Page 10 of Stick Lessons

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TOBY

“Stop.”

The noise that comes out of his mouth sounds like he’s being tortured. It’s a combination of groan, sob, and whine. It’s sexy as fuck. But this man! As much as it pains him, he removes his hand from his dick, leaving it red and angry and dripping.

His hips jerk up as if trying to find the friction again, as tears streak down his face.

Atty is sitting in a chair in his dining room, I think. It’s hard to tell, but it doesn’t look like a chair that one might keep in a bedroom or living room. It’s too rigid and hard. My guess is that the dining room table is where he’s set me on the tablet to watch him do as I say.

We’re once again working on orgasm control. This time, over the tablet. We’ve done this a few times now since our schedules keep conflicting and this is the most we’ve had time for. As much as he’s in pain, he does what I say as soon as the word leaves my mouth. Without hesitation.

“Good girl, Atty,” I praise, keeping my voice low. “Look at me, baby.”

He picks his head up, but I can tell it’s difficult to do. His hands are gripping the edges of the chair with white knuckles. That sexy dick of his—raging hard and pissed off red—lays against his stomach. A stomach in which I can see every fucking muscle because of how tense and strained he’s holding himself.

“You’re doing a good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

He makes an attempt at smiling. It’s so damn cute that he tries, I can’t stop grinning at him.

“One more time. Jerk for me.”

Atty’s chest heaves. I watch his big hand circle his dick and he begins jerking himself. “That’s it. Just like that, Atty. Feels good, no?”

He nods frantically, with his eyes squeezed closed. Atty usually makes it through three rounds with his eyes locked with mine before I’ve pushed him far enough that he can no longer keep his focus on me. He’s trying to feel while also trying not to feel.

“That’s it. Faster, baby. Yes, just like that.”

The squelching of his hand over his lubed dick is indecent. I love every minute of it. I love the way his veins strain in his neck. Hell, not just his neck, but all over his body now. They’re prominent. Angry. His body is covered in sweat, dripping. I want to lick him.

When his jaw tenses, I know he’s on the verge of orgasming. I give him another second. Two. Three. “Stop.”

“No!” he sobs, even as he removes his hand from his cock. “Please. I need to come. Please.”

The fact he doesn’t just ignore me says it all. Atty wants to obey. He wants to be led, commanded. He wants to please me.

It’s not just the power in that which makes me giddy. I’ve never been with someone who so innately wants to obey as much as I naturally want to command. Basically since I started having sex, I’ve known I like to be the one in control. There’s usually some resistance, though. Defiance. Or lack of self-control.

To see Atty let go of his cock a split second before he’s brought to orgasm because I told him to is a high all on its own. It makes me ache. I need to be buried in his ass and feel him coming on my cock.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur. “So good for me, baby. I’m so proud of you. Look how strong you are.”

His chest heaves rapidly, as if he’s run a marathon out of shape. There are tears running freely down his face. My fingers itch to wipe them away. Once again, he’s gripping the sides of the chair as tightly as he can. Every muscle in his body is tense.

“Look at me, baby.”

Atty whimpers as he picks up his head. His brown eyes meet mine through the tablet. “I’m very proud of you. You’re being so good for me. I promise, I’ll make it worth it.”

He nods. It’s weak, but he nods.

“That’s it for today.”

“I can come?” he asks, words slurring.

Usually, I let him. Not this time, though. “No, baby. Not this time. No coming until we get together again.”

The way his face crumples nearly takes my breath away. This big man is so soft and sweet. I can only imagine the pain he’s in. The desperate need for release.

“Be a good girl for me. Can you do that?”

He gasps a few times before nodding.

“I’ll make sure your reward is worth it. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

Atty swallows. He opens his mouth to take deeper breaths. “Okay,” he finally says.

Honestly, I’m impressed that he doesn’t appear to have the intention of defying me once we’re off the line. I’ve played this game before. It’s always been very short-lived for a combination of reasons. One or both of us lose interest. Or they lie. Even if it’s just a lie during moments like this where he says he won’t come, but as soon as we’re off the line, he has.

