In the Foam

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This story involves consensual sex between two men. Additionally, there is an aspect to this story that has power play and other Dom/sub themes. If you don't want to read about behavior of this type, look elsewhere. If you shouldn't read this for legal reasons or because you are deemed too young, go away.

Sorry that this update took so long. I have struggled to get things finished, but I hope y'all enjoy what I came up with. I am sure some people won't be happy with how I have wrapped this story up. All I can say to y'all is, write your own story. That way, your ending can be precisely as you want it.

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NOTE:

I think "In the Foam" can be read in three ways. (Although I imagine most of you will read both of my ending chapters anyway.) There are only two weeks of college left for the main character, and graduation is where this story ends.

1. As some readers have pointed out, it could end after Chapter 3. It is complete and whole already.

2. 4A is generally a continuation of the feelings of the story as a gentle exploration of two guys figuring out sex with each other without a traditional dating relationship/mutual attraction. It's a bit of a standard tale of a senior spring romance, with minimal romance and generally just fuck-buddying.

3. 4B-- this one -- is an exploration of some kinkier aspects of Shannon's sexual desires. It doesn't feel to me that this would fit within the tone of the fuck-buddy, end-of-school vibe. This ending will fit into a more authoritarian/kink genre instead.

While you could try to read them into one story, I am writing this as a forking narrative. There will be things in these two endings that contradict each other, particularly in the timeline. I suppose I could have done a "dream sequence," but the moment I thought of that, it felt like bullshit.

Once an author releases something into the world, it becomes the readers'. I am just trying to help you understand my thinking about this story. This is now a bit of a Choose Your Own Adventure:

• If you want to see a sweet exploration of a fuck-buddy relationship between the narrator and Shannon, go to "In the Foam - 4A."

• If you want to see Shannon's kinky desires, keep reading below.

• If you are happy with Shannon getting fucked once, go read something else -- like one of my other stories.

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Bang, Bang, Bang. Rattle, Rattle, Rattle, Bang, Bang

I jumped. I wasn't quite asleep yet, but I was certainly not expecting someone at my door. It was after midnight on Monday night or, I guess, more technically, Tuesday morning. I got out of bed to see who was at the door.

Shannon stood leaning against the frame. He seemed surprised when my door opened. His skin from his hairline to the top of his chest plunging into the deep V in his shirt was flushed violent red. His Asian flush was definitely out in force this evening.

"Whoa."

"Shannon, what can I do for you?"

He wobbled and, aiming for my shoulders, placed his hands on my bare chest. "I can... soo, yes?"

"Come in and sit down." As he started to stagger by me, I slid an arm around his waist to hold him up. I was impressed that he had actually made it into my room in this state. I hoped he hadn't knocked on too many random doors. I maneuvered him to the futon, and he practically fell out of my arms to seated. I grabbed a tee shirt and slipped it on.

"We need to talk." Oh, this was going to be interesting.

"First, you need water."

"Beer?"

"Oh, hell no." I went out into the kitchen and filled three water bottles. Handing him one, I made sure he drank it.

"You are so sweet. You are a good man. I like you, but not like you like you, but like you like a friend like you. But you fucked my ass, no other friends have done that."

"Drink more water." He quickly complied. "So what do we need to talk about so badly?"

"I have a secret. Do you want to know it?"

"Do you want to tell me?"

"Yes, but it is a secret. You shouldn't tell people secrets. But I trust you. And sometimes it is important to tell people secrets. But, shhhhhhh, you can't tell anyone my secret."

"I won't."

"Oh good." He smiled. "So what do you think?"

"About?"

"My secret."

"You haven't told me anything."

"You can't tell people secrets. If you do, they aren't secrets."

"OK?"

"Yeah." He smiled. It was the dopey, innocent smile of pure intoxication. Then his face fell.

"Shannon, are you ok?"

"No, I think I am drunk."

"I think so too, buddy."

"You are such a good guy. I like you, like like a friend, not like like..."

I held a finger up to his lips, "Shhh. Shannon, what's going on?"

"I drank too much."

"I think so too. Why are you drunk on a Monday night in my room?"

"I wanted to talk to you." He nodded like that explained everything.

"I don't follow."

"Well, I wanted to talk to you, but I was a little nervous, so I had a drink, but I was still nervous, so I had a few more drinks. And then I wasn't nervous, so I came here. But now I'm nervous again." He looked down.

"Look at me, buddy." His head snapped back to focus on my face. " What are you nervous about?"

"I have a secret."

"I know, you told me."

"I did? Oh no." He looked scared. A tear slid down his cheek. "Do you hate me now?"

I moved from my desk chair to sit next to him. "I don't hate you. But you never told me what your secret was, just that you had one."

"Oh good," he sighed, "you shouldn't tell people your secrets."

"Why don't you drink a bit more water?" He did as I suggested. "How are you feeling?"

"Drunk. And pee."

"OK, why don't you go take care of that." Shannon stood up and started to unbutton his pants. "In that bathroom!"

Shannon giggled, "Oh."

He started to stagger toward the door, gripping the back of my desk chair. "Why don't I give you a hand?" I wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him out of the room to the bathroom. I helped him pull down his shorts and sit on the toilet. There was no way I was helping this big, drunk guy try to stand and aim at the bowl.

"You are such a nice guy. You are really good at helping people to pee." I just chuckled at him and shook my head. When he finished peeing, I reached down a shook his cock. It was always kind of fun to touch someone else's soft cock. It was fun to feel the disconnect of the hand feeling something normal without the same feeling in my groin.

"You touched my penis," Shannon giggled. We finished in the bathroom, and I steered him back to my room and the futon.

"Ok, buddy, why are you in my room, drunk as a skunk, on a Monday night?"

"I need to talk to you."

"So you've said."

"I have a secret."

"Yes, you've covered that."

He took a deep breath and looked at me, tears starting to well in his eyes. He looked so innocent and vulnerable. I just wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything would be ok. But I worried that if I did, he would turn into a blubbering, snotty mess, and we would not get to the root of this issue. So I just lay a hand on his knee and, looking him straight in his misty brown eye, reassured him, "Tell me. I won't tell anyone one. You're safe here."

