Eric and Jamie - Part 5
I awoke the next morning still under the protective weight of Eric's arm. I just lay there quietly waiting for him to wake up. I decided I'd try to play his game -- really play it fully -- and see what came of it. I resolved to be a "good little boy" and to be super respectful and obedient just to test him. I wanted to see how he'd handle his end of our bargain if I totally lived up to mine.
That day he put me to work fixing holes in the drywall of the retired couple's house. I had fun again -- I was really enjoying this kind of work -- and the whole time I kept my eyes and ears open for him so that I could immediately respond if he wanted anything. Around lunchtime when I heard him call my name from the backyard I nearly ran outside to stand in front of him, my back straight, my hands at my sides.
"Yes, sir?" I said. He smiled in a way that told me he noticed what I was doing, and I spent all of lunch and dinner (and any other time I was in proximity to him) with that same responsive/obedient attitude. I made a game out of it, and it was actually kind of fun trying to anticipate him.
When we got back to the little apartment above the garage that night he surprised me by saying, "You need to do a little corner time" as soon as we walked in the door.
My heart sank, but I was careful not to say anything and to immediately take my place with my face in the corner. "Eric?" I queried.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" he asked.
"No, sir" I replied.
"Then I want you to just stand there quietly until I say otherwise" he said.
"Yes, sir" I said, hanging my head. What had I done? Had I missed something, or was his true nature poking through? I worried that he just wanted to order someone around, someone to spank and get off on it, but I was still willing to wait out the rest of the night to see what he'd do.
After about 10 minutes he said, "Turn around and come over here, little boy."
I turned and walked over to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. As I walked up to him he put his hands on my waist and pulled me to stand between his knees. "I've really tried to be good all day" I said. "I really have. Did I do something? Was there something -- "
"Shhhh" he interrupted me. "You've been a VERY good boy today" he said, and then kissed my chest. To my surprise a burst of warmth spread outward from where he had kissed me -- just as if someone had thrown warm water across me -- and I smiled and my face got hot.
"You're going to do a little bit of corner time every day" he said. "It's a time for you to reflect on the day, to calm down if things have been stressful, and to practice your obedience and show me what a good, obedient boy I have here."
"Yes, sir" I said as my dick stiffened in my pants.
He patted my leg and said, "Should we give you your bath now?"
"Whatever you say" I said and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me into the bathroom. As on the previous nights he undressed me and bathed me, and after he had dried me off he handed me the bottle of lotion from the sink and told me to go out and wait for my massage.
Naked, I went out to the bed and he closed the door behind me. I listened to him bathe, and I fantasized about the two of us washing each other in the tub. My dick was so hard, and the longer I waited for him the hornier I got so I laid on my back and started to stroke it lightly as I fantasized about him. I was startled out of my fantasy when the bathroom door opened, and he walked out with a towel around his waist. I looked over at him and smiled.
"Hey" he said, smiling and grabbing my dick gently. "You don't do that without my permission, you understand?"
He was smiling as he said it, but I felt abashed and I swallowed and said, "Yes, sir. I didn't know -- "
"All right" he said. "I won't punish you this time because I hadn't given you that rule yet, but from now on you ask."
"Yes, sir" I said, and it was a little thrilling to give over this kind of control to him. In a way I felt like he was trusting me a little in that I could do it without telling him, and there'd be no way for him to know.
He picked up the bottle of lotion and said, "Roll over, kid."
"Do you want me to do you instead?" I asked.
"What?" he said.
"I can give you a massage instead" I said.
"All right" he said. "That would be nice. After yours, though. It's important that you learn to trust my hands." I rolled over onto my tummy when he said that even though I wasn't exactly sure what he meant.
He massaged my neck and shoulders, my back, my butt, and my legs. Then he turned me over and massaged my entire front, except my dick and balls. He even massaged my face. It felt wonderful, and I was hard the whole time.
As he patted my tummy I said, "Your turn" and he took off his towel and laid down. I massaged his entire back the same way he had me, and I was happy to hear him grunt or moan appreciatively. It made me want to do it more.
