Page 13 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter twelve

Submission & Subspace

JR

The professor glances up at the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh. “You make it so hard to say no. Perhaps I will reward you once we complete the scene. Will you be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.” I’ll do anything to get another kiss from him.

“In that case, I want you to wear your present.” Fletcher’s eyes darken with intent. “The cock strap should keep you from coming until I give you permission. Let me put it on you.”

“Um... is it gonna hurt?” Dude, it’s my dick. Don’t judge me, OK?

“No, but it will be tight,” he says. “The strap will keep you hard, allowing the pressure to build up. Until I unsnap it, you likely won’t be able to orgasm—but then it will be like a dam bursting.”

Holy shit. “Are you saying I’ll come even harder ?”

“Yes.” A fire kindles in the professor’s gaze. “I want to put it on you, Bennett. Will you obey my wishes?”

Oh my god. How do I keep getting myself into these situations? Taking a deep breath, I nod, watching while he wraps the leather strap around the base of my cock and snaps it into place.

“Let’s make sure it works, shall we?” Fletcher grips my dick with both of his hands, then swallows down half my length. He sucks. Hard.

Holy shit. By the time he stops, I’m shaking. The strap strains under the pressure of my steel-hard shaft, turning my cock a deep red.

The professor kisses his way up my abs, exploring each individual muscle with his tongue. When he reaches my chest, he bites my nipple, pinching the other one between his thumb and forefinger.

Am I in heaven or hell? Is Fletcher the devil or my guardian angel?

“You’re magnificent,” he whispers in my ear before biting my neck. “I want to mark your beautiful body. Will you let me?”

I tremble under his lips, grabbing the sides of the chaise. “OK, Professor—I mean, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“You’re forgiven, Bennett. I’ll pick a spot no one will see.” The professor scoots to the end of the lounge chair and spreads my legs further apart. After nuzzling his nose against my balls, he latches onto my inner thigh.

I can practically feel the bruise forming as he sucks on my sensitive flesh. If I’m in hell, then leave me there. I’ll choose the devil any goddamn day.

When he’s satisfied with the angry red mark, Fletcher kisses it, then sits up. “Roll over, Bennett. It’s time I saw that gorgeous ass of yours.”

Rolling over isn’t easy—my cock is sticking out like a broom handle. I grab a pillow from the head of the chaise and stuff it under my junk. God, now I feel like my butt is sticking up in the air. I straddle my legs on either side of the lounger, my glutes awkwardly exposed. I’ve never felt more naked .

“Mmm. So pretty.” The professor kneels by my feet, massaging my flanks and hips. When his strong hands begin kneading my ass, my breath comes in short gasps. When he kisses a glute, I let out a strangled moan. “You’re being such a good boy, Bennett, allowing me to explore your body. Are you still green?”

“Um... yes, Sir,” My voice wobbles.

He hums in approval, caressing my glutes while he kisses them. As he licks and bites both of my cheeks, his hands grow rougher and more demanding. His nose nudges my crease, then he parts my flesh to expose my hole.

“H-holy shit,” I stutter, struggling to breathe.

“Language, Mr. Bennett,” Fletcher purrs. He blows softly against my tender skin, then licks the flat of his tongue across it.

My body jerks. “Yellow!” I yelp. Oh my god, did that really just happen?

The professor leans back with a sigh. “Thank you for using your safewords. We’ll try rimming another day. For now, may I explore you with my fingers? I need to touch that virgin hole with some part of my body.”

The cock strap strains as I feel my erection swell. “Um... OK.”

“You’re so brave. Your submission is stunning.” Fletcher continues to praise me while he grabs a bottle off a nearby table. After squirting some liquid onto his fingers, he slides them between my cheeks. Once my skin is coated in the slippery substance, he presses the pad of his thumb against my entrance.

I start to pant, my lungs tight and my muscles quivering.

“So obedient,” he marvels, kissing my glute while his thumb rubs in a circle. “May I put it inside you? Please let me.”

My back arches of its own accord, my body answering for me.

Fletcher presses his thumb against my hole until the tip slips inside me. “Mmm… another first. Would you like more? Can you take more?”

I push backward, begging for what I need.

He pulses his thumb for a moment or two, then replaces it with a finger. Twisting his hand, he pumps it slowly in and out of my body. “Do you enjoy that, baby boy?”

“More. Please,” I gasp. My internal muscles squeeze around the intrusion. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

The professor pushes his finger in deeper, thrusting it in and out. After squirting more lube onto my crease, he slowly works a second finger inside me. His fingers curl, moving as if they’re searching for something.

They find it.

“Fletcher! Oh my god. “ I let out a low moan. Nerve endings that I didn’t know I had light up like the Fourth of July. I rock backward onto his hand, chasing after the intense sensation.

