by M. A. Innes
Chapter 2
Kyle
I was mad but somehow the anger fueled the desire. Was that fucked up?
Probably. But ask me if I cared.
Nick had made me crazy for years. Even before the teasing started, he’d wormed his way under my skin. For a long time, I just watched him, but at some point, we crossed a line and all I’d wanted to do was press him into the lockers and fuck him senseless.
It had been my first clue that I was bi.
He’d had me convinced I was some kind of freak. The first guy I was attracted to and all I could think of was to taunt him. And God, the crazy fantasies. The way he’d blush and glance away when someone teased him made me insane, but watching him when it was only the two of us had me so hard my brain wouldn’t work.
Nick would look at me with those big blue eyes of his. Then he’d suck in that sexy-as-fuck bottom lip and his tongue would peek out. Nobody who hated to be teased would ever look like that. Most people didn’t see it or maybe they just weren’t looking for it, but I’d known something was different.
It had just taken too long to figure out what it was.
I pushed my body against him even harder and he shook. This blank expression fell over his face. I’d have freaked the fuck out if I hadn’t seen it in porn—thank fuckin’ God for the internet. “You don’t get to do that yet, slut. What did you do when you were thinking about me?”
There might have been a twinge of worry when I called him that name, but the blissed-out expression on his face pushed it away quickly.
I didn’t even know how it started. One day it was there—he went from just a kid in my classes to someone who got under my skin in the craziest way.
He was a freaky little slut, but he was going to be my freaky little slut.
He took several stuttered breaths before the words came out. His embarrassment was easy to see, but it seemed to make him even more turned on—he got this faraway look in his eyes and his body relaxed against mine with these sexy as fuck shivers running through him. Like I could do anything to him and he’d love it.
“I—I would lie down in bed and stick my hand down my shorts under the covers. Then I’d play with myself thinking about the things that you said and the things you could have said. I’d come so fast. And after the closet…every night for like a week I played it over and over in my head.”
He looked so fuckin’ innocent like he could have been telling me anything, but the craziest shit was coming out of his mouth and that made me even more turned on. “You were a dirty slut, weren’t you? Thinking about how I would touch you and what I would do. I bet you got hard every time I called you shortie or a little guy.”
“Yes.” It came out more as a moan than an answer, but it couldn’t have been any hotter.
“Little slut.” The quivering got worse, and he arched into me. I was so turned on the words came out as a growl. “Are you going to come, little guy? Did I say you could do that? Dirty little sluts like you need permission to come.”
“Please?” It was pitiful and needy and so ridiculously arousing.
“No. Not until I say so.”
“Yes, Sir.” His big eyes were filled with desire and a longing I didn’t understand. “I’ll be good.”
He had me so close to the edge, I almost exploded. “Who do you belong to, little slut?”
Nick sucked in a breath and moaned. “You, Sir?”
“That’s right, slut. And I don’t share my toys. Are you my toy? Are you my toy to use and tease?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m your slutty toy.” He looked confused but hopeful. Like I was giving him everything he’d ever wanted, but he wasn’t sure it was real.
“You want to be a good little guy, don’t you? Do what you’re told? Please me?”
He couldn’t even make the words come out this time. He nodded his head and made a low, whining sound that hit me deep in my gut. What other sounds could I get him to make? Just talking dirty and rough, pressing him up against the wall, totally blew his brains. It made me desperate for more. The power trip was completely overwhelming.
I already knew the answer, but having to tell me was going to make him even more turned on. “Has anyone else touched you, slut? Has anyone else teased your cock? Spanked your ass? Have you been down on your knees for anyone else?”
I’d have known if he’d even dated anyone. He hadn’t. I’d made sure of that.
There were a few guys and girls over the past couple of years who had been tempted. Nick didn’t advertise his sexuality, but he was hot enough that several people were willing to take the chance. A look and a few well-placed words were enough to chase them off though.
No one was going to get to him before I figured out what the fuck he wanted.
He blushed and stammered but his hips thrust up to fuck against me. He started to talk, but I had to take charge. “Do you get to fuck yourself on me, little slut? Do you get to rub yourself off like you’re a dog humping my leg?”
He let out a broken moan and his entire body stiffened. He was so turned on he was going to come at any second. “No, I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Good slut. Now answer my question.” I growled out the words and he whimpered again. A sexy pleading sound that went right to my cock.
“No, Sir. There was no one.”
I knew what would send him right to the edge again. “So you’re a virgin slut?”
I sneered the words out, and he vibrated with pleasure. “Yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
“I’m a virgin slut.”
“You’re my virgin slut.”
“I’m your virgin slut, Sir.”
I rubbed myself against his cock. “Good little guy.”
He moaned again and I could see how hard it was for him to stay still. If he wanted to feel something rubbing on his cock, it was going to be me. Taking half a step back, I grabbed his hands and pulled them over his head. He almost melted into the floor.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
“If you want your cock played with who do you have to beg?”
He gasped and arched up away from the wall, chasing my body. “You, Sir. Please touch me. Please, I need you.”
