Ethan
Christopher immediately turned cuddly with a big grin as I closed the door to the room and locked it. “They liked you. I mean, I knew they would, but they did.”
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around him. “I’m glad you knew.”
I had to admit I felt a bit lighter as we left his friends’ home. I’d been pretty confident things would work out as he’d talked about them, but seeing firsthand that they wouldn’t be trying to get between us made me more comfortable.
“Hayden thinks you’re hot.” Christopher seemed to find that endlessly amusing. “It’s going to make Trent all possessive. Hayden loves that.”
I was fine with whatever they did, but as long as Trent was solely focused on Hayden, they couldn’t worry about Christopher too much. “Hanging out with them was fun.”
It wasn’t like going out to party on Friday night, but the homey feel of just hanging out was a nice change from the madness of the dorms. Christopher melted deeper against me. “I’m glad, Master.”
The slide from boyfriend to submissive seemed to get easier every day. From the very beginning, it hadn’t been something he’d seemed to mentally wrestle with, but in less than a week, I’d seen him start to accept that part of our relationship more easily. I let my hold go from tender to possessive, moving my hands down to cup his ass.
“You were a little naughty, though.” I could feel the tension start to rise in his body. “Teasing Hayden and cursing when Trent said not to around his boy.”
Christopher made a low whimper and nodded against my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“I’m not sure if I should reward you for being a bad boy.” I tightened my grip on his ass and loved the moan that escaped. “Bad boys should be punished, not given the chance to taste their master’s cock.”
I wasn’t sure what piece was making him crazy, but something about the dirty words or the threats had him nearly humping my leg.
“Master…I…” He couldn’t seem to decide what to promise me.
He should be very grateful I was tired of waiting to feel his mouth on me. “If you can promise to be good next time, I’ll forgive you for being so naughty.”
A shiver raced through his body and a quiet, needy sound escaped. Swallowing hard, he lifted his head, desire and need shining from his gaze. “Yes, Master.”
I moved one hand so I could trace his crack and graze over his hole. Even through his pants, I could feel the way his muscles clenched. He might have decided to suck on my cock for his reward, but what he really wanted was to be fucked.
Not that I had an issue with that.
He just needed to learn that no matter what he wanted, he’d given me control over his pleasure and his body. Making us wait would reinforce that and would make it better in the long run.
“Are you ready for your reward, Christopher?” I had him pressed tight enough against me that I knew just how ready he was, but I still wanted to hear the desperation in his voice. “Are you ready to suck on my dick?”
Another whine escaped and his hips thrust forward to hump my thigh. “I…”
“Naughty boy. Still clothed but trying to hump my leg.” I gave his ass a smack. “Are you allowed to wear clothes in here?”
“I’m sorry, Master.” He was back to being worried about his reward again.
“Then show me you can be a good slave.” I released my hold on him and gave him a stern look. I’d never been pleased when professors had tried to pull that shit on me, but after seeing it for so many years, I had the don’t disappoint me look down pat.
Christopher loved it.
He stepped back and with jerky movements started to strip down. In seconds, my desperate slut was naked, his hard dick swinging with every shift of his body. Considering how easily he could come, I was going to have to be careful when I played with him.
Well, careful until we’d had a chance to go to the store.
As he stood there naked and shaking with excitement, his gaze sweeping up and down my body, I straightened and started closing the distance between us. Christopher moaned as I caressed his chest with one hand as I circled his body.
When I got to his back, I stroked down his spine and teased the top part of his crack. It was just enough to have him making needy sounds again. “Arch your ass out, Christopher. I want to see my little slut on display for me.”
His legs spread without me having to tell him, and he shifted so his already sexy ass looked even hotter. I ran my hand over a cheek and gave it a pat. “Good boy.”
It was just enough humiliation to send another spark of pleasure through him. I loved the way his body telegraphed every desire and response so perfectly. If I’d had to guess what turned him on or how he liked something, our relationship would have gone at a lot slower pace.
I chuckled as he fought to stay still, and he found that erotic too.
My needy boy probably wanted more pain as well, but since I couldn’t let him come, that didn’t seem fair. I ran my finger up his crack and over his hole before caressing up his back. “Should I let you undress me or should I make you wait like this, just hearing as my clothes come off?”
