Nick looked like he wanted to shoot the pizza guy—not that I could blame him. It was probably a good thing because I kinda thought we needed to talk before physical shit got out of hand again. We had to go over a few points to make sure we were both on the same page.

After paying for the food, I headed back to the kitchen. Watching Nick while he looked around the room, I wondered what he thought of it. It was big and bright but all the shiny countertops and stainless steel appliances seemed like something you should see on TV, not in a real house.

I set the box down on the counter and pointed to the cabinet. “Hey, get some plates. We can go eat in the living room.”

While he went over to get them, I picked up our sodas. We grabbed the food and headed into the family room. It was just as bad as the kitchen, but at least the TV was big and the couch was comfortable. Sitting down on the floor by the coffee table, I grabbed the remote.

I flicked through the channels and found an old Bond movie that wasn’t too bad and tossed the remote down on the couch. “So how long have you been into the whole humiliation thing?”

He choked on his pepperoni and glared at me. When he could breathe, he started in on me. “Wait until I’m not going to choke to death before you ask me shit like that!”

Someone was itching for it.

I could see it in his eyes. It was just like in school. I’d say something, and he’d push it for the thrill. “I’d watch it if I were you. I still owe you a punishment from last night.”

He shivered but his expression didn’t say fear—it was pleading to be taken. He mumbled a low apology but didn’t look away. I hadn’t forgotten that he hadn’t answered my question. “Still waiting.”

He grumbled but backed down and thought about it. “I don’t know. Maybe always. It wasn’t something I noticed until high school. It was vague things at first. Little comments that weren’t sexual but felt…different. Like I wasn’t hearing the same thing everyone else was.”

Now he looked down at the floor, ignoring his food. “Do you think it’s weird?”

I had to think about it because I wasn’t sure I could explain it. “Maybe? But I get it. I just don’t know why I get it.” I shook my head. “That didn’t make sense.”

Nick barked out a laugh. “No, it didn’t. But I kinda understand.”

“I didn’t get it at first. I thought I was crazy. I’m not a mean guy, but with you, it was different. I loved making you squirm and getting a reaction from you. I stumbled onto this video one time, just a little amateur clip where this guy was saying crazy things but the other guy was clearly getting off on it. Then I thought of you and it clicked.” I shrugged, trying not to feel weird talking about it.

“So you don’t mind?” His question was hesitant. It was easy to guess how mixed up he was about it. I was in the same boat.

“No. I mean, all the time might be weird. I kinda like hanging out with you like this but yesterday was good. What did you think?” Did he think it felt weird?

He looked up, a naughty gleam in his eyes. “It was awesome. Not even going to try to play cool. Completely perfect.”

An invisible weight lifted from my shoulders. I thought I’d read him right, but I’d panicked a little when I’d gotten home. Calling someone I liked a slut and shoving them around wasn’t how I usually flirted. Not that I’d done much dating. My obsession with Nick had pushed everyone else to the side.

“Good. But one more thing. We need a safeword in case it goes too far or you don’t want to keep going when we’re…doing it.” I sounded like an idiot.

Nick blinked at me and I could see the fantasies rolling around in his head. I leaned over and bumped his shoulder, bringing him out of it. “Not helpful right now. Imagine dirty things after you answer my question, slut.”

He blushed, shifting, so I knew he was getting hard. “I…I…um…how about we do the stoplight thing…green is go…that kind of…thing…”

“Sounds good.” The stuff running through his head had to be good if he was that distracted. He was going to stay that way for a while because it wasn’t time to play yet; I had a plan for later. Standing up, I picked up the plates. “Let’s finish watching the rest of the movie before we have to go to work.”

Nick looked surprised to see the TV on but nodded. “Sure.”

When I came back from the kitchen, I sat down in the corner of the couch where it was the deepest. It was one of those L shaped couches that had plenty of room for two. Not that I’d had anyone over to try it out with. “Come up here.”

Nick shivered and blinked at me but followed directions. Just something simple like telling him instead of asking him got the guy going. It was fun. We seemed to still get along when things were normal, but one little comment would set him off and I could see the desire radiating from him.

