Cole
The bitter taste of defeat lingered. Cole was beyond annoyed by how things had gone, and even a cold shower hadn’t cooled his temper.
The last time a submissive had walked out the door, he was only starting his journey into the art and craft of handling and breaking jocks. Now, he felt like an amateur, one too eager to see that he had gone too far. The little voice in his head kept on yapping, and though he tried to slap it away, it didn’t back off.
He wanted to reach for his phone and text Donovan. But to tell him what? To apologize? It was a very dominant thing to do, and Cole hated the idea of appearing weak. He had followed all the proper steps to have the hot jock under his thumb, and up until an hour ago, he believed he had him. He was a hot, angry ball of rage because he might have rushed things. Now, he was alone in a cold bed instead of having a nice body to hold on to.
Solitude was part of life, and it was something Cole had told himself was all right.
However, it dawned on him that it might have been a lie all along. He was missing Donovan’s warm embrace; he missed the way he smelled and the way his body fit perfectly against his. He wished he were here so he could mend his wounds and kiss his pain away, but most of all, Cole wished he didn’t feel so lonely. He felt pathetic and disappointed in understanding he hadn’t changed at all. He was still this wimpy little wuss who couldn’t control his emotions and who acted tough.
What was even more frustrating was that he didn’t understand why it was happening. He hadn’t been training Donovan for too long; he was just the usual run-of-the-mill jock with a hot body, a beautiful cock, and a heavy set of balls. He was handsome, yes, but there wasn’t anything special about him. And yet, he was falling for him a little.
Or else he wouldn’t be feeling so shitty.
“Crap,” he said in the emptiness of his room.
The sun had dwindled by now, and the dark day had become pitch black. He wallowed in self-pity some more and decided to go for a run. It would clear his mind, expel all these ugly feelings he had worked so hard to push aside and forget.
Cole put on some warm clothes and his favorite worn-out shoes, then headed out.
His raincoat would do the trick at keeping his head and body dry and warm if rain picked up again. Now, there was only a drizzle that wouldn’t be enough to soak his pants down his ankles. He ran until his lungs burned and soon found himself at the edge of the woods that marked the limits of town. That signaled to him that he was about twenty to thirty minutes away from home, and that it was time to turn back.
The cold was biting, but his coat and hoodie were enough to keep it at bay.
Once his door closed behind him, he undressed and put his clothes away to dry. He stood naked in his kitchen, nibbling on a cookie too stale to be good, but he didn’t care. He scrolled through Donovan’s socials again and saw he had posted a story.
He mulled over the idea of clicking on it for a few minutes, tensions rising in his chest.
“Fuck it,” he cursed, and clicked on the tiny round picture.
Music was blasting, and everything flashed, bodies intermingled, and people were screaming and dancing, spilling their drinks all over the place.
Cole scoffed and flipped through all the videos until he found one where Donovan was dancing. He was wearing a tightly fitted black shirt, the sleeves were rolled back, and his pants hugged his butt and package. His dancing was smooth and sexy. But there was a little itch to it, and Cole knew it was from the beating his balls had gone through.
He smiled, but he soured when a girl with dark hair and voluptuous curves rubbed herself on his man.
His man… He shook his head.
He wasn’t just another sub.
Cole’s dick stiffened at the thought, and he started to jerk off by looking at Donovan’s shirtless pictures. Some were especially hot, the one where his bulge was clearly on display in an attempt to gather attention from all those looking.
No matter how hard he went at it, Cole couldn’t get a proper boner; he always went back to Donovan walking out of him with saggy shoulders. So, Cole put his phone down, showered once more, and slid under his covers.
But sleep didn’t come; at least, it was fractured. He woke up half a dozen times, and the first thing that came to mind was Donovan’s name.
Would he fall so low as to send a text first?
Cole clutched a pillow and tossed it across the room, knocking out a cheap lamp that had come with the place.
Morning came at a snail’s pace, and the weather still threatened to break in a tantrum.
Cole responded to a few texts before going to class, but none from Donovan. No more stories were posted on his profile. He couldn’t help but check his phone throughout the day; he was unfocused and stressed, and he even snapped at another student who was chewing on his gum too hard at the library.
This went on until the following Monday, when he couldn’t take it anymore.
Punching people tugged at him; setting his notes aflame seemed like a good idea. Behind his neat attire and composure was nothing but a mess of raging knots about to come loose.
So he put his pride aside.
Cole: Hey, I’d like to talk.
It took a few hours for Donovan to send him a simple:
“Ok, my place.”
Donovan sent him his location, and Cole arrived in record time. They weren’t too far apart. The building was much like his, old but well-maintained. The entrance hall was too dark, though, and a single bulb hung from a long exposed wire.
It did the trick, he guessed, but he was still careful when he went up the stairs; they were bed, and the wood sounded hollow.
