Help Ethan... (after making him beg for it)

This was Ethan.

Ethan, who had on several occasions hugged Cedric from behind and let his hands roam about freely while pushing his hips into his ass.

Ethan, who had more than once slowly and deliberately stripped, knowing full well that Cedric was watching, before putting on a towel and heading for the shower.

Ethan, who had once deepthroated a banana in front of Cedric while winking at him (a whole day had passed before Cedric managed to get the smell of coffee out of his nose).

Ghost be damned, there was only one reasonable option.

Cedric smirked as he pulled over at a secluded spot, checking to make sure there was nobody around. Well, well, well, he thought. Look who's gonna get his **** today.

"Gee, really? You want my help? But I'm not sure I could... what was it you said? 'Handle you pretty well'?"

"Ced, plea-a-a-ahhhhh..." Ethan moaned. "Please..."

"I don't know," Cedric said coyly. "You've been such a naughty boy, Ethan. Teasing me when you know I can't do anything about it. Exciting me just because you think it's funny. And you think you deserve my... help?" Cedric dragged his pinky fingernail along the bottom of Ethan's cock from root to head as Ethan groaned.

"Pleaaassssee Cedric... balls... burning..."

"Awww, that's simply too bad," Cedric patted Ethan's plump, taut balls, making Ethan inhale sharply. "Because I LOVE seeing you like this. Tied up, naked and helpless. Completely at my mercy."

"You... evil..."

"Let's see how much you like being teased." Cedric rummaged about in the glove compartment before pulling out a rubber band, stretching it over Ethan's cock and balls. Immediately, the rubber band got caught around Ethan's bushy pubic hair, but it otherwise served nicely to accentuate the six inch long, ramrod-straight, throbbing tool and its accompanying balls. Ethan panted as he felt his cock stiffen even more than he thought was possible, so much so that any touch was a nearly painful level of pleasurable.

That's gonna be a bitch to untangle later, Cedric thought.

"... fuuuuuuck..."

"Shouldn't have played with fire after all, eh?" One hand moved to Ethan's left nipple and squeezed hard, while the other went down to massage the area between Ethan's balls and ass. Ethan yowled in response, his body spasming as Cedric's knuckles dug into his taint.

"I think... before I let you cum... you deserve to be punished."

"... fucking... hell- ahhhh!" he yelped, as Cedric flicked the tip of his cock. "Nooo! Please... let me cum... dick hurts..."

"Oh, no, you don't. Not yet. You're gonna BEG me for it."

"... pleeease Ced... oh goddddd..." Ethan's needy whine had Cedric himself leaking - he could feel a growing patch of sticky wetness in his boxers. In return, Cedric made one quick pass around Ethan's mushroom head with a single finger. Ethan thrust his hips forwards, hoping to increase what little stimulation he was receiving, but Cedric placed a hand on Ethan's firm, tensed abs and pushed him backwards.

"Oh, and you call me 'sir'. Not 'Ced.' Is that clear?"

Cedric had seen this once in some porn video. The thought of Ethan calling him sir while begging to cum was... intoxicating.

"..."

"Okay, never mind then." Cedric lifted his hands as if to wash himself off Ethan, leading to a fresh whimper from the tormented boy.

"No... sorry... please..." Ethan paused, then exhaled defeatedly, "... sir..."

Holy shit, this is turning out far better than I expected. Fuck me.

"That's better. Now repeat after me... 'I need you to jerk me off'."

"I... I need you to - a-a-ahhh - to jerk me off..."

"I need you to jerk me off WHAT?"

"I... I need you to... to jerk... jerk me off... sir..."

A new feeling raced through Cedric, and it took him a few seconds to identify what it was.

He felt powerful... no, that wasn't quite the right word.

And then it clicked.

He felt dominant.

He felt utterly in control. His word was law - and he loved it.

"Say... 'Please stroke my unworthy dick', boy."

"Please... please str - a-a-unh! - stroke my... my unworthy dick... sir..." Ethan **** out, sweat coating his brow.

"Good boy." Cedric's hand returned to Ethan's shaft, gripping it tightly. Ethan started to really struggle for control, trying to thrust into Cedric's fist, but was easily held back by the seat belt, his trapped arms, and Cedric's other hand, which was now tracing the outline of Ethan's abs. They were firm and unyielding, much like bricks in a wall, and Cedric marveled at how solid they felt under his roaming fingers.

"Say... 'I've been a naughty little cocktease and I deserve to be punished'."

"I've been a... a naughty little cocktease and I... I deserve to be - a-a-a-ahhh! - be p-punished... sir..."

"'Please let me fire my love juice'."

"Please... please... let me... let me - a-a-ahh - fire my, my, my... love juice, sir..." Ethan visibly cringed on saying the words "love juice", blood rising into his cheeks.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Please... let me fire... fire my love juice... sir, please, PLEASEEEEE..."

"Can't hear you," Cedric sang.

"PLEASE... PLEASE LET ME FIRE MY LOVE JUICE, SIR!" Ethan screamed at the top of his lungs, his face furiously flaming with humiliation. Cedric was sure that if anyone had been outside the car, they would've been able to hear Ethan's **** begging as well.

"Not. Yet." Cedric once again lifted both hands, and Ethan sank into the seat, chest heaving, letting out the most miserable whimper Cedric had ever heard. "You don't deserve it yet," Cedric said mischievously.

"Please... please sir..."

"Look at you. Reduced to a pathetic mess and begging for a guy to touch your dick. So strong, so fit," Cedric squeezed Ethan's biceps and pecs, "so sexy... but so helpless. So weak." Cedric pinched a nipple and twisted it, and Ethan squirmed in agonized pleasure. "What will you do if I let you cum?"

