Side Effects – Chapter 6

By GratDelay

male BDSM storiesI woke before Adin. I actually felt pretty rested. We had moved around in our sleeps, so it was easy to slip out of bed without waking him. I stood staring at him for a while. God he was so beautiful! And he was in my bed. I rubbed the front of my chastity belt in appreciation.

I looked down. Like I usually do, I had morning wood, squeezed on all sides by the steel tube. Was I still in the grip of that devastating drug? Right then, there was no difference.

I ambled in to the bathroom and drained my bladder. This time I was able to clean up the belt properly. As I was sitting on the john, I thought back on the night before. It was physically and emotionally the most intense night of my life. I felt another surge of gratitude for my friend Adin. I wondered how I could return the favor.

That’s when I had a wicked idea.

It was very wicked. My cock struggled to split the steel tube it was in.

I knew it was wicked, but hadn’t Adin said something about me needing to go with my feelings? I thought about this as I went back to my bedroom.

He was still asleep.

I went to the living room and found his stuff. Here was the canister of the best evil drug in the world. I shivered to even be holding it, but also felt an urge to press the mask to my face. Was there a way to have just a little bit of it? To smell what it had smelled like without ‘taking’ it? I shook my head and went back to Adin, innocently sleeping in my room.

I turned the mask away from me, and rested my forefinger on the trigger button. Ever so slowly, quietly, I lowered it toward’s Adin’s face. I hovered it over his nose and mouth, not touching his skin.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear my pulse in my skull. I watched his chest, breathing in, out, in, out, wanting to time it to start and end on an inhalation. I stood there, wondering if I would actually do it.

Then I remembered two things at once: how I felt about his co-workers when he told me what they did to him; and when he said, “You didn’t even give me a chance to say no.” I felt a flush of shame and remorse.

But still I stood there, rationalizing. He had said I should go with my feelings, and it would feel really great to have control of Adin, to make him enjoy my lifestyle, my toys. He would love it, yeah! For sure, after how he had acted last night!

My hand tensed up…

Then I turned and set the canister down on the bedside table.

When I turned back, my heart lurched. Adin was looking up at me, a faint smile on his face. My face grew really hot. He reached up and spread his hand on my chest.

“Man, I would have pee’d all over your bed,” Adin shouted over the noise of my shower. He was pissing like a racehorse. I always wondered about that expression. He wasn’t peeing as he ran down the hall; he was peeing in the toilet, right on the other side of glass from me.

He had ordered me to take a shower. Apparently I had a bit of B.O. The shower was a relief, because I had started to feel nasty, skin-wise. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights when the shower door opened and he stepped in.

“Uhhh… Hey! I’m not decent!”

“Oh noes!”

This new Adin was still throwing me so many curve balls. I’d refrained the whole night before, but I finally had to resort to cliché.

“ ‘Who are you? And what did you do with my friend?’ trope.”

“Your friend?”

“About your height. Smart, funny, straight. Tolerantly not interested.”

“ ‘I’m his evil twin’ trope.”

Yeah, we tagged our trope usage verbally. We’re really smart.

Adin asked, “So, did your drug wear off?”

“Did yours?”

“I don’t think it matters. It put us in a place where we can be more comfortable with each other.”

“Speak for yourself. My superego says you’re not supposed to be showering with me.”

“Your superego can wait in the hall. This shower isn’t that big.” As he said this, Adin turned me around and soaped up my back. I sighed happily, starting to think about china patterns… no, no, that’s no good.

“Adin, I have to tell you, I can’t help but interpret all this as mixed signals.”

He turned me around again, handed me the soap, and put his hands up on the sides of the shower. “I know. I’m having too much fun exploring being uninhibited. I might be being a little unfair to you. But hey, we need the practice.”

I lathered him up, starting at his shoulders. Should I stop at his navel? I hesitated.

“See? You definitely need practice.”

“I… what?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I, uh… want to keep soaping you. All over.”

Adin took the soap from me. “No.”

“No?”

