Donovan
Cole’s no-clothes rule had been strange at first, but it had grown on Donovan. Freeballing around the apartment, his dick swinging between his legs, gave him a sort of freedom he hadn’t known he needed.
Since getting pierced, nakedness had become even more of a blessing. Every time a t-shirt grazed over his nipples, his arousal hit him in full force, and he found himself leaking uncontrollably. He had been told it would make him hornier and more willing to perform his tasks.
But it was on another level.
Every room, from the kitchen to the bathroom, was kept warm for him. Cole made sure he was comfortable, and the gesture demonstrated his considerate side, beneath his strict exterior.
The ambient heat effectively kept Cole from wearing anything too concealing; he usually favored shorts and a loose t-shirt, but preferred to be barefoot. The dissonance of Donovan lounging around naked, while Cole was dressed, felt right. Donovan no longer noticed it and had fully accepted his status as property.
Playing was fun, but little by little, they both settled into a routine that went beyond that. They cuddled when watching a movie, bantered while cooking, and shared their plans for the future. They were careful not to be too forward about the state of things. Cole hadn’t referred to Donovan as his boyfriend yet.
However, his behavior was a sign that he might be more open to it.
Donovan watched his man getting undressed for the shower.
“You coming?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Donovan replied, smiling slightly. “You know, I really think we should split the bills.”
Donovan had only gone back to his apartment to pick up a few things; his drawer at Cole’s was packed, and his belongings now lay scattered around the apartment. He had made himself at home, and not sharing expenses was bothering him.
“Why?”
“I’ve been here more often than not,” he explained, stepping into the shower. “I need to pull my own weight.”
Cole chuckled. “Please, it’s a non-issue, really.”
“But it is.” Donovan grabbed his wrist gently. “I’ll feel much better. Heating this place can’t be cheap.”
He could see Cole was pondering the idea. His handsome face was blank, but his eyes expressed a world of emotions. He was evidently moved by Donovan’s proposal, but agreeing to it might be too much of a leap for him. For all his talk of commitment, he was exceedingly unwilling to commit himself. Donovan knew where this came from, but thought it unfair.
“Just forget it,” Donovan said, frustrated, reaching for the faucet.
Water splashed on his chest, sprinkling over his neck and down his body, steam rising and fogging up the mirror.
Donovan felt arms around him.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Cole apologized, pulling him closer. “You’re being so sweet, and I’m just being an asshole.”
This struck a chord. Cole seldom showed cracks in his manicured persona, and Donovan grinned at himself for this little victory.
“Is that a yes, then?”
“Maybe,” Cole replied, brushing his lips on Donovan’s shoulder blade.
“It’s settled then!”
“But, you got your own bills to pay. Are you sure this won’t be any trouble?”
“I have some money saved, and who knows, this might become more than a temporary arrangement,” Donovan said, not daring to face Cole. “I want us to be more than fuck buddies.”
Cole didn’t say anything, but didn’t pull away either. Silence stretched until Cole forced Donovan to turn around with a gentle tug. Cold coursed through his spine, apprehension building in his chest as Donovan prepared himself for a response he might not like.
But all he saw was Cole smiling widely.
“Huh, what’s up?” Donovan asked, dumbly.
“Nothing,” Cole said, laughing before hugging him. “You big, dumb jock. Can I call you mine?”
“I’m already yours, I thought I was clear about that.”
“You’re my bull, that’s one thing.” Cole swallowed hard, torn between doubt and determination. “Would you be my boyfriend? I can’t promise I’ll be perfect in that regard, but I’ll do my damn best to try.”
The joy that exploded inside him made Donovan dizzy. He lost his footing on the slippery floor, only to be caught by the man who had nearly caused his fall.
Words were strung together in a mess he couldn’t unravel. He had been waiting for that exact moment ever since giving himself to Cole, and now, he wasn’t even able to string a sentence together.
“I mean, if you don’t want to, I’d totally…”
“No!” Donovan boomed, kissing Cole passionately. “I want you to be mine, as much as I am yours.”
“Good,” Cole said, massaging Donovan’s ballsack. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m taking you to a nice place tonight.”
