For ScienceAuthor(s): Alicia Cameron
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Publication Date: October 27, 2015
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Genres: Erotica, Gay, GLBT, Romance, Science Fiction
Tags: Demoted series, m/m, Short Story
Cash nips me playfully on the shoulder, making me squirm even more. “I meant, how do you prefer it, smartass. Do you have a preference? Do you like to top? Have you experienced it?”
That’s a lot of questions, and all with him touching me. I decide to take a historical perspective, hoping I can manage to make at least a little sense.
“The first time I ever had sex, I bottomed,” I recall, thinking back fondly to the youthful exploration that I engaged in before being Demoted. “And at the re-education center, mostly it was bottoming, although I did get picked for special sexual training, so I got to help train the new ones, and I did get to top. But it wasn’t that great, because there wasn’t much more to it than the act, nothing actually exciting. Most of them were terrified anyway, and that’s not really my thing. I tried to be gentle with them, but we were forced to do it. It kind of killed the mood.”
“I would imagine,” Cash agrees, frowning. “Terrible, that.”
I can almost see his mind working, going back to the research, thinking of the things he’ll add to his list of things to eliminate from his newly redesigned re-education centers.
“One or two customers a month at the brothel would request me to top them; that was okay, I guess. I mean, I got off and it wasn’t unpleasant. I kind of knew I’d be getting the shit beaten out of me later if I didn’t get off. It would displease them; they’d take it as a personal offense. That kind of killed the mood for me a little bit, too. And then, you bought me and… that’s about it.”
“So you’ve never done it when you haven’t been forced?” Cash clarifies, reaching a hand between my legs and grabbing my cock though my pants. I struggle not to moan and abandon this conversation altogether.
“No,” I finally tell him, because he seems like he’s going to leave me waiting until I answer.
Cash shifts me, pulling me close so that every part of my body is pressed against his. He kisses my neck and runs his fingers over my ass, making me breathe hard. There’s nothing about fucking him that isn’t exciting, but this particular configuration has caught my curiosity. New things can be threatening, but everything I’ve tried with Cash has been wonderful.
“I assume you’d like to try it, then?”
“Yes,” I admit, feeling strangely vulnerable making the request. I don’t know why; he’s asked me to do all sorts of fucked up shit, but I guess the fact that he could deny me makes me nervous.