Breathe. Just breathe…

My eyes opened. I felt like absolute shit. Hayden… the whole thing was getting to me. Was I getting soft?

They either break the rules in the beginning, or they break you in the end. Patrick was the latter, but this kid? Shit. I didn’t know if he had a bad bone in his body. That was a good thing.

When I first saw him, he looked like a shiny new toy. Everything changed for me yesterday. He was perfect. The perfect submissive omega.

I could barely sleep last night. All I could do was think about Hayden. His smooth face with hints of tragedy, the harsh angles where his pelvis connects to his hip, the scent of fertility…

Fuck. The aching hunger burned through my hot cock. Not only did I need him—I was getting the urge to knot. I hated even admitting it because it was so against the social norms of the BDSM community here. I wanted to breed him until his belly was full of my cum. That meant…

I tried everything not to think about it. I did a hundred push-ups. That didn’t seem to work too well, so I took a run around the neighborhood. That didn’t do shit either. I was still as hard as a Billy club. By the time that I got home, I was a complete sex fiend. I needed to see him again.

He came over when he was told, exactly how a good boy should act. “Come inside,” I said, leading him into the white living room.

Without commanding him, he pulled off his clothing. Dropping to his knees, he arched his back straight. “Do you want me to wear the leash again?” he asked. Good boy.

I glanced over at the metal choker. I bit my lip and nodded to myself. “You like wearing it?” I asked him.

“Yes, daddy. I love it. It puts me in the right headspace,” he said.

“You like it when I control you, Hayden?” I asked.

I tried not to smile. He was cute and working his hardest to stay obedient. I wondered what the girls he dated were like. Probably pushovers. They probably wanted him to be more commanding, but that wasn’t who he was. He was an omega. Couldn’t they see that? Most likely, but women were experts at blocking that stuff out sometimes.

“Please control me, daddy,” he begged.

It was the hottest display I had seen in a long fucking time. Patrick wasn’t like this. My ex was obedient enough, but he never played by the rules. No one did these days. Hayden was new enough to give in to my game, and that’s why he was so special.

I bent down to his level. “Look me in the eyes,” I said. And tell me you’re mine.

He didn’t speak, but he sure obeyed. He looked deeply into my eyes, and suddenly, he seemed ready. I nearly got lost in his eyes. They were royal blue with hints of speckled grey as if they were cut by a jeweler and put on display. They were beautiful.

“Like this?” he whispered.

I snapped out of my trance and lowered my head. “You’ve been good so far,” I replied.

Outside, the rain set in. The faint pitter-patter could be heard against my windowsill. We both fell into the hazy rhythm, feeling our bodies turn distant and our passions lock into place.

Our lips never connected. They hung over each other, daring to kiss. His fertility scent stung my nostrils. I grunted, pushing closer to him. I never let myself touch him, but I wanted to.

His heat brought me closer. Testosterone pumped into my blood, forcing my eyes to shake. This was a fucking test. I couldn’t get some new omega pregnant. I had to be strong.

I opened my eyes and kissed his cheek, keeping my breath at bay. Hayden saw the intensity in my eyes and mistook it for anger.

“I know that it doesn’t seem like I’m serious about this, but I want you to teach me,” Hayden said. “There is a lot I need to learn. For myself. For you.”

“You don’t even know me,” I said, wincing.

How could I know that I could trust him? No one seemed to understand what it felt like to give your self over to someone else, just for them to walk away in the end. I wanted to believe him, but he was moving fast, and there was still a lot he needed to confront.

“I’ll prove it to you in time,” Hayden said.

“Hayden,” I whispered.

“Leo,” he repeated back, eyes confident.

At that moment, I knew he was serious. I sat cross-legged in front of him and straightened my back. I scooted forward until our legs were both touching. “You need to learn how to let go,” I said.

“Use me,” his eyes said. “Take me. Right here. Pump your thick cock into my tight hole until you explode inside of me.”

I swallowed and ran my tongue against my front teeth. My heart was beating wildly. Breathe…

“I’ll do anything you ask of me,” Hayden said.

“This is unorthodox. You’re too excited. I don’t normally jump into things so fast,” I admitted. Without waiting for him to respond, I added, “But I want to explore something today.”

No. I wanted to knot inside of him, but he didn’t need to know that. He was unprepared and completely unaware of how this should go down, so it opened up an opportunity for me to teach him.

“What is it?” Hayden asked.

“Breath control,” I said. “Once you learn it, it will change the way you view sex.”

“Auto-erotic asphyxiation?” Hayden asked, eyes completely wide with fear.

“No,” I said, nearly laughing. “Does that frighten you?”