“Really?” Donovan sucked on his neck. “Where to?”
“Just a quaint little restaurant.”
The hands on his cock aroused Donovan instantly. Cole was thorough when he took care of Donovan’s personal hygiene. He poured soap in his hands and started with his back, then his pits, and only made for his cock last. He was especially gentle when soaping up the area around his nipples, and Cole had even bought unscented soap while Donovan was healing.
Then, he meticulously peeled the skin off Donovan’s dick and masturbated it clean. Soap mixed with precum, but in the end, his cockhead was clear of the grime of the day. The sweat was washed from his balls, and all the tension he had amassed in classrooms left Donovan and disappeared down the drain.
What helped the most was the fact that he could now proudly call Cole his boyfriend.
“You’re my boyfriend,” Donovan said, looking at Cole’s hands as he kept on stroking him.
The attention with which he soaped and rinsed his cock made it sensitive in no time, and when Cole spat on it, he knew he would have to perform his duty as a bull.
“We’re boyfriends,” Cole replied, kissing the back of Donovan’s hand before adding more spit on his cock. “Fuck me like it’s the first time.”
As Donovan entered his boyfriend and the tight walls of his hole closed around him, the sense of belonging felt truer than it ever had. He pushed his cock deeper, careful not to go too fast so he wouldn’t hurt Cole with his length and girth. The soft moans that came out of his mouth told Donovan he was doing his job right; he was being the bull Cole had trained him to be.
Donovan buried himself to the hilt, his heavy balls filled with cum, bumping gently against Cole’s taint. He released a long, relaxed sigh and thrust in and out of him in slow motion.
“You feel even better now, for some reason,” Cole admitted, squeezing Donovan’s cock tighter. “So fucking good, my bull, my boyfriend.”
“Yes, sir,” Donovan grabbed Cole’s hips and attempted a rougher thrust. “Is that alright?”
Some liberties got him punished, but the whimper that escaped Cole’s mouth told him his boldness wouldn’t get him in trouble this time.
“Yeah, it is,” Cole panted, his hands pressed against the shower walls.
The fucking took them both in a space where the rest of the world didn’t matter. They consumed each other as if they were two competing galaxies colliding, two universes merging to form a perfect world.
Donovan felt he was close. He thrust faster, edging toward the risk of punishment. His gorged cock throbbed, pumped up with blood and the irrepressible need to breed. He needed to; he had to fill Cole with his cum. His ragged breathing told him a couple more thrusts would do the trick.
“Can I cum, sir?” He asked, knowing he wasn’t the one holding the key to his pleasure.
Cole cruelly unmounted him, his swollen hole leaking obscenely.
“Please,” Donovan begged, his denied cock jumping, foreskin half covering his flaring cockhead. “I’ve been good, I’ve been good, sir.”
“You were amazing, even,” Cole gave him a quick kiss. “But I’ve got something coming for you, and I want your balls aching for an orgasm when it gets there.”
“What is it, sir?”
“You’ll see,” Cole got out of the shower, spilling water everywhere.
He opened the medicine cabinet and came back with a stainless steel cockring. It looked brand new.
“I also ordered this,” Cole slid it at the base of Donovan’s still pulsing manhood.
He stared at it, wondering at his own arousal. His head was now fully exposed, precum being washed away by the stream of water pouring from the shower head.
“Where do you even get the time to find new ways of tormenting me?”
“I know you love it,” Cole answered, granting him a few more strokes. “Now, let’s wrap this up. I’m famished.”
The restaurant stood out as the only notable landmark. The stores were dark, and the quiet streets were eerily still. Curtains were drawn, the people inside the apartments overlooking the slumbering town silhouetted by dim lighting and TV screens.
“The Cutlery” appeared in golden letters. It was a fitting name, and the whole place already displayed its grandeur with tall windows and symmetrically trimmed hedges and bushes. Fairy lights dangled under the soft breeze, but the terrace was empty save for a few people smoking and talking animatedly.
