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Bending Butts Bending Rules
Chapter 6: Buff's Protection Has One Condition
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My cum had saved Hush from whatever severe punishment he'd been on the verge of receiving. The rest of the deflowering ritual had gone very well, and I'd even gotten to come a sixth and final time by being one of the last ones. Jeremy was officially sub, and he'd taken many loads in his sloppy hole that night. The higher-ups were pleased.
And all thanks to a big lie that Jeremy and I had swept under the rug, swearing to each other to never tell a soul about me deflowering him before the ritual.
It was a couple of weeks later, and I woke up from my bed in my and Buff's dorm room. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and I'd see my family later today and stay with them until Sunday. November was flying by fast, and there were only a few weeks left of the semester before Christmas break.
What was Lincoln up to these days? How was his mental health? Even though I couldn't get myself to forgive him for toying with me and recording us fucking behind my back, I still hoped he'd get the help he needed. Since my sister managed her bipolar disorder for a successful life, there was hope for Lincoln if he ever decided to start DBT for his borderline personality disorder.
Buff returned from taking a shower in the communal bathroom, forming his signature crooked smirk. He was shirtless with just gray gym shorts on, carrying his damp towel over his shoulder and his duffel bag. He put his things away and sat on his bed.
I sat upright with a smile, realizing more and more just how hot Buff really was. Well, okay, I'd always known it, but lately, he'd been turning me on more than ever just by me being around him longer.
"Tell me something, Aaron," Buff began. "Have you ever thought about being a god? You know, if you could be one?"
I chuckled. "A god?"
"Sure, why not? It's just a different flavor of Master/slave."
"Oh, BDSM, I see." I'd never dabbled with much kink, and while I couldn't say never, I wasn't sure how to roleplay as a god. Would I stick a lightning-shaped dildo up Buff's ass for being a naughty boy? God, that sounded so weird.
"I think you'd be perfect for godhood." Was Buff just horny right now? He gave me a hungry look, so it was very likely.
Oddly enough, my dick woke up and poked through my boxers, but I didn't bother hiding it. If anything, I was curious to see where this could lead since the two of us hadn't had sex with each other.
Buff licked his lips as he lowered his gaze, now focused on my boner. "That's a big tent you got there. I think you do want to be a god since you got hard right after I mentioned it."
Not really, I didn't think, but I was getting horny now, so whatever. We'd been roommates for a few weeks now, and honestly, it was time we finally fucked.
"You said you've never bottomed before, right?" Buff asked.
"Nope, and I don't plan on it. Total top here."
"Nice." Buff was getting really thirsty, more than ever, like he needed to get pounded by my fully erect dick. "In my eyes, gods never bottom. Have you had your ass eaten?"
I shook my head. "I mean, I guess if I had to choose between the two, definitely getting eaten than fucked. But I don't know. I don't think I want anyone to touch me back there."
Buff formed another crooked smirk. "Stay that way. Want my opinion? You're a real man already now that you just confirmed you have an untouched hole."
While I didn't hold the same view and still looked at masculinity as unrelated to sexual position, I was still flattered. "Wasn't planning on changing my lack of experience back there."
Buff got up and showed me his tent. He wasn't near my size, but it was still decent from what I could imagine. "Sucking a guy off is a little different, though. While I think you'd be the godliest of gods and the most masculine of men by not sucking any guy, I wouldn't hold it against you if you ever wanted to do it."
What a weird view Buff had. Who even thought like that besides straight guys? At the same time, it kind of felt nice being put on a pedestal during sex. The fact that a guy was that turned on by me wasn't something I'd ever complain about. I could probably get used to this kind of flirting.
Buff sighed, almost frowning it seemed. "So, when are the Peters finally going to fuck your virgin ass?"
Huh? Oh...that. Shit, I'd forgotten all about the versatility requirement since it hadn't happened yet.
"Because, you know, Aaron, they're going to fuck you at some point. Soon, most likely. You do know that, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "Please don't remind me."