“So responsive,” he murmurs, continuing to massage the sensitive spot. “Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Begging me to fill your sweet hole.”

I get up on my elbows, thrusting backward as the feeling inside me grows urgent. “Please, Sir, I need you! Oh god, please fuck me!”

“Roll over onto your back,” Fletcher demands. He pulls out his fingers—leaving me empty—while he helps me turn over.

My body shakes as I lay on my back, my engorged dick sticking high in the air. The cock strap threatens to burst under pressure, pre-cum dripping onto my sweaty torso. “Sir... Fletcher... Oh god, please.”

“Spread your legs,” the professor growls. He thrusts his fingers back into my channel. “God, you don’t know how much I want to stuff my cock inside you, Bennett.”

“Yes, please! I’ll be good, I promise!” My head thrashes from side to side.

Fletcher lets out a tortured groan. “Not for your first time, baby boy. Are you ready to come for me?” As he finds the sensitive spot inside me again, he wraps his lips around my pulsing shaft. Giving a hard suck, he yanks the cock strap open.

“ Fletcher! “ Cum explodes from my dick like it’s a fire hose. As my upper body jack-knifes off the chaise, I grab the professor’s head in my hands, thrusting into his mouth. When his fingers press against my hidden spot, a primal scream bursts out of me. I’m swept away by a raging river, my orgasm going on and on.

Sometime later in subspace…

I drift through a timeless nowhere, a place without shape or form.

I just am .

Maybe I’m a god. A consciousness in a void before the dawn of creation… though light must also exist. I feel warm. A soft cloud cushions my back, and a warm weight pins me to the cloud. I’m glad for the weight—without it, I would drift away.

The weight is good. The light is good. I float on my heavenly cloud.

A gentle rain falls on my face. I have a face? Yes, and a body. The rain feels good on my skin, like a soft kiss. I think ‘Let there be kisses’ and there are kisses. A shower of my creation falls onto my lips.

It’s good. Kissing is good. I float along happily.

When a voice whispers to me from a distance, my awareness turns toward the sound. I’m not alone. I know that voice. The voice brings pleasure—it is pleasure. A pleasure so great, it makes angels sing.

“Drink, baby boy.” Cold liquid touches my lips, and I swallow. Water… It’s good. The voice has created it for me, given it to me. The voice knows what I need. It’s omniscient. Omnipotent. Omnipresent. The voice must belong to a god.

The god is good—a divine intelligence. He is with me, and I shall not want. A want... An irritating ache interrupts my nirvana, a longing for something . I wrap my arms around my god, letting out a soft whine.

“What is it, sweet boy? Would you like more water?” A bottle is pressed against my lips, but water won’t quench my thirst. I nuzzle against my creator’s hand, opening my mouth. There’s a need—a void—that only my god can fill. I whine again, wordlessly begging.

“Do you want my thumb? My little boy has an oral fixation, don’t you?” The god has a body... a hand... a thumb. The benevolent man-god puts it in my mouth. “Do you enjoy sucking on me, sweet baby?”

It is good, so good. With a grateful heart, I suck on his thumb and float away on my cloud.

An eternity passes as I embrace the man-god, feeling comforted and safe.

“Shh, just rest—I’ll take care of you.” Who is this divine being? I want to worship him. Adore him. Spend another eternity with him. As my eyes flutter open, I gaze up at my master.

I know him. It’s Fletcher... my Fletcher. My dom-teacher-lover. My soul aches for something that only he can provide. I part my lips and make a sound.

“What do you need? Do you want more kisses?” He smoothes the hair off my forehead. He’s so generous and kind... he makes the ache go away. Fletcher lets me suck on his thumb, on his tongue, on his cock.

That’s what is missing—I need Fletcher’s cock.

I ache for it.

Opening my mouth, I stick out my tongue, gazing with trust at my master. I have faith in him. I know he’ll supply all my needs.

“Do you want suck my cock? That’s not necessary, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.” He tries to give me his thumb again, but I shake my head. I whine, sticking out my tongue even further.

My master groans. “Bennett, I can’t resist you when you beg. Here, have my cock—have everything.” He yanks his shirt over his godhead and strips the pants from his heavenly body. His boxer briefs join the messy pile, and then Fletcher stands naked before me.

The glory of his bare form fills me with awe. I will exalt my master, my dom. I will show him my eternal devotion.

Fletcher straddles the top of the chaise, cradling my head in his hands. He pushes his hard flesh into my mouth as he whispers words of praise.

I hold him close while I worship his cock, humming in everlasting joy. An infinite loop of ecstasy connects me with my master. He pumps faster and faster as he draws close to heaven... so close to paradise.

Another hard suck and a flood of cum rushes across my tongue. Fletcher grips my head as he cries out in rapture. I cup his ass, swallowing in bliss.

We cling to each other for an eternal moment, floating away on a cloud.