"See you at the games Freshman." (Maxley)

Bros a freak

Is somebody gonna match my freak?
Anyways Smut
like... CRAZY smut..
Anyways I've edged yall this long

Bradley's POV:

The movie was okay I guess, not as scary as I thought, but it was nice to be out with Max. We went back to the frat house and locked ourselves in my room, immediately jumping on my bed and connecting our lips.

As me and Max kissed, my hands came up and gripped his hair, trying to get as close as possible to him, one of my hands trailing down his body.
I know we had literally started dating like three hours ago, but I needed him. The amount of sexual fantasies I'd had about him had been keeping me all pent up, and I just wanted him to fuck me.

His lips parted from mine and he moved down to my neck, making me moan softly.
"Oh Max~" I whimpered as I began to slide my hands up his shirt.

"Mmh! Uhhh," Max backed from me a little, and I was scared it was going to be like last time... I was scared he was going to run away..
"I uhm, okay, before we have sex or whatever, I need to know like... what you are and are not into." He gives me a shy smile.

"Uhm... I'm not too sure... whatever you're into though!"

"Yeah.... I'm not so sure about that."
"Well... what are you into?"
"Uhmmm..."
"..Max?"
"Ok so like, you know like... BDSM?"

"WHAT!?"
"JUST LISTEN BRADLEY. Ok so.. its like, soft core BDSM okay? Not too crazy. .. I'm personally like.. a dom," he cringed at his own words, "and uhm.. you know.. I really like giving punishments and rewards. And like... ughhhh... like.. I don't know man."

He covered his face with his hands, burning red.
"Uhm.."
I looked down at Max's belt, imaging him slapping my ass with it. His hand wrapped around my throat as he forces me to look at him while he fucks me ruthlessly, him fucking my face, handcuffing me and binding me. Overstimulating me until I cry.
Rewarding and punishing me.

Kinda hot.

"Can we maybe try? Just to see how I feel about it?"
"If you really want to, but I'm really mean and hard about it."
"I can handle that... I think?"

He kissed my forehead, sliding off my hoodie.
"If you want to stop, you just say so, no safe word right now. Just say stop if you don't wanna do it."

I laid back, allowing him to undress me.
"Stay put." He got off the bed, leaving me naked on my mattress. He walked to my night stand, undoing the ribbon on the basket, and pulling a box of condoms from his pocket, as well as taking off his belt.
His slid his shirt off as well, and if I thought he couldn't get any hotter I was dead wrong. His waist was bandaged from his scars and injuries from the fire. God men look so hot when they're bandaged. Not to mention, he has nipple AND collar piercings. Dear god take me now!

I could feel my dick pressing against my boxers, grinding the air from any friction.
Max laughed, resting a hand on my stomach.
"Someone getting desperate?"
His hand glided down to my crotch, cupping my bulge.
"Go on, keep grinding."

I whimpered and covered my face as I continued to grind into his hand.
Moaning softly as I could hear him shuffling around next to me.
He started to move his hand too, moving with my pace.

"Max~"
"Yes baby?"
"Hah~ please.."
"Please what?"
"I- I don't know.. just.. just touch me~"
"I'm touching you right now aren't I? Is this not enough?"
"No.. touch me more~"

"Whats the magic word?"
"Please!"
"Please what?"
His teasing was making me ancey, I needed him to touch me.
"Please touch me more~" I gasped out breathlessly, my throat becoming dry and my heart pounding.

"Good boy~"
God it sent shivers down my spine. It made my heart burst and my tip tingle.
He took the ribbon and took my wrists in one hand.
"Sit up baby."
I sat up as he pulled my hands behind my back, using the ribbon to tie them behind me.