Chapter 1: The Bully Meets His Match
ethan walk behind nathan in the dark, waitin for the moment to catch him off guard . The alley was narrow, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and the faint hint of Nathan's cologne. The city lights flickered above, casting long, dancing shadows on the ground. Ethan's heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of anticipation and excitement. He had been chasing this for weeks, and now, finally, he had him.
Nathan was leaning against the wall, his phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and steady. Ethan watched him, his eyes tracing the curve of his back, the way his shoulders tensed when he spoke. He was a beautiful man, strong and confident, and Ethan wanted him. He wanted to feel him, to taste him, to make him beg.
Ethan's breath caught in his throat as he imagined it, his cock twitching in his pants. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and then he moved.
"Nathan," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Nathan turned, his eyes widening in surprise as Ethan shoved him roughly against the wall. His phone clattered to the ground, forgotten.
"Ethan, what the fuck?" Nathan gasped, but Ethan didn't answer. He was too busy pressing his body against Nathan's, feeling the hard lines of his muscles, the way his breath hitched in his chest.
"Shut up, Nathan," Ethan said, his voice a low rumble.
He could feel Nathan's heart racing against his chest, could see the pulse in his neck throbbing. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Nathan's ear. "I've been watching you, Nathan.
Nathan's breath hitched, and Ethan smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. He could feel Nathan's cock pressing against him, hard and insistent. He reached down, his hand wrapping around Nathan's waistband, and pulled him closer. "You want this, don't you, Nathan?" he whispered, his voice a husky growl.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Nathan's breath hitched again, and Ethan could see the struggle in his eyes. He was fighting it, fighting the desire that was written all over his body. Ethan smirked, enjoying the chase. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Nathan's, tasting the salt of his skin. "It's okay, Nathan," he murmured. "I won't tell anyone. It can be our little secret."
He felt Nathan's resistance crumble, his body relaxing into Ethan's touch. Ethan took that as his cue, his hand sliding down to cup Nathan's ass, squeezing the firm flesh.
He could feel the heat radiating from Nathan's body, could see the way his breath hitched as Ethan's fingers dug into his skin. He pushed his hipsaway, trying to stop the grinding against Ethan's cock, which was now rock hard and straining against his jeans.
"Fuck, Ethan," Nathan groaned, his voice a low, desperate sound. "stop."
Ethan smirked, his fingers tracing the line of Nathan's spine. "You need me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You need me to bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight."
Nathan's breath hitched again, and Ethan could see the way his eyes darkened .
He knew he had him now, knew that Nathan was his for the taking. He leaned in, his lips capturing Nathan's in a fierce, demanding kiss. Nathan's lips were soft and resisting, his tongue tangling with Ethan's as he explored his mouth. Ethan could taste the faint hint of coffee on Nathan's tongue, could feel the way his body was pressed against him, fear of what was going to happen.
Ethan's hands roamed over Nathan's body, squeezing and caressing, exploring every inch of him. He could feel the way Nathan's muscles tensed under his touch, could hear the way his breath hitched in his throat. He loved the way Nathan responded to him, loved the way he could make him feel.
He wanted more, wanted to hear him beg, wanted to see him come undone. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locked onto Nathan's. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Nathan hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching Ethan's. Then, slowly, he turned around, his back pressed against the rough brick wall. Ethan could see the way his hands were trembling as he braced himself against the wall, could see the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ethan stepped closer, his body pressing against Nathan's. He could feel the heat radiating from him, could feel the way his body was tense and ready.
Ethan's hands roamed over Nathan's body, his fingers tracing the line of his spine, the curve of his hips. He could feel the way Nathan's body responded to his touch, could see the way his breath hitched in his throat. "Stop please."
Ethan smirked, his fingers tracing the line of Nathan's waistband. "You want me to stop?"
Nathan's breath hitched again, and Ethan could see the way his eyes darkened. "I am not gay," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan chuckled, his fingers dipping below Nathan's waistband, tracing the line of his ass. "It's okay, Nathan. I won't tell anyone. smirked, his fingers dipping lower, brushing against Nathan's hole. ethan then ripped his underware off, ripping his pants at the same time. Nathan gasped, his body tensing. "Fuck, Ethan, what are you doing?" Ethan leaned in, his lips brushing against Nathan's ear. "I'm going to fuck you, Nathan.
I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight," Ethan growled, his fingers pressing against Nathan's hole, feeling the tight, puckered flesh. Nathan's breath hitched, and Ethan could see the way his hands were gripping the wall, his knuckles white with tension.
"Ethan, please," Nathan groaned, his voice a desperate plea. Ethan smirked, his fingers pressing harder, feeling the way Nathan's body was tensing, trying to resist.
"Please what, Nathan?" Ethan asked, his voice a low, taunting growl. "Please stop? Or please fuck me?"
Nathan's breath hitched again, and Ethan could see the way his body was trembling.
he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. "Or do you want me to fuck you, Nathan? Do you want me to make you feel good?"
Nathan's breath caught in his throat, and Ethan could see the way his eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing into Ethan's touch. "please stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please."
Ethan smirked, his fingers still pressed against Nathan's hole.
"You know what I want, Nathan," he said, his voice a low, husky growl. "I want you to beg me to fuck you. I want you to tell me how much you want it." "Say it, Nathan," he murmured. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."
