chapter 5

Derek is still horny. He's been thinking about Eileen all day long. In fact, he’s been thinking about her all day for the past two weeks since he saw her last. He just can’t be around her because whenever he is, he eats like a pig. He’s not sure what it is about her, maybe he’s just comfortable with her, but he can’t help himself. Not that he had much control even when she wasn’t around. He can tell that he’s put on more weight. Most of his shirts are getting pretty tight now, even the t-shirts. He spends most of his time wearing baggy sweatshirts so that his roommates don’t tease him too much, but he’s gained some weight in his face at this point and they’ve definitely noticed.
He sighs and gets up from his desk. His cock is throbbing for his attention, but he’s already jerked it twice today. He can't stop thinking about Eileen though. He needs to feel her skin against his, smell her scent, and taste her lips again. He needs to see her. Surely he can keep control of himself in front of her and eat like a normal person. He doesn’t even know why he’s getting fat now. Sure, he eats way too much when he’s with her, but he always ate a lot before and it never caught up with him. He shakes his head and heads to the bathroom.
He strips naked and steps into the shower, letting the hot water run over his body. He soaps himself up and runs his hands over his soft, flabby body. He blushes and sighs as he realizes he’s even starting to grow tits. They aren’t very big yet, but he can definitely tell that they are there. He runs his hands over them and sighs.
He grabs the shampoo and lathers it up, washing his hair. He massages his scalp and rubs his fingers through his thick mane of hair. He sighs as he washes his body, his cock twitching as he soaps it up. He rinses off and gets out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself off.
He slips on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that used to be loose and heads back to his room. He sits down at his computer and starts browsing porn. He clicks through the normal stuff aimlessly, nothing really catching his eye, but then he spots a title that catches his interest.
“BDSM: Submissive Male Training.” He reads.
His cock twinges. He has no idea what that means, but he knows he wants to find out. He clicks on the link and watches the video.
The video shows a young, handsome, blonde haired guy in a suit sitting on a couch in a living room. A beautiful woman with short, curly red hair comes in and sits next to him. She puts her arm around him and kisses him on the cheek.
"Hi baby," she purrs. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good." He smiles.
"I missed you." She kisses him again.
"I missed you too." He replies.
She smiles and kisses him again, rubbing her hand over his thigh. "I have something special planned for us tonight." She says.
"Really?" He asks.
"Yes, really." She kisses him again.
She stands up and takes his hand, leading him into another room. He follows her in and sees a large bed in the middle of the room. The woman turns to him and smiles.
"This is our playroom." She says.
He blinks. "A… a what?"
She smiles. "It's a place where we can do whatever we want together."
He frowns. "But I don't know how to do anything."
"Don't worry about that." She says. "We'll figure it out."
He looks around the room and notices a rack full of leather straps hanging from the ceiling. There's also a wooden spanking bench, a variety of whips, paddles, crops, and other things he doesn't recognize.
"What's all this?" He asks.
"It's a BDSM training kit."
The video proceeds with the woman demonstrating all of the BDSM devices on her partner. She uses the crop on his ass, slapping it against his cheeks. She slaps his thighs with the paddle, making him yelp. She uses the whip on his back, whipping him until he cries out. She then ties him to the spanking bench and begins to use the flogger on him. She hits him over and over, making him scream and cry out.
Derek watches in awe as the woman tortures her partner, hitting him over and over again with the flogger. He's surprised by how much pain he can take. He doesn't think he could ever endure that much abuse. He watches as she binds his wrists and ankles to the bench and uses the crop on his chest, thighs, and cock. Derek feels like he should be repulsed by this, but he can’t help but imagine if Eileen were doing those things to him.
"I can't believe you're doing this to me." He moans.
"That's right." She says. "You're my little submissive boy."
Derek starts touching himself at the thought of this. He strokes his cock slowly while watching the woman whip her submissive. She then ties his arms behind his back and attaches a spreader bar to his ankles. She pulls down his boxers and exposes his cock. She smiles at him and strokes his cock, wrapping her hand around it.
"I'm going to give you a nice warm up." She says. "I want you to cum for me."
Derek moans and closes his eyes, imagining it's Eileen stroking his cock.
The woman starts to jerk him off, pumping his cock in her fist. She starts to get faster and harder, her movements becoming more erratic. She wraps her hand around his shaft and squeezes, making him moan. She jacks him off furiously, squeezing his balls as well.
He whimpers and cries out, his hips bucking up into her hand. He cums all over her hand, spurting rope after rope of cum onto her palm. She laughs and licks the cum off her hand.
"Good boy." She says.
She unties him from the spanking bench and helps him off the floor. She leads him to the bed and lays him down. She climbs on top of him and kisses him.
The video ends there. Derek stares at the screen, his mind racing. He's never been interested in BDSM before, but seeing this video makes him interesting in trying it. He closes his eyes and focuses on finishing himself off. He strokes his cock and finishes, shooting cum all over his stomach and chest. He moans and rubs his cock, cleaning up the mess. He wipes himself clean and goes back to his computer.
He boots up League of Legends and tries to take his mind off of Eileen. He sees one of his roommates, Michael, online and invites him to play.
Michael accepts the invite and they play two games, losing both, before Michael gets mad and logs off. It’s not long before Derek hears a knock at his door.
“Come in,” he shouts to the door.
His roommate Michael opens the door, looking peeved.
"Hey, you fucking suck. What’s going on?” Michael asks.
Derek shrugs. "Just playing League."
"No shit. You're terrible. Like more than usual.”
Derek scowls. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, right." Michael snorts. "You’ve been different lately dude. And not just in the game.” Michael looks down at his roommate’s body. "I can tell you've been eating a lot. You look like a total pig."
Derek blushes. "I haven't been eating that much."
"Bullshit. Look at yourself. Your clothes are all tight. I can see your nipples poking through your shirt."
Derek feels his face burning up. He tries to cover his chest with his hands. "I don't need you pointing that out."
"Look, I'm sorry." Michael says. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I just want to be sure that you’re aware of everything that’s going on. I don’t want to see you turn into some kind of blimp.”
Derek sighs. "I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind."
“Yeah, I can tell. I know you started working at KFC. That can’t be good for you, dude.”
"I'm fine." Derek says again.
"There’s really nothing else going on?” Michael raises an eyebrow. Derek contemplates telling him about Eileen, but he knows that he’d never believe him anyway. The guys were always making fun of Derek for his lack of experience with women. He decides to keep quiet.
"Nothing else." He lies.
Michael shrugs and leaves the room. Derek sighs and sits back down at his computer. He picks up his phone and calls Eileen.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Hi." He says.
"Hi." She replies.
"I wanted to talk to you." He says.
"Oh? I’m worthy of another call after all this time?” Her voice sounds impatient.
"Well, yeah." He sighs. "I guess I just needed to hear your voice."
"I bet." She huffs. "What do you want to say?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I love you." He blurts out.