Chapter 1: Introduction
Tyler stepped off the elevator frustrated, tonight was date night with Sara but she got called into work and called on him again, for the third time! They hadn’t had sex for almost a month now and is was feeling it, like he was horny 24/7 the last few weeks. The only thing that kept him sane at this point was the shared apartment with his best friend from childhood, Chris. They had split the rent for the modern, high-rise apartment building since college, both loving the sleek architecture and vast windows displaying an endless vista of metropolitan skyscrapers.
Tyler tossed his keys on the kitchen counter and made his way to Chris’ room, his best friend usually had a beer or two stashed in the fridge.
As he opened the door, he was met with an unexpected sight. Chris stood in front of the mirror, his dark brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail, and a blonde wig draped over his shoulder. In Chris' delicate body was a black, lace push-up bra, matching thong, black lace thigh highs and black heels. Tyler’s eyes widened as he registered the scene, his thoughts a jumbled mess. "You like...um...this?" he stammered, pointing vaguely at the lingerie. Chris spun around, her cheeks flushed, and a nervous smile playing on his lips.
"I-uh, I can explain."
Tyler held up his hands, still in shock. "No, no. You don't have to explain anything." He stumbled over his words, trying to make sense of what he had just walked in on.
Chris looked down at the lingerie, nervously tugging at the hem of the lace thong. "I know this is... this isn’t what it looks like"
Tyler looked at his best friend, seeing him in a completely new light. His ass looked amazing in that thong, his body was completely hairless and is dick was hard stretching the front of the thong
. Before he could process this thought, Chris continued.
"I went to a party a couple weeks back and drank a bit too much, and met someone who…" Chris trailed off, looking down at the floor. Tyler stood there in silence, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He didn’t want to interrupt, but the thought that something or someone had fueled this change was intriguing. “There was this guy just walking around in women’s underwear and it got me thinking and….” Chris turned to face Tyler with a hesitant expression, his eyes downcast. Tyler raised an eyebrow, feeling a rush of curiosity. “Go on,” he encouraged. Chris fidgeted with the lace on his bra, “Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I started experimenting on my own.”
Tyler couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he could see the honesty in Chris’ eyes. “How long has this been happening?” he asked.
Chris looked at the ground, “Since that party. Almost a month now.”
Tyler leaned against the doorway, taking in the sight of his best friend. The lingerie suited him, highlighting Chris’ slender frame and accentuating his curves. Tyler felt a sudden surge of lust. He couldn’t believe that the introverted, quiet Chris that he’d known since childhood could be hiding such a secret.
“I’ll get changed, let me put on some clothes and we can talk” Chris asked, breaking the silence.
“No, no, no” Tyler interrupted, not wanting the moment to end. His arousal was becoming more and more evident as he looked at his best friend. “Let me see you, spin for me” he commanded softly, his gaze transfixed on Chris. Chris hesitated for a moment, but the desire in Tyler’s eyes and the excitement he couldn't hide sparked a thrill in him, his insecurities fading away.
Chris slowly turned around, his hips swaying hypnotically as he did. The black lace bra pushed up his small perky breasts and the thong disappeared between his firm butt cheeks.
“Are you gay?” Tyler asked bluntly, staring at Chris’ hypnotic swivel.
Chris hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should admit the truth. “No, I just like how I feel in this” he finally answered.
“You know what, it doesn’t matter, get in your knees.” Tyler ’s authoritative tone made Chris’ pulse quicken, his uncertainty melting away and his desire flaring up. He was shocked, but somehow turned on.
“Tyler I’m not gay I told you” Chris said with a defensive tone.
“I told you it doesn’t matter, you want to dress up like a little faggot and taunt me with that ass and except me not to do anything about it? Not get on your knees you small dick bitch” Tyler ’s anger and arousal were evident in his voice and eyes.
Chris was shocked, Tyler had never talked to him like this before , but as the words sank in his cock grew harder and this thought was making him dripping wet. “You’re going to put my cock in your mouth and worship me” Tyler continued.
Chris hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering himself to his knees, the black lace thong stretching obscenely as he did. Tyler stepped closer, his erection evident through his pants. Chris looked up at him, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
Tyler reached down and pulled open the zipper of his pants, releasing his erection.
Chris' eyes widened as he gazed upon Tyler's 9-inch cock. It was much larger than he had ever seen and he felt a mix of fear and excitement. Tyler grabbed the back of Chris' head, pulling him towards his erection.
"Take it, Chris. Take it all. Been a long time since I've fucked a tight little hole." Tyler growled, pushing his cock against Chris' face. Chris hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could take all of Tyler's cock.
