Anything Goes

by Chara Croft

“Cassie,” I called out as soon as Noah was situated again, nodding toward the pot. “You know you want to.” She sighed. “I can’t,” she said, folding up her cards with a pretty little pout that I’d love to see wrapped around my cock... preferably later tonight, with my hand fisted in all that gorgeous blonde hair of hers while I held her where I wanted her and made her gag on it. That’s right, not a romantic here. Just nineteen, hung, and horny.

Noah wasn’t just my best friend, he was basically my other half. As far as I was concerned, what was mine was his. Besides, I kicked ass at poker. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get more.

Seriously, how could I not want to share with this guy? His eyes were all shiny and bright now, and he was looking at me like I was God’s fucking gift or something, just for spotting him some change.

Correction: I was absolutely a dick… but never to Noah. I’d sooner chug Drano. He was my ride or die, and all that worshipful adoration he was currently shining at me? That right there was why. That shit wasn’t even about him being drunk; it was just how my boy was. And fuck if I’d ever want that—or anything else about him—to change.

Once or twice over the years I’d heard some asshole make the mistake of thinking Noah had flaws, but nope. I mean, yeah, he was adorably awkward sometimes and kinda clumsy even when he wasn’t falling over drunk like this… and okay, he could be a bouncy little goofball who had trouble staying focused… and true, it was a stone-cold fact that he got as jittery as an Energizer Bunny on crack under any form of pressure and turned into a total drama queen when he was anxious, but all that shit was just what made him Noah. As far as I was concerned, Noah, by definition, was goddamn perfect just the way he was.

I mean, I’d have to disappoint her on the threesome action she was clearly picturing, since Noah and I didn’t actually do everything together… Huh. There was a thought, though. I mean, it wasn’t like I’d say no if Noah actually wanted to get in on something like that—like I’d already said, what was mine was his, fucking always.

Noah had never seemed interested in shit like that before, and for another, well, let’s just say he was so damn pretty himself that I might get confused about where to put my cock if he was in the mix.

“Can I offer shum… um, some kind of serv, sherv, swerve…” “Service?” Mel cut in, giggling again. Noah’s grin got even brighter as he nodded. “Yeah, can I just service the… the winner, Gage?” Arnie smirked. “Oh honey,” he said to Noah before I could answer. “You should definitely plan on ‘servicing’ the winner.”

“You’d avenge Noah’s honor if someone took advantage of him, Gage?” “Dude,” I said, leveling him with a glare. “No one’s taking advantage of Noah. That’s just not gonna happen.” I wouldn’t let it happen. No one would be allowed to fuck with my best friend just because he lost a stupid bet. Correction: no one would be allowed to fuck with Noah for any reason.

“That sounds good to me,” one of the girls said. “I mean, nobody wants to be hurt or humiliated, right?” “Oh, sweet summer child,” the guy who’d thrown the dog collar in said, shaking his head at her with a pitying look.

“Wait,” I said urgently when Gage stuck his hand in his pocket to pull out the keys to our dorm room. I yanked that hand right back out and swatted it aside, stumbling into him because the floor was disastrously wobbly tonight, and shoved my own hand into his pocket instead. “I can… Um, I can do that.” “Not sure you can, dimples,” Gage said, grinning at me as he held me upright, because he seemed to somehow magically know that my knees weren’t working any better than the floor was tonight... because he always knew everything... because he was the best.

I forgot all about the keys for a second and reached up to touch the dog coll—I mean, the slave collar I was still wearing. I tried to look down and see it, but failed, because my neck was in the way. No, because it was on my neck. Gah. Who had designed humans, anyway? It was stupid not to be able to see your own neck, right? That seemed like poor planning to me. I should… should file a complaint.

Gage was totally the worst, because he’d been about to take my collar off, but I was… was only supposed to service him… serve him… be his servant… be his slave while it was on. That couldn’t be over already, right? He wouldn’t make me stop now, would he? Hadn’t we… hadn’t we just started?

this was Gage, so he’d think he knew best and he’d already said he wanted it off. But this time, for once, he was wrong. It should definitely stay on. I just had to come up with a way to convince him of that.

