Shared With The Team (Pretty Boy Shared #8)

Chapter 1

"Where are you?" Sir asks from the other end of the line. I can hear the highway in the background of whatever rest stop he must have pulled over at.

What state is he in today? How many miles separate us now? My heart tries to lodge itself in my throat, but I swallow it down, and force myself to speak.

"I'm at the library," I whisper into my phone. I'm breaking one rule (taking a phone call) while obeying another (whispering in whispers only zone). That even things out, right? Not that it matters. I have to pick up Sir's calls. Whenever he rings, I'm to drop whatever I'm doing and answer him.

It doesn't matter where I am, what I'm doing, or who I'm with.

Sir is my dominant. When he calls, I answer.

"How cute, a little study session. Such a good student."

Sir's voice on the other end of the line is liquid lust. Heat flushes across my face and rushes down my groin, making me twitch in my jeans.

Good thing it's near closing time and most of the library has cleared out.

I'm almost alone. Holed up at one of the study desks, surrounded by highlighted note cards and hefty textbooks.

Nobody is directly around to see me breaking a rule...or watch how I'm getting all hot and bothered out in public.

"Let's take a break," Sir chuckles. "Go into the restroom and get into a stall. Kneel here. Tell me when it's done."

I stand up from my chair, shoving my phone into the pocket of my jacket without hanging up.

I leave behind my bag and books. As I make a beeline for the nearest restroom, I pass a trio of jock-types at a group study table huddled around one of their phones.

They're all snickering at what's on the screen, probably watching something stupid. Or gross.

Their snickers break into boisterous laughter, their amusement slicing through the silent halls of the library. At least I'm not the only one breaking the rules. Library rules, that is. I obey Sir's rules down to the letter, entering the restroom, and walk to the very last stall.

The whole restroom is empty. Hopefully, it'll stay that way. My fingers shake with anticipation as I lower myself to the floor. I assume the position as instructed: on my knees.

My judgment of those jocks comes back to bite me.

I assumed they were watching something disgusting, yet look at what I'm doing right now. There's no maybe about me. I'm the dirty one. Obeying the orders of another man over the phone. Doing whatever he tells me to do. No matter how embarrassing or outrageous his demands.

The shame of it all, the dark depths of my own desires, makes me blush...and makes me so hard it hurts. I take a deep breath to steady myself before I fish my phone out of my pocket. Carefully, I hold it up to my ear.

"I'm doing it." I'm still whispering. "What now, Sir?"

"My pretty thing." I can hear the smirk in Sir's voice. "Never fails to amaze when you do as you're told. And you always do exactly as you're told, don't you?"

"Yes." I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. "I...I love obeying."

And Sir loves to do this.

He'll call from who knows where and tell me to go kneel or bend over. Usually, I'm in my dorm room when it happens, but sometimes he'll catch me out in public.

Like he has right now.

I can't wait to see what he'll do to me tonight. These little surprise sessions are always fun. It's a way to keep us connected and our relationship strong, even though Sir's trucking work and my studies keep us separated.

It's been almost two whole weeks since I've seen Sir face to face. Yet not a day goes by without texts or a call. He never leaves me alone. Not for long. And he's made...arrangements that keep me busy and leave me satisfied.

"Have you been good?" Sir asks. "Keeping your body pretty? Your belly fed? That brain busy? You're mine; you best remember that. I take care of what belongs to me. Gotta take care of yourself when I ain't there."

"I've been good, Sir. I promise."

I bite down hard on my bottom lip and press the heel of my palm against my crotch. I'm desperate for a little relief. I'm hot and hard all over. Even my nipples are visible through my white t-shirt.

"Prove it then. I wanna see how good you're being for me right now. Send a selfie and call me right back."

Sir hangs up on me.

I scramble to hold my phone and snap a photo of myself. Do I bother trying to make it sexy? Should I expose myself? No, best to just do exactly as Sir said. If he had wanted something specific, it would have been part of the order.

The first photo is blurry. Damn it, that's no good. I'll have to take a second one.

I stare into the little camera with an unblinking gaze and a small smile. I can't help myself. It feels like forever since I've gotten such special attention from Sir. Sure, we talk almost every day, either through texts or calls, but it's been a while since we've had proper play time.

