Donovan
Donovan woke up with a raging boner, but his new owner didn’t even bat an eye at it. He lumbered around the apartment with newly shaved balls and a dick that demanded attention but all he got was a copious breakfast, bacon and eggs with freshly pressed orange juice. If it had been any other day he would have been grateful for it, but he was too aware of his own nudity.
Fortunately, Cole had been kind enough to keep the room at excellent temperature, which means his ballsack was loose and swayed leisurely.
“Remember, I want you back here after class,” Cole reminded him, “The green toothbrush is yours. Now get dressed and get to class, I’d hate for my boy to be late.”
The comment did not warrant any answers, he was sure Cole didn’t expect any. So Donovan sheepishly put on yesterday’s clothes and headed back into the cold.
The sidewalk was was damp and slippery, and the morning fog shrouded people’s faces in an unnerving way. Dozens of students were heading to class and like them Donovan wished he was still in bed, warm and comfortable.
The morning classes went by slowly, his arousal bothered him a few times and precum had begun pooling in his underwear. He was deep into wondering if he had made the right choice when a voice snapped him back to reality.
“Hi, Donovan,” a girl with auburn hair and blue eyes said. “What’s up? This class is so annoying, it’s like Professor Greer wants us to fall asleep.
Donovan laughed timidly. “Yeah, his teaching is as gloomy as he is.”
Her name was Rebecca, he had had a few run-ins with her and she had obviously been interested in pursuing him. Donovan had nearly given in at a party on his first week at Haxwell, but he had been too drunk to touch first base.
“So, anything planned this week? I heard there’s a bit party over at some club this weekend… I think it’s the Wisteria, I’m not sure though.”
Her rambling kept Donovan’s mind occupied but it always drifted back to Cole. Rebecca was pretty, beautiful breasts and lips, she was his type in every way but the agreement he had passed wouldn’t permit him a single lick.
“Sounds cool,” he answered dimly.
“Would you like to come?”
“I-I can’t, I got something to do,” he stared at the black board, scratching his head. “Maybe another time.
“Huh, okay,” Rebecca said half-heartedly. “Anyway, can you tell me what’s that about?
When the class had finally ended Donovan’s briefs were drenched in his juice. He quickly exited campus, stuffed a few belongings in his gym bag and headed to Cole’s place. The pouring rain caught up to him before he managed to make it, and him forgetting his umbrella was probably the dumbest thing he had done all day.
He knocked.
“Wow, come on in,” Cole said, troubled by the sight of him. “You’re wanna catch death or something?
A towel in hand, he instructed Donovan to undress.
“Everything,” he declared when Donovan didn’t take off his underwear.
He then began drying him with the utmost concentration, wrapping a warm blanket around him when he was done.
“Your things must be drenched too, I’ll give them a spin in the washer and dryer.”
He also provided Donovan with a cup of warm chocolate milk, the steam that rose up to his nostrils was sugary and homey. The feeling that filled his stomach at the first sip made him relax and the sensation of the soft blanket over his bare skin was blissful.
Cole came back in the room with a lopsided grin.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he sat beside him. “How was your day?
“Fine, I guess,” Donovan drank up the remnant of chocolate milk and put the mug on the coffee table. “This girl, Rebecca, she asked me out I guess.”
He didn’t know why he had said it, the detail was irrelevant, or maybe it wasn’t.
“Oh,” Cole frowned. “That’s understandable with you looking like a snack all day,” he slid his hand under the blanket and wrapped a warm hand around Donovan’s balls. “But these are mine, too bad for her.”
Donovan looked out the window, and the rain streamed so hard the world outside had dissipated. “Yes, sir, they are.”
“Have you been a good boy today?”
“I have sir.”
“Good, good, then I guess you deserve to be rewarded,” Cole took off his sweater, revealing his lean physique and pale complexion.
Donovan smiled, his gaze burning with desire.
“I want to touch you sir, please,” he said.
“You may,” Cole opened the blanket and Donovan was splayed completely nude on the couch, his ripped abs dancing beneath his skin and his perked up nipples standing up for teasing.
Cole gave them a flick.
“We’ll focus on them another time,” Cole announced. “Today, I want to taste your cock after a full day in class.”
“Sir, can’t I…”
“No shower, I want to know if you need just one or two cockhead scrub a day, uncut boys need to be maintained more thoroughly than circumcised ones.”
“Yes, sir.”
Donovan laid back, letting Cole have his way with him. His stared at him, and soon Cole revealed his cockhead, it was already plump, his cock filled up nicely. Cole took a sniff under his foreskin, and gave it a shy lick.
“Good, healthy scent, I can smell some of your precum on it. You’ve been horny all day, bull,” he assessed.
“Yes sir, I wiped it with paper towels. I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard,” Donovan admitted in shame.
“It’s completely normal, it’s in your nature to be horny,” Cole stroked him slowly, observing the skin roll over his red cockhead with fascination. “We’ll do something special today.”
The rope was around Donovan’s balls in a few minutes. It was thick, but soft, and Cole expertly tied up his sack with it so that his testicles protruded away from his body. The pressure buildup made Donovan all the more aware of his genitals, but what worried him the most was how exposed his cockhead was.
His foreskin was tightly pulled back and unable to cover his glans.
“See,” Cole tired pulling it back up, but failed. “You’re completely exposed now, that’s how I want you for this session. Your cockhead will be the main focus.”
“But-But sir it’s so sensitive, I don’t…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. But I don’t need to remind you that you are forbidden to cum without permission,” Cole expressed firmly. “If you do, I’ll have to punish you, and I won’t be so gentle.”
Donovan nodded.
“Do you understand, boy?”
“I do, sir! I will accept punishment if I fail, sir!”
His response surprised him, it came out naturally and wholeheartedly.
“Good bull.”
Cole wrapped his lips around his cockhead and stayed there, twirling his tongue around the crown and over his piss slit. Cole moaned over his cock and unexpectedly went down on it until Donovan hit the back of his throat. Donovan started to move, pushing in, but Cole tugged on his balls sharply.
“Sorry, sir,” he sighed, trembling. “You just feel so good.”
Cole got off his dick with a loud pop. “You need to control yourself, your pleasure ties in with mine. But I want you to understand that your orgasms won’t be wasted, you must work hard for them now. Forget quick gratification, that’s over for you.”
Soft slips took control of his rod again, Cole’s throat was heavenly, a well lubricated sleeve that sent jolts of pleasure throughout Donovan’s entire body. His man juice was building up, balls lifting up to released their seed.
Cole stopped.
“You’re getting close,” he said. “How close are you on a scale of 1 to 10?”
“Seven… No eight sir, eight sir,” Donovan breathed out desperately.
“Let’s get you to a nine.”
The sucking resumed, with the added bonus of long drawn out strokes and gentle ball pulling.
It overflowed fast, Donovan did not have the time to speak when the first spurt came out. He felt it hit Cole’s throat, it was too perfect so Donovan started moving his hips.
Strangely, Cole did not prevent him to and swallowed his entire load with budging.
He wiped a drop of cum from his lip and brought it to Donovan’s.
“Taste your failure,” he said.
Reluctantly, Donovan stuck out his tongue and tasted himself.
“You’ve been a bad bull.”
The displeasure on his owner’s face was unbearable, Donovan knew he had fucked up and that he would have to endure the consequences of his transgression.
“I-I’m sorry sir, I couldn’t,” He frowned. “I deserve to be punished, sir.”
“Yes,” Cole kissed him on the lips lovingly. “Your punishment will teach you an important lesson in discipline.”
Donovan trembled as Cole showed him the restraints he had hidden under his bed.
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