“I want, um, I’m not… I need… You can’t take it, Gage, because I’m not done yet.” Phew. Okay. Mission accomplished. My eloquence and articulation there had to have wowed him, right? And a good thing, because coming up with that stunningly complex argument had been exhausting.

I sighed happily, letting my eyes drift closed as I relaxed against him again. This slave gig was the best. Maybe I should look into switching my major. Did the college offer degrees in total servitude?

I was the slave. I’d be the one to do all the things, thank you very much.

His dick was kind of getting in the way of me pulling the keys out, bumping against my hand and pressing against my fingers, kind of throbbing and making his pocket start to feel too tight as it took up more and more room… so maybe I should offer to take it out, instead of the keys? Just to get it out of the way.

I needed to focus. Be a good slave. Get the keys out for him. His dick was still in the way, though, and I needed to explain to him that… that it was becoming a problem.

if I could just figure out a way to work around that rapidly growing problem, but my tongue had gotten all thick and squishy for some reason, kind of like his dick had felt, back before it had started being a, um, problem. I petted it, apologizing in my head for saying something so mean about such a fundamentally wonderful body part.

“I’ve still got it on, but you haven’t let me… let me… service you yet.” Yep, those were the words. “Jesus,” Gage whispered, looking down at me with his eye-black-out superpower engaged again. But this time, his pupils were blown so wide I almost couldn’t see any of the gray (blue-gray, storm-gray, Gage-gray, a.k.a. my favorite color) around them at all.

I gripped Gage’s hips with my thighs to help myself stay upright, because I was the slaviest slave who’d ever been enslaved. (The fact that he was still holding my wrists—my arms out wide like that girl from the old Titanic movie—helped a little, too, but mostly, my amazing balance was all me and my amazing slave skills.)

I was the perfect slave for him. After all, who’d won the collar, hm? Matilda? No. I didn’t think so. It was me.

refused to be distracted, though, even when the intense way he was suddenly looking at me made my whole body buzz with… with the intensely intense intensity of the weird look he was giving me.

“What… What do you want your slave to do for you, Master?” I asked when he just kept staring at me, my voice definitely more begging than demanding now.

I didn’t want to demand anything. I just wanted Gage to take charge. Tell me what to do. Tell me what he wanted. To tell me what I could do for him then let me do it, because Gage was the master here, not me, so… so he should be the one demanding things. That was what we’d agreed, right? For as long as I kept the collar on?

“Total… um, total servitude. That’s what I won.” Gage’s lips quirked up on the one side, the snake flexing underneath me again. “You won, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping into a low rumble that made the flutters in my belly migrate south and start doing inflationary things to my dick. I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat as his thumbs stroked my wrists.

“Is that what happened tonight, Noe?” he went on, the deepening timbre of his voice causing more flutters. More inflation. “You were the winner?” His eyes latched onto my collar again. “And wearing that for me is your prize?” I nodded again,

I didn’t have to worry about anything except doing whatever Gage told me to, because he was my master. We’d just agreed, and that was perfect. Everything was always perfect when he took charge, and what was more in charge than having us like… like this? “Tell me what to do,” I begged, suddenly able to talk again, because I had to. I needed to know.

“Tell me what… what you want, Gage. Please? You just… just have to tell me and… and you know I’ll do anything for you.” I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m yours.” “Jesus,” Gage whispered again,

“Damn, Noah. You really want this.” I nodded. I so did. More than anything in the history of ever. Gage must have finally believed me, because he smiled, slow and dirty and… and amazing-looking, and something inside me that I hadn’t even known was dark suddenly blazed to life. It lit me up like I’d swallowed ten thousand suns.

And if having Gage look at me like that was my reward for being obedient? No one was taking this collar off me. Not ever. I’d cut the bitch who tried.

“I want you to service me like you keep begging to, slave. Make your master feel good. Take my cock out and claim your reward. Go on now, baby. This is all yours.” Mine? All mine? I may have moaned. Okay, I definitely moaned.

