A long time had passed, and I was still in the same position, in the same state. Even though Carl had walked away, his intention and the suspense kept me hard. And now my dick was starting to hurt.
I considered getting up and walking out of the room, to find him, but I knew better. BDSM can get really kinky and even painful, and the last thing I want is to end up in a hospital because of really rough sex.
The apartment was awfully quiet; I kept my ears alert for any obvious sounds that would let me figure out what was happening, but there was nothing.
After a while, I started looking around the room. It had light blue walls, with white furniture. There was a red sofa in one corner, with lot's of paperwork on it. This must be his room, I thought to myself.
I looked around for another five minutes, noticing things that I hadn't at first glance, when a voice called my name. The very voice I wanted to hear right now.
"Erik, do you want to come over babes?" Carl sounded like he was talking to a five year old kid, but I knew his intentions were different.
I struggled to get off the bed, rolling off it, and walked to the direction of where I thought the voice came from. Also, that was the only other place I had been to in this apartment. The living room.
Carl was sitting on a sofa, wearing nothing but his boxers, watching TV. Funny how I didn't hear that, I must have been too dizzy to notice.
My thought only reminded me of my throbbing erection, and I scrunched up my face.
"Is there anything wrong love?" Carl asked in the same tone he used before, and I shook my head.
"Well then why don't you come sit next to me?" He said, patting the space next to him.
I went and sat next to him, while he nuzzled into my neck. Fuck, why is he making things so difficult!
He started kissing my neck gently, paying no attention to the TV anymore. He climbed on top of me, his hands sliding around my waist. As soon as he grabbed my dick, I thought I'd lose it. But thankfully he whispered something in my ear that brought on relief.
"Erik, I want you to let yourself go, right here, right now." Carl said and began sliding his hand around my dick. About two seconds later, I arched my back and cried in agony as my white liquid splurted all over Carl's hand. I fell back into the sofa as soon as I had emptied myself, panting loudly.
Carl gave me a light peck on the lips, pulling me in for a hug.
"You did well," he said, soothingly. "You did really well babes."
Carl picked me up and carried me to another room further down the hall while I buried my face in his neck. He gently lay me down on the bed and climbed in the other side of the bed too. He rolled over and put his arm around my waist; spooning me. Aww, sweet little biscuit!
I fell asleep listening to Carl hum sweet nothings in my ear.
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A/N: filler, I know...hate on me idc I deserve it...didn't update for ages and then this is all I give?!? Shame on me.
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