Chapter 36
Trent
So, the stalker has found my school email now. I can’t just change that, so I start a filter that puts all emails that they might send me into a folder labeled “stalker.” Then I forward that email to Magnus and to the detective in charge of our stalker case.
Trent, Trent, Trent. You should have listened to me. That poor boy was shot because you don’t know how to listen. Magnus is mine. Stop. Touching. Him.
I can’t imagine this is anything other than a man.
I’m not saying that women don’t have the capacity for this level of entitlement and person-owning shit attitude, but the likelihood of it being a man is so much higher.
One hundred to one in favor of it being a man.
Not that that helps us narrow down the suspect pool.
I start a live stream on our adult content channel.
I’m in our dorm suite, sitting on my bed, and I have my camera set up on a tripod facing me.
I’ve already tossed my shirt, but I kept my boxers on because the reveal is always a nice bump in comments for us.
Magnus is out at some faculty thing, so it’s just me today.
“Hello, subs,” I greet them warmly after a few minutes of being live.
It takes a bit for the notifications to go out and people to join me.
The numbers jump fairly quickly, so I start talking to them.
“Magnus is out tonight. He has a faculty meeting. Me? I’m doing this because it’s going to drive him nuts that I’m live and he can’t watch the show.
Apparently he watches every video I post. I’m not allowed to watch his, but I didn’t say he couldn’t watch mine, so he does.
I’m glad I haven’t been talking shit about him, and it makes me worried that maybe I’m not allowed to see his because he talks shit about mine. Just kidding; I know he doesn’t.”
The comments get very assuring that he’s done nothing but say kind things about me. Apparently they know he thinks I’m hot.
“It’s nice he says good things about me.
I’m sure you all saw the disaster of chicken carbonara I made the other day.
Burnt chicken was not on my bingo card this week.
You know what else wasn’t on my bingo card?
Getting an email from our stalker to my school email.
What the fuck, guys? It’s not ok to stalk people without their permission.
I will say this until I’m blue in the face: consent, consent, consent.
Always get consent for everything, friends.
Touching, looking, whatever. Ask permission.
It’s better to be rejected and have a clean conscience than it is to do something and need to ask forgiveness.
Do not be the lesson someone else learns.
Don’t be their trauma. Just fucking ask.
“And since you’re here, and I’m live streaming, I assure you, you have my consent to watch me get off, but I do not consent to you all coming after me in real life.
I owe you orgasms, not my time and energy while I’m trying to study or am on a date or whatever.
I love you all, you all are the best people on the planet, and I appreciate you all respecting my boundaries. ”
The comments start pinging with every sentiment from returning the love to anger about other people not respecting my boundaries to thanks.
They really are a wonderful bunch.
A few of them get a little huffy about being chastised when they’re here for the cock, but the rest of the community helps keep them cool, and the mods who’ve volunteered their time also give them warnings.
We keep this place chill, and I’m glad for it, even if we are having trouble with the stalker getting into our private communications.
They probably know us in real life to have access to all our contact info.
Magnus has our shit as locked down as possible, and he isn’t bad at that.
“Alright, alright, enough with the downer shit. Let’s get to the good stuff.
I need a good fantasy to put myself in. I hear that Magnus has been putting me in his fantasies, so I think turnabout is fair play, right?
He’s going to be so mad he missed this,” I laugh as the comments blow up with suggestions.
Magnus as your kitty slave.
Magnus giving you his ass for the first time.
Magnus sucks you off while we watch.
What if you were fucking him during a live show with us? I’d love to watch you fuck him live.
Alternatively: Magnus fucking Trent. I bet our boy loves a dick in his ass.
“I’ve had a girl peg me. I can’t say it’s something I want again, but a real dick probably isn’t as awful as unfeeling silicone.”
The comments continue with suggestions, but I’m already thinking of Magnus’s ass. “What if I’m fingering him while I get myself off? I think I could do that in my head.” I could do a lot more than that, but fingering Magnus is an existential experience worth beating off to.
The comments talk about it and agree to hear me out. There are some protests that I could do better, but I’ll give them a fantasy they’ll love. I mean, I’m talking from experience, aren’t I?
I rub my cock and smirk at the camera. “I’m already hard, so this is going to be easy… Well, unless I make it hard. You know I love a hard earned orgasm.”
Edge yourself!
There are about fifteen comments just like that all in a row.
I push my boxers off and sit with my dick in my hand, slowly running my hand up and down, using light pressure just to tease me as I set the scene. “Is this like sexting, but aloud? You don’t get to hate me if I’m bad at it, ok? Just go with it. We’ll have fun and get off.
“Magnus is lithe, isn’t he? He likes it when I make him get on his knees, and he enjoys it when I shoot off on him. I don’t mind the view. It’s a powerful feeling when your friend trusts you like that. He’s gorgeous on his knees, too.