But before he could let his doubts take over, Tyler gripped his hair tightly and forced the tip of his cock into Chris' eager mouth. Chris sucked eagerly, trying to fit as much of Tyler's erection as possible into his mouth. Tyler groaned in pleasure as Chris sucked on him, his hips thrusting forward, pushing deeper into his best friend's willing mouth. Chris struggled to take everything in, gagging as Tyler pushed his cock further down his throat. Tyler gripped Chris' head tightly, guiding his movements as he face fucked him.
Chris' eyes watered as Tyler dominated his mouth, relentlessly thrusting his cock into him. He gripped Chris' hair tightly, moaning as he felt the ecstasy that he craved. He pushed deeper, causing Chris to gag and choke but not caring. This was what he wanted, to take control and degrade Chris for his own pleasure.
Chris was brought back to reality as a mix of Tyler's precum and saliva dripped down his chin.
He felt helpless and humiliated, his mind swimming with thoughts of things he had never even considered before. But the domination from Tyler was exactly what he needed; it was what he craved.
"Fuck, Chris. Suck that fucking cock, you little faggot" Tyler grunted, gripping Chris' head tighter as he pushed deeper and deeper down his throat. Chris gagged and choked, but he didn't stop.
Chris pulled away “Please Tyler stop” he managed to say between huffing breaths.
Tyler pulled out and slapped Chris' face with his cock, making him gasp in shock and pain.
Tyler grabbed Chris' head and pulled it back, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “What did I fuckin' tell you Chris?” Tyler sneered, gripping Chris' head tighter and causing him to whimper in pain.
"What did I fuckin' tell you Chris? You're nothing but a little faggot cunt who's gonna take every inch of my cock until you can't take it anymore." Chris' eyes were pleading, his body trembling with fear and anticipation. He knew that Tyler was dominant and hadn't always been gentle, but this was different. This was new. And he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as Tyler spoke.
Tyler pushed Chris down onto the floor, gripping him by the throat and pressing his erection against Chris' mouth.
"Open up," Tyler hissed. He pushed forward as Chris' lips parted, eagerly accepting Tyler's cock into his mouth. Tyler groaned as the warmth of Chris' mouth encircled him, his hips bucking forward instinctively. Chris wrapped his arms around Tyler's waist, pulling him deeper inside of him as he took as much of Tyler as he could handle.
Tyler gripped Chris' hair and gripped it tighter, controlling the movements of his mouth as he throatfucked him with ruthless abandon.
Chris' eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure built, his body writhing beneath Tyler. He had never felt so humiliated yet so alive at the same time.
Chris moaned and gasped as Tyler picked up the pace, pushing deeper and deeper down Chris' throat. Chris gagged and choked, tears streaming down his cheeks but it only seemed to spur Tyler on. He gripped Chris' hair even tighter, using it as leverage to impale him harder and deeper.
Spit and precum trickled down the corners of Chris' lips and dripped onto his chest as Tyler's relentless thrusts sent him into oblivion.
Chris felt a mixture of pleasure and pain that he had never experienced before. His mouth was stretched wide open around Tyler's girth; the sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming and he could feel his own arousal growing. The slick feeling of sweat on Tyler's thighs made him moan even louder.
The insatiable hunger that Tyler had been suppressing for weeks was bursting free. Chris's body arched up beneath him as Tyler thrust harder and faster, each stroke sinking deeper into Chris' mouth. Chris clawed at Tyler's back, his nails digging into Tyler's skin like sharp blades. Tyler couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as he watched Chris writhe beneath him, his mouth around Tyler's cock like a vice.
The sight of Chris' makeup-streaked face, eyes glazed over in a mixture of pleasure and pain, was arousing and humiliating at the same time. He gripped Chris's hair tighter and pushed deeper, sinking his cock into the depths of Chris's throat until only the tip of his erection remained visible and his balls rested against Chris's chin.
"You like that, don't you Chris?" Tyler sneered, thrusting his hips forward before pulling back again.
Spit dripped down Chris's chin and his mascara was a mess, tears streaming down his face as he laid weakly on the floor. "I asked you a question, Chris. Do you like that? Having my cock down your throat like a good little slut?"
Chris didn't respond with words, only a whimper forced from deep within his strained throat as he nodded.
"You're damn right you do," Tyler continued, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the tiny thong and ripping them down Chris' legs. "Because you're mine.
All mine," Tyler growled, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger. With one swift motion, he yanked Chris's legs apart and positioned himself between them. Chris's heart raced as Tyler ran his gaze up and down Chris's exposed body, taking in every inch of the feminine form that had been revealed to him.
