Buds, Bonds & Bad Decisions

A GeenaLovesMike Story, told by Harry

Written by BoxingGloveLove

The streaking lights of cars, streetlamps, and neon signs all melted together beneath an almost turquoise sky as I rode like hell to Eleanor Roosevelt Hall. I don’t know, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I got here way too late man, and that the ride took me a lot longer than just ten measly minutes. The whole thing had felt like at least an hour. Pulp Fiction lasted forever, it seemed. I was still higher than a cosmonaut by the time I got to her dorm building. I locked up my bike, got Kyle’s usual order from my brick of Pulp Fiction at the ready, walked inside, then took the elevator up to the 13^th floor, not really knowing what to expect.

I used my secret knock (The beat to My Sharona!) on Sue’s quad room door.

Kyle came out a split second later, naked as the day he was born, save for a tight, leather collar, and this weird looking cage thing on his Johnson. He had definitely been waiting for me, and he looked mad. He came out of the door, and closed it behind him.

“Dude, do you know how bad you just fucked me?” He said looking around the corner, probably not wanting to be caught nude in the hallway.

“I told you to deliver through the back window, for one! Before Sue was here! Now she’s here! So that’s two!”

Back window? Was he fuckin’ expecting me to throw it up there? I thought, honestly curious.

“I’m really sorry I’m late, broski. Really, I am. I got super caught up with the last delivery.”

Kyle’s toned, tall, swimmer’s body was covered in red marks and scratches. Sue had marked her territory. Kyle sniffed deeply. He followed his nose to two inches away from my face.

“You were out gettin’ stoned, Harry. I can smell it on you.” Kyle said, smelling me with an angry, betrayed look.

“Right, I’m extremely sorry, man. But look, I got tied up with-”“And you were out gettin’ pussy too, you freaking Judas? That’s three!” He pointed his finger at me accusingly.

“Ah, Kyle man…Can’t I just drop off this bag? I’ve had a long day too, and I’m sorry that I inconvenienced you in any way. You know I’m your buddy till the end. Let me make it up to you? I’ll pass you some free jays later on this week. What do you say?”

“You don’t understand, Harry.” Kyle kept eyeballing the door behind him. “You were supposed to show up before Sue got back…then I told you to pass it up by the window when she was still sleeping…I had a whole basket and rope invention for it! But now she’s making sounds like she’s about to wake up, and she’s a light fucking sleeper.”

“Calm down, friend. Cold chill. Take a deep breath…and tell Harry what’s the matter.” I put my therapist face on and my hand on his shoulder.

“All right. So…Sue doesn’t allow me to get stoned at all without her permission, right?”

“Right, the contract. Ha, she doesn’t allow you to wear clothes either!” I couldn’t help laughing.

“Yeah, the contract.” He said with a dreamy, horny smile, not bothered by my giggling. “It’s hot.” Then Kyle broke out of his reverie, and went back to his worries. “But she only smokes on Friday and the weekend! Sue has her little routine and everything. But I’ve been smoking her bag all week!”

“Whoa man, you’ve been dipping into Sue’s stash? The chick that likes showing off how she dominates you and shit? What possessed you to do that?” I was still super high. I was enjoying this conversation.

“Ugh, it’s these freaking math classes, Harry. They stress me the hell out. Half the time, nothing in that class makes sense, and the other half, I’m trying to hide my boner because I’m thinking about Sue! I understand the material a lot better with a good burn, but Sue is just as strict about the ganja as she is about me jacking off. I dunno, it’s just been real stressful….” He said with a deep, sad sigh.

“Ah, I see your predicament, then. You need to replace her shit. And on the double, man.”

“I needed to replace her shit on the double, ya jerk. Now I need to prepare my ass for what Sue is about to do to me.” Kyle was not calming down. I wondered what the worst that could happen was.

I knew that showing him the bitchin’ bag of Pulp Fiction would alleviate all of his fears, and melt his troubles away. I took it out of my bag and held it up to him. As soon as he caught the aroma, he smiled and seemed to calm down some.

“Don’t give up hope yet, man. I’m right here! Let me just get you this bag and-”

Our collective blood ran cold when we both heard Sue call Kyle’s name from far behind the door. Kyle looked like he had just been slapped. She sounded pissed. Pissed like…she had just woken up, felt like smoking, and saw nothing but an empty bag.

“Fuck, she’s up!” Kyle whispered at me with panicked eyes.

When she opened the door, and I saw the look on her face…I knew that my guess had been right on the money.

Sue looked at me with a very slight look of surprise. She was definitely not expecting to see me there, holding a bag of dynamite product in front of her slave boyfriend, who was contractually obligated to never smoke without her say so, looking all red eyed and stupid.

She stared daggers at Kyle though, who was frozen in fear with his back to her, still looking at me, not having had the balls to turn around and look at his owner.

