His Sweet Boy

Chapter 6

The boys are back! I know it took too long to post, and I have no excuses but here they are.

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Ben slammed the office door, then spotted the bathroom and shuffled awkwardly into it slamming that door for good measure.

Fucking hell. Eric was going to be the death of him. He was so embarrassed, how could he come in his pants like a middle schooler who just discovered porn. Sure, he didn't have much sexual experience, but he had self-control... At least he thought he did.

He hadn't planned it, the orgasm had kinda snuck up on him. Everything had been going great, the kisses had been drug worthy and that thrusting was perfect. He had been in bliss, and the next second a freight train hit him right between the eyes, making his vision go white for a second, and filling his boxer briefs with a warm flood of cum.

What made the whole situation ten times worse, was that the boy was wearing those damn maroon colored leather pants, which were so tight, it forced all that...liquid...up and around in places it really shouldn't be and squished as he had made his way to the bathroom. It was by far the grossest feeling Ben had ever experienced, and he never wanted to again.

The boy quickly unbuckled and unzipped the pants, fighting to get the tight leather down and off his hips. It was a struggle but Ben managed it, revealing a pair of hunter green boxer briefs that were soaked through with cooling cum.

"Eugh" the boy peeled the sticky gross undies away from his body and down his legs.

It wouldn't be enough to just try and wipe the...stuff away, the boy needed a whole new pair of underwear, fuck.

There was a gentle knock from behind him which startled a squawk out of Ben and made him hobble forward away from the door he was leaning against.

"Ben you alright in there?" Eric's voice came through the door muffled.

"Yea, I'm fine." Ben gasped, letting his heart settle back into his chest.

"You don't sound fine, Ben, what's wrong?"

The door handle jiggled and turned. The boy lunged forward and slammed the door closed as it started to open.

"No, don't come in!" the sub shouted, panicked.

"Ben?!" then gentler, "Sweetheart, what's wrong? You're not still embarrassed?"

"Of course I'm fucking embarrassed, it soaked through my underwear, they're ruined." Ben was in tears at this point.

"Baby, please let me in so I can help you."

"No." Ben croaked out.

"Ben, open the door now." the dominant voice came loud and clear from the other side.

The boy wasn't able to resist it, slowly opening the door and letting Eric see him with his pants and soiled boxer briefs around his thighs along with his tear-streaked face.

The giant figure stepped through the door and gave him a once over glance before focusing on the boy's face.

"Oh sweetheart, it's ok, baby. Come here."

Ben let out a wail and shuffled the two feet into those open arms and hugged the dom's middle, tight.

"You're ok, babe. It's alright."

"No, it's not, my underwear is ruined, I came like a 14-year-old and these pants are too tight!"

"Oh Sweetheart, it's ok. It's all easily fixed. We can get you out of those pants and we can always get you more underwear. And I find it very flattering that you came from what we did."