Cole
For two days, Cole hadn’t heard from Donovan. He wasn’t too worried about it; newly inducted jocks often needed some time to process the fact that they weren’t who they thought they were.
A soft golden light was filtering through the transparent curtains; clouds obscured it here and there. A tune, guitar and soothing singing, was playing in the background. Cole appreciated his time alone and the calmness of a well-put-together space. He was lounging on his couch when a notification alerted him, and his phone screen switched on to reveal the name Donovan.
Donovan: Hi, how u been?
Cole: Okay, you?
Donovan: I wanna blow again.
Cole: What are you asking for?
Cole exhaled, stretching his arms. A satisfying pop released the tension in his upper back. The response that came was everything he had been hoping for.
Donovan: I want to prove myself to you.
Cole: Be there in 2 hours, don’t be late.
The last words were an incentive more than a threat. It would surely create a reaction if Donovan were truthful about his intentions. This time, no slip-ups would be allowed. If one did happen, Cole would be forced to punish his jock for the first time. He scratched his nose, sinking deeper into the plush pillows.
But what punishment would suit him? He thought it couldn’t be something too harsh at first. It bore the risk of driving him away. But it had to be harsh enough for Donovan to understand who he was dealing with.
Cole stayed on the sofa for a little while on his phone, typing in Donovan’s socials and scrolling through them, careful not to like any of the pictures. Donovan was often shirtless, surrounded by pretty chicks and pretty lads. He presented himself as a presence larger than life itself. A man who surfed, did rock climbing and snorkeling on weekends, and occasionally skydived. His charming smile illuminated the pictures, and Cole found himself smiling back.
He almost slapped himself.
There was no sign of family, cousins, or parents.
Maybe he just guarded his personal life ferociously.
Or maybe it was something else.
Cole took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. Forty minutes left, he removed his clothes and opened a small box in his wardrobe. It was rather large, made of old wood with a small lock. Inside were a set of toys he used on himself and others and a tube of lube. After a quick deep clean in the shower, Cole started lubing up the smaller plug and let it slide in his hole; his feet hung in the air. The pain subsided after a short while, and he went on to the bigger ones. Until he deemed his hole was stretched enough to accommodate Donovan’s thick cock.
The jock was about to get his prize, with a twist.
Cole dressed in a loose sweater and joggers and only had to wait ten minutes before someone knocked at his door. The knocking was sharp and determined. A moment passed; it was deliberate on Cole’s part. A way to assume his position as the determining force.
Knock, knock!
Cole opened the creaking door. Donovan was standing in the frame wearing a ball cap and a denim jacket. His musculature showed through his winter clothes. His posture was stiff and uneasy, his whole being torn between confidence and desperation. His hands were buried too deep in his pockets.
“Sup.” He said, eyes darting sideways.
“You may come in.”
He stepped into the apartment, hanging his jacket on the coat rack.
“Do you want a drink?” Cole suggested. “Looks like you’re gonna faint.”
Donovan scoffed. “Fuck off, I’m fine.”
Cole led him to the couch, his hand in the small of his back. When he was seated, Cole squeezed his hulking thigh. It was shaking from nerves.
“Do you even want to be here?” Cole asked.
Donovan jumped. “Yes!” He shrugged, embarrassed. “Yeah, I do. I just… I’m not sure…”
“You don’t know what you’re looking for.”
“I want you, I’m sure of that,” Donovan played with a loose thread on the couch. “But the way you’re acting, it’s unusual for me.”
Cole leaned in and kept on stroking his thigh, Donovan’s growing excitement showing in the tightness of his jeans.
“I mean, you like me ordering you around.” He stated.
“Bullshit, that’s not what it is.”
“Are you sure?”
A shadow passed over Donovan’s eyes, and when the realization dawned on him, he put his hands on his head.
Meanwhile, Cole let his hand wander up.
“I don’t know,” Donovan uttered.
“I’m telling you, you do,” Cole tightened his clutch, and Donovan stared at him pleadingly. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be here, cock throbbing.”
Donovan stayed still, his breathing sharp and expectant. His eyes closed when Cole reached his bulge, and he threw his head back on the headrest. His legs spread ever so slightly, giving Cole room to explore his crotch thoroughly.
He unzipped his pants, and a moment later, Donovan was stark naked. Cole joined him, and the two of them were on equal footing for the first time.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” Cole’s voice was low and commanding. “If you want to cum today, you’re gonna have to be tied up.”
