Every time he heard someone walk in the door, Nick looked up from the soup he was stirring on the stovetop and glanced over to see who it was. It wasnāt Jamie. It was never Jamie Heād seen Caleb come through, so that was a relief, but he just really needed to see his Dom right now. He turned the flame down to a simmer and dropped down onto a kitchen chair, folding his arms against the table and letting his head fall down against it. Why did they have to punish the people whoād done nothing wrong?!
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The blonde woke up early that morning, she had a few plans for the day but first there were some things to organise, make some calls and be sure everything would be like she requested it to be. After that she gave Noah a bath and when Nick confirmed he was at the lobby, they took the elevator and meet him there. Apparently Matt wasnāt very pleased that his son was spending time with people he didnāt know, but Benzo trusted Nick and she knew Matt was also spending time with other persons so it was only fair. She saw him standing there and leaving Noah at a side the blonde covered his eyes playfullyĀ āGuess whoā she chuckled trying not to make it even more obvious than what her voice could tell. @iiamnickjonas
It felt odd, bad, like a punch straight into his dignity... Coming back to what used to be his place to pick up the rest of his clothes he couldnāt take the night he had been quite literally kicked out because... well, because he had no more than two hands and a backpack to carry it all. He only had a couple hours to go, so he hadnāt much time to waste. Heād brought a couple bags and a big suitcase heād borrowed from Casey, so he could fit as many first necessity things he had, though under Kevinās eye, all of his things were first necessity. It was hard, though, to look at the door and not have the key. His tenant had left the door open for the time gap he was supposed to be there, and though he had little time to do it all, he stood outside the door for some reason, hand on the doorknob as if looking at it would give him all the answers he needed.Ā
Nick knew heād have felt disrespectful to try this task during class, so the full-cafeteria-during-lunch option it was. He only got a sandwich to eat, his stomach too wrapped up in his nerves to get much more down. He bussed his tray with its mostly-eaten sandwich when he was done but returned to his seat in the middle of the room, licking his lips as he looked around the room to see how many people--and who exactly--was looking his way.
He slid his chair back from the table a little bit, not far enough to get in anyoneās way as they walked past, but enough so that his crotch was clearly visible. He set one hand lightly on top of himself inside his jeans and rubbed at his cock gently, working him toward hardness. It didnāt take much, since he was excited by the prospect of showing off like this.
Once he was happy with how hard he was, he unzipped his fly, biting his lip as he glanced around the room again. He made eye contact with someone for a brief moment as he pulled himself out of his underwear and jeans, but he quickly dropped his eyes away. He glanced around until he committed his gaze to the empty table in front of him, knowing that no where else was really safe.
He could feel his face flushing with embarrassment as he began to stroke himself out in the open, but he made sure to keep his focus on himself and not anyone who might be watching or what they might be saying about him. His cock throbbed in his hand, and he slowly worked himself over, dragging his hand lightly from base to tip, then repeating the action.Ā
Gradually, he began to increase the pace of his hand as he could feel his pleasure growing. Every once in a while, though, heād stop entirely and look down at himself, letting his cock bounce freely where it was. Heād get back to giving it attention before too long, though, and he had to bite his lip to muffle some of the moans as he felt an orgasm start to build.
At that realization, he snapped his eyes upward, glancing around to see who was watching him. He was supposed to play with himself, not bring himself to orgasm. He took a couple of deep calming breaths before tucking himself back into his jeans--which were now farĀ too tight--and standing up to make his way out of the cafeteria, hopefully without comment.
Time was a funny thing. It never seemed to go at its actual pace--if you were excited about something, it slowed way down, but if you were dreading something, it seemed to go by in an instant. When thereās an event youāre both dreading and excited for, perhaps thatās when itās closest to being accurate.
Nick had woken up early so that he could spend extra time in the bathroom getting ready without getting in the way of Blaineās routine. Heād scrubbed himself twice in the shower, making sure to get into all of his little nooks and crannies, and heād trimmed his pubes to make them all a nice, even length. It wasnāt that he wasnāt usually clean or presentable, but if he was going to be seen naked in public, he wanted to make sure he was giving off the best impression he possibly could.
The rest of the day had gone past at its normal pace, much to Nickās frustration. A kiss with Mateo between classes kept him going, though, and by the time glee was finished, he was just ready to get this over with. He waited until most people had cleared the room before stripping down and stuffing his clothes and shoes into the extra duffel bag heād stuffed into his backpack earlier. It took him a few seconds to work up the courage to actually get moving again, though.
