A Lesson Of Who Is In Control
Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2026 5:56 pm
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Story:
“You are such a loser, aren’t you?”
Those were the words I heard from you a week ago. You and I have been good friends for two years, close friends, some would say. I did have a crush on you before my girlfriend, and I started dating six months ago; however, recently, things have become difficult for us.
But this evening, it was about to change, wasn’t it? My girlfriend and I usually live together as we both go to the same university. Oddly enough, you are in the same city as we are, but decided to study somewhere else. Where was it? Ah, yes, Crestfall State University.
You came unannounced to grab a few things for my girlfriend, who is at her friends’ place for the night. It seems they are having a bit of a party, but I really didn’t want to go or attend. I was exhausted from university assignments, and all of this felt overwhelming. Little did I know that you were listening through my door. Moreover, I was also quite unaware that I wasn’t alone.
It was a beautiful evening, quiet, with no one speaking loudly on the phone, and I didn’t have any paper to submit. It was just me, the hum of the wind, the rustling of autumn leaves, and the ambiance of my room, slightly warm with hints of soft yellow light from my ceiling.
So, I naturally indulged in activities of pleasure. I wanted to masturbate so badly, and so I opened a video online, “Edge for 10 Minutes (JOI).” I lay on my bed as I spread my legs wide apart. She looked hot. I remember having to search for this video for days before I could finally indulge in it. I hate that sometimes I have to wear headphones, and the experience feels so uncomfortable. This time, it was on the loudspeaker.
That… was… a… mistake.
“Yes, come on, stroke it. And you better not fucking cum, or else you are fucking denied for a whole week.” She pauses, her voice incredible. Goddess Zariah was her name. “What a fucking stroke slut. That’s all you want to do, right?”
I say, looking at the screen, “Yes, Goddess!” I moan and whimper, stroking myself and aching as my pelvic floor muscles tighten, holding my cum in.
Just as you come around my apartment, I can barely hear you getting closer, reaching my room. Opposite my door is my guest room, where my girlfriend keeps her clothes, but you hear, “Say it out loud that you are a stroke slut.”
Your eyes widen. “W-what?” you whisper.
“I am your stroke slut, Goddess. I am your stroke slut,” I moan, edging myself. “Nngh~” As difficult as it is for me, I am trying not to cum.
Your voice hitches and gulps. A part of you is so curious, but your moral side wants you in and out of the apartment within seconds. You quickly get into my girlfriend’s closet, pack a few things, and as you leave, you pass by my room.
And so, you think, knowing the kind of fallout we had last week because of a minor inconvenience, you want revenge. You want to get back at me, and so you barge in forcefully, “Whoa! What’s going on here, stroke slut?” you laugh, chuckling.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” My body jolts. I close the laptop instantly, scrambling to find my blanket to cover my body.
“Hahahaha! Damn, Mr. Stroke Slut, did I interrupt your little jerking session?” Your lips curl, your eyebrows falling, and your face softening, almost pitiful at how disruptive you were, humiliating me as my face turns completely red.
“Katherine! What the fuck are you doing?!” I scream, my body aching as my lungs fill with air that I cannot seem to let out.
“Casey wanted me to get a few things since she’s at her friends' house, and we have a party there anyway. But I see why you decided to stay back.” You look me over, your eyes wandering up and down.
“I… I… had an assignment that was due.” I have to make up an excuse.
“Assignments are done, dumbass! You seem to have taken another course if you think you have an assignment you need to complete.” You mock me, hinting toward the porn I was watching and the instructions I was following.
“Listen, Katherine, please don’t tell Casey,” I say, pleading as my body calms down, my erection almost gone.
“After what you said last week? Of course, I will.” You’re still mad. I know, I know, I crossed lines.
“Katherine, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for speaking about y-your parents that way. Now, can you please keep this a secret?” I say, my voice heavy, wishing you would just leave.
“You know what you said was fucked up, right?”
“I… I know. I’m sorry, please, Kath—” You cut me off, continuing to talk firmly.
“The fact that you thought that having two Christmas holidays was better because my parents were getting a divorce. The fact you even fucking thought that, Kevin… you disgust me.” Those words were born out of fury and coldness.
