By BristolBound
*This BDSM fantasy is a work of fiction. All characters are adults*
*This story must be read in order, starting from Chapter 1 of the original series “Season”*
Chapter 4: The Final
I should explain about the wanking.
I’d done it every day since I was a teenager. Not as a hobby or a statement, just as a fact of life, like brushing my teeth. I’d done it through freshers’ flu, through first-year exams, through glandular fever (briefly, and with regret), and over Christmas on a family holiday in Wales, quietly in a caravan, in a rainstorm, with my older brother in the next bunk. In all that time I had missed, by my own reckoning, about eleven days. It was the one routine I’d never once had to think about.
By Tuesday I’d stopped being a person and become a sort of walking argument with my own groin.
Nobody tells you how much of your day a cock takes up. I’d assumed it was a specialist, occasional sort of concern. In fact, it turns out, it has opinions about everything. It had opinions at 6.40 on Sunday morning, when I woke up to the usual stiff, friendly ache and the cage said no with a small, polite, unarguable retort. It had opinions at three in the morning on Monday, when it woke me up, rock hard and straining at nothing, and I lay there in the dark with my hips rocking against the mattress, getting absolutely nowhere, and eventually said “Fuck,” quite loudly, to the ceiling.