I stretched out on the couch and made him lie between my legs with his back to my chest so I could hold him while we watched the movie. Wrapping my arms around him, I behaved myself for the most part. Well, in the beginning. After a while, the urge was too hard to fight. And it wasn’t like he wanted me to behave anyway. He wanted me to be rough and firm.

We were more than halfway through the movie when I gave in. Loosening my grip, I pushed his arms down to the side and started rubbing his chest. His breathing changed right away, and he froze. “Stay still. I’m going to play with my slut while I watch the movie.”

A breathy whine escaped, but he nodded and actually managed to talk. “Yes, Sir.”

Slipping my hands under his T-shirt, I worked them slowly up to his nipples. His body was tight but not defined the way mine was. He was sexy and smooth and it gave me ideas for other things to tease him about. I reached for his nipples and started flicking them with my fingers at first. No pattern, just randomly to feel him wiggle.

He let out more moans and fidgeted. “Stay still, slut. You heard me.”

That made the needy squirming worse. I couldn’t see the outline of his cock through his jeans—they were too baggy, but I knew he’d be hard as a rock. I loved the way I could tease him and keep him hard and no one would notice. He’d probably thought I was kidding before, but I had every intention of getting him desperate and putting a cock ring on him then taking him out to run errands or some kind of shit like that.

He’d go crazy.

He tried to stay still, but by the time I started tugging on them and pinching the tips he was moaning like a porn star. “Look at what a slut you are, little guy. Lying here moaning and probably hard as a rock. Not that I can tell. Your little guy isn’t even big enough for me to tell.”

Part of me still felt weird teasing a guy about the size of his junk. But damned if it didn’t set him off like a firecracker. He started shaking and these sexy whimpers came out. He was going to come, but that wasn’t the plan. “Have I given you permission to come yet, slut?”

He shook his head, and it took two or three tries before he could answer. “No, Sir.”

“Don’t forget that. Just because I’m playing with my slut doesn’t mean you get to come.”

He moaned and pressed back against me but didn’t orgasm; it looked close though. “Yes, Sir.”

Continually teasing him, I kept him right at the edge of crazy. He was perfect. Needy and desperate but he didn’t ask for more. He just took what I gave him. I don’t know if it was the me being in charge part or that he knew he was being used because that’s what I wanted, but he was so turned on it was fun.

I’d already jerked off twice earlier, but it wouldn’t take much to make me come again. He had to feel my cock pressing against him because every time he wiggled he was basically jerking me off. When the movie was over and we had just a few more minutes before we had to get ready to go, I turned off the TV. “Stand up, slut.”

It took Nick a minute to make his body work enough to actually rise. I was afraid he’d fall or something, but he managed it. I rose and stood close so I towered over him. He looked up and licked his lips, eyes still glassy and unfocused.

“You’ve been naughty. You came last night without permission and you didn’t sit still on the couch. You knew better both times, didn’t you?” I growled out the words, loving the way he shivered.

“Yes, Sir. I was bad and I’m sorry.”

“Naughty sluts don’t get to be sorry; they have to be punished.” To me, it almost sounded like bad porn but Nick was eating it up. He nodded and swayed on his feet before he caught himself.

“Yes, Sir.” His voice was almost pleading and his eyes were huge, telling me how much he wanted this.

I pointed to a blank section of the wall near the kitchen door. “Go lean up against the wall.”

He looked a little confused but did what he was told. Walking over, still slightly unsteady, he put his hands where I’d indicated and looked back at me, questioningly.

“Yes, but step back further. I want that ass out, slut.” I reached down and made an obvious gesture to adjust my cock. He stared right at my hand as he stepped back and pushed his ass out. Damn. That was hotter than I’d imagined it would be.

Walking over to him slowly, I stood behind him and pressed my cock up against his ass. His head dropped down and his muscles quivered, fighting not to move. “Naughty sluts get spanked.”

Nick moaned and lost the battle to stay still. He pushed back against me and rubbed his ass along my cock. I reached down and grabbed his hips. “No! Bad slut.”

I scolded him like he was a naughty puppy or something and he ate it up. Shaking, he mumbled an apology, but the words were difficult to understand. I reached my hands around his waist, and I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his knees. His briefs came down with them and suddenly he was standing there, naked ass pressed out, ready for his spanking.

Holy hell. I was going to spank him.

