5

-MALCOLM-

I STALKa few steps behind North as he walks down the hallway, drinking in the delicious view of his tight ass. It shifts and clenches in front of me in grey sweatpants, and I want nothing more than to grab a double handful of that peach and squeeze until bruises bloom across it. Above it, the wide stretch of his shoulders accentuates his slender waist and hips and I picture his hands bound at the small of his back. I don't know which is better, his front or his back side. Both, I decide.

His blond shiny hair is disheveled this morning—he's had a restless night, and I hope to fuck it's because of me. And from the stiff-legged way he's walking, he's either injured himself on the field, or he's wearing my plug.

That's interesting.

This whole thing has been interesting. When I caught him in the showers yesterday, I thought at first he was watching porn. But no, it was a video of me. It was him who had seen me on the field, and instead of reporting me and getting me thrown out of college, he'd recorded me. My moment of wild confusion was quickly overpowered by my ferocious urge to have him. It had taken all of my self-control not to fuck him then and there, but I needed to test the waters first. And now I had the photo on my phone of his very enthusiastic reaction. I jerked off to it last night, which seemed only fair, and told myself that it probably wouldn't go any further. After what happened, and the present I left him in his bag, I half expected him to run for the hills. Even after how horny and needy he looked in the showers, and the tangible disappointment plastered on his face when he watched me walk away. But it looks like the puppy-dog jock has more metal in him than I'd given him credit for. And a dark side. I still can't quite believe that he's not only apparently very into me, but also has natural sub tendencies too. I try not to get too excited, but he reacted to my commands perfectly.

And now it looks like he's followed my instructions. I wonder if he's been tormented all night long. It makes me instantly hard, and I shift awkwardly as I walk.

Time to push him further and see what happens. I get up close behind him and lean forward, my mouth an inch from his ear.

"Have you got it in?"

The startled noise he makes is almost cute. He jumps and spins on me, those blue eyes wide. He looks so startled and scared—so unlike the happy-go-lucky jock we all know and lust over—that my heart does a double tap at being the one responsible for it; for affecting him this much. He's exhausted, his face flushed, with deep bags under his eyes. I'm willing to bet he hasn't slept a wink all night. Because of me.

He opens his mouth but doesn't speak straight away, like he's trying to remember how to.

"I'm late for my next class," he finally says roughly, his voice low.

"That doesn't answer my question," I say.

He looks up and down the hallway, like we're going to get caught dealing drugs or something, and I have to hold in a snort. Fuck, he's adorable, so innocent and corruptible.

I want to hear him say he's got the plug in, want to hear the words coming out of his own mouth. So when he still doesn't answer I fish in my pocket and pull out a small black remote, slim as a cracker, with silver buttons, and hold it up for him to see.

"What's that?" he asks, eyeing it.

Without saying anything, I press and hold one of the buttons.

Click.

North almost falls over. He yelps and his eyes go wide as he arches his back and smacks both hands on his ass.

"So you do have it in," I say, the corner of my mouth curling.

I take my finger off the button and he sags against the wall, breathing hard, eyes wild.

"What the fuck was that?" he gasps.

"Vibrating," I say, waggling the remote again. That plug isn't cheap, it's top of the line and can be operated from long range with the touch of a button. There's five different vibration strengths and that was the very lowest, just to give him a taste. From the way his cheeks flush, he likes it more than he'd care to admit.

With a growl, he pushes away from the wall and lunges for the remote, one hand still on his ass. I pull it out of his reach, holding him back with my shoulder for good measure. He needs to accept who's in charge here.

"This is mine, I keep it. If you don't like it, you can take the plug out." His mouth tightens pleasingly at the suggestion. "But I keep this, and I use it whenever I want."

He glares at me, his cheeks bright red, his eyes challenging. I can see the fight there, but I can also see the hunger, the excitement, and it makes the dark possessive streak in me crow with victory.

I press the button and he yelps again and falls against the wall, mouth open. With one hand, I spin him by the shoulder and shove him against the bricks, keeping that button down. I press in behind him, hard enough for him to feel my erection pressing into the top of his ass.

