Chapter 2: Building Tension
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ping, revealing the sterile, fluorescent-lit interior of Bob's office. Greg stepped out, his shoes squeaking on the polished marble floor. He could feel the weight of Bob's gaze on him, heavy and expectant. He had been summoned, and he knew why.
Bob's office was a monument to his ego, a sprawling expanse of glass and chrome that overlooked the city. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with leather-bound tomes that Greg doubted Bob had ever read. A massive desk dominated the room, its surface polished to a mirror shine.
Behind it sat Bob, a man in his late fifties with a thick head of silver hair and a sharp suit that screamed power and wealth. His eyes were cold and calculating as they raked over Greg, taking in every inch of his body.
"Greg," Bob said, his voice smooth and dangerous. "It's been a while."
Greg nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had known this moment was coming, had dreaded it for weeks. But now that it was here, he felt a strange sense of detachment, like he was watching himself from a distance.
Bob gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
Behind it sat Bob, his eyes locked onto Greg with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Bob was a man of considerable size, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and thick thighs. His suit was tailored to perfection, but it couldn't hide the bulge in his pants that grew more prominent as Greg approached.
"Sit down, Greg," Bob commanded, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room. Greg complied, taking a seat in one of the plush leather chairs facing Bob's desk.
Bob leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Greg's face.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
Greg swallowed hard, his palms growing sweaty as he clutched the arms of the chair. "I... I think so," he stammered.
Bob smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "You think so? Well, let me make it clear for you." He reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a small, black device. He tossed it onto the desk in front of Greg.
Greg's eyes widened as he recognized the device. It was a remote control for a camera, the kind used to record video.
Bob's smirk turned into a sneer.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous.
Greg nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, sir," he managed to choke out.
Bob smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. "Good boy," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now tell me, Greg. How much do you miss having a cock in your mouth?"
"How much do you miss being used like a fucktoy?"
Greg's face flushed with shame and desire. He couldn't deny the truth of Bob's words. The memories of his time in prison were still fresh in his mind, the humiliation and degradation of it all still raw and painful.
Bob asked, his voice dripping with malice.
Greg's face flushed with humiliation as he remembered the countless times he had been forced to perform oral sex on other inmates. He had been used, degraded, and humiliated, but he had survived. I don't know," Greg stammered, his eyes darting away from Bob's gaze.
Bob chuckled, a harsh sound that sent a shiver down Greg's spine. "You don't know? Well, let me refresh your memory."
Bob said, his voice a low growl as he reached into another drawer and pulled out a laptop. He turned it around so Greg could see the screen, and Greg's stomach dropped as he saw what was playing.
It was a video of him, on his knees in the prison showers, Tony's thick cock stretching his lips wide as he deepthroated him. The camera zoomed in, capturing every sloppy slurp, every gag and choke as Tony fucked Greg's face with brutal force.
"Fuck," Greg muttered, his face flushing with embarrassment and shame. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. He was mesmerized by the sight of himself, degraded and humiliated, on full display.
"That's right, Greg," Bob said, his voice a low growl. "That's you, sucking cock like the little prison slut you are.”
Greg's face turned beet red, his eyes widening in shock and humiliation. "Where did you get that?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Please, Bob. Don't make me watch this."
Bob laughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the office. "Oh, Greg . but I want you to watch, Greg. I want you to see just how much you loved taking that cock. And now, I want you to show me how much you still love it.". You're not in a position to make demands. You see, I have something you want. And you have something I want."
Greg's eyes flicked back to the screen, where the video was still playing. He could see himself, his face glistening with spit and cum, as Tony fucked his throat with increasing ferocity.
"What do you want?" Greg asked, his voice hoarse with humiliation and fear.
Bob leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. "I want you to suck my cock, Greg. Just like you gobbled up Tony’s.
I want you to suck my cock, Greg. I want you to feel it in your throat, just like you did with him. I want you to choke on it, just like you did with him. I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum, just like you did with him."