Number 6.
He knocked, and Donovan opened the door, wearing a knitted jumper and black pants.
“What’s up, strange?” he said with a lazy smirk.
“Good, you?” Cole asked, getting in hesitantly.
The place was everything he had imagined, messy. The bed was unmade, and there were books, notes, and energy drink bottles everywhere.
“You got no trash bin?”
Donovan laughed softly. “Have you come here to judge me?”
“No.”
“Then, why did you come?” Donovan sat on his couch, manspreading.
“I wanted to talk.”
“Obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”
Cole swallowed the lump in his throat, his ears were burning, and his palms were sweaty. He was standing motionless, hoping to word his apology so it wouldn’t sound like one. But there was no way out of this.
And as Donovan lay on the couch, eyes hopeful, posture half-relaxed but with his heel clicking on the floor, Cole broke.
“I’m sorry for treating you like shit.”
It was sincere, but Cole still felt Donovan was good as a plaything, but as a boyfriend? Would he take that risk? Jock likes him, but he was promiscuous, and he wasn’t ready to get his heart broken. If he let Donovan into his life, he took the risk of revealing himself. It was scary and overwhelming, and Cole wasn’t sure he was ready for that.
His heart quickened, sweat trickled down his pits, and he was hot in the face.
“I don’t know what you’re expecting of this, but I haven’t been with anyone like that for years,” Cole explained earnestly. “It’ll just make things more complicated.”
“For you, or for me?”
“For both of us.”
“That’s a big fat joke,” Donovan said, rising to his feet. “You’re just too scared you might feel something real for once.”
Cole sneered. “Because you’re a psychology major, now. When did that happen?”
“When you thought I wouldn’t see through your manipulation. It’s all fun and games for you, but it all stems from loneliness and fear. You’re not as badass as you think you are.”
“I don’t pretend to be, I’m just stating facts.”
“So you’re fine just using my dick as you please for quickies, but you’re not willing to take a chance to own it for life?”
Donovan was being candid; Cole had to give him that.
“So why were you out last night if you’re so serious… about us?”
“Fuck, I needed to unwind, I got drunk and went home, that’s all I did. But I’d rather have spent the night cuddled up with you.”
“Ok,” Cole didn’t mention the girl; he could see Donovan was truthful, and that made him even hotter. “Let’s say I agree to this, I don’t want you to expect a change in our dynamics, you’ll still be my sub, I won’t go any easier on you. Actually, it might get more intense. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, sir!” Donovan replied with assurance.
“And if you are to become my boyfriend, you gotta show me you’re ready to commit.”
Donovan’s eyebrow shot up, and he crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“What’ll be, sir?”
“I need you to get your nipples pierced.”
“What?!” He boomed.
“Yes, that’s my condition, and then I promise I’ll be entirely yours. And it’ll mark you as entirely mine, my property.”
“This is a big ask.”
“I know, or else we can just keep things casual as you said. I don’t mind.”
Even though he minded it a great deal, Cole was enjoying the power play, and he liked Donovan’s face and body and cock even more. The days during which he tortured himself internally had proven that, and he wasn’t confident he could forget about that hot piece of a man easily. So he begged the sky for Donovan to say “Yes” to being owned, just as intended.
He also swore he wouldn’t hurt him in return, and that he would open his heart without reserves. Somehow, he believed Donovan when he spoke; he wasn’t dumb, and he wasn’t vicious.
He may be the one deserving of his full attention and care.
“When will you have it done?” Donovan asked, obviously tense.
“As soon as we find someone to do it, I know a shop in town.”
“So this week?”
“If you agree to it, yes.”
“Damn,” Donovan sighed, and Cole noticed the jock’s cock was hard in his pants. “I never thought of getting pierced before, but fuck, the idea is hot.”
“I can see that,” Cole approached him, checking Donovan’s length. “You’re already so hard for me.”
“Can I think on it for a couple of days?”
“Of course, it’s a big leap,” Cole said, licking his neck. “But don’t make me wait too long.”
“I promise, you’ll have an answer on Wednesday at most,” Donovan breathed out through gritted teeth. “Please, Cole, can you suck me off… I haven’t cum since… since that day.”
“When I punished you?”
Donovan’s cock throbbed in Cole’s hand.
“Yes, sir.”
“But you’ve been a very good bull by not cumming, your balls must be full.”
The idea of a reward crossed his mind, and Cole was convinced it would be perfect for Donovan to make a decision more expressly.
“How about you fuck me as you see fit today. You get to plow me, you get to make love to me, long thrusts, hard thrusts. You can use my hole however you like, and breed me.”
It wasn’t a decision he was taking lightly. Donova breeding him was always in the cards, but not like this. He was throwing his principles out the window for a guy he had only known for a short while. But Cole was willing to take the risk.
