Submissive

Hi all. I’ve been gone for a bit but I had a sudden spark of inspiration. Not sure when the next part will be out, but if you read all the way through, there is a way for you to help me with the next chapter.  Enjoy :) 

Break - Part 1

Two weeks alone feels more like two years. Sure, I had my roommate and other friends on campus, but the one person I wanted to talk to - and hold, and kiss, and submit to - I couldn't. I had only known James for a short time, but I was already falling for him. This momentary unrequited longing impacted my mood, apparently, because my roommate noticed a shift. 

"Dude, you are starting to worry me." Chase was a good man. He was kind, personable, and a 4.0 student. He was also a kinky bastard like me, and though we were both closeted - to my knowledge, at least - I think he knew about me, and he knew that I knew about him. "You just seem off the last few weeks." 

He was right, of course, but I didn't let on. "Really? That's weird because I actually feel great!" It was forced. I just really missed James. And I really wanted to cum. A month in chastity had worn me down to a walking nerve ending, with any touch or slight breeze making my cock painfully expand in the confines of the cage. 

"Ok, as long as you know I'm here if you ever need to talk about anything at all. Honestly, I'm an open book and will give no judgment." He smiled as he said it. I knew that he meant it, too.

"Thanks, Chase. Really, I'm fine, but if I ever need someone to talk to, I'll let you know."  

Honestly, I was doing much better that day because it was the day before Fall Break. And the day before I got to see James again. It was the end of my month of chastity and isolation. It was the first day I had felt that happy in a while. 

A week earlier, I received a text from Nathan, the frat president, asking that I not go home over the week-long break, something I wasn't thinking of doing anyway. Traveling across the country only to listen to my parents be assholes for a week didn't sound fun to me. I had done it my freshmen year and vowed it would be the last time I did.

The campus began to file out, including Chase, who first asked me to join him and his family for the Thanksgiving holiday, and after I declined, he asked me to call him over break if I needed anything. Chase and I were becoming good friends, and I was happy to have him in my corner. 

The campus was basically empty by dinner. I sat alone in my room eating takeout from my favorite place when my phone buzzed. 

James

My heart started to pound. James hadn't communicated with me since he dropped me off at my dorm two weeks prior. My hands shook as I read the message.

Soooooo, hi :) You made it. I know it was hard... er difficult... because we both know you weren't hard, of course ;) I'm so proud of you, Gordon. I can't wait to see you. Please pack a bag and be at the frat house tomorrow morning. You're going to be spending the weekend with me here. It's going to be a fun time, I promise. See you soon. <3

My heart was doing backflips. A whole week with James. I couldn't contain my excitement - literally. I stood up and started jumping around. "I can't wait to see you," he said. I was so giddy that I didn't care how dumb I looked. However, I didn't text back because I was told that I had to wait until my 30 days were up, and it was only day 29. 

I quickly packed a week's worth of clothes and essentials before I settled in for a night of movie watching, though I could barely pay attention to the films. I tried to get to bed early, but it proved impossible, and I had an incredibly restless sleep. I was too excited. When daylight finally flooded the room, I was both tired and the most awake and alert I had ever been.

The first thing I did was text James. My fingers couldn't move fast enough. I kept it tame and low-key, though, so as not to scare him. 

Hi, James :) What time should I come to the house?

It didn't take long for a response. 

A month of barely communicating, and that's all you have to say?!

Shit. "Did I say the wrong thing?" I thought. I started to get flustered when another text came through. 

Just kidding, sweet boy. Be here around 10am. Can't wait to see you.

I glanced at the clock. 9:00. Just enough time for a quick bite to eat. I was getting dressed when I got a weird urge - a curious urge. I had never been in the room without the threat of Chase coming in, and the lack of threat gave me the urge to snoop. 

I knew Chase was kinky, and I knew he was gay or at least bi. I had often wondered if there was anything in the room that could give me more insight into that side of him. So I started looking around. I knew I didn't have much time, but I also knew that this opportunity likely wouldn't present itself again. 

