Ethan
“Do we have to?” Christopher’s whiny questions would have made me second-guess my decision, but we’d already talked about it several times. A walk around campus to draw out the teasing and build up the anticipation wouldn’t kill him.
“Yes, we’re going to have a real date that we can tell people about before we go home and I play with my slut.” I grinned as he groaned and his hand tightened on mine. I was grateful it wasn’t a busy time of day around campus as we meandered down the sidewalk. “If you’re a naughty boy, then I might take you to a movie before we go home.”
That shouldn’t have been a threat, but his hand jerked, and he started to shake his head. “I’ll be good.”
Horny slut.
“Thank you, Christopher.” I felt a shiver run through him.
He took a deep breath and seemed to be having some kind of internal discussion about functioning in public because he stood straighter and glanced around. “Um, are you looking forward to work tomorrow?”
I chuckled but decided that it was as good of a topic for conversation as anything. “Yes, I’m a hands-on kind of guy, and I find the mechanical side of things relaxing.”
“So you don’t like the paperwork?”
“Not exactly…” I thought about how to explain it. “I like knowing that everything is being taken care of and I don’t mind it, but it’s not the part of work that gets me up in the morning.”
He smiled. “So working on the engines and stuff is your reward for getting the paperwork done?”
“Yes. Exactly.” I squeezed his hand.
“I wished figuring out what I wanted to do was that easy.” He looked off over the grassy open area that was dotted with random students spread out studying.
“You’ll figure it out. Most people end up going through several majors before they decide on one.” I bumped my arm into his shoulder. “I’m the oddball who knew right away what he wanted.”
Christopher chuckled and gave me a look out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not sure I’d consider you odd.”
I laughed. “What would you consider me?”
He blushed and grinned, glancing down at the sidewalk. “When we first met, I thought you were some kind of badass biker.”
I had to laugh. “You looked like you were getting ready to fall over in a dead faint.”
“Because all the blood in my body had gone right to my…” his voice dropped lower, “dick.”
“I just thought I scared the hell out of you.”
He shook his head. “Not really; I was more scared of you figuring out all the crazy shit in my head and demanding a different roommate.”
“There’s no way I’d have done that. You were too hot. I would, however, have worked harder on getting to know you if I’d realized you were gay and a kinky little thing.” I would’ve worked a lot harder on that.
Christopher sighed. “I’m only little compared to you—you’re a giant.”
I grinned. “I’ll get you a shirt that says dirty things come in small packages.”
Groaning, he shook his head. “No, that would be terrible.”
Chuckling, I squeezed his hand. “So we’ve found the first thing you would safeword on?”
“Possibly.” He shrugged, still looking sheepish. “Depends on where you wanted me to wear it.”
He was so cute. “Where could you wear it?”
I wasn’t sure the shirt mattered, but I was curious about who he felt safe enough around to show that part of himself.
Christopher took the question seriously, thinking for several long moments before he finally answered. “With Trent and Hayden, I guess. They’re the only ones who know.”
“How did they find out?” I couldn’t imagine Christopher coming right out and announcing it.
He groaned. “Trent reads people well, and he’s…well, he’s kinky too, and knew I was hiding something. So when he told me about his relationship with Hayden, he asked what I was into.”
“So you had to fess up?” I wasn’t sure what Trent was into, but it was evidently interesting enough that Christopher had felt the need to share about himself. “I’m glad they understood.”
“Me too.” He grinned. “I was a wreck when I told them, but Trent is unshockable and has this Dom thing going on where you just listen when he talks.”
I had to smile. “So it was him telling you to calm down and that it didn’t matter?”
“Yeah.” Christopher inched closer until our arms were rubbing against each other. “He’s just a friend, though. They both are.”
Just because he was a virgin didn’t necessarily mean there hadn’t been a Dom in his life, so I appreciated his wanting to clarify. “I can’t wait to meet them. I’m assuming you’re not going to rush them out the door again next time they come over?”
He nodded, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, they’re probably curious about you.”
I lifted one eyebrow. “They know?”
Christopher nodded sheepishly. “I couldn’t help it, aaannd I might have called Trent earlier, panicking after class.”
I smiled and squeezed his hand. “Do you need to call and let him know I haven’t eaten you?”
“Probably.” Christopher reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “A random text would just make him nuts. One sec.”
He let go of my hand and started hitting on the buttons on the screen. I took his arm and said, “Come here; let’s sit down.”
I guided him over to a picnic table under some trees. Sitting next to him, I grinned as he started whispering to himself about Trent being right. The volume was loud enough I could hear when the ringing stopped as the call connected, but not the actual words.
“Hey. I’m alive.” I chuckled at Christopher’s words. He sighed. “No.” Then another pause. “Yes. Yes. No!”
He sighed again and handed me the phone before resting his elbows on the table and burying his head in his hands. I smiled at him as I held the phone to my ear and said, “Hello?”
A chuckle came through the phone. “I apologize for overstepping, but I wanted to make sure everything was okay between you two.”
“And Christopher was being very cagey?”
The calm voice on the other end of the line chuckled again. “Yes, and considering the state he was in when he called earlier, I needed to double-check.”
Yep, Dom.
“We’re fine. We’ve had a nice conversation about sharing in class and boundaries and went out on our first date.” Christopher groaned but didn’t tell me to stop, so I didn’t feel bad. He was a big boy and could have hung up the phone if he hadn’t wanted me to talk to Trent.
“Good.” I could hear a smile in his voice. “I was hoping things would work out fine.”
“I think they have.” Christopher had said that his friend knew, but I wasn’t sure what kind of details he’d want to share, so I didn’t elaborate.
“I’ll let you get back to your date then. I’m assuming we’ll see you on Friday?” I wasn’t sure if the curiosity in his voice was just about me in general or about something specific.
