Rubber Bonds pt. 2

With Chance under his thumb, Todd finds out more about his golden boy project partner and realizes there’s more to Chance than the stick up his ass.

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Todd found the most out-of-the-way area of the library he could and sat Chance down at the desk in the back corner.

"What are we even doing here?" said Chance. "There isn’t even anything about chemistry nearby."

Todd sat down across from Chance, setting his backpack down on the seat next to him. "Stop worrying so much," he said.

Chance yawned. "But the proposal’s due next week! We don’t have time to not worry about it."

Todd chuckled. "It will be fine," he said. "You should learn to loosen up a bit. It will help you not be so high-strung all the time."

Chance frowned. "How can I not be?" he said. "My future’s on the line. I can’t just take it easy."

Todd quirked an eyebrow.

Chance sat back in his seat and folded his arms over his chest. "But… And I can’t believe I’m saying this… Maybe you have a point."

"I don’t just have a point," said Todd. He leaned forward, hands clasped on the table in front of him. "I’m right. And you know I’m right. Not giving yourself any time to just cut loose and enjoy life is the easiest way to burn out."

Chance didn’t seem at all happy about having to concede the point to Todd. But that was good. Todd didn’t want Chance to lose his personality.

"Maybe…" Chance admitted begrudgingly. "But I don’t even know where to begin."

Todd chuckled. "You could begin by giving yourself a break, man," he said.

"But there’s work to do, man!"

Todd rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and go to sleep, golden boy."

Just like that, as if a switch had been flicked off, Chance’s expression grew slack. He slumped in his chair, eyes sliding shut as he sank into trance.

"Fuck. That worked much better than I expected," Todd said to himself.

He cast a ward around Chance and himself. It would protect them from notice. It was just a precaution.

Anyone without the Sight would just find their gaze sliding past the desk in the corner. They wouldn’t even realize anything was there, like a gap in their perception.

Even practitioners of the Art wouldn’t realize the ward was in place unless they knew where to look and what to look for. Even then, they had to be gifted or, at the very least, possessed of comparable skill in penetrating wards as Todd was in building them.

They were safe from prying eyes. Or, at least, as safe as they could be.

"Can you hear me?" said Todd.

Chance nodded.

"Good… I want you to focus on my voice."

Chance nodded again, turning his head to face Todd.

"You will listen to my words and you will do as I tell you to."

Chance mumbled a response: "Will listen to your words… Will do as you tell me to…"

Todd grinned. "Good. Now, I want you to sit up straight and hold your arms out in front of you."

It took a moment for Chance to rouse himself from the boneless relaxation the trance had put him in but he complied with Todd’s orders, anyway. He held his arms out in front of him, palms turned upward as if he were expecting something to be put in his arms.

It was perfect.

"Good," said Todd. He liked how proactive Chance was being. "Now. I want you to think about all the rules you abide by and all the inhibitions that weigh down on you. And I want you to keep them all in your mind."

He gave Chance a moment. "Do you have them?" he said.

Chance nodded.

"Good. Now, I want you to imagine that each one is a brick." Todd paused and waited for Chance to give him a quick nod before he continued. "Let’s say each brick weighs about a pound."

Another nod gave Todd the signal to keep going. "Now, every time I snap my fingers, I want you to put one of those bricks on your arms. Feel the weight of each brick they begin to pile up on your arms…"

Todd snapped his fingers. "I want you to tell me when you don’t have any more bricks, understood?"

"Understood…" Chance muttered.

"Good." Todd snapped his fingers. He kept the tempo relatively slow. He watched closely as Chance’s arms, which started perfectly still, began to tremble under the weight of the bricks piling up on them.

Ten bricks. Twenty. With every brick, Todd was sure Chance would tell him he’d run out but each time he was proven wrong.

Sweat beaded on Chance’s forehead and rolled down the sides of his face as they reached forty bricks. Fifty.

Chance was sweating profusely. He was puffing, his arms trembling as they slowly lowered under the weight of his inhibitions.

His face was red. His eyebrows were furrowed. He was struggling to hold his arms up. And little wonder. Eighty bricks on and they were still coming.

Todd had underestimated just how much Chance was suppressing himself. But he couldn’t spend the rest of the night waiting. "Alright," he said. "The next time I snap my fingers, you’ll put all the rest of the bricks on your arms, got it?"

Chance took a moment to respond but he nodded in the affirmative.