Nathan's breath hitched again, and Ethan could see the way his eyes were closed, his body tense and ready. "no Ethan I am straight," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Ethan chuckled, his fingers still pressed against Nathan's hole, feeling the tight, puckered flesh. "You're straight, huh?
Nathan's breath hitched, and Ethan could see the way his body was trembling. I just want to make you feel good. I want to make you come so hard you see fucking stars."
Ethan's fingers began to move, rubbing against Nathan's hole, feeling the way his body was tensing .
He could feel the way Nathan's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, could see the way his body was trembling. "You're so fucking tight, Nathan," he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock."
Nathan's breath hitched, and Ethan could see the way his eyes were closed, his body tense and ready. "Ethan, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please stop." Nathan's voice was barely a whisper, but Ethan could hear the desperation in it. He could feel the way Nathan's body was trembling, could see the way his hands were gripping the wall, his knuckles white with tension. Ethan knew he should stop, knew he should listen to Nathan's pleas, but he couldn't. He was too far gone, too consumed by the desire coursing through his veins.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Nathan's ear. "I can't stop, Nathan," he murmured. "I need this. I need you." He could feel the way Nathan's body was tensing, could hear the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps.
Ethan's fingers moved faster, rubbing against Nathan's hole, feeling the way his body was trembling. He could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the way his muscles were tensing, trying to resist. But Ethan knew he was close, could feel the way his body was stlll tensing, the way his breath was coming in longer, deeper gasps.
But Ethan was relentless, his fingers moving faster, pressing harder, feeling the way Nathan's body was responding to his touch. "Fuck, I can't... I can't..." His words trailed off into a growl as Ethan's fingers slipped inside him, feeling the tight, hot flesh clench around him.
Ethan smirked, his fingers moving in and out of Nathan, feeling the way his body was tensing, trying to resist.
"You can't what, Nathan?" he taunted, his voice a low, husky growl. "You can't come for me? You can't let me make you feel good?"
Nathan's breath hitched, and Ethan could see the way his eyes were closed, his body trembling. "I... I can't... I'm not... gay," he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Ethan chuckled, his fingers still moving, feeling the way Nathan's body was responding to his touch. This can be our little secret." Ethan's voice was a low, seductive growl, his fingers still buried deep inside Nathan. Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's fingers moved in and out of him, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. "You're going to kill me."
Ethan smirked, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling Nathan's sensitive spot. "Not yet," he murmured. "I want you to come first."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body tensing as Ethan's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against his prostate.
"Fuck, Ethan," he groaned, his voice a low, desperate sound. "You're going to make me come."
Ethan smirked, his fingers still buried deep inside Nathan, his thumb still pressing against his prostate. "I want to see it, Nathan," he murmured. "I want to see you come undone for me."
Nathan's breath hitched again, his body trembling as Ethan's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against his prostate. "Ethan, please," he begged, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't... I can't..."
Ethan leaned in, his lips brushing against Nathan's ear. "Come for me, Nathan," he whispered. "No nathan said please dont". Ethan stopped truned him around, before Nathan could think he felt ethans hard cock pressing up aginst his hole.
Nathan gasped, his body tensing as Ethan's cock rubbed against him, the tip of it pushing against his tight hole. "You're too big."
Ethan smirked, his hands gripping Nathan's hips, his cock still pressing against him. "You can take it, Nathan," he growled. "You can take every inch of me."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's cock pushed against him, the tip of it slipping inside him. He could feel the way his body was stretching, could feel the way his muscles were tensing, trying to resist. Nathan thought of all the times he bullied Ethan, and now Ethan was going to take his manhood. panic set in, and he wished he never did the things to Ethan at work. he could still see the look of embarassment when he threw that water at him for a joke. just to get everyone to laugh. Now he is paying the price.
Nathan's eyes widened in panic as Ethan's cock pushed deeper into him, stretching him, filling him. He could feel the way his body was resisting, could feel the way his muscles were tensing, trying to push Ethan out. But Ethan was relentless, his hands gripping Nathan's hips, his cock pushing deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, Nathan," Ethan growled, his voice a low, desperate sound. "You're so tight. You feel so good."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's cock pushed deeper, filling him completely. But Ethan was too strong, too determined.
He pushed Nathan's hands away, pinning them above his head, his cock still buried deep inside him. "You're mine now, Nathan," he growled, his voice a low, possessive sound. "You're going to take every inch of me, every fucking thrust, until I'm done with you."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's cock throbbed inside him, filling him completely. He could feel the way his body was stretched, the way his muscles were tensing, trying to adjust to Ethan's size. It hurt, but there was something else too, something he didn't want to admit.
Nathan's breath hitched as Ethan began to move, his hips pulling back before slamming forward, burying his cock deep inside Nathan. He could feel every inch of Ethan, every ridge and vein, as he slid in and out of him. His body was stretched, filled, and he couldn't deny the spark of pleasure that ignited in his core. "You're tearing me apart."
Ethan chuckled, his hands gripping Nathan's hips, his cock slamming into him again and again. "You love it, Nathan," he growled.
"You love the way I fuck you, don't you? You love the way I stretch you open, fill you up."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's cock slid in and out of him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through his veins. He couldn't deny it, couldn't deny the way his body was responding to Ethan's touch. He was so full, so stretched,
" ohFuck , Ethan," he groaned, his voice a low, desperate sound.