I double-check the photo to make sure my second attempt is better than the first. Much better. Sir will see that I'm obeying him. The toilet is right there in the shot.

I hope he'll reward me. I was telling him the truth.

I really have been good since we were last together, but it hasn't been easy.

I just...I miss him so much. I don't know how people do long-distance normal relationships, let alone kinky ones.

With my heart pounding behind my ribcage, I send the selfie and call Sir back.

"You did good," he praises. "My good little plaything. Look at you. Kneeling there in the library toilets for me. Need it real bad, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I whisper as I hold my phone close and stare up at the ceiling. Hoping. Wishing. Praying. "I need you, Sir."

"Ain't you sweet?" he chuckles darkly and deeply. "But we both know what you really need right now is a hard, thick cock stretching out your hole. I know what you're like. Don't gotta play innocent with me."

Words won't do. I press my lips together and make a desperate little noise.

"This is why we got the shared use arrangement. You think I did it for myself? No, I did it for you. I'm lending out both your holes to your roomie and his friend because if I didn't keep you occupied, who knows what trouble you'd get yourself into."

I'm embarrassed to admit it, but Sir might be right. Ever since I met him...it's almost like I'm a different person. I don't recognize the guy I was before. Picturing my life before Sir boggles my mind.

How did I ever believe I was some straight vanilla guy? I could never live like that again.

"You keep me good, Sir. I want to be good for you. I've been so good for you." I know I sound like a broken record. Good, good, good. Yet it's the truth.

"Your roomie sends me updates on the daily about what he gets up to with you. Keeps you busy morning, noon, and night. Don't he?"

"Yes," I confirm. I'm nodding even if Sir can't see me. "Josh is...he's horny all the time. He has me blow him every morning and usually screws me before bed. Sometimes he orders me back to the dorm during lunch for a quickie."

Sir lets out a bark of laughter.

"College guys. Can't go a few hours without getting their dicks wet. Or their holes stuffed, in your case. Good thing you got roomed with a guy open to experimenting."

"Yes, Sir."

I'm lucky in a lot of ways. Lucky that I went to the club and met Sir in the first place. Lucky to have a Dom who doesn't mind sharing me. Lucky I ended up rooming with Josh, and he turned out to be so open-minded.

Lucky, lucky, lucky boy.

That's me.

I squirm in my kneeling position. The rough floor makes my kneecaps ache. Yet I don't sit on my butt or ask Sir to let me stand. He wants me to kneel, so I stay as I am.

"When will I get to see you again?" I finally ask, swallowing hard. My erection strains against my underwear and jeans.

"You'll see me when you see me. I still got some work to finish up."

Sir's long-haul trucking job takes him all over the nation for random stints. That means there's been no outings to the kink club with him. No visits to his house out in the countryside.

I've been stuck on campus. The only dick I've been getting has been Josh. Sometimes his best friend, Mason, comes over to our dorm. I'll happily service them together. One will use my mouth while the other takes me from behind. Or they'll take turns fucking me while the other holds me down.

Still, it's not enough.

"Please, Sir." I'm begging. "What do you want me to do?"

"You're such a dirty slut," Sir chuckles on the other end of the line. "Always gagging for it. Such a cheap, needy hole. You're lucky to have me. Else you'd be giving it away to any guy who so much as glanced at you. Ain't that right, Pretty Boy?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Bet you wish someone would walk in there right now. Bend you over the toilet and give you cock until you're screaming for them to dump a load into you."

It's such an awful thing to say...but it's the truth.

"Please," I beg.

"Touching yourself, ain't you? Naughty slut. And you said you were being good. Knock that off. Take that hand and shove your fingers in your mouth. Don't you dare stop until you choke on 'em."

Oh, fuck. I don't know how Sir does it. Dominating me long-distance. Making me obey him through only the power of his words. I'm helpless to resist.

I part my lips and slip two fingers inside. Slowly, I work them in. Deeper and deeper. I don't stop until my throat constricts around the invasion of my fingers.

Wetness gathers in the corners of my eyes. I gag. I don't bother trying to stop the pathetic noises I make. There's nobody else but Sir to hear me as I debase myself. Kneeling in the restroom and sucking my fingers.