Donovan wore a black knitted pullover, a dark green peacoat, black chino pants, and a pair of sneakers whose soles he hadn’t worn to the heels. The pullover hugged his muscles just as Cole liked it, and the chino fitted him the right way as well. He had been afraid his bulge would show through due to the cockring, but fortunately, though it fluffed it up a little, it wasn’t as apparent as he had feared.
They walked to the restaurant’s double doors, and a knife and fork were imprinted on the glass. Donovan glanced at Cole, who was wearing light blue jeans, a white polo shirt, and a thick navy blue jacket.
Donovan didn’t understand how he could handle the cold without shivering to death.
A hostess in heels greeted them. She was in her mid-thirties, with red lipstick, pretty. Everything about her screamed class, and in the past, Donovan would’ve gladly asked her out, but all he did was take Cole’s hand in his and say.
“Table for two, please,” with a proud smile.
The hostess smiled warmly and shepherded them to a small table located between the window and an ancient-looking cast-iron stove. Naturally, Donovan settled with his back to the smoldering orange flames, aware that Cole would enjoy the window seat better.
“This is nice,” Cole commented, outstretching a hand over the table.
Donovan took this as a cue to grab it.
“I think so too,” he replied. “Do you know the place?”
“It’s my first time here. I figured it’d be cool to discover a place neither of us knows, as a way to kickstart our relationship, you know.”
Cole seemed almost shy when he uttered the words, focusing on their intermingled fingers not to show his embarrassment. Donovan thought it was endearing and only wanted to lean across the plates to kiss him.
“You really think of everything!”
“I’ve had this place in mind for a while,” Cole continued, still fascinated by their hands touching. “But I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to take you here. I was too scared to take the leap and ask you out properly, to be honest, I’m still fucking terrified about the whole thing.”
Donovan leaned forward and murmured, “You don’t have to be; you’ve trained me to be yours. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“What if…” Cole pressed his lips together. “What happens when it all becomes routine?”
The question hit Donovan like a ton of bricks. Not because he realized he might leave when it did happen, but because Cole actually believed it was possible he would.
Which he wouldn’t.
“I’m not here because of the play, I’m not here because I enjoy being your bull, or because submitting is what I wanted,” Donovan said confidently. “All of it is nice, and I love how easily you’ve claimed me. But I didn’t stay because of all that. I stayed because I knew I wanted to be with you, as your slave, as your partner.”
The waiter, a college-aged man with long wiry arms, cut through their moment. Donovan was frustrated, but put on his best smile.
“Hello, what can I get you?” the waiter asked with a pleasant tone, pen hovering over a digital notepad.
Donovan stared at Cole knowingly.
Choose for me, his eyes said.
“We’ll have a bottle of Pinot Noir.”
Cole scanned through the drinks menu and ordered a 2019 Pinot Something. Donovan had no clue what it amounted to or where it originated from until the waiter said it was one of their best Canadian red wines. As soon as he left, Donovan had already forgotten the full name.
“I got no palate for alcohol,” he admitted.
“Me neither, I just pretend to know what I’m doing, everything was quite expensive anyway.”
They both laughed, a bit noisily at first, until they caught themselves.
“I’m so happy to be here with you,” Cole said, wholeheartedly open but with the twinkle of angst in his eyes.
“I am too, and I promise I won’t ever do anything to hurt you. I’ll prove it every day.”
The tug of the cockring, the steel biting gently into his skin, reminded Donovan of his position as Cole’s owned bull. He could already feel a trickle of precum staining his underwear. But all he did was grin at that.
It was true he would never hurt Cole, because he now knew what it meant to be kept.
He also knew that their relationship had too much potential to be wasted.
They were young, they had the opportunity to build a whole life together, to experiment sexually, and grow emotionally.
Donovan could picture it clearly in his mind, and with his submission and devotion, he internally swore he would heal Cole from past wounds. There was nothing else but the future, and if they trusted each other, they would be able to live freely and unbound from grief.
“Is that a promise?” Cole grinned shyly.
“I swear it on my life.”
They lingered in their own microcosm until the waiter came back to fill their wine glasses and take their order.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur, and by the end of it, Donovan had a full belly and drenched boxer briefs.
But most of all, he was ready to love, unabridged.
THE END
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