Exquisite Torture

IX.

"Whatever you want?"

It was the only thing going through Tharn's mind after his time with Type.

If he had been trying to get Type out of his system he had failed. Nobody had ever said that to Tharn and meant it. Nobody had ever trusted him enough to give him carte blanche. Granted it had been said in the heat of passion and that would give Type plausible deniability but Tharn wasn't about to allow him to back out.

He was having a hard time containing himself at the prospect of what he could do with such freedom. But that was precisely what he had to do—figure out what was acceptable and what wasn't. If this was the reason most people couldn't stand to stay with him, then he had an even greater responsibility to Type.

He had given him explicit permission. Tharn had to be more careful with the gift he'd been given.

He took his time planning the scene. Whatever he did next would decide the direction of their relationship in the future. He wanted to take their play to the next level. To figure out exactly where Type's boundaries lay but he couldn't bring himself to even think of using his old toys with him.

That's how he found himself browsing his favourite sex shop for a new kit. Everything had to be new—unused. Once he had cleaned it and made sure it didn't have any defects, he would consider putting it in contact with Type's body. He deserved nothing but the best and the best was what he was going to get.

Tharn was heading home with his bag of surprises when he realized he should have asked Type to come along. It might have been scary or embarrassing to show him all the possibilities, but it would also have been a good teaching experience. An excellent way to build up the anticipation for all the things he had planned. Thinking about it sent the blood rushing south and he had to smile to himself. He had never felt so eager to play before.

He promised himself he would take him along another time. Until then, he would have to teach him other things. Tharn was even more determined to get Type to accept him and his lifestyle when he got back to the dorm room. Type sitting on his bed reading a book but the shy look he gave Tharn was enough to scuttle his plans of taking things slow.

"Do you have any games coming up?" He asked after surreptitiously storing the bag of goodies under his bed.

"This Friday," Type answered after a short pause. Then, like he could read Tharn's mind, he added, "But after that I'm free."

"Don't make plans for the weekend," Tharn commanded.

"What do you want to do?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Tharn dismissed. But when he saw the look of concern flash over Type's face, he softened his stance a bit, "You did say I can do whatever I want, right?"

Type swallowed convulsively, "Yes?"

"Then be patient."

He intentionally used his no-nonsense voice and loved the response from Type. He'd expected him to fight him on his demands but instead Type turned back to his homework and did a rather bad job of trying to look calm even though his breath was ragged and he had to adjust his sitting position multiple times to get comfortable. Tharn couldn't wait to see what they could do together. And if he could read Type's mind, he would have known his roommate was thinking the same thing.

~

The weekend arrived too slowly. It was like time stretched the closer they got to it and every hour lasted twice as long as the last. It was a testament to how eager they both were when Friday arrived and neither of them could pretend they weren't thinking about the plans they had for the weekend.

But Type still had to get through the friendly match between the sports science majors and the engineering majors. They made up most of the varsity football team so they were well matched. But the challenge was to find out if they could find loopholes in their strategies. Anything they found would go a long way to strengthening the overall team performance.

The match was tough. So well matched that they drew with no side conceding a goal. But their coach was happy and the team captain wanted them to meet immediately to go over what they had discovered.

"No way, I have plans," One of the other guys shouted and his voice was seconded by three others.

Type was glad he didn't have to say anything. He'd already noticed Tharn in the stands and he wasn't about to miss out on his chance to find out what had been in the bag he'd hidden under his bed. He'd been tempted to check but he wanted Tharn to be the one to show him.

But they had played all out and his body was aching. Even the really hot shower wasn't enough to soothe his overworked muscles. Perhaps postponing whatever Tharn had planned was better than coming to it when he wasn't at his best. But he discarded the thought as quickly as it showed up. He'd been waiting for this all week. He would endure whatever Tharn had in mind.

"Do you have plans? We can go for dinner then head to the bar," Techno offered as they left the changing room.

"No thanks...I'm kinda beat," Type said just in time to run into Tharn at the edge of the field. Whispering rather loudly to Techno, he added, "I'm going to get him to give me a massage."

"Shia...you lucky bastard. I ache all over. What have we been doing during practice if this is how it feels after one match?"

Lucky for him Techno didn't wait for a response. He ran to catch up with Champ and the other teammates leaving Type with Tharn.

"Do you really need a massage?" Tharn asked.

Type nodded. Suddenly shy about what he had revealed. And if he was thinking of what else Tharn might 'massage' while he was easing his tension, he wasn't hiding it very well.

"That's perfect," Tharn said, guiding him to his car. But he didn't clarify any further.

Type was left to imagine what he might mean for the trip home. For the walk up to their dorm room. For the next few seconds, Tharn stood beside him looking at their beds.

"Take your clothes off. Spread a towel over your duvet and lie on the bed facing down."

The instructions were clear and easy and Type sighed with relief as he complied. He took the time to fold his clothes in a neat pile as he took them off. He found the largest bath sheet and spread it over the bed before lying down on it. He could hear Tharn moving around but he didn't turn to observe him. Instead, he concentrated on keeping his breath even and his mind from wandering off into places he couldn't come back from.

The first touch of Tharn's hand on his skin made him jump.

"Hey...it's just me."

"Yes, Tharn...I know."

"Good. Now relax and let me take care of you."

Type had received many massages. It was part of being on the soccer team and one of the course requirements for physiotherapy. When they couldn't find volunteers, they worked on each other instead. But even with all that experience, he had never been massaged the way Tharn did it.

This wasn't just a massage. It was foreplay. But there was nothing fake about it. Tharn worked his muscles, rubbing through the tension until he was calm and soothed and oiled. Type moaned when his aching muscles are kneaded and squeezed because it hurt but it also felt good. He'd heard other students talk about 'sweet pain' but this was his first experience of it.

He wanted more of it. But he didn't want to give his desire away. So he stayed still. Breathing deeply even though he was so excited; deeply aroused. And when it really hurt, he didn't try to get away. He could feel himself get harder and try to hold his voice but he couldn't. He wanted more.