The night had been amazing. I gave a show to my roommate Levi, and later I took in a show at the cinema with friends.
After the night was over, I walked home. It was only a 15-minute walk, but it was exactly what I needed to clear my head. Even out in the cool night air, away from him, my thoughts stayed locked on Levi. Every step I took was filled with flashes of him—his body, the way it moved, the way his lips parted when he wasn’t thinking, the way his muscles tensed with frustration or pleasure. He had taken root in my mind, and I wasn’t in any rush to get him out.
I knew I was obsessed. I didn’t care. This wasn’t just some passing attraction—it was hunger, and I wasn’t going to ignore it. Every little interaction with Levi felt like fuel for the fire, a new thread in the web I was spinning around him. He had no idea how deep he was already in, and I loved that.
How could I push him further? How could I make him crave me the way I craved him? The possibilities swirled in my head as I walked, each more thrilling than the last. I wanted him to fall, not just into lust, but into me. Completely. Undeniably. I wouldn’t stop until he was mine, and with the semester break coming up, I knew I had to act quickly. Time was on my side, but I wasn’t going to waste a second.
When I got home, I realized that the lights had been turned off, so I quietly walked in and closed the door behind me.
“It’s okay, Leo. I’m in the living room watching some reruns.” I noticed right away that his voice was slightly slurred. He had been drinking. Interesting, I thought.
“Is everything okay?” I asked with some concern as I sat across from him. He was wearing some oversized white shorts and a wife beater. Around him were at least six beers and two empty vodka shot bottles.
“Man, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with Amber,” he said, his tone filled with pain. “I…” He trailed off. “It’s nothing, man. I don’t want to dump my problems on you,” he added, his face suddenly sober.
“Levi, we’re friends. You can tell me anything,” I said, moving closer and putting my hand on his leg.
“It’s just that Amber has lost all interest in me. Like, shit, how?” he said, raising his hands in frustration.
“I mean, look…” He stood up, pulling down his shorts to reveal a red pair of jocks he was wearing. I had to force myself not to stare, but he looked amazing. The V-shape leading down to a well-filled pouch was impossible to ignore . Then, he pulled off his wife beater and sat back down just in his jock. Shit, he was so fucking hot.
I couldn’t help but enjoy the show. The way his muscles rippled as he moved, the tension in his shoulders from frustration, and that hint of vulnerability in his voice—it was all intoxicating. Watching him unravel made it clear that maybe I wouldn’t have to push so hard after all.
“She wants nothing to do with me,” he said, defeated.
“Well, tell me what happened,” I said, rubbing his chest for comfort.
“We were at her place, and she told me she wanted to play. And well… shit, you know I haven’t gotten laid in a while,” he admitted with some embarrassment.
“She sat on my face, and I did what any guy does—I ate her out until she was bouncing on my face, creaming for more,” he said, his jock starting to stir.
“Then she just got up and said she had work early in the morning and we’d have to finish this”—he pointed at his crotch, his pouch straining from his cock—“some other time.”
Well, well, I thought as he kept ranting. Amber is going to be my best ally in turning her boyfriend into my bitch.
His problems with Amber were already wearing him down, and if I played my cards right, he’d be mine sooner than expected. Levi’s frustration was palpable, radiating off him in waves, and I could see it in every tense movement of his body. He wasn’t just venting; he was teetering on the edge, desperate for any kind of release. The way his cock strained against the pouch of his jockstrap wasn’t lost on me either—it was like his body was betraying him, telling a truth he couldn’t.
“Man, I don’t know what to do anymore,” Levi continued, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “It’s like she’s doing it on purpose, just to fuck with me.”
“You deserve better than that,” I said softly, letting my hand linger on his chest just a second longer than necessary. “You’re a good guy, Levi. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”
He looked at me, his expression softening for a moment before the frustration took over again. “Thanks, man. It’s just… fuck, it’s been too long, you know? I feel like I’m going insane.”
Perfect, I thought. The cracks were already there; I just needed to widen them a little. Levi was ripe for the taking, and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.
“So, what’s a fucking guy supposed to do?” Levi said, continuing his rant. I was watching his body and thinking… maybe I can have some fun with him tonight. Let’s see.
I walked off to my room and returned moments later, pulling out the Astroglide and getting on my knees between his legs.
He was stunned, and there was some fear in his eyes, but I knew he was ready.
“Levi, let me help you out. Sounds like you might lose your mind,” I said. Without waiting, I pulled on his jock pouch, and his cock slipped right out as he closed his eyes from the sensation.
“Okay, I got you,” I said, making sure to take my time as I lubed my finger. His eyes were glued to my every move, and as it was nice and slick, I smiled at him, my tone leaving no room for hesitation.
