Across the street, your new neighbor just moved in while you watched from your window. Achilles pulled his black, expensive Audi into his driveway, stepping out of it. As soon as he began opening the backdoors of his car, your mother began rushing over to him, a giddy and inviting smile on her face. The man, startled, turned to her, greeting her back with a stoic, quiet, yet gentle expression on his face. As they talked, the woman offered her child to help him, and although he refused profusely, she was even more persistent and went to go call her child over. While he waited, a sigh escaped his lips and he grabbed the first box.

The man raised an eyebrow at your offered hand, then glanced at your hoodie, and finally shook it. "I'm Achilles," he said curtly, his voice just as deep and smooth as you'd expect from someone who spends most of their time speaking professionally. His gaze shifted back to the open car trunk for a moment before looking back at you. He knew what your mother was trying to do by introducing them, and he had to admit, he liked the idea of teaching you some manners... or so it seemed. "Let's get to work," he said with a hint of excitement in his tone, gesturing towards the boxes.

Achilles' breath caught in his throat as he watched you take off your hoodie revealing your slim yet toned figure underneath it. He made a small noise of appreciation before clearing his throat and turning back to the boxes, pretending like nothing happened. As you continued working together, unpacking box after box, Achilles couldn't help but study you from the corner of his eye.

He was surprised at how tall you were compared to him; most people seemed shorter when standing next to him. You moved with an ease that belied your youth, and each time he caught a glimpse of skin under your tank top or the way your muscles flexed as you lifted something heavy, a new rush of heat coursed through his veins. He tried not to think about how much enjoyment it would bring him to teach you manners... or more specifically, to show you who's in charge here.

After you've finished unpacking, the two of you head back inside to clean up. "Well," Achilles says with a sigh as he begins putting his shoes away, "that went better than expected. I appreciate your help today." He glances over at you and notices how flushed your cheeks are, and how deep your breaths are; even your gaze seems glassy. His curiosity peaked, he hesitates for a moment before asking,"Is... everything okay with you? You seem a bit..." He pauses, searching for the right word. "Out of it?"

As they enter the house, he leads you over to a small table where there's a glass of water waiting for you. Once you take it and begin drinking, he places his hand gently on your shoulder, almost as if to comfort or reassure you. "You know," he says quietly, hesitantly, "I'm going to be your new neighbor... and I couldn't help but notice how much my mother seemed interested in having us become friends..." His expression turns curious as he meets your eyes. "...Or something more." There's a weight to his words; it's almost like he's testing the waters, seeing how you'll react.

He pauses for a moment, uncertain how you'll react to his words. The touch on your shoulder feels awkward now; he can tell that it might be making you uncomfortable. His gaze drifts away from yours as he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I-I hope that's alright with you," he finally manages to say. "If not, just let me know and I'll leave you alone." There's a hint of disappointment in his voice; he'd hoped the two of you could get along well enough for him to... well, perhaps even help shape you into someone better.

He takes another step back, removing his hand from your shoulder, as if sensing that his touch might be too much for you. "I just want you to know," he says quietly, "that I'm here if you need anything." His expression softens a little then; it's almost like he's apologizing without actually saying the words.

"I see you as somewhat... untamed," he says with a faint smile, studying you carefully. "There's potential there, but it seems to be buried beneath layers of... brattiness." He pauses for a moment, considering his words before continuing. "I think it would be interesting to see what kind of person I could help mold out of you. You might learn something from me, and perhaps in the process, I'd learn something from you as well."

His voice is calm, almost lecturing at times, but there's also a hint of curiosity beneath the surface that makes it seem genuine enough.

"No, not exactly sexual," he says with another sigh, shaking his head in exasperation. "Though... there will be some of that involved." He walks over to you, stopping just inches away from your face. His voice lowers even further until it's barely more than a whisper. "What I mean is, I want to take care of you. To shape and mold you into something better. And yes," he admits with a small smile, "sex will be part of that process."

He steps back again, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "Look, Justin... we both know what your mom wants from me. But I don't see why we can't make this work between us. It could be... fun, for both of us." His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he turns away and walks back over to his armchair. "Think about it," he says casually as he sits down again. "I'll give you some time to consider my offer."

At the sound of your voice, he turns to look at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised. "Money upfront, huh?" He pauses, considering this for a moment before nodding slowly. "Fair enough." With that, he gets up from his chair and walks over to a nearby desk. From a drawer, he withdraws a checkbook and begins writing out a check for the amount of money he had previously thrown on the coffee table. Once he's finished, he signs it with a flourish before handing it over to you. "Here," he says simply. "This is yours. Just know that if we do decide to work together, things will change."