"Please," Chris begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Tyler don’t do this."
But Tyler didn’t need any further encouragement.
He reached down, gripping Chris's legs and spreading them even wider, positioning himself at the entrance of his friend's tight ass. Chris whimpered, his eyes wide with terror, but Tyler was far beyond listening. He gripped Chris's hips and drove forward as one swift, powerful motion, burying his cock balls-deep in Chris's unwilling ass. Chris let out a loud cry of pain, his body bucking uncontrollably beneath Tyler's dominance. Tyler grinned, feeling a sudden surge of power coursing through him as he felt the tight walls of Chris's ass gripping his cock, as if trying to keep him from escaping.
Tyler was vaguely aware of the burning pain in his best friend’s body, but he was too lost in his own pleasure to stop.
"Yes, Chris. You feel so tight, so damn good," Tyler groaned, he began to thrust in and out of Chris's ass with slow, teasing movements. He savored the wet suction sounds that filled the air as he plunged deeper into Chris's body. Each time Chris's body spasmed and tightened around him as the invasion sent new shockwaves of pleasure through Tyler.
Chris's tears had turned into body-shaking sobs, his entire body trembling as Tyler ravaged him.
Caught up in his own need, Tyler only grew rougher and more demanding. "Take it, faggot!" he barked, his fingers digging into Chris's hips as he thrust deeper, his balls slapping against Chris' sweat-slicked flesh. Chris's screams of pain and ecstasy filled the room, mixing with Tyler's hacking, ragged breaths.
The sound of Tyler's hips slamming into Chris's ass echoed through the apartment. Tyler couldn't believe the feeling of power and dominance, the way Chris's body bucked and shook beneath him. With each thrust, Tyler felt himself sinking deeper into the depths of depravity and Chris's pain. He could tell that Chris was beyond resisting, his whimpers and cries just fueling Tyler's need to possess, impale and degrade him even further.
Chris's eyes were squeezed shut and he could feel more tears rolling down his cheeks as Tyler's thrusts became harder, faster, brutal.
Gritting his teeth, Tyler drove into Chris's tight ass with renewed urgency, enjoying every second of dominating him. The wet sound of their bodies colliding, the smell of sweat, the feeling of power and triumph - everything felt more intense than ever before. Chris's body tightened around Tyler's cock as if it was choking it, sending wave after wave of pleasure through him.
He gripped Chris's hips harder, thrusting deeper with every stroke. Tyler relished the pain in Chris's screams and moans, the way he was begging for Tyler to stop but unable to do so.
"Take it, you little faggot," Tyler sneered, slapping Chris's ass hard. "You like it, don't you? You like being my little bitch."
Chris couldn't even respond, he just lay there on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, accepting his best friend's cock in his ass.
Tyler didn't show pity or mercy, he just fucked Chris harder and harder, coming closer and closer to the edge.
Chris's body was trembling, he could feel each thrust, each stroke of Tyler's hard cock inside of him. He could hear his own cries and sobs mixed with Tyler's harsh, brutal breathing.
Tyler thrust one last time, deep into Chris's ass, and came with a primal roar, filling Chris with his hot, thick cum.
Chris's body tightened around Tyler, milking him of every drop as Tyler's legs gave out and he collapsed on top of his best friend, panting heavily.
They lay there for a moment, both exhausted and spent, until Tyler finally pulled himself off of Chris. Chris whimpered as Tyler withdrew, feeling empty and unfulfilled. “That was amazing," Tyler whispered, running his fingers through Chris's long blonde wig. Chris didn't respond, he just lay there silently, sullen and defeated.
Tyler smirked, feeling a surge of satisfaction at Chris's submissive state. He pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of Chris 's beaten and fucked body, capturing the mascara streaked face, the hickeys blooming on his neck and the red fingerprints on Chris's skin.
"Now, you are gonna be a good little bitch for me from now on or I’ll send these pictures to everyone you know." Tyler said as he stood up and zipped his pants, Chris trembled beneath him, feeling fear grip his heart tightly. He knew he couldn’t resist Tyler, not after that devastating blow to his masculinity and the blackmail material he now had.
“Looking at you is get me hard again, get you faggot mouth over here and start sucking my cock like a good little bitch you are” Tyler demanded, stepping closer to the broken and defeated Chris.
He knew he had no choice as he got on his knees and leaned forward, brushing his lips against the head of Tyler’s cock. Tyler groaned and gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place and guiding him down. Chris took Tyler’s cock into his mouth, his tongue tracing the veins and seamless head.
