Sex in C Major

An engineer.

Daz was dating an engineering student.

Unkindly, Stefan had a split second of thinking that it was no wonder Daz was willing to fuck someone else. An engineering student? The guy had to be pretty dour, right?

Then Stefan shook the thought off guiltily. Daz obviously saw something in him. And maybe they were going through a rough patch, or they weren't very compatible in bed. Maybe the student had cheated before. But whatever was going on, Stefan was causing it. He was the other man in this situation, and he'd just followed his competition.

He felt sick.

Fuck, what was wrong with him? First being a freak by definition and injecting himself with drugs he bought online to feel remotely sane. Then he wanted a stranger to lock him in a room and use him like a sex doll. And then he followed that stranger's boyfriend and actively wanted to know when he wasn't around, so he could enable even more of the cheating that had happened yesterday.

Fuck, he was so fucking sick in the head.

Taking a deep breath, Stefan perched on a wall outside the building. He ran both hands through his hair. He had to stop this. He had to just forget about Daz. Take...take one problem at a time. He could find someone else to fuck him like Daz did. Someone who was single. Someone who was―

His pocket was ringing.

"What the "

Shit. It wasn't his phone, it was the one Daz had given him.

Stefan scrambled for it, heart pounding. To his horror, he realised his dick was already swelling, and his jeans uncomfortable.

"Where are you?"

Daz's voice was rough.

"Um, city centre."

"Busy?"

"Not...not really."

"What are you doing?"

He knew something. Stefan swallowed. Maybe he'd been home after all. Maybe he'd seen Stefan hanging around.

"Um. Nothing."

"Really."

It was laced with scepticism.

Stefan bit his lip.

"I, uh. I came by the house."

"What did I tell you yesterday?"

"Not to," Stefan whispered.

"So why did you?"

He couldn't tell Daz about his thoughts. About his drugs or the money or his crazy neighbours. He couldn't say any of that, because there was only so much freak Daz would take, and it had all gone away so completely yesterday...

"I wanted to see you again," he mumbled.

"And did you?"

"I-I saw your boyfriend."

"What?"

Daz's voice was harder. Colder.

Stefan bit down on his lip again.

"He came out of the house as I arrived. I didn't say anything! He didn't even notice me..."

"So why are you in the city centre now if you were on my street an hour ago?"

"I-I followed him."

"You followed him."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I-I wanted to find out about him. When...when he'd be at work. So I could maybe come over more."

"You think you can just show up whenever you want?"

"No. No, Sir."

"You think you're on a par with him?"

"No, Sir."

"You think you have a right to any of my time?"

"No, Sir."

"Tell me why I shouldn't hang up right now and drop you like a hot rock."

Stefan's gut clenched. "No!" The word escaped before he could stop it, and he took a ragged breath. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll never do it again. Never. I was stupid, I'll never do it again, never-"

"I don't believe you."

"I"

"I'll have to teach you a lesson. You better be a fast learner, because my lessons are not pleasant."

Stefan's breath caught. His dick began to throb painfully, and his palms suddenly felt sweaty. "What-what would you do to me, Sir?"

"I'd not have you in the house for it. Your house. And you'd not be leaving it until you'd learned your place."

Stefan's hand began to toy with the button of his jeans, and he glanced around frantically. There was nowhere to go. No bathrooms. He couldn't get into the engineering building. But fuck, he needed to relieve the ache.

"I'd take your keys, your phone, your clothes. I've a nice gag I'd use on you-goes right in around your teeth, and shuts with a combination padlock behind your head. Steel. It hurts, and you'd not be able to get it off no matter what you did to it without the code. I'd handcuff your hands behind you, too. This is a punishment, not a wanking marathon."

Stefan whimpered, and jumped down from the wall. There had to be something. An alley, a hedge, something. Just the image of that gag...

"You could crawl around on your knees all you like. But you'd not be able to get out, or call for help. Just a toy in a box, ready for use whenever it's needed."

There! A narrow alley between two buildings, lined with large industrial bins. Stefan shot down it, ducking between two of the bins, out of sight of the street, and dropped his jeans frantically, shoving his hand into his boxers. The very first touch of his fingers to his dick hurt, the cold like ice, and he whimpered aloud.