“When he comes into my room, he never knocks, and this time he finds me naked, pulling on my cock because I’m horny.
Hornier than I’ve been since I first figured out what my dick was meant to do.
He’s surprised by my state, but he’s seen me naked a hundred times; we’ve masturbated together.
My cock doesn’t faze him, and he doesn’t leave even though he’s interrupting.
“He stands in the doorway watching, but I think he’d enjoy something else a bit more. I like having my hands on him. I learned that during spring break when I gave him a handy and learned the powerful feeling that accompanies watching him shoot off because I made him do it.
“I sit up–shit–” I reach over to grab a handful of lube and bring it back to my dick.
I need a smoother slide for this. Things are getting intense and the precum leaking out of me isn’t enough anymore.
“Shit. I sit up, staring at him. ‘Strip,’ I order him, and he immediately complies, because that’s Magnus, isn’t it? He’d do anything for me.
“As soon as his clothes hit the floor, I pat my thigh. ‘Give me your ass.’ I want it more than I thought I would. Magnus jumps to me, crawling in that clumsy way of his over my lap and giving me that ass like I already own it. Maybe I do. Who knows? Magnus doesn’t really know his own heart sometimes, you know?
He might realize he wants me, but he’s not going to know why until I tell him.
I’m not going to tell him today. Today I just want his ass.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to take his ass with my cock. I mean, probably, maybe someday. I’m just not there yet. Right now, a finger? That I can do.
“I cover my fingers with lube and stroke one over his hole. He shudders, because he’s going to love this. His ass is probably sensitive—he goes off like a rocket every time we shoot together. I bet I can get him off without touching his dick.”
I stroke myself several times, imagining it. “Yeah, I bet he’d like that, don’t you? I bet he’s going to love having his ass played with.”
The door to my room slams open, and Magnus stands there, flushed like he’s been running.
My eyes widen in surprise as he starts stripping out of the suit he left the dorm in an hour ago.
“Magnus?”
The notification on the comments go wild as I stare at my boyfriend as he pulls off his clothes. “If you’re going to talk about doing something so perverse, I think I should get to be a part of it, don’t you?”
I can’t help smiling as he drops his pants revealing his cock standing straight up to his belly button. “You want me to finger you for the first time live?” I indicate the camera. “They’d probably love to see this fantasy come to life.”
Magnus replies by scrambling onto my bed, laying himself on my thighs, and putting his ass right there for me to play with. “Finger me, Trent. I want your fingers.”
“Did you really leave your thing to come get your ass stretched?” I laugh, rubbing my hand over the plump globes in my lap.
“As soon as you started the live stream, I put an ear bud in and left the stream going in my pocket. I was out of there as soon as you started talking about a fantasy about fingering me. Like I would skip out on a new experience. Pfft. You know me better than that.”
God, he’s adorable. “I love you so fucking much,” I laugh, then look at the camera, because they should know, “I tell him that all the time because he didn’t know that friends could say that to each other when we met.
Don't get your trousers in a twist because I just confessed my love. Magnus has known since week three that I love him.”
Magnus wiggles his ass at me. “More fingering, less justifying our friendship. Come on. I ditched a fundraiser for this.”
“Did you invite your rich friends to watch me do this?” I ask, almost sure he probably did.
“Of course. I want them to see how hard I’ll work for their attention and money. They know what I’m after.”
“Jesus, Magnus,” I grunt, shaking my head and smacking his ass.
Magnus freezes and then twitches, and he looks over his shoulder at me. “Do that again, Trent.”
I look at the camera. “This is not part of the fantasy, but…”
I smack his ass again.
Magnus gasps, so I do it again. I’m not sure how we got to spankings, but this is something like French vanilla in the kink arena, so I’m not going to worry too much about alienating any of our vanilla subs.
I smack him twice more and he moans. “Harder, Trent. I think I need it harder.”
I glance at the camera before hitting him a bit harder. It sort of stings my hand, so I hope that’s as hard as he wants it.
He nods. “Yeah, like that.. More please.”
I comply, giving him about ten more smacks in a row.
He sounds like he’s about to come by the time my hand hurts enough that I don’t want to keep hitting him, so I grab the lube again, reapply, and press my middle finger into his hole.
He takes it like he’s been practicing, which I guess he has since I agreed to stretch him out every day.
He groans when I brush his prostate with my finger tip, but that stimulation isn’t really my first priority.
I’m going to give it to him, but he needs me to stretch him out first. That’s the whole point of daily O’s with my finger in his ass.
I shudder at the thought of having him on Friday. Sinking into his ass, connecting to him that intimately. It’s going to be amazing.
The audacity. I can’t wait to see what your intestines look like when they’re spilling out of you.