āIām about to head out,ā he said to Blaineās back, grateful for his roommate helping him out with this.Ā āThanks again. Youāre the best.ā He cleared his throat and took a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway so that he could start his way across campus to the Dominant dormitory.
He kept his head high as he walked, his hands bunched into fists at his sides. He knew he had nothing to be embarrassed about, and he wasnāt going to cover himself up--but that didnāt mean his face wasnāt as red as a tomato as he strode through the Performing Arts Center and out the door to the rest of the campus. He gave a slight nod of his head toward anyone whose eyes caught his, but before too long, he was inside the other building.
He couldnāt believe he was actually doing this.
He really hoped Bethan had listened and wasnāt witnessing any of it.
Wyattās room was a good distance down the hallway, and it took a lot for him to keep his steady pace rather than running down the hall to get there faster. Once he was there, he settled on his knees and knocked twice on the door before dropping his hands down against his sides. His jaw dropped open a little when he looked down and noticed that he was half-hard from his walk, and he wondered if heād be able to will himself soft before the door opened.
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Oliver had told Nick that Noah had broken up with him, and that had to explain the fact that heād seen his brother wandering around in below-freezing weather without shoes on the night before. With Noah refusing to answer his texts and calls, Nick was left with no choice but to go down the hall to his brotherās room. He knocked on the door and bit his lip while he waited, feeling awkward standing there rather than waiting on his knees. Knowing his brother, though, the last thing he needed was seeing Nick kneeling while he waited.Ā āNoah Sir?ā he called out when he didnāt hear any movement on the other side of the door. He knocked again, more loudly this time. When he still didnāt get an answer, he pounded heavily on the door, calling his brotherās name. He gave it a few more seconds before frowning and slowly making his way back home. Was Noah ignoring him, or was he hurt? Heād promised Ollie he wouldnāt tell anyone about the breakup, but if Noah was in trouble... he had to say something, right? @tapdancingduval
Tagging: @submissivelynickā and a Dominant female slave
Location: Presentation Room
Date: Wednesday, August 1, 2018
Summary: Wax play.
āState your safe word for the record, and strip.ā
āYes, Miss,ā Nick replied.Ā āI use yellowĀ to pause and red to stop.ā He didnāt hesitate to pull off his clothes, folding them loosely and setting them in a pile on the floor next to him. He blushed a little at his nudity in front of the heads, but he knew he should be used to it by now. Maybe it had something to do with being with a Dominant he didnāt know that well, even if they had gotten together a few times to plan their scene.
āGood boy,ā she replied, and she gestured to the table on one side of the stage.Ā āGo light the two candles on the table, then make a chart with three columns on the notebook sitting there. Label the columns Body Part, Candle 1, and Candle 2.ā
Nick nodded.Ā āYes, Miss.ā He moved to do as he was told, and the Dominant watched him for a moment before turning to explain the scene to the heads.
āNick is going to be making a reference chart for himself. The two candles have different melting points, and only I know which one is which. He will be rating the pain on a scale from 1 to 10, with 10 being the most painful. Nick, do you have any questions?ā
His tasks finished, Nick had stood quietly and watched for the last sentence or two of the explanation.Ā āNo questions, Miss. Iām ready.āĀ
āGood boy. Hold out both of your hands, palms up.ā
Nick did as he was told again, his eyes widening as the slave grabbed the candles and began to drip a little bit of wax into each of his open palms, one at a time.
āHow were those?ā she asked when she was done.
The question reminded Nick to breathe again, and he wetted his lips with his tongue while he thought.Ā āUm, this oneās a 4, Miss,ā he said, holding up his right hand,Ā āand this oneās maybe a 5?āĀ
The woman hummed and noted down the numbers on the chart Nick had made, since he wasnāt allowed to know which candle was which.Ā
She continued to order him to present different parts of his body to her, some more sensitive--like the soles of his feet--and others more tolerant of pain, like his ass. She didnāt always do the same parts of his body at once, instead switching it up so she went from stomach to thigh to shoulder and then back to stomach again. Each time, she kept the candle at about 6 inches from Nickās body so that the drop wouldnāt affect the temperature.
As they neared the end of their time, she looked over the list and then back to Nick, who was breathing a little more shallowly than normal. He hadnāt felt the need to safeword in the slightest, and though his responses had started to grow more curt as the scene had gone on, heād stayed proper the whole time.
āInteresting results,ā she commented, holding the list out for Nick to look over. Candle 1 tended to have ratings 1 or 2 points higher than Candle 2, though Candle 2 had been more painful on his feet. She set the list down on the table and handed him the pen.Ā āWrite down balls,ā she instructed.
