Christopher
Waking up trapped under Ethan was an experience I’d never get tired of. Wednesday morning, Ethan had woken up with the firm belief that we weren’t going to be sleeping separate any longer. He’d used that firm Master voice that made my dick sit up and take notice and had quickly rushed through getting ready for the day so we could move the furniture around.
Instead of two twin beds pushed against the walls, we now had them pushed together to make a king-size bed in the middle of the room. Sleeping with Ethan was easier than getting used to the new furniture arrangement. So far I’d walked into the bed three times and stubbed my toe on the dresser twice.
Ethan was still sound asleep, but I was always awake before the alarm went off. I didn’t have a fabulous internal clock or anything like that. The guys next door always got up at the same time and their alarm was ridiculously loud. We never heard voices, so I wasn’t worried about them hearing us, but their alarm sounded like they were trying to wake up the entire floor. But Ethan seemed to be able to sleep through anything, and only the drone of his alarm or my trying to play with his dick would wake him up.
That thought had me arching my ass back to see if I could get his dick between my cheeks.
Ethan loved feeling my thighs encasing his dick as he thrust against me. It didn’t matter if it was up against a wall or when I was bent over the bed, he loved watching his cum streak down my legs as I helplessly wiggled against him.
Unfortunately, his insistence on wearing sleep pants to bed made it harder to tease him. That was probably the reason I had to sleep naked, though.
His broad chest had me pinned to the bed when the alarm started to go off. I still hadn’t managed to get him rubbing at my ass, and as the damned alarm started to buzz, I could feel my chances of getting to play with him slipping away.
Friday was one of Ethan’s long days, and he didn’t have much time to lounge around in bed. He groaned and rolled over enough for me to reach out and stop the alarm, but I made no move to get away from him. That was one of the rules. I had to stay naked in bed with him until he gave me permission to get up.
Ethan rolled back over and wrapped his arms around me so I was tucked against his chest. His hands started caressing my torso, and I gasped as he pinched my nipples. He chuckled and pinched them again. “I think for our anniversary next year I’m going to get these pierced.”
Anniversary?
Next year?
Before my brain could process that statement, he’d moved one hand down to start playing with my dick. The tight grip had me moaning and fighting the urge to thrust into his hand. That would only make him pop my dick and tell me how naughty I was—which was still hot but not what I wanted at that point.
“Master…” I gasped as he circled his thumb over the head of my dick.
“My needy slut.” The dirty, loving words caressed over me and made me shiver in his arms.
Ethan must have loved it because he turned his head and started nibbling on my neck. I gasped out and pressed my ass against his dick. Our height difference was enough to make having sex, or even something close to sex, while we were standing difficult. But lying down was perfect.
Master could pin me down and thrust against me, or stretch me out and make me absolutely insane, without either of us having to worry about standing. He seemed to have a thing for pinning me to the wall, which was hot because he lifted me off the floor, and that added another layer of humiliation.
I wasn’t sure he realized that, though.
Something about knowing I was small enough for him to pick up, and weak enough that I couldn’t fight him off, was erotic. Sure, I’d had fantasies about all kinds of dirty shit that I wouldn’t want to happen in real life, but with Ethan, he could give me all the crazy things I’d thought about, and he still made me feel safe.
“Yes, please, Master.” His thumb started going slower and his grip started to ease.
Fuck.
“I’m going to let you decide what you want, Christopher.” His sexy voice dropped low, and I knew it wouldn’t be an easy decision no matter what came next.
His teasing kept me right on the edge of begging for more as he spoke, making it almost impossible to concentrate. “Do you want to come right now or do you want to suck on my cock later?”
I almost shot.
Master seemed to understand how close I was because in a flash he had the base of my dick in an almost painfully tight grip. “Naughty boy.”
“I’m…sorry…Master.” Words were harder than I anticipated.
“Naughty boys don’t get to pick a reward, Christopher.” I could see my chance to orgasm or taste him fading fast.
“I wasn’t expecting that, Master. I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. “You were so…the idea…”
Master chuckled and released my dick. All I wanted to do was beg for him to let me hump his leg or even the mattress so I could come, but then his words came back to me. “I…you want me to choose?”
How?
“Yes, Christopher. Which do you want more, the chance to orgasm or the chance to suck my cock and have my cum in your mouth?” The dirty words flowed out of him like he was asking me to pick my favorite restaurant.
“I…” I couldn’t.
He started tracing one finger up and down my precum-slicked cock, but as I moaned, he rocked his hips against my ass, grinding his dick against me. “What do you want more?”
“Will you let me come after I suck you…if that’s what I pick?” I’d kissed his chest and had stroked his cock, but that had been the extent of my exploration. Master had taken control, and knowing he was making me wait for more had made everything we’d done more intense.
“No, Christopher.” I wasn’t surprised by the words, but they made the decision even more difficult.
I wanted to come, and I wanted to suck Master’s cock. As I pictured being kept hard and how he would tease and touch me, what I wanted most suddenly became clearer. My answer came out rushed and filled with desire. “Let me suck your dick later, Master.”
He gave a low, rough chuckle, and his teasing caress of my erection suddenly became a tight vise grip that had me gasping out. “Good boy. I’m going to have so much fun touching you and playing with your sexy body, Christopher.”
Playing.
Touching.
Not making me come.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” The next couple of days would be torture, but I knew eventually it would be worth it.
He kissed my neck again as he released my dick. “Good boy.”
I groaned as he rolled over and finally seemed to be getting out of bed. I’d made the choice, but frustration started to grow as it set in. Master grinned and leaned back to give me a quick kiss as he threw the covers back. “Let me see my boy.”
