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When Michael said that changes would happen he wasn't sure what they would be . Until the event of the other night he hadn't even considered himself to be that dominant. A top yes, but a Dom or a Sir not really, and he certainly couldn't see him self as a Master. After ensuring that James had eaten his dinner, he told the older man to go to bed. He found it quite odd that there had been no resistance. After all he was a lodger, someone who James could easily ask to move out. As Michael looked round the room, some ideas formed in his head. He just needed to work out how they would come to fruition.
James lay in his bed, he was wide awake , he turned to look at his clock it was coming up to 6 am. Was yesterday an aberration, a one off or was it the start of something new He was unsure which of these options would be preferable, but he had enjoyed obeying the younger man's orders. Just as he did when his Master / husband was alive. He was about to reach for his dick when his bedroom door opened.
Michael was standing there, he was ready for the gym, however his shorts were lowered "I've got bladder that needs emptying. You can either swallow it or that ,mattress is going to get very wet." James jumped out of bed and was on he knees, he opened his mouth, and allowed Michael to slide his cock inside. The warm liquid trickled down his gullet. He rubbed his head against Michaels inner thigh as he did so, like a puppy nuzzling against its owner.
Michael pulled out his dick and flicked the last remaining drops in the older man's face. Be ready by the time I'm back. I will have more of that for you.
James' didn't respond, as yet more feelings of submission rushed over him . There was no point in going back to bed, so he got up showered and went about getting some breakfast. Although he generally didn't cook this meal for Michael, he felt that this morning it was the right thing to do.
He was busy in the kitchen and didn't hear the door close. "I thought I said be ready by the time I return" Michael was talking on the hoof , and he knew it but wanted to see where this would go. He had no need to piss, but an instruction was an instruction. "Come here" James approached him, and as soon as he was in touching distance he grabbed him and stuffed his face into his arm pit. "When I say be ready, be ready. Is that my breakfast" James nodded. "Good, I'm hungry"
James ate his breakfast silently looking at Michael. Did Michael know what he was doing? James wasn't convinced that he was, but he hoped that the younger would somehow work out that what he was yearning for was domination and the chance to properly submit, not some kind of play acting.
Michael left the kitchen to get showered, James was left to do the washing up. Fifteen minutes later "Come up here I've got an idea" James hurried upstairs. Michael was in James's bedroom. "I've been thinking this room's far to big you, and mine is too small for me. From now on this is mine." Michael walked out and headed to what had been his room, they walked in. "And this is now yours" Michael's room was quite sparse possession wise, a TV, and a laptop but very little else. James was ushered back to what until a few moments ago had been his bedroom. "Change these sheets, take your clothes and chose four objects but everything else stays. I'll leave it to you if you want to change the sheets on your new bed.Also change the layout, move the bed to there, and that chest of drawers there. That should keep you busy. I've left you some treats on your new bed for when you need a breather"
On his way to work Michael felt pleased with himself, he'd be sleeping in a much larger bed that night."I bet that old man doesn't change the sheets on his new bed either" he thought and laughed as he settled down at his desk.
James lay on his bed, or what was his bed. His husband and bought it a couple of years before his death, it therefore had memories of his life as a husband and as a slave. Now he was neither, so perhaps it was the change that he needed. He got up and took out the clothes from his wardrobe and chest of drawers. Not just his clothes those that belonged to his late husband. He hurried his nose into the leather jacket that he only took out on special occasions such as birthdays, and their wedding anniversary. He gave it a good sniff. Whereas before this would have made him cry he found himself smiling. He decided to leave the jacket in his old room, along with his husbands boots and leather pants, Perhaps one day he would see Michael wear them. Clothes sorted he had to decide what four object he would take, there was no point in talking anything to practical he thought , anything of sentimental value were elsewhere in his house, so he picked at random a but plug a whip, an old cock cage that his husband would lock him into and a clock.
James took them into his new room. He placed them on the bed. An unmade bed he bent down and sniffed Michael's scent was still strong, he stuffed his face deeper into the mattress and began to wank.
Michael was fed up. His boss had told him off twice that day and it wasn't even lunchtime. Why the fuck was he spending so much time here where he was unappreciated. A thought crossed his mind but he discounted it. "Too early" He picked up his phone and texted James. " I fancy some Mexican tonight, make it spicy. You'll be eating it cold again." Michael had no idea if he would follow through with the threat, he was still unsure if James would even have swapped his room round. Now after a few hours in work he wasn't even sure if he was comfortable with the situation he found himself in . After 24 hours would James tell him to fuck off, and ask him to leave. He'd find out later tonight.
It was approaching 5pm the dinner was almost cooked, ready for reheating when Michael came home, and James had just about finished rearranging Michael's new room, his new one however was less tidy, but somehow was the least important of the two, James looked round his old room one final time and thought about the nights he spent in it serving his husband Master. Memories he would always have but now that chapter of his life was definitely over. He looked at his watch it was getting closer to six, he would soon find out if Michael would be on time or be late. He told himself off for the last thought, Michael was his own man, he determined when he came home, so he would never be later. He reached the foot of the stairs just in time for Michael to come in.
Michael looked at him, and walked upstairs. He decided to check to see if James had as carried out his instructions. The room that he's been paying rent on for the last three months was clearly no longer his, it was a mess, there were clothes strewn on the bed but not his, he checked James's room, it was immaculate, the wardrobed were now full of Michael's clothes and the bed was freshly made. Michael's cock went hard. He knew he had to up his game now.
"I'll be down in ten minutes. Get my food ready" He walked into his old room and pulled out his dick. When the time came he aimed it at the pillow and squirted a stream off cum all over it. And then headed back to the kitchen
Michael sat down, and James laid the plate before him, he desperately wanted to say Sir but resisted. He was afraid of breaking the spell, he wanted desperately to submit , but wanted that to come from Michael asserting his dominance.
James placed his plate down, "Heat it up" Michael told him. James was both relieved that he didn't have to eat another cold meal, but was also disappointed and hoped that this wasn't a sign of Michael regressing. Was having the Master bedroom going to be enough for him. An answer came when he took the plate from the microwave and before he had a chance to put it on the table Michael stopped him, and spat on it. "Now you can eat"
An hour later they were in the living room, Michael lit his cigar, he was now more conscious of the fact that James's attention was fixed on him and not the television. He was again in a quandary on where to take this so just made sure that whenever he had smoke to exhale he moved his head in James's direction. The next couple of hours went by silently, both men felt their dicks getting hard one at the idea that he could dominate another man, the other at the fact that he might have again found a man who could submit to. It was approaching 10pm, Michael's bedtime . He flicked the final ball of ash from the cigar. He noticed the look of disappointment in James's face. Without thinking about it he handed the older man the ashtray. "Go on eat it up. Then go to bed"
Michael got up and left the room James was licking the ashtray clean. By the time Michael had finished his teeth James was upstairs in his new room, his groan of pleasure at finding the cum covered pillow was audible through the door. Michael was just about to go and have a piss when he stopped. He pulled down the toilet seat and without knocking walked into his old room. "I need a piss" James immediately jumped out of bed and fell to his knees. Michael emptied his bladder. He was about to leave when James spoke. "Thank You Sir"
As he slid into his new bed Michael knew now that he now had no choice he had to be in total control .Perhaps he already was.