This update's been a long time coming. Once the second semester started last year, life got busy and the story got away from me. I'm finally back to it now that this semester's coming to a close. I'm working off memory for some of it (though they are VERY vivid memories), so bear with me. The good news is that the remaining chapters of this story are all written, so no waiting for the finale!
The morning after the end-of-semester rager, I packed up a few things and drove home. I had about a four-plus-hour drive ahead of me, and I spent pretty much the entire drive thinking about that last night. As I said, it was an altogether unique experience for me. I'd bottomed a few times in high school, but mostly hadn't cared for it. I'd realized pretty quickly that I enjoyed topping a lot more, and so I'd stuck to that for the last year and a half. And while I'd never considered myself "dom" in any real way, I certainly didn't identify as a sub. Having Nick be so utterly in charge while I blew him was totally different from anything I'd ever done before. And reliving the night's events in my head definitely had an effect on my other head: I spent pretty much the entire drive with a raging boner. The ruined orgasm, and the lack of real relief it had provided, didn't help, either. But every time I considered unzipping my fly and rubbing one out on the interstate, I heard Nick's voice in my head ordering me to save it. I distinctly remember thinking to myself that I'd certainly never make it 3.5 weeks, but I'd see if I could save up for a day or two, just to humor him.
And so every single morning that I was at home, I woke up achingly hard. Like, so hard I could have hammered nails with it. My horniness was through the fucking roof. But just like on my drive home, I never could quite bring myself to actually do it. I had plenty of opportunity: I have my own room at home and ample privacy. But every time I'd slide my underwear down and wrap my hand around my dick, I just couldn't manage to finish. I'd invariably edge myself for a bit (which certainly wasn't helping my horniness), and then sadly tuck my dick away again. I kept resolving every time that this would be the morning I'd finally blow my pent-up load, but I never did it. Every time I'd get close, something about our last encounter would replay in my mind. I'd think about his tongue darting into my mouth or the way his cum tasted or his fingers lightly stroking my cock, and that sense memory would make it impossible for me to disobey him.
I didn't actually hear from Nick until I'd been home for a week. I was sitting in the living room with my parents watching a Christmas movie when I felt my phone buzz and saw a text from him.
"How's home?"
"It's been fine. How's life back home in the sun?" (Nick was originally from LA and had flown home to see his family.)
"I mean, no complaints. It's always a little weird being in my parents' house again, haha."
"God, tell me about it. It's like I'm still in middle school, instead of fucking 20, lol."
"Yuuuuup. And I can't fucking get laid. I can't host, and there's been too much other shit going on for me to sneak out."
"I haven't even thought to fire up Grindr, honestly."
"You better not be on Grindr. You're supposed to be saving that load for me!"
Just him bringing it up was enough to make me instantly hard. "Ha, I am, though mostly just because I haven't had any time to myself to jack it! :tongue-out emoji:" This was a lie, of course, but I didn't want Nick to know I was "obeying" him.
"I don't really give a shit why, just make sure you don't cum. I don't like being disobeyed."
Reading that line made my dick throb. Like, I could literally feel it pulse in my pants. I glanced down surreptitiously to make sure it wasn't super obvious during family movie time and was lucky that the angle I was sitting at didn't make it immediately apparently that I had a fucking steel bar tucked down the side of my leg.
I started to try formulating a witty response to Nick, but before I could get my thoughts into a text, I saw the typing indicator appear and then another message came through.
"What are you doing right now?"
"We're watching Elf. Family tradition."
"Send me a dick pic."
"Lol, seriously?"
"Yes. I want something to jerk off to tonight knowing that you can't."
I tilted my phone away to make sure it wasn't visible to the rest of the family, dug through my Hidden album for a favorite boner pic, and sent it to Nick.
"No, dumbass. I meant I want a current one. I don't want some pic you took a year ago in your fucking freshman dorm or whatever. Send me a picture of your dick right now."
"I can't! We're all in the living room together and I'm not sure I can really stand up right now."
"That's not my problem. Send me a picture, Tay."
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why I was letting him get to me like this, but something about him just made me want to do what he said. I casually propped one leg up to obscure my crotch from my parents, then reached down and tried, as subtly as possible, to maneuver my rock-hard erection up under the waistband of my pants. Once I was confident I could stand up without a very obvious tent, I sort of whispered aloud to no one in particular, "Sorry, gotta pee. No need to pause!" then darted out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.