Total servitude for the win, please and thank you. Although if I could have all that, be his slave, and hear him call me “baby,” too? That... Well, that would be whatever the word was for even better than perfect.

Telling my best friend to pull my cock out and then having him stare at it like it was candy was not where I’d seen this night going, but Noah and those big brown eyes of his were ridiculous.

I’d be lying if I said that seeing him desperate for my cock wasn’t a total turn-on. But just as much of a turn-on? The idea that not only did he want it, but that I was gonna be the one to give him what he wanted.

Noah was so fucking sweet that making him happy was too damn easy and yet always a rush. It was kinda my favorite thing, actually. And if dick turned out to be his thing now? Then as far as I was concerned, it was gonna be my dick and only mine that he serviced. And fuuuuuuuuck… my cock definitely liked that idea.

the image of Noah, blowing his load at my command? Shit fuck holy bejesus. That was fucking hot, and now that I had it in my head, I wanted to see the real thing. I wanted it even more than I wanted to come myself, which was hella weird but also… not.

“I want you to jerk yourself off,” I spelled out for him, urging him up so he was kneeling between my legs. “Get your cum all over my cock so you can finish pleasing your master, baby. Lube me up with it, Noe, and then use it to finish what you started.”

I was fucking captivated. He was gonna spoil me for ever being satisfied with just watching porn from now on… or, hell, with watching anyone else at all. Anyone who didn’t look at me like that. Anyone who wasn’t him. Anyone else, period.

“Stroke it hard, Noe. Take care of what’s mine. Make yourself feel good for me, sweetheart. Cream all over Daddy’s big cock like the good boy I know you are. Give me—oh, fuck. Holy fuck.” He was close. “That’s it.” So fucking close, I could tell.

We’d slept together. In Gage’s bed. And that meant that the whole getting-naked-and-touching-Gage’s-dick-after-I’d-come-so-hard-my-eyes-had-crossed part of those amazing, blurry memories from the night before might… Oh God. Might have actually happened, too.

I scrambled backward again, luckily unable to fall off the floor because it was a floor, thank you very much, and frantically felt around my neck since I couldn’t actually check it visually to see if my fears were justified or not.

“No aspirin,” I repeated dreamily, definitely not needing it when I was already high on all the nakedy naked nakedness happening right now.

“Tilt your chin up, bro.” I did, resting my head back on his shoulder. See? I was super obedient. The obedientest. Totally one hundred percent obeying my master here.

“A scarf?” I repeated, swallowing hard as wisps of my earlier freak-out started to rise up and toy with my throat. Not choking me out yet, but just reminding me that they could. “Um, that’s pretty gay, though,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Gage’s big hands suddenly went still. “And?” he asked in a hard voice, pinning me with a look in the mirror that reminded me exactly who was in charge here. (Spoiler: not me.) (Which made my dick hard.) (Just kidding. My dick had passed “hard” so long ago that I couldn’t even see it in the rearview mirror anymore. My dick was now diamond.)

“I’m yours. Your slave. You’re… you’re in charge. Oh, God. Gage. Yes.” Too many words, but please. Yes. Yes was definitely the right answer. All the yeses, to all of it. To being his. To not worrying. To doing whatever Gage said.

Banging hot chicks was what I did. You know, in my spare time when I wasn’t hanging out with Noah or studying or here at the gym or whatever. But even if being a horndog like that had been part of my identity up until now, as far as I was concerned, swearing off the opposite sex when I got Noah instead was a no-fucking-brainer.

The way it had felt so damn natural and perfect and right to take charge of him like I’d done last night and this morning, like somehow it was what we’d always been meant for and I just hadn’t seen it before now? Nah, there was no way in hell that was ever gonna be wrong… and if he kept on being weirded out by us suddenly turning gay, well, guess that just meant it was my job as his master to keep reminding him how fucking perfect it was until he got the fuck over that weirdness and finally accepted that this was the new us now.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, grinning despite myself. ’Course I was still thinking of him. I always was. Having Noah on my mind 24/7 was a lot like breathing: necessary, natural, and unstoppable.