Sue was very pretty. She came out wearing a very large and loose red t-shirt, and a pair of simple black panties. Her legs were long and strong, and her presumably sexy feet were stuffed into a pair of girly, pink slippers. Her hips looked nice, round, and inviting. I immediately thought of Geena’s huge strap again, and felt a tinge of loneliness.

Sue was holding an empty Ziploc bag.

“Kyle, turn around. Now.” Sue said curtly. Her voice was sexy, but it was cold like ice.

He did as she commanded.

She held up the empty bag in front of his face, crossed her other arm, and tapped her foot rhythmically. It was in 4/4 time!

Kyle looked down in shame.

“Oh, you’d better get back inside right now, bitch boy. You won’t be able to sit down after this.” She pointed her manicured finger inside the dorm room. Her voice was commanding. Like a military general or something.

Kyle gave me one last look of pure betrayal, and went inside, tail tucked between his legs. Sue stared him down as he did, like a strict headmistress.

“Wait for me in your usual spot. I will deal with you in a second, little man.”

When she turned to me, it was almost night and day. She hit me with a smile so warm, it disarmed me completely.

Huh, wasn’t she just livid?

“Good evening, Harry! Guess I caught you at juuust the right time. Sorry for the way my lil’ Kyle treated you.” Her smile was absolutely genuine. Sue the domme, and Sue my friend seemed to be completely different people.

“Caught…me…” My voice had cracked, and I cleared my throat. I was still really high.

Ugh, all I wanted to do was relax now. I hadn’t been expecting this much drama today.

Also…I may have been a little scared of Sue. Just a tiny bit.

“Yeah, you caught me at the right time.” I said, not really looking her in the eyes.

I cleared my throat and went into salesman mode. I put on my trademark, million watt smile, and got ready to do my usual sale’s rap. Sue spoke first, though.

“I bet you already know what I’m gonna ask, huh?” Her smile was infectious, and the tone in her voice was one of pure benevolence. That, and the caring look in her eyes put me completely at ease, and I had completely forgotten her earlier subjugation of poor, dumb Kyle.

“Ha ha, yeah. I do. Your lil’ guy smoked up your entire stash. I got you though, Sue.”

“Awesome! Let me go inside really quick to make sure everything is squared away, then we can talk business?” She turned her body to the door, but kept her eyes locked on mine.

“Take all the time you need, Sue. I’ll be right here.” I put my stuff back into my bag, thinking about Sue squaring away Kyle and smiling.

“Great! Gimmie like three minutes. I’ll be right back!” Sue said those last four words like she was singing a song. She went back inside, and closed the door behind her softly.

I waited out there for about four minutes in the dim, lonely hallway, messing with my Walkman, thinking about the hi-fi I wanted to get. I was still extremely high.

Sue came out exactly as I had last seen her: smiling warmer than the west coast sun.

“Come on in, Harry! Honest, you couldn’t have come at a more opportune time.”

“Always down to satisfy a customer, buddy.” I said calmly, following her in.

Sue’s room was a super comfy quad that she shared with three other girls. I had never been inside, but Kyle and Mike talked about it all the time. You walk in, and there’s a big, shared living space to the left, with a kitchen, dining area, and huge window overlooking damn near the entire campus. They had a good television there too. The rooms and the bathrooms were all tucked away stylishly in the hallway to the right. The whole place was choice.

Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Neither were Sue’s other roommates. The whole place was quiet.

“Can I get a half ounce to replace what my naughty boy sneaked from me?” She said as she flashed me a FAT dead president. I had heard that Sue came from money. “You can keep the change for your troubles. I’m so sorry for Kyle’s bad behavior. I’m trying to train it out of him, but…as you can see…it’s going to take some time to work out the kinks.”

“Half an ounce of primo Pulp Fiction, coming right up, Sue.” I said cheerily, getting it all together on her dining room table.

“Primo Pulp Fiction?” Sue asked quizzically.

“Oh yeah. This stuff is called Pulp Fiction! Go ahead, ask me why.”

“Why?”

“Because it lasts way longer than three hours!” I laughed at my own joke.

“I don’t get it.” Sue said, maintaining her smile.

“You ain’t seen Pulp Fiction yet?”

“Not yet. I heard it’s a dumb, boy movie, though.” Sue scrunched her cute button nose.

“Its also a really fuckin’ long one too.” I said, passing her the bag.

“Oh, I get it now! That is pretty funny.” Sue humored me as she handed me the bill.

But…as I reached out to grab it, she held it firm, and looked me square in the eyes.

“I’ll let you keep the change, Harry…if you help me out with something else.” Sue was appropriating a more serious tone I had never seen her use before.

I was getting Wendy flashbacks, but I didn’t care. That green paper looked mighty tasty to me, and I was already here. May as well!

