Jamie is a bundle of nerves on the second night.
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Simon Says.
Chapter Two.
By teatime next night Jamie was nervous as hell. All day he'd been thinking about what had happened, and the more he thought the more unbelievable it all seemed. Was he really going to have to jerk off again in front of Simon?
It was just too bizarre. And the plan that Simon mentioned was even weirder, like he was going to be part of an experiment.
Jamie only ate half his normal amount of food, and back in the room his stomach was clenched with a nervous ache by the time Simon turned up a quarter of an hour later.
"What's wrong? Butterflies?"
"Very funny Simon. The joke's over isn't it? I know you're not really going to make me do things again. I don't think I can anyhow."
Simon gave him a strange but thoughtful look, then nodded.
"Nerves! Don't worry, you'll soon get over that. Okay, take your clothes off."
So much for the vague hopes he'd been building during the day.
"Simon, it doesn't feel right with you watching."
"Don't be such a wuss. Get on with it. You shook on this last night, remember! T-shirt first."
Feeling like an idiot, or a slave, or a kid following his parent's instruction, Jamie peeled his T-shirt over his head.
"Shoes and socks."
Jamie looked at Simon. Was he going to keep telling him each detail of what to do? Yes, he was enjoying it.
"Jeans."
Jamie had already started on his jeans, to forestall the instruction, but Simon wasn't put off.
"And now Jamie, we have the big revelation. The moment you've been thinking about all day. Show us what you're made of. ...Jocks."
He was being an idiot and in spite of himself Jamie almost smiled as he dropped his jocks.
"I don't believe what I'm seeing. You dropped your clothes on the floor? Fold them neatly on the end of your bed."
Very funny, Jamie wasn't sure if Simon was being sarcastic or not, but he folded them anyway.
"You've been worrying about our contract all day haven't you?"
"Um... Yes."
"Well I would have too, if I was in your place. Tell me. Do you jerk off much?"
Jamie was standing with his hands dangling in front to cover himself. How was he meant to answer that? It felt like he'd be accepting Simon's control if he told him personal things.
"Jamie, this is what you agreed to."
"Um...Not very often."
"Because I'm around I suppose. So, when do you do it if I'm here?"
"In the shower."
"I thought so. Do you like playing with your balls?"
Jamie just nodded.
"Go on then. Play with them."
Jamie went to start but it was much harder than last night. Then he'd been in such a state of shock he'd functioned on automatic.
"Simon. This is embarrassing."
"I know. Just start and you'll be into it before you realize."
Simon watched. Why was he doing this? Jamie cupped his balls and started massaging. He boned straight away.
"Mate, your dick's ready for it tonight, even if you think you're not. All right, I'm just watching again this time. Do whatever you like but don't shoot for at least half an hour, then I've got a treat for you."
Twenty minutes of teasing, caressing, squeezing and playing with his dick meant that despite the embarrassment of Simon watching, Jamie was screaming to shoot and for the last ten minutes he felt like pleading to be able to finish. He didn't though and after another racking orgasm he collapsed then cleaned up under Simon's scrutiny.
"Jeez, hose is right. You really let go don't you?"
The treat, which Jamie thought was something connected with the agreement, turned out to be a night at the movies. On Sunday night he went through the same routine, then again on Monday and Tuesday. On Wednesday night Simon laughed at him.
"What happened to Nervous Nellie from a few nights ago? You can't wait to get going can you?"
"I just thought the sooner we started, the sooner we'd finish."
"Porky pies Jamie. Porky pies."
This was because Jamie was already nude and quite stiff when Simon opened the door.
"Grab your chair and sit next to me so we can talk."
Jamie grabbed his chair and wheeled it next to Simon's.
"Look at these stories Jamie. I've read nearly all of them and they're very similar. They've all got young guys with big dicks, who are mostly naive and all get forced to do all sorts of things which they secretly like. Is that your fantasy?"