"You're too big. You're going to tear me apart."
Ethan smirked, his hands gripping Nathan's hips, his cock still buried deep inside him.
"You're taking it like a champ, Nathan," he taunted, his voice a low, husky growl. "You're taking every inch of me like a fucking pro." Ethan's voice was a low, possessive growl as he pounded into Nathan, his hips slamming against his ass with a force that made Nathan's teeth clench. The alley was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the wet smack of skin on skin, and the low groans that escaped Nathan's lips.
Nathan's hands were still pinned above his head, his body pressed against the cold brick wall. He could feel the rough texture scraping against his skin, but all he could focus on was the sensation of Ethan's cock filling him, stretching him.
His body was on fire . He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, the heat radiating from his body.
Ethan's hands were like iron bands around his hips, holding him in place as he pounded into him. Nathan could feel every inch of Ethan, the way his cock was throbbing inside him, the way his balls were slapping against his ass with each thrust. He could feel the friction, the burn, and it was driving him wild.
Ethan smirked, his hands tightening on Nathan's hips.
"You like that, don't you, Nathan? You like the way I fucking own you right now." He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, making Nathan gasp. "You like being my little fuck toy, don't you?"
Nathan's breath hitched. There was something about being at Ethan's mercy, about being filled and used, like a cheap whore. it was then that Ethan started to pound harder, and he knew he was about to be filled with a mans cum for the first time. He could feel the heat building in his core, . "Fuck, Ethan said," he groaned, his voice ragged. "I'm going to come."
Ethan smirked, his hands gripping Nathan's hips, his cock slamming into him again and again.
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's cock slid in and out of him, each thrust sendinghumiliation and pain coursing through his veins. He was so full, so stretched, and the sensation was overwhelming.
"Oh fuck, Ethan," he groaned, his voice a low, desperate sound.
Ethan chuckled, his voice a low, husky growl.
Nathan's breath hitched, his body tensing as Ethan's cock slid out of him, leaving him feeling empty and desperate.
Ethan smirked, his hands gripping Nathan's hips, his cock still hard and ready. "You want more, don't you, Nathan?" "You want me to fill you up again."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's cock pressed against his hole, the tip of it pushing inside him.
"You're so fucking tight, Nathan," Ethan growled, his voice a low, desperate sound.
"I can't hold back much longer." "I'm going to fill you up, Nathan. I'm going to come so hard inside you, you'll be feeling me for days."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's cock throbbed inside him. He could feel the way Ethan's body was tensing, could feel the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew Ethan was close, knew that he was going to come soon. He could feel the way Ethan's cock was throbbing inside him, the way it was swelling, ready to explode. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fill you up." Ethan's voice was a low, desperate growl as he thrust into Nathan, his cock sliding in and out of him with a wet, slapping sound. Nathan could feel the way Ethan's body was tensing, could feel the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew Ethan was close, knew that he was going to come soon. He could feel the way Ethan's cock was throbbing inside him, the way it was swelling, ready to explode. "I can feel you. You're so close."
Ethan smirked, his hands gripping Nathan's hips, his cock slamming into him again and again.
"You're so fucking tight, Nathan," he growled, his voice a low, desperate sound. His fingers dug into Nathan's flesh, leaving red marks as he pulled him back, slamming his cock into him with a force that made Nathan's teeth clench. "You're going to take every fucking inch of me, aren't you, Nathan? You're going to take my cum like a good little slut." His body was on fire, his muscles tense and ready to explode.
He could feel the way Ethan's cock was throbbing inside him, the way it was swelling, ready to fill him up. He could feel the way Ethan's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, the way his fingers were digging into his hips, holding him in place. He was completely at Ethan's mercy, completely owned by him. "You feel so fucking good. I can't hold back much longer." His hips moved faster, his cock slamming into Nathan with a force that made him gasp. "I'm going to come, Nathan.
I'm going to fill you up," Ethan growled, his voice ragged with desire. "Fuck, Ethan, please," Nathan begged, his voice a desperate plea. Ethan taunted, his voice a low, husky growl. "I am coming?" Nathan's breath hitched, his body tensing at Ethan's filthy words. Then he felt his ass being filled for the first time with man juice. Ethan slammed into him for the last time, then pulled out, leaving Nathans hole leaking with the massive cum from Ethan . Nathan was left there, pants down, shirt off, and his ass dripping with cum. Ethan smirked, his eyes locked onto Nathan's. "You're a fucking mess, Nathan," he said, his voice a low, taunting growl. "You're covered in my cum, and you fucking loved it." Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as he looked down at himself, seeing the evidence of what had just happened. He could feel the way his body was still tingling, the way his muscles were still tense and ready. He was disgusted, angry, Ethan took his cock and rubbed it on Nathans face. Then told him to get up and get dressed. Once Nathan had his clothes on, Ethan told him to walk home. Nthan dressed quickly, walked ran to get get away finally free. Ethan laughed watching him go. He could see his cum seeping through Nathans pants. He called after him. See you at work tomorrow.
Nathan, you're my little secret now." Ethan's voice was a low, smug growl, sending a shiver of humiliation and anger down Nathan's spine. He didn't respond, just walked away as fast as he could, feeling Ethan's cum leaking out of him with every step. He could feel it, warm and sticky, soaking through his pants, a constant reminder of what had just happened.
