The Other Side of Midnight Final Chapter

The Other Side of Midnight – Final Chapter

By Patrik Razmuzzen

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Going over to Mark's that Friday night I felt a mixture of pure exhilaration and total fear. Amy thought I was the luckiest sod going and even tried to negotiate staying a bit longer with her parents, but there was no way I was going to let her spoil this for me. This was my biggest chance to show that I could dominate. My feelings intensified up until the point where I rang their bell. I was surprise when Ella answered.

"Claire's still getting ready and Mark's watching television," she told me.

I went inside to find Mark sitting on a towel on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, reminding me of the evening I found out about the game. For some reason, though, this time his body was covered in streaks of dry mud.

"Claire got me to help her with some weeding and planting."

"Lucky you," I replied.

Behind me, Claire walked in. "Sorry, I'm running a bit late and I haven't had a chance to give Mark his bath - can you do that?"

"Eh, yeah - sure...."

"Thanks!" she said and disappeared again. It only occurred to me later that she'd probably set this up. Not that I cared - I couldn't wait to get started.

"And don't forget - he has to be punished tonight," she added.

Beneath the dirty streaks on his face, I could see Mark grinning. This didn't exactly help, as I still had no idea what I was going to do with him. He did seem to be looking forward to it, though.

As soon as Claire and Ella left, I dispatched him to the kitchen to get the tub, and some hot water, and lay some towels on the floor. He did as he was told, stepped in, and waited.

I took a deep breath, rubbed my hands in the soap and started massaging his back.

"So, why did you want to help Claire anyway?" Mark asked.

"I just like watching you being embarrassed!" I replied.

"I don't really feel embarrassed now," he said. "Not as much as when Claire or one of her friends bathes me."

"Really?" I would have been - if I'd been ordered to stand naked in the middle of my room while my friend washed me!

I couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed, though. "Why not?" I asked, as I glanced down at his bottom below, soft and perfectly formed, even from this angle. I had to really calm myself down a bit and I felt my dick rising in my pants.

He just shrugged. "Feels nice when you do it," he said. " But not scary - they're not supposed to see me naked."

It made sense, in a way. But then what could I do to embarrass him that the others couldn't?

"Have to work on that," I said. By now, I'd moved down to his lower back, pausing before finally soaping his bottom. It was much softer and fleshier than when I spanked him. There was no tension, just a soft warm flesh and I could really enjoy the touch of. I groped him gently, rubbed my hands up and down over the muscle and then in between his legs, letting his balls hang on my wrist as I soaped in and out between his thighs.

All of my fears drifted away. I didn't care where I touched him or what he thought. He may not have been as embarrassed or uncomfortable as I'd hoped, but I didn't care. I felt as if this was about me and what I wanted to do to him and where I wanted to touch him.

I washed his legs and feet next, taking my time to enjoy the moment. Finally I stood back, waited for a second and then slapped his bottom. He yelped with surprise.

"How about now? Embarrassed yet?"

"Not really."

"Turn around, then."

He did as he was told, smiling as he did it. He had a raging hard-on - I don't think I'd ever seen him harder - and his balls were hanging in the soap underneath, rocking gently as he moved.

"Anyway, you're seen me already," he said. "Most of Claire's friends haven't. Sometimes she says nothing and the first thing they know is when they come in and see me naked."

"Really?"

"That's really embarrassing," he went on as I soaped him chest and under his arms. "It was a bit embarrassing the first time you saw me too because I wasn't allowed to tell you what was happening. Kind of feels nice when you -"

He stopped dead when my hand grabbed his erect dick and started stroking it gently. Beneath it, his balls shook and he seemed to stop breathing, just for a second. Then I reached underneath, took a hold of his balls and soaped them gently as they hung there.

For a few seconds, he was silent. I looked up to see that he had closed his eyes and was panting slightly. I took my hands away and he gasped again. I wanted to being him off, but he was enjoying this too much. Besides - I had all night.

So I reached down into the water and soaped up his slender legs, massaging them as I did. He enjoyed it, but I could tell he was disappointed that I wasn't touching him where he really wanted to be touched.

But that wasn't his choice - it was mine.

