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Sometimes you're the most amazing, most helpful person in the world. Sometimes you're pure evil.
Dys was on the receiving end of the latter today.
He'd taken a buggy out into the wilds to do some exploration, the tall, orange and mint green trees rising high into the sky around him. You were at home, tending to your duties as a professor of engineering. Unfortunately, you weren't able to join him this time, but from his assumption, school must have let out for the day.
Why would he assume that?
Probably from the nude you'd just sent him.
Your usually neat and clean teacher's outfit has been unbuttoned, and your pants unzipped, exposing your underwear and chest. Just a small tease, but it was already enough to have his mind racing. No matter how long you've been together, or what you've done with each other, he still had a... Virginal air about him. This was something you loved to take advantage of whenever you could.
He sends you a message while he steps through the forest. "really?"
You respond by slipping your shirt down off your shoulders and taking a better photo of your chest. He's thankful that nobody can see how red his face is all the way out here. He tosses a glance around him, making sure that Utopia is nowhere to be seen, before he ducks behind a thick trunked tree.
"Are you serious?" He sends back. You respond with a simple "of course I am", and a picture of your thumb hooked beneath your underwear and pants.
He can feel his cock getting hard in his pants. It's utterly shameful. He unbuttons the front of them and pulls his zipper down just as you send another photo, this one of your ass in your underwear, raised while you lay on your stomach in bed. You add the caption "I wish you were here to beg for the privilege to touch me❤️"
Dys can't even think, his fingers move on his holopalm faster than his brain can catch up, " Please " and he's humiliated afterwards that he sent that. Then in comes your response that has his cock growing hard and straining in his underwear.
"There's my good boy"
He shoves his hand down into his underwear, goosebumps growing up his arm at the sensation of contact. He can't believe that you're teasing him like this, when he's out in the wilds. He's knowledgeable on the wildlife, but even he doesn't know absolutely everything that roams around out here. He could get caught by something! The adrenaline made him want it even more. With his shaky free hand, he uses his holopalm to take a photo of himself with his hand down his pants and send it to you.
His hand is painfully dry, his leaking pre is helping but it's not enough. He wants your mouth. He wants your anything. His holopalm dings with another message from you. No, not a message. A call. He can't find it in himself to deny it. Your voice rings resonant in his earpiece.
"Hi, baby," You hum from the other side of the call. The only response you receive is a small, choked gasp. "Oh, you poor thing."
He whimpers.
"Did my darling get all needy from my pictures? You really don't have much self control, do you?" You say. Dys has always been a man of few words, one who would focus on one thing and chase that with no regard for anything else until he collapsed. That included you , the only person he could trust, the only one he could give control up to.
"I can't help it..." he whines from the other side of the call.
"It hasn't even been that long since the last time I helped you cum!" You giggle. "What if someone found you? What if Utopia spotted you? Or Sym ?"
Dys can't stop the cry that punches out of him. He hurriedly claps a hand over his mouth while his other hand picks up speed against his cock. The idea of Sym finding him in such a state was addicting.
“Do you think he’d like the way I control you? Like my precious little doll?” You muse. Dys finds himself nodding, even though you can’t see him, his hair rubbing against the rough bark of the tree trunk he’s leaning on. “Ooh, do you think he’d want to join in?”
Dys’ legs can’t keep himself up anymore, even with the assistance of the tree behind him. He slides down, sitting ashamed on the forest floor.
“He might want to take the reins and boss you around a bit. He’d probably think of all sorts of creative positions to put you in! Or maybe he could be my pet too. I could order you to play with each other!”
He’s getting close. Shamefully close, all too quick. He’s gonna make an absolute mess in his underwear. He’ll have to drive back with his shorts full of cum. He’ll have to check back into the colony and try to keep himself from giving away how wrecked he just got.
“I’m gonna-!” He gasps out, hips fucking into his hand, chasing his release.
“No.”
With a yelp, he pulls his hand out of his underwear like he was burned. His cock throbs and twitches, desperate to cum.
“Wh-why?” He sobs. His body feels like it’s on fire, he can’t take this!
“Just because,” He can imagine you laying on the bed, kicking your feet. “How fun would it be if I made you walk back into the colony all hard for me?”
“I can’t- I can’t!” He squeaks. That would be too much, you know it would be too much. But it still made his blood rush and heart race all the same. The idea of doing something so humiliating, like he was some teenage boy… He supposes that he doesn’t really care about what the colony thinks of him so…
“Oh my god, are you thinking about it?” You sound incredulous. You know that he gets off on the shame, if you do it right. “You’re so naughty!”
“Sh-shut up!” Dys’ legs and fingers are trembling, he wants to keep jerking off, you’ve gotten him so keyed up and all that energy has nowhere to go.
“I won’t make you do that, baby, not this time at least.”
He breathes a sigh of relief, tinged with just a little bit of disappointment.
“You’ve been good, darling. You can cum for me, but I want you to describe how it feels.”
He slips his hand back down and starts rubbing again. He usually doesn’t have much to say, so it’ll be a struggle, but he doesn’t want you to make him stop again. And he wants to arouse you like how you do to him.
“It’s ah- it feels good,” He whines, “I want your hand though… I wish you were here, I nngh- it feels tight inside me, I wanna cum for you-”
“Yeah? Good boy, I wish I could be giving you little bite marks on your thighs, I know how much that drives you crazy.” You swear you can hear the sound of shifting fabric and skin against skin through your holopalm.
“I’m gonna cum I’mgonnacum pleaseletmecumforyou- ”
“You can cum, baby.”
Dys cries out into the forest as his cock throbs in his hand, thighs trembling, he squirts cum into his boxers and watches as it wells up and spills through the fabric. His hips twitch forward again and again with each little spurt, each drop that pushes through his underwear, nothing more than soft moans and babbling leaving his lips. If he hadn’t already slid down onto the floor, he would have collapsed.
You hear his shaky breath through the call, his chest rising and falling.
“That’s my good boy.” He can hear your sultry smile in your voice, “You’re so precious, my darling.”
Dys wants nothing more than to curl up against you. He wants to be with you, he wants to feel safe like how he does when he’s with you. You must have heard his little squeaky sob while he buttoned his pants back up, because your voice filled his earpiece again.
“Come back home to me, baby.”