I felt a blush heat up my face and desire swept through me as he skimmed one hand over my chest and down my body. It wasn’t just his touch that sent the passion and humiliation soaring but the possessive way he was looking at me.
“That’s right.” His fingers caressed over my erection. “I think I’m going to see how long I can keep you hard.”
I was his toy, and he was ready to play with it in a new way.
“If you can be a good boy for me and think sexy things to keep your cock just like this, then I might let you come this weekend.” He said it like making me wait days to come would be such a treat.
He knew me too well.
“Thank you, Master. I’ll be good.” Keeping aroused and distracted wouldn’t be a problem around him.
Master gave my dick a smack that had it bobbing against my stomach as I moaned. “Just remember, Christopher, if I find you playing with your cock or if you orgasm without permission, you won’t get to come for a very long time.”
Then he climbed out of bed like he hadn’t just given me the best fantasy ever.
I just lay there imagining how long he might make me wait as he started to get dressed. He finally glanced over and shook his head. “If you don’t start getting ready, I’m going to make you go without underwear today.”
Shit.
More fantasies.
However, it got me moving. As I got up, I went over to stand beside him. “May I put clothes on, Master?”
The idea that he might say no was too hot to contemplate. Besides, if I wanted to be able to take a piss in just a minute, I needed to get my dick under control. Master reached out and ran his hand up my chest to tweak a nipple.
“Yes, Christopher, I’ll let you put on clothes.” I could see his mind whirling as his expression turned almost calculating. Was he imagining sending me down to the bathroom naked?
Before I let myself fall down that fantasy rabbit hole, I forced the images out of my head. “Thank you, Master.”
He nodded and gave me one last lingering caress before I stepped away and went over to my dresser. Getting dressed while he watched was just as arousing as getting naked, for some reason. Maybe it was because he watched me so intently no matter what I was doing. Maybe it was because there was always such ownership in his eyes when he looked at me.
When I was dressed, I grabbed my stuff and headed down to the bathrooms. Hating the older building we’d gotten stuck in, I hurried through getting ready. Ethan always did his best to give me a minute or two of privacy before he headed down to the bathrooms.
I wasn’t sure what his thinking was, but I appreciated it anyway. I had no idea what I would do if one day he decided to tease me in the bathrooms. Even if no one was around, I’d never be able to walk in there again without getting hard and embarrassed. Which would just make the erection situation worse.
By the time we were both back in the room, he didn’t have much time before he had to leave for class. His mind was focused on the day ahead so he was more Ethan than Master, but he still smacked my ass and gave me a possessive kiss before he started to walk out the door.
“I’ll see you later after work.” His hand lingered on my ass as he started to pull back. “Do you have a study group or anything later?”
“Yes.” It was hard to think with his hand stroking one cheek but I forced my brain to function. “But I’ll be back right around the same time you will.”
I’d obsessively stalked his schedule earlier in the semester, so I knew down to the minute when he would get back to the dorms. In the past, I would have gone to the library to study just to pass the time until I headed over for Trent and Hayden’s house, but that wasn’t the plan for tonight.
“Good boy.” He grabbed his backpack and started for the door. “You can keep your clothes on until I get home, but once I’m in and the door is locked, I want to see my little slave naked. Is that clear?”
And he had my dick hard again.
“Yes, Master.”
He smiled knowingly and flicked his eyes to my groin. “And no playing with your cock. It belongs to me.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. “Yes, Master.”
As he left the room, I glanced down at the front of my jeans. I’d picked a pair that were baggy enough there was no way anyone would see how hard I was, but Ethan had still known. He always knew.
Walking over to the bed, I sat down and flopped back, relaxing for a moment. I needed to get some studying done, but that wouldn’t happen until my body transitioned from Master’s slave who was supposed to stay hard to boring college student.
When my phone rang, I rolled over and grabbed it off the nightstand. I wasn’t sure if I was happy to see Hayden’s name pop up on the screen or not. “Hey.”
“Trouble in dirty paradise?” I could hear the laughter in his voice.
“No. Just horny and can’t come.” I sighed, not trying to hide my frustration and drama.
Hayden giggled, the naughty side of him coming out. “Is it a punishment?”
“No, I did this to myself.” Not that a punishment wouldn’t have been just as hot.
More giggles came over the phone. “Was it worth it?”
I sighed again. “Yes.”
“Good.” Then he took a deep breath. “You’re bringing big bad biker man over tonight, right?”
Hayden was just as nervous about that as I was. “Yes.”
“And did you…I mean, if you did that’s okay because he’s your master, but…” His voice faltered as he tried to figure out what to say.
“No, I mean, I hinted that you guys were open-minded and knew stuff about me. But nothing specific. I doubt he’ll care, though. He’s just not that kind of guy.” Hell, if I didn’t surprise him at all, then the chances of him caring what my friends did was almost nil.
Hayden sighed. “I know. He wasn’t an asshole even when he thought you were a scared headcase, so there’s nothing to be worried about.”
But there was always something to worry about when you let new people close. “You don’t have to tell him. He’ll pry about my shit but not yours. Just say the word and he’ll change the topic.”
“It’ll be fine.” I wasn’t sure if Hayden was trying to convince himself or me, but I appreciated it either way.
“Yes. It’s dinner and hanging out; simple.” Maybe if we said it enough, we’d both stop overthinking it.
I wanted them to like Ethan, and I wanted Ethan to like them. The fact that I was introducing a guy who was my master as well as my boyfriend also added another layer of weird. They understood and didn’t care what I liked, but it was a big step for me.
I just wished I could figure out who I wanted them to meet more, Master or Ethan.