“I apologized then; I am apologizing now. Plus, plus look, if you want, I can record myself apologizing so it’s proof for a lifetime, right?” I was naïve to think that was even possible, but I doubted you would actually want it.
“It’s funny, because this kind of leverage is something I’ve longed to have over you. You’ve consistently been an ass to me since you started dating. I’m not sure why, but it’s really exhausting. I don’t know what I did to piss you off, but I’m getting a bit sick, Kevin,” you say in an exhausted voice, and I finally had to confess if I wanted to save my relationship with Casey.
“Y-you’re right. I’ve been a complete ass, a dipshit, b-but do you know why?” I raise my arms, hands up, like I’m offering her a piece of my words. I continue, “It’s… It’s because I’ve had a crush on you since we met. I thought that when I was dating Casey, if I were mean to you, my brain would somehow automatically hate you and stop having a crush on you. But it just seemed to make us toxic to each other. I… I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“So, you decided to be an absolute asshole to me because you liked me? That’s such a fucking pathetic excuse, even coming from you.” You pause, sighing. “You and Casey have only been in a relationship for six months, and we’ve known each other for two whole years. You didn’t even think to come before that and ask me out?” I can see your body shivering as you remind yourself of how you lost a good friend.
“I… I know. I’m sorry. Ugh, I thought you’d find someone else because you were actively trying to find someone and my insecurities—”
“Your insecurities were a what? That I’d reject you and you would be alone for the rest of your life?” You’re hurt, but you’re sobering down as the temper in your eyes starts to wither away.
“Katherine, please, please, please. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything to… any—” I plead, but you consistently cut me off.
“Anything, huh?” I see your eyes squint. You pause. “Hmm, I’ll not mention anything to Casey, but on one condition, dipshit.”
“O-okay?” I say, curious to know what you might want.
“I want to help you finish off your little jerk session.” You smile, the kind that is crooked, a bit inside your cheek, a smirk that lengthens from the right side of your lips.
“I’m sorry, what?” I am so confused.
“You heard me. I want to give you a handjob, and I want you to cum.” You pause. “You still like me, right? I mean, based on, let’s see, six months of toxic behavior, plus last week you made that joke, plus the way you’re begging me and apologizing, I mean, it’s safe to say you still have feelings for me. So, get on, lie on your bed.” You walk in, removing your sandals while marching toward my bed.
“Katherine, I… What about Casey?” I grow weary and look at her, my eyebrows furrowed. I wasn’t really sure what to say. Katherine and Casey were best friends, but I could not let Casey know I enjoyed this kind of content.
“What about her? I won’t tell her if you don’t. So, what is it going to be?” You’re right; this felt like a deal in my favor in a cruel way.
“All… alright. You promise to keep this between us, right?”
“Of course.” You smile as you hop onto the bed, and I lie on the bed and gently remove the sheets. My cock is limp and sober, but as I see you come on top, you unbutton your blouse, and I see your cleavage, deep and colored in ivory and daisies. “A little incentive to get your dick hard again.”
My body grows much warmer despite the cool breeze. I can see your hands gliding over my cock. “Mmhmm, that was quick.” Blood rushes down into my cock as I take heavy gasps of air while it reaches its peak length.
“Impressive. Honestly, I was expecting you to have a pencil dick, but I might just be able to work with this. Lucky Casey, huh?” You pause and look at me with disgust. “Jeez, how much lube did you use? Gross.” You get up and walk toward the pile of clothes on my couch, picking up a sock. “I’m not touching that thing; it seems way too sticky.” You put the sock on like a condom. “Better.” Then you continue moving my length up and down.
I stare at your cleavage, a little too much, my eyes bulging, my mouth open, almost like I want to suck on it. “T-this feels odd. I… w-why did you…” I cannot gather my words; this feels too spontaneous, like some sort of dream.
“Because I think this kind of guilt might just eat you up. Also, stop staring at me.” You pause as you ruffle the bag next to you, the same bag my girlfriend had asked you to get. “That’s enough staring. Put this on!” You throw me a sleep mask, demanding I wear it.
“Wear it, idiot!” I obey immediately, putting it on.
“Good.” You pause, then continue stroking in varying speed, slowly going up… down… up… down… then faster, up-down-up-down.
Oh, it feels so good. “Ungh~” I let out moans, and my body trembles as the world around me is blinded. I can no longer see, only sense and feel you.