“See what we did there? You told me what you wanted to do, and I told you if it was OK.”

I got it, but didn’t like this lesson. “It’s not OK?”

He handed me back the soap. “You drive a hard bargain. But no funny stuff!”

I knelt down in front of him, water spraying all over my back, and continued the job. With trembling hands, for the first time, I touched his beautiful dick and glorious dangling balls. I was having a semi-religious experience. Not only was this an impossible fantasy come true, but after last night I felt like I might permanently be in sub-space around him. He was the author of the closest thing to a religious experience I would ever have. Hah, listen to me. I snorted at my overwrought imagination.

“What’s going on down there?” he asked. No, he did not get an erection from my tender ministrations.

“A blessing! A blessing from the lord!”

He got it immediately. “ ‘Course it’s a good idea!”

I made quick work of his legs, then turned him around.

Oooooh. I had to sit back on my heels and try to think.

Adin looked over his shoulder at me. “ ‘Worst. Shower boy. Ever’ trope.”

“I’m thinking.”

“ ‘I don’t pay you to think’ trope.”

I was having another little attack of indecision. I postponed resolving it by resuming the soaping. I washed him very thoroughly, drawing out this opportunity to touch his perfectly formed cheeks. I told myself I should treat it as a once in a lifetime deal. After I had let the water rinse his lower parts thoroughly, I couldn’t put off my decision any longer. I grabbed his cheeks and planted my face between them.

“Whoa!” he shouted, flinching away. Now we would see where going with my feelings got me.

He turned around, with a startled look on his face. “Is that part of the standard service?”

Not really laughing, I said, “No, it’s just for our special clientele. Actually, I’ve never done it before.”

He looked as indecisive as I had felt. But then he turned around and planted his palms on the wall opposite me and spread his legs.

“OK,” he said, “but then I’ll leave and never speak to you again.”

I could tell he wasn’t serious. “That’s probably for the best. It would just be awkward.”

I had to summon the courage all over again, even with his permission. I really hadn’t done this before, not with anybody, but lately I’d found myself strangely drawn to pictures of guys with their faces planted between other guys’ cheeks. I had alway know which asses were considered good-looking, but in the last few months, I suddenly found them much more interesting.

So now here I was, my face approaching my favorite ass in the whole world, and I was thinking what the fuck am I doing??? I was crossing boundaries, violating taboos, risking my friendship (probably not, maybe). But mostly I just didn’t know what I was doing. What if I did it wrong??

It was too late for that. Here we were.

First I just nuzzled the beautiful valley between his firm cheeks. He twitched and laughed. “I’ve never felt someone breathing there!”

I held myself there, teetering on the brink, my hands caressing the fuzz of hair on his smooth skin.

“So what is the actual appeal of this activity?” he asked.

I answered his question with my tongue. He sucked in his breath with a hissing noise. At first I just touched it gently, letting it sink in that I had crossed the line from never having done this to doing it. I had touched someone else’s asshole. With my tongue.

Ewwwww, went my brain, because culture. But it wasn’t awful. I tried moving my tongue about. I knew the puckered skin around my anus was very sensitive, so I wanted to gently stimulate his.

It was working. He was making some funny noises. I tried swirling motions and lapping motions. I didn’t know what else to try, so after a minute or so I sat back on my heels. The shower was still splattering my back and head.

Adin held his position for a moment, then turned around. That had gotten his cock’s attention. “Did you just make me gay???”

“I think I just made me gay.”

I decided I didn’t like it that much, but I was surprisingly not weirded out. I guessed the experience is more for the recipient.

Adin said, “So is my ass clean yet or not? I’m hungry.”

I stood up. “Are you still here? You promised to leave and never speak to me again.”

“That was before you rocked my world.”

“You’re doing it again. I’m getting used to this.”

In a whiny voice, he said, “Just give me 12 more hours, then I’ll give you the cold shoulder. Promise.”

Suddenly I was annoyed, and he could tell.

“OK Liam, OK. My own feelings are a little jumbled right now.