As Nathan walked home, his mind raced. He couldn't believe what had happened. He had never been with a man before, never even considered it. And now, here he was, Ethan's cum dripping out of him, his body still tingling from the force of Ethan's thrusts.
He could feel the sticky liquid seeping through his pants, a constant reminder of the humiliation he had just endured. He walked faster, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He couldn't wait to get home, to wash off the evidence of what had just happened.
As he turned the corner onto his street, he saw his neighbor, Mrs. Thompson, walking her dog. She looked up as he approached, her eyes widening in surprise. "Nathan, what happened to you?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
He looked down at himself, realizing that his shirt was still unbuttoned, his pants still unzipped.
He quickly buttoned his shirt and zipped up his pants, trying to hide the evidence of what had just happened. "I'm fine, Mrs. Thompson," he said, his voice tight. "Just had a... a little accident." She looked at him, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure you're okay, Nathan? You look pale." He forced a smile, trying to hide the humiliation he was feeling. "I'm fine, really. I just need to get home and clean up." She nodded, her eyes still filled with concern. "Alright, dear.
I'll see you later then." Mrs. Thompson waved as she continued her walk, leaving Nathan to hurry home. He could feel the sticky liquid still seeping through his pants, the constant reminder of his humiliation. He quickly unlocked his front door and rushed inside, slamming it shut behind him. He leaned against the door, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried to process what had just happened.
He stripped off his clothes, tossing them onto the floor in a haphazard pile. He could still feel the heat of Ethan's body, the way his hands had gripped his hips, the way his cock had filled him.
He stumbled to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. He turned on the shower, stepping under the scalding hot water, trying to wash away the evidence of what had happened.
But it was no use. He could still feel Ethan's cum inside him, still feel the way his body had stretched to accommodate Ethan's size. He leaned against the wall, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath.
He knew he had a very important meeting tomorrow at work. There is no way he could call in sick.
Not after what Ethan had done to him. Not after what he had let Ethan do to him. He could still feel the soreness between his legs, the reminder of Ethan's brutal fucking. He knew he had to face Ethan again, had to look him in the eye and pretend like nothing had happened. But how could he? How could he act normal after what they had done?
Nathan woke up early, his body aching and sore. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the red marks on his hips where Ethan's fingers had dug into his flesh. He touched them gently, wincing at the tenderness. He knew he had to cover them up, had to hide the evidence of what had happened.
He quickly got dressed, pulling on a pair of black slacks and a crisp white shirt, buttoning it up to his neck. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing the way his hair was still damp from the shower, the way his eyes were still haunted by the memory of what had happened.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He knew he had to face Ethan, had to look him in the eye and act like nothing had happened. He knew it was going to be difficult, knew that every time he looked at Ethan, he was going to be reminded of the way his body had been used, the way he had been filled and owned.
But he had to do it. He had to go to work and face Ethan, face the consequences of his actions.
Nathan took a deep breath and walked out of his house, his keys clutched tightly in his hand. He could feel the soreness between his legs with every step, a constant reminder of what had happened the night before. He got into his car, starting the engine and pulling out of his driveway. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was nervous, anxious about facing Ethan again.
As he pulled into the parking lot of his office building, he saw Ethan's car already parked in its usual spot.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He got out of his car, his body still aching from the night before, and walked towards the entrance.
As he stepped into the elevator, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around and saw Ethan standing there, a smug smile on his face. "Morning, Nathan," he said, his voice a low, taunting growl.
Nathan's breath hitched, his body tensing at the sound of Ethan's voice. "Morning," he replied, his voice tight. He could feel the heat radiating from Ethan, could smell the faint scent of his cologne.
He tried to ignore it, tried to focus on anything but the way Ethan's eyes were locked onto his, the way his smirk was making his stomach churn. The elevator doors opened, and they stepped out into the bustling office, the noise and chatter of their coworkers filling the air. Nathan could feel Ethan's hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards his desk. He tried to shrug it off, but Ethan's grip was firm, his fingers digging into his flesh.
"Let go of me, Ethan," Nathan hissed, his voice low and urgent. He didn't want anyone to notice, didn't want anyone to know what had happened between them.
But Ethan seemed to relish in the fact that he was causing Nathan discomfort, his hand lingering on his back as they walked through the office.
"Morning, Ethan," their coworker, Sarah, chirped as they passed her desk. "Morning, Nathan."
Nathan forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil he was feeling. "Morning, Sarah."
Ethan's hand finally left his back, but not before giving it a quick, possessive squeeze. Nathan felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of anger and humiliation coursing through his veins.
He sat down at his desk, trying to focus on the stack of papers in front of him.
But all he could think about was Ethan, about the way his body had felt pressed against his, about the way his cock had filled him. He could still feel the soreness between his legs, the reminder of what had happened the night before.
He tried to push it out of his mind, tried to focus on his work. Every time he heard Ethan's voice, every time he saw him walking by, he was reminded of the way he had been used, the way he had been owned.
He knew he had to get through the day, had to make it to the end without breaking down.
He had to keep it together, had to act like nothing had happened. But as the day wore on, he found it harder and harder to do.