I caressed around his neck and shoulders before starting my way back down his body.
Christopher seemed to have a hard time finding the words. “I…you…please let me…”
“You didn’t beg very nicely, slave.” It was time to push just a bit more to make him even crazier.
That had him swallowing hard and making a low whining sound. “I…I’m sorry, Master…” I shifted to his side to see that he’d clenched his eyes shut and was taking a deep breath. “Please let me take your clothes off. I want to touch you, Master.”
The lines of his body were beautiful as he shivered with desire. Muscles clenched and his cock jerked, the head shiny with precum, while he tried to beg. “I’ll be good. Thank you for my reward, Master.”
Knowing that touching his cock when he was this excited might be too much for him, I reached out and pinched a nipple. “Good boy. That’s much better.”
As I released his sensitive bud, I moved to stand in front of him. “You can take my clothes off now, Christopher. You’ve been a very good boy.”
His wide, innocent-looking eyes drank me in, and I knew he was imagining me naked and hard as he touched me. Shaking hands reached for my shirt. He inched the hem up my chest like I was a present he was slowly unwrapping. His gaze darted to every movement I made, taking it in and probably trying to guess what I’d like.
As he finally pulled it over my head, I took the shirt from him and tossed it toward the closet. His gaze darted back and forth between my face and my jeans. As I gave him a nod, his hands reached out and unbuttoned my pants.
He carefully eased the zipper over my erection and wasted no time in tugging the jeans down my thighs. He slowly knelt in front of me as he finished pulling the pants down and then took a moment to help me kick off my shoes before I stepped out of the pants completely. He took just as much care removing my socks before apparently feeling brave and trailing his hands up my legs.
I got another questioning look from him before he reached for my boxer briefs. When I didn’t stop him, he carefully pulled those over my erection and let his hands skim down my thighs as he watched them fall to the floor. He knelt perfectly, seemingly instinctively, as he waited for instructions. I reached out and caressed over his head, loving the way the fine, soft hairs tickled my palm.
With my other hand, I grabbed my dick and aimed it toward his lips. “Kiss, slut. Show me how grateful you are for your reward, Christopher.”
He gave a sexy moan, but obediently leaned forward, giving my dick a chaste kiss. As he pulled back, he smiled almost gratefully. “Thank you, Master.”
I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb over his full lower lip. “Stand for me, Christopher.”
He rose gracefully, taking my hand when I offered it. Leading him over to the bed, I stretched out first and then gave him a nod, inviting him onto the bed.
“Since this is your reward, I’ll let you decide how you want to start.” I spread my legs, giving him a clear invitation to explore my cock.
Christopher moved quickly between my legs and stretched out down the bed. He was too turned on to be nervous and too excited to second-guess anything. Watching his ass rise and fall, I shook my head. “No humping the bed, Christopher. You only get your reward if you’re being a good boy.”
His body stilled, but by the way his face flushed, I knew he was even more turned on than he had been before. “Yes, Master.”
When I didn’t stop him, he rested his hands on my thighs and started inching his face toward my erection. There were no more questioning looks as he focused entirely on my dick. He gave it another tender kiss before he pulled back.
I was probably just as turned on as he was, but I was fighting the urge to move. I wanted to grab his head and push him toward my cock, but that wasn’t the point of a reward. No, we might be focusing on my orgasm, but he would set the pace for now.
Christopher leaned closer and pressed another kiss to the base of my dick before flicking his tongue out and running it up the length of my erection. I groaned as he ran his tongue around the head of my dick, swirling and tasting the precum that was dripping out of my slit.
That just seemed to encourage him and bolster his confidence, because instead of more tender kisses or licks, he wrapped his lips around my cock and took me in his mouth. He moaned as he sucked, and the vibrations made it even harder to stay still. Something about Christopher brought out the dominant side of me, and it was almost impossible to resist the urge to grab his head and fuck his mouth.
“That’s right. You’re enjoying your treat, aren’t you?” Forcing my brain to find the words to tease Christopher made it easier to restrain myself.