“Of course.” I ran my hand over Christopher’s head. “I’m looking forward to it.”
After a quick goodbye, I disconnected the call and handed the phone back to Christopher, who was now peeking over at me. “Trent didn’t trust that I’d actually talked to you.”
I laughed. “He sounded like he was worried about you and wanted to make sure everything had turned out okay.”
Christopher sighed. “I might have been a bit…reluctant to talk to you after the fiasco in class.”
“I can understand that.” My drama queen had probably been going off his rocker about the idea of explaining everything to me.
Christopher glanced around and then inched closer to me until his arm was pressing against mine again. I asked, “Is this making you nervous?”
He hadn’t seemed to have an issue with me holding his hand earlier, but I knew that everyone had a different level of PDA that they were comfortable with. He nodded. “I just…” He looked out across the grass but inched one leg closer to me. “I haven’t…I keep…this morning I thought you’d hate me, so this is all a bit weird.”
I moved my hand down to rest on his thigh. “Too fast?”
We could slow down if he needed us to. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was all too much. He’d gone from thinking I’d lose it if I found out what he wanted, to having a boyfriend/master in the course of a few hours.
He shook his head. “No.” Then, taking another deep breath, he leaned his head against my shoulder. “It just feels weird that I can touch you, and it’s just…it’s just weird.”
Which had been why I’d wanted us to hang out for a while before we went home. The temptation would be too much when we had privacy and a bed again, so I figured this would be the best way to keep us talking about more innocent things.
“I’m hoping it’s a good weird.” I smiled when I felt his body shake with suppressed laughter.
“Yes.”
“Good.” I squeezed. “Anything else on your mind?”
“Too much.” He took another deep breath. That time it felt more like he was smelling me than trying to relax, but that might have been my own dirty fantasies.
“Pick one.” I gave in to temptation and tilted my head to kiss his forehead. “Or should I go first?”
He didn’t move, but I could hear the surprise in his voice. “Your head’s full too?”
“Oh yes.” Before I could continue, he broke in.
“Kiss my head again.”
My drama queen. “Of course.”
Squeezing his thigh, I turned my head and kissed his forehead again. “How’s that?”
“Nice. I always thought that would feel stupid, but it didn’t.”
He’d evidently been analyzing a lot of different things. “I’m glad.”
“I wasn’t sure how dating and…well, the other part would work together, but…they do.”
“I’m glad they do.” I started running my hand up and down his leg.
As I caressed around his knee, I stroked back up to the top of his leg before starting again. “As hot as the slut stuff is—and don’t get me wrong, I don’t want that to stop—I’m glad we can have more than that. I want to be able to spank you and have you hump my foot and then take you to dinner, not choose between the two.”
Christopher started to chuckle. “You say the most insane things.”
He didn’t seem to mind, so I wasn’t worried. “I’m honest and open-minded, not nuts.”
Christopher sat up and smiled. “No…it’s nuts.”
“Hey.” I leaned in and kissed his lips gently. “Don’t forget, I owe you several punishments.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t move away. If anything, my slut moved closer. “You’re really…” His voice trailed off like he couldn’t form the words to finish the sentence.
“I’m really.” He was too sexy, so I leaned in and kissed him again. “Because I know you want me to. A bit of pain and a bit of humiliation to start. You’ll be ready to come in seconds, but I won’t let you until I’m ready.”
My sweet slut nearly melted into a puddle on the bench. He tried to tighten his legs together, but my hand on his thigh stopped him. “No, naughty boy. Not until you have permission.”
To reward him when he relaxed his legs, I inched higher and stroked the head of his cock. “Good boy.”
No one could see what we were doing, and we were too far away for anyone to hear, so I wasn’t worried about playing with him a bit. At the very least, it would let him get out of his head for a few minutes. Caressing around the head of his cock where I knew it would be sensitive, I continued the teasing.
“You’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?” He couldn’t seem to talk, but he nodded, so I took that to mean he wanted more. “Even if I humiliate you and keep you hard?”
His head jerked up and down, and he made a low moan that had my cock thickening. “Good boy.”
I loved the way he responded, holding nothing back and making me feel like the most incredible lover ever. Experienced or not, sometimes people didn’t click in bed, but the open way Christopher responded just made me want to give him even more and push him higher.
“You know I’m going to enjoy punishing you, don’t you? I’m not going to pretend otherwise.” His cock pulsed under my hand so I eased up on the teasing, letting my hand just rest on top of his dick. “I’m not going to lie to you. I’m going to tell you every step of the way how erotic I find it and how much I love punishing my slut.”
He groaned and rocked his hips to get me to stroke him again, so I gave it a squeeze that had him breathless and leaning into me. “Master.”
“Naughty slut, trying to get off in public. Do you really want to walk back to the dorm sticky with cum? I bet everyone would know what you’d been doing, and I’d have to explain that you were my horny slut.” When he shivered, I thought I’d pushed him too far and made him come again. We got lucky that time, and he managed to hold back that sexy hair trigger of his.
Oh yeah, someone was getting a cock cage.
“Were you naughty, slut?” I gave his dick a pat. “Did you come in your pants?”
The question was just humiliating enough that it pushed his buttons perfectly. He gave me another sexy moan, but managed to shake his head. The needy look on his face had me questioning why I’d made us go on a walk instead of heading directly back to the room. Evidently, Christopher was wondering the same thing. “Can we go home, Master?”
I’d made it perfectly clear what would happen when we got there, so I knew there was no doubt in his mind what he wanted. “Yes, my slut. It’s time for your punishment.”
My boy wanted to get out of his head, to feel like it was all really happening, and to come. I could help him out with all of that.
He smiled and let his head rest on my shoulder. “Thank you, Master.”