Every time he saw Ethan, he felt a surge of anger and humiliation. He wanted to scream, to shout at Ethan for what he had done. But he couldn't. He had to keep it together, had to act like nothing had happened.
As the day came to a close, Nathan found himself alone in the office, the last one to leave. He was packing up his things, trying to hurry and get out of there, when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
He turned around and saw Ethan standing there, a smirk on his face.
"You're still here, Nathan?" Ethan asked, his voice low and taunting. Nathan's heart pounded in his chest as he looked at Ethan, seeing the way his eyes were locked onto his, the way his smirk was making his stomach churn. "I was just finishing up," Nathan replied, his voice tight. He tried to keep his composure, tried to act like nothing was wrong. But he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, could feel the way his body was responding to Ethan's presence. Ethan walked closer, his eyes never leaving Nathan's. "You look flushed, Nathan," he said, his voice a low, husky growl.
"You're still thinking about last night, aren't you?" Nathan's breath hitched, his body tensing at Ethan's words. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Nathan?" Ethan taunted, his voice a low, possessive growl. "You loved the way I fucked you, didn't you? You loved the way I filled you up." Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling at Ethan's filthy words. He was disgusted by what had happened.
Disgusted by the way he had let Ethan use him, the way he had let him take control.
"Fuck you, Ethan," Nathan spat, his voice shaking with anger . "I don't want you. I don't want anything to do with you."
Ethan chuckled, a low, smug sound that made Nathan's blood boil. "You're a terrible liar, Nathan," he said, his voice a low growl. Ethan moved so quickly, the next thing Nathan knew he was being dragged into the bathroom, Ethan already had his hands down his pant grabbing his ass. He gasped in shock , it was happening again.
Ethan had him pinned against the cold, hard sink, his hands gripping Nathan's ass, pulling him closer. Nathan could feel Ethan's hard cock pressing against him, could feel the heat radiating from his body. He tried to push Ethan away, but it was no use. Ethan was too strong, too determined.
"Get off me, Ethan," Nathan growled, his voice low and angry. But Ethan just smirked, his hands squeezing Nathan's ass, his fingers digging into his flesh.
"You don't really want that, do you, Nathan?" "You liked it last night.
You loved the way I fucked you, didn't you?" Ethan growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. His hands roamed over Nathan's body, squeezing and pinching, leaving red marks on his pale skin. Nathan struggled, trying to break free, but Ethan was like a vice, his grip unyielding. "You're mine now, Nathan. You belong to me." Ethan's voice was a low, menacing growl as he pushed Nathan's pants down, exposing his ass. Nathan's breath hitched as he felt Ethan's fingers trace the red marks, his touch sending shivers down his spine.
He tried to squirm away, but Ethan's grip was like iron, holding him in place. "Please, Ethan," Nathan begged, his voice barely a whisper. "Don't do this."
Ethan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver of fear down Nathan's spine. "Don't do this? You loved it last night, didn't you? You loved the way I fucked you, the way I filled you up." His fingers slipped between Nathan's cheeks, rubbing against his tight hole. Nathan gasped, his body tensing at the intrusion.
"Please, Ethan," Nathan begged again, his voice shaking.
Ethan's fingers continued to tease Nathan's hole, rubbing and prodding, making him squirm and gasp. "You're so tight, Nathan," Ethan murmured, his voice low and hungry. "I can't wait to feel you again."
Nathan's breath hitched as Ethan's fingers finally pushed inside him, stretching him, filling him. He could feel the burn, the stretch, and it was almost too much to bear. He tried to push back against Ethan's fingers, but Ethan's grip was too strong, holding him in place. "Fuck, Ethan, please," Nathan groaned, his voice ragged with humiliation. Ethan taunted, his voice a low, smug growl. Or please don't stop?" Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as Ethan's fingers slid in and out of him, stretching him, preparing him. "Please stop," Nathan whispered, his voice barely audible. Ethan smirked, his fingers moving faster, harder. "That's a good little slut," he said, his voice a low, possessive rumble.
"You're going to take my cock like a good little slut, aren't you?"
Ethan chuckled, his fingers slipping out of Nathan's ass, leaving him feeling emptyand desperate. "You want my cock, don't you, Nathan?" he taunted, his voice a low, smug growl.
Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt Ethan's cock pressing against his hole, the tip of it pushing inside him.
His fingers gripped Nathan's hips, pulling him back, slamming his cock into him with a force that made Nathan's teeth clench.
His fingers dug into Nathan's flesh, leaving red marks as he pulled him back, slamming his cock into him again and again. He could feel the way Nathan's body was tensing, could feel the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. he fucked Nathan hader, pulling all the way out, then slammed back in, faster an faster. Nathan saw his face in the mirror. He could not believe this was happening, all because he bulllied Ethan.
Ethan was fucking him hard, his cock slamming into him with a force that made Nathan's eyes water. He could feel every inch of Ethan's cock, could feel the way it was stretching him, filling him completely. He could feel the way Ethan's hips were slapping against his ass, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the bathroom.
"Fuck, Ethan, you're so big," Nathan groaned, his voice ragged with pain. Ethan chuckled, his fingers digging into Nathan's hips, pulling him back harder. "You love it, you little slut," he growled, his voice low and dirty. Then they heard someone opening the bathroom door. Ethan grabbed Nathan and shoved him into the cubicle , he told Ethan if he made any noise they would see him with a big 10 inch cock in his ass.