Sexiest. Fuckin’. Thing. Ever.
“Since you begged so nicely.” I gave Nick a wicked grin that seemed to have him mesmerized, because he just watched me and shivered in my arms. Moving his hands into one of mine, I brought the other down and trailed it along his body.
He was slender and compact, but I could feel his muscles and knew he’d have a great body. Touching him made him seem even smaller and that set us both off. Dragging my hand along his body, I stopped and ran my fingers over his chest. His shirt was thick enough that I couldn’t see his nipples, but I knew I’d gotten it right when he made this sexy mewling sound and almost hyperventilated.
“Does my little guy like having his nipples touched? Are you going to beg me to play with your tits?” There had to be another good word that would make him crazy. I’d have to think about it but tits would work for now.
“Please. Yes. Please.”
“Not now, little guy. Naughty slut.”
Watching him react had me feeling ten feet tall. Like I could do anything. He made me crazy, but I was like an addict, always wanting more from him.
I could see he wanted to beg, so I pinched one of his nipples. He squirmed, and he thrust out trying to get more friction on his cock. I reached down and gave his hip a little pop. Not even enough to leave a red mark, but he cried out and started sucking on that bottom lip. “That wasn’t a punishment to you, was it? Does my little slut want to get spanked? Have you dreamed about being bent over my lap like the naughty boy you are?”
He didn’t look like he could even think. All he did was stare at me and shake, it was as if I’d completely blown his brain, and he still had all his clothes on. The rush of power that ran through me made me light-headed. When I’d watched humiliation scenes online it’d been ar
ousing but nothing like this.
Moving my hand away from his nipples, I slid it down his flat stomach. If he was going to come, it would be in my hand, not in his pants while I played with his tits. Not this time. But in the future, that would go on the list.
When I reached his waist, I paused long enough to give him time to protest. Nothing. No hint to slow it down, no reservations, just open desire and need. Palming the front of the fabric, I felt his hard cock and rubbed it through his pants. “You don’t get to come till I tell you. Don’t forget.”
He nodded and tried to talk but it was no use. His brain was fried. “That’s a good little guy.”
And there it was, something new. If I hadn’t been watching his face, I would have missed it. Something about what I was doing pushed a new button and took him even higher. Something embarrassing that sent even more arousal through my slut. What was it?
Touching his cock was part of it but what? Had I said something?
I had a lightbulb moment—I’d seen this video…but was that what he wanted? I didn’t mind either way, but it would be a huge deal for him if I guessed wrong. It was one of those make-or-break things. Guess the wrong kink and you’re shown the door.
Oh well. I was all in anyway.
“Is this what you didn’t want anyone to know? Why you were always so careful in gym? I even changed my schedule to be in your gym class, little slut, but you never took off all your clothes where anyone else could see you.” I watched him closely to see if he would get upset or if it would give him the embarrassing pleasure that he loved so much.
Bingo.
His face flushed bright red, and he closed his eyes, but his cock jumped against my hand and I could feel how the precum had soaked through his pants. Opening the button, I eased the zipper over his cock and pushed down the wet briefs. They were sticky and soaked with precum. If his cock wasn’t still so hard I would have thought he’d already come.
I cradled his dick and rubbed the head with my thumb. Small circles around the most sensitive parts. I wanted him on the edge, but not enough to push him over yet. He was small but probably proportionate to his body when I thought about it. It was beautiful though. Thick, with a mushroom head that flared out slightly, he’d be a mouthful but not much more than that.
Looking back up at Nick’s face, his eyes were still scrunched closed and I could see some real nerves peeking out around the arousal. He wanted the humiliation play but my hunch was that he didn’t want me to have an actual issue with his cock.
“Is this what I was doing in your fantasies? Playing with your pretty little cock?”
He nodded frantically, some of the fear fading. “Please…please…”
I could only guess what he was begging for: more teasing, more pleasure, more of everything, probably. Lucky for Nick, that was what I wanted to give him. “When I called you little guy, this is what you were thinking of—me holding your pretty little cock and touching you. Knowing how small you are, how delicate.”
He started to shake and I could feel the precum leaking from his slit. He nodded again and this time even begging was beyond him; all he could do was whine and whimper for me. So fuckin’ perfect. So fuckin’ beautiful.
I shoved one leg between his thighs to brace him and started caressing his cock in long, slow motions. “Every time I call you my little guy from now on, we’re both going to remember this moment and you’ll know I’m picturing your cock. You’ll know that it fits into my hand and that I know your dirty little secret. It’s so small I could keep you hard all the time and no one would see. I’ll make you walk around with your little erection straining, and it’s so tiny no one will even guess. But I will. I’ll know what a little slut you are. My little slut, aren’t you?”
He jerked frantically, eyes wide now, watching as I got him off. He was so close. It was only going to take the smallest thing to send him flying. And that’s what I wanted to see—Nick completely lose it because of what I was doing to him.
Tightening my grip, I grazed his balls with my fingers and dropped my voice to a husky whisper. “I bet I could even fit the whole thing in my mouth.”
