NSFW–Owned by the Contractor Pt 2

OWNED CONTRACTOR PROMO

Part 2

Chad

kisspng-electronic-sports-league-of-legends-osu-counter-l-5af58446033425.6911762315260396220131The house felt empty, and I loved it. I called Jace and told him the news.

“No fucking way? Hell, yeah I’ll come.” There was a slight pause. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I can’t come until Tuesday morning.” He sounded as disappointed as I felt.

“That’s still four days of freedom.” Jace sighed. “Not as good as five, but better than none?”

I chuckled. That would leave me with two days completely alone. “No problem, man. We’ll just stock up on caffeine and not sleep those three days. Then it’ll feel like five.”

Jace’s laugh was one of my favorite sounds in the world. “Done,” he said. “See you bright and early Wednesday. Damn, Mom’s calling me to dinner. Gotta go.”

I lay my phone down on the coffee table. The refrigerator kicked on in the kitchen, and crickets chirped outside. Alone. And, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Jace didn’t know everything about me, and I was afraid of what he’d say if he found out. But, I had two days alone to do it all I wanted.

Dad kept the wine cellar locked, but his bar in the den was fully stocked. It probably wouldn’t be by the weekend.

All my clothes were off by the time I reached the top of the third-floor stairs. I tossed them in the corner of my bedroom, grabbed a bottle and two of my new toys from my nightstand, and the 64G thumb drive I kept hidden between my mattresses. If Stephen, the guy who cleaned our house, had ever found it, he never mentioned it. He and Carlos, the dude who cleaned our pool, both came on Tuesdays. For a second I thought about calling them to cancel for the week, but my old spank-bank images of Carlos’ Speedo and Stephen’s skin tight t-shirts were getting a little stale. Having eye-candy around the house for a few hours wouldn’t hurt.

Thinking about Carlos and Stephen gave me a semi, and my cock was already heavy by the time I burst into the den. Plush carpet, four over-sized leather sofas, a bar that would put most restaurants to shame, and the black, reflective surface of a huge, 96” television on the wall. I didn’t plan on letting it stay dark for long.

Mom called the room a solarium because of the huge glass walls that faced the woods. And during the day, it was as bright as the sun. But, at night, it was as dark as any other room, and Dad called it his den. Since that seemed less pretentious, that’s the one I went with—and Mom hated it.

kisspng-recliner-couch-leather-sofa-bed-chair-furniture-watercolor-5b30160c4a5a68.5098301015298780283046The thumb drive slid easily into the slot on the side of the screen. I licked my lips and ran for the remote. With a few clicks, it flickered to life. I changed the input and started my favorite playlist—twelve hours of nonstop porn.

The first credits played and I tossed the remote and my toys onto the nearest sofa. “Time to relax. Barkeep!” I yelled to the imaginary bartender. I wasn’t old enough to go into bars, but I’d seen someone do that on television. When none showed, I poured myself a scotch and nestled into the couch.

On the screen, a teacher had his student bent over his desk. The kid’s bare ass grew brighter and brighter red every time the teacher smacked it with a paddle. The rest of the class fidgeted and rubbed their cocks through their uniform pants.

I liked to synchronize with the movie, so I grabbed the pliant nine-inch dildo off the coffee table and got ready. I’d bought it to shove up my ass, but it had hurt so bad the first time that I just used it to practice blowing. I’d gotten pretty good—I think. I would run my tongue around the head and then swallow it all the way to the balls. It could stay there for almost a minute before I had to thrust it in and out of my throat so I could breath. I’d never had a real cock in my mouth, but I liked to imagine the classroom full of students would have been impressed.

When it got to the part where the teacher shoved the kid to his knees and force-fed him his massive cock, I copied all the movements. When the rest of the boys in the class yanked the kid up and tossed him back across the desk, I took a huge swig of scotch, lubed up my tiny metal vibrator and rammed it into my ass. I was jealous that the kid could take as big a cock in his ass as he could his mouth, but I made a point not to miss a beat.

One hand pumped the toy in my ass and the other my mouth, matching each slam, until the guy collapsed into a heap. The teacher wiped the extra jizz off his cock onto the boy’s back and patted him on the ass.

“Passing grade. Everyone!”

The naked class cheered and jumped around, their still hard cocks bobbing around in front of them. I picked up my drink again.

The next few hours passed with me getting more and more drunk and fucking myself harder and harder, imagining everyone from my teachers to the bagger at the grocery store forcing me down in public, tying me up in a dungeon, chaining me to a post, and force-fucking every one of my holes. I made a point I not fantasize about Jace, making my brain skitter away from any pictures it came up with of him naked, telling me I had to suck his fucking cock or he’d… Okay, maybe a few slipped through.

By the end, I’d come four times and my nuts had leaked enough extra precum to make up twelve more orgasms.

When I got my own place, I planned to make sure every night was exactly like that one.

 

 

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