Buff stepped closer and kneeled in front of me, and he groped my dick. "It's inevitable. You're such a real man right now, but that could all change soon. One by one, they're going to pound you like a gangbang, and I can only imagine how painful the first time will be. You know, when you finally lose your butt virginity."
I drew a big breath, my heart racing with anxiety. "Fuck," I muttered. "What do I do?"
"Nothing you can do." Then, Buff formed yet another crooked smirk. "Unless you leave the club."
I chuckled. "Yeah, and it sounds like I could be at risk with no protection." Though, it wasn't really funny to me. I just had to force myself not to get worked up about it.
Buff sighed, frowning. "I'd worry about you if you left the club. On one hand, you'd no longer be a real man if you stayed, since you'd get fucked anytime the Peters wanted. And believe me when I say they love to fuck, not just get fucked."
Great.
"On the other hand, there's no telling what kind of risk you could face if you left the club."
I lowered my eyebrows. "So, what exactly would happen to me if I did leave? Like, at least give me an example."
Buff paused, looking into my eyes with so much seriousness. "Rumor has it that a few ex-Peters were found dead shortly after leaving the club."
My eyes widened. "What...?"
"Yeah, it's crazy. The higher-ups don't like ex-Peters because of the risk of non-members finding out, especially if an ex-Peter retaliates. It's just easier to put them out of their misery instead of taking the chance, you know?"
For the first time, I started to feel a bit of terror like never before. I didn't want to lose my butt virginity. I didn't care about what anyone thought. I was a total top and had every right to remain one. At the same time, I had no choice but to bottom if I wanted to stay in the club. What a double-edge sword.
"But there is one protection I can think of," Buff added. "A guaranteed protection."
I was suddenly desperate because the Peters club, while hot and fun, wasn't something I cared about being loyal to. My heart just wasn't in it like it was with the others. "What is it?"
"Me." Then, Buff got back up, still with a tent poking through his gray shorts, and grabbed his phone. After fiddling with it for a moment, he showed me what looked like the balance of a bank account.
My jaw almost dropped, and I swallowed. "Well, shit!"
"Yeah, I'm filthy rich, Aaron. It's why I can afford the protection most ex-Peters can't. I can protect you too. Fuck the Peters. Fuck this school. You could have a better and safer life by my side."
A wave of relief crashed into me, especially after feeling like my life could've been in danger just by making the wrong decision. Buff was unusually serious, and it made me wonder why he cared about me so much to want to help me.
"There's just one catch, though."
A catch? Of course. "...What is it?"
Buff stroked my cheek, another crooked smirk spanning his lips. "I want you to be my god and make me your follower to worship you. It's a strong fetish I don't ever plan on changing. It's very simple too. Just let me worship your existence."
Why was I suddenly getting turned on by the idea of meaning something special to a guy? But God/worshiper roleplay was something I'd probably prefer to do with a boyfriend. It just seemed so deep and serious to me. Otherwise, it was just casual sex with anyone else. Hot and fun, but casual, nonetheless.
I chuckled. "You really are serious about this roleplay, huh?"
"More than you'll ever know. It's a lifestyle I'd happily live, but I'm selective with who I want as my god, and you're just perfect in every way. Hot, virile, total top, goodhearted. There aren't many guys who look like you."
"So...what all do I get besides protection and playing god?" After seeing that shocking bank account balance that belonged on the Forbes list, I was afraid I could easily become a bit too interested for my own selfish reasons. Even though my family had money, we were nowhere filthy rich.
"Anything you want, Aaron. A life of luxury? Got it. Travel all over the world? Got it. Any university in the world? Got it. I'd spoil you rotten as long as you make me your worshiper." All for a fetish. Buff really, really wanted me. Like, badly so.
"But...what exactly do I do as your god? Just order you around and be dominant in bed?"
