10 comments/ 16819 views/ 20 favorites Jason and Dayce Ch. 01 By: arisamorak "Here Dayce." Jason handed me the plant. It was a thing with thick vines with bright purple flowers placed here and there on the wrist-thick vines. I looked at it and than up at my best friend. "What do you want me to do with it?" I asked him. "Take care of it for a few days." He begged me with puppy dog eyes. I rolled my eyes at him. He always gave me the puppy dog look when he really wanted something because he knew it always worked on me. Damn. He knew me so well. But not well enough, I reminded myself. He still didn't know I had been in love with him since junior high. That had been years ago. I had told him I was gay in high school, so he knew that. It had surprised me that it hadn't freaked him out too much. He had just looked at me and than said that he wasn't helping find me a boyfriend. I had laughed even though his words had ripped a bigger hole in my chest. Guess it was too much to ask for him to be my boyfriend. "Fine, how long do you want me to take care of it then?," I asked him after agreeing like he knew I would. "A week, I am having some remodeling done and I am not going to be able to take care of it." I smiled at him. We both had come a long way from going to school together. Both of us had our own houses and jobs. He's an author of erotic novels that he had no idea I knew about. My job is a video game creator. Though my games are for the definite 18+ group. Some have even been based off of his novels. But, neither of us though has found anybody to settle down with. My reasons were obvious and I guess he still hasn't found the one. "Thanks, Dayce. Hey can I come over the night after tomorrow?" He asked as I walked over to my car to put the plant in my passenger side seat. "Yeah, come on over. I'll feed you." He pumped his fist in the air. I rolled my eyes but thought it was cute when he did that. For some reason he loved my cooking. But then he was the only one to try it. I only cooked for him. We chatted for a while and then he said he had to go and ran off towards his car. I got in my car and sat thinking for a few minutes. I needed to get over him. I really did. I started my car, shaking my head at my naïvete. I pulled out of the club's parking area and headed home, missing the twitching the plant beside me started doing. *** Jason rubbed his hands together as he watched his best friend's car leave the parking area. Phase 1 of the plan was complete. His best friend was going to enjoy his little magic laden gift. Jason just wished he would be there to watch. It would be glorious. His cock hardened as he thought about all that pale skin covered in sweat and the sounds Dayce would make as he's tortured with pleasure. Jason groaned. If he wasn't careful he was going to come just thinking about it and then he would have to drive home all uncomfortable. He thought to the first time he saw Dayce. It had been the beginning of junior high and it had been love at first sight for him. Dayce had stood there in the lunch line oblivious to the appreciative looks thrown his way by both girls and guys. Dayce's golden brown hair had kept falling into his gold eyes because of its length. He had been slightly shorter than some of the other guys there at 5' 6". He had only grown two inches in high school so he now stood at 5' 8". He had always had a runner build. That had never changed. Well that and Dayce's intelligence. Jason had always thought it was adorable when he started talking his nerd way. Compared to him, Jason had always felt to big and muscular. Jason looked down at his 6' 3" muscle-bound frame and sighed. Maybe if he was better looking then Dayce would look at him. Jason was bisexual, unlike Dayce who was fully gay. Jason had never told Dayce for fear of him finding out about his feelings for Dayce. Besides Jason didn't think that Dayce was into being a submissive. But he had decided to take a chance. He didn't want to lose his best friend but he was at his limit. And he never saw Dayce date,so Jason knew he wouldn't have a lover. After being in love with Dayce for a good dozen years, Jason figured at 26, he couldn't get any more pathetic. He may as well try to see if his feelings could be in any way returned and if they are to go ahead. If Dayce couldn't handle his dominant tendencies then he would take what he could get from him. Jason started his car and headed home. He needed a cold shower, icicle cold. If his plan worked then he would also need to clean up his house and get everything ready. He wanted everything perfect. Dayce would want for nothing if he chose to love Jason. After all Jason was filthy rich from his ongoing erotic novel-writing career. He just needed someone to spend the money on. And he really wanted that person to be Dayce. Jason turned into his driveway. He parked his car in his garage, closed the doors with the remote and headed into his house through the door in the back of the garage. He kicked of his shoes at the door knowing Sandra, his cleaning woman, would take his head off if there was mud in the deep carpet pile. He dropped his clothes as he walked across his living room. He looked at the pictures on the mantle. There were eight picture frames and they were all the same person, Dayce. He continued on, walking through the hallway that led to his suite. He opened the door at the end and after going through it, closed it behind him. He looked down at his bobbing cock. He was hard enough to use it as a god damn crutch. All from just seeing Dayce and imagining something sexual about him. It wasn't even that perverted either. Because it could have been much worse. Like ball gag, restraints and a riding crop across Dayce's spectacular tight ass worse. Shit, that's what he got for imagining that. He was even harder. Pre-cum was steadily weeping from his cockhead. Now he didn't need a cold shower, he needed a thirty-second masturbation. He sighed at his own pathetic self. He really hoped Dayce enjoyed his gift. If he did then, then Jason might have a chance. Jason and Dayce Ch. 02 When I got home, I took the plant and put it on the table in front of the window and I