Finally, the bath was over and I dispatched him to get Bertha and begin his post bath routine. This, he later told me, wasn't all that embarrassing either, because I'd seen him do it before and he was well used to do sucking the giant rubber penis in front of an audience.

But something he had said stuck with me; it was more embarrassing with Claire's friends because he didn't know them. The problem was the only people I knew were people he also knew and who knew about the game. So who else could I call?

It only took me a minute to work something out. While he was sucking on Bertha, I nipped out into the kitchen and made a call to order the pizza. Claire had left money and told us to do so - perhaps this was her way of setting a test for me?

Of course, the less Mark knew about this the better, so when I came back in I just said nothing.

He stopped sucking a short while later and announced that he was dry. I patted down his warm soft skin and allowed him to finish.

For the next part of the evening, we just watched television - almost exactly as we had done a few weeks or so before when I found out about this game, but this time with me being a bit more clued-in and a bit more comfortable, impatiently waiting for the doorbell to ring.

And twenty long minutes later, it did.

Mark looked round at me, genuinely confused.

"You better get that," I said.

"Who did you call?" he asked.

"Just answer the door," I said, firmly.

He got up and I watched him prance out into the hall. He opened the door gingerly and stood there, taking the pizza with both hands, leaving himself uncovered. He put the pizza down on a table beside the door and came back - this time with a bouncing erection. He swore at me as he grabbed the money and headed back out.

Finally!

He paced back out, paid the delivery boy and came back in with the pizza.

"You could have warned me!"

"Why?" I said, "You're being punished remember?"

He didn't reply. Instead, he opened the pizza boxes and started pulling apart a slice until I stopped him.

I was the master here, not him.

So, for the next hour, while we watched a movie, I had him kneel beside me on the floor and masturbate to keep his erection but not cumming, while I are the pizza. Of course, I fed him his share, but only when I felt like it and only to his mouth directly, like a dog. At one point, I made him wrap one of the colder slices around his dick and hump it before allowing him to eat it.

It was, at least at that point of my life, one of the most erotic evenings I'd ever had. Every dream came through for me - having Mark to touch and order around as for an entire night. I never wanted it to end. At some point though, I did get tired and we went to bed. Or at least I went to bed and took him with me.

It felt weird, changing into pyjamas while he stood and waited, nothing to do, to take off or to change into. I made him stand in the middle of the room with his hands on his head while I got into bed and made a deal about relaxing. Again, he just laughed. It was annoying that he wasn't disliking this, but then I made him wait while I pulled out a comic and started reading it.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked.

"No," he replied. "It's a warm night."

"Then why are you shaking?"

He didn't reply. It was fun watching him standing there though - I just wished he wasn't enjoying it as much. reached out and took hold of his balls. Juggling them in their sack. I went back to reading, while I slowly molested him. I masturbated him, ticked him, fondled him - everything, but he still just oohed and ahhed. In the end, I told him to switch off the lights and get into bed.

He practically bounced over to the light-switch and everything went dark. A few seconds later I felt my covers being pulled away and he was getting into the bed beside me.

"I meant your own bed!" I said.

"Well, you should have said," he replied as he snuggled in beside me. He threw one leg over mine and rubbed his cold hand up and down my tummy, and then the inside of my thigh. I felt my dick stiffen under his touch. Should I be allowing him to do this? But it felt so good!

Then he disappeared under the duvet and I felt something moist envelop my penis, like wet sandpaper. Was he sucking me off?

Then it came a massive wave of electricity over my groin, spreading out over my body. I felt something flow through my penis, that wasn't pee and then for a second everything stopped. My eyes closed, my back arched and I bolt of electricity shot through my body like never before.

Mark didn't stop sucking. I lost count of the number of times I spurted into his mouth, but every time I thought it was over, one more spasm came. After what felt like minutes, I fell back onto the mattress, panting. Mark reappeared from under the covers.

"Where- where did you learn to do that?"

"Not all of Claire's friends are girls," he replied. "Ella has a younger brother and he comes round sometimes. He's allowed to play with me, and sometimes he wants me to do that to him."

Ella's brother? Was there anyone who wasn't in on this?

"Can you do it again?"

He disappeared beneath the sheets.

That was when I discovered something else about myself: I have no refraction period. At no point did my erection go down and far from wanting a break I wanted more. Even today, as an adult, I'm the same.