"Well, think of it as the Christian god, except with sex attached to it. God doesn't hurt his followers but still expects them to obey and worship every part of him. Including his rod and holy seed."
What a weird way to put it. But at this point, I really couldn't complain about having what was essentially a...sugar daddy? Sugar boy?
Buff stroked my cheek again. "Leave the Peters club and become my god. I promise you won't regret it. You'll live like a royal king."
I was leaking now because I'd been hard, then soft, now hard again. Maybe I could get used to playing god and owning Buff. What harm could it really do? If anything, he'd offered me protection and a wealthy life, and lots of promising sex.
I smiled. "Okay, Buff. If you promise to protect me once I quit the Peters, as well as cover the rest of my school stuff, which might be very important."
"Yeah, you'd lose all those perks that come with being a Peter. But I got you covered, Aaron. I told you, anything you want."
I nodded, smiling again. "Okay. I'll do it."
Buff gave me yet another crooked smirk, then got back on his knees and stared at my erection. "Let's make this official by you blessing me with your seed." He opened my fly and pulled out my dick, and he took all of it in his warm mouth until the tip hit his throat.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," I whispered. "Shit, you really know how to suck dick."
Buff bobbed his head and hungrily slurped, occasionally deepthroating. His hazel eyes gaze into my brown ones, and his gaze held me like no other because of how much he really desired me. His sun-kissed face was so hot to look at, and along with his muscular body and the great sex he was already giving me, I'd be stupid to decline his generous offer.
I played with his brown faux-hawk while slowly thrusting into his mouth, taking over from time to time. "So, you're gonna call me God, huh?"
"Mmhmm," he mumbled with more hunger, his gaze still locked with mine. Now, he slid his hand inside his shorts and started jerking off furiously.
"That would make you inferior. Beneath me. Powerless."
Buff stroked even faster, moaning with a mouthful. He really needed this, and with his devotion, he could probably become one of the hottest fucks I'd ever had. Of course, once I tried that big bubble butt of his, I'd know for sure. What a hot jock with lots and lots of money. But it wasn't just money and luxury for me, was it?
"Do you like it rough, slow?" I asked.
Buff stopped and smiled. "I'm your worshiper now, so I don't have an answer to that. You do whatever the fuck you want to my holes. As long as you bless me with your seed and make me your number-one worshiper, never second place." He got back to my dick, slurping some more.
Whatever I wanted...
To his holes...
I was in heaven now...
"If gods have favorites," I said, "then you'd always be my favorite. You'd be my special worshiper of all my worshipers. You'd the one I'd bless the most."
Buff moaned again, then stopped sucking. "Fuck my ass, God. Let me prove to you just how loyal I am. Fuck the other followers. They only worship you halfheartedly, but not me. I worship you in full, and I'll give you my all in a way you've never experienced before."
He was getting even more serious than I'd thought. I realized it more as he kept on with the roleplay. But he wanted me to be inside him, and I wasn't going to pass up that opportunity.
I lay back and formed a big smile, feeling kind of special in some ways. It was one thing to roleplay as boyfriends with Lincoln, which I didn't care for because I preferred a real boyfriend to a fake one. But this? Playing god with no strings attached? What a concept that suddenly seemed less weird than I'd thought. It was kind of hot, actually. And hey, if it meant I'd never have to get fucked, then why not?
"Don't face me," I said. "I want to see your big ass jiggle while you bounce on my big dick."
Buff got up and smiled. Every time he made that expression, it was nothing like his crooked smirks. It was warm and sweet in a way I couldn't explain, like he was melting and opening up to me. I imagined he never smiled like that at anyone else. I'd seen him many times by now, and I only saw those smiles directed at me.
He took off his gym shorts and had no underwear the whole time. Then, he spat in his hand to lube his butthole. Damn, what a hot ass. It really was big and round, a perfect peach for my eggplant. I only saw a few brown hairs in his crack, so either he trimmed, or it was natural.
