Not a Normal Counselling Session: Chapter 3

Message from the Author

I hope you enjoy this latest chapter in the Not a Normal Counselling Session story line. I've been writing this jumping from coffee shops around my own campus sitting in the corner with a coffee and letting my fantasies write themselves. At the moment Easter holiday means most students are away, meaning very little... distraction. Hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to leave a comment and a rating, as I'd love to know what you thought and where you would like to see this story go. Enjoy and remember that you matter :)

Francesco x

Chapter 3 - Erotic Control

With slow smooth licks and the softest of bites from my wet mouth on his neck, he held me. His hands lightly grazed from my waist to my shoulders causing small electric charges to shoot up my back. My mouth and dick pressed and dug into his perfect skin, leaving damp spots of ecstasy as we did so. With gasps and panting against his neck, the taste of his salty skin and the smell of his cologne mixed with the sweat from my naked body, and was drunk by my nose like a drug. His hands ran up and down, playing my back like an instrument as he listened to my panting and gagging. Every time he would sense me slowing, wanting a rest, his hands would move to a newer, more sensitive place. No man had ever touched me like this before, in these places before. Gliding and dragging, his nails ran rings across my spine controlling me, making me his with every scratch, a limpet dependant on his neck, dependent on him. My dick wiped his chest, left and right, pulling back on my foreskin as I made the most of every last stroke. Like honey on the mind, my hands wandered his chest but were confined to a small area, imprisoned from free movement by his hold on my back. But I didn’t mind, I was not nearly as calm or rehearsed as his fingers were, so this seemingly erotic sandbox for my hands to play was enough to make me want to cum. I jumped across his neck from spot to spot, as an extension of his sensation on me, whilst my fingers moved like mad birds gripping his chest like a cliff edge. Each finger digging in to never let go, but never did he flinch or make a sound.

After a few minutes of this entwined ribbon-like dance, whilst still teasing my back with one hand, Elijah ran his other up my back and around my neck, gripping tightly. With the firmness of his clasp around my throat, my hands stopped in their tracks and my fingers lessened their grip and fell to my waist. I hung there, my neck embedded in his hand and my arse wrapped against the bulge in his trousers. He pulled my head off of his neck and moved my ear to his mouth. His remarkably calm breathing was never something I could get used to, and compared to my erratic behaviour, it was like a wild animal being tamed. For seconds he held me in this position.

‘Fabio, you need to control yourself’, Elijah whispered into my ear.

But it was hard… I was so fucking hard over such a man. Even now my dick was crying out for relief, bouncing and dripping midair. ‘I’m sorry… I’m just not used to this’ I said with the little breath I could get out through his grip. With my lack of volume, he lessened his grip. ’No…’ I reacted, moving my hands across his and embedding my neck deeper into his firm grip. ‘Please, I want this’. Elijah smiled at me, a smile that showed him realising that I was needing control. He had given me energy that I never knew I could experience, but with no way to channel it, it was hardly much use.

With the same smile, he threw my naked body to the floor and began to undo his belt. ‘If you can’t control yourself, I’ll have to teach you’. I crawled backward on my hands until I hit the corner of the room. Slowly pushing myself up against the wall, Elijah approached me, rubbing his fingers against the tight leather clasp. Grabbing my neck and lifting me to my feet, he kissed my lips softly. ‘This will help’. I nodded and Elijah wrapped his leather belt around my neck, tightening it with the same grip he had shown me earlier. He moved behind me, pulling against my new harness so that I was pressed against him and my naked front was bare to the warm room. Pulling my neck back with the belt, he kissed me, as I fell deeper and deeper into his soul.

‘For the rest of this, you’re mine…’ he murmured into my ear. ‘Okay’ I said back as he reached round and softly held my balls in his hand. I wasn’t at all nervous, not like I had been before. He gave me a safe word but I wasn’t going to use it, I’d let him rip me apart and put me back together before that, I just wanted to sink my oxygen-deprived body deeper into his shoulder as he played with me.

Circling and pulling against my dick with two of his fingers, he teased me, and with no restraint from me, my hands hung lifeless by my waist. He softly pulled against my foreskin, pulling it forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards. His thumb and forefinger were lightly embedded in the top of my dick so that the blood was pooling at the base. ‘Touch me’ I whispered through a lifeless breath into his neck. Slowly it became so lubed and easy to move that he began to use only his thumb, grazing the head as he did so. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, but all I wanted at that moment was to sleep with him, not fuck, just cuddle and dissolve into each other. He was like warm melted salted caramel.

