Christopher
My head felt like there were a million things running around in it—little gremlins, all with their own ideas of what they needed and all talking a mile a minute. Ethan seemed to understand that, though. He kept a tight grip on my hand as he led us back to the dorm, and every time my head started to get too full, he’d tease and tell me about the punishment he had planned.
Always hinting but never giving me enough information to picture what he was going to do.
He seemed to understand that not knowing just made it more erotic. But he made it clear he wasn’t going to let me come until he was ready.
I wasn’t sure how the day had gone from me worrying about Ethan knowing I was staring at him while he changed, to him punishing me and calling me his slut. I had the stupidest urge to pinch myself to make sure it was all real, but the hard-on that wouldn’t go away made it clear I wasn’t dreaming.
By the time we got back to the room, my heart was going a mile a minute, and the wicked grin on Ethan’s face only made my dick harder. As he closed the door and made a point of locking it, he glanced around the room then back at me.
“You’re going to have to be quiet until I can buy a gag for you. Do you understand that, slut?” His heated expression said he was picturing all the things he wanted to do to me, but the way he said it was so straightforward that it made the whole situation more erotic.
“Yes, Master.”
Fuck.
A shiver raced through me, and I had to fight the urge to adjust my dick. Not play with it, just make it more comfortable. But I knew Master wouldn’t allow it—and Ethan was Master. Something about locking the door and being back in the privacy of our room flipped a switch in his head and he wasn’t just my take-charge new boyfriend—he was my Dom.
“Good boy. I don’t want the neighbors to hear how turned on my slut gets.” His hand reached out and cupped my cheek tenderly, but the look in his eyes was anything but sweet. “Now when it’s just the two of us in here, we will always keep the door locked.”
It wasn’t a question, but when he paused, I nodded.
“When it’s just the two of us, I’ll be the one to decide what you get to wear. We’re going to go through your schedule later and see when you need to study and when you have class, but other than that, you’re mine.” His thumb swept across my lips, making me moan.
He smiled. “So responsive. Don’t forget that you need my permission to come, slut. Even if it’s a time you’re supposed to be studying or in class. That eager cock belongs to me, and I’m the only one who gets to let it out to play. Do you understand?”
If he wanted to keep me from coming, he would have to stop saying sexy shit like that. I leaned into his touch and found my hands squeezing the legs of my jeans in a white-knuckle grip to keep from reaching for my dick. “Yes…Master.”
He smiled but shook his head. “Yes what, slut?”
I let out a low moan and tightened the hold on my pants. I was going to break before the punishment even started. “Yes…” I took a deep breath and concentrated on the feel of his hand on my cheek. “Yes, I understand that I…that I can’t touch my cock. It belongs to you, Master.”
One or two strokes, that would be all it’d take and I could come.
“That means I might make you wait to come. I might even lock up that sexy little dick of yours and keep it in a cage.” His rough thumb ran across my lip again. “Of course, it will be up to me to decide when to let you out.”
He said it so tenderly. A sweet control that he’d tighten around me until I belonged to him completely. At least, that was what I hoped he’d do.
“Yes, Master.”
Master’s hand moved down my neck to caress around the collar of my T-shirt. “I think it’s time to start your punishment.”
He pulled at the fabric as he eased one finger under the neck. “You’re going to be naked for me for the rest of the afternoon. Once you’ve had your punishment, we’ll look at your underwear and see if you have anything that I’ll let you wear around here. I’m not sure you will, though.”
Naked.
Underwear.
My dick jerked.
Master must have understood because he smiled. “Do you have any jocks or cute briefs I might like on you, slut?”
“I…” All the dirty things I’d seen online flashed through my mind, but they looked nothing like the plain white ones that were in my drawer. “No, Master.”
He shook his head like it was a shame. “We’ll have to get that fixed then, slut.”