I shut the door behind me and locked it. I pushed my pants down to my knees, pulled my shirt up a bit to expose my abs, and then snapped a picture of my boner in the mirror with my iPhone. For a few excruciating seconds, I was absolutely convinced I was going to shoot a load handsfree all over the bathroom counter. I was horny beyond belief with a hair trigger, and just the act of doing something so illicitly sexual in my parents' house for this boy who'd somehow totally mindfucked me had nearly ended my week's worth of abstinence unintentionally. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily), the moment passed. I texted the picture to Nick, very gingerly pulled my pants back up, flushed the toilet just in case anyone was paying attention, and headed back out to finish the movie.
"Fuck, Tay. That's so hot. Can't wait to wrap my hand around it again when we're back."
"Fuck that, Nick. I want you to wrap your MOUTH around it."
"I don't usually suck dick, but maybe I'll do it specially for you. You save it until we're back, and we'll see about a blowjob."
"Lol, there's no way I'm going to make it until we're back. I nearly came just taking that pic."
"You had fucking better, Tay. I'm not kidding. You shoot another load without my permission, and you'll pay for it when we're back. I've broken tougher boys than you."
"Fine, I'll try, I promise!"
"Good boy."
I woke up the next morning to a text from a Nick: a video of him jerking off. He'd clearly propped the phone on a bathroom counter, stripped down, and was stroking his big dick. The video was a couple minutes long, and so incredibly hot. His body looked amazing, and the angle of the phone on the counter made me feel like I was back on my knees again with his cock in my face. He edged himself for 90 seconds or so, and there was a constant stream of dirty talk I couldn't really make out. But as his orgasm approached, he stepped closer to the counter, and I could hear him say, "I'm going to shoot this load so deep in your fucking hole, Tay," and then he came, hard. His cum shot out everywhere, spraying all over the counter and the sink. It was incredible. At the end, he leaned down so his face was clearly visible and licked a few drops of cum off his hand. "See you in a couple weeks." Then he stopped recording.
I watched the video a couple of times that morning, and let me tell you, it took every single ounce of willpower I had not to blow my load. At one point, I had to kick the covers off of myself--just the pressure of my duvet on my crotch was getting me too close. I decided I was playing with fire, so I decided to get out of bed. Before I did, I texted Nick a picture of the giant wet spot my precum had made on my boxers, with my erection clearly visible, straining against the fabric.
He replied later: "Looks like someone enjoyed my little present this morning."
This was basically how the rest of my time at home went. Nick would torment me relentlessly with hot pics and videos. He sent me almost daily videos of him jerking off. He sent me a picture he'd surreptitiously snapped of his crotch in church of all places, his hard dick clearly outlined down the leg of his pants, with the cheesy message "Can't be holy when I'm thinking of your holey." He did manage to sneak off at least once for sex, because he sent me a video of him breeding some guy, this time with the message "Having fun, wish you were here." Worse for my libido were his demands for fresh pics and videos from me. If I was at home, it was usually easy enough to sneak into the bathroom and snap a quick pic. But I made the mistake once of telling him we were going to my grandparents' house for dinner one night, and he demanded I send a video of myself stroking in their bathroom.
"I'm not sure I can stroke it, Nick. I'm afraid I'll nut!"
"Take your time and go slow. But I want to see ten good strokes on camera from Grandma's bathroom. Be a real shame if you blew a load all over her sink, wouldn't it?"
So I dutifully excused myself at one point in the evening, snuck into a guest bathroom, pushed my pants and underwear down around my ankles, and gave my soft cock a few quick tugs. It jumped to full mast almost immediately. By this point, I hadn't cum in over two weeks, by far the longest I'd ever gone. I woke up every morning rock hard and went to bed afraid I'd have a wet dream like I was 14 again. I thought all the time about how easy it would be to just explode. A few quick strokes would do it. I was 100% sure I could go from totally soft to earth-shattering orgasm in under 30 seconds. Probably under 20, if we're being honest.