“A little bit.” Hayden straightened his back and gave me a serious look. “But I can handle it if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not,” I said. “Well, not really. Maybe later.”

“Explain what it is then,” Hayden said. It was almost a command, but it was too passive to annoy me.

“I’ll show you,” I said.

I moved my hand against his leg. Slowly, I trailed my hand upward until I felt his shaft against my palm. It didn’t take any time to grow hard. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Yes, daddy.”

I rocked my wrist up and down. I played with his beautiful cock until he got harder. The techniques I knew were real. I could get a guy off within thirty seconds if I wanted to.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispered.

I raised my hand, letting go of him. I placed my palm against the front of his chest. “Now, focus on your breathing. It lies outside of your pleasure centers,” I said. “Do you feel it?”

Hayden gave a strained outcry of pain. “No,” he choked. His orgasm died down. He wasn’t grasping the concept.

I waited a few seconds before placing my hand back on his cock. He looked exhausted. “It’s going to be okay,” I said.

“I’m sorry. I almost came. This is all so new to me,” Hayden said.

“If you cum, this is over. Do you hear me?” I asked. “I need to know that you’re serious.”

He nodded, eyes tense. “Yes, daddy. I’m serious.”

I would edge him all night if I had to. This was how people learned to be obedient. This was also how people got what they wanted. If he mastered this during a knot, he could have the best orgasm of his fucking life.

“Good,” I said, pumping his cock.

With my other hand, I lightly gave his nipple a tug. I could feel the muscles in his cock twitch slightly. He was already so close. “When you breathe,” I continued, “Make it deliberate. Picture what’s happening to your body inside of your mind. When you hit the point of no control, imagine yourself close to me, body and mind. All of that energy goes to your omega spot.”

“I… can’t,” he said. “It feels too good.”

“Be serious, dammit,” I whispered. “Do you feel the cold air hitting the back of your throat?”

“I do. I feel it,” he said.

“Focus on it,” I said, staring intensely in his eyes. His forehead broke a sweat. His eyes began to shake. He was going to cum.

I let go of his cock and curled my palm around his cheek. My thumb pressed lightly against his temple. Sometimes, you could bring someone back by touching various points on their body, but Hayden was too far-gone.

“Breathe, dammit,” I whispered. “Focus on me. Remember? Move away from the pleasure.”

Hayden couldn’t do it. He wasn’t strong enough. He had no fucking control.

His body twitched. He went slack-jawed. His cock bounced rapidly into the air. Finally, thick ropes of cum shot out, hitting his chest and dripping onto the floor. Some of it lashed against my arm.

“I’m sorry,” he panted.

I shook my head. I was disappointed, but I wasn’t mad. I had a feeling this would happen. There was still so much to teach him before we could get really close.

Controlling one’s breath was the very beginning. Once he learned how to breathe, he could get through anything – even a harsh flogging.

“Clean your cum up. We’re done here,” I said.

I could see his self-esteem drop to the floor. He stammered and broke down. “Wait, I can do this. I can be bett—”

“Stop,” I said. “This is how you learn.”

“I can go again,” he said, glancing at the center of his body. Somehow, he was still hard. I had to admit, that was some control.

I had to stick to my guns. “I don’t care what you can do. It’s not your place to speak out of turn,” I said.

He was hurt, but I had been hurt worse by my subs. I was just being cautious. “I’m sorry, daddy,” Hayden whispered. “I just… I don’t want to leave.”

There was a tone of desperation in his voice. It caused me to question everything. My cock was to him a splendid beach full of priceless treasures, but I denied him entrance. The more I did, the more he wanted to open himself to me.

“But you work tomorrow. Right?” I asked.

He looked over at his bag and nodded. There was more that he wasn’t telling me. Something weird was going on with him. Maybe he had a lousy home life. I didn’t know anything about him yet, but I wasn’t going to press. The slow build was always better.

“You have responsibilities. They’re important,” I said. “You look successful. Don’t let your desires take over your life.”

I grabbed his bag and handed it to him.

“Fuck that. I’ll learn. I promise,” he said.

I nodded, but I didn’t answer him. I didn’t trust a damn soul these days, but I wanted to believe him. Hayden took his bag and walked toward the door.

I took a deep breath in and smelled his strong fertility scent once again. “Fuck,” I whispered, trying to find the void against the pleasure his scent gave me. I couldn’t get there, even with all of my practice. I was as bad as him!

“Wait,” I said, putting out my hand.

“Yes, sir?” he asked, swallowing down.

I hesitated before telling him the good news. “You can stay here,” I said. “…with me. If you want.”

Hayden let go of the door handle and looked at me with docile eyes. A smile formed on his face, but right when he was about to respond, there was a firm knock on my door.