Submitting to the Pool Boy
This short story was originally written for a writing competition (it came in second place). It is intended to stand alone and is not part of my wider series. The story contains bondage, chastity and TPE (Total Power Exchange) if that bothers you please stop reading here. All characters are age 18 or older and consent to all actions taken.
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Submitting to the Pool Boy
I was laying back on the lounger, enjoying the shaded part of my backyard while listening to the artificial waterfall and letting the beads of moister on my skin and board shorts evaporate in the hot desert air. I never thought I would own my own house and retire at twenty-four, but my unplanned success as a tech influencer made that and more possible.
I closed my eyes running a hand down my thin, geek-like body, fondling with my semi hard cock still wet from the swim when I heard the gate open, and the pool boy walked into my yard. I had forgotten it was Tuesday and, still unused to being a homeowner, I let my arm go limp, faking being asleep, instinctively feeling like I was a kid caught doing something wrong. I peeked out the corner of my eye and saw the pool boy walk in carrying his skimmer and a tackle box full of chemicals and tools.
His short blond hair was nearly white from exposure to the sun, and he kept it shaved on one side in the skater boy style. The boyish face and blond head sat atop an eighteen-year-old body sculpted into a lean swimmer's build and covered in flawless tanned skin. He was wearing button fly denim shorts that were ripped in places showing glimpses of his butter smooth pale skin underneath where the sun didn't kiss him. He was wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt with a low-cut neckline that had lines of sweat on the front and back from being in the hot midday sun.
Pretending to be asleep I kept sneaking glances as he circled the pool cleaning and testing it. I watched as he paused to stretch, removing his shirt, showing his sinewy lean hard muscles glisten in the sun. As my glance went longer then intended, I thought I saw him catch me looking before I quickly closed my eyes. Oh, fuck I thought, did he really see me watching him? Keeping my eyes closed I heard wet footsteps approaching. When the smell of chlorine and his intense sweaty body odor grew stronger I knew for sure I was caught.
His voice was deeper than what I expected to come out of his pretty boy twink body when he commanded me, "Open your eyes I know you're awake."
Meekly I obeyed and looked up at the sculpted body of the pool boy hovering over me, glaring down with his arms crossed over his bare chest. The expression on his face was one I had seen on every authority figure who was ever disappointed in me. Except this time that face of disappointment was carved onto the pool boy's pretty boyish face. Belatedly I realized my hand was still down my shorts and I pulled it out as I blushed a deep red in embarrassment.
"You paid for a pool servicing. Servicing the pool boy is extra!" His voice oozed confidence. At his insistence I unlocked my phone and immediately sent him the substantial extra payment he demanded while trying to apologize. "That will do as a down payment, now sit on your hands fag!" His words hit me as hard as a slap, but I obeyed as he straddled me and sat down on my lap. I notice the top two buttons on his denim shorts were already open and I saw the outline of an impressive cock straining against the half open button fly.
Strong hands grabbed my head as he pushed his hips forward. I kept my hands pinned under me feeling completely under his control as I followed his commands and used my teeth to tug on the denim corner of his shorts pulling the fly fully open. The hairless fat twink cock slapped my face as it sprung out. With practiced ease he rammed the thick meat into my mouth. Possessing an absolute belief that he is my superior he took ownership of my mouth and throat using them for his own phallic pleasures.
He took his time sitting on me and fucking my mouth hole one hand holding the back of my head. His free hand explored my thin body under him, twisting my nipples, making me groan with his cock deep in my mouth, and slapping my flat chest hard enough to leave hand shaped red marks.
My vision was hazy in my state of utter euphoria as he controlled me when I saw him check his watch. "I got other appointments cock sucker." He growled humiliating me before arching his back and firing his pool boy juice down my throat.
Stray droplets of his cum were still running down my chin when he reaches into his tackle box and pulled out a short length of chain with metal tag hanging off it. Using a padlock, he secured it to my neck before reading the number on the tag. "Ok number 5 you just subscribed to my premier serving the pool boy package, I will be stopping by twice a week from now on so be ready and make sure that ass is cleaned inside and out."
As he stood up collecting his things, he turned back to me, "Oh and don't you dare argue over my fees, I am worth it cock sucker." I sat there stunned, the weight of the chain collar heavy on my neck as I watched him leave, belatedly realizing sometime later I was still sitting on my hands.
True to his word I received a text on Friday telling me to be ready for his arrival. There was no pretense of cleaning my pool anymore instead he began training me on what it was like to be a submissive slave to dominate twink master. I had never realized that is what I desired but I felt complete and found joy when pleasuring and obeying him.
Each visit he would push me a little further testing and molding the limits of my desires. After a month, the chain collar was replaced by tight steel ring on my neck that could not be hidden under a shirt, and he began locking my cock away in a chastity cage. Over the next weeks we grew closer, and I accepted him as more than just a dominate for hire, but instead I saw him as my master and owner.
Within two months he moved in taking over my house, I willingly slept in a locked cage at the foot of what used to be my bed knowing it was what he wanted. His domination went beyond the sexual as I granted him total power over what used to be my life. I don't remember the exact moment it happened, but I was no longer the successful tech geek influencer ready to retire at twenty-four, I instead became an object, the property of my former pool boy.
The pool boy, with his dominant demeanor, demanded an extra payment, asserting that servicing the pool was his job, not a part of the agreed upon pool service. His eerie confidence was a stark contrast to his pretty boy twink appearance.
As I submitted to his demands, I began to realize the pool boy wasn't just a service provider, but a dominant figure who demanded total power exchange (TPE). The BDSM dynamic between us was clear as he took control, using me for his phallic pleasures.
In the world of twinkdom, I willingly surrendered my agency, becoming his submissive male slave. I was no longer in charge of my own life; instead, I was an object, property to be dominated and controlled by the Pool Boy.
My journey into the realm of gay BDSM was marked by the chain collar he gifted me, symbolizing my submission. The chastity cage further cemented my submission, ensuring my desires were controlled by him.
As I continued to submit to his commands, I found joy in pleasuring and obeying him. In the dominant twink, I had found my master, my owner, living out my deepest desires within the realm of BDSM.