Starboy - Part 4

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I pushed Zander ahead of me, watching his butt tense as he took the stairs. This wasn't how I had planned to spend my Friday night, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining.

"Through there" I said, pointing to my bedroom door, and the interesting little nerd continued inside.

I hadn't expected guests so admittedly, my room was a little untidy. I fingered open the laundry basket and poked around inside until I found what I was looking for.

"Get on your knees" I smirked, pulling out two jockstraps, both of which were ripe and stained.

Zander followed my order obediently, his small cock remaining pin-hard as he stared up at me.

I took a whiff of the black one and grimaced. Evidently I'd worn that one a little too long, I hung it in front of his face and smiled deviously.

"Want a treat, slut?" I asked, and he nodded.

I held it closer to him, and as my stench filled his nostrils, a bead of pre-cum spilled from his piss slit and dribbled down his shaft.

"What would the guys at school think if they knew how much of a dirty little pig you are?" I sneered, pulling the jocks away as he leaned toward them.

"What would they think of you?" He smirked back, and my face flushed.

I grabbed Zander by the hair, yanking his head back as he winced, and slapped him firmly across the face.

"You talk to much, slut" I hissed, "time to use that mouth for better things".

He opened it without guidance as I stuffed the rank jockstrap inside. His pole twitching again once my flavour began to soak into his tongue.

"You like that?" I scoffed, and he nodded.

As Zander sucked on my underwear, I cleared the bed. I'd done this once before with my girlfriend, though she freaked out after just a few minutes and so the ropes remained hidden under my bed ever since.

"Lie down here" I told him, and he crawled onto my bed, his perfect, smooth ass pointing in the air.

"On your back" I added, swatting his butt.

A look of confusion crossed his cute face, but he obeyed and lay down with my jockstrap filling his mouth.

I stood at the end of the bed and dragged each of his legs down, spreading them apart and wrapping each ankle with rope before attaching them to the bed posts. I did the same with his wrists until each of his limbs were spread apart, bound in place.

"Now you're really fucked, aren't you slut?" I grinned, rubbing my hands together as his eyes followed me around my room.

"So you like when the guys humiliate you in school?" I asked, standing over him, and he nodded.

"You like having your head flushed down the toilet?"

Nod.

"You like the wedgies, the pantsing, the names?"

Nod.

"Damn, you are a little freak" I smiled, and pulled the jock from his mouth.

"Why don't you ever do it?" He asked, but I ignored him and took his wet tool between my thumb and forefinger.

Zander gasped as I did, his cock swelling and his hips thrusting.

"We're gonna' play a game" I told him, and slowly began to stroke his erection.

"I'm gonna jerk you off but you're not allowed to cum".

His eyes narrowed and he bit down on his lip as more pre-cum drooled from him.

"If you can make it all the way through, then you win. If you cum, then you lose".

His breathing became heavier as I sped up slightly.

"W... What happens if I lose?" He asked softly.

"You get to cum" I shrugged, and his brow lowered.

"Again and again, and again" I added, and his expression quickly changed, "so I suggest you do your best not to lose".

I leaned over and spat a mouthful of saliva onto his swollen cock, massaging it in as he purred and squirmed against the binds. I'd only recently learned about edging, and had practiced only on myself, but the idea of sexually frustrating Zander until he went mad from arousal was making my own cock pour.

After just a few minutes, his smooth body was slick with sweat and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. I hadn't given him a moment of let up, but we were just getting started.

I sped up, eliciting gasping moans from the young nerd as his hips bucked upwards. He was doing his best, his face scrunched in concentration, and at the exact moment that his orgasm began to build, I released him.

He groaned, his straining cock dancing as it twitched in it's own pool of juices. His body was stiff for a moment, before falling limp, his chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Nice work, slut" I grinned, trailing my finger down the sensitive underside of his cock, making him moan again. "Now it's time for round two".

I sucked my finger, pushed it between his legs and felt the warmth of his pink hole. He whimpered as I rubbed it.

With my other hand, I took his pulsing cock once more, stroking it again whilst pushing my fingertip inside him.

Zander gasped as I entered, more clear fluids trailed down his rod and he moaned out as my hands worked his slim body.

"I could do this all night" I told him honestly, "maybe even all weekend! Send you to school on Monday with your brain so horny that all you can do is sit in class and leak from your little dick".

His breathing was laboured now, and every muscle in his body seemed to be tensed. I felt his sphincter tighten around my finger, but I pushed it deeper regardless.

"I could get the guys to drag you into the toilets" I continued, pumping him faster, "strip you down so they could all get a good laugh at this pathetic little thing".

Zander's whimpering became louder, his hole became tighter, and I became hornier.

"Dunk your head into the nasty toilets, maybe even stick their big, meaty cocks inside you".

"Oh fuck" he gasped, and his body began to tremble.

I stopped instantly, his cock violently jerked and the look of despair on his face was priceless. The orgasm had barely reached his groin, and was gone in a second.

I left him there for a moment, waiting until all signs of cumming had left before sliding my finger back inside him and taking his cock again.

"It's about to get more difficult" I grinned, and pushed deeper as I stroked his aching rod once more.

Personally, I had never managed to get any further than two edges. The frustration was overbearing, but Zander would be the perfect guinea pig to test it out on.

It took only a couple of minutes before he reached the edge again. He moaned loudly, and it turned to angered groaning when I stopped abruptly.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked him, pre-cum now leaking down his sides, "don't forget what happens if you do".

His exhausted, sweaty face scrunched again as he considered it. Cumming would be the nicest thing in the world for him right now, but it would quickly be replaced with the pain and discomfort of repeated post-orgasm torture.

Zander shook his head eventually. Even in this state, he knew how awful things could get for him.

I grabbed his tool once more, and he groaned as I did.

It took less than a minute before Zander shook and pulled at his binds, and when I released him, he cried out in frustration.

"P... Please" he gasped,

"It's your choice" I whispered, squeezing the tip of his reddened cock.

Twenty seconds this time.

"FUCK!" He yelped, "just do it! Just let me cum!"

"You're the boss" I sneered into his ear, and began wanking him furiously.

He was close, so painfully close. I continued pumping him, feeling his body squirm and writhe under me. I could see it in his face, the powerful orgasm was brewing. Closer and closer it got, until finally he sucked air into his lungs, ready to explode from his cock, and I stopped and stepped back.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He howled, and I laughed as his tired, frustrated cock twitched comically in it's juices.

"I forgot" I shrugged, and took my second jockstrap, shoving it into his mouth, "I'm the boss".