was wearing a skimpy sky blue bikini. Fantasy Kyle had been kissing him and then blowing him and then Kyle had bent over the rail and smiled over his shoulder, lowering his swim bottoms and spreading his...

Roberts opened his eyes again and sat up slowly. If he thought about that he might get hard again. He wanted to draw out his pleasure, which would surely not happen if he ended up cumming again so soon into the day.

He grinned at Kyle. The neighbor boy had gone ahead and put on the mascara, that much was obvious. The look was hot as fuck and it accentuated his eyes which were already stunning and adorable. He was pretty sure Kyle had put the lipstick on too because his lips looked a little redder and shinier. Or maybe that was just the saliva from the blowjob.

Roberts scratched his stomach and swiveled his body to get out of bed. With both feet on the cool wood floor, he hoisted himself up. Kyle carefully extricated himself from the covers and stood up too. As Roberts looked at Kyle his mind was only thinking about two subjects:

One, Kyle made an incredible maid.

Two, maybe he ought to consider a sailboat in the future.

"Green pine cones. When you wake up, I will suggest that you become my maid. You might resist at first, but when I tell you the reasons why I think you should become my maid it will become clear to you that I'm right. Once I wear you down, you will ask me what your daily duties and your uniform will be. You will accept both without question. You will not mind being dressed up like a girly maid or wearing makeup. You will just see it as part of your uniform and not worry about how stereotypically feminine it is. You will find that cleaning and cooking for me turns you on and makes you feel good and horny. Wake up."

-----Kyle Perspective-----

"Thank you for letting me suck your dick again Master. I feel less guilty now," said Kyle sweetly. It was really so nice of him.

"No problem. By the way, would you like to become my maid?"

What? That was a very peculiar question. Kyle eyed his Master curiously.

"Uhmm, the thought hadn't crossed my mind, what makes you ask, Master?" he said.

"It just seemed like you wanted to be."

"What do you mean?"

"Well for one, you dressed up like a maid today before coming to suck my dick."

Kyle looked down at himself. Heels, stockings, a skirt and top, both black and white like a stereotypical french maid might wear. He hadn't thought about it before.

"It was just kind of a spur of the moment thing, Master," he explained. "I wasn't trying to dress like a maid."

"I think you were."

Kyle blanked out for a few moments. He blinked slowly. Had he blanked out or had it just been a second? Kyle frowned. Was his Master right? He tried to think back.

He remembered entering the house from the backyard and seeing the clothes and makeup on the counter. Right away he had decided he wanted to put it all on and dress like a slutty maid. Wait. Was that what had happened? Was he remembering wrong?

"I'm not sure..."

He felt himself spacing out again and as he snapped back to reality he chided himself for being so distracted. It was the morning though.

No, wait, he definitely remembered thinking that he wanted to look like a slutty maid. Once the thought had entered his mind he had become very turned on. He had hoped that he could turn his Master on with the outfit as well.

And there had been a quiet voice in the back of his mind whispering that maybe his Master would want him as a maid once he saw how hot Kyle looked as a slutty maid. Did that really prove that he wanted to be a maid for his Master though?

"Well you are right that I wanted to dress up like a slutty maid. The idea of dressing like a maid has turned me on for a long time. I really wanted to turn you on as well because I hoped if I could turn you on enough I might get lucky and get asked to be your maid."

"Are you sure Kyle? You really want to dress like this?"

"Yes I really have wanted to dress like a slutty maid but I didn't know if you would actually want me to be your maid." There, that made sense. He stared at his Master's face to see how he would respond.

"Well, I'm sure you would make an excellent maid. It would help satisfy your apparent need to submit to a man."

Kyle closed his eyes, just for a moment to gather his thoughts. It felt longer than a moment but he knew it had only been for a moment. It was confusing. He vowed to get to bed earlier tonight.

"When I was younger I always used to fantasize about one day becoming your maid and submitting to a man. I've always wanted to serve you since I knew you. I wanted to suck your dick so badly and to help around the home.

I even got a bunch of toys, dildos and vibrators and used them to pretend I was blowing someone and I even toyed with my ass, fucking myself and imagining it was a man between my legs instead. I would fantasize about how much better it would feel to kneel and suck an actual cock and to bend over like a girl and feel an actual penis fucking me. I knew if I became your maid and did a good job you might reward me and I could experience both pleasures all the time."

Kyle closed his eyes and tried to focus. That didn't sound really sound right, and yet he had just said it. Yes, he really wanted to be submissive for another man and had bought toys to play with his mouth and ass, but the other part couldn't be right.

He thought back to before college. He remembered wishing he could be a maid for his Master. Wait, had he even known his Master back then let alone met him?