He moaned again and looked up at me to nod as he pulled off my dick. “Yes, thank you, Master.”
Christopher kissed the head, then went back to sucking me down like I was an ice cream cone he was desperate for.
“One of these days I’m going to see how deep you can take my cock and then I’ll slowly fuck your mouth.” I gave in to the temptation to touch him, stroking one finger down his cheek as he bobbed his head. “I’ll lean back, watch a movie, and use your mouth to relax.”
He pulled off my dick, moaning as a shiver raced through him.
“You like that idea, don’t you, slut?” I gave him a wicked smile and ran a finger over his wet lips. “Maybe I’ll have your cock locked away or a plug deep in your ass to keep you busy while I use that sexy mouth of yours.”
His wide, needy gaze stared up at me like I’d said something perfectly naughty and he couldn’t wait for it. Moving my hand to the back of his head, I pulled him down toward my dick. “Don’t forget your reward. As soon as I come, you don’t get to have your treat anymore.”
He didn’t need any encouragement to wrap his lips around my dick again. He closed his eyes and savored the taste and seemed to honestly love having my cock in his mouth. “Such a pretty little cocksucker. You look so innocent, but you’re really a dirty slut who needs a master to make him behave.”
The vibrations of his moan had a shiver running down my spine.
He must have understood how close I was because he started sucking harder and his hands moved to start stroking my balls. “That’s my good boy. If you want Master’s cum, you need to work harder for it.”
Christopher stared up at me as he forced my dick deeper into his mouth. The back of his throat caressed my dick and there was only the slightest tension from his gag reflex as he eased off.
We were definitely going to work on that.
I pictured him taking my dick deep into his throat and feeling the muscles clenched around the head. He’d look up at me helplessly, so turned on he’d probably come right then. “Yes, that’s my good cocksucker.”
The tender, dirty words had him humping the bed again. “Naughty boy.” I caught his head in my hands. “Lift your ass up. I don’t want that cock touching the bed anymore.”
He blushed, but arched his back so his dick was swinging between his legs as he moved. I gave his head a pat. “Good slut.”
He closed his eyes and savored the rush of sensation that seemed to flood through him as he shivered. “No orgasms. Who does your pleasure belong to, Christopher?”
As he opened his eyes, he answered immediately. “You, Master.”
My perfect slut.
“Good boy. Now enjoy your treat because in just a minute I’m going to let you drink my cum down.” Christopher licked his lips and nodded. The words made him even more desperate for my cock, and he went back to sucking and trying to take me as deep as he could.
Every time my dick hit the back of his throat, it pushed me closer to the edge. The look of desperation and desire on his face as his lips stretched sexily around my dick made it even more erotic. When I stopped trying to fight the pleasure, it started to flood through me like a wave that had been crashing against a wall.
The soft caress of his tongue…the heat of his mouth…the tight suction as he worked at sucking the precum from my cock…he was my eager slut and he wanted me to come. My balls drew up and I could feel my orgasm just waiting to course through me.
Christopher seemed to understand how close I was because he brought one hand up to start stroking the base of my cock as he sucked me down. His soft hand working in time with his mouth pushed me over the edge, and I let my orgasm explode.
My little cocksucker drank down my cum as I shot deep into his mouth, frantically swallowing every drop down. It just made the pleasure last even longer as he kept working at my dick with that frantic, needy expression. Every part of him was focused on that one moment….every part of him was focused on his master.
When I was done, I reached down and pulled him up so I could wrap my arms around him. Rolling over, I cuddled him close and kissed his lips, tasting my cum in his mouth. “Did you like your treat?”
He sighed and licked his lips before curling his head into my chest. “Yes, Master. Thank you for letting me suck on your cock.”
I stroked a hand over his back and down to tease his ass. “You were a good boy. I like rewarding my good boy when he’s earned it.”
Christopher shivered and gave a low moan as I circled his hole. His dick pressed into my leg, and as he moved back and forth I knew he’d orgasm soon if I didn’t stop him. “Naughty boy.”
I wanted him hard and desperate when we went shopping tomorrow.