Nathan was shaking with fear and humiliation. Ethan unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive cock. He pushed Nathan down to his knees and forced his cock into Nathan's mouth. Nathan gagged as Ethan's cock hit the back of his throat. Ethan grabbed Nathan's hair and forced his head up and down, fucking his mouth with his cock. Nathan could feel Ethan's cock hitting the back of his throat, could taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip. He tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was too strong, holding his head in place as he used his mouth like a fucktoy.
"You're going to take every inch of me, aren't you, Nathan?" "You're going to swallow my cum like a good little slut." Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt Ethan's cock hitting the back of his throat, the tip of it pushing past his gag reflex. He could feel the way Ethan's cock was throbbing in his mouth, could taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip. He tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was like iron, holding his head in place as he forced his cock deeper into Nathan's mouth. they heard the other person leave the bathroom. Ethan pulled his cock out of nathans mouth turned his around and rammed his cock ito Nathan again. This time he slammed him in and out for what seemed like hours, untill he could fell himself gettring ready to cum . He pulled out and told Nathan to turn around and bend over the sink. Nathan did as he was told, his body shaking with fear and humiliation. He could feel Ethan's cock pressing against his ass, the tip of it pushing inside him. He braced himself, expecting the pain, He could feel Ethan's cock sliding in and out of him , the friction making him gasp. He could feel the way Ethan's fingers were digging into his hips, pulling him back, slamming his cock into him with a force that made his eyes water.
"Fuck, Ethan, you're so big," Nathan groaned, his voice ragged with pain.
He wanted to make him come undone, wanted to hear him scream.
He wanted to see the way Nathan's body would shake, the way his muscles would tense and release as he came undone. He wanted to feel the way Nathan's body would clench around his cock, the way his ass would grip him like a vice as he came.
Ethan's fingers found Nathan's prostate, rubbing and prodding, making him gasp and moan. He could feel the way Nathan's body was tensing, the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew he was close, knew that he was just a few more thrusts away from coming undone.
He slammed into him harder, faster, The Ethan came in Nathans ass.
He pulled out and turned Nathan around and forced his mouth onto his cock. He forced Nathan to suck his cum out of his cock. Nathan gagged as Ethan's cum hit the back of his throat. Ethan grabbed Nathan's hair and forced his head up and down, fucking his mouth with his cum. Nathan could taste the salty, bitter taste of Ethan's cum, could feel it coating his tongue, his throat. He gagged, trying to pull away, but Ethan's grip was too strong, holding his head in place as he forced him to swallow every last drop. "Swallow it all, you little slut," Ethan growled, his voice low and dirty.
He held Nathan's head in place, his fingers tangled in his hair, forcing him to take every last drop of his cum. Nathan gagged, his throat burning as Ethan's cum slid down his throat. He could feel the way his body was shaking, the way his knees were weak from the force of Ethan's thrusts. He could feel the way his ass was still stretched, still filled with Ethan's cock, even though he had pulled out. He could still feel the way Ethan's cum was leaking out of him, dripping down his thighs. He tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was like iron, holding him in place as he forced him to swallow every last drop.
Finally, Ethan released him, his cock slipping out of Nathan's mouth with a wet, sucking sound. Nathan fell back, his body shaking as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel the way his mouth was coated in Ethan's cum, the way his throat was burning from the force of it. He could taste it, salty and bitter, lingering on his tongue.
Ethan zipped up his pants, a smug smile on his face as he looked down at Nathan. "You're a good little slut, aren't you, Nathan?" he taunted, his voice low and dirty. "You love taking my cock, don't you?"
Nathan glared up at him, his eyes filled with hatred and humiliation.
"Fuck you, Ethan," he spat, his voice shaking with anger. "I hate you." "You can't hate me, Nathan. You know you love it. You love the way I fuck you, the way I make you feel." He reached down and grabbed Nathan's chin, forcing him to look up at him. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Nathan? You love being my little fucktoy."
Nathan tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was like iron, holding him in place.
He could feel the way Ethan's cock was still hard, still throbbing with need. He knew Ethan wasn't done with him yet. But Ethan just smirked, his hands roaming over Nathan's body, squeezing and pinching. he taunted, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "You loved the way I fucked you last night, didn't you? Ethan's fingers found Nathan's nipples, pinching and twisting them, making him gasp. "Please, Ethan," Nathan begged, his voice shaking.
"I can't take anymore." "You can take it, Nathan. You can take everything I give you." He pushed Nathan down onto the cold, hard tile floor of the bathroom, his body landing with a thud. Nathan winced, his body aching from the impact. Ethan stood over him, looking down at him with a smug smile. "You look so pathetic down there, Nathan," he taunted, his voice low and cruel. "On your hands and knees, begging for more." Nathan glared up at him, his eyes filled with hatred.
"Fuck you, Ethan," he spat. "I won't beg you for anything." "You will, Nathan. You will beg me for everything." He grabbed Nathan's arm and pulled him up, pushing him face-first against the wall. Nathan could feel the cold, hard brick pressing into his skin, could feel the way Ethan's body was pressed against his, his cock hard and throbbing against his ass. Ethan's hands roamed over Nathan's body, squeezing and pinching, making him gasp. "You're mine now, Nathan," Ethan growled, his voice low and possessive.