"Jesus," he gasps.

His shuddering body pushes back against me, and I allow him to grind for a total of three blissful seconds before I pull away, leaving him pushing back into nothing. He looks back at me, face heavy with frustration and pleading.

I slip the remote back into my pocket and offer him a cold smile.

"See you later, North. Have a nice day."

I'm going to have so much fun.

***

Throughout the rest of the day, I press the button at random intervals. I don't know if he's kept it in, but the thought of making his body jump—of flooding him with undeniable pleasure, from far away, at any time I please—is enough to keep me hard all day. Fuck, I can just imagine his startled face, the muffled yelps, and his cheeks blooming their bright red as he tries to hide it in front of everyone.

Sometimes it's a short blast, other times I keep the button pressed down for thirty seconds at a time, imagining him writhing, trying to keep still, struggling not to let his dirty secret be discovered.

It's practically torture not knowing if my fantasies are true or not, until finally, it's the last class of the day and the only one we share.

I take my seat toward the back of the lecture hall and lock eyes on North the second he walks in. He looks flushed and sweaty. Anyone else looking would think he was coming down with something, a fever maybe. Only I know the truth. He moves to his seat with stiff limbs, one row in front of me, a few places to the left.

The back of his ears are already tipped pink, and I can tell he's fighting not to turn and look at me, but it only takes a few minutes for him to give in and peek over his shoulder. He really has terrible self-control. I can work with that.

I wink at him, and he clenches his jaw, a muscle jumping in his cheek. He looks so pissed off and it makes my heart sing, because that means he hasn't taken the plug out all day. It's confirmation that all of my fantasies actually happened, and it's so hot I feel my face start to heat too.

The professor launches into his lecture, and North tears his eyes away from mine. I stare at the back of his neck as he fidgets, a drop of sweat trickling down it.

He's nervous, just waiting for me to vibrate the plug again, he must have been on tenterhooks all day, not knowing when it was going to hit.

I can't stop myself. I slip my hand into my pocket, find the remote. I toy with it for a moment, stroking my finger along its smooth edge, circling the button slowly, teasing myself, seeing how long I can hold off. I lick my lips, then I press down, a short sharp burst.

His reaction is instant. He lets out a startled yelp that's so loud the entire class turns to look at him, and the professor stops talking.

His face is cherry red and prickling with sweat.

"North? Are you ok?" the professor asks.

I press it again and keep it on this time. North grips the edge of his seat, every muscle in his body straining.

The professor looks at him with concern, waiting for a response, and he manages a shaky, "Mm mHMm," nodding vigorously.

The professor frowns, clearly not convinced, but turns back to the presentation and carries on while the students throw North concerned looks as he continues to squirm in his seat.

The girl sitting next to North—who has a devastating crush on him like almost all the girls at college do—leans over to him, twirling her long blonde hair and pouting.

"What's wrong, North? Do you want me to take you to the nurse's office?"

North shakes his head frantically and gives her a strained smile, one eye twitching as the plug keeps vibrating inside him.

"No, I'm . . . ugh . . . f-fine."

I smirk. Nice try girl, but North is mine right now.

She sits back, disappointed, and North buries his red face in his hands, and I swear I hear a pained whimper as I keep my finger on the button. It is absolutely delicious tormenting him like this, and his struggle hangs over him in the air, like a heated haze. It might just be in my head, but I swear I can smell his arousal from here.

Fuck, this is possibly the hottest thing I've ever done, and my own dick responds to every twitch of his shoulders. I could do this all day, but I finally relent and take my finger off the button, and he slumps, letting out a shuddering breath. If I go too hard now he might cum in his pants right here in the middle of class, and as tempting as that is, I want to keep him edged all day, so he's absolutely ravenous later.

For the remainder of the class he shifts and squirms, no doubt expecting that buzz at any second, but I leave him hanging. Even from here I can see the telltale bulge in his pants.

On the way out I smile cooly at him as he glares and grinds his teeth, helplessly aroused.

"See you later, jock."