“I’ll help you with anything, dude! What are friends for?” I said with real warmth. Sue may have intimidated me just a bit, but she was always very cool to me. And she was part of Geena’s circle, so I knew she was good people.

Sue gave me a mischievous look. “After all…it is a problem that you…sort of made worse, Harry. You owe me one.”

I was confused, but I was still very much in salesman mode.

“Ah, I didn’t mean to mess anything up, Sue. I’m sorry. Just let me know what I can do, and I’ll provide the grooviest help I can, honest. I like keeping my customers happy.”

“Promise you’ll help me?”

“I swear.” I raised my hand in scout’s honor.

Sue smiled like she had just received some very good news. “Deal! No takebacks! Bring some grounded Pulp Fiction with you and follow me. Come on, down the hall.”

I followed her down the hall, past the three rooms belonging to her absent roommates.

The Eleanor Roosevelt dorm building absolutely beat the shit out of the rest of the lodgings on campus, every door was new, every wall was freshly painted, and it blew my mind how shiny the freaking doorknobs were. The signs on the door were all decorated differently, and written in pretty, glittery handwriting. Sue and I passed doors with the names Nisha, Makayla, and Connie…until we finally got to Sue’s room.

The door was open just a crack, and I could hear Kyle’s muffled voice on the other side.

“I’m going to need you to keep your cool, Harry. Can you keep your cool?” Sue asked me with a bit of a seductive tone.

“Yeah. I can keep it.” I answered honestly, not knowing what exactly she meant.

“Good. Because remember…you instigated his bad behavior.” Sue said as she opened the door.

With arms strapped tightly to the bedposts, Kyle sat in bondage with an extremely hard cock. His face was completely obscured with a black gas mask. Attached to the mask was one of my favorite things on earth: a nice, long bong. I wouldn’t have recognized him if we hadn’t just been sharing words in the hallway while he was nude. I recognized his body, covered in Sue’s disciplinary marks.

My mouth watered. I wouldn’t have minded a good burn right about now.

Kyle turned his head, and the pipe pointed right at Sue as I followed her inside.

Sue’s room- aside from Kyle’s naked ass strapped to the bed- was in immaculate order. Her shoes were all lined up perfectly in her closet, her desk had separate holders for pens, pencils, and clips, and there wasn’t a single bit of clutter on the floor. This was definitely the room of a chick that had her future planned out ten years in advance. I bet Sue didn’t even need weed for those May finals stresses. She probably smoked so she could enhance the feeling of being a total boss. I liked her a lot.

“Hey, man.” I said to Kyle, wondering if he could hear me in there, all alone in the dark.

Kyle said nothing.

Sue kept her back to me and walked over to her love toy. She took off her long red shirt, and placed it on the back of a chair. Her breasts were really nice, and they jiggled nicely when she plopped down next to Kyle.

“Pass me the bag, Harry. And sit down in that chair, please.” Sue said, never taking her loving eyes off of the gas mask.

I passed her the bag from earlier. She took some of the shake from the bottom, and filled the bowl of the mask-pipe with it. I sat down in the chair, her shirt still hanging from it and smelling nice.

“There should be some rolling papers in the desk in front of you, Harry. Second drawer. Would you kindly?” She never looked at me. She was sizing Kyle up like he was prey.

“I would, kindly.” I grabbed the paper, rolled up, and sat back to watch the show. I sighed, stretched, and cracked my neck. The scene was looking pretty hot.

Sue took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She meditated for like a second, and then her eyes changed back to how they looked when she had caught Kyle buying from me: mad, indignant, disciplinary…and lascivious.

“You just keep doing this to yourself, Kyle.” She grabbed some skin from his balls, pinched and pulled. It looked like it hurt. Kyle’s dick twitched, and he moaned.

“Why do you keep hurting yourself? Why do you refuse to learn?” Sue couldn’t hide her crazy smile anymore. She looked gorgeous with those dominant eyes, and that wicked gleam.

She used both hands to pinch and pull. No part of Kyle’s testicles was safe from Sue’s hungry, two-clawed onslaught. His balls got redder, and his dick was twitching up and down hard.

All at once Sue stopped. Kyle let out a whine. It seemed that he preferred being touched and tormented to being left in peace.

Sue stared at him with that ravenous look again. She was hovering her hands over Kyle’s dick, giving it body heat and air, but no actual touch. Kyle moaned and pulled at his leather restraints.

“Not only did you break the rules of the contract again, little man…but you stuck those hands into a cookie jar they had no business being in. You like what I did with those hands, don’t you?” Sue cooed into the gas mask.

Kyle nodded yes, the pipe going up and down, not unlike his hard member.

I had rolled up by this point, and had inhaled about one quarter of the jay. Holy shit, I was blitzed.