I started in his dresser drawers. I found the typical stuff like clothes, underwear, socks, etc. I also found his condoms, which was surprising because, to my limited knowledge, Chase hadn't hooked up with anyone this year. But here they were: Magnum condoms. The box was open, and only three condoms were left, so he'd obviously gotten some use out of them. 

I moved over to his bed and checked under the mattress, a typical hiding spot for things you don't want to be found, but found nothing. I moved to his computer desk and searched its many drawers but again came up empty. 

I moved over to his closet and noticed that he didn't take his dirty laundry. A used pair of underwear sat on top and, without thinking, I took the garment in my hand. There were obvious cum stains on the inside. Again, without thinking, I brought the underwear to my nose and inhaled. 

Fuck. It smelled good. Like sex. I was about to put the underwear back when I noticed a chest behind Chase's laundry basket. I had never seen Chase open it, and when I tried to get the box open, I realized it was locked. 

Damn. Maybe if I just... 

I jiggled it harder, but the top didn't budge. I checked my watch and made the decision to head out. My curious side was somewhat satiated, and I was ready for what the next week would bring. 

After my breakfast, I made the walk to the fraternity house, a notable pep in my step. I arrived in record time but wasn't sure what to do when I arrived. Luckily, I didn't have to worry long, as the door was immediately open and a smiling James came out to greet me. 

Fuck. I didn't realize how much I missed him until I saw him. 

He opened his arms, which was all the invitation I needed. I ran and practically jumped into his embrace. It felt so good. I felt so safe and comfortable in his arms. He smelled incredible, too. 

"I missed you, sir," I said, my voice cracking a bit. 

"I missed you too, Gordon. So very much," he said with a smile. We broke our embrace, and he gave me the smallest, gentlest kiss on the lips. It made my knees weak. 

"Are you ready for the weekend?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, sir. What do you have planned?" While I was over the moon excited and happy to see James, I was nervous about what he had in store for me.

"I will tell you once we get you inside," he said, ushering me through the door. 

The place was empty... quiet. Much different than the other times I had been there. Just then, Nathan appeared, totally naked. His obscenely long cock hung soft halfway down his leg. 

"Oh shit," he said when he saw me. "Gordon, I thought you were coming in an hour. I didn't set up downstairs yet." 

"No worries, bud. I am going to take him to my room and kiss him for a long while," James said. "Take your time." He looked at me and smiled. I almost died right there. 

"Just kiss, or..." Nathan teased. James just gave him a wink as he took my hand and led me up the stairs to his room. 

I practically glided, my feet barely touching the ground. When he opened the door, it was apparent that he prepared for me, as there were straps on all four corners of the bed.

I was about to say something when James's lips pounded into mine, almost hurting me. I didn't care, though. I needed this. I craved this. His lips on mine... it was heaven. His tongue in my mouth... it was perfect. Out hands on each other's bodies... it was right. I was so happy at that moment. 

After a long while, he broke the kiss. "Please get naked, Gordon." I removed my clothes immediately, and he followed suit. God, I forgot how big that cock was. 

He continued, "I've missed you, so so much. I want to show you how much I missed you." He motioned me to lay on the bed and he started to strap me down. 

Two months ago, this would have horrified me. Now, it's what I wanted most in the world. After I was secure, James stared down at me with a hint of hunger but mostly of pride... both in me and himself. 

"This weekend is going to be a lot, Gordon. You won't enjoy it all, but you will enjoy most of it. At times, you are going to think you are at your breaking point and you need to stop. I need you to trust that I would never hurt you in any way. I may cause you temporary pain, but I will never hurt you, whether that be physically, mentally, or emotionally. Do you trust me?" He said this as he unlocked my chastity cage. 

I didn't think twice. "I trust you," I responded. 

"Good boy. Let's begin." My cock started to grow immediately. 

James sat down next to me and started to rub every inch of my body. GOD, I missed his touch so much. A flood of emotions filled me all at once and I couldn't help but smile. James smiled back at me. 

"I really missed you," he said. 

"Not as much as I misse..." I started.

"I didn't say you could talk, did I?" he scolded, though I could tell he was joking. 

"Guess you'll have to punish me then." 