His friend had just raped him and now here he was being blackmail and coerced into sucking his dick. Chris would have never thought this could happen to him, but here he was. Sucking Tyler’s hard cock as the man stood above him, his gaze fixed in pure lust as he watched Chris at his disposal.
Every inch of Chris’s face and body ached, but that feeling didn’t stop Tyler from taking what he wanted. He face fucked Chris at full force, the man's erection hitting the back of Chris’s throat.
If Chris could talk, he would have begged Tyler to stop, but all he could manage were gurgles of discomfort. But it wasn't long before his body adjusted to the intrusion, and Chris found himself arching his back and thrusting his hips to meet each of Tyler's thrusts. Chris could only moan and whimper, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. Chris began moaning Tyler continued fucking his face.
“You know you love this! Look at your little dick, it’s leaking precum all over the floor” Tyler
sneered.
Chris could do nothing but gasp and groan as Tyler face-fucked him, his cock hitting the back of Chris’s throat over and over again. Tyler had complete control now, and Chris knew it. He couldn’t escape this situation even if he wanted to; he was trapped by his submissive desires.
Chris sucked and deepthroated Tyler while his friend pulled his hair, forcing him to take more of Tyler’s girth with every thrust.
“Play with you little dick as you suck me, you know you want to” Tyler taunted, watching his friend's cock twitch with longing.
Chris couldn’t deny his own desires. He reached down, wrapped his hand around his dick, and started to stroke it rhythmically, his moans echoing with Tyler’s as they both reached their climax.
As Chris's orgasm hit, he felt warm cum spurt from his cock and flood the floor below him, filling him with shame and pleasure all at once.
Tyler's grip on Chris's hair tightened as he came, and Chris could feel drops of warm cum landing on his face and neck.
Once they finished, Tyler pulled out of Chris's mouth, his large penis leaving a wet trail of saliva and cum behind. Chris looked up at his friend, his eyes filled with shame and humiliation, but there was also a spark of something else in there - desire, perhaps? Tyler looked down on him, a smug smile spreading across his face.
"Well, Chris, how was that?
Did you enjoy your first taste of being a dirty little cock whore for me?" Tyler's deviant grin spread across his face, his cock already rehardening.
Chris looked up at him, his eyes still filled with a mixture of fear, confusion and a strange, unsettling excitement. He swallowed hard, feeling the sticky strands of Tyler's cum at the corner of his mouth. "I didn't--"
"Don't bullshit me, Chris. I saw the way your little slut cock leaked precum all over the place, as you best off and came with my dick in your mouth. You enjoyed that, Chris. Don't deny it. You fucking loved every single goddamn second of having my cock down your throat and inside your ass."
Chris shook his head weakly, looking up at Tyler with wide, fearful eyes. "I-I didn't... I didn't love any of that" he stuttered. Tyler smirked at the obvious lie he saw written all over Chris's face.
"Sure, sure. You're a fucking liar, Chris" Tyler snarled, gripping Chris's chin roughly and cupping his face in his hands. "I saw that look in your eyes when you felt me deep inside your little ass. You loved it, don't deny it." Chris tried to back away, but Tyler held him firmly in place. "You've always wanted this, hasn't you? You've always wanted me to own you, to dominate you. Well, now's your chance.
He watched Chris's eyes flit over his muscled body, lingering on the hard pecs beneath his opened shirt, the well-defined abs that flexed with the slightest touch. Tyler knew he was attractive, but how long had Chris wanted him, want this. He let the thought linger in Chris's mind, allowing it to build with anticipation.
"Come here, baby." Chris hesitated, biting his lip as he looked at Tyler.
"I mean it.
Come here and strip for me, show me your body. If you want to keep playing these games, I need to know what I'm working with."
Chris hesitated a moment longer before ultimately stepping forward. Slowly, he reached up and pulled off the blonde wig, exposing his own short brown hair. Next went the bra, the satin slipping off as easily as Tyler knew it would. His eyes widened as his best friend's petite chest was revealed. Although Chris had always been slim, Tyler had never noticed his lack of curves before.
As Chris stood before him, completely naked, cover in sweat, spit and cum leaking from his ass and mouth, Tyler realized that his best friend, his confidant, the one person he had thought he knew so well was hiding something from him.
Something that went beyond wearing lingerie and high heels.
Something that went even beyond a secret desire to be dominated, taken and controlled by someone stronger than him.
Chris had been suppressing the fact that he not only enjoyed being degraded and used but also looked like the sexual dream of any man who was into androgynous, petite men.