"OK." Big sigh. "So." Deep breath. "Well." Sigh. "I like when girls tell me what to do." I maintained my gaze on him, waiting. I was pretty sure that now that he had said something, the dam had broken, and I was about to get flooded.

"...in bed," he continued. I nodded. "Well, I think I do. I mean, it turns me on to think about it, but the girls I have found, you know, it is hard for them to, they are not very good. I mean, I have only asked a few, but they didn't... well, one kinda, but they couldn't. Ellie, you know Ellie, shit, I shouldn't say anything. She wouldn't like it. Ellie was so sweet."

"You can tell me. I promise I won't tell her."

"I don't know, she is so sweet, and I still kinda like her even though she broke up with me. It wouldn't be..."

I decided to try something. Cutting his recitation off, I gently but firmly ordered him, "Tell me."

His eyes snapped up to meet mine. "Ok. When I told Ellie that I wanted her to tell me what to do, you know... sexually, she broke up with me."

"Why?"

"She said something about wanting a real man." A tear escaped the corner of his eye and traced across his cheekbone.

"What about the other girl?" My question snapped him out of his sinking into despair about Ellie. He also seemed to be, if not precisely sobering up, slowly holding his drunkenness in check.

"Do you mean Meg?"

"You tell me."

"I dated Meg a few summers ago at home. She was the one who started all this. She was real cute, with big..."

"I don't care. Focus on yourself."

"Oh, OK." He looked a bit surprised at my redirection. "Well, one night, jokingly, she started to order me around. Take off your pants.' Kneel before me." Like that. It got me hot. We had great sex that night. She spread..."

"Hrrmh." I cleared my throat and looked scoldingly at him.

"Oh right, me." This new tactic seemed to be working. "Well, I really liked her taking control. We talked about it a little, but she thought it was weird to talk about sex. But I managed to convince her to try it a bit more. She was ok at it during foreplay. I don't think she got it, but she saw me getting horny, I mean, my cock would get so hard without anyone touching me. It was obvious that I liked it." He stopped and readjusted his crotch. Just telling me was getting him hard. "But she did it to make me happy -- I think. She was ok, but it always felt a bit like she was going to start giggling after her orders. She never took it too seriously, but the worst part was that she couldn't keep it up. As soon as we started fucking, she couldn't tell me what to do. She just let it happen. I mean, it wasn't like she was a dead fish or anything, but she stopped telling me what to do. I tried to get her to keep going, but she just couldn't. So like, it started hot and then just became normal. Like normal sex is good, I am not complaining, but the change wasn't so good. After we tried like two or three times, I just didn't want it anymore because she could do what I wanted. Then I left and came back to school. I didn't feel comfortable asking any girls to do that again until Ellie. It freaked her out, and then she broke up with me." Dropping his head, he started to cry.

"Stop crying." He looked back up at me, still sniffling but more in control of his emotions. I knew I was walking a fine line here. Shannon was submissive. He hadn't used that word, but from what he had said and what I had observed, it was obviously true. I could use that fact to continue to drive our conversation forward, but I did not want to push him too far. The fact he was drunk didn't help the situation. I was pretty sure that he would comply with most any direction I gave him in this state, and I didn't want to take advantage of him. "OK. Why did you need to tell me this?"

"Umm... well, I... I..."

"Tell me."

"You are safe. I trust you."

"And?" Was this just about getting something off his chest, or was more coming?

"I was wondering..." He looked down and away from me, sheepish in his drunkenness. He was so cute in his stumblings.

"Spit it out."

"Well, I was hoping..."

"Hoping what?"

"Well, hoping you could help me out."

"Help you out with what?" I was going to make him say it.

"Telling me what to do."

"Look at me." He complied, looking up at me. He held a mixture of shame and hope in his dark brown eyes. "I will think about it." His shoulders sunk. "We need to talk about this when you're sober."

"But I thought we could..." Again, he looked away as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"No." I grabbed his chin and turned his face up to mine. "That won't be good for either of us tonight."

"OK." He pouted.

"I don't think you should be walking home now." I looked at my clock. It was close to 2 am. "You can sleep on my futon." He nodded and tipped himself over sideways, nestling in right where he sat. "Drink some water first. You are going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning." He sat up enough to do what I told him.

After finishing about half the bottle, he slumped back down. "I have a class at 9. What does your day look like tomorrow?"

"Nothing in the morning." He mumbled. "Class later..." He was starting to drift off, the alcohol and emotional release catching up with him.

"Ok, sleep well. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Night." He barely got the words out as his breathing evened out. He was only two or so years younger than me but looked so innocent -- curled up on the futon. I grabbed my trash can and put it next to him, just in case. I didn't think he was at a point where he would get sick, but I didn't want to be cleaning vomit from my floor, either. I grabbed a spare blanket and tucked it over him. As I did, I leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. I wasn't sure exactly how this had all shown up in the last month or so of college, but I wasn't going to complain. I slipped back into bed and tried to get some sleep before the next morning. It was hard to calm my mind with everything that Shannon had just dumped on me, especially with him sleeping a few feet away across the room. I made a plan for the morning, and as I was running through it again for the nth time, I finally drifted off.

My alarm blared the next morning to start my day. I quickly shut it off, and instead of my habitual snoozing, I rolled over to look at Shannon. He had shifted in the night. He was sprawled, the blanket half off, with an arm across his face shielding him from the bright May morning. His tee shirt had ridden up, revealing a narrow stretch of tan skin at the bottom of his torso. He truly was gorgeous.

I quietly got myself out of bed and slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. I slipped back into my room and pulled a pair of underwear on under my towel. I am not sure why I felt the need to hide myself after having fucked the guy who was asleep in my room, but it just felt right. Although I tried not to disturb sleeping beauty, I must have made enough noise to penetrate his slumber. He groaned, briefly looked over at me, moaned in pain, and rolled over to try to hide from the morning. I grabbed a few Advil and sat next to him on the futon. I reached out and gently rubbed his chest. "Hey, buddy, I have some pills for you." He cracked one eye. "Take these." I put them in his palm and handed him a water bottle. He grudgingly took it and quickly swallowed the pills. "I've got to go to class. You sleep." He flopped back down. "When I get back, I'll take you to get breakfast, and we can talk." He didn't respond; he may already have fallen back asleep.