"Oh, just you wait, mister," he said, leaning down to kiss me once more. His lips met mine, and that same electricity I felt the first time he kissed me comes rushing back. He kept kissing me as he rubbed my body, my hair, my chest, my neck, and finally my cock, which was fully hard... maybe harder than it had ever been before. 

"Wow, you're fucking hard," James said, whispering into my mouth. 

I broke the kiss, saying, "Well, that's what happens when you don't cum for years." 

"It was a month, and again... I didn't say you could talk," he said, smiling. I laughed. It felt so right. Like we were a couple that had done this hundreds of times before. 

He started to lick and kiss my neck. Causing me to moan. 

"Is moaning okay?" I asked. 

He responded with a bite on my neck, causing me to yelp. "Don't get smart with me, slut." He was still smiling. He hadn't stopped since he saw me earlier. 

He kept working his mouth down my body. Licking, kissing, nibbling... I was in heaven. It was everything I had been dreaming of for the last month. He took his time, focusing on every single inch, paying special attention to my nipples. 

After what felt like hours, he finally found my cock. He didn't dive right in, though. He paused, holding it in his hands. Breathing on it. Blowing on it. Making me go insane. 

"Please..." I whisper. 

"What was that? I can't hear you." 

"You said I can't talk," I responded. 

"And yet you said 'please'." 

"So you heard me then."

James looked in my eyes, still smiling. "Fuck, I missed you." I was about to respond when he cut me off by taking my entire cock in his mouth. It was the best, greatest I had felt up until that point in my life. I didn't know one simple motion could give me that much pleasure. 

He didn't stop, though. He did it over and over and over. In no time, I was on the edge. I hadn't cum in a month. I was desperate for it. I craved it. I needed it. He knew that. And yet, he kept me there. His expert hands and mouth left me right on the brink. 

After a few minutes of this, I started to beg. That was exactly what he was hoping for. 

"Begging already?" he asked with less of a smile and more of a cocky grin.

"Please, Sir. Please. It's been so long, please let me cum. Please. I need to cum, please." I don't think I was too far off: I really really wanted to cum, verging on need. 

"I know, sexy. I know. And I am going to let you soon. You just have to take this. Once Nathan is set up downstairs, I will let you cum. I promise." Nathan said earlier that he was almost set up, so it couldn't have been too much longer. I was an hour early, so he must have been close to done.

James was a lot of things: kind, funny, sexy, hung, twisted... but above all, he was patient. After 15 more minutes of edging, he never sped up or slowed down. It was the same pace, leaving me dangling on the edge. I was about to cum the entire time. I was sweating, pleading, begging, screaming, writhing, shaking, and pulling at my bonds. He didn't flinch. He didn't give in. He knew how much I wanted to cum. Hell, I thought he even wanted to let me that whole time. But he said he was going to wait until Nathan was ready, so I wasn't cumming a minute before then. 

After another 15 minutes, I was starting to get worried. And then another 15 after that, I forgot about the fact that I was waiting for Nathan to finish in the basement. I was a pile of nerves and desperation. I had been on the verge of cumming for almost an hour. I was crying. And still... he didn't stop. He didn't change course. 

"Please, Sir. I... please, let me cum. Please. Just let me cum." I was whimpering. Crying. I couldn't control it. 

"Gordon, I told you, once Nathan is done, you will. I promise," he said. "I also told you that you would be pushed this week. Pushed to limits you didn't think possible. I am going to get you there. I know you can do it."

I wanted to do it for him... needed to do it... but if this first hour was any indication of what the rest of the weekend would be, I wasn't sure if my brain would be able to make it without breaking. 

I heard his phone ring but he ignored the call. "Gosh, it's almost like they don't know I'm trying to drive some sexy boy insane!" He laughed as he continued his assault. If I had any brain cells left, I would have laughed too. 

Without removing one of his hands from my cock, he produced clamps and put them on my sensitive nipples. He was so skilled at edging that I never fell off the edge, one way or the other. I couldn't believe it. 

"There, that might help distract you a bit," he said, now focused solely on my aching cock. 

"It doesn't," I whimper. "Please let me cum. NATHAN PLEASE HURRY UP. Oh my God, please let me cum." 