‘Touch… me’ I said again in a shallow breath, this time with a little less consciousness and a little more ecstasy. ‘You like that’ he whispered into my ear. I murmured and nodded my head into his shoulder. ‘You good little fuck boy’ he whispered, pulling my head from his shoulders and slapping my cheek. I murmured another yes as he pulled on the belt, tightening further around my neck. I coughed and spluttered and he alertly reminded me of the safe word. Although I couldn’t really speak even if I had wanted to say it, we both knew that I was okay. I smiled, opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out like a child. He laughed in surprise, and without a moment to blink, I had two of his fingers in my mouth. ‘Your keen’ he dictated as he lowered his fingers to the back of my throat, ‘…but let’s see how far you can go’. My eyes ballooned from my skull as he sunk deeper into my throat, with half of his fingers in my mouth. I could feel myself wanting to gag, especially as I was preparing to be choked in two ways. They weren’t that far down but I started to splutter, moving my once-dead hands to pull against him for some relief. I was too weak. I began stroking and brushing his arm frantically, whilst spluttering and trying to pull my head from the restraints. He paused his hand whilst I stroked his arm with my hands. ‘Hold still you little bitch’ he whispered into my ear. My arms dropped to my waist. ‘Are you going to take your medicine or not’, I shut my eyes and nodded. He leaned over my opened mouth and spat inside it, returning his fingers to the back of my throat washing the spit as he did so. God, he felt good. He forced his fingers down and back out, slapping my cheek and spitting into my mouth each time almost like a reward for going deeper and deeper. Once, twice, three times. I was such a good fuck boy. Each time I got more used to his fingers penetrating my throat, and on the last one I was looking forward to the whole cycle. He let me go and pushed me to the floor releasing my collar restraint. I coughed and wheezed trying to regain my breath and struggling to hold myself on all fours.

He walked over me and the belt, ‘Take your time Fabio, you need to regain your strength’. My dick was soft and flopped towards the floor. I gagged feeling the hole he’d left in my throat. Regaining myself, I collapsed further flat onto the floor and looked at Elijah, who was upside down taking off his trousers and undoing his shirt. He sat down, patted his leg, and with all sincerity in his voice said ‘Take your time Fabio’. I crawled across the floor, moving from dragging to crawling on four legs. I’d waited for this and for him, and he’d sent me to hell and back to get here. But I liked it. Pulling myself up, he cradled me in his lap as I dissolved in his chest like I had wanted. I could feel his hard thick dick on my back. I didn’t really know about sizes, but he was big for me. I held my hands around his neck and cuddled my naked body into his chest. Stroking my hair he said smiling ‘Look at you’. He was right, I liked living in this moment, I knew so much more about myself through him. ‘A few more minutes and then you’re going to fuck me… okay’. I nodded, smiling into his chest. I was so comfortable in his arms, feeling and caressing his hair with my fingers and sucking his chest lightly. I’m not sure what he felt, but I was more on his level now compared to earlier, and much calmer now that he was in control. His dick was warm and wet underneath my naked body, occasionally rubbing under pressure, as my back would slowly move.

After a few moments, Elijah stroked my cheek, ‘It’s time’, and without hesitation, I got on my knees and looked up. He grabbed my harness and pulled me toward his body. He smelt like musky leather. Standing over me, he slapped my face with his cock. And with my mouth open wide he pushed it softly inside. I began to suck first with a little softness, then faster, occasionally breaking to wrap my tongue around his head or to lick the shaft. He tasted good, and the thickness of his dick made me want to swallow it whole. ’Fuck yes’ groaned Elijah. I let out a generic tone as I pushed his thick cock into my mouth. Elijah pulled me in deeper with my collar, wrapping the strap around his back. God, I was going deep and he was much bigger than his fingers. I slowed my head thrusts trying to regain myself. It was so much thicker than the games we played before. Elijah saw me and slowly pulled me deeper and deeper using the restraint. The head of his dick pulled my throat open and inches of dick made their way down my throat. My hands hung by my side and I looked up at him as he finished pushing his cock down my throat. With one hand on my collar and the other around the back of my head, ‘Fuck, that’s good’ he said holding me in place. I could feel him throbbing inside me. After a few seconds, he let go of the restraint and I slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth, before ramming it back down my throat again and again. I could feel his dick tightening harder and I played with his balls in my hands, bouncing and strangling them until they were as firm as his cock.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. ‘Shit’ panicked Elijah. He grabbed my collar and told me to get under his desk. ‘Be quiet, this won’t take long’. I did as I was told and got my naked body under his desk. He did up his shirt and threw the rest of our clothes into the cupboard. ‘Come in’ he said sitting down. Some man came in and started talking to him about some staff-related issues at the University. I sat patiently between his legs with his dick resting against my cheek. I started to play with myself, rubbing my cock and waiting for it to be over. I wasn’t nervous at all. I began to jerk myself harder and faster, licking and nibbling the edge of his shaft as I did so. Elijah abruptly moved one of his hands under the desk and grabbed me by my hair. Thinking that I’d messed up, he tilted my head upwards and pushed his cock back into my mouth. Don’t make a sound, he’d said. I didn’t trust myself to deep-throat this man without the risk of gagging, so I pulled against his shaft with my hands and sucked on the head. Over time I began jerking him and myself faster and faster. I heard the door close and Elijah wrapped his thighs around my neck and rammed his cock deep into my throat with a single thrust. With both hands he held me against him, and after a few moments with more than an inch of dick down my throat I felt a warm judder of liquid slip down.

’Now it’s your turn….’