"Sit on it," I said in a commanding tone, already getting comfortable with being in charge.
"Yes, God. Anything for you." Submissive too. I somehow liked that. Buff climbed over me and took my dick to line it up against his hole. He didn't even wince or looked like in pain as he glided every inch inside him like a pro.
His warm anal walls were snug around my girth, liking a hand jerking me off. I was already close to shooting, but I didn't want to come just yet. I wanted to enjoy this hot "godly" moment.
He started bouncing a little, moving his hips around as if teasing me with his sexy butt. "You like my ass, God?"
"I fucking love your ass." I made a heavenly grin, studying every part of Buff's body, especially his jiggly mounds of flesh that filled me with so much pleasure.
While jerking himself, he rode me like a cowboy and didn't seem hesitant in the slightest. No pain, just pure pleasure as he moaned and moaned. He was so great at being a bottom, like a natural, and his warm hole felt amazing enough to make me close to shooting sooner than I'd wanted.
Too close...
"Fuck me, God," Buff said breathily. "Pound my ass like a bad little boy. Fucking beat the shit out of my hole with your big dick and bless me with your holy seed. Seed it, God. Seed my fucking hole."
What a kinky hottie, and I now knew that we'd have a fantastic sex life together. Maybe I could get into a little BDSM, after all. I was already playing god as a start. Would I be open to cuffing his hands or tying him up while having my way with his hot ass?
He moaned some more, stroking faster as if wanting to come. "Use my hole, God. Flood it with your holy seed. I'll worship you for life, but just use me. Seed me, God."
And that was it. I let it all out. Grunting, I felt like I shot the biggest load in quite a while, even bigger than with Jeremy. Maybe I didn't want to admit it for whatever reason, but Buff really was my type. I liked my share of twinks, but jocks with big asses won me over every time.
Buff breathed harder, and as his body shook, I knew he was coming already. He stopped and managed to turn around without my still-hard dick slipping out. He showed me his cum-coated hand, much of it dripping on my smooth chest. What a big load he had!
"I made this offering because of you, God. But your seed is holier than mine."
I took his hand and licked the cum off his fingers, immediately loving the taste. "I'm not less of a man for doing this, so get that thought out of your head."
Buff just chuckled. "Didn't even cross my mind. I mean, it's just cum." Then, he leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss, a very passionate one.
I kissed him back and melted a little because it was hotter than many guys' kisses. Not only was he awesome at kissing, but he made me desire him even more. What the fuck was he doing to me? I almost felt charmed under his spell.
He broke the kiss and gave me that warm and sweet smile of his. "Aaron, you can have my protection and anything you want. But in one condition. I only ask for one thing in return."
"What is it?"
He quickly grew serious. "Don't ever fucking cross me."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't play games, Buff. No worries there. If it's a close friendship you want, a close friendship you'll get. We bonded like never before in such a short amount of time, and that means something to me. I don't have a lot of friends these days. Well, the Peters, but...I don't know. I feel like I can trust you more."
There was Buff's signature crooked smile again. "You can. You can always trust me. Way more than the Peters. They're the toxic ones, not me. They just hide it well. I don't play games either. Whatever I do, big or small, it's because it ties to whatever I intend to hold onto. I'm very loyal to a fault. I've never even cheated on a boyfriend before because that's just fucked up. Like you said, we bonded. We have a bond now. A special bond."
I didn't quite understand what he meant, but if he really was toxic in the Peters club, he definitely wasn't toxic with me. I knew that more than ever now. Hell, he'd saved me from Lincoln! I'd never forget that. Maybe all Buff wanted was a friend he could trust, and that friend could be me. Friends with benefits? Yep, I could live with that.
While a life of wealth and luxury sounded awesome, I realized now that I didn't want to use him like a younger version of a sugar daddy. I wanted his true friendship more than I wanted any other. I wanted to get to know him better. I wanted to know everything about him.
The good, the bad, and the ugly.
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To be continued...
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