The school project

10 -You May Now Talk...

"I wonder..." Ned whispered, his breath hot. "Will my mouth be able to pleasure this hot guy? Will he be too overwhelmed by the feeling? I hope he won't be mad that I'm taking such liberties with his body while he's 'asleep'..."

Marcus, trapped in the haze of the blindfold and the restraints, let out a shaky, airy moan. He played along, his voice sounding like a drifting dream, soft and desperate. "Yes... you can pleasure it... please... make me feel good... just swallow my cock..."

Ned started by peeling the sheer briefs down, freeing the massive, throbbing c**k. It leaped out, glistening with precum. Ned didn't go for the head immediately; he licked the base, swirling his tongue around the heavy balls.

Slurp... lap... lap...

"Mmm... is the dreamer enjoying this?" Ned whispered.

"Yes..." Marcus moaned, his voice airy, as if drifting in a dream. "It feels... so warm. Please... keep going."

"Does he love how my mouth feels on this huge membrane?" Ned asked, sliding his tongue up the underside of the shaft.

"I love it... so much," Marcus whimpered, his hips lifting slightly. "Your tongue is... so soft. Please... a little higher."

Ned obliged, taking the massive head into his mouth with a loud pop. He began a slow, rhythmic suction, swirling his tongue around the rim of the glans.

"What should I do next?" Ned mumbled around the girth.

"Suck it... please... just suck the head... oh god, yes... right there."

As Marcus reached his first peak of the hour, Ned suddenly pulled away with a wet schlick sound.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ned teased. "I think the dreamer is too excited. We must slow down."

"Please..." Marcus begged, his voice trembling. "Don't stop... I need it... please, Ned..."

"You know, Marcus," Ned murmured, pulling back with a wet pop. "I spend so much time in class just staring at you. I fantasize about that soft bulge of yours pressing against your trousers. I often wish you'd just stop wearing underwear... imagine how much easier it would be to feel you throb against the fabric, knowing there's nothing between us."

Marcus groaned, his hips giving a small, involuntary jerk. "I... I would do that for you... if you wanted... oh god, keep sucking them..."

Ned moved his mouth back to the n*****s, pinching them hard between his teeth while his hand slid down to grip the massive, 9-inch shaft. Schlick... slurp...

Ned returned, but this time he focused on the friction. He used a generous amount of saliva, coating the 9-inch shaft until it was dripping. He began to deepthroat, pushing himself down as far as he could, his throat tightening around the girth.

Gulp... gluck... slurp...

"How deep do you want me, Marcus?" Ned asked, pulling back just an inch.

"Deeper... please... I want to feel you... all the way back," Marcus groaned, his toes curling against the ties.

"You're so thick... it's almost too much," Ned whispered, before plunging back down. Gluck... gluck...

"Yes... just like that... oh, you're so good at this... please, don't stop now."

"Do you want me to use my tongue on the slit?"

"Yes... please... swirl it... oh god, I can't... I'm going to..."

Just as Marcus's breath hitched and his stomach muscles tightened, Ned stopped. He began to gently lick Marcus's inner thighs instead.

"I'm so sorry, Marcus," Ned whispered. "But we can't have you waking up too soon."

"Please... I'm begging you... just a little more... I can't take it," Marcus pleaded, his voice breaking.

"You know what... at the back of the classroom," Ned continued, his voice becoming more explicit. "I imagine us sitting there, the professor droning on, while my hand is hidden under your desk. I fantasize about pinching these hard n*****s and pumping your c**k at the same time, making you fight to stay quiet while I force you to ejaculate right there in your seat, the heat of your c*m soaking into your pants while you stare straight ahead."

"Please... do it... I'd love that... I'd be so desperate for you," Marcus whimpered, his breathing becoming erratic.

Ned spent the third hour alternating between the n*****s and the c**k. He would suck a n****e hard, then dive down to the d**k, creating a sensory overload.

Slurp... pop... schlick...

"Does the dreamer like being played with like this?" Ned asked, pinching both n*****s while sucking the head of the c**k.

"I... I love it... but it hurts... it hurts so good," Marcus moaned, his body arching.

"Tell me how you want it, Marcus. Please tell me."

"Please... suck it fast... really fast... I need to feel the pressure."

