Cole
Cole never would’ve thought a guy would agree to getting pierced to please him.
Yet, there he was, walking behind Donovan, who was pulling at his t-shirt and gesticulating in his raincoat, irritated.
Cole lazily admired the way his broad back flexed each time he tried to soothe his sore nipples.
But nothing could be done about it.
The initial healing period would last up to eight weeks, and a full recovery would take even longer.
The only grievance was that Donovan’s nipples would be too delicate to be handled roughly for quite a while, and Cole thought it unfair. He had a brand new way to toy with his boy, and he couldn’t even take full advantage of it.
“That burger place sucked ass, you’d think they’d make some effort to cook something tasty in a town this small, like, I don’t get how they’re still open,” Donovan complained.
“Mm,” Cole replied, snapping out of his daze. “I suppose they’re still up and running because the place’s cheap, that’s what students want, quick and cheap.”
Donovan spun around and was now facing Cole with a frown. “Should be the name of the place, you should pitch it to them.”
“You’re in a bit of a mood,” Cole remarked, mischievously. “Be careful not to overstep.”
A shadow passed over Donovan’s face, and his expression softened, penitent.
“I’m sorry, sir, I forgot myself,” he said, fearful of retribution. “But my nipples are so damn itchy, they hurt every step I take. I don’t know if I’ll be able to bear it.”
“It’s not like you have a choice in the matter; this is all part of what it means to be a kept jock.” Cole hooked his finger into Donovan’s belt. The barbells are a constant reminder that you’re owned. From now on, all the decisions concerning your body are my responsibility, whether I want you to train harder to get bigger or if I want you to grow your hair out. Anything I say goes.”
The utter and complete control Cole exerted gave him a high he had seldom experienced, and the stiff slab of meat in his pants attested to how much he was enjoying it.
Meanwhile, Donovan stood motionless, awaiting instructions, his spine straight and his thick arms lined along his sides. His own bulge was obscene.
Cole glanced around to make sure no one witnessed their exchange.
Both because he jealously wanted to keep Donovan all for himself, and to ensure they wouldn’t be arrested for indecent exposure.
Fortunately, the rare pedestrians present were either too far or too focused on their own little lives to notice anything.
The crowd had already thinned when they came out of the “Quick-and-Cheap” place they’d chosen to grab a bite; lunchtime was over, students were heading back to campus, and smartly dressed men and women were returning to work.
If Cole had been more serious, he would have attended his own classes. However, today’s modules were as dull as education could get, and he was confident that he would pass without much effort, anyway.
He wouldn’t say it out loud; the last thing he wanted was to be pinned as a complete jerk.
“Is that clear?” Cole finished, pulling Donovan closer to him so their breaths mixed.
“Yes,” he submissively answered. “I am your toy, sir.”
“And I’ll be sure to use you the best way I can,” Cole released Donovan and opened his coat to reveal his torso. “Yeah, they’re looking pretty swollen.”
“They feel like it, sir.”
“You’ll feel better in a few days.” Then he remembered Donovan was a student too. “I’m sure it’ll be tough to get through your class later today. But you’ll manage, won’t you?”
“I will.”
“That’s good, my big, strong bull.” Cole patted Donovan’s shoulder and walked past him. “Better hurry if we wanna play, I did promise you something special. Aren’t you curious as to what it is?”
Donovan smirked, burning with sexual hunger. “I can’t wait to find out!”
As soon as the flat’s door closed behind them, Cole observed Donovan slip out of his clothes, the ritual firmly etched in his routine. His nips were bleeding a little, and the jock stared at them, dumbfounded.
“It’s nothing, go sit in the kitchen, I’ll take care of that.”
Cole grabbed a sterile gauze and sterile saline solution from the medicine cabinet. He had bought the latter in advance, knowing it might come in handy once Donovan was pierced.
Darcy had indeed told them to get some if they didn’t have any.
He returned to the main room, and Donovan was waiting patiently, sitting on one of the chairs Cole had thrifted; one was blue with a crooked backrest, and the other had its legs chewed on by something with sharp teeth.
Cole pictured a small puppy gnawing at it.
“Please, be gentle,” Donovan begged with doe eyes.
How could he refuse such a handsome lad? He had a soft heart after all.
Cole scrubbed his hands thoroughly, applying soap twice and going under his nails.
Then, he cleaned the inflamed nipples with the saline solution, massaging Donovan’s neck with his free hand. The pain wasn’t excruciating, but the whole process aroused Donovan’s vulnerability, and the naked hunk reveled in Cole taking care of him.
He winced, sucked in whines, and thanked him profusely.
The whole charade was endearing, and Cole couldn’t help but smile.
“All done,” he said, throwing the used gauze in the trash. “Now, go look in the top drawer under the shelves.”
His tone shifted from reassuring to commanding, and Cole began to remove his own clothes, revealing his chiseled abs and lean physique. He had decided to let his pubes grow a bit, to spite Donovan, whom he kept trimmed with closely shaved balls.
A Fleshlight was withdrawn from the drawer.
“Is that what you wanted me to find?”
“Yes, now,” Cole sank into the couch, his erection never subsiding. “Spit in it and start working my dick.”
“What?”
“Do as you’re told!”
“Yes, sir, sorry.”
