Almost [Chapter Two]

Kinks: Edging, Bondage, Roleplay

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POV: Oliver, After School

"Are there any questions, class?"

Silence. Of course no one would answer that, because that'd mean several minutes of extensions of discussion.

The bell rings. Finally.

"Dismissed, then. Enjoy your weekend, guys."

I shuffle out of my seat by the window and sling my backpack over my shoulder. Another week finally done, I can finally fucking get some peace and quiet. School's been hectic lately and now that the real subjects are coming in, the schoolwork is piling up.

The rest of the class converge into their respective cliques and head out into the hallway, happily chatting about their plans for the weekend. Bar-hopping, videoke, parties galore, inuman, kainan, all the mundane shiz.

Waste of time.

I've never been the outgoing kind of guy, so it's hardly any surprise that the cliques just formed around me but not with me. Eh, that's fine, there's a lot of things to occupy myself with for the weekend.

I make my way across the University grounds to the dorm areas. Normally that'd mean I'd be crossing the sporting grounds, where the guys are all going through some last-minute end-of-week training for their respective teams. There are also students loitering around on the benches and bleachers, mga nanonood sa mga nagte-training.

Now there's something to occupy myself with for the weekend. I smirk at the thought.

These extroverts gravitate towards the louder social scenes. I'm more into the subtler sort of scene.

The kinkier sort.

I turn to my phone and swipe to the yellow app, checking out the grid for anyone new. Yeah, yeah, introvert nerdy boy like me has no chance on this kind of scene, right? Who'd want a bookish, studious guy with no god-like body to flaunt as a profile photo?

You'd be surprised. My talents aren't in what I can show, but in what I can do.

The grid shows me the usual suspects in the area - guys I've already had at some point thanks to my exceptional talents. No, hindi buhat bangko yan, I've yet to have a guy walk away with a negative review of my performance.

And it doesn't even involve my ass.

I check my messages out and see a few familiar faces messaging me again, as well as a few new ones - fresh faces, doubtlessly, or they haven't heard of J O.

J O - that's me. At least, that's who I present myself as in the alter scene. O obviously stands for Oliver. J... well, let's just say that represents something special to me. Best not trouble yourself with those details. Basta ako yan.

Come Over: Hey J, you free today? Need ng tite ko yung kamay mo.

HARDFUCKER TOP: G ka now

Car Fun: Edge me tonight? I'll drive by sa usual place.

Edge me. At least some people know to recognize my talent for what it is and not just some glorified term for giving someone a handjob. Please, what I do is significantly more artistic than the barbaric act of stroking a dick until it cums.

To edge someone is to keep them - well, duh, obviously, on the edge.

Imagine your best jakol session. Yeah, that one, whatever it was you were fantasizing about - the pleasure coursing through your dick as your hand dutifully stimulates it to the finish line that you have been craving for. The lust is coming, and the floodgates of horny need to be set loose.

The feeling of the rush - the orgasm coming closer and closer, stealing your breath away and the hormones of pleasure taking over every bodily motion. Slowly you become lost to your primal desires, everything just overriden by that one directive: release.

I just let you stay there.

Torture, no? Alam mo yang nakakabaliw na feeling na mabibitin ka. At some point you've experienced it.

Someone arrives so you had to put the wanking to a stop.

The porn you were watching suddenly freezes and begins to stream just at the right moment.

You pull a muscle on your leg or arm from the vigorous wanking.

The frustration of having an orgasm train broken is what edging is all about. Some people have experienced it accidentally, while others actively welcome it and incorporate it to their regular masturbatory routine. To deliberately stop yourself from cumming is a discipline that takes a lot of willpower, but rewards you with very, VERY powerful cumshots.

And I'm not kidding when I say powerful. The kind na tatalsik papunta sa unan or past your head sa kama. The sort of cumshot that's thick, gooey, loaded with the man-milk that your balls have been keeping for the day.

