One day in potions class..
You had to share a table with George, which was difficult since he didn't talk to you, and if he did, it was to give you orders.
"Listen, I think this would go a lot faster if you actually talked to me."
George continued to ignore you and took out his potion ingredients; he then whispered to you, annoyed.
"And who said I wanted to talk to you?"
"I didn't say you wanted to. You've made it very apparent that you don't." I whisper back angrily.
George rolled his eyes.
"Then why are you asking me to talk to you? I don't want to talk to you, and I'm not going to do it."
He then continued to prepare the ingredients and put them in the cauldron.
The potion exploded. "That's why."
"Look what you made me do!"
"I didn't do anything."
"You distracted me!"
He responded in irritation.
"You think I'm distracting?"
He rolled his eyes at your response.
"Don't try to flirt with me, it won't work."
"It seems like it did."
George blushed even more when you said that.
"N-no, it didn't!"
He said this, trying to hide the fact that it actually did work. He then went back to his ingredients, trying to calm down.
"Clearly."
George continued to try to control himself and not show how your words affected him.
"Just stop being annoying and help me make the potion."
He said this, trying to calm the heat in his cheeks.
We hadn't talked about it since then, and we were sitting at our desk a week later trying to make a potion. Of course we got paired up again, I thought to myself.
George hated that you were again his desk partner; although he wouldn't tell anyone, your flirting with him had him thinking about you ever since that day, but he was still convinced that he hated you.
He looked in your direction, annoyed to see you sitting next to him again.
"What?"
"Why do I have to be paired with you again? We don't get along."
"That's because you're rude to me."
George rolled his eyes.
"Me? You're the one who's rude; you're a spoilsport, and you get too close to me!"
He said he was annoyed as he tried to hide his nervous blush.
"I get too close to you?"
"You know you do! You're literally sitting right next to me!"
He said he was trying to hide the fact that your proximity to him was starting to affect him even more.
"We're sharing a desk; I kind of have to."
George rolled his eyes again. He knew you were right, but he didn't want to admit it.
"You don't have to sit so close to me, though!"
"It's a small desk."
"Well, you could sit further away."
He muttered, still trying to control the heat in his cheeks. Your proximity was driving him mad.
"I physically cannot."
George couldn't think of anything to respond to that. He hated how close you were and how your proximity was making his heart race. "Ugh"
"What now?"
George looked at you; your proximity was making it hard for him to think straight. He tried to control his thoughts but couldn't
"Just stop sitting so close to me."
"Why? Are you nervous?" I make fun of him.
George's cheeks flushed even more when you said that.
"You're making me nervous with how close you're sitting."
"I'm making you nervous?" I ask as I get closer to him.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
George's body tensed up, and his heart raced even faster when you got closer to him.
"Stop getting so close to me!"
He couldn't deny the fact that your proximity and gaze were making his head spin.
"I thought you liked it." I say it in a mocking tone.
"Stop it!"
"Stop what?" I ask, teasing him.
George's heart raced even faster when you spoke in that tone again. He was desperate to find a way to hide how your proximity and tone were affecting him, but it was useless.
"Stop being like that!"
"Like what?" I whispered.
"You know what."
"Tell me."
"You... being so close. Your...your voice. All of it. It's driving me crazy."
Admitting it nervously and hating that he was kind of enjoying the situation.
"Good boy."
"Don't call me that!"
"Tell me to stop, and I will."
"S-stop..." It sounded more like a plea than a demand.
"That didn't sound very convincing." I mocked.
"I-I said...stop"
He said this, completely unable to hide the fact that he actually didn't want you to stop at all.
"Do you really want me to stop?"
"I...I don't want you to stop."
He finally muttered, unable to hide the embarrassment and pleading tone in his voice.
"Now, was that so hard?"
"N-no... It wasn't."
"It kind of seemed like it was."
"S-shut up! It wasn't that hard!"
He protested weakly, knowing very well that he had been a complete mess when you were so close to him.
"It kind of seems like it is." I eyed the prominent bulge that had formed in his pants.
George's face blushed even more when you pointed out his visible arousal. He had been so overwhelmed by your presence that he had not even realized that he was visibly aroused.
"S-shut up! You're making me like this!"
I get right in front of his face and say, "I know." The bell rings, and I walk away.