The Fleshlight was lubed up so well that his cock slid into it with ease. It was made of standard clear plastic, and its lining was deliciously mushy.
Donovan was on his knees, both hands trained on the Fleshlight as if he were praying.
Cole was, in a way, the object of his worship, sitting on his throne as his servant worked fervently to earn his favors.
“Does it feel good, sir?” Donovan asked, his own cock leaking between his legs.
“It does, boy,” Cole sighed. “Keep working it, you’re doing great.”
His asscheeks clenched as his precum mixed with Donovan’s spit, and Cole fucked the Fleshlight following the rhythm his kneeling bull was setting.
A few stolen glances and intimate smiles pushed him to the edge until he released his seed. He didn’t have to wait or endure the teasing; his dominance was absolute. Cum squirted in rivulets inside the toy, coating every groove with slime.
“Such a good boy,” Cole leaned forward and kissed Donovan ardently, while his dick was still sheathed. “Now, it’s your turn.”
He pulled out from the sleeve and pushed Donovan so he would sit on the floor. Then, Cole dipped two fingers in the lubed Fleshlight, spread his legs open, and shoved them in his hole. Donovan’s eyes were wide, speechless in front of what was unraveling in front of him. Cole chuckled and stretched his hole wider, making the bull salivate.
“Here’s what you’re gonna do,” Cole moaned. “You’re gonna use the Fleshlight on you now, you get to fuck it, pleasure yourself however you goddamn like. You can go as fast and as hard as you want, but the main rule remains the same. What is it, boy?”
“I can’t cum without your permission, sir.”
“That’s right,” Cole said, going one knuckle deeper.
His ass was more sensitive due to cumming just a few minutes ago, but he knew the sight would drive Donovan crazy. If he had been more dominant, he would’ve claimed Cole without hesitation. But this further proved Cole had been right about him all along.
Handsome, muscular, hung.
A perfect uncut cock with a big head and a set of balls to die for.
He owned all of that; the bull was wrapped around his fingers.
Donovan humped the Fleshlight, thrusting his hips, hypnotized by Cole’s fingering. Cole hammered his prostate, his cock growing hard mere minutes after spurting. He wanted Donovan inside him, but couldn’t ignore his own orders. It would show cracks in the discipline he was trying to establish, and it was too early in the process. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t risk losing control.
“Does it feel good?” Cole asked, hearing the wet squelching sounds of Donovan’s cock fucking the Fleshlight.
“It does, fuck, sir,” Donovan hunched over. “I want it to be you!”
“No, that’s all you’re getting today,” Cole said sadistically. “Train your cock for me, endurance is key to being a good bull.”
“I know, sir,” Donovan groaned, the barbells pierced through his nipples shining pleasantly in the dim light. “I’m getting close!”
Cole raised an eyebrow, “Already, boy?”
“Sir, please, the smell of your cum is driving me crazy!”
“That’s no fucking excuse.” Cole hushed. “You’re not allowed to blow, just last a little while longer.”
Donovan slowed his pace, aware of his limits; his breathing was labored, and his hips had become more hesitant. His dick didn’t go as deep as before as he fucked the toy, but his gaze was still unceremoniously trained on Cole. His pupils dilated when he looked at his overstimulated hole, and he grinned lustfully when their eyes met.
Donovan edged forward, anticipating another restriction. But Cole let him; he could feel his warm breath tickling his taint.
“Rim me,” Cole said, retrieving his fingers.
Donovan had his tongue lapping him in an instant, eating him out like he was the most exquisite meal. He slithered inside; the fullness Cole experienced was both physical and mental. He was being worshipped by a man who didn’t make a difference between his own pleasure and Cole’s.
They melted into each other.
His fingers entangled in Donovan’s hair, Cole pressed him harder into his crack, his cock throbbing as he was being tongued. He could feel Donovan picking up the pace, losing track of time and space. They lost themselves in the moment, communing through breaths and small gestures.
“You’re allowed to cum,” Cole said, knowing full well Donovan wouldn’t be able to hold his load much longer. “Cum for me!”
The tongue didn’t leave his hole, even when Donovan began to hump the Fleshlight more violently, bringing himself to the point of no return. He fucked, and licked, holding one of Cole’s legs up.
“Can I cum, sir?” Donovan asked mindlessly, drooling.
“I told you you can, boy,” Cole panted, gripping a tuft of hair too roughly.
An orgasmic grunt vibrated through Cole’s hole. It was so guttural that it spread to his stomach, along with the vibration of Donovan pushing into the ruined Fleshlight. He continued fucking it even though his orgasm had come and gone, and Cole had to extricate him from his position.
His hair was tangled, his lids half-closed, and his mouth pink from all the sucking he had performed. His hips still rocked mechanically, unable to stop.
“You’ve done amazing.”
The praise summoned Donovan back, his eyes refocused, and the feeling of his cock in the Fleshlight made him recoil due to how sensitive it had become.
“Fuck, I wasn’t all there anymore.”
“Obviously,” Cole said with admiration.
He was becoming a true breeding bull, whose sole purpose was to be edged, milked, and drained.
And so much more.
Cole stroked his stubbled jaw. “You need a shave.”
“Can you do it? I love it when you do.”
“I will,” Cole heaved Donovan up on the couch and wrapped him in a hug.
All was perfect.
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