"You belong to me. You're my little fuck toy." Nathan struggled against Ethan's grip, trying to break free, but it was no use. He could feel Ethan's cock pressing against his ass, hard and throbbing with need. He knew what was coming, knew that Ethan was going to take him again, use him again. And despite the humiliation, the anger, he could feel the way his body was responding, the way his cock was hardening at the thought of it.
He tried to push it away, tried to focus on anything but the way Ethan's body was pressing against his, the way his cock was throbbing against his ass. He could feel the way his body was betraying him, the way his cock was aching for release. He could feel the way Ethan's fingers were tracing the red marks he had left on his skin, could feel the way his body was trembling at the touch. He tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was like iron, holding him in place.
He could feel the way Ethan's cock was pressing against his ass, the tip of it pushing against his tight hole. He could feel the way his body was trembling, the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. .
"I don't want this, Ethan," he whimpered, his voice barely audible. But Ethan just chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver of fear down Nathan's spine. "You're such a liar, Nathan," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. "You love it. You love the way I use you, the way I make you feel like my little slut."
Ethan's voice was a low, menacing growl as he pushed his cock against Nathan's ass, the tip of it pressing against his tight hole. Nathan could feel the way his body was trembling, the way his breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. He tried to push back, tried to get away, but Ethan's grip was like iron, holding him in place.
"Please, Ethan," Nathan begged, his voice shaking with fear and humiliation. "Don't do this. I can't take anymore." Nathan's voice was barely a whisper, his body shaking with exhaustion and humiliation. But Ethan just smirked, his fingers digging into Nathan's hips, pulling him back onto his cock. "You can take it, Nathan," he growled, his voice low and dirty. "You're my little slut, aren't you? Nathan's breath hitched as Ethan's cock slid in and out of him, the friction making him gasp. He could feel the way Ethan's fingers were digging into his hips, the way his cock was stretching him, filling him completely.
He could feel the way his own cock was aching, throbbing with need, despite the humiliation and anger he was feeling.
"Fuck, Ethan, you're so big," Nathan groaned, his voice ragged with pain and pleasure. Ethan chuckled, his fingers digging into Nathan's flesh, pulling him back harder.
"You love it, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice low and possessive. "You love the way I fuck you, the way I make you feel like my little fucktoy."
Nathan's breath hitched as Ethan's cock slid deeper into him, stretching him, filling him completely. He could feel the way Ethan's body was pressed against his, the way his cock was hitting that spot deep inside him that made his toes curl. He tried to push back, to meet Ethan's thrusts, but Ethan's grip was too strong, holding him in place as he used his body for his own pleasure.
Nathan could feel the way Ethan's cock was sliding in and out of him, the friction making him gasp and moan.
He could feel the way Ethan's fingers were digging into his hips, pulling him back onto his cock, slamming into him with a force that made his teeth rattle. He could feel the way his own cock was aching, throbbing with need, leaking pre-cum onto the cold tile floor beneath him.
"Fuck, Ethan, you are so big i am being split apart," Nathan groaned, his voice ragged withhumiliation. Ethan chuckled, his voice a low, dirty growl. "Not yet, you little slut," he said, his fingers finding Nathan's prostate, rubbing and prodding, making him gasp and squirm. Then ethan came in him again. he pulled out, wiped his cock on nathans face. told him to dress . and get out of the bathroom. Nathan stumbled out of the bathroom, his body aching and sore. He could still feel the way Ethan's cock had been inside him, the way his body had been used for his pleasure. He could still taste the bitter, salty taste of Ethan's cum in his mouth, could still feel the way his body had betrayed him, aching for more. He felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he pulled up his pants, zipping them up and buttoning them. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes meeting his own reflection. He looked like a mess, his face flushed, his hair disheveled, his lips swollen from Ethan's kisses.
He saw the red marks on his skin, the bite marks on his neck, the way his eyes were glassy and unfocused. He looked like a whore, like a slut. He looked like he had been fucked senseless.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to push away the humiliation and anger he was feeling.
He had to get out of there, had to get away from Ethan before he did something he would regret. He stumbled out of the bathroom, his body aching and sore, his mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened.
As he walked down the dimly lit alley behind the office building, he could still feel Ethan's hands on him, still feel the way his body had betrayed him, aching for more. He tried to push it away, tried to focus on anything but the way his cock was still hard, still throbbing with need. He could still taste the bitter, salty taste of Ethan's cum in his mouth, could still feel the way his body had been used for his pleasure.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to push away the humiliation and anger he was feeling.
He had to get home, had to get away from Ethan before he did something he would regret. He stumbled down the alley, his body aching and sore, his mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened.
But as he turned the corner, he saw Ethan leaning against the wall, a smug smile on his face. "Where do you think you're going, Nathan?" he asked, his voice low and taunting. Nathan stopped in his tracks, his heart sinking. "Home," he said, his voice barely a whisper. Ethan pushed off from the wall, taking a step towards Nathan. "You're not going anywhere, Nathan," he said, his voice a low, possessive growl.