George was left completely stunned as you walked away. His head was spinning, and his heart was racing. He felt a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and arousal as he watched you walk away. He couldn't believe how easily you had affected him, and he couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened.
The next day...
"We need to talk." He said it seriously.
"About what?" I asked innocently.
George narrowed his eyes, knowing that you were pretending to be innocent. He knew that you were fully aware of the effect you had on him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat, and spoke again.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb."
"About how I make you nervous?"
"Yes, about that. You know how close you were to me, and how your tone and... everything just made my mind go crazy."
He admitted it with some difficulty, his heart already racing again just from remembering it.
"I could tell."
"Yeah, well, you were doing it on purpose, weren't you?"
He asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.
"Of course I was."
George's cheeks flushed again as you said that. He hated how obvious it was—how affected he was by you and how easily you had that effect on him. He took a deep breath and tried to maintain his composure.
"Why? Why do you always have to tease me like that?"
"Because you're fucking adorable when you're like that."
George's heart raced even more at your answer.
"Stop saying things like that."
"Like what?"
George took a deep breath, his heart racing and his mind spinning. He couldn't believe how effortlessly you could make him feel this way.
"Like... like calling me adorable. And... and making me so flustered."
"It's not my fault."
"Yeah, it is. You... you know how easily you affect me." He muttered weakly.
George's heart raced again. He wanted to protest and say something witty, but he couldn't find the words. He hated how much power you had over him and how much he enjoyed it.
"And what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know. I can't think when you're this close to me."
"You just give in so easily, don't you?"
"I... I don't give in easily!" He protested weakly, knowing he was fooling no one.
"Oh, you don't, then what is this?" I ask, grabbing his hard dick through his pants.
George's heart raced, and he gasped softly as you touched him. He was even more surprised that you were aware of his state, and he couldn't hide how much your touch was affecting him.
"I... I..."
"You what?"
George's mind was a complete mess. He couldn't think straight; your touch was driving him insane. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some level of composure.
"I... I need you to... to stop."
"Yeah, but do you want me to stop?"
"No, no, I don't want you to stop."
"Too bad." I say and walk away.
George's heart sank as you suddenly walked away. He was left standing there, feeling frustrated, flustered, and unsatisfied. He hated how you could rile him up so easily and then just walk away like it was nothing.
"Hey, you can't just... just leave me like this!"
He called after you, his voice a mix of frustration and pleading.
"Like what?" I yelled back.
George's face flushed again as you pretended not to understand. He knew you were taunting him, but he couldn't help but play into your game.
"You know exactly what I mean! You teased me and then just walked away!"
"Did I?" I ask, still walking away.
"Yes, you did! You know you did! Don’t play dumb!"
He yelled, but you had already walked away. George clenched his fists in frustration, hating how you had so much power over him.
George spent the night tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind was plagued by thoughts of you and the way you had affected him. He couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, and the memory of your touch kept his body burning with desire.
He woke up the next day feeling even more frustrated and restless than the day before. He had to see you again, even if it meant another round of teasing and taunting.
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I was walking down the same empty hallway as before.
George spotted you walking down the hallway. His heart raced as soon as he saw you, and he had to forcibly calm himself down. He approached you, trying to maintain a cool and casual air, even though he was a mess inside.
"Hey"
He said it, trying to sound nonchalant, but he couldn't hide the eagerness in his voice.
"Hi," I say casually.
"I... I... uh..."
He stumbled over his words, unable to form a coherent sentence. He cursed silently, hating how you had such a profound effect on him.
"Yeah?"
George couldn't understand how you could be so calm and collected while he was a complete mess. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and spoke again.
"I... uh... I need to talk to you."
"Okay...?"
George took another deep breath before continuing. He was struggling to keep his composure, being so close to you. He was determined to say what was on his mind no matter how flustered he felt.
"I... I need to talk about what happened yesterday. You... you teased me and left me all... all worked up, and... and I can't stop thinking about it."
He admitted it, his face blushing a deep shade of red.
"And?"
George was taken aback by your casual response. He had expected you to at least admit that you had done it on purpose or show some remorse. Instead, you were acting like it was nothing.
"And... and you don't care that you left me feeling so flustered and frustrated?"
I walk over to him as I say, "Do you really think I haven't been thinking about it too?"