I headed out and grabbed a quick bagel in the dining hall. I made it through class; luckily, it was a fairly large lecture that I didn't really need to focus on much. Graduation was soon and this was a class I just needed to pass to graduate. If my quick mental math was correct, I could do nothing else in this class and still graduate.

I returned to my room at about 10:15. Shannon was still asleep on my futon. I sat beside him, gently rubbing his shoulder to wake him up. He cracked up his eyes.

"How bad is the headache?"

"Ugh," he croaked.

"More water." I handed him the half-full water bottle. He finished it. "How bout getting some greasy food?" He nodded. "The Deanery?" He nodded again. "Let's go."

He slowly rolled up to sitting. He groaned, holding his head between his hands. I went over to my pile of clothes and grabbed a clean tee shirt. I handed it to him. He pulled the shirt he was wearing off and dropped it on the floor. He stood and put on my shirt. His face looked like hell, but the shirt looked good on him. It was snug and clung to his chest nicely. As we headed out to my car, I refilled the water bottle and handed it to him. He nodded thanks.

As we left the house, he squinted in pain. The sun was bright, and his hangover did not respond well. I handed him a spare pair of sunglasses. He slouched down into the passenger seat. I pulled up to The Deanery, a greasy spoon diner just off campus that did take away breakfast seven days a week until the late afternoon. "Bacon Biscuit?"

"Sausage?" He framed his order as a question.

"Coffee?"

"Please. Black."

"You got it." I went in and ordered two sausage biscuit sandwiches. I also grabbed two large coffees, one black and one with a splash of cream. The sandwiches were up quickly. I grabbed everything and headed back out to the car. We drove over to a park by the river that flowed through town. Our college, like many in New England, was in an old mill town. The historical society had built a park at the site of the factory, which had burned and never been rebuilt. There were some quiet benches near the parking lot, far enough from anything to be private but public enough that you could see anyone approaching. They were also shaded by a row of old elm trees that had not been hit by Dutch Elm Disease. The shade would help with Shannon's head a bit.

We settled onto the bench and ate our sandwiches in silence. Once I finished, I turned to look at him. He was eating more slowly than I had. I watched him slowly gnawing at the biscuit. I couldn't tell if he was protecting his stomach or dragging his heels.

"Ready to talk?"

"Hm. Do we have to?"

"No, but I am pretty sure you want to."

He turned his head and smiled at me, an admission of the truth of my statement.

"Do you want to do this?"

"I don't." He raised an eyebrow again and smiled. "Although, I also do. I think I mostly remember last night. I told you about Ellie and Meg."

"Yep."

"And," he looked away from me and down at the ground, "I asked you to..."

I waited for a while, but it didn't seem like he was going to continue. "Dominate you?"

His voice was quiet. "Yeah."

"Look at me." He turned back towards me. "You have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed by." He looked a bit surprised. "It is hard for a lot of people to talk about what they want sexually, especially when it isn't quote unquote normal. I think you're brave to come talk to me about it, even if it took quite a bit of liquid courage to get there."

That got a smile out of him. "My head is telling me I overdid it on the liquid courage last night."

"I would tend to agree. So sober, what do you want?

He got meek again, "I mean, yeah, you know. I think being drunk just made honesty easier."

"If we are going to do this, we must establish some things first."

"Like?"

"What you want and your voice in this."

"OK..." There was a definite question still in his voice.

"First thing. I need you to tell me that you want this."

"I think I do."

"Think?"

Shannon dropped his head a bit. "I know." He mumbled.

I put a finger under his chin and tilted his head back towards me. "You need to want this. I know you want to be submissive, but as we figure things out, you need to tell me what you need."

"Like what?

"We need to have an understanding of how this is going to work."

"Ok. How do we do that?"

"Boundaries and a safe word to start."

"What do you mean?"

"Boundaries. What is fair game and what is not."

"Huh?"

"Do you want me to dominate you in the middle of the dining hall? Foreplay in public."

He looked shocked. "No!"

"OK, so public stuff is off limits. How do you feel about bondage? It isn't something I have experience with to do anything major, but being tied up lightly?"

He thought for a second. "I would be ok with that."

"How about humiliation?"

"Do people like that?"

"Some."

"Ugh."

"Not really my cup of tea, but this is about you. If you want it, I can do it."

"I have never thought about that... I don't think that sounds too fun. I want to be told what to do, to give up control, not be made to feel bad."

"Sure. What about pain?"

"What about it?" he replied, obviously confused.

"Some people are turned on by it."

"I've never thought about it." He paused. "Actually, I did like it when Meg would dig her nails into my back. I mean, don't hurt me or anything, but a little pain is okay, I guess."

"OK, that helps. Don't take this the wrong way, but I know you have been thinking a lot. Do you still identify as straight?"

"As crazy as it seems as I sit planning sex with a guy, yeah, I am sure I am. I can't imagine this with any guys -- except you. I am not attracted to you, sorry. But I feel safe with you and trust you."

"I get it. So in that vein, are any sex acts off the table?"

"I have actually been thinking a lot about that, even as I tried to ignore this for the last few days. You fucking me felt good... really good. I think I am ok with anything happening."

"That's a good lead-in. What should the safe word be?"

"Safe word?"

"A word that stops everything immediately. While the plan is for you to do what you're told, that should never involve being uncomfortable for either of us."

"Oh, ok."

"Actually, good point. Are you willing to submit to my orders in bed?" Shannon nodded. "I am asking for consent, and I need to hear you say yes."

"Yes."

"I will ask for consent again at the beginning of our meeting, but once that is given, I will assume it holds unless you say the safe word."

"I understand."

"Do you agree to that?"

"I do." He smiled at the phrasing he happened to use.

"OK, so safe word?"

"I don't know. Stop?"

"That can work, but it is tricky because it can be confusing. What about `red light'? It also means stop, but isn't something you'd say by mistake, not meaning it."

"`Red light' works for me."

"So just to recap, nothing public, no humiliation, light bondage and pain are ok, you want to give up control, and no limits on sex acts. `Red light' will be our safe word."

"Sounds about right. I never thought planning sex could sound like contract negotiations." He jokingly stuck out his hand. I took the bait and shook his hand.

