Decoding Desires Ch. 02

'Yes Sir,' I reply. 'Good night.'

I'm still hard, it feels like I've been hard for hours. All night. Everything aches in the best and worst ways possible. I strip down to my boxers and imagine Sir getting ready for bed. I wonder if he sleeps naked. In my head he does. I'm touching myself without meaning to, once I realize it I stop, but as soon as I stop paying attention I find myself stroking my hard length again.

Sir didn't say anything about touching, just that I wasn't allowed to cum. The thought alone drove me higher, and I both wanted to be punished, and wanted to be Sir's good boy. I was close, every brush of my fingertips was a jolt of pleasure. How would Sir punish me, if I was bad? Would he spank me?

I stopped stroking myself just before I came, but I waited too long. I felt the cum ooze out of my slit, but I didn't feel the pleasure of an orgasm. If anything once the cum was done seeping out of me I was hornier than ever.

I whined, alone in my room, with no one to hear me, but it was still embarrassing. I came, I was a bad boy and Sir was going to punish me, and the orgasm hadn't even felt good. I almost texted Sir right there but decided to wait until morning, I didn't want to keep him up.

I didn't text him right away in the morning, either, ashamed of myself. I stopped by the clinic on my way to work and did my blood draw, swabs, piss test, all the bells and whistles. It felt a lot different this time, last time was after Jace infected me, which was ten different types of awkward. This time it felt like it was a task that would earn me a prize once I finished it, a chore, but one with a really good reward at the end.

I sent him a text, just a quick 'good morning, got tested', then went to work. I felt guilty and naughty all day long except for the time I spent under the ninety year old house I was rewiring. All original wiring, and it's a freaking miracle that this house hadn't burned down already. I don't think I've ever worked on something so old, I usually worked on new construction. I liked the challenge, but it was scary and dangerous, too. And, there were a lot of things I didn't really want to think too long about down there in the crawlspace with me, bones and garbage and a weird black sticky puddle with a horrid, indescribable smell.

Lee texted me while he was on his lunch break, but I didn't end up seeing it until I was home from work and already showered. 'Hope you were a good boy last night,' he sent.

I swallow hard, he'd seen right through me. 'I'm sorry' I text back, then follow it up with 'I didn't mean to, it just happened.'

He didn't even read the texts for two hours, but I shouldn't have expected him to when he was at work. Even after he read them he didn't text back, but again, still at work. I was pacing my kitchen waiting for it to be eight thirty, then nine, then nine fifteen. Still no text.

The phone buzzed in my hand and I saw he was calling me, and my first impulse, the 'bad boy just got caught' impulse, was to ignore the call and hide my phone. Instead, I answered it.

"Hey Lee," I said, trying to sound upbeat, but I failed.

"Hey yourself, Cody," he replies, sounding happy, and I really hope that I'm the reason for it. "How're ya now?"

We talked about mundane things for a while, work and whatnot, each minute of casual conversation building up the nervous guilt in my stomach until I couldn't bottle it in anymore.

"I'm sorry," I apologize instead of answer his question.

"Oh?" he asks, sounding coy. "For what?"

My voice gets small. "For, um, last night."

"What about last night? What do you need to apologize for?"

"I came," I force myself to say. It hurts leaving my mouth.

"You came, even after I told you not to?"

I swallow hard. He'd been setting me up this whole call, and suddenly I knew it, and now he knew that I knew it. He chuckled. "Yes, Sir," I whispered.

"How did something like that 'just happen'?" he asks.

"I stopped touching myself before I came, but it still happened. It didn't even feel good, and it made me even hornier. I had a hard time sleeping," I blurt, each word coming faster than the last.

"You ruined your own orgasm?" he asks, sounding pleased.

"I don't know, I mean, is that a thing?"

He chuckles. "You're so innocent. Yes, it's something I would use as a punishment, but you seem to have punished yourself."

"Does that mean I'm not in trouble?" I ask hopefully, but also not really wanting to get off without punishment.

"Of course not," Sir says, then laughs. "I decide your punishment, Brat. Did you like it?"

"No," I whine, wriggling as my balls ache and my dick pulses with need.

"Good," Sir says. I feel better, he's pleased with my answer and for whatever reason, making Sir happy feels really good. "I'll have to think up a good punishment. You won't make the same mistake again tonight, will you?"

"No Sir," I say quickly. He chuckles. "I won't, I promise."

"You promised last night, too," he says.

"I know. I'm sorry," I apologize again.

"You will be, when I'm done with you Brat," he promises. I moan and he growls. "It's so hot that you wasted an orgasm," he says, his voice lower. I love it when he sounds like this, husky and needy.

"It is?"

"Oh yes," he purrs. "Do you want to know what I'm doing right now?"

"Yes, Sir," I reply, but I have a good idea of what he might be doing.

"I'm touching myself, thinking about how frustrating it must have been for you last night."

"It was so frustrating," I whine.

"Tell me about it," he grunts, then moans a little when I whine.

"I was touching myself because you didn't say I couldn't, but then I didn't stop soon enough and I started coming. I stopped immediately but the cum came anyway, and it felt so frustrating, like, I came, but I didn't actually cum, and it made me super horny, like, even more than before."

"Oh Brat," he moans. "I'm jacking off to your ruined orgasm, and you don't get to cum again tonight." I whine and he laughs. "How does that make you feel?"

"I'm super frustrated," I mewl. It's pathetic, but that's where I am right now. "I wanna cum. Please, Sir, can I cum?"

Sir growls then moans. "Fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming." Those are the most sexually charged words I've ever heard and I want to cum so bad I can feel it in my teeth.

"Sir, I want your cum," I beg, out of my mind with need. "I want you to touch me."

"Soon," he promises, sounding breathy. "Be a good boy for me, okay?"

"Yes, Sir," I promise, unable to sit still I'm so turned on.

"I know you will," Sir says, and I know I will, now, too. It's so easy when Sir says it.

"I can't wait to see you again," I say, feeling really vulnerable and open right now, completely exposed. If Lee was here he'd be able to see inside me, I'm feeling that transparent right now.

"Me either," he agrees. "Soon. What days are you off this week?"

"Thursday and Saturday," I reply. "It changes, though, depending on what jobs are happening at the time. Doing wiring for a new house, so it's pretty easy when the walls aren't up and I don't have to crawl under an ancient house, but I have a hard deadline."

"Nice. Okay. Do you have plans, I mean, other than work?"

I shake my head, then realize he can't see me. "Not really. Usually meet up with Carrie for lunch on my weekday off, so that'd be Thursday. Other than that not really."

Lee makes a pleased noise. "Nice. Okay. Keep your Wednesday night open for me please?"

"Yeah, sure. Of course," I agree instantly. "I don't know if my results will be in by then, though," I follow up after a second for my brain to catch up.

"I didn't say anything about that, did I, Brat?" Sir teases.

"No," I whisper, biting my lower lip.

Sir laughs. "We don't need your test results back to punish you for coming last night, do we?"

"No sir," I mumble.

Sir laughs again. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"Me too," I whisper. Lee laughs and even though he's not here, I'm on cloud nine, though I don't really recall clouds one through eight. "Good night, Sir."