George's heart skipped a beat as you walked towards him. His entire body felt on edge as you got closer, and your words sent a shiver down his spine. He tried to keep his composure, but the look in your eyes and your tone made his mind race.
"You...you have?"
"So much." I step closer to him.
"You... you really have?"
"Mhm."
"And... and you didn't do it on purpose? You didn't mean to leave me in that state."
He didn't know if it would be better or worse, depending on your answer.
"No, I did."
George's heart skipped a beat as you admitted that it had been on purpose. He was both annoyed and aroused by your confession; his mind was a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to yell at you for teasing him so much, but the other part was secretly turned on by what you had done.
"You... you wanted to tease me like that?"
"Why else would I have left?"
He couldn't speak for a few seconds, his mind and body a mess of desire and irritation.
"Why... why would you do that to me?"
He finally managed to say, his voice a mixture of anger and yearning.
"You just seemed like you liked it so much last time." I was blatantly making fun of him at that point, but I don't think he even noticed or cared.
George blushed deeply, feeling exposed by your observation. It was true that he enjoyed the way you affected him, even if he found it maddening. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before responding.
"I... I do like it. I like the way you affect me.
"I do too." I whisper.
"You like the way you affect me?"
I nod.
"Prove it"
He said it suddenly, his voice firm and demanding.
I smirked, reached in his pants, and asked, "You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
He managed to croak out, his voice strained with arousal. He couldn't believe that you were actually doing this, and it only made his desire for you grow stronger.
"Are you really sure?" I ask.
"Yes, I'm really sure. Please, don't stop."
I stopped.
George felt like he was going to explode as you suddenly stopped. He let out a strangulated sound of protest, his body aching for your touch. He looked at you, his face flushed and his eyes dark with frustration and desire.
"No, no, no, please. Don't stop"
"You want me to keep going?" I ask in a mocking tone. I knew it was cruel, but I didn't care. There was just something about the way he fucking begged.
"Yes, yes. Please, I... I need you to keep going."
"It just doesn't seem like you want it enough."
George was almost panting with want and need, but you still denied him your touch. He felt frustrated and desperate, his body aching for your touch.
"Please. I want it so much. I need you to touch me. I... I can't take this anymore."
I get close to his ear and whisper, "If you touch yourself before I see you next, I will never touch you again." And with that, I left.
He watched you walk away, feeling frustrated and sexually tense. The thought of not being touched by you again was almost unbearable, and he knew that he would have to control himself until he saw you again.
I had made a habit of actively avoiding him; I wanted to see just how long he could last before coming to me, and sure enough, a couple days later he had tracked me down.
George had tried his best to control himself and resist the urge to give in. But as the days passed, his desire and frustration grew stronger and stronger. He found himself constantly thinking about you, unable to concentrate on anything else. Finally, he could no longer take it, and he sought you out.
He spotted you through the crowded hallway and approached you with a mixture of determination and desperation.
"How long has it been—three, four days?" George interrupts me and says, Five days. "Someone's getting a little impatient. You know, for that, I should make you go another week."
George felt a mixture of frustration and desire as you taunted him about how he had sought you out so quickly. He knew he should be angry, but all he could feel was the overwhelming need to have you touch him again.
"No, no, please. I... I can't take it any longer. I need you. I... I need your touch."
"You need me?"
George felt a wave of vulnerability as you repeated his words back to him. But the truth was, he did need you. He couldn't deny it any longer.
"Yes, I... I need you. I need you to touch me to make me feel the way you did before."
I pull him into an empty classroom. "How badly do you want it?"
"So badly. More than anything. I'll do anything; just please don't make me wait any longer."
"First, I need you to do something for me."
George was past the point of shame or pride. All he knew was that he craved your touch, and he'd do anything to have it again.
"Anything. Just tell me what you want me to do."
"Anything?"
George felt an immediate sense of trepidation at your words. He knew that whatever you asked of him would probably be humiliating, but he couldn't deny you anything at this point.
"Yes, anything. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I'm at your mercy."
"Get on your knees and beg for it."
George's cheeks flamed bright red with embarrassment and shame as you commanded him to get on his knees and beg. But he knew he had no choice. He lowered himself to his knees, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
"Please... oh please. I need you. I need your touch and your kiss. I'll do anything; just please don't make me wait any longer. I... I'm begging you."