Todd snapped his fingers.

Chance’s arms dropped under the imaginary weight of the bricks that had just been piled onto them. Had they been real bricks instead of representations of Chance’s inhibitions, they would have been scattered in a pile of rubble on the floor.

As it was, though, Chance huffed and puffed until he could bring his shaking arms up a little.

Todd watched Chance struggle and shook his head. He almost felt bad for the guy. He couldn’t imagine being so burdened by rules and restrictions.

He just couldn’t picture himself living like that. Torturous was the only word he could think of to describe it. Like being trapped in a skin-tight cage, with every little detail of every damn day dictated by a bunch of senseless rules.

He couldn’t keep the faint sympathy out of his voice when he said, "Tell me. How does it feel to carry all that weight? And be honest."

Chance groaned. It was as if the very act of speaking was burdensome at that moment. "Hard…" he said, in between puffs of breath. "So hard."

Todd could have just gone on with the rest of the planned suggestion but after seeing just how much weight Chance was struggling with, he was struck with a morbid curiosity. "Why bother, then?" he said. "Why bother carrying all that around?"

The way Chance’s face scrunched up—and not at all from the weight of the bricks he was carrying, Todd could tell—made Todd’s heart skip a beat. There was a genuine pain in the expression and, for a moment, he feared it might break the trance.

"Have to…" said Chance.

Todd waited a moment for Chance to elaborate but Chance left it at that. He frowned. He didn’t even know why he cared but he felt like he needed to know now. "Why? Tell me. You know you want to," he pressed.

Chance frowned. He was resisting. He was resisting hard and Todd couldn’t understand why.

"Tell me."

Whatever it was that had been holding Chance back seemed to snap. The tension in his shoulders slackened and the stormy look that had overcome his expression faded away.

"It’s what’s best for me," said Chance. His voice was even. Monotone. Detached. Todd had to wonder if the words were his at all.

"I have to be a good student. An upright member of society. A model child mother could be proud of. Otherwise…"

There was a moment in every horror film Todd had ever bothered watching, where the feeling of unease slowly turned into one of horrifying realization, and he felt like he was living it. He could scarcely bring himself to speak as Chance trailed off but he didn’t have to.

Sweat rolled down the side of Chance’s face as he continued. "Otherwise, mother would be angry. And I would not want mother to be angry."

Todd had suspected some sort of underlying issue was to blame for Chance’s uppity nature but he’d never imagined it would be this deep. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He’d have to make some adjustments to the plan but that was fine. While he’d only intended to do this so his life would be easier, he somehow felt responsible for genuinely helping Chance out.

"Do you want to keep all those burdens?" he said.

Chance nodded. "I do," he said.

It wasn’t the answer Todd would have liked but he could guess why it was the one Chance gave. "Why?" he said. And just to make sure Chance wouldn’t try to clam up again, he added, "Tell me."

Chance winced. He hesitated again, but only monetarily. "Mother would know if I break the rules… Mother… is always watching."

Todd clenched his fists. Chance was deep into trance but even so, such words should have been said with some sort of emotion. A slight quaver in the voice, perhaps, or some quirk in inflection. That they’d been spoken so dispassionately only made them all the more unsettling.

It took only a moment for Todd to find the words to say. He was feeling some sort of way about Chance’s unfortunate situation and he let his heart guide him more than his mind. "You shouldn’t care about that," he said.

"Have… to…" Chance groaned as his arms slipped.

Todd shook his head. "No. You don’t."

A genuinely conflicted look crossed Chance’s face. "But…"

Todd reached across the desk. He took Chance’s hands in his own and pulled them up, helping him with the imaginary weight of all the rules and restrictions that had been placed on him.

"You don’t," he said. "You are an adult. You are your own person. You don’t have to be anyone’s trophy. No matter who they are."

It took a bit before Chance responded. In fact, it took a while. But the slight nod he gave to Todd was encouraging.

Todd drilled the point home. "You get to choose what you want to do with your life. You don’t have to let anyone live vicariously through you. You don’t have to give a shit what anyone else thinks about you."

"I… I don’t have to give a shit what anyone else thinks about me…" Chance mumbled.

Todd grinned. It was working. "No one gets to dictate how you live your life," he said. "You don’t have to take shit from anyone. Even family. Even your mother."

"No shit… Not from anyone… Not from mother…" The shadow that had fallen across Chance’s face was slowly disappearing. It made Todd’s heart skip a beat.