He stopped thinking as he spaced out for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked at his Master. Kyle bit his lip. He had to have known his Master back then. How else could he have wanted to become his submissive maid?

He felt his cock jump and drip a bit as he thought back to the nights of playing with himself, sucking on one of his dildos and wondering what it might be like to suck a real cock, like his Master's.

Kyle had lived part of his fantasy already. He had sucked his Master's cock, twice now in fact. He almost licked his lips as he hoped he would get to many more times. It had been so much better than blowing the toy.

Averting his eyes, Kyle stared at his Master's delicious cock. He thought about all the times he had fantasized about having it inside him. If he became his Master's maid, he could suck his Master's cock all the time and if he was a really obedient, submissive maid for him he might get fucked by a real cock instead of a fake one. Blowing a real one had been so much better. Sex with a real one had to be even more amazing...

"If you're still confused, what name do you always call me?"

"Master...?" Kyle had a flash of understanding about the word. "But... It's... It's just a nickname Master."

"No Kyle, I don't think it is just a nickname. It is an indication of how submissive you truly are. Your subconscious has wanted to obey a master for so long now. You must want to be my maid even if you haven't fully caught up to your subconscious yet."

Kyle looked back up at his Master. He was right about everything. It all made sense now. Kyle briefly wondered how could he have been so foolish as to almost reject the possibility of being a maid for him. It was his dream to submit to his Master!

"You're right, I've always wanted to be your maid. Sorry for being thick-headed," said Kyle, his mind made up. "Could I please be your maid Master?" he smiled sweetly.

"Of course, I thought you wanted to."

Kyle felt butterflies in his stomach. This was so exciting. His life dream had been realized, he was going to be his Master's maid! He laughed and clapped his hands.

"Please tell me what my uniform will be and what my duties will be. I just want to serve and assist you!"

"For your duties, you will continue to wake me up with a blowjob every morning. You did a great job today."

"Thank you Master," Kyle said, blushing from the praise. He was already doing so well!

"After you swallow my cum, we will go to the kitchen and you will prepare breakfast for me. Once I've started eating, you will attend to your cleaning chores. I'll give you a typed list of what rooms to clean each day so you're not just cleaning the same things constantly before they get any mess or dust. I'll have you clean up the dog's area each day though since Alfredo is always shedding. Also, as my maid, you will be expected to wait hand and foot on me as required. I may use your body however I wish at any time. Understand so far?"

Kyle nodded. This was very exciting. The thought of his Master using his body for his pleasure made him shiver with delight. Maybe his Master would fuck him and finally allow Kyle to see how much better a real cock was.

"As for your uniform, everything you are wearing now is now part of your uniform. Nice and slutty."

Kyle smiled. He had wanted to dress up like a slutty maid, it just made sense. He was glad his Master liked his slutty maid outfit.

"You will continue to shave your body hair as you have been as well. Mascara and the lip gloss are also required. When you are not in my home, you may dress normally, but I want you always wearing the mascara and lip gloss from now on except for sleeping because it makes you look hot."

Kyle blushed at that. He had never worn makeup before, but if his Master wanted it from now on Kyle would wear it all the time. What better reason could there be than his Master thinking it made him look hot? Turning his Master on was among his top priorities now.

"You will also wear a collar from now on. You will be wearing it anytime you are not being seen in public. You may not remove it without permission so if you want it off you must ask me to take it off. It will have your name tag on it."

His Master held up a black collar. Kyle saw that a metal tag was dangling from the front that read:

"Kyle, Property of Mark Roberts."

"Master? Are you..." began Kyle, feeling suddenly confused at why his Master wanted him to wear a collar. He didn't feel so sure about this.

Kyle don't have time to finish his sentence before he lost his train of thought. He blinked a few times as he remembered where he was. He realized he had not completed his sentence!

"Are you... sure I can't wear it in public? I'm very glad to be your maid!" He loved the collar, it was so beautiful. His Master was so thoughtful to get him a nametag.

Robert smiled a little at that.

"Maybe if you really want to," his Master said as he slid it around Kyle's neck and buckled it in place. Kyle liked the feeling of it.

He didn't know maids wore collars but a name tag was pretty important. It just felt so right around his neck. The tightness around his neck really amplified his desire to submit to his Master.

"Finally, you will have a vibrator in your ass as the last piece of your uniform. You may not remove it without permission and you may not cum from now on without permission. It will help keep you horny and will satisfy your hungry ass because I know you are such a needy gay bottom."

His Master brandished a large black vibrator and pointed at the bed. Understanding the meaning, Kyle bent over the bed, using his hands to prop himself up. His Master slid his skirt up and applied some lube and slid the vibrator inside of him. It was quite large and thick and really filled him up.

