Timestopper Ch. 17: Don't Cum Yet

"You gonna be a good boy and wash it down?" Dion asked in that dominant voice he had that was simultaneously cruel and caring.

Any other morning Zach would've been hesitant, but as crazy horny as he was he'd have been up for whatever Dion wanted to do. He answered by locking his lips around Dion's dick, and staring up at him expectantly. Dion smiled.

Zach could feel it coursing up Dion's penis before it burst onto his tongue. The initial blast of piss quickly filled his mouth before Zach started swallowing, sucking it down like Dion's dick was a straw, the taste that might've been overpowering on a normal day pure fucking sweetness for Zach's cum drunk brain. He kept swallowing till the firehose became a stream and finally a dribble. When it stopped Zach's tongue explored Dion's slit to get every last drop.

"Urgh, I fucking love you so much," Dion grunted as he rubbed his eyes and looked down at Zach still sucking away at his soft dick.

Zach finally pulled off and as he kissed and licked Dion's dick he asked, "So, I can get off?"

Dion grinned and grabbed Zach under the armpits and pulled him on top of him and they started making out. Then he flipped Zach over and held him in his arms as he slowly started stroking Zach's dick. It felt so good Zach couldn't help but let out a loud moan, so Dion reached over to the ground and picked up the boxer briefs he'd worn the day before, shoving them in Zach's mouth.

Which brings us back to where we started: Zach flopping against Dion as Dion's hand relentlessly stroked Zach's dick, occasionally whispering in his ear "Don't cum yet."

As the sun started to peak through the blinds and Zach almost sounded like he was choking he was so out of breath, Dion's hand slowed down but kept holding Zach's dick, enjoying the constant drip of pre rolling over his knuckles.

"Think we've teased you enough for the morning?" Dion whispered in Zach's ear. Zach groaned through the underwear and beat his fist against Dion's leg.

"You know you are so sexy like this," Dion said, "Desperate."

Zach tried to say fuck you as he strained against Dion's body but it came out as nothing but garbled noise. Dion took the underwear from Zach's mouth.

"Fuck you," Zach immediately said, which made Dion laugh.

"If you want to, but I'm still not letting you cum."

Zach stretched on top of Dion, his balls starting to feel unbearably heavy, "D you don't understand, I fucking have to cum."

Dion nibbled on his earlobe, "I'm pretty sure I get to choose when you cum don't I?"

"Yeah, I know, but... Dion come on. Please. I'm literally going crazy here."

"I know, it's hot as fuck," Dion laughed, giving Zach another light stroke and making him gasp. Zach's dick almost felt alive in his hand as it pulsed and twitched and jumped but resolutely refused to shoot.

Zach almost felt like he could cry, "Dion, seriously, it's just, it's too much, please, I'm begging you."

Dion let go of Zach's dick and pulled his arms around him, "Tonight, ok? I promise. Just a little bit longer for me."

Reluctantly Zach nodded.

Dion kissed his cheek, "Good boy. Let's take a shower, cold one may do you some good." Then he looked at Zach's neck, "And sorry about the hicky." Even through his blue balls and frustration Zach couldn't help but grin.

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The shower didn't do any good. Even when Dion backed out of it and made it ice cold for Zach his boner wasn't going anywhere, and worse than that it wouldn't stop leaking pre. He was starting to understand why he'd barely gone an hour without getting off since he got his magic dick.

When they returned to Dion's room Dion tried to hide his amusement as Zach went through the small wardrobe he'd started keeping there. Every pair of jeans, that usually were just loose enough to hint at his bulge, might as well have been leggings the way his erection pushed against them.

"You see what you're putting me through?" Zach asked as he buttoned his third pair of jeans, gesturing to the huge bulge that snaked across his waist.

"Oh no, everybody will see your massive penis, cry me a river," Dion laughed, "You've got more options in your dorm, you woke us up at the crack of dawn, plenty of time to pick something else out."

"Do you have like a hoodie or something I could wear? Just to cover up?"

"Nothing that doesn't have our letters on it, and if a brother catches you wearing them a boner will be the least of your problems. Hell, Jack may paddle me if he catches you."

"Urgh, fine, I better get back then," Zach said, trying to adjust himself as best he could.

Dion took Zach in his arms and smiled down at him, "I love you. You know you're turning me on so fucking much right now."

