Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2016 00:17:13 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Yes Master, More! Part 1

Yes Master, More!

(This is the continuation of Yes Master! Read it to know what
happened last semester!
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/yes-master/)

English 2 was going to start in fifteen minutes. Being in a
classroom brought back all the memories of the crazy sex we
had on campus. As I sat there and waited, I wondered if Dan
was in the same class. Just when I was thinking about it, he
appeared. He looked surprised to see me, but it quickly turned
into a smile. He sat behind me again, at an angle, just like
before. He licked his lips and adjusted his bulge. Then he
abruptly stood up and headed to the restroom. And like a
puppy, I followed. I am his slave now.

When we were in the stall, he was hungry for my cock. He
sucked like there was no tomorrow and I came in minutes. He
smiled sheepishly and wiped the cum off his face. He winked
then left the stall quickly. Something was different this
semester. He and I both knew he was in charge now. He held all
the power and I only obeyed.

He certainly drove home the point when the class ended.
Usually we would go for round two, but he ignored me entirely
during lunch time. I was sitting there in the cafeteria with a
hard cock throbbing, but without a cocksucker. He looked at me
squirming in my seat with a sly smile. He was doing it
intentionally. He wanted to show me who was boss. It was a
dangerous game because sitting there wild with lust, I didn't
know what I'd do to him. I was much bigger and stronger than
him, and yet I felt like his slave. At some point I was going
to burst.

I ignored him and tried to have my lunch without thinking
about sex. That proved to be hard, after the crazy sex last
semester. Yet, I managed. I was not going to be controlled by
him. I sat through the rest of the classes with a boner. It
was hard to concentrate with a throbbing meat between your
legs. Finally the classes were all over and I planned to leave
as quickly as possible, not to be taunted by Dan again.

Dan went his own way, towards his apartment. Before he
disappeared out of my sight, he gave me a wink and a crooked
smile. What was he up to? I was torn. I wanted to get out of
there and be free from this creep forever. My cock, however,
was leading me in another direction. Unconsciously I began
walking in his direction, following his footsteps. I cursed
myself, but I couldn't help it.

He looked so happy that I followed. When the door closed
behind me, he whispered excitedly. "I'll let you fuck me, but
you got to do it my way."

"You are not going to tie me up again, are you?" I asked
wearily. He didn't answer. He just gave me that evil grin
again.

And so I was tied to the four corners of the bed naked, again.
I didn't know why I agreed to this. I was too horny to think.
My wrists and ankles were cuffed and chained to the bed posts.
He checked each chain and made sure it was tight. He smiled;
he was finally satisfied.

"I have you exactly where I want you, again. I'm so happy,
Ben."

"I can't say the same."

"Don't worry, you'd have fun too, I promise."

He took out a bottle of baby oil and started massaging me all
around. He was good, really good. By the time he finished
rubbing my entire body I was relaxed and buzzed, but still
very horny. I knew he liked to take his time and I'd
eventually get to fuck him, so I let him do his thing. He took
a step back and admired my shiny body. He looked like he was
lost in a trance.

"Beautiful..." He murmured. With the same baby oil he rubbed my
hard cock up and down a few times. I was so close to cumming.
When he saw my expression he immediately stopped. He was a
master at edging. He could tell exactly when I was about to
cum.

"You can't cum yet. I just got started." We both watched my
cock throb a few times and lost some hardness. He gave me a
few strokes and it became rock hard again. I remembered the
aching hardness very well. He edged me for hours and hours,
all night long last semester. I'd never forget that.

He rubbed more baby oil on my cock and straddled me. Suddenly
he sat on my cock and sank all the way down, to the pubes. I
yelled and inhaled sharply. My cock throbbed like mad and I
was so close to cumming. He only needed to give me one more
stroke and I'd cum. But he sat there, balls deep, and just
looked at me writhe under him. He waited until my cock stopped
throbbing before rising ever so slowly then sat back down
again. I wanted to cum so badly but couldn't. I opened my
mouth but nothing came out. And then just as abruptly, he got
off of my cock and went to inspect the chains and cuffs.