"It takes a lot of trust to give up control. The goal of this is for you to feel good. All of this allows us to be in a place to make that happen."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now let's get you home so you can take a shower and get ready for your day."

"So, should I come to your room tonight?"

"No." He raised an eyebrow. "This will happen when I say it will happen."

"So..."

"So wait until I tell you to be ready. Then be ready." I got up and walked away. He sat stunned for a minute and chased after me like a puppy. I looked around and saw that we were completely alone, even in this public park.

He caught up to me just before my car. He leaned in close and whispered, "Yes, sir."

"Good boy. It looks like it might actually be able to understand your role."

"Thank you."

I reached out and lightly grabbed his balls. "You forgot my title, boy."

"Thank you, sir." He quickly corrected himself. I lightly patted his crotch.

We got in the car, and I drove him as close to his dorm as possible. I pulled over and, after looking around to make sure no one was close enough to see into the car, patted him on the inner thigh. "Be a good boy, no touching yourself until we meet again."

"Of course not, sir."

"Now go."

"Yes, sir." He climbed out of the car. I watched him walk across to his dorm. My tee shirt was short on him and didn't cover his ass at all. Watching the two hemispheres bouncing in his board shorts was a pleasure. I stared until he disappeared, imagining what I would be doing to him soon.

Luckily, I didn't have any more classes until 7:30 pm. So I was able to make some plans and prepare. I drove to TJ Maxx and found a basic pair of white briefs and a bandana. I headed back to my room for a while to script through how I wanted this to go down. I knew the old adage that a battle plan never lasted beyond first contact. However, this wasn't a battle, and I didn't want to go in without a plan for what I hoped would happen. This was a situation that required me to have a clear sense of what was going to happen. I needed to be in control to make Shannon happy. And to feel fully in control, I needed to make a plan. It would also help with my anticipation if I spent time organizing a structure for our next encounter.

I grabbed a blue book, one of those exam testing booklets, and scratched out some ideas. I worked best on paper and, oddly, really loved those flimsy booklets. Most people hated them, but not me. Whenever a teacher left a bundle in a classroom, I would snag one or two for notes. -- I had planned out my whole thesis in them. -- I noodled out a plan on those small pages. It wasn't perfect, and I would have plenty of time to mull it over before I put this plan into action. Although I would provide Shannon with at least two more points to opt into this, I was almost positive he would go through with his request.

I planned to make him wait for a few more days. The anticipation was as much a part of the encounter as the actual physical act. Wednesday, tomorrow, was the last day of classes. Exams didn't start until Monday. The reading period was always a strange time, especially in the spring. Exams were looming, but there was also the excitement of nice weather and the approaching vacation. I would have to aim for some time during the reading period for our adventure. I didn't know when Shannon was heading home -- or where ever he was headed for the summer. In theory, he had to leave shortly after his last exam, but that was generally reasonably loose. But I didn't want to push this into exams and add stress to Shannon's life.

I opened my laptop and typed out a quick set of instructions for Shannon. I was going to risk a bit and print it on a school printer. I had had a printer at one point, but that was one piece of technology I had never really gotten along with. I could have handwritten the instructions, but that felt too personal. This was going to be a piece of theatre as much as sex, and the details mattered. It needed to be typed and printed -- black ink on white paper. I looked over it a few times. It was short, but I wanted to ensure my tone and language were perfect. I could review it after class tonight and again before printing it. I was sure some tweaks would be needed to focus it precisely as I wanted.

I closed my laptop and blue book and packed up. I knew I needed to get some work done. Graduation was coming soon, the ultimate deadline for work. I decided to head to the library. In the late afternoon, I should be able to find a carrol and get some work done with my blue book beside me to jot down any further ideas. I probably wouldn't be doing my best work ever, but it was the only way I was going to get anything done. After a few hours of sort of working, I pulled my computer out and scanned the note quickly. I made a few subtle changes and saved it again. I headed to the dining hall for a quick bite to eat before my night class.

The art studio that night was my second-to-last class in college. All of our work was due at the beginning of class, so we spent the class cleaning the studio and putting everything away for the summer. We did have a meeting during the final exam period to have a critique of our work from the term. We wrapped up our cleaning before nine and spent a few minutes just hanging out and shooting the shit. At the end of my college career, it was hard to find motivation to do much other than spend time with friends. One of my friends in the class suggested that we go get a beer. About half of us, including the professor, headed across campus to the college bar to grab a drink. It was a perfect ending, an evening of nothing but comradery.

The following day, I checked the note one more time. I fussed with it a bit, but the theatrical setup was there. I headed to an out of the way printer in the art building. I opened up my email on the attached terminal and pulled up the document. I printed it and cleared the cache and the trash to get most of the evidence off the computer. I knew that it could still be found if someone looked for it, but no one would stumble across it.

I headed across campus to Shannon's room. I stood, probably creepily, outside his door, listening to see if I could hear anything within. It seemed quiet. I gently pushed the handle of his door down, thankfully it was unlocked. I quietly cracked the door to peek in. I couldn't see Shannon, so I slipped inside. On his desk, I placed the folded pair of underwear and the bandana with the note on top. I read over the note one final time. It read:

Boy -

On Friday at 6:30 pm exactly, your door will be unlocked. You will be clean, inside and out. You will be blindfolded. You will be sitting on your couch in just this pair of underwear.

You will not speak to me before Friday. If you are not exactly as I have outlined, you will never hear from me again.

• Master

It gave him multiple outs, but it also was two and a half days from now - lots of time for him to wallow in anticipation. Unfortunately, it was also a lot of time for me to wait as well.

I only had one final class on Wednesday afternoon. After that, all I had left of college was a paper, a test, a crit, and a discussion. I had difficulty focusing on anything for the rest of Wednesday and Thursday.

For the couple of days of the reading period and exams, there was a dining hall open from early morning until late at night. Friday morning, I slept in and wandered to the dining hall in the late morning for brunch. Shannon was across the room with his back to me. I was alone, so I sat where I could see him clearly. He was talking to several of his friends, and I enjoyed watching his handsome profile as he turned to speak with them. I also enjoyed knowing that I had fucked him and was almost certainly going to fuck him again in about 7 hours. Holding a piece of knowledge that only one other person knows really is delicious.