"Good boy…" Todd cooed. He released Chance’s hands, which promptly jerked down before Chance caught the imaginary load of bricks in his arms. "So, tell me. Do you want to keep all these burdens?"


When Chance hesitated, Todd jumped in for the kill. "Be honest. Tell me what you want, deep down. Do you want to live the rest of your life in a gilded cage, dangling from puppet strings at your mother’s fingertips?"

Chance groaned and shook his head. "N-no…"

"Do you want to cut your strings?"

Chance nodded.

"Do you want to be in control of your own destiny?"

Chance nodded.

Todd cupped Chance’s hands in his own. "You have the power," he said. "You can throw away all these bricks. You can throw away all these rules and inhibitions. Let yourself free for once in your life."

"I-I will," said Chance. A vein popped in his forehead as he heaved against the load of imaginary bricks in his hands.

Chance groaned from the effort. Sweat dripped from his brow. His cheeks flushed red. He pushed against the bricks with all his might but they wouldn’t budge.

"You trust me, don’t you?" said Todd.

Chance hesitated for but a moment before nodding. "I-I do," he said.

"Let me help you. On the count of three, you and I will get rid of all those bricks. We’ll remove all those rules and inhibitions that have been controlling you all your life. Are you ready?"

"No…" said Chance. But he took a breath and seemed to steel his resolve. "But… let’s do it…"

Todd smirked. "Alright. One… Two… Three…"

He pushed up on Chance’s hands, flinging both of Chance’s arms into the air. A few seconds later, Chance flinched. Ostensibly from the imagined sound of all the bricks smashing against the floor.

Chance slowly shook his arms, a smile slowly spreading across his lips.

"That feels better, doesn’t it?" said Todd.

Chance grinned. "It does…"

"And ten… Alert and awake… Awake and alert… Feeling nice and refreshed…" Todd snapped his fingers in front of Chance’s face.

Chance woke with a start. He blinked blearily a few times as his eyes readjusted to the dimly lit corner of the library Todd had taken him to. "H-how long was I out?" he mumbled.

"Not too long," said Todd, pretending to be engrossed with something on his phone. "About half an hour, give or take."

"That’s… That’s good," said Chance as he stretched his arms over his head. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Todd chuckled. "Nothing, man. I just never realized you were a bit of a mama’s boy."

Chance’s cheeks took on a faint pink tinge. "W-what makes you say that?"

Todd smirked. He leaned across the table and said, "You were talking a bit while you were asleep. Kept saying ‘yes mother’ this, ‘no mother’ that."

Chance grimaced.

Todd laughed. "So… Not a mama’s boy, then?"

Chance looked positively constipated and Todd couldn’t help but find it incredibly funny. "Please… Please don’t go there," he said.

Todd pushed. He had to see if the suggestions had taken, after all. "C’mon, man. It can’t be that bad."

Chance cocked an eyebrow at him. "Look, I know I have a bit of a reputation in our year, okay? And there’s a reason for that."

Though he knew what Chance was alluding to, Todd still pretended at a healthy level of skepticism. "Your mother?" he said.

Chance pursed his lips. "Yep."

Todd pretended at ignorance. "I don’t get it," he said.

Chance looked around as if he was afraid someone might see him. Once he was satisfied there weren’t any other people nearby, he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "It’s because my mother wants to dictate my life! There. Are you happy now?"

Todd quirked an eyebrow and pressed the issue. "And you’re letting her?"

Chance fixed Todd with a level glare. "It’s not like I want to."

Todd returned the look. "So why are you letting her walk all over you?"

"Because… I live at home? And she pays for my college education?"

Todd laughed. "So what?" he said. "You’re smart. You could probably get a scholarship. You could get a job. Pay for yourself. Or maybe get a loan!"

Chance frowned. "It’s not like I haven’t considered those things," he said. "I just… I don’t know. I’m probably not good enough to get a scholarship and I can’t get a job since I need to focus on my academics."

"You’re telling me the guy with the 4.0 GPA can’t get a scholarship?" said Todd with genuine incredulity. "Well, shit. Maybe I should be glad I’m on an athletic one if the requirements for academic scholarships are that high."

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess it sounds—"

"Stupid?" Todd cut in. "Yeah. Because it is. A load of fucking horseshit. Have you even tried to apply?"

"No, but—"

"Then how do you know you’re not good enough?" Todd pressed. "And what’s the worst that could happen?"