"... I'll... I'll - ah! - I'll do anything..."

"Anything?"

"Anything..."

Cedric arched his eyebrows. "Let's see how far that 'anything' goes, shall we?"

Another involuntary tremor ran through Ethan's naked body, rocking him where he sat. It was so strong, Cedric felt the car vibrate.

Man, this ghost really must have been some sort of sex expert in their past life.

... I can't believe I just thought that.

"Would you... strip for me whenever I want?"

"I... I would... sir... please..."

"You would what?"

"I... I would... strip for you wh... whenever you want, sir..."

"Would you let me... finger your dirty little boy pussy anytime?" Cedric slid his hand under Ethan until he reached Ethan's hole, tracing along its outside with his index finger.

"I... I would let you... finger my dirty little - oh fuuuuuck - boy pussy... anytime... sir..." Ethan begged after a beat of silence, his body tense as an overloaded steel cable.

"Would you deepthroat my magnificent cock?" Cedric probed, as yet another tremor raced through Ethan. There was a long pause this time. Cedric counted about ten seconds before he heard Ethan gulp.

"I... I would... I would - ah! - deep... deepthroat your mag... magnificent cock, sir, pleaaseee, sir..."

Cedric noticed that Ethan's words were weak and wavering as if they were wrenched from him, and his eyes were very nearly fully glazed over. A tiny part of him thought it would be fun to carry on and see what else he could get Ethan to agree to - but thankfully for Ethan, the rest of him did not.

Don't want to end up breaking Ethan or something.

"Good boy," Cedric murmured, and finally began to stroke Ethan's cock with purpose. He drove his clenched fist all the way down to where Ethan's shaft met his groin, before quickly returning to the tip, squeezing tightly all the way; he felt Ethan's strong, racing heartbeat through every throb of his cock. As Cedric reached the end of Ethan's manhood, his palm swiveled about the long-suffering, engorged, purpling head, drawing a frenzied, guttural moan that crescendoed into a yell -

And then spears of cum started to spew from Ethan's cock like water from a pressure washer; they lanced forwards, lodging themselves into the floormat as well as into Ethan's jeans and boxers. Ethan bucked vigourously, slamming his cock in and out of Cedric's palm with his entire being; with every contraction of his balls, he let slip some sort of strange, strangled sound, a cross between a sob and a moan. Cedric continued pumping Ethan's shaft and kneading his taint, forcefully extracting every last drop of semen from his body, until all that was left was a dribble of cum trickling down from Ethan's cock onto the car seat beneath. Spent, Ethan collapsed like a rag doll into the seat, his body going limp.

Holy fuck. I CANNOT believe I just got to do that.

Cedric was exhilarated. Keeping Ethan on the edge and forcing him to beg for his orgasm had lit a blazing fire within him, and it was all he could do to tamp down his arousal, which was working overtime trying to convince him to rub one out as well. Instead, he resolved to do it immediately once he got back to the dorm - and he knew without a doubt what he was going to be jerking off to.

Next to him, Ethan weakly moaned. "... oh god..."

Cedric glanced at Ethan's still stiff cock, a stray thought crossing his mind, and he reached for it once more...

"ARRRRGHHH! FUCK! NOO! STOP! OOH! AAAH!"

It was three minutes of pure **** for Ethan as Cedric relished the absolute power he had - three minutes of polishing which jerked Ethan right out of his orgasm-induced euphoria and dragged him back down to earth.

"Fucking hell, Cedric..." Ethan coughed, leaning back into the seat with his eyes closed. "Evil bastard..."

"Aren't you going to thank me at all? Cedric playfully retorted. "You know, after I fulfilled your wish and jerked you off?"

"After all the stupid shit you made me say? Yeah, right. You had so much fun at my expense," Ethan said, but Cedric could see that Ethan wasn't truly upset - there was actually a small smile on his face even as he started to fully process what had happened.

"Hey, don't make it sound like I was the only one enjoying it."

"Well... it was not bad, I guess," Ethan grinned. "At least, the first part was. Bet you finally got to live out one of those fantasies you jerk off to on the regular."

"Well... maybe just a little," Cedric admitted sheepishly. "You kind of encouraged it, you know, with the nonsense you regularly do."

"Oh really," Ethan challenged. "Not my fault you think with your dick so much."

"Brave words from a BOY who just offered up his p-"

"Okay, okay," Ethan hurriedly interrupted. "Let's uh, move away from that, okay? Or I guess, just not now. Maybe later. We need to fix this." He wriggled, trying to free himself from the shirt.

"What?"

"I mean, it was fun and all, but I really don't want to spend rest of my days fucked and jerked off by ghosts. Oh man, I can't believe I just said that. But fuck, how am I going to go to class, go out, do anything? We need to find a way to solve it."

"You mean, YOU need to find a way to solve it. I see no downsides," Cedric laughed.

"... fuck you."

"Heh, kidding. Yeah, as much fun as you made being fucked and jerked off by a ghost sound, I didn't think it was something you'd want to stick around long term."

"We'd need to ask someone who knows more..." Ethan tried to curl his upper body forwards, but with his arms and the chair angled as they were, it proved to be near impossible.

"Yeah, the two of us wouldn't know the first thing about how to get rid of ghosts... we didn't even believe in them until today. Let's head back, we can call someone or something," Cedric said as he started the car.

"Hey, aren't you gonna let me go?" Ethan twisted fruitlessly in his seat.

"Let me enjoy naked, bound and helpless Ethan for a while longer..." Cedric lifted his hand and stared at the cum on it, then brought it to Ethan's face, even as Ethan pressed his head back into the headrest. "Wanna taste?"

"Eww, no!"

"Too bad!" Cedric took the opportunity to smear it on his lips anyway.

"CEDRIC!"