Shannon soon got up and started toward the slide to return his tray. He scanned across the tables, and his eyes caught mine. He jumped. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed, not that he would be able to tell. He took a few steps towards me. I glanced at him with carefully schooled sternness. I tried to say to him, "Don't fuck this up, boy," with a steely glare and a raised eyebrow. My message must have been clear enough to remind him of my rule of no contact. He blushed and looked down at his tray as he rapidly turned away. He was adorable. I hoped if he noticed my involuntary smile, he would read it as a smirk. This evening was going to be fun.

It was hard to focus on anything for the rest of the afternoon. I took my blue book and read through my script for the evening repeatedly. I edited and fussed over nothing for a while. I spent time ostensibly packing my room for something to do. Ultimately, I just futzed around, moved some piles, and surfed the internet--anything to try to distract me for a bit.

Soon, it was 5:30, one hour before show time. I showered and dressed. I pulled on a nice pair of khakis, dress shoes, and a dress shirt. I went commando for the evening, but I did throw a pair of underwear in a bag with my other supplies for the trip home.

Finally, it was time. I headed across campus to his dorm. I made sure to arrive early enough that I would find someone to let me in. It was about 6:20 when I got in. I hung in the lobby until the two-minute warning. I started to get a knot in the pit of my stomach. I had given him a number of outs. What if he wasn't there? I didn't exactly know where his brain was at. We hadn't talked in a few days-- by my design. Based on his reaction in the dining hall this morning, I was pretty sure he would be behind his door. But there was a chance the door would be locked or he wouldn't be there. I thought it was doubtful, but he had his outs and every right to take them.

I approached his door and watched the second hand of my watch tick the last 10 seconds to 6:30. At the exact moment the second hand struck the 12, I placed my hand on the latch of Shannon's door. It eased down. I opened the door to see the gorgeous man sitting nervously on the edge of his couch. He was clad only in the white briefs with the bandana tied over his eyes.

I took a step inside and closed the door. Once it had latched, I made sure to lock it as well. I placed my bag on the floor and just stood for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene in front of me. Although power play wasn't usually my thing, there was something intoxicating about seeing Shannon's vulnerability willingly offered up to me.

"Hi," he began to say.

"Did I give you permission to speak, boy?" I sharply asked. I had toyed around with what to call him, but nothing other than `boy' seemed to fit the situation.

Smartly, Shannon shook his head rather than verbally replying.

"Good boy," I cooed. His posture shifted slightly. He liked being praised; he wanted to make me happy. It wasn't part of my plan, but I could add a bit of a focus on discipline and acknowledgement of good behavior.

I quietly walked across the room until I was standing over him. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Do you submit?"

He nodded.

"Good boy," I whispered. "But you may speak. Shannon, do you submit to me?"

"Yes," his response was between a gasp and a moan. He was so ready for this. I just hoped I could fulfill his fantasy.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me, boy. I think you are going to make me very happy this evening. And if you are a good boy, you might even get some pleasure out of the evening as well."

He moaned lightly. I hadn't touched him yet beyond my breath on his ear.

I gently pressed one finger to his lips, "Shh, you didn't have my permission to make a sound." I watched his face react. Even though he was blindfolded, I could see his eyes widen in surprise. I smiled as I whispered, "Don't disappoint me. I don't want to have to punish you for being disobedient."

I lightly traced my finger down from his lips, down his neck, down his chest, down until I reached his underwear. The pair I had purchased was a size too small. I had guessed -- and hoped -- that this would be the case. I could see his cock was already hard within the cotton prison. I ever so lightly traced just the tip of my finger along his turgid prick. It throbbed in response. As I arrived at the head, I took my other hand and roughly pinched one of his nipples. He gasped, and I twisted a bit harder. "Quiet, boy," I insisted. I was impressed at how quiet he had stayed during the surprise assault on his sensitive nipple, but I wasn't going to let him know that. He bit his lip to stifle any more noises. So, I pushed him a bit harder. I lighten up my touch of his nipple a brought my mouth to the other, licking and sucking at his teat.

"Fuuucckk," he slowly moaned.

I pulled back completely. He had fallen into my trap. "On your knees." He rapidly complied. I reached out and carefully pulled down the back of his briefs, exposing his white buns. crack I slapped him across one cheek, not hard enough to leave a red mark, but definitely hard enough to sting. In his surprise, he yelped.

"You just earned yourself a third swat. You had better keep quiet, or that cute little ass of yours is going to be cherry red before we get any further."

He nodded silently.

"That first swat was for making a noise just now." crack He inhaled but didn't make a noise. I rubbed my hand gently where I had just slapped his ass. "That was for being a bad boy in the cafeteria this morning and thinking about speaking to me." crack I slapped the first cheek again. "That was for making a sound when I first disciplined you." I waited a moment. crack He was not expecting the fourth blow, but he handled it without so much as a whimper. "And that was for not properly thanking me for disciplining you just now."

"Thank you, sir."

"What are you thanking me for, boy?"

"For correcting my mistakes." crack "SIR!" In desperation, his voice was a bit louder than he meant for it to be.

"Not so loud, boy."

"Yes, master." crack

"Did I stay to could speak, boy?" He shook his head. crack "Ungrateful slut." I knew I was putting him in an impossible situation. He was not allowed to speak, and he had to thank me. Which option did he take, and which did he ignore? I could spank him for either.

"Thank you for correcting me, master."

I reached out to stroke his face, grabbing his chin and turning his head up towards me. "I am glad you are learning. I am proud that my boy is so smart."

I looked down. His cock was tenting the overly tight briefs away from his body. No matter what his brain was saying, his body was saying that my use of discipline turned him on. I reached down and pulled the back of his briefs back up. "I trust I will not need to do that again, boy." He nodded. I already knew that I was going to find fault in something and give his ass a few more swats before the evening was up.

I stepped away from him and grabbed a few things in my bag. I walked back and slid my shoe up the inside of his thigh until his balls rested on my shoe.