The kind of cumshot that just leaves you in a daze afterwards, an extended stay in euphoric Nirvana - a gratification of held-back desires.

Curious? You should look me up, then. As an edger, I specialize in granting guys that pleasure when they don't have the discipline to do so. Most guys lose the control when they feel the throes of orgasm coming. When their toes start curling and their hips start bucking, the body instinctively takes over and urges the hand to stroke faster, the eyes to process the porn better, and the balls to begin their unloading process. When a guy decides he's gonna cum, he's definitely gonna cum.

I get in between that process and cut it short before the body even reaches that point of no return. Since it's my hand on his dick, he has no choice but to temper his desires and wait for the release to come... when I allow it.

Yeah, there may be some element of control to it, too. Like I said, it's all about training that discipline and willpower. So far, it's done wonders to guys, and that's why they've come back for more.

When I start edging you, jerking off by yourself won't be the same anymore.

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POV: Oliver, At the School Grounds

I shrug off the messages for now and continue walking along the grounds. I'll check them all later when I'm home.

I take in the sight of the school crowd at the grounds today and smirk at myself as I spot a few familiar faces. In my head I can clearly hear their ululations as they stood at the edge.

Will. Third Year BS Bio guy. Tall moreno with a cute dimpled smile.

"F-Fuck, O, shit, man, I'm almost there, don't stop, I'm... I'm... FUCK! FUCK YOU! I SAID DON'T STOP!"

I like keeping him on the edge because I love seeing those dimples each time the pleasure rolls off his lips.

There's Christian playing badminton with his GF. Toned arms and legs, saktong fit lang and kinda on the mabalbon side.

"Tangina, please, ayan na... wag mo bitinin, please, puta ka, para mo nang awa, palabasin mo na... yan, yan, YAN TANGINA, FUCK AYAN N---- TANG INA MO!"

I guess I beat his GF in the handjob department. What, he approached first. Hanggang dun lang ang ginagawa ko sa kanya - taken guys are hands-only for me. Besides, he's straight, though I'll concede the fact na may market din pala ko for straight guys.

A bulky guy almost bumps into me as he and his barkada teased and jeered at each other. Dennis, barako boy of his gang and probably de facto leader, gave a loud "Sorry, bro, didn't see you!" at me, then followed by a subtle wink.

"Mmm, yeah, you like teasing me a lot, no? Tangina, ang saraaaaaaaaaap... kantutin ko pa kamay mo, ha? Fuck, ayaw mo talaga ko palabasan basta basta, anong meron sa kamay mo?!"

Hell no, that 7-incher stays hard and erect for as long as I want to. And anong meron sa kamay ko? That's just raw talent right there.

That's the fun part of what we do - it's all behind the scenes, hidden in the shadows. No one needs to know that these guys are all coming to me regularly to get that drug-like high of the edge, surrendering their hard dicks to my hands and giving up their cumshots to that intense moment of gratification. Most of them don't even jerk off for days on end just to really build up the sensation.

Now that's discipline building up for you.

"YO, JEFF! San lakad natin tonight?"

"Chill chill lang sa dorm, pre. Baka mag inom inom lang or something."

I turn to the speaking pair and my eyes quickly round on Jeff. Jeff, the darling athlete varsity star of the Uni. Team captain and all-around popular guy. The cheerleading squad shouts themselves hoarse screaming his name every game and he's got friends and kakilalas in almost every corner of the University.

Fuck, he's perfect.

I've edged and had fun with many guys at school, but Jeff eludes me still. I've heard rumors that he's bicurious and I've stalked the yellow app and all other hookup apps na popular sa school in an attempt to land him as a catch, but either he's very careful or he doesn't advertise himself like that. Heck, with a body and charisma like that, I doubt he'd need to - they probably come to him like moths drawn to a flame.

A rather hot flame.

Whoa. I calm my raging boner down as I continue to walk further past them. Someday I'll have Jeff, and when I do he'll be the crowning apex of my edging career.