Master was going to…“Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” He stopped playing with my shirt and reached up to caress along my jaw. “Now get naked for me, slut. I’ve waited a long time to see your sexy body, and we both know you’ve seen mine.”
He thought I was sexy.
That probably wasn’t the first thing someone else would have taken from that order, but it was the only thing stuck in my head. That and the command to get naked.
Master stepped back slowly, pulling his hand away, and went over to sit on his bed. “Don’t make me wait, slut.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath before opening them again. Master chuckled. “Stop playing with yourself, Christopher.”
Shit.
I moved my hands away from the front of my pants and shoved them to my side. “I’m sorry, Master.”
He was too sexy. It wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t tell him that.
Master shook his head and leaned back, bracing his arms behind him. “Naked, Christopher. You don’t want to give me any more time to get creative with your punishment.”
Fuck.
“Yes, Master.” My hands slowly reached for my shirt. I wanted to go faster. I wanted to be naked and to let him have his way with me more than anything, but the way he was watching me and the desire coursing through me made it hard to obey.
My fingers fumbled with the edge of the fabric, and as I pulled it up, Master leaned forward and his gaze narrowed. A shiver raced through me again, and he smiled. “I’d worry about how nervous you are, Christopher, but I can see how hard this is making you.”
He knew how turned on it made me. Humiliation rushed through me, followed quickly by more desire. I’d never understood how the two could be so tied together, but it was almost impossible to separate them.
Ethan didn’t mind, though. No, he loved it.
He loved watching me squirm as I slowly undressed.
He loved talking about punishing me and teasing me about what he would do.
He’d loved taking me to lunch.
If anything had surprised me, that had been it. I had a lover, a master, and a boyfriend all wrapped up in one. The memory of how he’d held my hand as we’d walked and how he’d watched me over lunch gave me the courage to strip off my shirt and toss it on the bed.
Master’s gaze swept over my chest and he smiled. “You’re more muscular than I gave you credit for, Christopher.”
He’d thought about my body.
“Keep going. Don’t forget, I’m going to keep getting more creative if you make me wait.” He didn’t seem to think that was a bad thing. “Oh yes, I’m going to keep you dressed up sexy for me, or maybe just naked. I can picture it now. You’ll be stretched out naked on your bed while I play with you just because I can. I can’t wait to see all the things that turn you on, my slut.”
I was his.
His slut.
“Yes, Master.” My hands went to my jeans and slowly started opening them. My fingers kept fumbling the button, but eventually, I made it work.
I almost fell over as I pushed my pants down when he started to speak again. “We’ve got a couple of errands to run this weekend. We need to see about a cock cage for you and get you a few things I can dress you up in.”
A groan escaped as I awkwardly kicked off my shoes and shoved the pants down farther. I probably looked ridiculous, moaning while awkwardly getting naked, but the images running through my head were crazy. It was like some kind of porn come to life where the sexy badass takes the little twink out in public and embarrasses him.
My dick jerked thinking about it, and I could feel precum leaking out.
“Oh yes, we’re going to have to get you something to control that cock, Christopher.” I looked up to see Ethan leaning forward on the bed like he was barely holding himself back from grabbing me.
The way his eyes were focused on my white briefs made me realize they had to be damp with precum. Another blush heated my face as I picked up my pants and socks, then tossed them to the bed. I stood there awkwardly for a moment just letting the humiliation and need wash through me.
With the way my dick tented my briefs, there was no hiding how turned on I was, even if I’d wanted to. I didn’t. As he watched me, little shivers raced through me, and I could almost feel his hands brush over my skin even though we were still feet away.
When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I reached for the underwear. Master shook his head. “No. I’m going to take those off you, Christopher.”
Fuck.
Walking was difficult.
I concentrated on moving my legs and putting one foot in front of the other, but it was like nothing wanted to work. Even my brain had trouble concentrating because all I could think of was what would happen when I got to Master.