“Really, sir?”
“Yeah, you earned it,” Cole praised.
“Thank you so much, sir,” Donovan said, hugged him tightly before undressing him. “I will go slow, sir, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Donovan led him to the bed, and Cole followed without saying a thing. He should’ve been anxious, but the big stud holding his hand was radiant, and safe, and the messy little studio apartment was a cocoon Cole knew he would get used to pretty rapidly. He let himself be splayed on the wrinkled sheets and let Donovan spread his legs.
His wet tongue pressed against his hole, and Cole exhaled all the tension he had felt in the past few days. Donovan’s tongue was warm, exquisite, and it focused around his entrance and slithered deeper. It opened him delicately, his cock throbbing as Donovan rimmed him. The jock’s hands grabbed his asscheeks to pull them apart, and he buried his tongue and nose religiously inside him.
It left Cole panting, aching for more.
“Be a good boy, and fuck me,” he commanded. “I’m ready.”
Donovan towered over the bed, still fully clothed and looking entranced. Then, tops, underwear, and pants were flying about, and Donovan weighed on him, cockhead pressing on the ring, closing his hole.
And then Donovan pushed it inside.
His huge cockhead painfully tore through Cole’s defenses, but he had learned to handle the pain of the first penetration. He breathed out, accepted it, and soon Donovan inched deeper and deeper until his hefty ballsack rested against Cole’s ass. It was sweaty, and from what Cole noticed, still perfectly smooth.
His boy had kept himself clean for him.
Good boy.
Donovan remained buried to the hilt to give him time to adjust.
“Is this alright?” His tongue pried Cole’s mouth open. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“You’re perfect,” Cole replied. It hurt, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. “Make my hole gape with your big cock, bull, breed me with your seed.”
“Yes, sir,” Donovan grunted and slammed his hips against his.
Gone were the slow thrusts; now, the jock was unrelenting and merciless. Cole held to the other man’s muscular arms, feeling his muscles tensing and extending as he moved. His balls slapped around wetly, and his cock opened him further as its girth expanded.
Sloppy kisses sent Cole to heaven; the dick was so good he felt his own orgasm building up.
“Donovan, fuck, you’re ruining me.”
“Yes,” Donovan slammed into Cole with a punishing thrust. “I’m yours, but you’re mine, too.”
SLAM, “I’m the only one that gets to breed your hole.”
SLAM.
“Yes, yes, only you,” Cole moaned. “Your cock’s the best.”
“Is that why you wanna claim me?” He asked, short of breath and pounding Cole down like there was no tomorrow. “Is that why?”
“FUUUCK,” Cole yelled. “And because I think I like you, I want you for me, just for me.”
The situation was getting out of hand, and Cole knew he had to take Donovan down a peg. He managed to grab his ballsack and pulled it down forcefully.
Donovan screamed.
“Who’s your master?”
“You, sir, you,” he said. “Fuck, I’m sorry, sir, I got carried away.”
His thrusting slowed.
“Never forget that,” Cole freed Donovan’s balls. “Now, breed your master like the good bull you are.”
Donovan obeyed and now focused on Cole’s pleasure. His cock was deliberately angled perfectly to hit his prostate; he wasn’t pounding him like a beast anymore, but like a lover. He graced him with kisses, little pinches to his nipples, and bit his ears as his orgasm boiled to the surface. Cole could feel him getting close, and he was eager to feel Donovan’s warm load inside him.
“You’re such a good boy,” Cole said.
It sent Donovan in a frenzy, and the jock rammed him like a jackhammer. Donovan felt as if his hole was about to prolapse; it burned, it ached, and he kept it open so Donovan could enjoy himself, and then he squeezed his dick to make it harder for him to hold his load.
“Fuck, sir, what you’re doing is insane, fuck, I’m about to bust,” Donovan said, panting.
Cole felt hot seed spilling into him as his own dick sent long white ropes flying. His breeding was so deep that he knew he’d have gotten pregnant if it were possible.
Donovan attempted to jerk away, but Cole stopped him by holding him close with his legs.
“Stay there, keep moving.”
“But sir, my cock’s so fucking sensitive,” Donovan grunted. “So sensitive.”
“I know, learn to enjoy the post-orgasm teasing. You have to,” Cole said.
“Understood, sir.”
Donovan kept thrusting, his will wrapped around Cole’s fingers. He moaned and sighed, his body jerky from the teasing of his uncut head.
“You may take out your dick, now.”
“Thank you, master,” Donovan said, rolling onto his back. “Thank you so much for this.”
Cole took his hand, and it felt right.
“Sir.”
“Yes?”
“I agree to your terms, I’ll get my nips pierced as a sign of ownership.”
“Post-nut clarity works wonders for you,” Cole said, placing a kiss on the back of Donovan’s hand.
“I guess it does, sir.”
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