He couldn't help but moan as it slid deeper. His Master was right, he was such a slutty gay bottom that he needed a vibrator in his hungry ass to keep him horny. Once it was all the way in, his Master flicked it on and it started buzzing noisily. Kyle gasped and shivered from pleasure.

"Alright, let's head to the kitchen."

"Yes Master, good idea!" said Kyle, straightening up slowly as the toy worked its magic on him. He took the lead and clopped to the kitchen with his Master close behind. Once in the kitchen, his Master sat down at the counter.

"What would you care for this morning Master?"

"How about something easy like some eggs and toast? You can find both in the fridge easily. Pans are already on the stove."

"Right away Master!"

He went to the fridge and quickly found the ingredients. His Master wanted two eggs and two slices of toast. The bread he quickly tossed in the toaster oven before putting the bag back in the fridge.

Then he turned the stove on and let it heat a little before greasing the pan with some coconut oil. Finally he split the two eggs and started them cooking.

His Master had stood up and come up behind him. Kyle shivered as he felt his Master's warm, strong hands sliding up his thighs and going under his skirt.

Kyle gasped and his legs buckled a little as his Master started gently stroking his penis under the skirt.

Kyle grunted and humped against his Master's slowly moving hand. A loud smack rang through the kitchen as his Master spanked him hard. Two more hard spanks followed.

"Bad boy, focus on my breakfast. No humping, got it?"

"Yes Master," said Kyle, ending the sentence with a needy moan as his Master started stroking gently again. Between the vibrator going wild in his horny gay ass and the hand teasing his cock, Kyle found it nearly impossible to focus on the eggs. Somehow he resisted humping against the hand that held him to increase the stimulation.

By the time the eggs were done, the toast had already finished. Kyle gathered both items onto a large plate and handed them to his Master who had returned to the counter.

Kyle grinned and felt fuzzy with pride that he had been such a good maid and hadn't wiggled any further after his Master had reprimanded him.
As his Master dug in, he ordered Kyle to start cleaning. Kyle strutted away, happy to get started. He hoped dearly that he would do a good job. His Master had mentioned that if Kyle did a good cleaning that he might be rewarded with a milking.

It took about an hour and a half to do the day's cleaning assigned to him. By the end, he was feeling close to breaking a sweat despite his limited clothing.

Kyle found his Master in the living room, watching television. Kyle waited anxiously behind his Master as he checked all of Kyle's work. He had nothing to fear though, as his Master pat him on the head and told him he had done a good job.

Kyle was bubbling with excitement as he followed his Master back to the living room. His dick had been dribbling precum into his skirt the entire time. Cleaning had just made him feel so much hornier than normal for some reason. It was like every little thing that he cleaned shot pleasure through his body. He desperately wanted a good milking to take the edge off.

"Okay, bend over the table Kyle, that's a good maid..."

Kyle bent over with his hands on the table to prop himself up. His Master lifted his skirt to his stomach and grabbed the vibrator and started to fuck Kyle with it. Kyle gasped and threw back his head, moaning like a whore as his ass was milked.

It didn't take long to feel like he was about to cum. He couldn't seem to quite reach the tipping point to actually start cumming, however. It wasn't until his Master told him to cum that his dick started twitching and firing cum all over the glass table. The orgasm had been completely worth it. He felt like his balls had been emptied entirely and his need was abated.

His Master pushed the vibrator all the way back in his ass and pulled Kyle's skirt down and then pointed at the cum-covered table.

"Just clean that up and you are off maid duty for the day Kyle. Remember, we only use tongues in this house to clean up cum. Anything else is unsanitay. I expect you to report back after dinner to blow me again. You won't be on the clock as my maid but I'll probably want one anyway. No uniform needed."

"Yes Master! I will report on time."

Kyle grinned happily and lowered his face to the table and started licking his cum off carefully. He had almost been ready to clean it up with a tissue or napkin. It was good his Master had told him how to take care of the mess before he made a blunder.

After the mess was clean and safe in his stomach, they both walked to the backdoor. Kyle took off his uniform and put his panties back on. The collar and vibrator stayed because his Master had not told Kyle to take them off.

As he was saying his goodbyes to his Master, he felt himself go blank for a moment. He blinked a few times to clear his mind and then waved before starting to walk back to his place.

As he entered through the screen door, his mind suddenly jumped to his milking. He found himself fantasizing that his Master had decided to milk him with his cock instead.

Kyle instantly grew hard. He saw himself on all fours, getting fucked by his Master, riding his Master like a slut, and lying on his back and getting railed hard.

The thoughts just kept growing stronger through the night and he had a gut feeling that tomorrow if he was helpful and obedient that he might get the fucking he had been desiring for years.

Maybe his Master would be generous if he begged...
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