Zach's dick took over his brain again, and he wrapped his arms around Dion's neck and went right for a sloppy French kiss as his dick strained through his jeans to rub against Dion. Dion kissed him back for awhile, his hand reaching down to gently tease Zach's dick, then he pulled away, wiping his lips as he chuckled.

"That was mean of me, you got a long day ahead. I'll see you at rehearsals, ok?"

"Fine," Zach scowled at Dion's grin and turned on his heel out the door. Before he slammed it behind him he turned around and said bitterly, "I love you too," leaving Dion laughing as he rushed out of the house.

The moment he was sure there was no one around he paused time. Zach gave his dick a squeeze and smiled to himself--time for a day at HQ.

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In the months since Zach got his watch he had developed a somewhat elaborate schedule for his days. At heart, though, it was simple--Zach went through most days multiple times. What made it elaborate was how he spent the first day.

Zach stepped out into the street and stripped off his jeans, throwing them over his shoulder and letting his dick hang loose. Then he started sprinting. Even after all this time in watch world Zach still found the ability to sprint at full speed without effort exhilarating. It felt like flying.

Zach sprinted out of town and along the country roads, occasionally admiring the frozen deer foraging along the roads or the birds caught mid flight, but mostly focused on his destination. The small, isolated ranch house was a little over 3 miles from campus, but Zach reached it in no time.

Zach waited until he was inside and the door locked behind him before he restarted time, then he flipped the nearest switch. Music started playing and ceiling lights turned on low, revealing the ultimate bachelor pad. An 85 inch tv dominated the living room, a single huge and comfy recliner in front of it. On one side of the recliner was a small table covered in controllers and a beautiful glass bong, on the other side was a mini fridge packed with beer and soda. Along the other walls were huge completed Lego sets, puzzles, posters, comic books and collectibles, and in one corner an old Phantom Menace pinball machine. But Zach disregarded the living room and headed back to his command center.

"Hey Siri, it's Ferris Bueller's day off," Zach said, stripping off his remaining clothes and plopping into the top of the line gaming chair in front of 3 large displays. Siri answered quietly over the surround sound, "Done."

"Ferris Bueller's day off," was the command for Zach's automated program to contact friends and teachers with various excuses as to why he would not be in class or in contact for the day. Teachers he just told he had a horrible stomach bug, but apparently he had too good of friends because no matter how contagious a cold he claimed they'd always try to stop by and check on him, so for them he came up with a story about needing to suddenly visit a great aunt on her death bed. The replies started pinging on Zach's phone, but he ignored them, instead pulling up his computer notifications.

Zach had never been particularly interested in computers, but with all the time to figure them out and the power to walk into any IT department he'd learned enough to commit extensive crimes. He had remote access to the internal communications of the college's public safety department, as well as the local police department. He had a live view of the school's security cameras, and a few dozen cameras of his own.

One stream caught his eye, the spy cam he'd set up in Nick's room. Nick seemed to be well into his own morning routine: his little frat brother was blindfolded, sitting in Nick's chair with his hands tied behind his back, as Nick's head bobbed up and down on his dick. Zach turned on the volume for the feed and immediately felt his dick shoot a rope of pre as he was greeted by the sound of the freshman jock's moans and Nick's sucking lips.

"Oh fuck you can't get enough, can you bitch? Suck out Daddy's load like a good girl you fucking slut," the freshman said, thrusting his hips into Nick's mouth and making him choke.

After his free use night Nick was sufficiently motivated to find some dick on his own, and he quickly settled on a freshman who was, incredibly, dumber than Nick himself. Nick told Pat (coincidentally Sean's absentee roommate) a chi o sister was totally desperate for cock, but she didn't want to be obvious about it. She'd offered Nick on demand blowjobs if he found her a pledge she could blow every morning, and so long as the pledge didn't know who she was. Pat agreed immediately, and after a little song and dance where he'd pretend to leave the room after he set Pat up Nick would get on his knees and blow the freshman to completion.

"Oh fuck, fuck, swallow it you fucking whore," Pat grunted as Nick buried his head on Pat's dick, dutifully swallowing his load.

"Oh fuck baby, you do that so fucking good," Pat said, spent and sounding half in love with his mystery girl while Nick took his time on his knees, rubbing his caged cock as he kept his lips wrapped around the freshman's dick.

