CJ1992: From New York?
DaddyJM: Do you doubt that I could?
CJ1992: No…
DaddyJM: Then what’s your choice?
Callum’s cock was interested in both rules, if he were being honest. The idea of someone else deciding when and how he could come wasn’t something he’d even really thought about before, but the idea appealed to him as much as it scared him.
Jack was right, though. Orgasm control was a tough rule.
CJ1992: The easy rule, Daddy.
DaddyJM: Oh, you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?
CJ1992: :) :) :)
DaddyJM: I’ll get your orgasms too, Callum. In the near future.
CJ1992: Yes, Daddy.
DaddyJM: It’s Friday. When do you leave for work?
CJ1992: In half an hour.
DaddyJM: Are you ready for work or do you need to get ready?
CJ1992: I’m ready.
DaddyJM: Do you want to do something for me, Callum?
CJ1992: Yes, Daddy. God, yes.
DaddyJM: Go into your bathroom and pull your cock out of your pants. Stare at yourself in the mirror while you fuck your fist. Take a really good look at yourself, Callum, and when you’re ready to come - don’t. Then when you get home from work, message me and tell me how it made you feel.
CJ1992: Don’t come? That sounds a lot like controlling my orgasms.
DaddyJM: Come if you like then, Callum. But I think you’ll find this isn’t so much about coming or not as it’s about familiarizing yourself.
CJ1992: With?
DaddyJM: You.
DaddyJM: Off you go, Callum. I hope I’ll hear from you soon.
DaddyJM has logged off.
Callum set down his phone then tugged at the ends of his hair, building up the wherewithal to go do as Jack had told him. He didn’t have to go do it; it wasn’t like Jack would ever know. But he was pretty sure Jack probablywouldknow, somehow, and then Callum would be the one not committing fully, which was exactly what he was scared of someone else doing to him. He didn’t want to be that person. He didn’t want to half-ass this. He wanted to come and Jack had relented and said he could, so Callum dropped his legs onto the floor and stood up.
He padded into his bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. Pulling his dick out of his pants, he looked at his reflection. Callum catalogued the freckles that dotted his cheekbones and the gold specks in the irises of his eyes. He pumped some lotion into his hand and fisted his cock, stroking himself, relishing the feel of his shaft thickening with the attention.
Callum glanced briefly at his dick, the way his swollen crown poked out from the top of his fingers when he pulled the foreskin back. He looked at his face, locking onto his reflection and noticing the way his nostrils flared when his thumb tagged the sensitive underside of his shaft and the way his pupils had gotten so large, the green of his eyes was now nearly obscured.
His balls churned and tightened, his orgasm coming on as strong as if Callum had been staring into the eyes of a lover. With that thought, Jack’s brown eyes flashed into his memory. He’d only seen the pictures, but he imagined Jack was here and real. He thought about it being Jack’s fist around his cock. Callum liked that idea, but his orgasm had already pulled away, turning into some far off goal that his body wasn’t ready for.
He braced himself on the counter and fucked his hand faster, the lotion slicking his tugs and pulls, creating a warm and smooth tunnel for him to fuck. His cheeks were red, the flush coloring up the bridge of his nose and his forehead. His orgasm was back, pushing against his prostate and desperate for release. A bead of sweat formed at his temple and trickled down his cheek.
He was so fucking close.