The shapes under the covers moved as Mark got between my legs again. I felt his warm hands caressing my exposed thighs and then gently massaging my balls. Then nothing, then the thighs again. I couldn't see where he was going to touch me next and it was amazing. Finally a wet sensation on my penis and he started sucking. Within seconds, I felt my orgasm coming on and my hips arched upward. I felt Mark's hands supporting my ass and then I shot. Not as much as I did the first time, but just as good.

Mark reappeared from beneath the covers and smiled.

In all, I had him do me five times that night. I think I fell asleep some time with Mark gently licking my balls.

When I woke up the next morning, all I had on was a t-shirt and Mark was still in the bed beside me, sleeping. I reached over and cuddled his warm naked body, rubbing his penis to erection, but going no further.

At some point, he got out of bed though and started with his routine. It was fun watching him masturbate in front of the shower and for once, I think he felt a bit humiliating doing it with me watching. When he finished, I grabbed a shower, but told him to wait outside. When we were finished we went downstairs and he got breakfast ready

"I stink of sweat," he told me.

"Yeah, but it's kind of nice in a weird way," I replied. "And I want another one."

Mark sighed and got down on his knees right there in the middle of the kitchen and started sucking me off. All I had to do was open my eyes and look down at his kneeling naked figure, submissively catering to my demands. Right there in his family kitchen. Oh, this was going to go on forever.

I tried to hold in the orgasm, but it was hopeless and I spurted right into his mouth. I'm pretty sure he swallowed most of it, but some he spat into the sink. I should really have punished him for that, but it was too late.

I would have gotten him to do it again, but there was the clink of keys in the door and Claire walked in. A few minutes earlier and she'd have caught is in the middle of the act - not that it would have mattered.

She smiled uttered a good morning, went upstairs for a few minutes, came down and sat down with the table and dismissed Mark.

"So how did it go last night?" she asked.

"Really good - I think I might be getting good at this domination thing."

"Oh?"

"Well, he did everything I told him to. We... did..." My voice floundered a bit. How much of this did I really want someone else to know? Even Claire? "Well - he got into my bed and he... he kinda, sucked me off a few times. But only when I told him to and I didn't let him cum or do anything. Although he wanted to - I could tell he did."

"So you got him to the point where he looked after you because that was what his role was," Claire nodded. "To please you, his master. Well done."

I felt a warm glow inside - something had gone right!

"But you let him sleep in the same bed?" she said. "The sheets on the cot are still made up."

"He kind of got in on his own."

"Plus, he ate his breakfast at the table," she went on, pointing at his half-finished cereal bowl.

I swore to myself.

"I know you loved doing things with him," Claire said, "but that's not what this is about. It's about setting out rules and routines and seeing if he can follow them."

I nodded. It was stupid and I shouldn't have missed them.

"I'm not sure you're disciplined enough to be a master - you don't understand the exchange and you're too much of a friend to him. And he used that against you even though he wanted to make you happy."

"I can change, I can -"

"No, you can't. Not without changing the friendship. I was wrong to put you into this position - you're too close to him."

I felt like my heart had exploded. Was this it? Was it over? I pleaded to be able to play again, to improve to - She held up a hand and cut me off.

"I never said you couldn't play," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Strip."

"What?" I gasped.

"Strip," she replied. "You're not a master, but I think you could make a good sub." She sat forward and looked me in the eye. "If you want to play the game then submit. You submit to all the rules Mark has to submit to whenever you're here or at home alone. And that means starting now. And stripping. Right here, right now. Your call."

Strip? Let her see me naked?

For some reason, I found myself peeling off my t-shirt. Then my socks. I hadn't gotten dressed yet, so that meant all I had on was my boxers.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded, although I as far from sure. Slowly, I lowered my shorts - at the back first, so as to prolong the moment before my exposure. I felt the warm air on my naked skin - it was always a strange sensation because it's not something I was used to feeling.

I felt me penis harden. That was when I knew this was right. This was what I wanted.

My erection jumped out of my shorts in full view and I dropped the shorts to the ground. Feeling every inch of my skin exposed to the morning air and to the gaze of a woman I knew as my friend's sister, I stepped out of my shorts.

And into the other side of midnight.

(The End)