Ned accelerated, his mouth working in a blur of wetness, the sounds of slurping filling the room. Marcus was sobbing now, the pleasure becoming an ache.

"Almost there... almost there..." Ned whispered.

"Yes! Now! Please, Ned, let me c*m! I'm begging you!"

Ned pulled away completely, leaving Marcus throbbing and leaking a river of precum onto the sheets.

"I'm so sorry, Marcus. I just want to make sure you're really, really ready."

"Please... have mercy... I'll do anything... just let me finish," Marcus whimpered, his voice a desperate whisper.

"I don't want you all to myself, either," Ned whispered, his voice dripping with lust. "I have these fantasies... during the breaks between classes... I imagine you being so generous to our other gay classmates. I see them crowding around you, Marcus. I imagine them taking turns licking these salty armpits, squeezing your biceps and thighs, caressing that huge bulge through your pants, and sucking your n*****s while you just stand there, enjoying the worship."

Marcus let out a loud, guttural moan, his body arching against the ties. "Yes... let them... as long as you're watching... as long as you're the one who finishes me..."

Ned chuckled, moving his mouth down to the head of the c**k, swirling his tongue around the slit. Lap... lap... slurp...

"What about the middle of a lecture?" Ned teased. "I imagine you leaning over and whispering in my ear, telling me you can't take it anymore... asking me to follow you to the nearest CR just so I can drop to my knees and suck you dry before the bell rings. The thrill of the risk... the fear of being caught..."

"I would... I'd pull you away... I'd beg you to suck me," Marcus gasped, his voice breaking with arousal.

Ned took the head into his mouth, creating a powerful vacuum. Gluck... gluck... slurp... He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with precum.

"And the naps, Marcus... I imagine you falling asleep in the library or the lounge, and I'd wake you up not with a touch, but with a blowjob. I'd slide my mouth over you while you're still half-dreaming, making you wake up to the feeling of my throat tightening around your girth."

"Oh god... yes... wake me up like that... please, Ned... just do it now..."

Ned's voice dropped to a dark, hungry tone. "And the library... the quietest place on campus. I fantasize about you taking control, pushing my head down, and face-f*****g me right there between the bookshelves. I want to feel your 9 inches plunging deep into my throat, choking me, while we both pray that no one walks around the corner to see me being used by you."

"But my favorite," Ned whispered, his breath hot against Marcus's ear, "is the thought of the day of the exam. I imagine you seducing our closeted gay professor, leading him somewhere private and allowing him to suck and worship you. I imagine watching from the shadows as he grovels at your feet, tasting you, while I wait for my turn to finish you off."

Marcus was practically sobbing now, his body trembling with a mixture of extreme horniness and the agony of denial. "I want to... I want to f**k your mouth... please... I'm so close... let me c*m, please, Ned!"

The final hour was a masterclass in denial. Ned focused on the most sensitive parts—the frenulum and the balls—using a combination of tongue flicks and tight suction.

Slurp... lap... gluck...

"You've been such a generous boy, Marcus," Ned murmured. "So much precum... you're practically dripping for me."

"I am... I'm so horny... please... I can't breathe... just let me c*m," Marcus gasped, his chest heaving.

"Do you want to feel my throat tighten around you one last time?"

"Yes... please... plunge it deep... I want to feel you choke on it... oh god, yes!"

Ned took him deep, the girth stretching his mouth to the limit. He worked him with an intensity that had Marcus screaming into the eyemask, his hips thrusting wildly against the restraints.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Ned, please!"

At the absolute precipice, the moment Marcus's body began to seize for the climax, Ned stopped. He didn't just pull away; he sat back and watched the massive c**k twitch and throb in the air, completely unspent.

"Time's up," Ned whispered.

He calmly reached down and untied Marcus's ankles, then his wrists. He didn't help him up; he simply stood up and smoothed out his own clothes.

Marcus lay there, shaking, his heart hammering against his ribs, his c**k still rock-hard and leaking. He was in a state of total sensory collapse, his mind a haze of pleasure and frustration.

A minute passed in heavy silence. Then, Ned reached over and gave Marcus a light, casual tap on the shoulder.

"Wake up, hotty," Ned said, his voice returning to that innocent, classmate tone. "Dinner's ready. Let's go eat."