I wonder how loudly I'll make him scream. The thought puts a smile to my face.

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POV: Oliver, At his Dorm

"Fuck, Ollie, iba ka talaga magmasahe ng tite." Raymond puts on his jersey sando and makes sure to give me a good view of his still-rock-hard dick before he tucks it in on his basketball shorts.

After a long audition of chats and invites, my regular edgee Raymond wins the privilege tonight. The fact that he stays just a few units away from mine is a huge advantage. He's probably gotten himself edged at almost every known opportunity and time of day - libog is this guy's middle name. In a way, that's what kickstarted an amazing and kinky friendship between us.

"Alamin mo kung pano para magawa mo na sa sarili mo." I joked at him. "It's not that hard to master, really."

"I know, but it's different pag iba ang gumagawa, and you know that." Raymond gave his bulge a gentle massage to calm it down a bit. "Besides, ayaw mo na ba kay junior?"

"Wag kang assuming, baka next time two hours na kita i-edge." I teased back.

"Fuck, I'd want that. Can we do that next time?" he grinned.

I sighed. Me and my big mouth. "We'll see if kayanin mo."

"Magjajakol ako ng todo bago pumunta sayo para sure na ubos-libog and mas maenjoy ko!"

"That's not how it really works, but sure?"

"Sige, later, man."

He tucks a book under his arm - the usual cover story as to why he frequents visiting my unit - and heads out of the room. Meanwhile I go about my after-client business of cleaning up the wads of tissue that contained the edgee's cum and stashing away the lube and other tools I've used to elevate the edging experience: cuffs, cock ring, blindfold, ball gag, and a vibrator bullet.

So I'm also kinda into BDSM, don't judge. Bondage and edging go quite well together since the guy is in no position to really do something about the pleasure he's consistently being denied of. It's the perfect state for edging.

I settle in on my laptop to do my school papers when my phone suddenly buzzes. It's the familiar tune of my alter account's Telegram app.

Another client?

I sigh and turn to the message preview, surprised to find a new name.

Basky: Hey there, saw your post. Make my dick last two hours?

Huh. Did Raymond make a new account? Wait, what post?

Oh.

I remember making an anonymous post yesterday at the University's Secret Files forum. It was an attempt to test that anonymous market if I'll snag a new guy who's interested to get edged. May link nga pala dun sa Telegram chat ko. If it were one of my regulars they'd know in a heartbeat that it's me just based on that link.

No, this guy's definitely a new one. Basky, what an odd but cute name. Sounds like husky.

Two hours, huh? I raise an eyebrow at that message. Confident ka lang na kaya mo tumagal ng two hours?

I've heard guys talk big like that before, and within fifteen minutes their cum is already staining their chest and abs. It's always a shock for a first-timer to learn how quickly they can be made to cum by an expert hand.

I open the app and type in a reply. Baka mawala pa e, sayang ang potential edgee.

J O: Hi, thanks for messaging :) Sure, if you can last that long. I won't make it easy for you.

And hell yes I won't make it easy indeed. I don't believe in giving guys an easy time in edging. If maghihirap ako in finding their dick's weak spots and fixating on it for the next hour or so, they'll know what true suffering is like as they slowly melt in mindless pleasure.

Basky: Got a place, bro? Challenge accepted. >:)

Wow, this one's cocky, He'd be a fun guy to break.

J O: Yeah. Wanna come over?

Basky: How about later tonight?

...I guess I'm not getting my papers done tonight. I look at the clock on my laptop. 6:15 PM.

J O: Sure. I'll get my stuff ready.

I walk back to my hidden stash of kinky tools and slide them out again, laying them on my bed like a surgeon choosing his tools carefully.

There's a new guy who's about to step into the wonderful world of edging and orgasm denial. This one deserves the Oliver First Time Treatment.

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Continued on Chapter 3