The Bad Boy BxB

Kinks (8)

Aiken

Let's meet again I texted Caleb the moment I figured he could be alone. I wanted to give him a break on this lovely Saturday, but I was getting desperate. I needed his beautiful body writhing beneath me, once more.

Come on, dude. Not again he complained in response. I felt bad for forcing him but, until he allowed me to without such leverage, I had no other options. I wished I did; I hated making him feel uncomfortable, but I was just so desperate today. I only hoped that tickling him would be enough to satisfy my lust.

Yes, again. I'm bored; I need you. Yeah, that was a pathetic excuse, but I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't ever tell him how badly I wanted to screw him.

Go fuck yourself.

Caleb

God, what a bitch. He's bored? What a pathetic excuse to fucking torture someone innocent. And, with that memory card in his hands, I can't do shit about it. I can never refuse until summer is over, but what part? Summer vacation? Would he be giving me the card when school starts up again, even though neither of us is going back to that dump? Or would he be waiting until the end of the season? Oh, I hope not the second one. I can't deal with an extra month of this bullshit.

Aiken

"I don't want you here," Caleb stressed when he opened the door to me.

"I know you don't," I answered, stepping in regardless.

"Please," he begged, looking into my soul with those sad, puppy eyes. It broke my heart to be doing this but, if I didn't, I would be in absolute agony. I wouldn't be able to satisfy myself on my own, and Dad had accidentally put Caleb's sock in the laundry thinking it was mine, so that was out... "Don't do this to me. You have a life, don't you? Go... Take a video. I don't know. Just leave me out of it."

"No can do, I'm afraid. I lost the battery for my camera. It'll turn up soon, but..."

"I'm not even joking, I will buy you a new battery if you go away."

"That's tempting," I teased, "but this is better than recording some silly video."

I held Caleb's hand (which I was shocked he let me do) as I led him to his bedroom to get this started. I already loved what I saw; a tight tank top and thin ankle socks. It was already exciting me. I needed Caleb right now. I needed this session. Maybe I would just have to skip next week to give him a break. I had no intention of making this weekly; I really had intended to only do this two, three, four times. Maximum. But, what can I say? Caleb is amazing.

It took less persuasion to convince Caleb to lie down, this week, which I was glad for. If he argued too much, what could I ever do? I needed this, but I couldn't be mean to him. Lucky for me, I wasn't faced with that difficult decision. He was listening to me quite easily.

However, a problem arose when I got out the rope for his feet.

"No," he ordered forcefully, moving his feet away from my hands when I reached out.

"Caleb, come on. I promise I won't be too mean," I said in a babyish voice, hoping to sound cute - and convincing.

"No fucking way. Not now." 

"Caleb, I didn't even bring my bag! Did you notice? I have nothing; no tools at all. I promise I'll be kind. It'll be okay," I tried to convince. He stared at me indecisively for just a moment before, thankfully, returning his feet to where I could reach them.