Syd and I were entering our first year together. He was getting to where he knew the things I liked to eat, and would cook for me so that we didn't have to go out when I picked him up. His roommate knew what days of the week I came over, and made himself scarce with very little objection over doing so. I feared at first the roommate, a heterosexual, would be an obstacle for us. He seemed wholesome in his own machiavellian sort of way. I was afraid he'd try to sabotage this for the sake of Christianity, but he was surprisingly understanding.
It was the last of November and my birthday. Syd never had any trouble remembering birthdays. He based his interpersonal skills on astrology, although he professed to have no real belief in it. "I use it merely as a guideline," he would say, "and I only hear the parts I like." It turns out he and I are meant to be, me a Sagittarius, he an Aries. I wondered what solidified that. It was actually what first got me interested in Astrology, something that I firmly believe in to this day. "I want to try something different tonight," he said, picking up the plate in front of me and placing it in the kitchen sink. I was slightly afraid and very aroused. "A game."
He took me in to the bedroom and asked me to wait. I looked around the room while he was gone. There was lube on the night stand, I remembered placing it there last week. There was a psychology book on the bed. Syd didn't go to school, but he insisted on furthering his education despite the complete and utter lack of time. He returned with string.
"Sit down," he ordered, indicating the chair nearby. I obeyed. He pulled some string from a drawer. "I'm going to tie you up," he began. He pulled scissors from his pocket and got down on his knees in front of me. "Take off your clothes."
"May I stand up?" I asked. He looked at me, then back down to his string. I began to disrobe. Once I was through, I sat back down.
"Don't sit." I stood and watched him as he tied the string around the fan in the center of the room. "Come here." I walked over and he snatched my hands up over my head and tied them together, then to the string dangling. I tugged a little. "Sturdy," he said. I nodded. He went over to his closet and pulled out a bag, then dumped it's contents onto the bed. A long, black whip. Syd approached me and noticed I was smiling. He smiled a little, too. Placing his hand on my chest, he allowed the whip to fall over my ass cheeks, softly. His hand began wandering down my torso, to my penis, which was pulsating. He ran his fingers over it, then stroked it between two of them. "You make me so fucking hot," he said, watching me shudder. Between his stroking and the whip, I could come any second. He moved around behind me and fell to his knees. He began planting kisses all over my ass cheeks, small at first, then getting the tongue involved. He let his tongue slide all the way across, then fall into the crack. He used his tongue to fuck my asshole some. Soon, he was back on his feet, standing in front of me. He smiled, and playfully smacked my cock with the whip. I was moaning a little now. Putting a little more force behind it, he began hitting my torso. He moved around behind me and hit my ass VERY hard. I couldn't help but moan loudly, both pleasured and pained. Using a circular motion, he began spanking my ass with the whip.
"Do you like this?" he asked? I nodded and moaned, in case he wasn't looking. "Do you like me beating your ass?"
"Yes." I could barely get it out without shuddering. He placed the whip down in front of me and started spanking me with his bare hand. "Jesus, Syd," I finally mustered. He moved in front of me. He spit on my cock and took it in his hand. He stroked it very quickly a few times, then reached up and cut my hands loose. I went to hug him.
"Don't touch me," He said, backing away. I stood in front of him, naked, harder than I'd ever been, wondering when I was going to cum. He pointed to a desk across the room. It occurred to me that he was stilly fully clothed. "Lean over it," he commanded. I obeyed. I heard the unbuckling of his belt and pants and felt his hand in my hair. He grabbed a handful and snatched my head up a little. I cried out as he plunged in to me, fast, hard, and without lube.
"Oh, God!" I shouted. "Syd, stop!" He kept driving in to me at full force and released my hair to grab one of my nipples and yank it, hard.
"Stop?" he asked, never once slowing down. He was pushing harder and deeper with every drive. I banged my hand on the desk and came, full force, on to the carpet below. He continued fucking my ass as I grabbed on to the back of the desk. "I'm about to come," he announced to me, speeding up a little. He started to come inside me, not slowing down his stride. He continued to fuck me, the way he always did, pushing every little bit out of his body and into mine until he simply couldn't come anymore and collapsed on my back. He wrapped his arms around me.
"That was the single most erotic experience of my life," I said. There was no response. He had fallen asleep inside of me.