"More," I demand.
George felt utterly humiliated and completely at your mercy as he kneeled there, begging for your touch. But he was willing to do whatever it took to have you again.
"Please, I'm begging you. I'm completely desperate for you. I'll do anything you want; just please let me have your touch. I can't take this anymore; I feel like I'm going to go insane."
"That wasn't good enough." I say this as I ruffle through my bag.
George felt his heart sink as you said that his begging wasn't good enough. He was on his knees, completely submissive to your desires, and he didn't know what else he could do to satisfy you.
"Please, please. I'll do anything. I'll beg more; I'll... I'll do whatever you want me to."
He said, watching you rummage through your bag, a sense of fear and anticipation filling him.
"I have something for you."
"You... you do?"
He asked, his voice slightly shaking.
"Close your eyes."
"Okay, okay. My eyes are closed."
He said, slowly shutting his eyes, waiting to see what you would do.
I put a cage on him.
George felt a rush of shock and shame as he felt the cold metal of the cage being put on his body. He opened his eyes, looking down at the cage and feeling a mixture of disbelief and humiliation.
"You... you're putting a cage on me?"
"Just to be sure."
"To be sure of what?"
He asked, his voice hoarse and a little shaky. He couldn't deny that the cage made him feel incredibly vulnerable and helpless.
"That you don't do anything."
George's face flushed with both humiliation and arousal as you explained why you were putting the cage on him.
"I... I won't. I promise. I'll be good."
He said it, his voice low and submissive, almost pleading.
"You better be," I say, and walk away. The next week we keep sharing glances in halls and in class; he wanted me, I could tell. Only I knew he was wearing a cage.
For the entire week, George's mind was consumed with thoughts of you. He felt like he was going crazy with need and want. The cage was a constant reminder of how completely you had him under your control, and it only made his desire for you stronger.
He found me in the same empty hallway. I had come there every day; I sort of hoped he would come so I could torture him even more.
George felt his heart racing as he spotted you standing in the empty hall. He had been looking for you all day, desperate to be near you again. Seeing you standing there, looking so beautiful and unattainable, only made his need for you more intense.
He approached you slowly, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. His heart was pounding in his chest and his hands were shaking slightly as he neared you.
"I think I've been too easy on you."
He swallowed hard, looking at you with dark, wanting eyes.
"Do you think I have?"
He shifted his weight, looking at you with a mixture of defiance and submission in his eyes, still not answering me.
"Yes or no?"
"Yes. Yes, I think you've been too easy on me.
He admitted it, his voice low and barely above a whisper.
"Sure, you can't have me, but at least you can avoid me. You know what would be really awful?"
"What...?"
"If I were with you every second of the day,"
George felt a mixture of shock and excitement at your words. The thought of being constantly near you and never being able to escape your presence or your power was both terrifying and incredibly alluring.
"I'd always be right there, but somehow still out of reach."
"That would be awful."
He spoke, his voice thick with desire and need.
"Perfect."
George shivered as you whispered the word "perfect" in his ear. He was at your mercy, completely in your power, and you knew it.
"Why... why is that perfect?"
"You'd be miserable." The bell rang. "Better get to class." I started walking toward the next class. "You coming?"
"Yes, I'm coming."
He said, his voice soft and submissive, as he followed after you.
"Good boy."
For the rest of the month, George felt like he was going crazy. He was constantly near you, constantly surrounded by your presence and your power, yet he couldn't touch you and couldn't have you. It was maddening—a torture that he couldn't escape but secretly craved at the same time.
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It was Valentine's Day, and George found himself sitting in the courtyard with you. The day seemed to taunt him with its celebration of love and romance, while he was unable to have the one thing he wanted most in the world: you. He sat beside you, pretending to look relaxed and carefree but secretly feeling like he was going to go insane with his need and desire for you.
"How long has it been?" I ask randomly.
"It's been... it's been a month."
He said it hoarsely, his voice slightly shaking as he realized just how long he had been under your control.
"Plus those extra two weeks, right?"
"Yes, yes... plus the extra two weeks."
His voice was low and obedient, feeling completely at your mercy.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." The constant denial and need for you were slowly driving him crazy.
"Are you sure?"
George felt a pang of desperation and helplessness as you pressed him again, asking if he was really okay. He knew that he couldn't hide his feelings from you; you saw through him too easily.