Jamie went a bit wobbly. This wasn't what he expected to happen tonight, and he'd got used to Simon not asking awkward questions in the last few days. He'd been hoping Simon wouldn't read the stories too closely.
"Um. Kind of. I guess."
"Kind of? It's obvious."
"Yes."
"Good, we're getting your profile worked out aren't we?"
"My profile?"
"Yes, working out exactly what your secret wishes are. I've figured a list of the main things that happen in most of your stories so we can make your fantasies come to life."
"From the stories? What sort of things?"
"Everything, not all at once of course."
Jamie's mind raced through some of the stories and he was immediately nervous again under Simon's interested scrutiny.
"Don't look so worried. I know you'll like it all. You wouldn't be reading about it all the time otherwise. I've got a treat for you tonight too, but you only get it if you can manage tonight's task."
"Task?"
"Yeah, most of the time from now on I'll give you one. This'll be easy for you I reckon."
"What?"
"You've got half an hour and you have to shoot twice. Can you manage that?"
"Um, I think so."
In fact Jamie was certain, and that turned out to be the case. Simon was quite impressed after Jamie had the second orgasm.
"You've got a busy set of balls haven't you? I didn't think you'd produce that much spunk the second time. Now, get out that Maths 101. I'm going to help you with it."
Jamie cleaned up with his towel and went to put some clothes on.
"No, leave them off. We haven't finished yet."
Sitting next to Simon in the nude and studying was disconcerting at the start, but then he had to concentrate so hard it totally went out of his mind.
"Jamie, you are so dumb. What makes you think you can't do this work? You'll pass it easily if we catch up on some of the background areas you don't know."
Jamie started to huff up at the first statement, but then the rest of it lodged in his brain and he couldn't help smiling when he worked it out.
"Are you saying I'm dumb for thinking I'm dumb, when I'm not? That's confusing."
"Yeah, it is isn't it?"
It was the best moment they'd had together since they moved into the room.
"Is that the treat? Working on my maths?"
"No, you're not allowed to fail any of your subjects from now on so I'm going to help you with them. It won't take too much."
Simon went to his cupboard and returned with a small brown paper bag.
"Here, have a try."
"What is it?"
"You'll see."
It, was a couple of stretchy rubber rings and it took a few moments before Jamie associated them with his stories.
"Are they...?"
"... Cock rings. Yes. And I tell you, it was a very interesting experience getting them from the adult shop. Go on, see which one fits best."
Feeling very embarrassed about it all, Jamie went ahead. He quickly discarded the first one as it was way too tight, but the second one wasn't too bad.
"What's it like?"
"It's okay. A bit tight."
"It's meant to be or your balls pop out. Take it off and stretch it a few times. The guy in the shop said to do that before you put it on."
Jamie did that and it was definitely more comfortable.
"Is it better?"
"Yes, it feels funny though."
"What? Sexy?"
"I think so."
"Good, leave it on all night so you get used to it."
"All night? Even when I'm in bed?"
"No, all night till you go to bed. Now, start your laptop and we'll give you your treat."
Jamie did that, wondering if Simon wanted him to go to the hidden directory, well, it wasn't hidden from Simon any more.
"Okay, click on Explorer. That's it. Now, type in www.naughtydog.com."
The cable network the whole Uni ran on, worked very quickly and the entry page popped straight onto the screen.
"Click on members."
"Members? Don't you mean free tour?"
"No, you're a member for a month and your password is curiositykc. Go into the twinks section. It seems to have the guys your age with big dicks."
Within minutes Jamie was looking at high res pictures of the sexiest guys you could imagine and his dick loved it. It sprang to life and stiffened, then stiffened more, the pressure from the cock ring having a strong effect.
"What's it like? Does the cock ring hurt with your stiffie?"
"No, it's tighter but the rubber must have stretched."
"Good, and don't shoot until I get back to you."
With that, Simon went to his own computer and did whatever it was that he was always doing for hours and hours. Half an hour later Jamie had to call over to Simon.
"I can't keep going Simon."
"Why not?"