"FUCK it is so hot seeing you this desperate. I wonder what I could make you do," he said, a wicked glimmer in his eye. 

After another 15 minutes, all hope was lost that I would make it out of this weekend with a shred of sanity. But then, I heard people arrive at the house. James stopped. 

"Well, that's strange. No one is supposed to be here this weekend except Nate and me."

He got up, threw on some shorts, and walked out to see what was going on, leaving me strapped down, throbbing, with tears still in my eyes. After a few minutes, James came back and left the door wide open.

"Looks like Nathan forgot to tell me that a guy was coming to fix the dishwasher. Thank the Lord, that thing hasn't worked in months." He sat down between my legs again. "Let's get back to it, shall we?" 

"James... Sir, please the door," I looked to the open door. 

"I see it's a door. What about it?" 

"Can you close it?" 

"No, I'm going to leave it open." My stomach dropped. James knew how loud I got. He was going to make me moan, cry, and beg while the poor repairmen listened on. He took my cock in his hands and started edging me again. I was back to the edge in no time.

I was trying my best to keep quiet. He could tell. "You know, I've kept you close to the edge now for a while. But I haven't gotten you as close as you can. Either you start getting loud or you're going to find out just how close you can get." 

Fuck. Me. 

"Please don't make me, Sir. I'm... embarrassed."

"I know you are. That's why I'm doing it. Humiliation is fun. What's the worst that can happen? They hear, come to see what's going on, and get a free show? That's not so bad!" 

"Fuck."

"Fine. I guess you want it the hard way. I will happily do that." In a flash, his mouth and hands were working my cock in a synchronized pattern, getting me, just like he promised, even closer to the edge. Then he stopped, leaving me there. Only to start again. Over. And over. And over. In a perpetual edge. The moment right before cumming. Over. And over. 

I gave in. "Please James. Please. PLEASE. Please Sir I need to cum please let me cum." It was perhaps the loudest I had ever been with James... maybe even ever. I was so desperate and delirious to cum that if that repair guy came in the room, I would have asked him, no begged him to fuck me. 

"That's more like it. See? I knew you would let them hear what a slut you are. Let's see if we can get them to come upstairs, eh?" He kept going. And going. And going. 

Time didn't matter nor exist at this point for me. It could have been hours or seconds, but after a long while on the very razor's edge, someone appeared in the doorframe. 

"Jesus Christ! Gordon?!" I recognized the voice immediately. My RA, Dan. I start to beg James to stop. I am too humiliated. I am crying uncontrollably. I am broken. 

In a flash, the straps and clamps were removed, the door was closed, and before I could take another breath, I was in James's arms. He rubbed my back and ran his hands through my hair as he gave me gentle kisses. "Gordon, please. I'm so sorry. Dan is a friend and knows everything that goes on here. I'm sorry, I thought you would like to be seen. It's okay, baby. Do you want to go home? Please, what can I do to make it better?" 

My crying subsided some. "He knows what happens here?" 

"Yes, Gord. He likes this stuff too. When I saw it was him doing the repair, I told him what was going on and said to come up once you started getting louder and then to ask surprised when he saw you. He was going to say he was just messing with you after a couple of seconds. I'm so sorry Gordon. I told you, I would never ever hurt you. Everything we do is safe. I promise. I shouldn't have done this. I ruined everything. I'm so sorry."

'It's okay, Sir. I just wasn't ready for someone I knew outside of this house to see this side of me. But... I didn't know Dan was a member. I'm, sorr..."

"No. You have nothing to be sorry for. I messed up. I'm so sorry, baby." James had tears in his eyes. 

"Oh God, no Sir. Please don't cry," I said, wiping away my own tears. 

"I'm... fuck I just like you so much, Gordon. I don't want to ruin this." 

"You didn't. I promise you. You didn't, Sir. It was just a shock. I should have trusted you that you wouldn't hurt me like that."

"Are you sure, baby? Here, let's get you cleaned up and maybe we can go grab something to eat." 

"I'm sure. I... um... I don't want to stop," I said, shyly. 

James hesitated. I would tell he was conflicted. "I don't want you to do this because you think I want you to, Gordon. Do it because you want to." 