He let out this strangled sound and shot everywhere. Cum streamed into my hand and he shook so hard my leg was the only thing that kept him upright. He arched and jerked like he was being possessed. I wanted to keep it going forever but eventually, he sagged down and blinked up at me like he’d shot his brains out through his cock.
I let go of his sensitive, spent cock and brought my hand up to his mouth. Watching him lick his cum off my fingers was a vision that would stay with me forever. I was going to be a dirty old man in a nursing home one day, taking little blue pills just to keep jerking off to this memory.
He was mine.
But fuck, now what?
Chapter 3
Nick
When my arms wouldn’t work enough to put my dick away, Kyle did it for me. Was he trying to be sweet or just practical? There was only so long I could stay half-naked in that hallway before someone would notice. But he had this look. It was serious and sexy and complicated—We were going to be very complicated.
There was a “we,” right?
“You were serious about the us together…um…no one else part, right?” I was going to feel stupid if he said no, but better to get it out now than to become even more obsessed with him. That ship might have already sailed, though.
Kyle stepped close, his muscular body pressing me against the wall, and I got that crazy trapped feeling again. He growled out the words and there was this sexy anger to them. “Yes. Have you changed your mind?”
“No. I…um…I…I want it.” I stumbled over the words. It was his fault. When he was pressed up against me like that I couldn’t think. It was some crazy switch that turned my brain off.
“You’re going to be my little guy, aren’t you?” His words dripped with sex, and my dick was making a valiant effort to come out to play again.
My response was automatic. “Yes, Sir.”
“Very good, little guy.” The words reminded me of when he had my dick in his hands. Was he really thinking of that?
In my fantasies, he’d never minded my size, but real life could have been very different. Little body, little dick…it made sense, but it’d also kept me a virgin a lot longer than I’d wanted. Not that I figured many guys would understand what I liked. I’d hoped to meet someone nice who didn’t think I was crazy though—or who didn’t realize how crazy I was. Either one would have worked.
But this was fantasy-porn perfect.
Not the cheesy stuff that made you cringe with the bad acting but the good stuff that made you almost believe it was real. But holy hell, this was real. “Pinch me?”
He shook his head. “I’m real but I’m not going to pinch you. Spank you? Oh yeah.”
All I could do was nod like a moron. It was even easier now to picture how it would go. Spread out over his lap, pants down around my knees, him telling me how naughty I’d been. I couldn’t hold back the little whimper that escaped.
Kyle got this wicked grin that made me shiver. “You like that. I bet you have a thousand dirty things running through your head right now.”
I nodded and I could feel the blush heating up my face again.
“You might get your wish. You didn’t have permission to come, little guy. You shot off, getting cum everywhere and didn’t ask at all. Is that how a good boy behaves?” Between his incredible words and the hard-on that was pressed tightly against me, I wanted to throw myself at his feet and beg for it.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You will be, slut.”
It shouldn’t have sounded so good, but the way he said it made me ache. I was his slut. What genie’s bottle had I rubbed to get everything I’d ever wanted?
“Come on. We’re going to get caught.” Stepping back, he watched me closely while I balanced and moved away from the wall. He was expecting me to collapse or something but I made my legs work.
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sp; As we walked to the door, I straightened my clothes and ran my fingers through my hair. He’d said the cameras could detect us once we opened it, and I didn’t want to look like I’d just been fucked. The manager didn’t need to see that part of the evening.
Kyle shook his head and for the first time, I caught a glimpse of a sweeter expression, a smile that said he thought I was funny. He didn’t take my hand or do anything overt, but he walked close to me and stayed with me while I headed for my car. Not sure what to do, I looked over at him.
He must have seen my questions…or at least some of them, because he leaned up against the driver’s side door and cocked his head. I wasn’t sure if he was thinking or waiting for me to say something but eventually, he spoke. “I’m going to pick you up for dinner tomorrow before work. You have two options. You can come over to my house—my parents are out of town—or we can go to a restaurant. Your pick.”
My choice for the place but not the actual date? I could live with that.
“Your house.” I wasn’t going to play hard to get. I still wasn’t sure what was going on, but I wouldn’t waste my time pussy-footing around like I didn’t really want it. That was a surefire way to screw things up before they started.
He grinned, then reached down to adjust his cock.
Fuck. He was huge.
Maybe not porn star big but even imagining what he looked like sent a shiver through me. That made his smile even bigger. Ass.
“I’ll pick you up at six. Then I’ll bring you home after work.” His tone was confident like he didn’t even consider that I would question it. Hell, he was right. I wasn’t going to, but it was still hot.
“Okay.”
“Give me your phone; you need my number.” Holding out his hand, the one that had just been touching his cock, he looked impatient.
He was giving me his phone number? Like I was supposed to call him? “Sure.”
Completely floored, I handed it over, watching while he put in his information. When his phone beeped, he pulled it out of his pocket to check and nodding, handed mine back. “There. Now, what did I say about touching what’s mine?”