The line of trust works both ways, and it’s no longer good for me when they break their end of the bargain. I’d rather outright defiance. Sure, I still end the hookups shortly after, but at least that’s not a lie.

There’s no lie in Atty, though. Everything about him says that he wants to do what I tell him. It makes my chest warm. I want to pull him against me and comfort him until his dick goes soft.

At the moment, it’s still livid. Hard as fuck and needy for release.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Atty takes a deep breath and then looks at me with nearly clear eyes. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“I’m really fucking proud of you, baby. You’re so strong. And such a good girl for me. I love how well you listen.”

He gives me a small smile, and I don’t miss the flush on his cheeks. I spend the next several minutes reassuring him he’s being good for me. Making sure he knows how proud I am and that I’ll make everything worth the wait. I tell him how happy he’s making me. How excited I am to see him next time.

Atty basically melts with every word I say. His smile, though small, is calm and relaxed. Gradually, his muscles start to relax. His cock? Well, that’s still hard. Still dripping.

We probably could carry on this way for hours, but we’re interrupted by his phone. Atty takes another deep breath before sitting up and reaching forward. It looks like he’s going to reach through the tablet for me. My dick jumps in excitement and then is disappointed when Atty sits back with his phone in his hand.

He sighs. “I have to go,” he says quietly.

“Okay.” Because he had this commitment, we couldn’t actually get together today. There wasn’t enough time to do all the things I planned to do to him. Besides, my roommates are home and they’d get in the way of a quickie. Atty’s yet to invite me over and I don’t want to push, so for now, we steal moments where we can. “No orgasm, Atty. Can you do that for me?”

Atty gives me a demure look. “Yeah.”

“That’s my good girl.”

His cheeks burn and he can’t hide the smile.

“We’ll talk later. I’ll text you after work tonight. Be wearing a sexy jockstrap next time I see you, baby.”

He nods. “Okay. Later.”

The call ends and I sit back with a groan. His cock isn’t the only one refusing to go down. I stand, stretch, and grip my dick. My intention is to head to the bathroom and take care of this, but… maybe I’ll hold off until we get together. Make it a mutual personal growth experience.

I look down at my straining dick pressing against my pants. That might be easier said than done. It’s not that I don’t have any control, but I have exactly zero expectations on me right now. If I’d promised Atty that I’d hold off too, it would be different. But I didn’t do that. And a personal goal isn’t all that rewarding.

Filling his ass with a massive load will be,I tell myself. Or maybe spraying him so thoroughly that he’s practically wearing a sweater. Honestly, there’s very little I enjoy more than seeing that big man covered in my release. It’s so fucking hot.

Thinking about it is making my idea of not coming until we’re together even harder, so I grab my phone and head out of my bedroom. At least if I’m in a common area, I’m less likely to whip it out and jerk off.

Some days, slightly less likely. We’ll see what the day holds.

There’s no one in the common areas, so I drop on the couch. After closing all the phone apps in the background, I open just the notes and my mobile graphics app to start making more graphics. The app takes a lot of power, which is why I close the other apps first. Otherwise, my phone usually freezes up.

This is a therapeutic process. I’ve been doing this since I was a teenager and I’m proud of the way my graphics have gotten much better. I see them shared constantly, which still makes me smile like a loon whenever I see it. Once, I even heard Sports Spot reference my predictions. Talk about the highlight of my life right there.

After a while, Miller walks into the room. “What has you so excited?”

I glance up. “Stop looking at my crotch, creeper.” Yes, I’m still slightly hard. The vision of Atty so wrung out for me hasn’t left my thoughts, even if I’ve pushed them away from the forefront.

Miller grins. “When it holds me at gunpoint, it’s hard to look away.”

Raising my eyes to his, I give him an unimpressed look. He just smiles before dropping onto the cushion beside me. “Is this pornographic to you?” he asks when he peeks at my phone screen.

“Yes,” I snark.