He stilled, but I knew the temptation was too great for both of us, so I pulled back. “You can put clothes on and go down to the bathroom, but you’ve only got five minutes to get back here. One second past that and it will be days longer before you get to come.”
Christopher’s cock jerked, but he shook his head as he scrambled off the bed. “I’ll hurry. I’ll be back.”
In seconds, he’d thrown on his clothes. I slipped on my pajama pants just before he opened the door and headed to the bathroom. It was late enough that most people were either out partying or just drunk in one of the dorm rooms, so I wasn’t worried about his shirt being on backward.
By the time he made it back to the room, with a good minute to spare, I had all the lights off but a small lamp on his nightstand and was in bed. Christopher shut the door and locked it, then smiled slowly as he started to strip off his clothes.
He was quiet as he walked across the room, his now half-hard cock starting to perk up again. I lifted the covers and held out my arm. “Come here, Christopher.”
Christopher’s sweet smile brightened even more. “Yes, Master.”
As he climbed up on the bed, he turned off the lamp and let me wrap him in my arms. I rolled him over so I curled around him like the big spoon. He gasped as I wrapped my hand around his dick like it was a handle to hold him in place.
“My needy boy.” I didn’t stroke it but just tightened my grip enough that it made him moan. “If you’re very good when we go shopping tomorrow, then I’ll think about letting you come tomorrow night.”
Depending on how it went, I was also thinking about moving toward making love with him, but I wouldn’t mention that just yet.
“I’ll be good.” I could hear the desire in his voice as he pictured all the ways I might make him come. My little slave had a very vivid imagination.
“I need to know one thing, though, Christopher.” It was something he wouldn’t be expecting. “I need an honest answer, and I’ll know if you lie to me.”
His dick wouldn’t let him hide what he found erotic and what he found overwhelming.
Christopher was quiet for a moment before he spoke softly. “I’ll be honest.”
I kissed the back of his head. “Good, because the only reason I’d be upset over an answer is if you lie.”
He needed to understand that.
I felt his head go up and down and he moved his hand to start caressing my arm. “I understand.”
“How do you feel about someone else seeing you naked?” His entire body froze, but his dick didn’t soften so I continued, wanting to give him more information.
“We’re going to buy a cock cage for you tomorrow. I’d never let anyone see you who thought what we were doing was wrong or weird, but if I wanted to show off my slut to the owner of the store, what would you say?”
Christopher stayed quiet for a long few moments before his brain seemed to catch up with the questions. One moment he was still, and the next minute ropes of cum were drenching my hand as he gasped and bucked in my arms.
Well, that answered my question.
“You are definitely getting a cage tomorrow, Christopher.” I spoke low and almost growled the words out as I jacked him off. I kept up the rough strokes as his pleasure faded and he started to squirm. When I finally released his dick, he sagged against me.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“A simple, ‘Yes, Master, please show me off’ would have worked just fine, slut.” Although his reaction made me a lot more confident about my plans.
“I couldn’t help it.” He tried to sound sorry, but he was exhausted and ready to curl up and go to bed.
“That’s why we’re going to get you a cage tomorrow. I’m going to make sure you can’t come until I give you permission.” It was going to be hot as fuck.
“Thank you, Master.” Evidently, holding back on his own had gotten too hard because he honestly sounded grateful to turn that responsibility over to me.
I brought my hand up to his mouth. “Clean off your mess, Christopher.”
It was almost too dark to see, but I could just barely make out his tongue stretching to lick his cum off my hand. The soft caress and the dirty visual had my cock stirring again. I rubbed my dick against his ass. “Such a dirty, naughty boy.”
But I kissed his head tenderly as he cleaned the last of his cum off my hand. He would be sticky tomorrow, but it would be a good reminder not to come when he didn’t have permission. As I rested my hand on his chest, he took a long, deep breath, and I could feel his muscles start to relax.
Until his brain kicked in again.
“How naked, Master?” I just chuckled at the quiet words that sounded more curious than worried. Giving him more answers tonight wouldn’t be helpful, so I tightened my grip on him.
“Go to sleep, Christopher.” I lifted my head and kissed his cheek as he groaned in frustration. “You’re going to need your energy tomorrow.”