Lesson Number Two
This sequel to Lesson Number One was born from a challenge on Tumblr.
Barry woke up in a daze, eyes slightly defocused, balls aching. What a strange dream!, he thought, reminiscing about Debra’s mind-controlling ways. Sexy for sure yet a dream nonetheless for there was no way an uptight catholic young woman could turn out to be the embodiment of such dark fantasies. He remembered the feeling of helplessly cumming for her over and over again and blushed from head to toe, a sheepish smile in perfect sync with the afterglow in his heart and mind.
All of these pleasant feelings were replaced by utter shock when he saw Dave sitting in a corner of the bedroom. Dave had been his best friend since times immemorial, a ginger-bearded Baseball fanatic who dreamed of swinging his bat every day of the week but always failing to get some action. Why was he sitting there when he hadn’t been invited in in the first place and what was he holding on his left hand?
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” he smiled.
“What are you doing here?” Barry asked, covering his manhood.
“You asked me to come… and bring you this…” he pointed at the large rubber object in his possession. It looked like… “I always do what you ask.”
“Huh? I don’t remember any of that,” Barry mumbled. “And why the fuck would I ask you to bring me a big, black cock?”
“Because you like cock? Because you crave cock? I don’t know. I only did what you told me to do. I always do what you tell me to do.”
“You’re freaking me out, Dave.”
His friend jumped from his seat an on to the king-sized bed, the sinful phallus calling out like a siren from ancient myths.
“Can a freak really be freaked out? You’re such a freak, aren’t you, Barry? Calling me in the middle of the night to bring you this and then pretending you don’t want to play any more? Hmmm… that’s what I love about you. You’re a real freak with a very dirty mind. I didn’t want to do this but you insisted and when you insist, there’s nothing I can do to resist,” Dave rubbed the cock on Barry’s torso. “I can never resist you, just like you can’t resist me, can you? Say it, Barry, say you can’t resist…”
“I…” he gulped.
“Fuck me, Dave. Fuck me real bad right now. Say it.”
“Hmmm…”
“Fuck me with that big, black cock of yours until I pass out.”
“No!”
“You can’t help yourself, the fucking has already started. You’re fucked time and time again… you’ll always be fucked when I’m around.”
“Dave, stop!”
“That’s not my real name, is it?” He said as he thrusted the dildo inside his half-open mouth.
Barry woke up in a daze, eyes slightly defocused, balls aching, mouth numb, butt cheeks red and sore. What a strange dream!, he thought. Dave was Debra, Debra was Dave but there was no way an uptight catholic young woman could turn out to be the embodiment of such dark fantasies. He remembered the feeling of sinking over and over again before her hypnotic might and blushed from head to toe, a sheepish smile in perfect sync with the afterglow in his heart and mind.
“It’s time to go back to sleep, now,” Debra whispered, and so he did. A bit of confusion and anal play keeps the conscious mind at bay. Lesson number two was complete.