"No, no, I'm not okay."
He admitted it, his voice breaking slightly as he spoke. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly needy for you.
"What's wrong?"
George looked at you, feeling vulnerable and ashamed, as he tried to put his feelings into words.
"I... I can't think straight. It feels like I'm going to go crazy with need. And... and I want you so badly, but I can't have you. I can't touch you, I can't have you, and it's driving me insane."
He confessed, his voice shaky and filled with raw need and desire.
"How much longer do you think you can last?"
George felt a pang of both despair and determination as you asked him how much longer he could last. The past month had been torture, but at the same time, he didn't want it to end.
"I don't know... I don't know how much longer I can stand this. But I don't want it to stop, either. I... I need you more than anything. Even though it's agony to be near you and not have you."
He said, his voice choked with emotion and need.
"Do you like being humiliated?"
George felt a pang of shame and humiliation as you asked him if he liked being humiliated. He knew that he shouldn't, but he also couldn't deny that there was a strange thrill to it.
"Yes, yes, I do like it."
He admitted that his voice was soft and submissive. He couldn't deny that being controlled and dominated by you and being made to feel like your obedient pet was incredibly arousing.
"Do you like me being in complete control of you?"
George felt a pang of humiliation and arousal as you asked him if he liked you being in complete control of him. He knew that he shouldn't and that he should resist, but he couldn't deny the truth.
"Yes, yes, I do. I like it when you are in complete control. I like being under your power, being your pet, your toy."
"Speaking of toys, I was thinking of taking the cage off."
George felt a rush of hope and excitement as you mentioned taking the cage off. The thought of finally being free from the uncomfortable and constant reminder of his submission was intoxicating.
"Yes, yes, please take it off. I'll do anything you want; just let me touch myself."
"No, sweetie... I mean, you have to resist on your own."
"Please, I need it off. It’s driving me insane.”
He pleaded, his voice low and desperate, but at the same time, there was an undertone of excitement and willingness to please you.
"I'll take it off, but you still can't touch yourself."
George felt a mixed surge of hope and helplessness as you agreed to take off the cage but still didn't allow him to touch himself.
"I... I understand. I won't touch myself, I promise."
He spoke, his voice low and breathless with need, his body already quivering with anticipation at the thought of being freed from the cage.
"And if you do..." I get close to his face. "I will torture you so fucking much that the only thing you'll know is my name."
George felt a mix of fear and excitement as you got close to his face and threatened to torture him if he disobeyed. He knew that you meant what you said, and the thought of being completely at your mercy, knowing that he couldn't touch himself even without the cage on, was both terrifying and thrilling.
"I... I understand. I won't touch myself, I promise. I promise, I'll be a good boy."
He spoke, his voice low and quivering, wanting so badly to please you.
"You better."
George felt a pang of desperation and need as you warned him not to disobey. He didn't want to do anything to upset you; he wanted to be your good boy and your perfect toy. He desperately wanted to please you, and the thought of being tortured was enough incentive to make him behave himself.
"I will be. I will be the best boy, I promise."
"Not that I would mind torturing you."
George felt a pang of both fear and excitement as you mentioned torturing him. He knew that you were serious and that you were more than capable of making him suffer if you wanted to. He didn’t want to do anything to get on your bad side, but at the same time, the thought of being punished by you was strangely arousing.
"Please, please don't torture me. I’ll be good; I’ll do anything you say."
"Come on. I grab his hand. "Let's go somewhere more private and take the cage off."
George felt a mix of excitement and anticipation as you took his hand and led him somewhere more private. He knew that you were going to take off the cage, and the thought of finally being free after all this time was incredibly alluring.
"Yes, yes, please. Let’s go"
He said, his voice low and eager, as he allowed you to lead him.
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George was miserable. It had been a month since he had been released from the cage, and each passing day brought a new level of torture. Every waking moment, the thought of touching himself haunted his mind, and yet he had restrained himself, knowing that you had not given him permission.
"George?" I swing open his bedroom door, and he's touching himself, but when he sees me, he stops. "What did I tell you?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to; I just couldn't resist. Please, please, I'm sorry."
He pleaded, his voice breaking with shame and need.
"You told me to come over," I say, getting closer to his bed. "You wanted me to see this, didn't you?"