"My mother doesn’t want me to get a scholarship! She said it would make us look like we can’t afford to pay for university ourselves," said Chance.

Todd blinked. He didn’t think he’d ever heard anything stupider in his life. "Seriously, man?"

Chance nodded.

"So what?" said Todd. "Are you going to let her tell you what to do for the rest of your life?"

"Well, no, but—"

"But you were going to wait until after college?" said Todd.

"Yeah, and—"

"I’m going to guess you said the same thing throughout high school, too. That you were going to take control of your own life once you were 18 and had graduated."

"Well…" Chance trailed off. He was quiet for a good long while. "Yeah…" he said after a minute or so, finally relenting.

"See?" said Todd. "It’s never going to end with her. So you better just rip the band-aid off now."

"I… I guess you’re right…" said Chance.

"I know I’m right. And if you’re so worried about having someplace to live, don’t you have a dad?"

"I, uh… I haven’t seen my dad since I was 7. Mother said he abandoned us and wanted nothing to do with us."

Todd quirked an eyebrow. "And you believed her?"

"I was seven, man! S-E-V-E-N!"

Todd chuckled and shrugged. "Guess I can’t blame you for being a gullible kid."

"Shut up," said Chance, his cheeks faintly red.

"So… Are you going to keep following her rules?" said Todd.

Chance sighed. "I don’t know… Maybe once I get a scholarship," he said.

"Bullshit," said Todd. "You’re just being a coward. Do it. Say you won’t follow her rules anymore. Say you won’t give a shit what she thinks anymore. Say you’re your own person and the only one in control of your destiny is you."

There was a faint flicker of genuine fear across Chance’s face but he took a deep breath and steeled himself. "You know what, you’re right," he said.

"Go on, then," said Todd.

Chance shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to do. He grabbed his tie and loosened it. He unbuttoned the collar of his button-up shirt. "Fuck it!" he said. "Fuck her rules!"

Todd grinned. "That’s more like it, man!"

"Fuck…" Chance sagged in his chair with visible, palpable relief. "Fuck that feels so good to say."

"I bet," said Todd, a small smile tugging at his lips. He leaned forward. planting his elbows on the desk and resting his chin on his clasped hands. "So… Just how bad is it at home? I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you swear."

The red in Chance’s cheeks took on a deeper shade. "You don’t even know the half of it, man. Can’t do anything without her approval. Parental control on all devices. Can’t leave the house without permission. No locks on doors. No privacy, whatsoever."

Todd grimaced. He couldn’t imagine living like that. No wonder Chance was so by-the-rules. He’d been browbeaten into it by his mother. But that was going to change from now on.

He sat back for a moment. "Wow…"

He watched Chance closely—really closely—and took a moment to appreciate the other young man’s looks. Chance was a handsome guy. It was odd he’d never seen it before.

Maybe it was the uncharacteristically relaxed expression Chance was wearing. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t look so much like a condescending son of a bitch all of a sudden. Either way, Chance looked significantly more attractive right now than at any point in the years Todd had known him.

His soft straw-blonde hair looked so much better all mussed up. And without the tightness in his jaw, he didn’t look like he was constipated all the time.

His eyes, in particular, really seemed to sparkle now that he had unburdened himself of his mother’s rules and expectations. He just looked more like an actual person now—rather than a mannequin trying its best to blend in.

Todd surreptitiously licked his lips. A thought had occurred to him. He realized he’d gotten rid of Chance’s inhibitions. All of them.

Chance had to be sexually repressed if Todd believed his account of how things were at home. Part of him sort of—kind of—wanted to know what the guy would do with just a little push.

"So… No locks on your door, right?" said Todd as he tried to suppress the excitement in his voice.

Chance took a breath. "Yep," he said. "I’m not even allowed to close my door."

Holy shit, Todd thought to himself. Chance’s mother was nuts. "Wow. So, uh… Just a bit curious is all… How do you… You know?"

Chance blinked. "How do I what?" he said.

As expected. Given the context of the conversation, any guy with a healthy relationship with his sexuality would have instantly known what Todd was talking about. Not Chance, though.

"You know…" Todd mimed the motion of stroking a cock. "You know?"

"Oh… Oh."

The moment of realization was priceless. It took all of Todd’s willpower not to burst out laughing. Chance turned such a bright shade of scarlet he was afraid the guy might just burst.

