Yes Master, More!
(This is the continuation of Yes Master! Read it to know what happened last semester! http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/yes-master/)
English 2 was going to start in fifteen minutes. Being in a classroom brought back all the memories of the crazy sex we had on campus. As I sat there and waited, I wondered if Dan was in the same class. Just when I was thinking about it, he appeared. He looked surprised to see me, but it quickly turned into a smile. He sat behind me again, at an angle, just like before. He licked his lips and adjusted his bulge. Then he abruptly stood up and headed to the restroom. And like a puppy, I followed. I am his slave now.
When we were in the stall, he was hungry for my cock. He sucked like there was no tomorrow and I came in minutes. He smiled sheepishly and wiped the cum off his face. He winked then left the stall quickly. Something was different this semester. He and I both knew he was in charge now. He held all the power and I only obeyed.
He certainly drove home the point when the class ended. Usually we would go for round two, but he ignored me entirely during lunch time. I was sitting there in the cafeteria with a hard cock throbbing, but without a cocksucker. He looked at me squirming in my seat with a sly smile. He was doing it intentionally. He wanted to show me who was boss. It was a dangerous game because sitting there wild with lust, I didn't know what I'd do to him. I was much bigger and stronger than him, and yet I felt like his slave. At some point I was going to burst.
I ignored him and tried to have my lunch without thinking about sex. That proved to be hard, after the crazy sex last semester. Yet, I managed. I was not going to be controlled by him. I sat through the rest of the classes with a boner. It was hard to concentrate with a throbbing meat between your legs. Finally the classes were all over and I planned to leave as quickly as possible, not to be taunted by Dan again.
Dan went his own way, towards his apartment. Before he disappeared out of my sight, he gave me a wink and a crooked smile. What was he up to? I was torn. I wanted to get out of there and be free from this creep forever. My cock, however, was leading me in another direction. Unconsciously I began walking in his direction, following his footsteps. I cursed myself, but I couldn't help it.
He looked so happy that I followed. When the door closed behind me, he whispered excitedly. "I'll let you fuck me, but you got to do it my way."
"You are not going to tie me up again, are you?" I asked wearily. He didn't answer. He just gave me that evil grin again.
And so I was tied to the four corners of the bed naked, again. I didn't know why I agreed to this. I was too horny to think. My wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained to the bed posts. He checked each chain and made sure it was tight. He smiled; he was finally satisfied.
"I have you exactly where I want you, again. I'm so happy, Ben."
"I can't say the same."
"Don't worry, you'd have fun too, I promise."
He took out a bottle of baby oil and started massaging me all around. He was good, really good. By the time he finished rubbing my entire body I was relaxed and buzzed, but still very horny. I knew he liked to take his time and I'd eventually get to fuck him, so I let him do his thing. He took a step back and admired my shiny body. He looked like he was lost in a trance.
"Beautiful..." He murmured. With the same baby oil he rubbed my hard cock up and down a few times. I was so close to cumming. When he saw my expression he immediately stopped. He was a master at edging. He could tell exactly when I was about to cum.
"You can't cum yet. I just got started." We both watched my cock throb a few times and lost some hardness. He gave me a few strokes and it became rock hard again. I remembered the aching hardness very well. He edged me for hours and hours, all night long last semester. I'd never forget that.
He rubbed more baby oil on my cock and straddled me. Suddenly he sat on my cock and sank all the way down, to the pubes. I yelled and inhaled sharply. My cock throbbed like mad and I was so close to cumming. He only needed to give me one more stroke and I'd cum. But he sat there, balls deep, and just looked at me writhe under him. He waited until my cock stopped throbbing before rising ever so slowly then sat back down again. I wanted to cum so badly but couldn't. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. And then just as abruptly, he got off of my cock and went to inspect the chains and cuffs.
I was used to this kind of treatment so I wasn't surprised. But what he did next was uncomfortable, to say the least. He went to the four bed posts and tightened the chains by one notch. It was already tight to begin with and now it's painful. My limbs were stretched to the max. It was like a medieval torture chamber. He must have seen the fear in my eyes, for he smiled and went back to straddling me. My cock has gone soft a bit due to the pain. He gave me a couple of strokes then went back down to the hilt. I almost screamed.
It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. His ass on my cock was definitely pleasurable, but when his body weight rested on me my limbs were stretched even further and I cried out in pain. I started regretting coming here, letting my cock make decisions for me. This guy was crazy. I wanted to get out of there, but I couldn't.
"It's too tight!" I protested, but fell on deaf ears. This time he didn't hold back. He rode me hard and fast and after the third stroke I started cumming. He didn't stop; riding me all through my climax. Each time he went down the chains pulled at my wrists and ankles, making me yelp in pain. My cock was too sensitive after cumming, but I knew it was useless to protest. I was suddenly exhausted and aching all over. When he saw that I couldn't take it anymore, he lifted himself off my body, but left me still chained. At that moment, I swore I wanted to kill him.
He lazily pulled up a chair and sat next to me. He admired my nakedness and casually rolled up a joint. He took a deep breath and blew it at my face. I turned my head and he laughed. Very slowly, he got up and untied me. I was furious. My wrists and ankles were bruised. I was so mad I wasn't thinking. I backhanded his face, making his joint fly in the air. I grabbed his neck and shoved him onto the bed. He was not going to use me like his whore and smoke weed afterwards. I'd show him who's boss.
I pressed him down onto the bed. His ass was sticking up in the air. I didn't know how, but I was hard enough to penetrate him again. I roughly shoved my cock all the way in and started fucking him really hard. It was angry sex. I hated what he did and I was making him pay for it. Bam, bam, bam, I slammed my cock in him. It was the hardest fuck in my life. I didn't last but a few minutes before I came again. I grinded my cock in him as I came, all the while holding his neck down. I wasn't even thinking I might suffocate him. When I let go of his neck, I was shocked to find bruises. I could clearly see my finger marks on him. I suddenly freaked. What have I done?
Slowly he turned his head towards me and said, "That was the best fuck ever!"
What a freak, I thought to myself. I was relieved to know that he liked it. I felt a wave of guilt over me and I quickly pulled out and got dressed. I didn't say one more word and flew out of there. I drove home fast and just went to bed without having dinner. It was a nightmare I wanted to forget, but the bruises on my wrists and ankles reminded me it's not a dream.
The next day I saw him in class again. I avoided him like a plague but he's in the same class as I was. We didn't say one word and when class was over, I stood up to leave, but he grabbed my arm. I didn't want to make a scene so I sat back down, waiting for others to leave.
When the room was empty I turned to him and asked, "What do you want?"
"Please! I'm sorry!" He pleaded.
"Look at this!" I lifted my hands to show him the bruises. They were black and blue and looked horrifying.
"Well, look at this!" He pulled down his turtleneck and showed me his neck. It was just as black and blue and equally horrifying.
"Shit!" I mumbled.
"I know I went too far, ok? I promise I won't do that again."
"You are crazy, you know that?"
"I know. Just a little. You were an animal too. You almost killed me!"
"Yeah, well, I was so pissed I lost it."
"Can we start all over again?"
"I don't know man, that was just over the top..."
"Please, you are my bro, aren't you?"
I shook my head and stood up to leave. "I don't know who I am anymore."
As I walked out of that classroom, I never felt so conflicted before. Should I go back?