I took a breath. "Then tie me up then, Sir. It's what I want."

He didn't move right away. "Let's kiss a little first," he demands. I was more than happy with that alternative. 

The first kiss was so gentle, almost apprehensive, that I barely felt it. "I'm still me, Sir. You won't break me that easy." 

He smiled. "Good boy." The next kiss was back to normal... a "butterflies, weak knees, seeing stars" type of kiss. We kissed like that for minutes, days, years... who's to say? Finally, though, I felt his hand take mine and begin to strap me down again. 

"Ready for more edging?" I had forgotten that getting tied up would mean more torture. The pained look on my face made James laugh. "Come on, tell me you haven't enjoyed everything except for that last little bit and we'll stop." 

He was right. I loved it. A lot. I stayed silent as he continued fastening me to the bed. 

"That's what I thought," he said, triumphantly. Just as he said it, Nathan opened the door. FINALLY, I thought. I GET TO CUM. 

"Everything okay in here?" Nathan asked. "I just saw Dan and he filled me in."

"We're all good," I said. "Just a misunderstanding. I'm still learning." 

James looked down at me with that same proud look as earlier. He turned to Nathan. "Alright then, Nate. Wanna help me out a little?" 

"It would be a pleasure!" Nathan said. "Edging, I assume?" 

"Of course," James replied. "Nothing better." They both laughed. I groan and they both laughed more. I even laughed. 

James removed his shorts and got back between my legs. Nathan, still totally naked, brought his fat donkey cock to my side. It was totally soft and still a thing of beauty. 

They both started in unison. James started working my cock and balls with Nathan working my nipples, chest, body, and the rest. In almost an instant, I was back on the edge. 

"Nate, I brought this boy right to the cusp for 20 minutes," James said, almost bragging. "I think it was about an edge every 5 seconds. I don't know if anyone lasted that long with me before."

"That's insane. Wanna do that again?" Nathan responded.

"Obviously!" James exclaimed. 

"Guys, please, just let me cum, please. I haven't cum in so long. You've edged me to insanity and I need to cum, please let me cum." 

"You will baby," James said. "I said you would, and you will. I promise. We just want to have a little more fun with you, okay?" He didn't wait for my reply before he started the synchronization technique from earlier. Nathan got up on the bed, swinging one leg over my head, and was straddling me, laying his fat cock across my hair, face, and chin. He was still playing with my body. 

"You love my big cock, don't you, slut?" Nathan taunted. 

"Please let me cum!" I screamed. 

"Answer me, slut." 

"Yes, Sir. I love your big cock so much." 

"I know you do. All the sluts love my huge cock. And that's what you are. A slut." The dirty talk was relentless, as was the pleasure torture on my cock and balls. I was brought to the edge again and again. Just like before. But this time was 10 times worst. I was there for much longer, but my grip on reality faded around the 10-minute mark. 

"Such a good boy," James said, finally slowing down a little. "You just stayed on the edge for a whole hour. I can't even imagine how that feels. So much potential pleasure over and over. God, what exquisite torture."

My screaming and crying never stopped. They got louder and louder until there was a knock on the door. Dan appeared again. "So, I'm finished. Um... Gordon, are you okay?" 

"Please Dan, please tell them to let me cum," I begged, hoping he would be able to rationalize with them. 

"Do you deserve to cum?" He asked. 

"Yes! I haven't cum in so long. Please, I'll do anything please let me cum." James and Nathan never slowed or stopped. I was still right on the edge. 

"How about this," Dan said, taking his dick from his pants. It was huge, of course, a little bigger than mine. "I've been horny as hell listening to you guys up here so I am ready to bust. I'll count down from 5, and when I reach 0, we both cum. How does that sound, guys?" 

"YES," I screamed. "JAMES, SIR, PLEASE. PLEASE."

James smiled. "Perfect, I like that," he said.

YES. OH MY GOD. I WAS GOING TO CUM. THANK YOU, GOD. THANK YOU, DAN!

"5" Dan started. He was still in the doorway but was jerking off, hard as a rock. The motions got faster, and I got even closer. Fuck, this was happening. 

