“Hey,” Jimmy greeted. “You’re home!”
“Mmm, yes,” Cold replied, unbuttoning his jacket and approaching the bed to kiss Jimmy’s brow. “How was your day?”
“Good! Everything’s ready for school!” Jimmy put his laptop over on the bedside, and a ripple of lust coiled up in his loins. Although he had been busy working on forms for college, his internet browsing had not remained entirely innocent. “I thought maybe... uh...”
“What?”
“Since you’re home and we have some time before dinner,” Jimmy began eagerly, “that maybe we’d have a new lesson?”
“Hmmm...” Cold looked thoughtful. “Perhaps.”
“Pretty please?” Jimmy asked with a sweet pout.
Something seemed to click in Cold’s mind, and he smiled slyly. “I bet you would sound so pretty begging me... wouldn’t you?”
“Is that a question or a statement?” Jimmy asked, a little confused.
“Strip, Mr. Poe,” Cold ordered, “and we’ll soon see.”
Jimmy was getting very good at removing his clothes in a timely manner, and he could undress himself now in mere seconds.
“On the bed. Face down.” Cold waited for Jimmy to comply before sitting down on the edge of the mattress next to him. He began to trace a finger right along Jimmy’s inner thigh, dipping up toward his ass.
Jimmy’s breath hitched, his cock hard and already aching to be touched. Cold was so very close to where he wanted him, but then he was pulling away all too soon. “Sir?”
“Patience,” Cold replied firmly. He started again, his hand moving up between Jimmy’s legs and stroking his taint, sliding between his cheeks in a teasing wave. He was taking his time, mapping out the lines of Jimmy’s legs and hips, and he was absolutely refusing to do much else.
Heart pounding, Jimmy tried to get comfortable. It was impossible with his damn dick throbbing against his stomach, and he gasped as Cold reached beneath him to pull it back between his legs.
Cold’s long fingers stroked the silky head, dancing down his shaft to squeeze his balls firmly. He gave them a little tug, seeming to enjoy the weight of them in his hand. He went back to petting Jimmy’s cock, but offered nothing in the way of friction that could provide any relief.
“Will you please touch me, sir?” Jimmy asked.
“No. Not yet. Not until I believe you are truly begging for me. Only then.”
Jimmy dropped his head down in defeat, frustrated. He didn’t understand what Cold was trying to teach him. All this was doing was driving him completely insane. Cold was teasing and petting him with only the barest hint of pressure, and he was dying for more.
Remaining calm as always, Cold seemed completely unaffected by the many sounds of frustration coming from Jimmy. He was smiling, soft and subtle, reaching up to give Jimmy’s balls another rough tug. He went on without any end in sight, teasing his cock and his ass, cupping his cheeks and his thighs, and nothing more than that.
“Please, sir,” Jimmy pleaded urgently as he curled his hands into tight fists. “Please touch me!”
“Not yet,” Cold warned, feathering his fingers lightly over Jimmy’s spine and up into his hair. “It hasn’t been long enough for you to really beg me, has it? I don’t think you’re truly desperate enough yet.”
“God,” Jimmy groaned, grinding his pounding cock against the mattress. His lean body was dotted with sweat now, and his muscles trembled with a deep yearning for relief. “Please... I need... fuck...”
Had it been hours already? Or was it only a few minutes? Jimmy couldn’t tell how long it had been. Cold had been playing with every inch of him, but still refused to give him more than the tips of his fingers anywhere on his body.
“Tell me what you need,” Cold pushed, his touch halting immediately. “Use your words. Remember that I’m only going to give you what you want if I think you truly deserve it, if you’ve begged me properly.”
“Fuck... sir,” Jimmy pouted, writhing against the sheets. “I need you to touch me. I need you so bad that it hurts. Fucking please!”
“Touch you where?” Cold asked casually, as if he was inquiring about the weather.
Jimmy whined, rolling his hips down and trying to string together enough words for an intelligible response. “Touch me,” he began shakily. “My ass, my cock, I want... I want to come, sir.”
“Mmm, I do very much enjoy your ass,” Cold said with a faint chuckle, his fingers trailing over Jimmy’s perky cheeks. “What would you like me to do?”
“Eat it,” Jimmy replied bluntly. “Fuck me with your tongue, your fingers, God, anything. A toy, your cock, fucking something! Please, sir!”