Greg's stomach churned at the thought of Bob's cock in his mouth, but he knew he had no choice. He had to do what Bob wanted if he wanted to keep his job and provide for his family.
He stood up, his knees shaking as he walked around the desk and stood in front of Bob. He could feel Bob's eyes on him, watching him with a hungry intensity.
“Now get on your knees and show me what you can do." Bob commanded, his voice laced with authority and lust.
Greg hesitated for a moment, but the thought of losing his job and being unable to provide for his family pushed him forward. He slowly sank to his knees in front of Bob's desk, his heart pounding in his chest.
Bob unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. It was thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Greg's mouth watered at the sight, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
"Good boy," Bob said, his voice a low growl. “Tease my cockhead.”
Bob ordered, his voice a low growl. Greg leaned in, flicking his tongue out to lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip of Bob's cock. He moaned at the salty taste, his own cock twitching in his pants. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the familiar ache of desire starting to consume him.
“That's it, you little slut,” Bob said, his voice harsh with lust. “Show me how much you love sucking cock.” Greg opened his mouth wide, taking the head of Bob's cock between his lips. He swirled his tongue around it, tasting the musky flavor of Bob's skin. “God you’re good at this. Was what Tony said true? You sucked off five other men too?” Greg's eyes widened in shock and humiliation. "What are you talking about?" he stammered, his face flushing red.
Bob chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "Oh, come on, Greg. You don't think I only found one video of you, did you? I've seen them all. Every single one. You were a busy little slut in prison, weren't you?"
Greg's stomach churned as he realized the full extent of Bob's knowledge. He had been recorded with five other inmates, each time degrading and humiliating, and now Bob had seen it all.
Greg felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him as he knelt before Bob, his mouth still wrapped around his cock.
"Answer me, Greg," Bob demanded, his voice a low growl. "Did you suck off five other men in prison?"
Greg hesitated, then nodded, his mouth still full of Bob's cock. He could feel it throbbing against his tongue, growing harder with each passing second.
Bob smirked, his hand tangling in Greg's hair and pulling him closer. "Good boy," he said, his voice laced with cruelty.
Greg felt a wave of shame and humiliation wash over him, but there was something else too. A spark of anger, a flicker of defiance. He wasn't going to let Bob see how much this was affecting him.
He looked up at Bob, his eyes hard and cold. "So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?"
Bob's smirk faded, replaced by a look of surprise. He hadn't expected Greg to fight back. But Greg wasn't finished.
"You think you can blackmail me with this? Make me your little fuck toy? I've been through worse than this, you piece of shit.”
on the screen Greg was showing off his freshly fucked hole to the camera. Tony’s cum could be seen on it.
The video was grainy, but it was clear that Greg had been fucked hard and deep. His hole was stretched wide, the skin around it red and raw from the force of Tony’s thrusts.
His hole was red and raw from being used so much. He looked up at the camera with a mix of shame and defiance in his eyes. "You think you can talk to me like that? You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit. You should be grateful I'm even giving you a chance."
Greg felt a surge of anger at Bob's words, but he knew he had to keep his cool. He couldn't afford to lose this job, not with his family depending on him.
"I'm not talking to you like anything," Greg said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "I'm telling you that I won't be your fuck toy.”
Bob’s eyes gleamed with a dark intensity as he watched Greg’s face contort with pleasure and pain. He could see the desire in Greg’s eyes, the way his body responded to the humiliation and degradation.
“Fuck,” Greg muttered, his face flushing with shame and desire.
Bob smirked, his hand tangling in Greg’s hair and pulling him closer. “You open your slut hole for Tony. Why won’t you do it for me?”
Bob’s voice was low and dangerous, his eyes locked onto Greg’s face with an intensity that made him shiver.
“I can’t,” Greg said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t let you use me like that.”
Bob’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. “You have no choice, Greg. You need this job. And I have something you want.”
Greg’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized the truth of Bob’s words. He did need this job. He needed it for his family, for his wife and kids who were counting on him.