"Take it off, boy," I ordered. He reached down and untied the laces. He slipped the shoe off my foot and placed it beside him. I switched feet, and before I said anything, he immediately repeated the procedure. He felt around and placed the second shoe next to the first. "Socks." By using him for balance, we were able to work together for him to remove my socks. In other situations, it would have been funny, but with the erotic tension between us, it was tender. He placed the socks on the shoes. When he came back to upright, I leaned in, "good boy," I whispered into his ear. I gently sucked on his earlobe and lightly raked my thumbs across his nipples.

"Undress me." He silently reached up and ran his hands along my body, trying to identify his next steps. I just stood and watched him. He looked so vulnerable on his knees before me. But his cock was still straining against the cotton. Soon he found the top button on my shirt. He worked down the row. His fingers fumbling along the cloth and disks were oddly erotic. Soon he ran out of buttons, and my shirt fell open. He reached up and slid it off my shoulders. "Fold it." He complied and, feeling along the floor, found my shoes and placed it on top.

His hands found my legs and moved up towards my belt. "Remove my belt." Again, he followed my orders, slipping the leather out of the loops. I removed it from his hands and hung it like a sweat towel around his neck. He continued his gently fumbling groping as he undid the button of my pants and unzipped the fly. My pants dropped, pooling around my ankles. He slid his hands along the outside of my legs. I placed a hand on his shoulder for balance as I stepped out of the pants on the floor.

Without any instructions, Shannon immediately picked up my pants and folded them. He placed them on top of the pile he had built. He straightened up. I gently patted him on the head.

I moved to stand behind him. I slowly slid the belt over his shoulder and used the leather strap to carefully wrap his wrists together. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned his head, following my movements by ear.

"Come to me, boy." Shannon started to shuffle on his knees toward me. When he got close, I reached out and placed a hand on the side of his neck. I gently stroked my thumb along his jawline. "You are beautiful, boy." He blushed a bit at my compliment. I slipped my thumb along his chin to his lip; sliding my finger between his lips, I grabbed his lower jaw and pulled his mouth open. Using this grip on him, I directed his face to my crotch. "Suck," I instructed, moving my hand to gently rest on the back of his head.

The blow job was foreplay of a type. It wasn't about my sexual satisfaction. It was about the assertion of my control. It was a terrible blow job. He was struggling without the use of his hands. He put in a decent effort. It was almost cute to watch him trying. But he was definitely failing at this task. It wasn't often that someone choked on my cock. But he did in that moment, even more than the first time he had sucked me.

I made him try for a bit, not particularly long, but I am sure it felt like a long time for him. He was helpless and under my control. I could feel his drool dripping down onto my balls. In a different situation, the gagging could have been exciting. But he was not really into this type of sex. He was here for the power play and to be controlled. This act was only to demonstrate how much power he had given to me. The sex wasn't the turn on for either of us in this moment. The power was.

After a bit, I grabbed his short hair and pulled his head up. "What do you want next boy?"

"To please you, sir."

"Good answer, boy," I replied, stroking his cheek lightly. "But what do you think we should do next?"

"Whatever would pleasure you, sir."

I reached out and pulled him to his feet. His hands were still belted behind his back, and his eyes were covered. Tied and blind, he stood before me. crack My hand met his cotton covered ass cheek. "I asked you a question, bitch. You will answer, or you will be punished."

"Sorry, sir."

"So?"

"To fuck, sir."

"Be more specific, whore."

"Fuck me."

crack My hand contacted his other cheek, a bit firmer this time. Still not quite hard enough to leave a handprint, but getting closer. With another slap or two, his creamy white cheeks would warm to a rosy pink. His cock throbbed, a spot dark with precum extended from the engorged head.

"Um." He started. I lightly rubbed my hand across the curve of his bum. "Sir, I want your cock in my ass."

I drummed my fingers on the muscle of his ass. "Go on, boy."

He took a deep breath. I could see that changing my term for him resonated with him. He knew he was on the right track.

"Shove your hard cock up my tight little hole, sir. I want to feel you deep inside me."

crack "That wasn't very polite, you little slut."

"Please, sir," he whined. "Please fuck me. Pleeeaaassee."

crack He jumped.

"Please. Please, fuck me, please, sir. I want you sooo badly." There was a level of desperation in his voice.

As I stood, I reached around and loosened the belt, untying him. I spun us so his back was to the bed. I placed a hand on the middle of his chest and pushed him back. He sat on the bed. I continued pushing until he was lying on his back. I slid both hands across his chest and down his sides until I reached the elastic band of his briefs. He raised his hips and slipped the underwear down around his hips. His cock, still rock hard, caught under the band. As the briefs pulled down enough to release his cock, it sprung out and slapped against his belly before coming to a rest arching above his pubic hair. He now lay before me, completely nude but for the bandana wrapped around his eyes.

"I want to watch you stretch yourself, boy." He brought his hand down his body. "Do not touch your cock without my permission, bitch." He carefully swung his hand along his hip, giving his private parts a wide berth. His dry fingertip lightly stroked across his tight pucker. Unconsciously, he spread his legs wider, exposing his hole fully to the room.

"Can I have lube, sir?"

"Is saliva not good enough for you, you little whore?"

"Of course it is, sir." He brought his pointer finger up to his mouth. Sucking on it, he worked to get it wet. He moved it back down and slowly started to tease his hole. I could tell this was not his first time exploring himself in this way, although the fact he was only using spit did seem to make him a bit hesitate. I questioned how far I wanted to push him. He seemed to be doing really well with everything so far, but I could see that I was getting close to some edges of comfort. Did I want to stay safely on this side of them, push against them, or fully try to bust them down? From how this had been going, I didn't think I needed to back down from the edges. He seemed to be ok with the levels of submission I had asked of him. But I also didn't think that this was an appropriate time to try to break him into a fully submissive boy. So, the middle road seemed the best.

"Move faster, boy, or I'll be fucking you raw and unprepared." Almost immediately, Shannon's finger pushed in and breached the tight little ring of his hole. I leaned in and dripped a glob of spit down on the hole where his finger was entering him.

"Thank you, sir." I slid my hands up his legs, pushing his legs up and even further apart. I moved in and started to juicily lick his hole and finger. Shannon moaned. With the extra saliva, he pushed his finger deeper in, sinking in close to the full length over the course of a few moments.