Little did I know that you had decided to film me again, your hands reaching for your phone. With a soft click, the video starts rolling, and you giggle, the inaudible kind. This was the plan. Your plan. But I heard the sound of you recording [Ding].
“A-are you recording me?” I ask, my mind mushy, like melted ice cream at the edges of a cone.
“Mmhmm~. I want this for myself. Don’t worry, I’m not going to send this to anyone or Casey. I just like seeing you helpless. You like it when I stroke your cock?” you say in a flirtatious voice as the cameras start rolling.
“~Yes, I like it when you stroke my cock. I like it so, so much~,” I reply in full sentences; it only feels right to be on my best behavior if the video is being recorded.
“It’s so weird to see you become an obedient boy whenever I start recording you, like a cute little puppy whimpering as if he’s caught in the act. You try to act so tough around Casey, but I always knew how subby you were.” I can hear you giggle this time, softer but still audible.
“Mmhmm~” What could I say besides agreeing? It feels so good, and yet my cock feels like a prison. I cannot see or feel your hand, but knowing that someone else is stroking me, it feels so good.
“Hands behind your back.” You command me once again, this time harsher and more assertive.
“Uh…”
“Didn’t you hear me, loser? Hands behind your fucking back. I don’t want you touching your legs or even grabbing the sheets. Spread them out and lie your body on them. No single movement, or else...”
Your voice is so arousing. Somehow, despite the arguments we’ve had, tonight feels oddly good, that you could be such a dominant person who can pleasure me and yet put me in trouble. Just like Goddess Zariah, when she punishes me if I cum early.
Minutes pass by, and I can’t stop aching to cum. My cock shivers underneath the hooded cloth of warmth. So, I confess, knowing your feet are close to me. “I… I like the smell of your feet.”
“Oh, ya?” I hear how softly you speak. The hot-and-cold nature of you being firm and affectionate drives me crazy.
“Mmmhmm!” My head tilts as your legs are spread out, sitting in a raised-knee position. I smell them, and it feels so aromatic. “Mmm~” I let out a soft whimper as I breathe in the red-colored toes.
“You are so weird, you know that.” Just then, you lift your legs, the bed softens for a split second, and in that singular moment, I feel them on my mouth. “Nhhh~”
“Shut up!”
In that moment, my body convulses as I arch my lower back, my feet shiver, and my toes curl. The smell of your toes and feet erupts through me like an explosion, sending my neck and body in waves of pleasure I’ve never felt in my entire life. No amount of jerking or instructions could’ve driven me to such madness.
“Ahh~ ahh~ ahh~” My breathing grows louder, my chest heaving as my balls empty themselves.
“Oh goodness, so much cum. It’s almost coming out of your sock. Eww.” Your hands rub against my pelvis. “I wasn’t aware you could cum so much. Was it because I was stroking your cock?” Your voice is curious, but you already know the answer.
“Mmhmm.” Your toes rub my lips as you lift them away. My head follows, beckoning to them again.
"Does Casey make you come like this?" you ask, but I am too embarrassed to answer.
"N-no..." I whimper after answering.
“Alright, Mr. Stroke Slut, I need to leave, or else your girlfriend is going to get on my ass.” As you leave, I ask, “I’m sorry. P-please don’t tell—”
“I won’t tell her a thing, but I’m keeping the other one. Something about you being obedient was refreshing to see. Oh, and you can take your mask off. Go clean yourself, hehe~” Your voice is flirtatious but with a hint of wickedness. You slip on your sandals, button yourself up, and leave with the bag.
Once I hear my door close, I get myself ready for a shower. After a whole hour, I come back into my room and see your text: “She asked why I took so long, relax, I won’t tell her. Apology accepted, but I think it’s cute that you like my feet. Enjoy!” A video is attached. “Oh boy…” This feels so wrong, yet so right, as my body once again softly trembles.
A following message comes: “I like you in a leash, little puppy
.” My cheeks flush red, both out of humiliation and arousal.Katherine was definitely getting herself into Kevin’s maze of both pain and pleasure, an odd mix of discomfort and senseless arousal that kept him on his toes, the kind that often gets pictured in movies and written in books, for their journey is only beginning.
Fin.
Thank you for reading :)