Bob asked, his voice a low growl as he pulled Greg’s head closer to his cock. “You know you want to. You love being used like this.”
Greg’s breath hitched as Bob’s cockhead brushed against his lips. He could feel the heat of it, the hardness and the wetness of the pre-cum that beaded at the tip. He knew he should resist, should tell Bob to fuck off and find someone else to play with. But the thought of losing his job, of letting his family down, made it impossible for him to refuse.
“Please,” Greg begged, his voice hoarse with need and humiliation.
“What do you want?” Greg asked, his voice hoarse with fear and humiliation.
Bob's grip on his hair tightened, pulling him closer until Greg could feel the heat of Bob's cock against his cheek.
"Don't play coy, Greg," Bob said, his voice a low growl. "You know exactly what I want. I want you to open that pretty little mouth of yours and take my cock like the good little slut you are."
Greg's stomach churned at Bob's words, but he knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue to lick the length of Bob's cock. It was thick and hard, the skin smooth and hot to the touch.
Greg could taste the salty pre-cum that leaked from the tip, and he couldn't help but moan at the familiar flavor. It had been so long since he had tasted another man's cock, and he had missed it more than he cared to admit.
Bob chuckled darkly, his grip on Greg's hair tightening as he forced Greg's head down, pushing his cock deeper into Greg's mouth. "That's it, you little slut. Take it like a good boy."
Greg gagged as Bob's cock hit the back of his throat, but he quickly relaxed his muscles and took it like a pro.
He could feel Bob's cock throbbing in his mouth, growing even harder as he sucked and licked at it. His own cock was rock hard in his pants, leaking pre-cum onto the fabric as he got lost in the sensation of being used like this.
Bob's grip on Greg's hair tightened, pulling him back and forth as he fucked his mouth with increasing force. Greg could feel the head of Bob's cock hitting the back of his throat with each thrust, making him gag and choke around it.
"Fuck, you're good at this," Bob growled, his voice thick with lust.
He could feel Bob's cock throbbing in his mouth, the veins pulsing against his tongue as he sucked and licked and swallowed. Bob groaned above him, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked Greg's mouth with increasing force.
"Fuck yeah, Greg," Bob growled, his grip on Greg's hair tightening. "You're such a good little cocksucker. I knew you'd be perfect for this."
Greg could feel his own cock straining against his pants, the sight of Bob's thick cock in his mouth making him painfully hard. He wanted to touch himself, to stroke his cock and find some relief from the ache that was building in his groin. But he knew that would make bob think he was gay. He wasn’t. He was just conditioned to like this.
It was just a survival mechanism in prison. He wasn't gay. He wasn't even bi-curious. He was just doing what he had to do to survive.
Bob's cock was thick and long, stretching Greg's mouth wide as he took it deeper and deeper. He could feel the head of it hitting the back of his throat, making him gag and choke around it. But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He needed this job too much.
"Fuck, Greg," Bob groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked Greg's mouth with increasing force. "You're taking it so good.”
It was a survival mechanism, nothing more. He didn't want this, not really. He just needed the money, needed to keep his family afloat.
Bob's cock was huge, stretching Greg's mouth wide as he took it deeper and deeper. He could feel the head of it hitting the back of his throat, making him gag and choke, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He needed this job too much.
"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bob groaned, his hips bucking forward as he fucked Greg's mouth with increasing force. "You're a natural at this, aren't you?"
Greg could only moan in response, his mouth too full of cock to speak.
“Did you do anything else? Let anyone fuck your hole?” Bob asked, his voice a low growl as he pulled Greg's head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at him. “Did you let anyone fuck your ass while you were in there?”
Greg's face flushed with shame and humiliation as he remembered the countless times he had been forced to bend over and take it from other inmates. And now, here he was, on his knees in front of Bob, forced to relive those memories.
"Answer me, Greg," Bob demanded, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "Did you let anyone fuck your ass?"
Greg hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his eyes downcast.