"This cock ring keeps me stiff, and watching all these guys is too much. Every time I find a new one I get the quivers."
"Good, keep going but don't shoot."
Jamie stared.
"What if I can't stop myself?"
"You have to. This is what you want Jamie. It's one of the themes from your stories isn't it? Control. You have to learn to control yourself."
Oh no! This was going to send him crazy. Simon was right. The control thing was in nearly every story in some way or other. Would he have to try them all? Twenty minutes later Simon came and sat on the bed to watch. Jamie was making so many of the moans that he couldn't help when he was so stimulated, that they couldn't be ignored.
"All right, I get the message. Take the cock ring off and go for it. You'd better stand on the mat though or you'll spunk your keyboard."
Thankfully Jamie moved, carefully and quickly he stretched the ring out and over his balls, which immediately tried to retreat inside. His hand rushed to work and after a short moment almost every part of his body froze as the first squirt shot high in the air in front of him.
His legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees while his groin continued its powerful contractions.
"Hell. That was something else. Are you all right?"
Jamie didn't even try to answer, just stayed where he'd fallen on his back, his eyes closed and his body feeling like he never wanted to move. When he did open his eyes, Simon was still watching. Jamie gave a delayed nod and sat up.
"That was forty minutes Jamie. Its fifty tomorrow, and an hour on Friday.
Simon wasn't there after tea the next night and didn't turn up till after nine o'clock, and then Jamie had no way of lasting his fifty minute target. He was given a penalty where he wasn't to wear any clothes while in the room for the next week. It wasn't much of a penalty as by now he was quite used to it. Simon wasn't there again on Friday evening and Jamie wondered what was going on. It was quite out of pattern for him not to be studying on week nights. Once again he couldn't last his target time and Simon told him he was weak.
"Simon, I think it's impossible. That cock ring keeps you feeling like you're going to burst."
"It's not impossible. You just have to try harder. We won't stop until you can make it."
He didn't seem to be worried about it though.
"I've got another treat for you tomorrow night."
Since tomorrow was Saturday Jamie thought it might be the movies again.
"No, it's connected with our agreement."
Jamie really wondered what it could be. He was still getting used to the cock ring.
"How are you feeling about the agreement? Do you trust me yet?"
Jamie was quite surprised.
"I did from the start Simon, and even more now."
"Yes, the agreement's worked well? You haven't yelled at me for being untidy all week."
That was true and Jamie couldn't help smiling.
"I nearly did when you left those take-away wrappings on the bench."
"For fifteen minutes? Get real! Now, tell the truth. You like what I'm making you do don't you? You were shocked at the start I know."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Suppose so? That's a joke. Every night when I walk in your stiffie's ready and dying to get going. Anyhow, what's your penalty tonight?"
"Another penalty? I'm already a nudist when I'm in here."
"As if that worries you. Well this one's along the same line. You can forget about wearing those baggy boxers when you're in bed."
"What do I wear instead, jocks or PJ's?"
"Nothing ding-a-ling, and no top either."
Right! It now sounded like he was going to spend half his life naked.
"How long for? A week?"
"No, you missed out on a penalty last night so we'll make it till the agreement ends."
Jamie had a quick shower before climbing between his sheets. Well, this wasn't too bad a penalty either.
For whatever reason, Jamie thought about his next evening session all day. It would most likely be the control thing again, but maybe the treat, whatever it was, would mean something else, and by tea time his curiosity had built so much that he couldn't wait.
His dick was impatient too and sprang up on the way back from the dining room. It stayed up too, despite being left alone, till Simon walked in ten minutes later.
"Can't you wait Jamie?"
"I can. But not him. He's got a mind of his own."
"Well, that's what you have to do, control him. Fifty minutes tonight, and I mean it. You don't get your treat if you don't make it."
"What is it?"
"It's good. I reckon you'll love it but you won't find out till you earn it."
The cock ring went on, the Internet started, and so did Jamie. The first thirty minutes was intense, and the rest of the time was a series of close calls. For the last five minutes he wasn't game to even touch himself and had to fight the incredible urge to do just that.