But by this point in my holiday break, the idea of actually disobeying Nick had ceased to be something I was seriously considering. Like, I could imagine the ease of the act itself, but actually committing the act wasn't something I even really contemplated. Nick had made it clear I wasn't allowed to cum, so I wasn't going to cum.
I turned to face the mirror and took a couple of deep breaths. My cock was so hard it was bouncing in time with my pulse. I gave myself one gentle stroke down and back up. "One." I paused for a couple of seconds and repeated it. "Two." Already I could feel myself getting close to the edge. The combination of direct penile stimulation and transgression (edging myself in my grandparents' bathroom to please a guy!) was nearly overwhelming. I knew I was really going to have to be careful doing this.
I'd just gotten through my fourth stroke when I realized I'd fucked something up. In my haste to get my pants down, get my dick out, and get this over with without blowing my embargoed load all over Grandma and Grandpa's sink, I hadn't actually set my phone up to record the whole thing. Nick's text had very clearly said ten strokes on camera, and so the first four agonizing strokes had all been for naught. I bent over, fished my iPhone out of my pocket, propped it up, and set the camera up to record myself.
The next few minutes were literally touch-and-go. I'd get one stroke, maybe two, on my dick, and then I'd have to snatch my hand away and think deeply unsexy thoughts to keep myself from tipping over the edge. Thinking about baseball did nothing. I had to fantasize about the grotesque to hold back my load. I won't get into details because this is Nifty, but it was a fucking struggle.
Once the tenth (really fourteenth) stroke was done, I stopped and just stood stock still for 30 or 45 seconds. I could feel my penis hovering on that thin line between no-orgasm and orgasm, and I thought if I even moved, I'd just blow. I watched myself in the bathroom mirror and saw a bead of white appear at the tip of my dick and drip down onto the counter--that's how close I was to nutting. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths and finally felt my orgasm retreat. I turned off the camera, got dressed, gave myself a once-over in the mirror to make sure I didn't look as deranged as I felt, texted the video to Nick, and then went back out to rejoin my family.
Twenty minutes later, my phone buzzed: "Still at Gammy and Gampy's?"
"Lol. I am, yeah. We're playing Pictionary. eyeroll emoji"
"Good. Go to the bathroom again and FaceTime me."
"Jesus, I can't keep sneaking off!"
"Do it. Go. You've got two minutes."
I hastily excused myself from family game time and practically bolted down the hall to the most remote bathroom I could find in my grandparents' house. I locked the door and called Nick on FaceTiime, hurriedly turning the volume down on my stupid phone just in case anyone came to look for me.
When he answered, he immediately turned the camera around and I could see why I was on the clock. Nick was lying on a bed, jerking off. "That video was so hot, Tay. I needed to cum and I wanted you to see me do it." He grunted loudly, and I watched another one of his huge loads erupt from his beautiful cock. Six or seven ropes of cum shot out all over his chest, it looked like. When he finished cumming, he turned the camera around again and I could see his face. One of the shots had in fact hit his cheek. My first thought was that I wished I could be there to lick all of that hot cum up.
"You've been such a good boy, Tay, but I don't want to take any chances between now and when we get back to campus. From now on, no more touching your dick. You'll get too close and fuck this up, and I don't want to have to punish you when you've been so good so far."
"I can't NOT touch my dick, Nick. How will I pee?"
"No, I mean, don't touch your boner. If it's soft, you can do what you want with it. Take a piss, wash it in the shower, fucking use it as a bungee cord, I don't care. But the second it starts to chub up, you get your hands off of it, understand? Your hard dick is off limits to you from now until you're in my apartment."
"All right."
"All right?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly.
"Uh, yes sir?"
"Good boy. Plus, this way, your dick will be absolute desperate for my touch once we get back." And with that, he hung up.
I put my phone back in my pocket and headed back towards the living room, but bumped into my grandmother halfway down the hall.
"Taylor, honey, I was just coming to check on you. Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, Grandma. I just needed to use the bathroom again. I think it must just be something I ate."
"Gosh, I hope it's not anything I cooked!"
And that's how deep I was in it for Nick at this point. I was willing to lie to my fucking grandmother at Christmastime and make her think her food had given me food poisoning or something just so I could watch this stud jerk off on FaceTime. I am officially a Bad Person.