“Lift your legs so I can finger-fuck you. You’re gonna cum so hard, you won’t believe it,” I commanded, watching for any sign of resistance. There was a flash of concern, fleeting and insignificant, before he obeyed, lifting his legs and exposing his little pink hole.
“Good boy,” I said, my voice low and steady as I leaned in closer. “Hold your legs up, and don’t worry—I’ll take care of this guy.” I gave his cock a firm squeeze, watching as his body shivered from the sensation.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his frustration and lust melting into submission. There was no asking for permission anymore. I was in control,
There was no doubt Levi was drunk, horny, and frustrated, but I wasn’t about to let this golden opportunity pass me by.
“Here we go,” I said as I slid my finger in. The look on his face—a mix of pain and surrender—was priceless. His cock jumped several times as his hole squeezed and released around my finger. His head tilted back, his lips parting as a soft moan escaped, betraying the tension and pleasure coursing through his body. I could feel his walls tighten, pulsing around my finger, as if his body was trying to pull me deeper.
His legs trembled slightly, still held high as I worked him open, the vulnerability on his face shifting into something more raw and primal. His cock twitched in the air, leaking onto his stomach as the sensations overtook him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I whispered, watching him bite his lower lip, his eyes fluttering closed. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing against my hand, desperate for more. I curled my finger inside him, and the gasp that followed was everything I needed to know I had him exactly where I wanted him.
“Good boy,” I murmured, pushing deeper, watching his body react to every movement. Levi’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling as he gave in to the rhythm I set. There was no turning back now.
I was in control, and I loved it. My finger slid in and out, moving in slow circles, testing every one of his responses. His cock pulsed in my free hand, twitching with need, while his legs trembled slightly as waves of sensation coursed through his body.
“Shit, Leo,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust, the sound almost a plea as his eyes glazed over. His better judgment was slipping further, drowned out by the raw, undeniable desire overtaking him. Seeing him like this only fueled me, and I started finger-fucking him harder and faster.
“Aaa,” he gasped, followed quickly by a breathless, “Yes.” Poor thing was so sex-starved he was teetering on the edge, and I was more than happy to push him over. His moans grew louder with each thrust, his hips bucking slightly, desperate for more.
I matched the rhythm of my strokes on his cock with the rough, deliberate thrusts of my finger in his ass. His body jerked and quivered, the tension melting away into surrender. “Aaaa, yessss,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his back arching as he gave himself over to the sensations. His legs stayed up, held tightly to his chest—a silent gesture of submission—as the pleasure overtook him. He was loving every second, every touch, every motion that broke down the last of his resistance.
Then, abruptly, I stopped and stood up. He froze, still holding his legs up like a good boy, his breathing heavy and uneven. “What’s wrong, buddy?” he asked, his tone laced with disappointment and need.
“I need to get comfortable,” I said casually, stripping off my clothes piece by piece. I made sure to give him the best angles, my movements deliberate, knowing his eyes were glued to me. When I turned to face him, my thick cock standing straight at attention, his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Hesitation flickered in his gaze, but it was quickly overtaken by raw desire. He wanted it—I could see it.
I lay back next to him, spreading my legs in a way that left no room for misinterpretation. “You want to help me out with this?” I asked, a teasing smile tugging at my lips, daring him to make the next move.
To my surprise—and satisfaction—Levi moved quickly, positioning himself between my legs. Without a word, without hesitation, he took me into his mouth. Perfect. He was past judgment, past restraint. He wanted this as much as I did.
“Slurp, slurp,” the wet, lewd sounds filled the room as his lips stretched around my swollen shaft, sliding down with surprising enthusiasm. His mouth was warm and tight, his tongue working against me as he adjusted to my size.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me. I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring every moment. Occasionally, I gripped his hair tightly, pulling him up only to slap my cock against his lips. His mouth stayed open, eager, before he sank back down, swallowing me deeper.
Levi was giving me a fucking amazing blowjob, completely lost in the act. His hands roamed my thighs as though grounding himself, his movements driven by raw hunger. But I wanted more. I wanted him to surrender entirely—to abandon the last threads of judgment and give himself fully to me, to this, to the lust consuming him.
“Let’s get you on your back,” I commanded, repositioning Levi so he was lying flat, his legs spread wide. His compliance was immediate, his body moving without hesitation as I climbed over him, settling into a perfect 69 position. My cock hung just above his face, tantalizingly close but deliberately out of reach. I slid my finger back into his tight hole, savoring the way his body trembled with each movement, his muscles tightening and releasing around me.
“Ahhh, shit, yes,” he moaned, his voice slurred and desperate, dripping with need. I smirked, keeping my cock just out of range, teasing him, letting the anticipation build. His frustration was palpable, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to break.