Nick bit his lip and gave her a quick glance but other than that, he didnāt hesitate to do as he was told.
āNow grab one of the candles--either one--and drip one drop onto your balls.ā
āYes, Miss.ā Nickās voice shook a bit; he was okay with allowing someone else to do all sorts of things to him, but actively participating was somehow much more intense. He moved quickly so that he didnāt have to think anything through, grabbing the candle nearer to him and immediately pouring a single drop of hot wax down onto his right ball. He winced at the pain of the heat but otherwise didnāt let on how much it hurt.
āRating?ā
āI-- um-- nine, Miss. Definitely a nine.ā
āHm,ā she hummed.Ā āI wonder which one you chose? If youāre lucky, that was the hotter one, and the next one wonāt be quite so bad. If youāre not so lucky, this is going to be fun. One drop, a number, and then cover it.ā
Nick looked up sharply at the last part.Ā
āYou heard me.ā
āYes, Miss.ā He took a deep breath this time, and he knew he could do it if he just didĀ it. He picked up the other candle and dripped a single drop onto his left ball, held out for him with his free hand.Ā āE-eight,ā he stuttered, just as he tipped the candle over, letting a pool of wax fall down onto his sensitive skin, some of it running down onto his fingers. He whimpered softly, not in enough pain to need to safeword, but enough for him to be glad they were finishing.
The slave smiled at him as she took the candle away.Ā āGood boy,ā she said, writing down his last two ratings.Ā āThat wasnāt so bad, now was it?ā
āNo, Miss,ā Nick replied with a shake of his head. He pulled his hand away from his crotch and stood back up straight.
āThank the heads, and you can gather your things and weāll go get you cleaned up. I hope the list is useful to you in the future.ā
Nick breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.Ā āThank you, Miss,ā he said to the Domme,Ā āand thank you, Sir and Miss.ā
Tagging: @submissivelynick
Location: All over campus
Date: Saturday, June 16th, 2018
Summary: Nick completes two bingo squares: no toilet for 24 hoursĀ and drink only your own piss for a day.
Nick groaned to himself as he woke up on Saturday morning, his body sore with the aches and pains of the morning after an intense sexual encounter. He picked up his phone and started to flip through it, but his attention was caught by the reminder heād given himself for 12:01am that morning: no toilet.Ā
He sighed to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose before spreading his fingers out and wiping away the crustiness that had formed around the edges of his eyes while heād slept. Realizing he couldnāt really put it off much longer, he forced his legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed the empty water bottle heād set out on the nightstand for this purpose, and made his way into the bathroom. Emrys definitely didnāt need to know what was going on right now.
Luckily, his body was ready and willing to cooperate, and he was able to release right away once heād gotten the bottle in place. He caught all of his stream, and he managed to fill the bottle up about three-quarters of the way before he was done. Blushing to himself, he lifted the bottle up to his lips and took a swig. He made a face; his own urine definitely didnāt taste as good as Mateoās--or maybe they tasted the same, and he just didnāt have the arousal right now to make it as hot as it should be.Ā
As he screwed the lid on, washed his hands, and brought the bottle back out into the main room of his dorm, he was suddenly glad heād chosen a weekend day to do this rather than having to carry the bottle with him through all his classes. He set it aside and grabbed one of his textbooks, beginning to read one of the assignments he had due for Monday. While he worked, he sipped at the bottle, doing his best to follow the spirit of the bingo squares. He knew combining them would probably mean he didnāt need to go that often, but he wanted to challenge himself and push his envelope just a bit.
He refilled the bottle by about half an inch before lunch, which he took in the cafeteria. His face was heated the entire time he ate, washing his food down with the contents of the bottle, and he wondered who noticed and what they thought of him. He carried it with him outside, as well, over to the bench where he sat with his guitar, playing through some of his old favorites. Getting lost in his music was helpful, and he blushed again when his bladder started to make itself known. The bottle was almost empty by that point, so that made sense, and he carried his things back into his dorm.
It was easier to refill the bottle this time, and it was about half-full by the time he was finished. He wolfed down a protein bar, then climbed into bed with his phone and the bottle of yellow liquid by his side. He sent a few messages back and forth, sipping at the bottle on and off. As sleep started to tug at his eyes, he bit his lip and looked at the bottle. Deciding he might as well give it his all, he knocked back the rest of the liquid. His cock ached in its cage, and he got out of bed to toss the bottle in the trash and brush his teeth before he finally allowed sleep to pull him under.