"Yes," he admitted softly. "I did. I had to."
Bob's eyes gleamed with a dark intensity as he leaned forward in his chair, his voice a low growl. "Tell me about it, Greg. Tell me how you let them use you."
Greg's face flushed with shame as he remembered the countless times he had been forced to bend over and take it from other inmates. The pain, the humiliation, the degradation of it all still fresh in his mind.
"It was... it was bad," Greg stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "They would... they would line up and... and take turns fucking me. I had to...
had to take it like a good little bitch," Greg said, his voice shaking with humiliation and anger.
Bob's eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as he listened to Greg's words. He could feel his cock throbbing in Greg's mouth, growing even harder at the thought of Greg being used like that.
“I had to take it, no matter how much it hurt. They would hold me down, spread my cheeks, and force their cocks into me. I could feel every vein, every ridge as they pushed in and out, fucking me hard and deep."
Bob's eyes gleamed with a dark hunger as he listened to Greg's words. He could feel his own cock throbbing in Greg's mouth, growing harder with each passing second.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Bob groaned, his grip on Greg's hair tightening. "I want to see that, Greg.
I want to see you take a cock like that," Bob said, his voice thick with lust. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and bringing up the camera app. He held it up, pointing it at Greg's face.
"Smile for the camera, slut," Bob said, his voice a low growl.
Greg's face flushed with humiliation as he realized what Bob was doing. He was recording this, capturing every degrading moment for his own sick pleasure.
"Please, don't," Greg begged, his voice hoarse with shame.
Bob's grip on his hair tightened, pulling him closer to his cock. "Shut up and take it, Greg. You know you want this.
You know you need this. You know you're going to take it like a good little slut for me."
Greg's face flushed with shame and humiliation as he realized what Bob was saying. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, knew he should be fighting back, resisting Bob's demands.
Bob's cock was still in Greg's mouth, throbbing and hard as he continued to fuck Greg's face with increasing force. Greg could feel the head of it hitting the back of his throat with each thrust, making him gag and choke around it.
He could feel the head of it hitting the back of his throat with each thrust, making him gag and choke around it.
"You're taking it so well. You must be so cock hungry.”
Bob sneered, pushing Greg's head down further, forcing his cock deeper into Greg's throat. Greg gagged, tears streaming down his face, but he didn't stop.
Bob taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. “You must have loved it in prison, all those big, hard cocks using your little hole like a fuck toy.”
Greg's face burned with shame and anger.
he tried to deny it but his mouth was too full of cock to be clear.
bob moaned. “How many loads do you think a man can take before he’s gay?”
Bob asked, his voice dripping with malice as he pulled Greg’s head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at him. “How many times do you think you can take a cock in your ass before you start to like it?”
Greg’s face flushed with humiliation and anger. “I’m not gay,” he spat out, his voice muffled by Bob’s cock in his mouth.
Bob chuckled darkly, his grip on Greg’s hair tightening. “You’re not? Then why do you look so eager to take my cock in your ass? Why do you look like you’re enjoying every second of it?”
Bob asked, his voice dripping with malice as he pulled Greg's head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at him.
Greg's eyes watered from the force of Bob's grip, but he managed to stammer out a response. “I-I don’t know,” he said, his voice hoarse from the cock in his mouth.
“Well, let's find out, shall we?”
He pulled Greg's head back further, forcing his cock deeper into Greg's throat until he was gagging and choking around it. Greg's eyes watered, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to breathe. Bon removed his cock.
“Take your pants off.” He demanded.
Greg hesitated.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he also knew he had no choice. He needed this job, and if that meant giving Bob what he wanted, then so be it.
He stood up slowly, his hands shaking as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. His boxers followed, leaving him standing naked in front of Bob.
Bob's eyes roamed over Greg's body, taking in every inch of him. He licked his lips as he saw Greg's hard cock standing at attention, the head glistening with pre-cum.