“One, you’re my best friend, and I’ve always loved hanging out with you and playing and having a good time with you.

“Two, I’m really digging not having so many hangups about bodies, so I’m kinda exploring and seeing what feels like what.

“Three, who better to do that with than my best friend? How would you feel if I went and did this with some other guy?

“Four, I want you to be able to try some things, being less afraid that you’ll break something.

“But Five, I know we’re walking a fine line. I’m still pretty straight and I’m still looking for the love of my life.”

I was fuming at that point. It didn’t matter that everything he said made sense. He was still the love of my life, as far as I was concerned at the time. “Not good enough, Adin. I love you, you know that. We’re best friends. That means we love being with each other. And after last night, this morning, it’s really really hard for me to see your sexual orientation being an impediment.”

He put his hands on my shoulders. There were tears in his eyes. “Yes, Adin, I see all that. and I’m still looking for the love of my life.

Then I got it. Really got it. Now my eyes were swimming in tears too. “This is all about getting me to give you your chance to say no.”

He nodded, not breaking eye contact, tears running down his cheeks. “I told you, I did!”

It was not a happy thing, but it was somehow clean. I could face it, I thought. I drew him into an embrace.

Over breakfast, I said, “It’s because I rimmed you, isn’t it?”

“No, that was… intense, I guess? We can’t be together because your cock isn’t big enough to satisfy my cravings.”

I looked down at my crotch. He hadn’t let me out of my chastity belt. I realized my cock was still struggling for room to grow, but I was easily able to function without finding myself trying to hump the edge of the counter. I just might survive this weekend!

Adin stood up and moved the dishes to the counter. I rose and put away the milk, juice, jam…

Wiping his hand on a dishtowel, Adin said, “let’s brush our teeth and get ready for the day.”

“Are we going to the hardware store like we talked about, because I could use some more pad-eyes.”

“Maybe tomorrow? There’s something else I want to try.”

Something about the way he said it made my ears and dick perk up. Suddenly eager to have clean teeth, I followed him to the bathroom. I hoped Adin’s experimental drug never wore off — and that he had the formula for it recorded.

While we were brushing, Adin bent down and started going through the cabinet under the sink. I raised my eyebrows. “Something I can help you find?”

“Nope, found it!” He stood holding my enema kit. I learned not to inhale toothpaste.

“Ummm, aside from trying to fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had, what did you have in mind?”

He looked thoughtful, “Hmm, maybe the drug made me psychic, but it also forces me to act out other people’s fantasies! We should try wrapping my head in foil before I take this disgusting thing out of this bag.”

“I’m all out of foil. Besides, tin foil isn’t really tin. It’s part of the conspiracy, because aluminum doesn’t protect you from brain-waves.” Banter aside, I was very keen to find out why he was fooling around with my enema kit.

He spat out his toothpaste and set the toothbrush aside. “You said it was so excellent that it was worthwhile to deal with all the cleaning and shit.”

“Yeahhhhhh?” Was he going to plug my ass? My dick responded so hard I doubted the brem analog had really worn off.

“OK then. Set this stuff up.” He handed me the bag. I was kind of weirded out. Was he going to watch?? But the payoff… so with little hesitation I opened the bag and took out the bulb, a nozzle.

“Do you keep that clean?” he asked.

“Yeah, before and after.” I got a bottle of hibiclens out of the cabinet and washed both the nozzle and the bulb. Then I rinsed them thoroughly. Then I filled up the bulb with warm water, screwed on the nozzle, lubed it up. When I looked up from my work, Adin was positioning himself over my toilet. My brain came to a halt.

“Is this where you do it? I figure it makes sense.”

“Adin what the fuck are you doing?”

“Uh, making myself fresh?”

“Very funny. Now get out of here and let me do what has to be done.”

He smirked at me and didn’t move.

Ohhhhhh. My bad.

To be continued …

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One thought on “Side Effects – Chapter 6”

  1. There are so many little twists and turns in this chapter that it get’s frustrating not to be able to get to the final one quickly enough.

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