Just as my hands were getting tired he said, "Aren't your hands getting tired, boy?"
I laughed and said, "Yeah -- I mean, yes sir." He often seemed to know things without me telling him. "I still have to do your front, though."
"Take a break" he said, stretching his arms and legs, but still laying face down. His shoulders were so broad, and he was so much larger than me that I laid down on top of him, wrapping my arms around his sides and thrusting my hands under his armpits. His butt was muscular, and my hips rested lightly on his muscles while my dick poked down toward his balls.
As I lay my head on the middle of his back he said, "Ah, that feels good" and I silently agreed. The warmth of our two bodies pressed together like that was wonderful. After several minutes he said, "Up" and lifted his head. I got off of him and as he rolled over onto his back he pulled me to him and I resumed the same position on top of him, only this time with my head resting on his large pecs. I could hear his heartbeat, and his big hands reached back and pulled my knees down to his sides then came to rest on my butt.
"Who's my good boy?" he cooed and I pressed my face hard into his chest. I wished that it could always be like this, and I began to seriously consider staying with him on a permanent basis. We lay like that, not speaking, for a long time. As we did, he ran his fingers gently up and down my back and my sides and scratched playfully at my head.
My hardon was trapped nicely between my body and his lovely abdominal muscles, and when I shifted my weight slightly I realized that his hard dick was not far from my balls. Feeling very bold I reached back and slid down a bit, pressing his hard member right up against my little hole. Then I put my arms back around him and pressed down a tiny bit more to make sure his dick would stay there.
"You like that?" he said, hugging me tightly.
"Yes, sir!" I whispered. I had never been with anyone like that, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I wanted him so badly in that moment, and the longer we lay there like that the more my lust grew.
I started to grind gently against him, but he patted my butt and said, "All right. You have to stop now."
I pushed myself up on my hands and said, "Don't you want to?"
In response he rolled me off of him and onto my back. Propped up on one elbow he leaned over me and as his face neared mine I closed my eyes and just barely opened my mouth. When his lips touched mine it was like an electric charge ran though my chest and torso, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.
He kissed me very gently, very lovingly, and then pulled back and said, "Yes, of course I want to. But it's too soon for that."
"Why?" I said, almost petulantly.
His hand rubbed up and down my body and he said, "Because it is. I want you bound to me more tightly before I take you."
I felt so rejected and so hurt when he said that, and he immediately saw it and his mouth dropped over mine and he kissed me much longer this time.
"Don't be hurt" he said. "We'll do everything and more in time." He reached down and gently gathered my scrotum between two fingers. He tugged it gently upward and I groaned as the skin on my perineum pulled tightly on my little hole. "Maybe after your hair grows back" he said and I thrust my head back against the bed in frustration.
He tapped my chest hard in a warning gesture, and I whispered, "Yes, sir." As he ran his hand threw my hair I said, "Would you hold me?" and he pulled me to him, rolling onto his back. Again I rested my head on his chest, laying on top of him fully.
"Any time you want me to hold you" he said, "you just walk right up and put your arms around me or you ask me to hold you and I will." His hand rubbed up and down my back as he said this.
We dozed for a while and then watched some TV and then went to sleep. Again we spooned the entire night, and I woke up with his hard dick pressing up against me. We both got up and he went into the bathroom to pee, and as he came out I grabbed my stiff dick and said, "Can I jack off now?"
"No time" he said, smiling.
"Believe me" I said. "It won't take long" and I smiled.
"I said no" he said, and started to pull on his clothes. I felt rebuked, and my smile dropped away. Frustrated, I got out of bed and started getting ready for our day.
That day went pretty much as the previous one, though we weren't as _s_e_x_ual with each other that night. After we bathed we got dressed again and went for a long walk, and he pointed out the various architectural styles in our little neighborhood. When we got back to the apartment we both stripped down to our underwear, and my dick immediately got stiff again.