"Not until I say you can." Nathan's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Ethan, his eyes filled with fear and anger. "What do you want from me, Ethan?" he spat, his voice shaking with emotion. Ethan smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "I want you, Nathan," he said, his voice low and dirty. "I want to fuck you again. I want to hear you scream my name as you come undone." Nathan's breath hitched as Ethan's words sent a shiver of desire down his spine. He tried to push it away, tried to focus on the anger and humiliation he was feeling, but it was no use.
His body was betraying him, aching for more.
Ethan's eyes gleamed with lust as he took a step closer to Nathan, his hands reaching out to grab him. "You can't run from this, Nathan," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You're mine now.
You belong to me," Ethan growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. Nathan tried to back away, but Ethan's grip on his arm was like iron, pulling him closer. "Let me go, Ethan," Nathan spat, his voice shaking with anger and fear. Ethan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Nathan's spine. "Not a chance, Nathan. You're my little slut, aren't you?
You love it when I fuck you, don't you?" Ethan's voice was a low, possessive growl as he pushed Nathan up against the cold brick wall of the alley. Nathan could feel the rough texture of the wall pressing into his back, could feel the way Ethan's body was pressing against his, his cock hard and throbbing against Nathan's stomach. He tried to push away, tried to break free from Ethan's grip, but it was no use. Ethan's hands were like iron, holding him in place as he ground his cock against Nathan's stomach, making him gasp.
"Please, Ethan," Nathan begged, his voice shaking with humiliation and fear.
But his body betrayed him, moaning despite his protests as Ethan's cock slid deeper into him, stretching him, filling him completely.
Ethan's hot breath was on his neck, his lips brushing against his ear as he whispered, "You're mine. You know it, and I know it." Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt Ethan's fingers find his prostate, rubbing and prodding, making him gasp and squirm. "No," he managed to whisper, but his voice was weak, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breaths and the wet, slapping sound of Ethan's cock sliding in and out of him. "You can't make me yours, Ethan. I won't let you." "You already are, Nathan. You're mine, and you know it." He thrust harder, faster, his cock slamming into Nathan with a force that made his eyes water.
Ethan's hand moved to Nathan's throat, his fingers wrapping around his neck, not enough to choke him, but enough to make him gasp and feel a rush of fear and excitement. "You're mine, Nathan," Ethan growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "You belong to me." Nathan's breath hitched, his body trembling as he felt Ethan's fingers tighten slightly, his cock still buried deep inside him. Ethan's hand was like iron, holding him in place as he used his body for his own pleasure. "Not here. Not like this." "You love it, don't you, you little slut?
Ethan's eyes gleamed with lust as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Nathan's ear. "You can take it, Nathan," he whispered, his voice a low, dirty growl. "You're my little slut, and you're going to take every inch of my cock." Nathan's breath hitched as Ethan's hands roamed over his body, squeezing and pinching his nipples through his shirt. He could feel the way his cock was hardening, despite the humiliation and fear he was feeling. Ethan's fingers found the button of Nathan's pants, unzipping them and pushing them down, along with his boxers.
Nathan was left standing in the alley, naked from the waist down. The cool night air nipped at his exposed skin, but he was so consumed by the heat of Ethan's body that he barely noticed. Ethan's hands cupped Nathan's ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. Nathan squirmed, trying to pull away, but Ethan's grip was like a vice.
"Stop struggling, Nathan," Ethan growled. "You know you want this."
Nathan's breath hitched, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, half-hard and leaking pre-cum.
"Fuck," he whispered, his voice pained and frustrated.
Ethan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver of lust down Nathan's spine. "You're not fooling anyone, Nathan," he said, his voice a low growl. "Your body knows what it wants."
Nathan's cheeks flushed with humiliation as Ethan's hands moved to his hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He tried to struggle, but Ethan's grip was too strong, holding him in place against the cold brick wall.
"Ethan, please," Nathan begged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, don't do this."
"Begging already, huh?" Ethan taunted, his voice a low, cruel growl. "You know you want it, Nathan. You've been craving my cock since last night."
Nathan's breath hitched as Ethan's words sent a shiver of shame down his spine. He knew it was true, despite his protestations. His body was aching for more, his cock hardening despite his humiliation.
"Look at you, Nathan," Ethan said, his voice a low, smug growl.
"You're already rock hard, aren't you? You can't deny it."
Nathan's face flushed with embarrassment, and he looked away, refusing to meet Ethan's gaze. "It doesn't mean I want it," he muttered.
Ethan chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that sent a shiver of anticipation down Nathan's spine. "Okay, Nathan," he said, his voice a low purr. "I'll give you what you want."
With that, Ethan spun Nathan around so that his back was pressed against the cold brick wall.
Nathan's breath hitched as he felt Ethan's large, calloused hands grab his hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He tried to struggle, but Ethan's grip was like iron. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
Nathan could feel Ethan's hot breath on his neck, his lips brushing against his ear as he spoke. He could smell the scent of him, a mix of cologne and sweat and desire that sent a shiver down his spine.
He felt the press of Ethan’s thick, hard cock against his ass, and a surge of heat flooded his body despite his protests.
Ethan’s hands moved from his hips to his chest, pushing him back against the wall, and Nathan found himself pinned there, helpless and exposed. His breath came in ragged pants, his heart pounding in his chest as Ethan’s hands roamed over his body, squeezing and teasing his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Please, Ethan,” Nathan begged, his voice barely a whisper.