Sir encourages me. "Keep going, slut. And don't be a pussy about it. You better be using three fingers."

I withdraw my fingers, panting, and add a third one. In they go. I open my mouth wide and suckle all three digits. Drool pools down my chin...and that's when somebody walks into the restroom.

Fuck.

I'm still on my knees, with three fingers shoved so far down my throat I'm practically tickling my tonsils.

I face the locked stall door, trying to stay quiet as Sir continues to dirty talk.

Thankfully he's not on speaker. My phone is glued to my ear as I watch a pair of white squeaky-clean sneakers stop in front of a urinal.

"Hm, I should get you a plug. Make you wear it around campus," Sir chuckles. I stay quiet, focusing on my breathing as I wait for this guy to do his business and leave. He must be one of the jocks.

"Why'd you go quiet, slut? Somebody else there?"

I let out a discreet cough to confirm Sir's suspicions. He just laughs while I stay kneeling and biting down gently on my fingers, listening to the other student relieve himself. I haven't been caught, but I'm soaked in shame. He washes his hands and leaves the restroom.

"Sorry," I tell Sir over the sound of the hand dryer as I pop my fingers from my mouth.

"Not you ain't. Don't lie to me, slut. I know what you're like. What you crave. What you need. You'd have been happy to have him bust into that stall and take what he wants."

I let out a meek little sound as he spins the dirty fantasy.

"Don't get too excited, you cock whore. You're at school, not the club. Not everybody there wants to free use your slut holes. Though I know you'd love that."

Yes, I would.

"Shove your jeans and underwear down. I didn't have you get your fingers wet for no reason. You're gonna shove 'em into your hole and give yourself a quick fuck."

Damn it. I need it so badly, and I'm so desperate to have something inside me.

My fingers won't be enough, but they're better than nothing.

With my thighs quaking, I reveal myself.

There's no audience here in the empty restroom, but I'm still in public, so I feel like I'm putting my body on display.

My untouched dick bobs in the air, a pearly bead of wetness slipping past the slit.

I ignore it as I reach behind me and tease my hole with my spit-covered fingers.

Spit doesn't make for great lube, but with my heightened state of arousal and Sir egging me on, I manage to ease my index finger inside.

"Ah," I pant, screwing my eyes shut as I shallowly fuck myself with one finger.

"Dirty boy," Sir purrs, obviously pleased with my obedience and slutty behavior. "I was gonna let you have a few days off, but I can hear how needy you are. Need a proper gang fucking, don't you?"

I nod my head helplessly. "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir."

"You need it all the time. Need it anytime and anywhere. From anyone who wants you."

I'm utterly shameless and entirely hopeless.

I moan as I fuck myself, aching to have a real cock inside of me.

I picture the guy coming back to the restroom to relieve himself in another way.

I imagine him finding me like this and realizing who I am and what I do.

That'd he know it's okay to bend me over and use me as he wants.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I daydream about him pushing my face against the tile while he pounds me into submission.

Though more than anything I wish Sir was there to do it to me.

That he was there to watch and direct as I'm used and debased by other men. Freely used. Openly shared. I need it. I can't live without it anymore.

"Desperate slut. Get your ass back to your dorm room. Make sure not to let anyone fuck you over on your way there, all right?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

I sniff and stand up, wiping my finger on the back of my thigh before I pull up my clothes. I'm still hard as hell, my pathetic dick straining against the cotton of my underwear.

"That's it. There's my good little submissive. You're my good boy. Good boys deserve a present, don't they? I'll get something special arranged for you."

Sir hangs up on me. Both my heart and cock are going crazy. The suspense of what he's prepared for me is going to end me. Before leaving the restroom and collecting my things, I take a moment to sort myself.

I wash my hands, scrubbing them with warm water and soap. I also wash some water on my face before I look into the mirror.

There's no helping it. I look like a hot mess. Just one phone call with Sir has left me with burning pink cheeks, and wide eyes. I look like a prey animal already in the jaws of the beast.

But that's okay.

I can already tell that whatever he's arranged for me tonight is going to leave me even messier.