He did. He had. He didn’t even need to promise, because I already knew he would. Was I still coming? It felt like I was still coming, like I’d handed him over the rights to my cum and each word he spoke pulled more and more of it out of me, emptying me out until I was nothing but… buthis.
I was on his lap again, though, back in the chromium cage of his arms but also still in that floaty place he was so good at sending me to, and even though my entire body was still buzzing and trembling and it felt like… like I’dneverstop coming, I was pretty sure I was done. That Ihaddone it. That I’d given him all of it, just like he’d told me to, and I was empty now, all my anxiety and panic gone completely and replaced with bliss.
“It’s real,” I whispered, which wasn’t so much a question as a miracle, but which Gage answered anyway.
“You mean all this new shit between us?” he said, tipping my chin up. “That collar around your neck? Hell yeah, it’s real, dimples. This isusnow.” His lips quirked up. “Oops.” He yanked up the sheets and wiped off my chin. Cum? And then wiped the rest of it off his hands, and then off me, too, before pulling me against him again and hooking a finger through my collar. “And no more freaking out about this, okay? It’s settled now.”
“Okay,” I said, because he was in charge, and that all sounded perfect to me.
“And I’m gonna figure out the shit with your parentals, too,” Gage murmured against my hair, his lips moving against it in what almost felt like a kiss. “Because I’m not gonna let anything takeusaway, Noe. Not ever.” His arms tightened around me as I nodded. “So just don’t… don’t ever fucking question this or doubt it again. And don’t fucking shut me out, the way you did this morning. There’s still gonna be reckoning for that, baby. Consequences.”
I nodded again… maybe.
Or maybe I didn’t.
I was boneless and limp and couldn’t tell if I’d managed to move at all, but yes, I agreed, all of it, he was right. I wouldn’t question it or doubt it or shut him out again the way I had when I couldn’t bear to answer his texts earlier. And I’d happily accept whatever consequences screwing up like that earlier brought me, just like I’d accept anything,everything, he decided I needed, because he was right. I belonged to him.
“Noah,” Gage prompted, sounding a little bit growly, like maybe he wanted me to agree out loud.
“Yes, Master,” I said, which was hopefully good enough and, since we both agreed that hewasin charge, wasalways going to be the right answer to give him… especially when I didn’t want to think too hard as I basked in the world’s most perfect afterglow.
I grinned, ducking my head and melting against his chest with a happy sigh. Everything had felt impossible and horrible and devastating just a few short hours ago, but somehow, finally knowing for sure where things stood with us made it all suddenly… suddenly feeleasy.
I may have chafed under my parents’ control, but I was absolutely, one hundred thousand billion percent happy to be under Gage’s. And where my parents would have called that a failure at adulting, my master called it perfect.
He called it “right.”
He called itus.
Which really was perfect, becauseuswas the only thing I’d ever wanted anyway.
9
Gage
I was normallya machine when it came to my schoolwork. Not saying I loved it, but it was a means to an end, and that end was me being fuckingsetso I didn’t ever have to rely on my parentals again after I graduated. It was a goal that generally kept me pretty focused when I needed to be, but today, even though Noah was still in class and this was my scheduled study time in our empty dorm room, I was a little distracted.
Now, what I probablyshouldhave been distracted by was this bullshit with Noah’s parentals—which was next on my to-do list after I checked off the day’s studying and shit—but what I was actually distracted by was my cock. Or more specifically, how fucking life-changing it had been to bury it in Noah’s throat on Saturday, and how epic I figured it was gonna feel once I did the same with his ass.
I drummed my fingers on the edge of my desk for a minute, then shoved my textbook out of the way and manspread to give my anaconda a little more room to grow. Fine. I wasn’t focused like I should be anyway, so I clicked open a new tab on my laptop, surrendering to the tangent my brain kept insisting on taking me down. I’d get back to the schoolwork—and I’d for damn sure make good on the promise I’d made Noah about coming up with a plan to handle his grades and shit, too—but first things first: I had a gay-as-fuck agenda that involved figuring out exactly how dudes fucked other dudes, and a hot date with Pornhub to start making some study notes on the subject.
I got the basics—sticking my cock in a hole, any hole, wasn’t exactly rocket science—but the thing was, how the fuck was that supposed to be good for Noah? I mean, other than the obvious, of course, what with him getting off on servicing his master and all. But nah, there had to be more to it than that. No way would a billion gay guys, or however many of them were out there, actually take it up the ass if they weren’t getting something out of it, too. I may not have had any experience with dicks-other-than-my-own before now, but I did know how the male mind worked, and there was no fucking way gay sex would be a thing if both guys couldn’t get off on it.
I adjusted my cock and typeddude taking it up the assinto the search bar. As expected, my screen instantly populated with a bunch of hot-looking porn thumbnails. And yeah, I said it. “Hot.” I mean sure, I’d never been gay before, but sex was always hot, yeah? Besides, now, when I looked at that shit—guy-on-guy shit, I mean—my brain inserted Noah into the scenario and bam! Just like fucking magic, I was instantly hard.
I was about to click on the top search result when another one caught my eye instead:How to Train Your Bottom’s Hole in Ten Easy Steps.
“Huh,” I said, taking my hand off my dick and leaning forward with some definite interest. It wasn’t even porn, just an article, but it sounded one hundred percent relevant to my interests, so I clicked.
Some previous Google-fu had already informed me that “bottom” meant Noah, and I was gonna go ahead and assume that the only thing anyone would be training a hole for would be to take a cock, so…
I scanned the first couple of paragraphs, giving myself a couple maintenance strokes as I went since there were also instructional pics along with the text, and… yep. This shit wasexactlywhat I needed to know.
I had zero doubts that Noah would want to be fucked. What Ididdoubt was whether or not the monster between my legs could actually fit into something as small and tight as an asshole without causing some serious damage. Luckily for me, though, the internet existed. I mean, there had to be other gay dudes with monster cocks out there who found a way to fuck little guys like Noah, and I was a fuckingbossat research.
I started skimming the article and grinned. Just like I’d figured, everything I needed to know was right at my fingertips. Thank fuck I hadn’t been born in the dark ages. Seriously, how had anyone figured anything out back in the nineties or whatever?
The one article led me to another, and then another, and...
