Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Two weeks had passed since Mike moved into the dorm room. The air was still thick with the scent of sweat and laundry, but he'd grown used to it. He found himself looking forward to the nights when Tyler, Brad, and Cole would come back from practice, their bodies glistening with sweat and their laughter echoing off the dorm's dated walls.
One evening,
as Mike sat at his desk, hunched over a textbook, he watched Cole peel off his sweat-soaked jersey, revealing a lean, tanned torso. Cole balled up the jersey and chucked it at the laundry hamper, missing by a mile. It landed on the floor with a soft thud.
Mike's eyes followed the trajectory, then flicked back to Cole, who was now stretching his arms above his head, drawing attention to his defined abs and slightly hairy armpits.
Mike swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
"You gonna get that, Mike?" Cole asked, still stretching, his voice laced with a lazy challenge.
Mike hesitated, then stood up, sweeping the jersey into his hands. He tossed it into the hamper, which was overflowing with dirty clothes. As he turned back, he caught Tyler and Brad exchanging grins.
"What?" Mike asked, his voice sharper than he intended.
Tyler just shrugged, shaking his head. "Nothing, man. You're just... really obedient." His voice held a note of amusement, and Mike felt his cheeks flush. He turned away, busying himself with unpacking his bag.
Cole chuckled, "Yeah, he's like a little puppy, always doing what he's told." Cole
's smile was wide and playful, but there was a glint in his eye that made Mike feel like he was being teased.
Brad laughed, a deep rumble that shook his chest. "Maybe we should get him a collar and a leash."
Tyler laughed too, but his eyes were focused on Mike, studying him. "Did you know Mike's a nerd, Cole? All he does is read and study."
Cole's gaze flicked to Mike, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Yeah, I heard that. No wonder he's so obedient. But I like it. He can be my puppy."
Cole's eyes twinkled with mischief as he said this, and Mike felt a shiver run down his spine. He wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from the heat of the room, or something else entirely.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "You like nerdy, puppy boys, Cole?"
Cole grinned. "Who doesn't? They're so eager to please. I'll adopt him right now if he asks nicely." Cole's playful tone made Mike's heart race. He turned back to his unpacking, his hands trembling slightly as he struggled to find something, anything, to put away.
He was acutely aware of the three sets of eyes on him, the weight of their gazes heavy and intense.
"Alright, puppy," Cole drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "Ask nicely."
Mike's heart was pounding in his chest, his breaths coming in short gasps. He knew he should walk away, close the door to his room, and pretend none of this was happening. But there was something about Cole's teasing, something about the way Tyler and Brad were watching him, that made him want to stay.
He wanted to see where this was going, even if it was just a harmless game to them. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.
"Please, Cole," Mike said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me be your puppy."
The room fell silent for a moment. Then, Cole threw his head back and laughed, a deep, belly laugh that echoed off the walls. Tyler and Brad joined in, their laughter booming and filling the small dorm room. Mike's cheeks burned, and he ducked his head, feeling embarrassed and slightly humiliated.
"I can't believe he actually said it," Brad chuckled, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Tyler, however, hadn't stopped laughing. He was doubled over, his chest heaving with mirth.
"Oh man, that was fucking golden," he gasped out, wiping tears from his eyes. He looked at Cole, still grinning. "You're a fucking genius, Cole. You really pulled that off."
Cole just shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "I told you, I could tell he wants it, he needs an owner." Cole said as he finished undressing to just his thin boxer briefs and sat on the edge of his bed.
"Come on, pup. I'll grant you your wish since you asked nicely. You can be my puppy." Cole said to Mike as he patted his bare muscular thigh.
Mike looked at him with wide eyes, surprised by the turn of events. He had thought Cole was just teasing him, but apparently, Cole was serious. Tyler and Brad were still chuckling, but their laughter died down as they watched the scene unfold.
Mike hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at Cole, then at Tyler and Brad, before finally taking a step forward. He knelt down in front of Cole, his eyes cast downwards. He felt a blush spreading across his cheeks as he did so, but he couldn't stop the thrill that coursed through him.
Cole chuckled softly as Mike knelt before him. "Look at this good boy." He praised as he patted Mike's head. Cole's hand was warm and rough, the touch of it making Mike's stomach flip. "Good puppy."
Cole spread his legs apart, inviting Mike to crawl closer.
Mike hesitated for a moment longer, then crawled towards Cole on his hands and knees. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his body tingling with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Cole grinned down at him, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "That's a good boy," he said, his voice softer now, but still laced with that playful teasing. "You're a natural at this, you know that?"
Tyler and Brad were watching the scene unfold with interest, their laughter now replaced with a quiet, intense focus. Mike could feel their eyes on him, and it made his skin prickle.
Then Cole placed a hand behind Mike's head and pushed it down till Mike's head was laid on Cole's warm, tanned, bare muscular thigh.
.
"Stay," Cole said, and Mike stayed, his face buried in Cole's thigh, inhaling the scent of him: sweat, laundry detergent, and something uniquely Cole.
Mike felt Cole's hand rubbing his hair gently, his fingers tangling in the strands. He felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of comfort and belonging that he'd never experienced before.
"Good boy," Cole murmured again, and Mike's heart swelled. He felt a strange urge to please Cole, to make him happy.
"You know, I think he really likes it," Tyler said, his voice thoughtful. He was lying on his bed, his hands laced behind his head as he watched the scene unfold. "Look at him, he's practically purring."
Brad nodded, his eyes wide as he watched Mike. "Yeah, he looks happy. I didn't think he'd be into this kind of stuff, but I guess you never know, huh?"
Cole chuckled, his fingers still tangled in Mike's hair. "Yeah, who would've thought our little bookworm had a submissive streak in him?" He looked down at Mike, a soft smile on his face.