He huffs. “Seriously, I don’t understand why you do this. You’re not getting paid.”

“Because I enjoy it.”

“But… it’s hockey.”

“I don’t understand why you play that kiddy animal game,” I counter.

“It’s not just building. I’ve created an entire community.”

I look at him. “So have I.”

“Yes, yes. But you don’t use them for anything good!!”

“That’s debatable. A hundred thousand people follow me for hockey coverage and stats. I’m their first choice for updates.” Not entirely true, but I’ve seen the comment enough to feel confident that it’s not a complete exaggeration.

“But you now have a presence online! You’re in influencer territory. You could be doing so many good things with that power.”

“I think you misunderstand social media. They’re there for hockey. If I stop posting hockey, they leave. This isn’t a lifelong commitment; they’re free to go any time they want.”

Miller huffs. He truly doesn’t understand my love for hockey. Which is fine, he doesn’t need to. It’s not like I don’t understand his position, though. But I created this channel for hockey and I intend to keep it that way.

“I think you should at least have something gay on your graphics,” he counters.

I shake my head. “I’m not pushing my beliefs or opinions on anything other than hockey, Mills. You know that. However, when I talk about coaches, there’s a permanent Ace border and a little rainbow heart in support of Adak.”

Even Miller knows Adak’s name. The situation in Anaheim last year took the entire world by storm. Not just the accusations against him, but the hockey league’s response. We’re not just talking about the league’s bigwigs. But entire teams and thousands of people in the stadiums showed up to support Adak.

Honestly, I think most people were fucking shocked by it. It’s not often that there’s that kind of unwavering support. More often than not, it’s the very opposite. Sad as it may be, that’s the world we live in.

Anaheim is still a mess. There are hate crimes and shootings all the time, with the queer population being targeted; even though Adak and his boyfriend have moved to the other side of the country. That’s the kind of showing we all thought was going to go down. So it was a pleasant change of pace to see the unexpected happen.

It gave me hope for the future of our society.

“Who’s the hottest coach?” Miller asks.

“Easy. Adak.” I pull up a picture of him from my bank of photos. “Ohh. Or Ajo Tonopan. He’s an AHL coach in Ithaca.” I pull up his photo beside Adak’s.

“Wow… I… have no words. They’re spank bank fodder for sure.”

I chuckle and close out both pictures.

“Who’s the hottest goal person?”

Grinning, I sort through my images before pulling up Deryke Schneider. It’s the image from his SCORE magazine cover.

“Oh, my god. No wonder you’re sitting on the couch hard.”

Laughter bubbles out of me. Not at all true.

“How about your favorite hockey player of all time?”

“Still playing or to ever play?” I ask.

“Oh. Uh…. Still playing.”

I scroll through my images for a minute, debating who fills that role. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I really love Ren Ho, defenseman for Winnipeg. You should see him play. He’s quiet and calculating and a beast. Not because he’s huge, but it looks like he has the strength of like eighty men behind him when he cuts through the guys on the ice.”

Beside Ren’s picture, I pull up Jakub Bozik. “This man is one of the sweetest ever. He’s so professional in every single setting, but the way he’s constantly thoughtful without thought is serious human being goals. He’s blocked other players from view of the press, and even helped his opponents to their feet on the ice. There’s a story that says he once showed up with chicken soup at a friend’s house who was sick. From a different team! He’s just a super nice human, and it adds to his kick-ass performance on the ice.”

A notification pops up on my phone, telling me it’s time to get ready for work. I hit the button to make it go away and close the apps on my phone again.

“Why do you even work?” Miller asks as I get to my feet. “I’ve seen your bank account.”

I shrug. “I get to wear armor, ride a horse, and try to stab other people with a really long stick. What’s not to love about that?”

Miller cackles. “I swear, that’s the plot to a porno.”

“I’d watch it.”

He’s still giggling as I leave the room and head for the stairs. I’d totally watch it. As long as Atty’s the horse I’m riding and poking. A grin remains glued to my face as I head upstairs to get ready.