“But why…”
“Don’t interrupt me.” At that, Donovan’s cock jumped. “You’ll be restrained so you won’t be tempted to reach out for your cock. From now on, I’m the one who gets to decide how and when you get off. Am I making myself clear?”
Donovan grabbed his balls, defensive. “As in, during play sessions?”
“In the beginning, but as time passes, you’ll learn to give up control completely. It’s for your own good; a horny bull like you cannot be trusted.”
Cole seized the engorged cock, the head was peaking out of its foreskin, and precum oozed out of the slit. Donovan tensed.
“Do you agree to my terms?”
“I do,” Donovan relinquished. “Sir.”
“I like the sound of that, good boy.”
Cole produced silver cuffs from a drawing and restrained the jock, now with his hands behind his back; he was vulnerable. Cole pushed him on the catch, and he landed on it with a heavy thud, his cock and balls bobbing up and down. Cole took his sweet time to undress, not sparing a single touch to the jock. His thrusting in the air showed his penchant for breeding.
Once naked, Cole leaned forward and spread his ass cheeks, showing the end of the plug still buried inside of him.
“I’ve prepared myself for you,” he said, removing the plug, his hole constricting around it. He felt empty when it was out, craved to be filled again. “Have you been good, Donovan?”
He put one finger in his shaved crack, feeling one knuckle go in and then a second.
“I’m—my balls are full for you,” he twitched. “I promise I haven’t touched myself at all since seeing you, I wouldn’t lie to you, I…” He rambled.
Cole stroked his jaw gently and stuck the fingers he had used on himself in his mouth. “You like how I taste?”
Donovan nodded quickly.
“Do guys taste sweet, then?”
“Yes, sir,” Donovan swallowed.
Cole straddled him, letting the cock settle between his cheeks. Donovan thrust into him, but Cole stopped him by squeezing his balls tight. He whimpered loudly, arching his back.
“Don’t move,” Cole said.
He peeled back the foreskin tightly, the frenulum stretched, and the crown expanded. He angled the head at his entrance and let it slide in. It breached into him and inched inside. It was bigger than his toys, but Cole pulled through. He took the sharp pain caused by the intruder until he felt Donovan’s warm ballsack press into his smooth hole.
He kissed him, a reward for good behavior. Then, he slid up and down, using his body as a flashlight.
Donovan attempted a thrust, but Cole slapped back onto him.
“What did I tell you?” He gently licked his lower lip. “If you move, this stops right there, and you don’t get to cum.”
“No—No, sir,” he panicked.
“Will you behave?”
“Yes, sir. I promise, I won’t…”
“It’s all good, bull. Just remember your place.”
Donovan nodded.
Cole set up the pace, alternating between slow and hard thrusts. His puffy hole swallowed Donovan, whose breathing was ragged, labored from all the teasing.
“ I-I’m gonna cum, sir.”
“Is that a way to ask? You need to ask politely.”
“Can I cum, sir, please?”
“Yes, you can,” Cole deliberately slowed his pace. “Is this fast enough?”
“I don’t know, sir, I don’t know,” he panted.
Donovan struggled to keep his hips locked into place, but did a good job at it in the end. A few minutes passed, and his cock was throbbing harder than it ever had.
“I’m cumming, sir! Can I cum, sir, please…”
“Go ahead,” Cole let the cock slide out of him the moment it threatened to blow. He wanted him inside, but couldn’t allow Donovan to breed him just yet.
The first spurts of cum shot on the leather couch. This time, Cole grabbed onto the cock and stroked it just the right amount to give Donovan some satisfaction.
And more.
“Thank you, sir, thank you, sir,” Donovan moaned.
Cole kept stroking, making sure his cockhead was exposed so it wouldn’t escape his touch.
“Please, sir, it’s too sensitive!”
But he kept stroking, and more cum oozed out. When he felt Donovan had given him everything, he stopped, leaving the jock to come back to himself. His cock deflated, and after a while, his breathing was serene.
He freed him from the cuff, and Donovan massaged his wrists.
“It was amazing, thank you,” he hesitated. “Sir.”
Cole kissed him on the cheek. “You did really well today. How did it feel to give up control?”
“I—scary,” Donovan pinched his ballsack. “I would’ve loved to cum inside of you.”
“You haven’t earned that right yet,” Cole explained. “I need to train you properly before I let you pound into me.”
“Will you let me, sir?”
“Yes, when I’m sure you can be trusted. Now, we need to make some adjustments so you’re truly perfect.”
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