"Will you be my puppy from now on? Will you crawl after me and come when I call? Will you obey me? I'll take care of you, I'll be a good owner if you're a good pup for me."
Cole said softly, his thumb rubbing circles on Mike's scalp. Mike nodded against Cole's thigh, a soft whine escaping him. Cole chuckled. "Good boy, I can't wait to train you."
Tyler sat up, a wicked grin on his face. "But Cole, you can't have all the fun. I want to play with the pup too."
Cole smirked, his hand still in Mike's hair. "He's already imprinting on me, looks like he's gonna be a clingy little pup."
Cole teased, his grip on Mike's hair tightening slightly.
Mike whined softly, shifting his position to press himself more firmly against Cole's thigh. He could feel the heat of Cole's body, and it was intoxicating. He wanted more, he wanted to be closer.
He pressed his cheek against Cole's thigh, rubbing slightly, like a cat marking its territory. Cole chuckled, his fingers carding through Mike's hair, tugging gently.
"Easy there, pup," Cole said, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against Mike's skin. "You're getting greedy."
Mike looked up at Cole, his eyes wide and pleading. Cole smirked, his thumb rubbing against Mike's scalp.
"What do you want, pup?" Cole asked, his voice low and husky.
Mike hesitated for a moment, then swallowed hard. "I want... I want to please you."
Cole's smirk turned into a full-blown grin. "Good pup," he praised, his hand tightening in Mike's hair. "You're learning fast. Now, come here."
Cole guided Mike's head down, pushing it towards his crotch.
Mike hesitated for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in the large bulge in Cole's boxer briefs. He was painfully aware of Tyler and Brad watching him, their eyes intense and focused.
"Go on, pup," Cole encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Show me what a good puppy you can be." Cole's words were a low, husky command that sent a shiver down Mike's spine. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and then leaned forward, pressing his face against the warm, hard bulge in Cole's boxer briefs.
Cole groaned softly, his fingers tightening in Mike's hair as Mike began to rub his face against him, inhaling the musky scent that was uniquely Cole. Mike could feel the heat of Cole's body, the firmness of his thighs, and the growing hardness in his crotch.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent that was uniquely Cole. It was intoxicating, and he found himself wanting more. He began to rub his cheek against Cole's bulge, feeling the heat and hardness through the thin fabric of Cole's boxer briefs.
"That's it, pup," Cole groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Show me how much you want it."
Mike whined softly, a sound that came from deep within him. He wanted to please Cole, to make him feel good. He wanted to be a good puppy. He was Cole's puppy.
It was a role he had never imagined himself in. He was the quiet, studious type, always nose-deep in a book, never one to seek out attention or confrontation. But here he was, on his hands and knees, his face pressed against Cole's crotch, inhaling his scent, and rubbing his cheek against the growing bulge.
Cole groaned again, his hips shifting slightly, grinding against Mike's face. "Fuck, pup, you're making me hard," he whispered, his voice ragged with need.
Mike whined again, the sound vibrating against Cole's crotch.
He rubbed his cheek harder against Cole's bulge, feeling it grow even more beneath him. He could feel the heat radiating from Cole, the way his body was tense and his breaths coming in short gasps.
Tyler and Brad were watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. They were sitting up on their beds now, their bodies leaning forward, their eyes locked on Mike and Cole. Tyler's hand was on his own crotch, rubbing gently, a smirk on his face as he watched Mike. Brad's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open as he watched Mike with a mix of surprise and arousal.
"Fuck, Cole, you got yourself a good one there," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Cole chuckled, his hand still tangled in Mike's hair, guiding his movements. "I know, right? He's a natural."
Mike could feel Cole's praise like a physical touch, and it spurred him on. He began to lick at the fabric of Cole's boxer briefs, tasting the salt of Cole's sweat and the musk of his arousal. He moaned softly, the vibrations sending a shiver through Cole's body.
Cole's grip on Mike's hair tightened, guiding him more firmly against his crotch. "Good pup," he murmured, his voice laced with approval and desire.
Mike felt a surge of pride at Cole's words, and he redoubled his efforts, licking and nosing at the fabric until he finally got a taste of the pre-cum leaking through. He moaned again, this time with pleasure, and began to lap at the fabric, trying to draw more of Cole's taste into his mouth.
Cole's grip on his hair tightened, and he could feel the muscles in Cole's thighs tensing beneath him.
"That's it, pup," Cole groaned, his voice thick with need. "Lick it good. Show me what a good puppy you are."
Mike whimpered in response, his body trembling with a heady mix of fear, excitement, and arousal. He had never done anything like this before, had never even imagined he would want to. But here he was, licking and nosing at Cole's crotch like a starving animal, and he couldn't seem to get enough.
He felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of rightness that he'd never experienced before. He was pleasing Cole, making him happy, and that was all that mattered.
He could feel Cole's thighs shaking beneath him, his body tensing as he grew closer to the edge.
"That's it, pup," Cole grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're doing so good. Take it all."
Mike whimpered, his tongue working furiously against the fabric, trying to draw out every last drop of Cole's pre-cum. He felt Cole's hand tighten in his hair, holding him firmly in place as his hips bucked against Mike's face.
Then, with a final groan, Cole came, his body shuddering as he released himself into his boxer briefs.
Mike could feel the warmth spread against his face as Cole's cum soaked through the thin fabric. He continued to lick and nuzzle, wanting to taste every last bit of Cole.
Cole's breaths came in short gasps as he rode out his orgasm. Finally, he released Mike's hair, his hand stroking through the short strands gently. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "You did so well, pup. I'm so proud of you."
Mike looked up at Cole, his eyes soft and submissive.