I was used to this kind of treatment so I wasn't surprised.
But what he did next was uncomfortable, to say the least. He
went to the four bed posts and tightened the chains by one
notch. It was already tight to begin with and now it's
painful. My limbs were stretched to the max. It was like a
medieval torture chamber. He must have seen the fear in my
eyes, for he smiled and went back to straddling me. My cock
has gone soft a bit due to the pain. He gave me a couple of
strokes then went back down to the hilt. I almost screamed.

It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. His ass on my cock was
definitely pleasurable, but when his body weight rested on me
my limbs were stretched even further and I cried out in pain.
I started regretting coming here, letting my cock make
decisions for me. This guy was crazy. I wanted to get out of
there, but I couldn't.

"It's too tight!" I protested, but fell on deaf ears. This
time he didn't hold back. He rode me hard and fast and after
the third stroke I started cumming. He didn't stop; riding me
all through my climax. Each time he went down the chains
pulled at my wrists and ankles, making me yelp in pain. My
cock was too sensitive after cumming, but I knew it was
useless to protest. I was suddenly exhausted and aching all
over. When he saw that I couldn't take it anymore, he lifted
himself off my body, but left me still chained. At that
moment, I swore I wanted to kill him.

He lazily pulled up a chair and sat next to me. He admired my
nakedness and casually rolled up a joint. He took a deep
breath and blew it at my face. I turned my head and he
laughed. Very slowly, he got up and untied me. I was furious.
My wrists and ankles were bruised. I was so mad I wasn't
thinking. I backhanded his face, making his joint fly in the
air. I grabbed his neck and shoved him onto the bed. He was
not going to use me like his whore and smoke weed afterwards.
I'd show him who's boss.

I pressed him down onto the bed. His ass was sticking up in
the air. I didn't know how, but I was hard enough to penetrate
him again. I roughly shoved my cock all the way in and started
fucking him really hard. It was angry sex. I hated what he did
and I was making him pay for it. Bam, bam, bam, I slammed my
cock in him. It was the hardest fuck in my life. I didn't last
but a few minutes before I came again. I grinded my cock in
him as I came, all the while holding his neck down. I wasn't
even thinking I might suffocate him. When I let go of his
neck, I was shocked to find bruises. I could clearly see my
finger marks on him. I suddenly freaked. What have I done?

Slowly he turned his head towards me and said, "That was the
best fuck ever!"

What a freak, I thought to myself. I was relieved to know that
he liked it. I felt a wave of guilt over me and I quickly
pulled out and got dressed. I didn't say one more word and
flew out of there. I drove home fast and just went to bed
without having dinner. It was a nightmare I wanted to forget,
but the bruises on my wrists and ankles reminded me it's not a
dream.

The next day I saw him in class again. I avoided him like a
plague but he's in the same class as I was. We didn't say one
word and when class was over, I stood up to leave, but he
grabbed my arm. I didn't want to make a scene so I sat back
down, waiting for others to leave.

When the room was empty I turned to him and asked, "What do
you want?"

"Please! I'm sorry!" He pleaded.

"Look at this!" I lifted my hands to show him the bruises.
They were black and blue and looked horrifying.

"Well, look at this!" He pulled down his turtleneck and showed
me his neck. It was just as black and blue and equally
horrifying.

"Shit!" I mumbled.

"I know I went too far, ok? I promise I won't do that again."

"You are crazy, you know that?"

"I know. Just a little. You were an animal too. You almost
killed me!"

"Yeah, well, I was so pissed I lost it."

"Can we start all over again?"

"I don't know man, that was just over the top..."

"Please, you are my bro, aren't you?"

I shook my head and stood up to leave. "I don't know who I am
anymore."

As I walked out of that classroom, I never felt so conflicted
before. Should I go back?