Standing there in just my jockeys I grabbed at my dick and said, "Now may I jerk off?" and smiled ruefully, sure that he'd say yes.
"No" he said. "I don't think so."
"Really?" I asked, unable to keep the high pitch out of my voice.
"Really" he said, sternly. "You're not to ask again this evening."
I stomped angrily over to the bed and plopped down, grabbing the remote.
"Hey" he said, laying down next to me and rolling me over. In one motion he yanked my jockeys down and off, and then gently grabbed my dick and started to stroke it. I moaned softly, finally feeling some relief. I smiled and put my arms behind my head, letting him jack me off. It felt so good to have him touch me like that.
Unfortunately, when I got close to coming he stopped and tapped my chest. "That's all for tonight, boy."
"No" I whined, and grabbed desperately at his arm with both hands.
Again he grabbed my dick and started to stroke it and said, "If you come without my permission I'm going to strap you like you've never gotten it before, is that clear?" My eyes flew open and I reached down and grabbed his hand to stop him.
He continued to stroke my dick, so I said, "May I come, sir?"
"No" he said.
"Oh, God" I pleaded. "Please, sir! I'm so close!"
"If you come without my permission you're going to get the belt" he warned, and continued to stroke my now throbbing dick.
"Stop!" I pleaded. "Please stop, sir! Please!" I said. He did stop then, and my dick and balls ACHED for relief.
"This isn't fair" I whispered as my mind raced for a way around his ultimatum. He stood up and picked up his jeans, slipping the belt out of the loops as he did so. I stood up and stepped over to him, whimpering involuntarily. Putting both my hands on his chest I said, "Eric, please? Please?"
"Are you going to be an obedient boy or not?" he said, sternly.
"Oh, yes sir!" I said, pressing my head into his chest. "Yes, sir!" I repeated as his hand came to rest on the back of my head. "Please may I come now, sir? Please?"
"No, you may not" he said, and I hugged him hard and jerked angrily against him. I couldn't stop tears of frustration from rolling down my face. I was so pent up, and in a last effort I looked up at him and said, "Please, sir. I'll do anything you say. Anything at all! Please say I can do it. Please!" It was the wrong thing to say.
He sat on the bed and pulled my naked body over his lap. Spreading my knees forcefully apart me made sure my dick was pointing down his leg rather than being pressed between it and my body. SMACK! His large hand landed solidly in the middle of my butt. "You" SMACK! "will ALWAYS" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "do" SMACK! "as I say." SMACK!
I was crying now, more from the unjustness of the situation than from the sting in my butt, though it did hurt plenty. He made me get up and stand in the corner and when he said, "I thought I was seeing better behavior out of you. I guess I was mistaken" I hung my head, deeply ashamed.
After standing there a long time, I'm not even sure how long, I felt his hand on the back of my head. "Maybe this isn't going to work out" he said, and my heart sank right through the floor.
"Oh, please!" I said. "Give me another chance. Please, Eric! I can do better. I know I can. I've never -- " my voice caught in my throat, and threw my tears I forced myself to say, "I've never been like this with anyone. I don't know how -- I mean, I just -- I want to please you. I'm really trying to be good. Please give me another chance. Please."
I didn't like when Eric disciplined me, but I loved being with him all other times. He wasn't unfair, really, and I knew that I could fix it so that things were good between us all the time. When he didn't say anything I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Please teach me" I said. "Teach me how to be your boy."
Without saying anything he leaned forward and kissed my lips, and I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him and cried at the same time. He put his arms under my armpits then, and I jumped up knowing that he'd catch my bottom and hold me. He carried me to the bed and we laid down together, kissing the whole time.
Eventually we lay pressed together in bed, naked, and I stared off into space with his arm resting heavily over me while he read me anecdotes from a book by Shirley Jackson. It made me laugh, and I realized in that moment that I had fallen in love with him. When we went to sleep that night I laid down across him, rather than spooning with him, my right leg and arm thrown possessively over his body.