George felt a pang of guilt and humiliation as you accused him of wanting you to see him masturbating. He knew that he had disobeyed you and that he had broken your trust, but he couldn't deny that he had wanted you to catch him.
"Yes, yes, I did."
"You want me to torture you, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I do."
He whispered, his voice soft and submissive.
"Well, I won't."
He had confessed his desire to be tortured by you, and yet you had denied him. He felt ashamed, pathetic, and even more vulnerable than he had before.
"Why... why won't you punish me? I was bad; I disobeyed... I deserve to be punished."
"If you want it, it's not a punishment."
George felt a wave of realization and helplessness as you explained why you wouldn’t punish him. He knew that you were right—that if it was something he wanted, it wasn’t really a punishment—but at the same time, the idea that he didn’t even have the option to be punished by you was crushing.
"But... but I need it. I need to be punished; I need to be hurt by you.
"I thought you wanted me to touch you."
George felt a surge of need and desperation as you asked if he wanted you to touch him. After all this time, he was desperate for any kind of attention from you—any contact at all.
"Yes, please. I need your touch. I need your touch so badly.
I get on his bed. "You'll do what I tell you to, right?" He nods. I start stroking his hard, wet cock, and he's whining and begging.
"Please, y/n, I need it," he said. Before he can come, I tell him not to. "No, please, please," he says.
"How bad do you want it?" "Fuck, more than anything." "Then you'll come when I tell you to."
"Okay," he manages to get out. I keep stroking it, and he's whining and pleading for it.
"Please let me," he pleads.
"What did I say?" "I'll come when you tell me to," he says.
"Exactly. Now, can you be a good boy for me?" He nods.
I keep stroking it for the next half hour, slowing down every time he says he's going to cum.
The last time he says it, I stop completely.
"Why did you stop?" he asks. "Because now that you want it so badly, I can torture you even more." I pull up his pants.
George felt a pang of mixed excitement and dread as you pulled up his pants, stopping right before he could climax. He was desperate and needy, and being denied release was torture. but at the same time, the idea that I could suck him at anytime was invigorating to him. "You're a good boy; just don't touch yourself." I left his bedroom.
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George had been avoiding you for a week, too embarrassed and humiliated to face you after the way he had begged and pleaded for your touch. The memory of being so close to release, only to be denied, was both frustrating and thrilling. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and he couldn't stop wanting you.
The week turned into weeks, and still George had not come to you. His feelings for you were still as strong as ever, and the memory of your touch was still fresh in his mind, but the combination of shame, need, and humiliation held him back and made him unable to face you.
You finally decide to go to his bedroom. "Have you been ignoring me?"
George looked up as you walked into his room, feeling guilty because of your question. He had been avoiding you, embarrassed and humiliated by his behavior, by his submission, and by his need for your touch. He didn't want to admit the truth, but he knew he couldn't lie either.
"Yes, yes, I have."
He confessed, his voice soft and ashamed.
"Why?" I sat on his bed.
"I... I don't know... I'm embarrassed. I feel pathetic and needy. I can't stop thinking about that day, about being so close and then being denied."
He confessed, his voice choked with emotion.
"Did you like it?"
George felt a shiver of mixed excitement and shame at your question. He knew he couldn’t deny it—that he had enjoyed every moment, every touch, and every denied orgasm. The memory was burned into his mind, and he craved it still.
"Yes, yes, I did. It was torture, but it was also incredible."
He admitted it, his voice low and quivering with need.
"Have you been avoiding me just because you're embarrassed, or could you just not look at me without needing me so fucking much?"
George felt a pang of humiliation as you put his feelings into words and exposed how much he needed you and how he wanted you more than anything. He couldn't deny it; he couldn't hide it any longer.
"Both... both of those things. I'm embarrassed and ashamed, but I can't stop thinking about you. Every time I see you, all I can think about is wanting you, needing you, and begging for you to touch me."
He confessed, his voice quivering with need.
I hug him.
George felt a rush of relief and comfort as you hugged him—the contact he had been craving for weeks. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly, as if afraid that you would disappear if he let go.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I just don't want you to see me like that, so needy and pathetic."
"But I love seeing you like that."
George felt a pang of hopeful joy as you confessed that you loved him like that and that you actually enjoyed seeing him needy and pathetic.