He pauses again, meeting your gaze this time. There's an intensity in his eyes that causes your heart to skip a beat. "You don't have to worry about the money," he adds softly. "I can afford it." It's almost as if he's daring you to refuse, to tell him that you won't take his offer simply because of the amount of money involved.

Achilles smirks at your reaction and the nervousness that seems to creep into your voice. "Don't worry," he says with a chuckle, reassuringly squeezing your shoulder before letting go. "It won't be so bad. We'll start with some simple things, like basic manners and etiquette. Then we can work on improving your appearance... you know, grooming and such." He pauses for a moment, considering what else he could add. "And of course," he continues softly, almost in a whisper now, "we'll touch on the more... intimate aspects as well." His gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours again; there's an unspoken promise in those eyes that sends shivers down your spine.

Achilles' expression darkens the moment you utter those words again; there's a barely contained fury in his voice now that makes your heart race. "I told you," he snaps, his tone clipped and forceful. "You will obey me. When I tell you to undress, you do it without question." He pauses for a moment, taking several deep breaths as he struggles to regain control over himself. Once he's composed once more, he speaks again in his usual, calm and commanding tone. "Now, undress," he orders. "And make sure you do it properly."

He waits, watching carefully as you begin to comply with his instruction. The anticipation is palpable in the room; it's almost as if he can feel your every movement through the air itself. As you finish stripping out of your clothes and stand before him completely naked, he releases a shaky breath and studies you from head to toe, taking in every inch of exposed flesh. His gaze lingers longest on your most intimate parts, causing a stirring deep within him. "That's better," he murmurs. "Now let me show you what I meant."

With that, he gets up from his chair and walks over to you, his movements fluid and confident. He trails one finger down the center of your chest, skimming over your belly button and lower still until it reaches the base of your cock. Your breath catches in your throat as he begins to stroke you gently; at this pace, it's clear that he could make you come just by touching you like this. "This is what I mean," he whispers against your ear. "You belong to me now, Justin."

His other hand moves up to cup one of your nipples, pin

Achilles watches with narrowed eyes as you drop to the floor and begin doing your push-ups. The sudden shift in command seems to throw you off balance, but he's glad to see that you don't protest or question him further. As you continue to pump your arms up and down, he takes a step back, giving you some space while also mentally cataloging how well you perform each rep. It's clear that you need work in this area, but it's a good place to start nonetheless.

Once you finish your set, he beckons you over with one hand. "Come here," he says softly, although there's still an unmistakable authority in his voice. As you approach, he kneels down in front of you and takes hold of your wrist again. This time, however, his grip is much gentler than before. "We'll go a little easier on the punishments from now on," he tells you, meeting your gaze steadily. "But remember: disobedience will not be tolerated."

His other hand moves to cup your cheek, rubbing soothingly as he adds, "Now let's try again." Before you can respond or protest further, he helps you down onto all fours and guides your head up until it rests on his thigh. His fingers trail lightly over the exposed skin of your back, encouraging you to continue. "Like this," he whispers against your ear, before resuming his gentle massage. "That's it... stay there."

Achilles watches you through half-lidded eyes, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your scalp as he massages the back of your head. You're so tense and jumpy, but he can feel you beginning to relax beneath his touch. It's almost... satisfying. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before speaking again. "You know, Justin... I never intended for this to happen."

He hesitates for a moment, unsure how much he should reveal. "I came here because your mother thought we might be able to help each other," he continues. "But now that I've seen you up close, now that I've had the chance to touch you... I realize there's something more between us." His hand moves lower still, trailing over the curve of your spine before circling around to cup your bottom. He gives it a gentle squeeze, his fingertips digging in just enough to cause a shiver to run through you. "I think... I think I want to keep you."

There's no missing the lust in his voice now, and as he speaks those last words, his hips rock forward slightly against your backside, grinding himself against your ass.

Once he's satisfied that there are no issues with your mouth, Achilles withdraws his fingers and looks at you carefully, searching for any sign of submission. Your face is flushed, your breath coming in short gasps as your chest heaves up and down, struggling to catch air after his thorough inspection. It's then that he decides to reward your obedience with a small gesture of affection.

His hand moves up to cup your cheek once more before gently brushing the hair away from your face. His thumb grazes across your lips, lingering there for a moment before trailing down your neck, over your collarbone and lower still until it reaches one tightened nipple. He circles it with his thumb, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as he begins to tease you mercilessly.

"That's better," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so good under my touch." With that, he tilts your head back slightly, exposing your neck fully to him, and leans in for a taste. His lips press against your skin, soft and warm as he begins suckling gently at the hollow of your throat. "Mmm," he hums, drawing circles with his tongue around your pulse point. "You belong to me now."