When I finally stood in front of him, Master’s hands slowly rose toward me. I knew he was giving me time to change my mind, but the extra seconds just made it harder to control myself and gave me more time to think. I wanted it all stripped away…the underwear…the way my brain raced…the waiting…I wanted to have him take everything.
As his hands finally stroked up the sides of my chest, over my ribs to let his thumbs flick over my nipples, I almost came right then. I’d fantasized about that moment a thousand times, but the reality was even better. Ethan was touching me.
“You don’t have permission to come yet, Christopher.” His firm words cut through the haze seconds before he pinched my nipples.
He had me crying out and my knees starting to go weak as my cock pulsed, but even through the pain and pleasure that radiated from my nipples as he tugged and twisted them, I managed not to come. As the waves of sensation flooded me, I was so proud of the tiny thread of control I managed to hold on to for him…just for Master.
When he released them and slowly stroked over the sensitive skin, I gave Master a shaky smile. “I obeyed. I didn’t come.”
He rubbed circles on the tip of my nipple as he nodded and gave me a proud smile. “You did, Christopher. You were very good.”
Something tender and confusing rushed through me, and I wanted to throw myself at him. But when even I couldn’t understand what I was feeling, I knew I had to hold back. I didn’t want to do anything that would stop Master or make him second-guess what he was thinking.
He knew what to do but if I threw myself at him like a nut, he’d stop and we’d have to talk again.
I was done talking. I just wanted to feel and obey.
“Thank you, Master.” It wasn’t enough, but it was all I could say since I had no idea what was whirling inside of me.
His hands inched down my body, slowly caressing as he watched me with an intent expression that made me squirm. Master grinned as his fingers picked at the elastic band of my briefs. “Such innocent-looking underwear for a dirty boy.”
A fresh wave of desire and shame flooded through me.
Master seemed to understand that and kept his dirty, humiliating words flowing. “I bet your mother picked these out. Well, we can’t have that. I’m going to make sure my slave is dressed how I want him.”
He pulled the fabric away from my hip and let it snap back. I jumped and so did my dick, thoroughly pleasing Master. “Yes, tiny jocks, maybe a few panties for when I want you to look cute and feminine, maybe a few with cartoons on them. I bet you’d be hard as a rock anytime we went anywhere, always worried about going into the bathroom and someone seeing your panties or Spiderman briefs.”
His mind was devious and beautiful.
I had fantasies about all kinds of things, but as Master explained what he would make me do, fresh waves of wicked images flooded through me. I gave a low whimper as Master spread out his hands and his thumbs brushed against my dick.
“I’m going to have so much fun with my slut.” Again, it wasn’t a question, just a statement about what he would do with me. I was his.
“Thank you, Master.” I wasn’t sure what I was thanking him for, but Master took it as his due and nodded.
“And you’re going to thank me every time I dress you up or use you.” His soothing, commanding tone made me want to agree with everything he said.
Before I could respond, his hands started to move me. “Over my lap, slut.”
Fuck.
He was going to spank me.
My mouth didn’t work, but evidently, my legs did because I found myself moving to stand beside him. When I was positioned properly, he moved back on the bed and spread his legs, bringing a hand to my lower back. “You know what to do, Christopher.”
Oh yes, I did.
Making my body obey wasn’t as easy, however. It took several long seconds for my knees to bend and for me to start lying across his legs. Stretching out across the bed, I felt oddly protected as his hands came down on my back, but I’d also never felt more exposed. It was insane, but I loved it.
“That’s right.” One hand wrapped around my waist to hold me tight to his body and the other hand continued to stroke over my back.
When I finally stilled and tried to force my body to relax, Master took that as permission to start inching lower. With each stroke, he continued downward until he was caressing over my ass, squeezing and exploring me.
I’d never had anyone touch me that way or make me feel like they were analyzing every inch of me. Ethan or Master, he seemed to get me in a way that no one had before, and I couldn’t decide if it was scary or erotic or both.
Probably both.