"Fuck, you're a sexy little slut," Bob said, his voice a low growl. “And what’s this?”
bob smacked Greg’s ass and leered at Greg’s deepest shame. On his ass was a tattoo of an arrow pointing to his hole & the words Tony’s hole. Tony had made him get it before he left prison.
Bob's eyes gleamed with a dark hunger as he saw the tattoo on Greg's ass. He reached out and ran his fingers over the words, tracing the letters as if he were reading them aloud.
"Tony's hole," Bob said, his voice thick with lust. "That's what you are, isn't it? Tony's little fuck toy."
Greg's face flushed with shame as Bob's fingers continued to trace the tattoo. He had made him get it tattooed on his ass so that everyone would know that he was Tony's bitch. And now, here he was, standing naked in front of Bob, feeling like a piece of meat to be used and discarded.
Bob's eyes lingered on the tattoo, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Tony's hole, huh? That's cute." He reached out and ran a finger over the tattoo, tracing the arrow that pointed directly to Greg's asshole. "And what about this? Is this Tony's hole too?"
Greg's face burned with humiliation as Bob's finger traced the words Tony's hole. He knew he should be angry, should tell Bob to fuck off and leave him alone but he was too embarrassed.
“Please don’t tell anyone about that.” Greg begged.
Bob laughed “what did your wife say when she saw this?” Greg’s face turned beet red with embarrassment. “She doesn’t know,” he muttered. “She can’t know,” Bob said, his voice cold and hard. “If she finds out about this, about what you did in prison, about what you’re doing now, she’ll leave you. She’ll take the kids and leave you with nothing.”
Greg’s stomach churned at the thought. He couldn’t lose his family, not again. He had already lost so much because of his wrongful imprisonment. He couldn’t lose them too.
“Please,” Greg begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. “Please don’t tell her. I’ll do anything.
Just please, don’t tell her.” Greg’s voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes filled with desperation and shame.
Bob smirked, enjoying the power he held over Greg. “Anything, huh? That’s a big promise to make.” He stood up from his chair, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. His cock was already hard, tenting his boxers.
Greg’s eyes flicked down to Bob’s crotch, then back up to his face. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.
Bob chuckled darkly, pushing his boxers down to join his pants on the floor.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. "On your hands and knees, Greg," he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.
Greg hesitated for a moment, then slowly sank to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the cold hardwood floor against his knees, the rough texture of it scraping against his skin. He looked up at Bob, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and humiliation.
Bob smirked, running a hand through his hair as he stepped closer to Greg. "You know what I want, don't you?" he said, his voice a low growl. “Why don’t you describe to me how Tony would do it? How he’d fuck you?”
Bob asked, his voice thick with lust as he ran a hand over Greg’s ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave a red mark.
Greg’s face flushed with shame and humiliation as he remembered the countless times Tony had used him like this. He had been forced to bend over and take it from Tony and the other inmates, over and over again. He had learned to take it like a good little bitch, to open his hole wide and take whatever was given to him.
“Describe it to me.” Bob asked, his voice dripping with malice as he pulled Greg's head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at him. “How would Tony fuck you?”
Greg hesitated for a moment, then began to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’d... he’d make me bend over and spread my cheeks. He’d spit on my hole and rub it in, making sure it was nice and wet. Then he’d push his cock inside me, slow at first, but then he’d fuck me hard and deep.”
Bob's eyes gleamed with a dark hunger as he listened to Greg's words.
“He’d make me beg for him to breed me loud enough for everyone to hear. He’d make me scream his name while he fucked me and sometimes I’d have to ride him and pretend I was a woman. And we couldn’t stop until I was full of cum.”
Greg’s voice shook as he finished speaking, his face a deep shade of red.
Bob's cock throbbed at the image Greg's words painted in his mind. He could see it all so clearly - Greg bent over, his asshole stretched wide as Tony fucked him hard and deep, making him scream and beg for more.
"Fuck, that's so hot," Bob groaned, his hand wrapping around his cock as he began to stroke it slowly. “ iwant to see you take a cock like that."
