Page 31 of Ours
“I think that’s the closest you’ve come to begging since last weekend though, so congrats on that,” Nic said without looking up from his phone as he texted, probably with Amy.
“Yeah, you have been pretty good this week, boy,” Derek agreed with Nic’s assessment. “The two of us are hanging out after school today, so let’s make sure you keep that up. Not that I wouldn’t be happy to assist if you need a little more correcting later.” He was just teasing.Right?
“No, sir.” Cory shook his head. “All good here.”
Derek turned to look at Nic who was still giving most of his attention to his phone. Things had been going well with him and Tricia, but Nic and Amy were almost inseparable. Derek and Cory were still hanging out with him, but there were more andmore nights lately where he was ducking out early or showing up late because he was squeezing in some time with Amy. Nic had plans with her tonight, but they had some things to talk about beforehand.
“You still hooking up with Amy tonight?” Derek deadpanned.
“Hell yeah, dude,” Nic once again answered without looking up. “Gonna be fuckin’ awesome. Taking her out for some Italian food and then back home for some fun.”
Derek shook his head and looked at his watch. Lunch was almost over.
“We’ll just head out after fifth period since Don Juan here has plans,” he told Cory.
“Yes, sir, sounds good.” Cory nodded, then grabbed his bag as the bell rang. “Have a good night, sir.” Cory directed his final comment to Nic as he left. He meant it. Hewantedto mean it at least.
Derek gathered his own things and stood up, waiting a moment to see if Nic would follow. He didn’t even seem to have noticed the bell, furiously texting—or more likely sexting—something to Amy. He weighed doing the right thing for a moment, but then decided it would be funnier to let him be late for class and left without saying a word.
“Strip!” Cory had barely closed the door behind him when he heard Derek give the order. He stared blankly for a moment before registering what he needed to do, dropping his backpack to begin disrobing. He had just put his shirt in his bag and was removing his jeans when Derek pulled a jockstrap from his own bag and tossed it to him.
“Wore that for a few days.” Derek had removed his own shirt and belt, but stopped short of getting naked. “Feel free to give it a whiff before you put it on.”
Cory examined the jockstrap for a moment before giving it a sniff.Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff.He finished taking off his clothes and slipped the jockstrap on.
“Go put my bag in my room, toss my shirt in the hamper, and then meet me back out here,” Derek said as he moved to sit on the couch.
“Yes, sir.” Cory picked up Derek’s things and took them to his bedroom, putting them where he knew they belonged. When he re-entered the living room, Derek was naked on the couch, legs spread wide.
“Good boy.” Derek pointed to the spot in front of him. “Now get over here and get to work on my cock.” Cory silently moved into position as Derek continued speaking. “From now on, whenever you are home alone with me or Nic, you strip down to your underwear or a jock. Think of it like your uniform. I like your ass being easy to access, and it’ll help remind you of who wears the pants around here.”
Derek guided Cory’s head toward his dick as he finished his explanation, which Cory accepted into his mouth without protest—complaining about the bad pants joke wouldn’t get his cage off any sooner. Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy doing this. He just wanted this attentionelsewhere. Maybe if he did a good enough job, Derek would fuck him later.
Eyes closed, Cory moved his mouth down Derek’s length, taking it about three-quarters of the way before moving back up. This was practically an old habit to him by now. He knew this dick like the back of his own hand. Probably better, seeing as he couldn’t really think of what the back of his hand actually looked like right now. But Derek’s cock was a different story. He had mapped this thing out with his tongue so frequently he could probably describe it to a police sketch artist if he needed to.
As Cory bobbed his head up and down, he ran his tongue along the shaft’s underside. He could feel Derek’s heart pulsingthrough the cock in his mouth. He tightened his lips as he pulled back, leaving only the head in his mouth before swallowing back down the next few inches. He felt Derek’s thighs spread a little wider as he relaxed into the couch, the hand that previously guided his head long gone.
*click*
The sound of a camera shutter, or at least an electronic one, froze Cory in his tracks. He opened his eyes and saw that Derek had his phone out, aimed at him.
*click*
Cory’s brow furrowed as Derek tookanotherpicture, this time with him looking into camera. He tried to protest, but a hand on his head kept the cock lodged firmly in his mouth, garbling any attempt at talking.
“Don’t worry, boy,” Derek encouraged Cory to continue sucking as he spoke. “No one is going to see these except you, me, and Nic.”
Cory made no attempt to resume sucking, attempting to give Derek a stern look, which was probably betrayed by the fact that his lips were still stretched around his dick. Raising an eyebrow at his sub’s display of defiance, Derek continued his explanation.
“I thought it might be fun to tease Nic a little. Show him what he’s missing,” Derek reasoned, leveraging some of Cory’s jealousy to make his point. “Besides, you telling me you don’t wanna jerk off to this when you get that cage off?” He turned his phone around to show the screen to Cory.
Dammit. Thatwashot. Cory was looking at the first pic Derek had taken, his eyes closed, most of Derek’s cock in his mouth. You could see the last few inches between his mouth and groin, disappearing in the forest of pubic hair at its base. Derek flipped to the second picture, with Cory’s eyes open, and eventhatpic was hot. Cory rarely if ever thought of himself that way, and decided he was very much okay with their activities beingrecorded, as long as they remained private. He resumed giving Derek his blowjob, silently consenting to any further pictures.
Derek smiled. He figured Cory would fight him on the pictures at first, but the chance to make Nic jealous would be enough to get him into it. Speaking of… Derek looked at the clock—Nic was still in class for another 20 minutes. He opened his texts while Cory continued sucking, tapping Nic’s name and sending him the first photo he had taken, adding the caption: “Wish you were here.”
A few moments later, Nic replied with a solitary middle finger emoji. Followed by a request to “send more.”
Derek snickered. He happily took a few more shots, each varying slightly by the amount of cock visible/swallowed. Then he used his hand to encourage Cory to take him even deeper into his throat, snapping a few more photos once he had swallowed him down to the base. He allowed Cory to pull back once he started to gag, taking the chance to send the new images to Nic.