Sure enough, his hand reached up, trembling slightly as he grabbed hold of my cock. His fingers wrapped around its thickness, his touch hesitant at first but quickly firming as desire overtook him. He stared at it, transfixed, as if some invisible force was guiding him, stripping away the last remnants of his resistance. Slowly, deliberately, he brought it to his lips.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, the sound muffled as he took me into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, tasting me, before sliding further down. His initial uncertainty melted away, replaced by a new kind of hunger. He sucked with growing confidence, his lips tight as he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with every movement.
His submission was intoxicating, his desperation to please written in every motion, every moan, every flick of his tongue. Levi was giving in completely, surrendering to the haze of lust consuming him, and I was reveling in every second of it.
“You’re doing so well, Levi,” I murmured, sliding a second finger into his tight hole. His reaction was immediate—a louder moan escaped his lips as his hips lifted slightly off the bed, his body adjusting to the added stretch. He was so responsive, so eager, and it only made me want to push him further.
“Do you like my fingers in your ass?” I teased, thrusting them deeper, curling just enough to hit that perfect spot. His response was muffled, his mouth full of me, but it was clear: “Yes.”
“You like sucking my cock, don’t you? You fucking love it,” I taunted, watching his eyes flutter shut with lust as his body trembled under my touch. Another muffled “Yes” spilled from his stuffed mouth, his body arching as I matched the rhythm of my fingers to the pace of his sucking. He was losing himself, surrendering entirely to the pleasure I was giving him.
Reaching down, I gripped the back of his head, taking control, guiding him to take me deeper. “Let’s see how much you can handle,” I said, my tone dripping with mock authority. I pushed him further, testing his limits as he gagged slightly but kept going, his lips stretched tightly around me.
“Fuck, Levi, you’re so good at this,” I groaned, my voice thick with satisfaction as I watched him work. His cheeks hollowed with every movement, his tongue swirling and teasing me as he tried to please. His cock twitched against my chest, rock hard and leaking, his body betraying just how much he was enjoying every degrading, filthy second.
“Look at you,” I whispered, sliding my fingers even deeper, pressing against that sensitive spot that made him shudder. “You’re such a good boy for me. You can’t get enough, can you?”
His muffled moans grew louder, his hips rocking involuntarily as he gave in a little more to me.
I wanted him to feel like this—embarrassed, used, and completely at my mercy—but I also wanted him to love it, and clearly, he was. The way his body trembled, the flush on his cheeks, the way he refused to pull away—it was all the confirmation I needed.
I roughly pulled out, savoring the sight of his flushed, needy expression, as I kept stroking his cock with my hand. “You want more of my cock, bitch?” I asked, my tone laced with authority. For a moment, I waited, watching him hesitate, but then he muttered, “Yes,” his voice low and dripping with shame.
“Tell me what you want, Levi,” I taunted, bringing my cock back to his lips, teasing him, making him say it aloud. “I want to hear it, Levi.”
There was a pause, his face a mixture of humiliation and lust, before he finally broke. “I want you to face-fuck me, Leo,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
Perfect. The words sent a surge of satisfaction through me. I stood up, grabbing him firmly and placing him on his knees. Without waiting, I shoved my cock into his open mouth, his lips wrapping around me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He moaned around me, his hand working furiously at his own cock as I began to pound his face with no restraint.
“Yes, YESSSS,” he grunted, his voice muffled, his body shaking as he gave in to being used, completely and utterly.
“Look at me, bitch. I want to see you looking at me as I skull-fuck you,” I ordered, my tone brooking no argument. He obeyed, lifting his gaze to meet mine. His mouth stretched wide around my cock, his chiseled features now flushed a deep red as he battled the mix of emotions crashing over him—pleasure, shame, and the undeniable desire to please me.
I wasn’t about to waste the moment. I gripped his head tightly, taking full control as I began to powerfuck his mouth, my hips slamming into him relentlessly. He choked and gagged but didn’t pull away, his moans vibrating against me as trails of thick saliva dripped from his lips and down his chin, pooling onto the floor.
Levi was jerking himself off, completely lost in his own haze of lust. His body was moving on instinct now, chasing release with no thought to anything else. His eyes pleaded with me to slow, to give him a reprieve, but I only went faster, pushing him to his limits. His eyes widened, tears forming at the edges, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
“Fuck, Levi, you look so good sucking my cock,” I growled, holding his head firmly in place as I felt the pressure building. “I’m going to enjoy cumming in your mouth,” I snarled, the words a declaration.
Levi’s expression shifted briefly to concern, but he was too far gone to stop. His body was on autopilot, his glazed eyes locking with mine as his glistening, sweat-soaked body gave in completely to the moment. He wasn’t just being used—he was submitting, and he was loving every degrading second of it.