"You made it! Now give us a real geyser!"
And a geyser it was. He'd never had orgasms like these before, but then he'd never had such prolonged stimulation either.
"God, what a mess! You did it though. I knew you could. From now on we'll try for an hour."
When Jamie felt like standing up again Simon sent him for a shower. He really needed it with the mixture of perspiration and spunk all over him. When he finished drying off he replaced the towel neatly on its rack and padded out of the bathroom. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Are you serious Simon? Are you going to take porn pictures of me?"
"Stacks and stacks of them. You have to think up the poses though. Come and learn how to work this first."
They sat at Jamie's study desk and worked out the controls and basic functions between them. A digital camera was something well and truly on Jamie's wish list for when he finished Uni. Maybe Simon would let him use it some times? It was certainly a high-quality one with built-in flash and a large memory card. They quickly discovered that it was amazingly easy to use.
"There's nothing to learn if you don't want to Jamie. Just put it on automatic and it does the rest. Here take one of me now."
They worked out the double pressure business with the shutter button and all he had to do was point and click.
"It doesn't look as clear as I expected. I know. It might be on low quality."
It was, and after a few minutes of figuring they had it changed to the highest quality possible.
"Take the same picture again."
Jamie did and there was a great difference, which evidently would be even better when the picture was viewed on a monitor.
"Take about twenty of me, and then I'll take the rest."
Half an hour later the camera was full and Jamie was astonished to be told that there were a hundred pictures of him.
The next stage was to get them into Simon's computer. That didn't take long and soon they were flicking through the images. Jamie couldn't get over how clear they were and how weird it was seeing himself nude. His dick looked bigger than he thought.
"We'll take a stack of you tomorrow with your stiffie. I can see I'll have to practice quite a lot. Do you want to keep looking at them? I have to go out for an hour but we'll take more when I get back. I know, look up some sexy poses on the net while I'm gone and we'll practice with those."
"All nude ones I suppose?"
"Yes."
Jamie decided that the easiest way to do this was to save examples of the poses into a new folder so that Simon could see quickly and easily what they were like.
Simon turned up a bit later than he said, and it was after eleven when they finished up. Jamie's poses were too tame evidently, and the next time they had to be more interesting.
"I think it would be best if you keep the camera in your locker Jamie. No one can walk in and pinch it then."
"My locker? Why not yours?"
"Well, it's not my camera is it? I told you it was a treat."
"That's the treat? Are you insane? You're giving me a camera just like that."
"Why not? I'm really impressed with the way you're keeping your side of our agreement and I know you're going to keep trying, so I reckon you've earned it. Now, shoosh up. I want to get to bed."
Jamie shooshed. He was overwhelmed.
He knew Simon had stacks of money, and it probably wasn't such a big thing for him, but it sure was for Jamie.
Wow. He'd do all his training in the morning and spend the afternoon trying it out.
The next night Simon took more pics of him. This time mostly with a stiffie. Then he had his control time and the camera kept clicking away. The ones when he was on the mat shooting were the rudest, and looking at himself on the computer with spunk flying and the weirdest look on his face was quite embarrassing. Simon said he'd soon get used to that too.
Monday night was control and photos. Tuesday night was the same.
Wednesday night was a disaster, at the start anyway, when Jamie received a terrible shock.
At a quarter past six he was nude and rude, waiting eagerly for Simon, and very determined to try and make his target time.
The movement of the door caught the edge of his eye and he turned towards it.
Good, they could get going. He'd had a rest after his big afternoon run and now he was full of energy and his dick wanted to get working.
Oh hell. ...What?.. It wasn't Simon.
In his frenzy to cover himself there was barely time to register that he'd seen this person somewhere before. His first impulse was to grab his towel but his trackie-dacks were closer. As he dived into them he turned brilliant red. What was going on? Now Simon was behind the guy and closing the door. God, he'd had a total stiffie when the guy looked at him.
The end of Chapter 2.
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