"4" Nathan above me started slapping me in the face with his cock. Both cheeks. 

"3" Dan was jerking off fast now. We were going to cum together.

"2" I was the closest I ever was to cumming at that moment. I didn't think it was humanly possible to want to cum this much. 

"1" This was it, a whole month. An afternoon on the edge. It was worth it. 

"0" 

Everything stopped. James pulled off as Dan said 0. I rode the edge, willing my body to cum. I was on the edge as I saw Dan cum rope after rope onto the ground. His orgasm lasted 20-30 seconds. I was still on the edge. 

"Holy fuck," Nathan said. 

James said nothing. He then rubbed my cock once and stopped, waited 10 seconds, and did it again. I was at that moment before cumming, and he wasn't letting me stop it. 

"Dude, it's been 5 minutes, let him rest," Dan said. James finally relented. I was still on the edge, but he left my cock alone as I slowly fell back off the edge. I didn't cum. I tried and tried the entire time, but I didn't cum. James knew two rubs would have done the trick, which is why he did one. 

Dan left, saying something I couldn't comprehend. Nathan got up. I was still coming down from my edging high. I opened my eyes to see James smiling down at me. "You back to the land of the living?" 

"You said I could cum, Sir," I said, almost whispering. 

"And you will. I said, once Gordon is done setting up downstairs, you get to." 

"Speaking of," Nathan said, "I'm going to get to it!" He left quickly, still naked. 

"I... what?" I asked. "How long does it take to set up? He was down there for 3 hours!!"

"Oh, well I had asked him to go shopping for Thanksgiving dinner next week a couple of hours ago. That was him who called earlier, probably asking about my terrible handwriting on the list I gave him." 

I stared at him in stunned disbelief. 

"Oh did you think he was downstairs setting up this whole time?" 

"YES, SIR. YES, I DID!" 

James looked down at me and smiled once more. "Silly boy. Well, sorry for the confusion. It shouldn't be long now, though."

"Sir, please..." 

"Gordon, I promised you'd cum. You will. Very soon. But for now," he produced a ball gag, putting it in my protesting mouth. "For now, we are going to edge you. Okay? Nod yes if you want to keep going, shake your head no if you want to stop." 

I hesitated but nodded. "Good boy." 

"Fuck, he has a hold over me," I thought. "And I want him to hold me tighter."

--

It's an hour later and Nathan had set up everything in the basement. "Fuck, this is going to be fun," he thought. He got a notification from James. 

Stall. Having too much fun. 

"Jesus," he thought. "That kid is nuts." He can't help but laugh. 

How long? 

I will let you know when to come up.

Nathan laughed, knowing that he wasn't going to be going upstairs for a little while. He went to the living room, turned on a movie, and waited. 

He woke to a text message. It was dark. 

Okay. Ready.

He looked at the time. Holy. FUCK. It was 7 hours later. Had he missed the text? No... James had just sent it. 

Nathan rushed upstairs, opened the door, and found a scene that he couldn't have ever imagined. 

Gordon was tied, standing up, his arms stretched and secured to the ceiling and legs in a spreader bar, with clothespins on every inch of his body except for his face, cock, and balls. Nathan had never seen anything like it. James was between his legs, edging an angry red cock. 

"Hey! Isn't this awesome?" James said with a huge smile. 

--

It was so much. Probably too much. I was in pain. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. But again and again, James pushed. And pushed. And pushed. And I went with him. I wanted more. I needed more. he unlocked something in me. I don't know if it's crazy, but I wanted even more than being tortured for 10 hours straight. I would have done it again in a heartbeat. For him. 

"Holy fuck," Nathan said. 

After a pause, James asked, "Well, are you joining in?" 

Nathan, with a shrug, closed the door. 

--

It's 2 hours later. They'd both taken turns swatting the clothespins from my body. James continued to edge me. Nathan even facefucked me, though I could barely get half of his huge cock down. 

Then, after long last, James said, "It's time. It's time for you to cum." 

Okay readers… now I turn to you. What happens next? Should I let Gordon cum? If so, how? If not, what happens next? Email [email protected] with suggestions.