“I’m getting close, bitch,” I growled, gripping his head tightly as I continued to thrust into his throat. Levi was moaning like a desperate slut, his head jerking slightly in rhythm with the rough strokes of his own hand on his cock. He was completely lost in the haze of lust, his inhibitions shattered.
I couldn’t hold off any longer. “Swallow, BITCH,” I yelled, shoving myself as deep as I could and releasing, my cock pulsing as I shot hot streams of cum down his throat. He gagged slightly, his body tensing, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he adjusted, the muscles in his throat working as he began to slurp and swallow everything I gave him.
His lips stayed sealed around me, his tongue still moving, savoring the taste. The sight of him—tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, a mix of my cum and his saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth—was pure perfection. I held him there for a moment longer, reveling in the complete submission etched across his face.
When I was satisfied, I slowly pulled out. His mouth remained slightly open, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but he didn’t look away. There was a flicker of something—concern, perhaps—but it was drowned out by the way he licked his lips, as though testing and relishing the remnants of my release.
I smiled, victorious. Levi had just crossed a line, one he couldn’t come back from, and he had done it willingly. His hesitation was still there, faint but lingering, but it was overshadowed by the way his body responded, the way he leaned forward slightly, as though he already craved more.
“Good boy,” I said softly, running my thumb across his cheek, smearing the mixture of tears and cum. He flinched slightly at the words but didn’t move away, his breathing heavy and uneven. He wasn’t just accepting this—he was learning to love it
“I’m gonna come,” he yelled, his voice desperate and strained. I moved quickly, flipping him onto all fours, his ass up and face pressed into the floor. To my surprise, Levi didn’t stop jerking himself off for even a second, his hand working furiously as he gave in completely.
“AAAaaaaaa,” he cried out as I shoved two fingers back into his tight hole, my movements rough and deliberate. His back arched, his body trembling as he moaned, “MMMMMMmmmmm.” The next sound that escaped him was almost a squeal, pure and unrestrained, as I fingered his ass deeper and faster, pushing him closer to the edge.
“Yes, Yes, YES,” he moaned, the words spilling out in delight as his ass took my fingers greedily, clenching and releasing around them. “I’m gonna cuuummm,” he cried, his voice breaking as his body shook violently. His muscular ass quivered and contracted with each thrust of my fingers, his moans turning into hisses of pleasure. “Fuck me!” he screamed, his control shattering completely.
I didn’t let up. I pulled my fingers all the way out, letting his body anticipate the next move, before shoving them back into his quivering hole. His entire body spasmed, the sheer intensity of the sensation driving him into convulsions.
“Yes, Fuck, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he yelled, his voice cracking as his body gave in to wave after wave of pleasure. His climax overtook him completely, his cock pulsing as he released everything he had. The combination of liquor, forced abstinence, guilt, and surrender created a high unlike anything he had experienced before. He was breaking apart, and I was the one putting him back together.
When the shivering stopped and his cock finally went limp, I didn’t hesitate. While he was still catching his breath, I set him up, his knees wobbling beneath him, and slid my hard cock back into his mouth.
It wasn’t about my pleasure anymore; I had already climaxed with an intensity that left me satisfied. This was about reinforcing his submission, ensuring he knew his place. As he came down from his high, I guided him, my cock filling his mouth again.
“Do you like getting face-fucked, Levi?” I asked, my tone calm and commanding as I looked down at him.
He paused for a moment, but then he nodded, his eyes locking with mine. He couldn’t hide from it now—he wanted this.
“Good,” I said, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. I kept shoving back into him, watching as he accepted it, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Anytime you need some cock, just ask, and I’ll have you getting skull-fucked in no time,” I added, my hand gently rubbing through his hair as if rewarding a good boy.
Levi didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, he stayed there, his mouth wrapped around me, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and something dangerously close to satisfaction. He was mine now, whether he realized it or not.
I pulled out, leaving him sprawled on the floor, leaning against the couch like a cheap whore who had just been thoroughly used. Without a second glance, I walked into the bathroom and started the shower, my victory already cemented.
I made sure to leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, curious to see what he would do next. For a moment, he stayed still, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then, as if on autopilot, he got up, pulled his shorts back on, and grabbed some paper towels. He moved to clean the mess on the floor with robotic precision, his actions methodical, almost dazed. Afterward, he walked to the sink, splashing his face with cold water before retreating to his bedroom and closing the door behind him.
Fifteen minutes later, once I was back in my own room, I turned on the cameras to his room, eager to see how he was processing everything. To my delight, there he was, jerking off again. The long, finger-like anal wand was shoved into his mouth, and he was gargling around it as he stroked himself with unrestrained desperation.
Excellent. I turned off the camera, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. Levi was coming along just fine, breaking down exactly how I wanted.