Zach laughed as he wrote down the time he would need to text Nick "12." Things were going along well in Nick's punishment and hopefully rehabilitation, but they were drawing to an end. Zach briefly rubbed his dick as he thought about his plans for Nick's last required loads, then minimized the stream and went back to checking his notifications.

Pretty quiet night in town. Police got Walt Sherman for a DUI, but Zach had already gotten him out of the last one. Apparently crashing Sherman's car into his garage door hadn't scared him enough to be more careful getting behind the wheel, Zach figured it was the court's turn. DPS had chased a few kids for public urination, but they got away. So nothing Zach had to deal with. There usually wasn't much going wrong in the area, but still--there hadn't been so much as a fender bender in town since Zach started his monitoring, and Zach had saved more than a few people from far worse than some whiplash.

Zach accessed his Bloomberg terminal and checked his accounts. The transfer from the betting website had finalized, and Zach couldn't help but grin as he saw total assets valued at $37,542,069. Zach had never thought he'd love football.

Zach checked his email, his eyes glazing over the legalese and numbers his lawyer and accountant sent him every day. Lot of words to say he was making lots of money and paying lots of taxes. Wonderful. He left the gushing emails thanking him for his anonymous donations to various causes unread.

Done with his chores for the morning Zach hopped up and made his way to the bedroom. His dick was demanding attention.

The bedroom was mostly filled by Zach's California king sized bed, covered in beautiful deep blue silk sheets. Zach had gone through a thousand samples to find sheets that were even nearly as soft as the ones he remembered in Vano's store, and even if they weren't that soft Zach's sheets were close. Across from the bed was a cabinet full of sex toys, but Zach didn't have the patience for anything fancy just then. He jumped into the middle of the bed and started touching himself.

Sometimes Zach wasn't sure which of Vano's gifts he preferred. Sure, the pocket watch was nothing less than a slice of godhood, but on the other hand--this dick.

Zach stared at it as it erupted another rope of pre. Zach still had a hard time believing it was actually his, expecting to see his 2" micro dick and not this 9" uncut behemoth. Zach pulled his legs behind his head and brought his dick towards his face, admiring it up close, licking his pre and letting it rub against his face as he smelled it.

He didn't think it had ever been this hard. Zach had edged plenty, but never had he gone days between loads like this, and his dick seemed to be at the breaking point, every vein in stark relief and a constant stream of pre dripping from the head. Zach put a hand to the tip and covered it in his pre, then started fingering himself as he took his dick in his mouth.

He tried to make it last, but he had to shoot so bad it was nearly painful. With his tongue buried in his foreskin Zach let himself cum.

The first shot was like a blast from a firehose, the force surprising Zach so much his dick jumped out of his mouth. Then the orgasm kept coming, and Zach's dick shot his load all over his face not in ropes but in a single unbroken stream as if he were pissing cum. Zach's whole body shook as the load went on and on, soaking Zach's face and hair and bed. It eventually slowed to a stop, and Zach collapsed into the sheets, passing out.

Zach woke up several hours later, dried cum crusting his eyelids shut and sticking his hair to the bed. He stumbled blindly to the bathroom and into his shower, a beautiful walk in with a head that dumped water like a waterfall and jets that hit every inch of his body. Easily his most expensive extravagance, but probably Zach's favorite. If not for the chance of Sean seeing him naked Zach would never bother with his dorm shower.

Even as he washed the cum from his face and hair Zach felt his dick getting hard again at the thought of Sean. When he closed his eyes he could see Sean staring and grinning at him out of the shadows, his naked body glistening gold in the floodlights again.

Unlike most of his freshmen friends, Zach hadn't been seeing any less of Sean since he started dating Dion. If anything they might've been spending more time together, with how close Sean and Dion had become. The big and little would text each other memes all day, and then most nights they'd either have dinner together, smoke weed together, or both. But there hadn't been any more blowjobs.

Zach turned off the shower and dried himself off. He walked back to the living room and lounged in the recliner, turning on a video before packing the bong.

"I mean I've never done it before. I might suck." Sean's voice came through quiet and grainy but clearly audible as he and Dion framed the video next to each other on the couch.