Tyler walked forward and grab Chris hard small dick , looking him in the eyes. "How long have you wanted this? Wanted me?” Tyler murmured, tightening his grip on Chris's dick. Chris looked away, unable to meet Tyler's gaze. Tyler brought the tip of his tongue to Chris's ear, tracing circles around the sensitive cartilage. “Tell me, Chris. When did you first realize you were a fucking whore?”
Chris swallowed hard, feelings of shame and embarrassment bubbling inside him. He closed his eyes, fighting back tears. “I... I didn’t... I mean, I never...”
Tyler’s grip tightened, going roughly from gentle to harsh.
He was entranced by Chris's tight ass and slick body. “When I walked in on you wearing the thong and bra, I thought it was the hottest thing I ever saw it my life.” Tyler admitted as he let go of Chris’s dick, moving his hand down to grasp his ass. Chris whimpered softly as he felt Tyler's calloused fingers trace their way over his cheeks, making him tremble.
“But when I saw your long, lean body dressed in that blonde wig and little dick sticking out your panties… you looked so helpless, so beautiful. I couldn’t help but want to claim you.” Tyler spoke softly, his eyes never leaving Chris's.
Chris swallowed hard, feeling a surge of emotion overtake him at the words.
He could feel Tyler's fingers tracing slow, sensual circles over his ass cheeks, and it made him shiver with pleasure.
Tyler leaned in and whispered in his ear, his voice low and sultry. "Tell me, Chris. When did you first know you wanted to be mine?"
"I...I don't know," Chris stammered, his voice barely audible. "I just...I've always felt different, separate from other guys.
I didn't fit in. I spent countless nights alone in my room, stroking myself while images of sexual domination and submission flooded my mind. I longed to be fucked, to be owned, to be treated like the pathetic little whore that I was. And now, standing here in front of Tyler, he's holding and fondling my slender, feminine body, his green eyes glinting with interest and lust “I guess I really knew in high school when you joined the swim team” Chris said not able to look Tyler in the eyes , “I used to watch you as you swam, your body gleaming with sweat and rivulets of water trickling down your hard, rippling muscles. Watching you, I felt a strange longing, a burning desire to be the object of your attention, to be the one to make you feel pleasure. I used to fantasize about pretending to be a girl and seducing you, making you my willing conquest."
Tyler grinned at Chris statement, remembering how he too had some of those same thoughts back then.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Tyler demanded, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he stared at Chris, who was visibly shrinking beneath his gaze. Chris looked down, tracing the carpet with his eyes as he searched for the words.
“I… I was afraid,” he stammered, his voice shaking. “Afraid of losing you, of screwing up our friendship. I never thought it would go this far.”
Tyler grabbed Chris’s dick again and grabbed him by the jaw, lifting his chin so their eyes met. “You should have told me, Chris. We’re best friends, I just told you, that your the hottest piece of ass I have ever seen tonight .” Tyler said with a grin, as he took in Chris' naked body and the way it trembled under his touch.
Chris looked up at Tyler, with a flicker of relief and desire in his eyes. “You really think so?” he whispered, still unable to process the fact that his best friend, the man he had always looked up to, was now stroking his dick with lust in his gaze.
Tyler chuckled softly. “Fuck yeah. I couldn’t help myself today once I saw you I knew I had to have you that’s why I raped your ass, which I will point out that you fucken loved. You’re gonna be my personal cum dump from now on.
And I’m gonna use you again and again, until you can’t take it anymore.” Tyler smirked as he saw Chris’ cock twitch at his words.
“How many more sets of lingerie women’s underwear do you have?” Tyler asked Chris
“Just the one set” Alex answered weakly.
“ OK well you’re gonna have to buy a lot more now because while we’re home I only want you wearing lingerie or panties and bras with high heels. And from now on your name is Chrissy , my slut. Understand, little whore?” Tyler demanded, his voice harsh yet tinged with passion.
Chris stumbled backward, tripping and falling onto the plush rug. He lay there, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling, struggling to find the words to respond. Tyler, unphased by Chris’s fear, stepped closer, looming over his diminutive friend. He grabbed Chris by the jaw, forcing him to look up at him, their eyes locking in a hypnotic gaze.
Tyler smirked as he saw the struggle in Chris's eyes, the fear and desire mixed with confusion. He leaned forward, crushing his lips against Chris's, possession surging through him as his tongue entered Chris's mouth, tasting, claiming.
Unable to resist Tyler's dominant presence, Chris's body responded instinctively, his arms wrapping around Tyler's neck as he deepened the kiss, gasping for breath and trembling with the sensations filling his body.