Control (Boyxboy)

Chapter Four: Wet Dream

He leaned down slowly, his breath tempting my ear in such a way I felt aroused already. I felt frozen in time - unable to move or speak like a statue at a museum calling out to people in a silent manner. He was pressing himself on me so I could feel his warm body against my back. The hot breath that hit my neck gently coaxed me to submit to him in every way possible.

The crop in his right hand was dragging down my bare back slowly, teasing with his sharp taps. That very same hand stopped only to rest on my lower back just above my ass in a tease. I shivered, the cold floor beneath my knees was not cooling me down in the slightest. "You've been a very bad boy, Benji," the deep husky voice of a man said, making me tremble in anticipation.

"I-I'm sorry, Master!" my heavy voice full of tears broke out into the cold room.

He smirked at me, still circling my exposed body with the crop in hand. He dragged it down my open thighs, but didn't even touch my aching member that craved the most attention from him. He gave a light tap to the inside of my thigh while tsking his teeth.

He sat back on the bed resting his hands on his thighs, a simple expression on his face. "Over my lap, Benji." he said and I was quick to lay over his legs wanting to please as soon as possible. I shivered but instantly relaxed when I felt his hand on my back, rubbing my ass before he moved me around a little. He raised his hand and the next thing I knew—

I cringed hearing my alarm go off, swinging my arm toward my night stand in hopes of turning it off. I turned over on my stomach and smacked the snooze button on the nose. I groaned brushing my eager hard on against the mattress, knocking over Emery's very graphic porno magazine to the ground. I gotta stop reading Emery's crap before I go to bed, but it was the closest thing I was getting to a sex life.

Freezing in my spot, I tried to remember the wet dream I know I had but I couldn't quite remember. When I was about to give it up and just make my way to the bathroom I was more than petrified when a bunch of images flashed through my head. After knowing this and thinking about my "dream" that just came back to me I was surprised I didn't scream like a little girl and hide under covers in embarrassment. Instead, I swung my legs over the bed and proceeded to the bathroom where I would "fix" my little problem.

After splashing some water in my face I hopped in the hot shower so I could proceed to get rid of my hard on. Not to mention I had to stay quiet because I know Em was a light sleeper and he didn't have class until eleven, unlike me. I wasn't sure why that made me so turned on and it was even a little funny on how ironic it was. I was happy to say that I couldn't remember who was my "Master" in the dream. All I remember was that he had a deep but smooth voice, one that made me shiver now even as I was awake.

Is it really normal to be thinking that? Not saying that Em isn't normal but at least he doesn't have to dream about it to become true! I mean he has Michael and I know I'm lonely and all but dreaming that makes me seem pathetic and needy.

I stepped out from my shower with red burning cheeks praying that Em didn't hear me. Em wouldn't care I guess if I took things into my own hands(literally) but would no doubt make fun of me.

The only thing I could do now was pretend it didn't happen and act like everything was perfectly normal. That I wasn't some sex deprived man needing to dream about someone dominating me to get me so flustered.

I pulled on some clothes that were probably Em's and headed for the kitchen to get some sort of food. Bonus side of Em having Michael as boyfriend was that there was always good food in the house. Not that I'm leaching off them, I'm just eating what's provided that's all. My jobs paycheck only stretches so far and I can only pay for half of the rent, my phone bill and school. Em understands that I have no one except him and helps me out a lot.