"Well that's all you'd have to do." Zach ripped the bong and watched Dion and Sean laugh while their knees started rubbing together. Zach's dick was fully hard by the time he finished the bowl, and he started gently stroking it as he watched the scene play out.

Zach had known something happened the minute he and Chris got back to the house. Dion and Sean were both acting a little strange, and they seemed way, way more tired than they had when Chris and Zach had left them alone. Zach didn't hesitate to turn back time and go on his hike again, but the second time he left his phone to record a video of the living room from the shelf below the tv.

When he finally watched it Zach didn't know how to feel. At some level Zach knew he should be angry. He could literally hear them talk about betraying his trust, and then just throw it aside as Zach's best friend, barely out of the closet, got on his knees for Zach's boyfriend, at his boyfriend's invitation no less. After a week of incessant "I love you's" Zach knew he should be fucking furious with Dion, and choking on the knife Sean put in his back.

But he wasn't. Zach cared more about how they talked about Zach's ass, or the way Sean grabbed his dick as Dion described Zach fucking him. He was too turned on seeing the two of them stroke each other's dicks, or the way Dion coached Sean through the bj to be upset.

So he slept on it. And when they all woke up in the mid afternoon that Sunday, the way Dion looked at Zach dispelled any worries. Dion's eyes had a way of pouring out his feelings, and Zach couldn't doubt for a second that Dion was utterly devoted to him. And with that as his rock it was easy enough for Zach to rationalize Sean's actions: they had all been off and on horny all night long; they were all drunk and twisted; Sean was in an emotional situation; and Zach really did believe it was a big/little tradition, not just Dion trying to get some head--after all, Zach knew the SAE pledges had to do the same, and not just for their big.

So Zach took the blowjob at face value--a bonding and trust experience between big and little frat brothers. Nothing had happened since to suggest it was anything else. Zach had read their texts, and even set some spy cams just to make sure. As far as he could tell Dion and Sean had never so much as referenced it since. More than anything, though, what made Zach feel secure in his relationship with both guys was the fact that their favorite topic seemed to be how hot Zach was on a given day. An ego boost like that could help Zach forgive a lot. Even if it confused him in other ways. Sean had confused Zach a lot recently.

Zach paused the video of Sean and Dion and switched to another, one he took with Sean's own computer. Zach's friend was staring at his computer screen biting his lip as he jerked his huge dick, his other hand going between his legs and fingering himself. He was watching a porno of some blond and dark haired twinks messing around in a college dorm room. Zach loved watching Sean's face as he got close, the way he pulled in his lips and curled his eyebrows. He watched Sean's balls pull up before he shot his load all over his chest, some even hitting his chin. Zach's own dick started leaking pre in earnest again, but his mind was on more than the video.

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Sean broke up with his girlfriend about a week after they got assigned their big brothers. That night he texted Zach at 2am, asking if they could talk. Of course Zach was up.

"Heyyyy, buddy," Sean said a little too loudly as Zach quietly came into his room through the bathroom. Sean had a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand, and he'd obviously done some work on it as he swayed slightly on his bed, lit only by the streetlight outside his window. Sean held up the Jack, "Want some?"

"Late night nip sounds nice," Zach said, trying to hide his concern at his best friend being drunk and alone at 2am on a weeknight, "What's the occasion?"

Sean patted the bed next to him and Zach sat down. Sean grabbed a glass from his bedside table and filled it, before handing Zach the bottle. "I'm single," Sean said, chinking his glass against the bottle and swallowing it in one go. Zach took a swig from the bottle then held it between his legs as he glanced over at Sean.

"I'm sorry or congratulations?"

"Whelp, that's the question isn't it," Sean said, taking the bottle from Zach and filling his glass again.

"What happened?"

Sean sipped his whiskey, "I told Emily I didn't want to be in a relationship any more."

"Why?"

"Cause I don't," Sean said brusquely. Zach gently took the whiskey bottle from Sean's hand and had a swig.

"And how'd she take it?"

Sean gave a bitter laugh, "Not well. Or very well, depending on how you look at it. She cursed at me, called my piercing faggoty, admitted she let a lax bro at her school fuck her in the ass. I'm not sure that last bit's true though. She may've just said it to say it. She wasn't like herself." Sean swirled his whiskey around in his glass, avoiding Zach's eyes.