watered it. It would get plenty of sunlight there. Then I took a shower and put on some boxers and an undershirt to go to bed in. But I couldn’t sleep. My dick was hard enough to break bricks. I removed my clothes and looked down at my dick. It was leaking pre-cum and was a reddish-purple color. Leaning over I grabbed the lube off my nightstand. I flipped open the lid and squirted some in my hand. I slicked up a hand and started rubbing my dick with it while my other hand went down to my ass. I slid a finger in and rubbed around till I found my prostate. Pleasure burst through me to go along with the sensation of my hand jerking my dick. As I did this I thought about Jason. What I would like to do him and what I would want done to me. I wanted to feel him in me and around me. I wanted his arms to hold me and his body to love me so badly. I fantasized he was taking me and taking me hard. “Jason, harder,” I wimpered still in my fantasy. I was steadily working my way up to an orgasm when a smell, kind of like honey and lemons wafted through the air. The minute I smelt it, I finally blew. My hips shot up and my shoulders jammed back against the bed and pillows. Cum shot all over my chest and hand while my ass muscles worked my finger. I collapsed down completely on my bed, tired beyond all belief. That orgasm was stronger than any I had ever felt. My eyes slid closed and I fell asleep with one hand still on my dick and another buried in my ass. Even still covered in my own cum. *** Jason was cleaning up his own orgasm when the smell of lemon and honey appeared on the air. He looked over at the plant sitting on his desk. It was the twin to the one he had given Dayce. They both always did the same thing. Whether it be releasing that aphrodisiac scent or using those vines to wind itself around prey and drive them to orgasm. The plant was created to release that smell when around unfulfilled desires or wants. What was even better was those two plants were also keyed to him. So the smell would only be released when someone had unfulfilled desires about him. He grinned and thanked his lovely witch sister for such a thoughtful gift even as the smell made him hard. Seems Dayce had some wants and desires for him after all. Jason licked his lips and got into bed. The plants truly where amazing things. Because that smell meant they both smelled that scent. Now he could share Dayce’s dream. Or tweak it if he wanted. He couldn’t wait to fall asleep. As he drifted off, he thought, I would like him tied naked to a four-poster bed with all kinds of goodies on a table beside it. Oh and a blindfold over his eyes please. *** When Jason opened his eyes again, he knew he was dreaming. And it wasn’t just because he could see Dayce tied to a four-poster bed like he wanted. Naked. It was because everywhere else was a kind of mist like essence. He walked to the bed and slid a hand over an exposed hip, he said softly, “Hello Dayce.” Jason felt him jerk slightly in his restraints. “What’s going on? Where am I? Why am I tied up? Jason, is that you? Am I dreaming?” Jason smiled softly at the scared voice. It was cruel of him, but he couldn’t help it. “Dayce, yes, you are dreaming. May I ask you a question?” He waited until he saw a tiny nod. Dayce was still scared but calming now that he knew who was in the make belief room. “Are you in love with me?” Dayce froze. He went so still, Jason feared he had knocked himself out of the dream world. Then he started to shake. “Yes, been in love with since junior high,” He finally answered in a tear laden voice that was barely able to be heard. Jason looked at the face hidden beneath the blindfold and saw tears falling from beneath it. His heart clenched even as his cock shot harder. He wanted Dayce to cry from pleasure-pain not heartache. He set a hand down on Dayce’s forehead and pushed his golden-brown locks back. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to the sweaty place. “It’s okay because guess what I have been in love with you since junior high too,” He whispered into Dayce’s forehead. He heard Dayce draw in a shock-filled breath. But the tears had stopped, at least for now. He stood back up and walked over to the table filled with all the things he would need. He looked over the many floggers, then his favorite, the riding crop, the ball gags, masks, canes, lit candles, butt plugs and the whips. There was also a decent supply of lube. He licked his dry lips and turned back towards the tied figure on the bed. “Dayce, have you ever heard of BDSM?” he asked. When the prone figure didn’t answer he walked back over and flicked the head of Dayce’s cock. When he jumped he asked the question again. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question,” he added in a voice that left little doubt of punishment if there wasn’t an answer. “Y-yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes I have heard of B-BDSM.” “Would you like to try it?” Dayce stilled again and then shuddered. "Will you hurt me?" he asked in a tiny voice. Jason gave a love filled smile even though he knew Dayce couldn't see it. "I won't mar or damage you if that's what you're asking. There will be a little hurt but it will be a good hurt." He answered truthfully. He didn't want to hurt Dayce like that just use a little pain to take the pleasure even higher. He wanted to be in control of Dayce. To have him turn to Jason no matter what. "So, if I don't like it..?" Dayce trailed off not wanting to finish. "If I go too far then I want you to tell me right away okay. I want to take care of you. To have you as mine. A cherished, pampered and spoiled thing that is mine." When he finished, Dayce had relaxed some and was even starting to get aroused. Jason smiled with relief. Maybe he could get Dayce to at least try it. "If we start slow, will you let me make you mine?" he asked. Dayce hesitated a second and then nodded. Jason held back his shout of triumph. Then his face lost its grin and he went back over to the table of goodies. He had a submissive to create. One that he wanted as his forever. So this was going to be the most important thing he had ever done. But he was up to the challenge.