Chance coughed and shifted in his seat. "Oh, man. Don’t even remind me," he said as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing up his immaculate styling even more. "Doesn’t happen."

That was about what Todd expected but he wanted to push the matter. "Doesn’t happen? What does that mean?"

"Can’t do it," said Chance. "Can’t close the door, remember?"

Todd shook his head. "Couldn’t you do it while your mom’s not home?"

"Dude." Chance sat up and leaned forward. "You don’t even know the kind of paranoia I had to live with. I had no idea if my mother had put cameras in my room!"

Tod quirked an eyebrow. "No. She wouldn’t. Surely."

"Well… Let’s just say I wouldn’t put it past her," said Chance. "She was obsessed with me having this particular ‘good Christian boy’ image."

"Seriously?" said Todd. There was a genuine note of disbelief in his voice. "Not even a little bit of porn?"

Chance laughed. "She would have killed me," he said. "Especially given the kind of porn I wanted to watch."

Todd smirked. "What, MILFs? Incest?"

"No, man," said Chance. "Guys! Kissing. Grinding. Fucking."

"I didn’t know you were gay," said Todd. He was pleasantly surprised.

Chance laughed. "Don’t tell my mother."

Todd smirked. "I won’t if you don’t," he said. "So… If you’re gay… What do you think of me?"

Chance got even redder—if that was possible. He looked Todd up and down. He hesitated, but only for a second, before he said, "Honestly? Never saw it before but I think you’re kinda cute."

It was Todd’s turn to blush. "Thanks," he said.

He was aware he was attractive. Girls had always told him how good his soft blue eyes, messy black hair, light freckling, and dimples were. And, well, he had a small track record of hook-ups that attested to the same thing.

Todd swallowed the faint embarrassment from the compliment and said, "God. You must be pent up, then."

"Fuck. Don’t remind me. You don’t even know, man," Chance groaned.

Todd licked his lips. He made sure Chance could see. Then, he got up from his side of the desk and walked over to sit beside Chance. "Well…" he said in a low and sultry voice, "We are in a pretty out-of-the-way part of the library."

"No… You’re not… You can’t be…" Chance’s eyes widened. "You’re serious?" he said.

"Yeah, man," said Todd. He leaned in and put his hand on Chance’s knee. "Just think of it as a little reward for shaking off all those pesky rules and inhibitions that have been keeping you down."

Chance glanced at the hand that was on his knee. "For real?" he said.

"Yeah," said Todd, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You’re sure it’s alright?"


Chance looked like he was going to go for it but at the last moment, he hesitated. "It won’t be weird?"

Todd chuckled. "Not for me. It gonna be weird for you?"

Chance scratched his cheek. "A little, I guess. Is that bad? I’ve never done this around another person before. Much less in public."

"Nah," said Todd. "You just don’t know how good it gets yet."

He leaned in and whispered, in Chance’s ear, "And it’s the risk of getting caught that makes it hot."

Chance gulped audibly. "I… I can’t deny that part," he said.

Todd glanced at the space between Chance’s legs. There was a sizable lump there. And it twitched as he slid his hand up along the inside of Chance’s leg. "Honestly. Part of it is I just want to see it."

"Y-you’re gay too?" said Chance.


Chance’s cheeks burned. "Fuck…"

"Go on," said Todd. "Whip it out. Have a bit of fun. I’ll keep watch."

Inhibitions or no, jerking off in public was still an unfamiliar thing for Chance. What he needed was a little push. And Todd was all too happy to provide it.

Chance’s fingers drifted to the front of his pants. "Y-you’re gonna keep an eye out in case anyone comes, right? Y-you don’t just mean you’re going to watch?"

Todd smirked. "Yeah. Now, quit stalling. I know you can hardly think of doing anything else right now."

"You’re right…" Chance muttered breathlessly.

The words were spoken so softly Todd had to wonder whether Chance had meant to say the comment out loud. Either way, it was good to know the suggestions had properly taken hold.

Chance clumsily unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. The poor guy was still wearing tighty-whities. Somehow, that made it hotter.

Tighty-whities were so… innocent. There was just something so delectably filthy to see them stretched over a sizable and straining cock. And the large wet spot at the end of Chance’s hardness, which had so thoroughly soaked through the cotton as to make it see-through, only added to the effect.

Chance licked his lips as he stuck his hand down the waistband of his underwear. He gasped. "Fuck," he breathed as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock.

