Chapter 5 #2
The video cuts off sharply with just the caption I miss you.
Fuck. I can’t have access to this. I feel like he’s a drug that I can’t quite quit. And now I’ve trained myself to get hard from just the sound of his voice or a flash of sweaty skin.
Another chat comes through.
Magnus: I want to see you.
I’m aching against my pants. My nipples peaked through my thin t-shirt. I could rub one out and he’d never know. I can just save the video and block him, but Jesus, I want him to see me. I want to feel dirty and sexy, and I want him to come because of me.
It happens slowly, then all at once. His confidence threads through every line, leading me like a leash.
Magnus: Take your clothes off.
I strip off my clothes, silently glad I’ve been pushing myself so hard at practice. My muscles are cut and hard, the V to my dick deep and pleasant.
I send Magnus a photo of me naked in the bedroom mirror, my cock hard from his playful video.
Faceless photos. Nothing that could trace back to me if I came to my senses. Just enough to show him I’m listening, that I’m here. That I can’t stop.
Magnus: What a dirty boy...
Magnus: God, you’re so hot.
Magnus: Send me a video of you touching yourself slowly.
It’s like he’s here whispering in my ear, leading my hand.
I sit on my bed, glancing at the drawer that has my lube and... other private things. I’ve never done something like this before. If someone were to hack into my socials, this could fucking ruin me.
Magnus: You’d better send it before I send this sexy picture to Kyle’s DMs, baby.
Alaric: Don’t!
Magnus: Then show me what I want to see.
I lean back against my pillows, pressing record on my phone. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I squirt some lube onto the shaft of my dick, gasping from the cold sensation. I wonder if he would like to hear me make some sounds.
I begin to rub myself slowly as he instructed.
“Mm,” The sound rips from my mouth like I’ve never been touched before. But knowing I’m making this video for him makes me even harder.
My hand warms up the lube enough that I start bucking into my own hand. I send the video before fear takes the opportunity away.
Magnus: Fuck, I need you.
Magnus: Set your camera on your bedside table if you have one.
Magnus: I want to see you finger yourself.
Alaric: No way!
Magnus: Turn your face the other way. Just let me see your ass.
Magnus: Please, Alaric.
I don’t think Magnus and please have ever been in the same sentence before. But the fact that he’s saying it for me...
I set the phone against my lamp, careful that it’s angled so that nothing in my room except my skin can be seen.
I set the self-timer, coating my fingers in lube.
I slowly press my middle finger into myself, groaning as I arch my back towards the camera.
I’m so nervous. What if I look like an idiot?
I bury my face into the mattress as my other hand begins stroking my cock.
“So good…” I groan.
I add another finger into myself, wishing it were Magnus’s cock, tearing me into two. I’m too tight. I haven’t been fucked in what feels like forever. Sex isn’t something that I like to focus on. It’s wasted time that I could be on the ice, but now it seems to be the only thing I can think of.
Wet shameless sounds begin to fill my bedroom until I’m right on the edge. I want to come so bad, but he didn’t tell me I could yet.
Fuck, I’m already so whipped I’m waiting for his instructions. I stop the video, breathlessly, sending it over to him before I can have second thoughts.
We do this for almost an hour. Magnus telling me what to do while rewarding me with his own dirty videos and pictures. Every time I send one, I tell myself it’s the last. And every time, he pulls me deeper.
The apartment is quiet except for the sound of my breathing, which is sharp and uneven. The buzz of my phone vibrates against my thigh with each new reply. The screen glows in the dark, Magnus’s words burning into me.
I can’t wait to fuck you.
I bet you would feel so tight around me, prince.
Show me how hard you got for me when you were with Kyle.
Say my name nice and sweet when you come in the next video.
By the time I finally put the phone down, my body is shaking against the bedsheets like he was here to fuck me. My lips are bitten raw. Shame presses hard against my chest, but underneath it—something worse.
Want.
I drag a hand over my face, exhaling into the silence. I should feel in control. Instead, I feel claimed.
My phone buzzes. I open the message to see a picture of Magnus’s hand covered in his sticky white seed. Show me the mess you made.
I lift my phone with shaky hands, covering my face with a pillow. I snap a photo before sending it in our depraved chat room.
Magnus: Fuck, Alaric.
*Photo Saved*
Alaric: WTF, Flint?! Delete that.
I’m fully naked. Streaks of cum littering my abs and pecs. My whole body is flushed in the picture, my nipples peaking against the cold air. God, this is so embarrassing.
Magnus: Nope, that’s for me when you’re busy. (;
Alaric: You’re sick.
Magnus: And you’re sexy.
Magnus: Sorry, I thought we were stating the obvious.
A smile threatens my lips.
Kyle kissed me tonight and made me laugh. He made me feel safe. And then I went and bent myself over and sent Magnus videos of me ruining myself for him.
I bury my face in my hands. “God, I really do need an exorcism,” I mutter.
But even as I say it, my phone buzzes again. Another message from him. And I know I’ll read it.