I sat back and looked at the scene before me. "Fuck yourself with your finger, boy." He slowly pulled his finger out and shoved it back into himself. Soon he started to find a rhythm. It was amazing to watch this action from so close. I could observe the ring of muscle slowly clenching and releasing at the intrusion. "Add another finger, boy." His rhythm broke, and he paused for a second. He swallowed. I could see the nerves seize in his body. Edge found. "Put your fingers in your mouth and suck on them, boy. Get them nice and wet for your hole." I could see some of the tension drop from his chest.

As he brought his fingers up to his mouth, I leaned in and started to lick his crack and hole, trying to get as much oral lubricant onto him. He brought his fingers back down to his hole. As I pulled back, he quickly plunged his two fingers into the first knuckle. I watched his hole grasp tight against the assault. He sucked in a breath, and as he breathed out, his hole loosed slightly around his fingers. He continued to push deeper into himself.

I pulled away, leaning over to my bag to pull out a bottle of lube and a condom. As I turned back to Shannon, I heard him moan loudly as his two fingers sunk another knuckle deep in him. I grabbed the pair of underwear from where I had dropped them on the floor and shoved them into his mouth.

"Quiet, boy." He nodded and kept working his fingers in and out of his hole. I patted him lightly on the cheek. "I have such a good boy." With that, he forced his two fingers all the way in. Although he couldn't see it, I smiled. "That was so hot, boy. Thank you." He tried to smile around the cotton underwear sticking out of his mouth. I opened the lube and drizzled some down his crack. As his fingers worked in and out, he lubed up his hole. "Now add a third finger, boy." Without hesitation this time, he added his ring finger to the exploration of his hole. He was getting hornier, and his body didn't tense in the same way to this addition as it had previously. I poured a bit more lube down his crack and stepped back to my bag to grab one final item. I ripped the condom and rolled it down my hard shaft.

"Stand up, boy." Shannon pulled his hand out of his hole and stood up, his cock rock hard and standing near vertical. I reached up and took the blindfold off his face. He blinked at the light.

I stepped back and sat on the couch behind me. "What do you want, boy?" His face was a bit glassy with lust. His eyes locked onto my cock. It was amazing that this straight boy was so horny that he was excited to have sex with me, to get fucked by me.

"Please fuck my ass, sir, please fuck me now."

"No, boy," I replied. He looked crestfallen. His eyes flicked up from cock up to my face and then back down to my cock. "You fuck yourself on my cock." He looked elated. A brief cloud quickly dropped over his face. Although I was not sure, I guessed that he was having a moment of trying to square being straight with his desire and excitement at sitting on a cock. "Now." I commanded. The cloud lifted, his submissiveness overriding any questions in his mind. I had a brief twinge, questioning if I was taking advantage of him, but I quickly pushed that aside, knowing that he had decided to be here.

He took two quick strides and was standing over me. He straddled my hips and dropped his knees to the sofa. He lowered his ass toward my erection, until the head rested in his crack. He took a deep breath. I looked up at his face, waiting for him to keep moving. With a second deep breath, he reached back and guided my cock to his hole. With a third deep breath, he settled his hips back, and the head of my cock pressed into his wrinkling entry, not quite entering him yet, but his asslips were starting to open and kiss the tip of my cock. With a fourth breath, he held his position. With a fifth breath, he continued to hold on the edge. As he prepared for a sixth breath, I gently bucked up, stretching the sphincter a bit more. Still not entering him, but giving that pressure on his backdoor.

With his seventh breath, he released and sat down. The entire head of my cock popped through his ring, and he was impaled on me. He froze at the intrusion. I reached up and pinched both of his nipples, not hard, but more firmly than a caress.

"Keep moving, boy. You can rest at the bottom." His eyes flicked to my face and then dropped, meekly, to where my fingers played with his chest as he complied with my order, Slowly, but continuously, he pushed himself down onto my cock. I wanted to thrust into him or pull his hips down, but, at this point, this wasn't about me or my pleasure. Making him fuck himself down onto me was precisely what I wanted. What I had planned for. What he needed. I was in control, and he was abasing himself, finding the submission he craved.

Soon his ass was resting on my hips, my cock fully inserted within him. I gently stroked his cheek as I praised him. "Good boy. Take a brief rest." He looked up at me and smiled. His cock, which, while never softening, had drooped a bit, sprung back to life, pulsing with each beat of his heart. I dropped my hands to his thighs, lightly resting on his hips. "Play with your nipples for me, boy. Show me how horny you are." Shannon immediately stroked his hands along his sides and brought them to his chest. He started to gently tease and play with his nipples, tugging, twisting, and flicking. It was evident that nipple play had become a part of Shannon's self-pleasure routine since our first encounter.

As he played with his nipples, he subconsciously started to move his hips around, grinding down on my cock and shifting around in pleasure. He closed his eyes and let a quiet moan escape his lips.

"That's it, boy. Pleasure yourself on my cock." His eyes flew open. Shit,' I thought, I broke the moment." I knew that I had to get control back. Did I try to save this? No. On to the next act in my constructed evening.

"Stand, boy." He complied. "On your back on the bed." He walked across the room, his cock still leading the way, although not quite as hard as he had been. He lay down on the bed. I followed and gently took one of his hands. I took the piece of faux silk rope and lightly tied it around his wrist. While I tied a slip knot, he could still pull against it. I raised his hand above his head and looped the middle of the cord around the bed frame. Bringing his other hand up, I matched the knot, binding his arms above his head.

Grabbing him behind the knees, I pushed his legs up to his chest, exposing his crack and hole to me. I carefully positioned myself beneath his upturned hips, my cockhead lightly grazing his entrance. I leaned forward, maintaining the light pressure on his ring, until my lips could muckle onto one of his sensitive nipples.

He moaned and shivered, pulling against his bonds. "Yessss," he hissed, relaxing back into the moment. I slid my hand down his torso until I was able to wrap it around his hard shaft. I started to slowly stroke up and down as I nibbled the sensitive flesh of his nipple. He groaned and began to squirm. As he writhed, his hips shifted, and he subconsciously pushed himself onto my cock. His ring briefly resisted before accepting the head of my cock within him. He sucked in, biting back a yelp at the intrusion.