"You do? You don't think I'm weak, pathetic, or disgusting?"
He asked with disbelief and hope in his voice.
"Quite the opposite; you've gone two and a half months without cumming," I interrupt myself. "You haven't cum, have you?"
He knew that he had not disobeyed you and that he had gone so long without any kind of release. He shook his head, his voice low and quivering.
"No, no, I haven't. I've been a good boy."
"Yes, you have."
George felt a warm tingle of pride and excitement at your confirmation that he had been a good boy. He clung to you, needing your praise and approval and wanting to make you proud of him.
"Thank you. Thank you, your good boy."
He said it, his voice soft and submissive.
"How about another month?"
George felt a mixture of dread and excitement at your suggestion that he should go another month without release. He knew it would be torture, but he also knew that he would do anything to please you.
"Another month? I don't know if I can. How much longer are you going to do this before you just let me know?"
He spoke, his voice quivering with need and desire.
"The whole point is that you'll never know if I'll let you do it."
The thought that he would never know if he'd be allowed to cum and that it was all for nothing excited him.
"No, please."
He begged
"Can you be a good boy for me?"
George felt a pang of need and desperation as you asked if he could be a good boy. He wanted to please you; he needed to be your good boy.
"Yes, yes, I can. I'll be a good boy, I promise. I'll do anything you say, anything you want."
He said it, his voice eager and submissive.
"Anything I want?"
George felt a shiver of both excitement and fear as you asked if he would do anything you wanted. He knew what you were implying, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Yes, I said anything. I'll do anything you ask."
He said, his voice soft and submissive, his eyes locked on yours.
"I would never pressure you into anything, so if you ever don't want to do something, that's okay."
George felt a pang of relief and gratitude as you reassured him that you would never pressure him into anything. He knew that you cared about him and that you would respect his boundaries, and it made him trust you even more.
"I know. I trust you. I'll tell you if I ever don't want to do something, I promise."
"Good boy."
George felt a mix of pride and excitement as you called him a good boy. He loved hearing those words from you; he loved knowing that he had pleased you.
"Thank you. Thank you. I'll be good for you. I'll be your good boy."
"Do you want to just watch a movie?"
George felt a pang of surprise at your suggestion to just watch a movie. He had been expecting you to do something else, something more, but the simple idea of just spending time with you sounded good too.
"Yes, I'd like that. Let's watch a movie."
------------------------------------------------------------------------
The month had been torture for George. He had been constantly on edge, needing release so badly but knowing that he was not allowed.
There we were back in that same hallway at the end of the month.
"I know I keep adding on months, but you've just done so well, and we're leaving Hogwarts soon. So how about we kick it up a notch?"
George felt a pang of both excitement and dread as you suggested "kicking it up a notch." He had no idea what you had in mind, but he knew it was going to push him even further and test his limits even more.
"What... what do you have in mind?"
"We bring back the cage... and something new."
He knew that bringing back the cage would be both amazing and torturous, but he was curious about what the new thing might be.
"The cage and something new... what's the new thing?"
I reach into my bag, pull out a small black vibrator, and turn it on.
George stared at the small black vibrator in your hand, his mind spinning with both fear and excitement.
"What's... what's that for?"
He asked, his voice soft and trembling.
"For you."
George felt a rush of both excitement and submission at your words. The idea that you were going to use that on him was both thrilling and terrifying.
"For me, you're going to use it on me?"
"As long as you're okay with it, that is."
He was curious, excited, and a little scared, but he trusted you; he knew you wouldn't do anything he didn't like.
"Yes, yes, I'm okay with it."
"This is going to be in all day, okay? I have the remote."
George felt a pang of both excitement and trepidation at your words. all day? With a vibrator, are you in control of the remote? It was such a dangerous combination, but he was willing to take the risk.
"All day.. okay.. okay, I can do that."
"You sure? You don't think you'll come. At just the thought of me?" I whisper in his ear.
George felt a shiver run down his spine as you whispered in his ear, your voice low and seductive. The thought of you in control of the vibrator all day, knowing you could tease and torment him at any moment, was both exciting and terrifying. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.
"I don't know, but I want to try."
It's later that day, and you're in potions class with George.