Pushing my worries to the back of my head because it was too late for that, I moved to his side. I’d watched enough porn to know how this was supposed to go. “You were naughty, weren’t you?”

He managed to nod, but that wasn’t enough.

“Tell me.”

Another sexy, desperate sound escaped, but he found the words. “I was naughty, Sir.”

“What do naughty sluts get?” I dropped my voice and let it go low and husky.

Another moan escaped and he thrust his ass out even more. “A spanking, Sir.”

“That’s right. You’re going to remember to be good, aren’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.” Nick’s voice was whiny and needy. Knowing I’d pushed him that far made me even harder. I loved seeing him like that.

Putting one hand on his stomach, just in case he fell, I brought my other hand down on his ass. The smack echoed in the room but his groan was even louder. From the new angle, I could see his cock sticking out and he was so turned on, he was leaking precum down the shaft.

His ass was pink where I smacked him but not enough for me to worry. There were lots of articles online that showed how hard you could spank someone before there would be problems. I’d had this planned since I’d asked him over.

Alternating between each cheek, I watched as his ass reddened up and started to feel warmer under my hand. “Look at your cock. Is your punishment supposed to make you so hard, slut? What kind of naughty boy gets an erection from a spanking?”

The words came tumbling out as he shook and made the craziest sounds. “Bad boy…naughty slut…dirty…sorry…Sir…please…”

When he started begging to come, I knew it was time to stop—because I wasn’t going to actually let him come—at least not yet. I guessed he’d feel even naughtier if he had to go into work unsatisfied. Rubbing my hand over his ass, I let him calm down. His cock was still erect and probably aching by the time he’d relaxed enough to look over at me. The question was clear on his face so I didn’t make him ask.

“I never said you’d get to come, slut.” He shivered, looking like he’d just been fucked. “If you’re good tonight, you might be allowed to get off later.”

“But, Sir—”

I interrupted him, growling out the words because I knew how much he liked it. “Are you arguing with me, slut?”

He looked wrecked and shaken but he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

I gave his ass a pat because he’d find it wonderfully humiliating. “Good boy. Now go get dressed for work or you’re going to make us late. There’s a bathroom by the front door you can use.”

He nodded and started to reach down to pull up his pants. “No. Leave them like that.”

Nick blushed a fire-engine red but his cock jumped like it was straining for more. Oh yeah, that pushed all his buttons. Waddling into the kitchen to grab his bag, he had to come all the way out through the living room to get to the bathroom. His erection looked even harder and his pants had slipped down his legs even more, making it hard to walk.

“Remember, slut. You don’t get to play with yourself. Clean up your wet dick if you need to but when you’re done, I’m going to check and make sure you didn’t come.” That was a spur-of-the-moment idea, but it was pure gold because he moaned and looked like he wanted to throw himself down on the floor and beg to come.

“Yes, Sir.” Embarrassed and horny, which made the cycle keep going, Nick shuffled into the bathroom. When he was out of sight, I sighed and looked at the clock. We had ten minutes. Plenty of time to get dressed and jerk off. He might not be allowed to come, but all it was going to take was one stroke and I would explode.

By the time we were both back at the door ready to go, I felt like I’d gotten a second wind or something. My orgasm hadn’t made me tired like it normally would. It made me want more, and I couldn’t wait for work. Nick, on the other hand, look slightly frustrated and still very turned on.

Wrapping one arm around him, I pulled him close and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. But it was a lot less innocent when I reached down to feel him up. He was still hard. “Very good, slut.”

He blushed and looked down, but I kissed his forehead and brought my hand up to lift his chin. “I’m glad I get to work with you.”

There was more I wanted to say, but I wasn’t sure how. I wanted to tell him how much I liked what we had. I wanted him to know how incredible he was. I wanted him to understand that I got it and what he wanted didn’t seem crazy. The words wouldn’t come out.

But he smiled anyway and nodded. “Me too.”

I gave him another quick kiss, then I took his bag from his hand so I could carry it out. “Let’s go or we’re going to be late.”

Heading out to the car, I looked back at the house. Usually, when my parents were gone, I wanted them to hurry back so the house wasn’t so empty, but tonight it hadn’t felt that way. Being with him had been perfect, and it was the first time I’d wished they would stay away longer. One more week wasn’t nearly long enough.