“Yeah, I tied them back so they wouldn’t steal my shit anymore. Stealing is beneath you, Kyle. It’s beneath what we represent. You know this.” She squeezed his balls hard. Kyle was moving around wildly in his restraints like he had just been shocked…but he moaned like he was in heaven.

“I tell you this time and time again. I shouldn’t have to. I WILL train you. Do you hear me? I WILL train the insolence out of you.” She punctuated each sentence with a hard pull of those poor bollocks.

Kyle writhed like a madman, half insane from the pain, half loco from love.

Sue grabbed a lighter from the top of her nightstand with one hand, not removing the other from Kyle’s sore balls. She lit the bowl, and the green went red.

“Inhale. NOW, slut. You wanted this. Toke. Toke now!” Her eyes gleamed with a devious light.

Kyle puffed and puffed like he was a magic dragon, while Sue did her whole domina thing with his nuts, alternating between hard, quick tugs, and slow, hot teases. The darkened eyes of the gas mask filled with smoke. It looked like Kyle’s boner had gone down some. Pulp Fiction had that power, I knew. It’s a total sleeper’s pot. It can make an episode of The Simpsons last for hours. A hot, BDSM scene with the beautiful Sue was going to feel like days for him. Sue had him smoke the entire bowl, too. He was going to be a math genius after this scene…right after he came back down from Mars.

“Oh no slut, that cock needs to stay hard for me. Toke! Sue doesn’t play with soft cocks!” Sue lit up the bowl again, and got the last bit of green into Kyle’s brain.

His long, battered dick tried staying hard, but it sagged just a bit. Sue’s eyes lit up like the fourth of July. She teased it lightly with her pretty fingers, and it bobbed a little. She drooled a long line of warm saliva on it, and it got harder. Sue stroked and stroked at the head of his cock until it reached maximum power. By this point, Kyle had been reduced to just emitting low, brainless moans, and occasionally writhing from the sudden sensations. Like domesticated cattle. Sue looked like she had just gotten exactly what she wanted. She had made his mind a blank slate, and was about to fill it up with nothing but her own brand of discipline.

This was really hot to watch, by the way. I couldn’t stop thinking about Geena’s strap on the evening of 4/20. I felt that strange emptiness inside me again, right at the peak of that particular buzz. It made me feel all tingly and shit. But besides that, I dug the whole scene! It was like watching a good music video. Or a hot porn with good tunes in it.

“Yeah? My little contract breaker likes being stroked?” Sue asked her blitzed boyfriend.

Kyle only managed to let out a weak moan, and his head fell to one side. This man was stoned out of his gourd.

“Well don’t get used to it, you slutty little thief. I’ve got you punished for a long time. When the bag of weed that I just bought runs out, I will lift that punishment.”

That brought Kyle a little bit out of his trip. He definitely made a little sound of protest. We both knew that Sue didn’t smoke too much, so this bag was going to last.

“Yes.” was all Sue said when she whacked him right in the shaft.

It swung to and fro like a rigid speedbag.

“You always talk about how much you love me and the contract. THIS is the contract, bitchboy. The one you adore so much. The one whose rule you broke so flagrantly.” Sue was totally salivating. There was definitely a wet spot on the bed beneath her. I got hard thinking about that.

“Listen to me, I WILL train you, Kyle. Not just because you are a pitiful excuse of a sub as you are right now, but because I deserve the BEST sub.” She scratched at the hard shaft with her manicured nail. It left a reddish line. “Don’t you think I deserve the best?”

Kyle nodded his head weakly, and the pipe went up and down. This man was still far in outer space.

“Are you going to abide by the rules of the contract next time?” She scratched at his sensitive skin again.

Kyle jumped a little, then moaned in agreement.

“Thank you, little guy! I’m glad that you agree. And for the most part, I forgive you. You still need the attitude adjustment, though…” All of a sudden, Sue got up on her feet, and stood up on the bed. She looked hot being the tallest person in the room. Her eyes were ablaze with crazy passion, like she was on a wicked roller coaster. She held onto the wall with both hands for stability, and kicked at his defeated cock with her pretty bare foot.

Kyle gave a muffled scream, and pulled at his restraints weakly.

“I will make you use your safeword, slut. I swear you won’t be able to walk straight after I’m done with you.” She kicked twice more with a wham, bam.

Kyle gave a yelp that sounded like he was half in heaven, and half in hell.

“You will be crying that safeword at me!” Sue screamed in ecstasy as she stomped right on the head of his cock, and flattened it beneath her sole. Her toenails scratched at him as well. The entire room smelled like Sue’s tough love. It was awesome.

The man in the gasmask exhaled loudly, like he had been punched in the stomach. He deflated like an old balloon.

I was stunned. Sue was a damn athlete for being able to keep up this pace. And Kyle could have been a replacement for the heavy bags in the gymnasium.