Chance palmed himself, squeezing along his length a few times with his eyes closed and his lips parted until Todd interjected.

"Take it out, man," said Todd. "I want to see it."

"A-alright. I-I mean… I don’t think it’s anything special," said Chance. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and briefs with his other hand and pushed them down his legs to free his cock from the confines of his underwear.

Chance wasn’t the biggest Todd had ever seen but he had an appreciable endowment. "It’s a pretty cock," said Todd, which wasn’t just flattery.

"Y-yeah?" said Chance, his cheeks turning a tinge darker.

Todd nodded and smirked. "Pity it’s been neglected for so long."

Chance stared down at his cock. "Y-yeah… Um… What… What do I do now?"

Todd stared at him incredulously. "Seriously?"

Chance nodded, averting his gaze.

Todd laughed. "Do what feels natural, man."

"A-alright," said Chance.

He squeezed his cock. He squeezed it so hard Todd was afraid it would pop and then proceeded to stroke himself with the same vice-like iron grip.

"Woah there, buddy," said Todd, placing a hand on Chance’s wrist to stop him before he did any damage to himself. "You can relax."

Chance stared at Todd with confused and pleading eyes.

"You can start by loosening your grip," said Todd. "I know the expression is choke the chicken but at the rate you’re going, you’re gonna pop the head right off the fucking chicken if you’re not careful."

Chance blushed and did as he was told. There was a marked change in his expression. "O-oh yeah. That… That feels better…"

"Good," said Todd. "Now proceed."

Chance nodded. He stroked himself. He started slow. Up and down. "Fuck," he breathed. "This feels so good."

"Hell yeah, bro," said Todd, rubbing himself through his pants.

Chance picked up the pace. Small noises of surprise and pleasure spilled from his lips as he discovered things about himself he’d never known before. "Oh fuck. Does it always feel this good?" he moaned.

"Mhm," Todd hummed. Man. It was a sight to see. He didn’t know whether it was the quiet gasps and groans or the way Chance’s face scrunched up in desperate pleasure but just watching Chance jerk off was so hot to him. "It can get even better."

"Fuck," Chance groaned. "I-I can’t even imagine."

"You won’t have to, before long," said Todd. "You’ll know what to do as you learn more about what makes your cock throb."


Todd nodded. "Oh, yeah."

"F-fuck!" Chance whined. "I-I can’t wait…"

Todd licked his lips. "Shit, man. You make me want to take mine out and join you."

"O-oh fuck. Oh, fuck." Chance pulled his hand off his cock and writhed in his seat as his hardness bobbed and pulsed between his legs.

"Why’d you stop?" said Todd.

"B-because…" Chance whined. "W-when you said that. I-I felt like I was going to come apart."

Todd grinned. "You’re supposed to!" he said.


Todd had to laugh. "Don’t tell me you don’t know what an orgasm is," he said.

"N-no, I do, I just… Was that what it was?" Chance sounded utterly baffled. It was adorable.

Todd nodded. "Oh yeah," he said. "You were so close, too. I could tell."

Chance whined. "I-I felt like my cock was going to explode."

Todd grinned. "Let it."

"I-I’ve had a few wet dreams but…" Chance groaned as he returned his fingers to his cock. "T-they never felt this… This intense."

Chance stroked himself a few times before his other hand shot out to grab the edge of the table in a white-knuckled grip. "Oh fuck. I think I’m gonna…"

"Go for it, man!" said Todd.


"Bust that nut, bro. Tell your body your cock is free now!"

"Cu-cumming!" Chance gasped. And he did.

His legs shook as the first shot of his orgasm slammed into him. The spurt was so forceful it nearly cleared the top of the closest bookshelf.

The rest weren’t quite as powerful but they did leave a bit of a mess on the table and Chance himself. The load was so thick and potent the air just stank of cum.

"How’d that feel?" said Todd.

"A-amazing," Chance breathed.

"You gonna neglect that cock from now on?"

Chance took a moment to catch his breath. "F-fuck no…"


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3 thoughts on “Rubber Bonds pt. 2

  1. I find it nice that Chance is concerned enough to try to help Todd out before doing waht he want, at least there is some give and take here, I hope todd gets a happy ending

  2. This story’s really light on the kink side but by the Pink Fairy it’s so. Fucking. Sweet. I love this!! Unrepressed Chance is so cute, and Todd seems like a genuinely nice guy. Please tell me there’ll be more!

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