It’s strange; I knew this moment would happen one day. A change in the usual arrangement, a different calling, a new twist to our pattern.


A note waiting in my locker, unsigned of course, typed. Whom else could it have been from? Wait until after everyone else has left school; make sure no one sees you. Go to room 227 and wait for me there.


The rest of the day seems to last forever, anticipation burns my imagination. It takes all I have not to look at him during class, just the thought of him using me like the whore I am for him, redirects my blood flow. It would only take a moment to rectify my little problem, but my needs are not important and he wouldn’t like it.

The final bell rings and as everyone leaves class, I see him glance at me. I’ll be there; he knows I will because he said to be. If he doesn’t come, I’ll still be there come morning. But of course, that’s not how it will be--he’ll come. I’m his release, his outlet on the world. Everything he can’t allow himself to do or feel in the public eye...I’m his addiction. I’m the one he has total, complete, final control over. There’s no one to stop him, no one to tell him no. I gave him everything I had, my free will, my life...my death if he wishes it.

I still don’t think he fully realizes that one. If he asked, I’d die for him, if it would please him. I need him that much as well, I need his power over me, his dominance, for I am nothing with out it. That is my power. Only by giving it away do I have it.

I gather my things and head to my locker to drop off my books. Weekend, no homework. As I look making sure no one is around, I walk to the back of the school.

Room 227 is in front of me, door open so I walk into it. It’s really just an unused closet, small but clean. I sit and wait for him as told.

A few minutes later, the door opens again. He steps in, closing the door immediately behind him. One look from those blue eyes and I melt. I crawl over to him on my hands and knees. As I reach up to loosen his pants there’s a faint click of the lock, and a small hitch in his breathing. I smile slightly; he’s been waiting for this also.

He frees himself from confinement, just barely, giving me everything I need. Starting at the base of his swollen cock, I lick and tease the tender skin. Working my way from base to tip I flick my tongue around and over the reddened head cleaning off anything that has already started leaking out.

I look up at him, watching for the sign, as I gently suck upon his balls one at a time. When he tips his head down, eyes burning into mine I know it’s time. I run my tongue back up his length reaching the head again and impale my mouth on it. Slowly I suck him into me feeling his body quiver in pleasure.

Taking him in as far as I can at this angle I bring a hand up to pump the rest of his hardened cock. I squeeze at his flesh with both mouth and hand, sliding up and then back down the wet rod in front of me. I know he’s close, I can feel it but he pushes me away.

I cry out, frustrated. Why did he stop me? It’s my only purpose...did I stop pleasing him?

He pulls me up from the floor, noting the puzzled look upon my face. I go to speak, wanting to ask what I had done wrong, but he silences me with one finger on my lips. My lips part, just opening enough room for his finger to slip between them. I let my eyes close with my mouth as it wraps around the slim digit. Automatically I start sucking on it, so desperate in my desire to have him in me again.

The gnawing in the pit of my stomach grows bringing me closer to that final edge. I feel his other hand undoing the fastenings of my uniform, my eyes reopen looking at him.

I’ve never seen him this determined, never. Even in his attempts to defeat Yugi at Duel Monsters. There’s a fire there, where his usual ice-cold shell stands. I reach up to help him, knowing it’s impossible to undo these damn things single-handed.

He pushes them down out of his way, leaving me bare-assed. What a site I must be to him standing there...pants around my knees, jacket tossed in a corner, shirt wrinkled...my hair nearly flat, sweat drenched from the room, and still I suck on his offered finger.

As he reaches down with his free hand, a second finger joins the first between my lips. I nearly jump from him when I feel his touch on my skin. His fingers firmly wrap around my cock. My mind flies, it’s never been about me...why is he doing this.

I lose myself in the sensations, I hardly notice when we move from the spot. He pulls me along maneuvering me where he wants me to be.

I almost moan at the loss of his touch on my skin, but at least he’s left me his fingers still to suck. I'm pushed into the wall, the paint on them still smells fresh...no wonder this room was so neat.
A whispered question in my ear...have I ever? I have to tell him, yes but not since him. Not since our first meeting...I’ve been his body and soul since then.

He kicks my legs apart and back like a criminal getting searched by the cops. Then he shoves the finger I had been sucking on up into my ass. This time my cry breaks free, it’s been so long. I try to relax forcing myself to remember the pleasure that comes with this in the end. Just as I get used to the feeling of invasion, he moves pulling almost the whole way out then shoving it back in again.

The next time he adds his other finger stretching me even more. I push back meeting them as they force deeper into me. He twists his fingers around inside, poking and prodding me. I nearly fall to the floor as he hits that nerve bundle causing my body to twitch.

It’s harder to keep quite, my breath gasping now and I can’t stop the sounds coming from my throat. There’s a moment of emptiness as he removes his hand and at this time I can’t think of anything I want more than his thick cock pounding into me.

My wish is granted as I feel a cold slick sensation pressing against my ass. I’m glad he thought to bring something to ease the way...it would have been a bitch but I would have gladly had him fuck me dry like that, anything he wants.

He presses just the head into my tight hole and it opens to him as he slowly brings his body to mine. It’s too much for me, too slow. I force myself back upon him taking all of his cock into my ass.

Now he’s the one moaning, unable to move, as he’s never done this before. What must it be like for him...the warmth and tightness surrounding him, the firm smooth skin of my body against his? I squeeze my muscles together making them even tighter and he states to move. Pulling nearly out and then shoving himself back up into my body. It’s been so long since I was used this way; my head goes dizzy with pleasure. Every thrust brigs me closer to release as he hits that spot over and again. I reach up, wrapping an arm backwards around his neck, the only way I can stay upright.

He brings one arm down holding me across the waist as his other hand reach down and starts pumping my cock again. It’s too much for me to take, the twin pleasures throw me over and I come into his hand, my entire body shaking with the overwhelming release.

His comes right after mine, unable to withstand the spasms my body had gone into. We collapse to the floor, worn-out completely. I stare at the wall, noticing how in some places the older layers of paint still show through the newer thin coating. If I die right now, I’d be happy.