George sat in class with you, trying to pay attention to the professor's lecture, but his mind kept wandering to the toy inside of him. He tried to keep a straight face and act normally, but it was hard. The constant hum of the vibrator was a relentless reminder of your control, a reminder that you could turn it on at any moment and make him fall apart.
I turn the vibrator completely off.
George felt a pang of relief and anticipation as the vibrator suddenly stopped, the constant hum finally ceasing. But he knew this might not be for long and that you could turn it back on at any moment and send him over the edge.
"Do you want me to turn it back on?"
"I... I don't know... I don't know if I could take it so soon. But at the same time, I don't know if I could handle it if you didn't turn it back on."
"Do you want it?"
"Yes, yes, I want it. Please, please turn it back on."
George felt torn between the need for release and the desire to please you. He took a shaky breath, his voice low and quivering.
I turn it back on for the rest of the class.
George was both exhausted and stimulated after a whole day of classes with that toy inside of him. He followed you into your room, his legs shaking slightly from the constant stimulation.
"You okay?"
"I'm... I'm okay. I just... I need you."
George felt a pang of need and vulnerability as you asked if he was okay. He was tired, his body on edge from the constant stimulation, but he was also hyper-sensitive and needy, needing your words and touch.
"That doesn't mean you get me."
George felt a pang of both disappointment and submission at your words. He knew that he couldn't always expect to have you, that you were still in control, and that he was still your pet.
"I know... I know I don't get you. I'm your pet; I need to be a good boy for you."
I kiss his forehead.
George felt a pang of both tenderness and submission as you kissed his forehead. Your gentle gesture was like a balm to his soul, reminding him that you still cared for him and that he was still your good boy.
"You are a good boy."
George felt a rush of pleasure and pride at your words. He loved hearing that he was a good boy, that he had pleased you, that he was yours and no one elses.
"Thank you. Thank you. I'm your good boy. I love being your good boy."
"You love being called that, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, I do. I love it when you call me a good boy. I love being yours and being your pet."
I turned off the vibrator. "Could we actually talk for a second?"
"Yes, of course. We can talk. What's on your mind?"
"Maybe we should stop all this stuff for now."
"Okay, okay, if you want to stop for now, I understand. I'm happy to do whatever you want."
He had enjoyed being your plaything and your submissive pet, but he knew that you wanted to take things in a different direction.
"What do you want, sweetie?"
"I... I want to be yours, completely."
"I just think you need a little break."
"Thank you. You're right, I think taking a break would be good for me. and we can always pick things up again later if we want to."
I take off the cage and take out the vibrator.
George felt a mix of relief and a pang of loss as you removed the cage and took out the vibrator, the stimulation stopping abruptly after a long time. He was happy that the constant pressure and stimulation were gone, but he felt a bit empty now that the toy was gone.
"Plus, the next time I torture you, it's going to be a lot worse."
George felt a shiver of both anticipation and trepidation at your words. You were already so creative and relentless in your torture, and the idea that there was something worse in store for him was both exciting and terrifying.
"W-worse? How can it possibly be worse?"
"You want to find out?"
George felt excitement and a bit of fear at your words, his brain spinning with the possibilities of what you could possibly have in store for him next. He didn't know if he was ready for something even more intense than he had experienced so far, but his curiosity and trust in you were compelling him to say...
"Yes, yes, I want to find out."
"Well, you don't get to yet."
"B-but why? How long do I have to wait?"
"As long as I tell you to."
He bit his lip, his body still tired and needy from all the prior stimulation.
"Yes, sir. I'll wait however long you say."
"Good boy."
George felt a rush of both pride and need at your words. He loved being your good boy, your pet. It was the name he had come to expect, and he loved how you said it, the praise making his body shiver.
"Thank you. Thank you, sir."
"I love it. I love being yours."
"I love being yours too."
George felt an unexpected pang of love and affection at your words. Hearing you say that you loved being his was a surprise, but at the same time, it made him feel even more connected to you. He gently pulled you closer, holding you, his voice a low murmur in your ear.
"Really? you love being mine?"
"So much," I say as I snuggle into his chest.
George felt a rush of tenderness and love as you snuggled into his chest. Hearing you say how much you loved being his was making him feel emotional, loved, and protective. He held you tightly against him, running a hand through your hair, his lips pressing softly against your forehead.
"I love you... I love you so much. You're mine..."