I looked up at his face, and, lips still caressing his nipple, I whispered, "Good boy. I am proud of you." His eyes closed, and he dropped his head back down on his pillow. He relaxed his hips and slid further down my shaft. "That's it, boy. You are making me feel so good." I continued to murmur across his nipple. He continued to squirm as my lips played over his sensitive chest. I could hear his breath start to become ragged and feel his cock engorging in my hand. I pulled away from his chest and squeezed his cock hard. He gasped as I shifted, burying my cock fully within him.

As I slowly and softly rubbed his cock, I looked down at him. I could see the telltale flushing of the start of an orgasm building across his body. "Don't cum yet, boy." His eyes snapped open, meeting mine.

"But..." he whined.

I released my grip on his cock and slapped it with my fingertips. "Don't make me punish you again, boy."

"Yes, sir."

With my cock fully inserted into his ass, I started to gently play with his cock. He was so hard it looked as if he would burst. I lightly tickled my fingers along his shaft. It was a delicate balancing act, I kept pushing him up to the edge and stopping just before release. As he climbed to the precipice, I would grasp his balls and pull them away from the base of his cock, not gently, but not hard enough to hurt.

"Please, sir."

"Please what, boy."

"Please let me cum, sir. Please. Sir, please," he begged. I could see his desperation building, as I knew it would.

"No." His eyes opened wide in shock. "You are here for my pleasure, boy." Although his face registered shock, his cock throbbed. My words pushed him even closer to the edge. While he wanted to fight it, at this moment, his need for subservience and desire to please was deeply tied to his erotic expression. "You'll cum when I give you permission, boy." I punctuated my words with a quick jab for my hips. His cock throbbed again. I thrust again. "Nothing to say, boy?"

"Sorry, master. I am yours, sir. Do what you will with me, master..." He started to babble, lost for words in a haze of pleasure, confusion, and surrender.

crack I slapped his ass hard. "Enough, boy. Be quiet." He choked off his words and looked deep into my eyes. I smiled. "Good boy."

I carefully pulled my hips back, dragging my cock against his prostate. He jumped at the feeling, almost as if he had forgotten my cock buried in his ass with the sensations in his cock. His cock was still rock hard and pulsing heat. It bounced over his abs with each beat of his heart, and a small bead of precum oozed out with each thrust across his prostate. Soon, there was a small puddle of pearly fluid on his golden skin.

I softly wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to rub my thumb across the deep red, engorged helmet of his cock. He flinched and moaned slightly at the stimulation as I spread a glob of his precum over the dark flesh. He was totally enraptured. Totally mine.

Soon, his breath started to get ragged again, and he tensed. "Not yet, boy," I warned while also simultaneously jabbing his prostate with my cock. It wasn't fair of me, but that is the corruption of power, I suppose. And giving himself to me completely was obviously a major turn on for him.

I teased him for a few more moments, bringing him to the brink once more. After I calmed him down a bit, I decided it was time.

"Cum for me now, boy." He whimpered in relief. I grasped him tighter, and with two firm strokes, almost unnecessary, he exploded. His first cum shot landed on his chin. He thrashed, arms still tied above his head, as the powerful orgasm ripped through his body. His legs clamped, almost painfully, around my waist, and his asshole bit down hard on my cock. He probably would have pushed me out if he weren't simultaneously pulling me in with his thighs.

The shots become less powerful, slowly tracing down his chest until the final spurt of cum was just a blob that fell out of his still-hard cock. I leaned over and sucked a dollop of cum off of one of his nipples. I stretched up further and brought my lips to his mouth. Not quite kissing him, I whispered to him, "That was hot, boy." He couldn't respond. His body and emotions were dashed on the shore after the orgasmic wave had swept through him. "Thank you, but you're not quite done yet, boy." His eyes fluttered open as I said that.

I reached down between us and grabbed his cock, just starting to deflate. I roughly ran a thumb over the head. While all men are sensitive post-orgasm, I was hoping the enjoyment he got from having his nipples played with would translate into hypersensitivity of his cock head. And boy, did it ever. He started writhing and spasming beneath me. His ass clenched and twitched around my cock. It took me less than thirty seconds until I had my own orgasm, filling the condom deep in his bowels.

Soon, I collapsed onto him, breathing hard. While Dom/sub play was not usually a kink for me, watching him get as turned on as he did was hot. This was, bar none, the best sex I had ever had.

"Thank you," I whispered. "That was amazing." Shannon simply nodded. After a few more moments of catching my breath, I got myself moving. If I didn't start, I was going to fall asleep, and that was not the ending I wanted for this production. My plans had been carefully laid and fairly closely followed. The proper ending now was to leave. I slid the condom off and knotted it, throwing it into the trash. I stood and gathered my things. He lay stretched out on the bed, just breathing and coming down from the experience. He started to struggle to rise.

"Wait," the bite of command back in my voice, "until I leave." He immediately slumped back down.

After finishing dressing, I walked over to Shannon's desk. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the name of a girl I knew who would be down to explore Dom/sub sex with Shannon in the future. Based on some conversations, I would guess that she already had some experience with it. She was flirtatious, kinky, and, although I was only going on aesthetics and the words of my straight male and lesbian friends, totally fucking hot.

I walked to the door and turned to look at the man tied to the bed in front of me. It was a sight I wanted to drink in so I would never forget.

"I wrote a name on your desk. Look her up if you are looking for a Dom next year. I think she could make you happy."

I turned and walked out the door. I knew his hands were loose enough that he would have no problem reaching the slip knots to untie himself.

As the door closed, so too did an experience and a moment in my life. I never spoke to Shannon again after that evening. We saw each other twice in the dining hall. The first time he looked like he was thinking about coming over to talk to me, but our eyes met, and we both knew there was nothing to say between us. Anything would have been awkward. The second time, we simply nodded and moved on with our lives.

I have always wondered what might have happened if we had connected sometime before the last month of school. Would I have broken him and built a Dom/sub relationship? Did the bounding of my time at school give Shannon the freedom to explore something he never would have otherwise explored? Would nothing have happened beyond a fleeting kiss in the foam? What does Shannon think of the whole experience? Did he ever reach out to the kinky bi chick? Has he found an outlet for his submissive side? Am I the only man he has slept with? These are the questions I live with to this day. The questions I will never have answers to.