When he started slowly tugging down the briefs and exposing my ass, I thought I’d finally break and scream at him to hurry. But one stroke of his finger up my crack had me breathless and every demand rushing out of my head.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, Christopher.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but the honest tone in his voice made his sincerity obvious.
But I wasn’t anything special. I was shy and awkward and never the guy anyone had even described as hot, much less beautiful. Not that I was going to argue about that with the guy who was getting ready to punish me.
Nope, I wasn’t that stupid.
Maybe that needy, though, if he took much longer to get started.
“You’re so excited, you’re almost begging.” The smile in his voice had me blushing and pressing my face into the bed, chasing out the demanding pleas that wanted to escape. “I bet by the time I’m through with you that you’re going to want to hump my lap and get yourself off, but you can’t, slut. No, I’m not going to let you come that easily.”
Fuck.
Just the image of humping his lap had my hips rocking. Master’s firm squeeze and immediate response made it even harder to stop. “No. You know the rules.”
I knew them, but I wasn’t sure I could obey. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“You’re going to be very sorry when you end up in a cage, Christopher.” The firm, almost condescending tone to his voice had my hard cock dripping more precum.
Before I could force my brain to decide on a response, his hand came down for the first time, sending sensation crashing over me. Pain mixed with pleasure as his hand came down again on my other cheek. I found myself moaning and gasping as he continued. My ass arched up without conscious thought to beg for more, and with each smack, it pushed my dick harder against his leg.
It was incredible.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy. It’s a master’s job to help his slut remember the rules and how to be a good boy.” I was breathless and desperate, but Master was calm and controlled as he brought his hand down again, that time on the lower part of my cheek where my leg met my ass. I knew it would be sensitive, but the pleasure was even more incredible, making my dick jerk and causing me to fight the urge to cry out louder.
All I could do was moan and shake and wordlessly beg for more as he heated my ass.
“This is what you’ve been needing…a master to control you and spank you and to force you to admit all the dirty things that are in your head.” Master’s hand slowed, but still peppered my ass with swats that made it impossible to think.
When he finally stopped spanking me and just stroked over my heated ass, I found myself still arching up into his touch and whining for more. Master chuckled and squeezed down on a tender spot, making me moan and hump his leg.
“My pretty pain slut.”
The rush of desire and embarrassment that hit me almost made me come. Master’s wandering fingers that caressed up my crack, barely grazing over my hole, didn’t help my control any. The cage was starting to sound like a good idea. The idea of giving up control was hot and being locked up was crazy embarrassing, but knowing I didn’t have anything to worry about and could just enjoy the painful pleasure would make it perfect.
I’d never thought of myself as a pain slut, but the fabulous sensation running through me had me willing to accept it without question.
When Master gave my ass a firm pat, I moaned. He chuckled. “Little slut. Your punishment isn’t over. Go stand in the corner.”
I forced my head off the bed enough to turn toward the only empty corner beside the closet. Questioning his order never crossed my mind. It was too erotic and humiliating for me to say anything. Actually getting off his lap wasn’t as easy as I expected, though.
With my hot ass and hard dick, my brain had other things to focus on. Moving muscles and walking wasn’t high on the priority list. Master understood, because he kept a tight grip on me. Even when I was standing, he refused to let go, walking me to the corner.
When I tried to pull up my briefs, he stopped me. “No, you’re going to stay on display for me, slut.”
That had my dick throbbing. It was still pinned awkwardly in my underwear, though. As Master positioned me with my face close to the wall, he reached down and freed my dick. He positioned my briefs under my balls so I was completely exposed and gave me several long strokes.
“I want you to stay just like this. Naughty boys have to stand in the corner and think about how they disobeyed their master, but I want my boy hard.” He squeezed my dick to make his point. “If you start to get soft, I want you to call out to me and I’ll come over and get you hard again.”
A breathless moan escaped as I closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall. It was going to be a long afternoon.