By BristolBound
*This BDSM fantasy is a work of fiction. All characters are adults*
*This story must be read in order, starting from Chapter 1 of the original series “Season”*
Chapter 2: The Quarter-Final
I made it as far as the hallway.
I got the door shut, got my back against it, and that was the end of my self-control. I didn’t even make it to my room. I stood in the hall of my student flat, in a jockstrap, with the radiator ticking and my flatmate’s trainers lined up by the wall, and I grabbed my dick and nearly wept with relief as I came.
It took about forty seconds. I’d like that on record, for the sake of honesty. Forty seconds, after the best part of three hours of being hard. I replayed the whole thing as I went: the three sounds of the cuff, the tick of the chain on the pole, Matt’s two fingers on my towel, Callum’s pat on my cheek. The white flash going off twice against the vet’s wall. Good boy. The way Tom had said he’s enjoying this, without judgement, like he was talking about the weather. I came with my forehead against the door and my knees going, and it was so much I had to put a hand on the wall.
Then I slid down it and sat on the lino, breathing, and I laughed out loud.