Greg's eyes widened as he realized what Bob was doing.
Greg’s voice shook as he finished recounting his past, his face flushed with shame and humiliation.
Bob's cock twitched at the sight of Greg's vulnerable state. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to fuck this pathetic excuse of a man.
"Get on your hands and knees," Bob ordered, his voice harsh and demanding.
Greg hesitated for a moment before complying, his body shaking with fear and anticipation. Bob could see the tattoo on Greg's ass, the arrow pointing to his hole, and the words "Tony's hole" written beneath it. It made him even more eager to claim Greg for himself.
Bob spat on his hand and rubbed the saliva onto his cock, making sure it was slick and ready.
He positioned himself behind Greg, his heart pounding with anticipation. He could see Greg's hole, pink and puckered, waiting for him. He ran a finger over it, feeling the muscle clench at his touch.
"Please," Greg begged, his voice shaking. "Please be gentle."
Bob scoffed, grabbing Greg's hips roughly. "Gentle? You want gentle? You're Tony's little bitch, aren't you? You can take it."
With that, he pushed the head of his cock against Greg's hole, feeling it resist for a moment before popping inside.
Bob chuckled darkly, his grip on Greg's hips tightening. "Gentle? You want gentle? You didn't ask Tony to be gentle when he was fucking you raw in prison."
Greg's face flushed with shame at the reminder, but Bob didn't care. He lined his cock up with Greg's hole and pushed forward, feeling the tight ring of muscle resist him for a moment before giving way.
Greg cried out as bob pushed his way in. He could feel bobs balls hit the back of his.
His hole was stretched wide and he could feel every inch of bobs cock as it filled him up. He tried to relax his muscles, to let bob in deeper, but it was no use. The pain was too intense.
"Fuck, you're tight," Bob groaned, his grip on Greg's hips tightening. "You're going to take every inch of this cock like a good little slut, aren't you?"
Greg gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Yes," he managed to choke out. "Yes, I'll take it."
Bob chuckled darkly, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again, this time going even deeper than before.
Greg cried out, the pain intense, but Bob just laughed and kept going, fucking him harder and faster with each thrust.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Bob groaned, his fingers digging into Greg's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You feel so fucking good, you little slut."
Greg could only whimper in response, his body shaking as Bob continued to pound into him. He could feel every inch of Bob's cock, the thick veins and the wide head stretching him open, filling him up completely.
"Take it, you little bitch," Bob growled, his hips slapping against Greg's ass with each thrust. “What do you think Tony would do if he saw us?”
Bob taunted, his voice harsh as he continued to fuck Greg with increasing force. “Would he be jealous? Would he want to join in? Maybe he’d want to fuck your mouth while I fuck your ass.”
Greg's face flushed with humiliation at the thought of Tony watching, of Tony joining in. He tried to push the thought away, but it was no use. He could see Tony's sneering face in his mind's eye, could hear his cruel laughter as he watched Bob use him like this.
“Maybe he’d make you suck his cock while I fucked you,” Bob continued, his voice a low growl.
Bob taunted, his voice a low growl as he continued to fuck Greg hard and deep. “Would he be jealous? Would he want to join in?”
Greg could only moan in response, his body shaking with each thrust of Bob's cock. He could feel his own cock leaking onto the floor beneath him, his balls tight and aching with the need to come.
“Maybe I should call him,” Bob said, his voice dripping with malice. “Maybe I should tell him that I'm fucking his little bitch right now. Maybe I should let him listen to you scream.”
Greg's eyes widened in panic, but Bob just laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, holding it up to Greg's face.
"Smile for the camera, slut," he said, his voice cold and mocking.
Greg tried to turn his head away, but Bob grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at the camera. "Say cheese, Greg," he said, snapping a picture just as Greg's face contorted in pain and humiliation.
Bob chuckled darkly, looking at the picture on his phone. "That's perfect," he said, showing it to Greg. "You look so fucking pathetic. I'm going to send this to Tony.
I want him to see what a pathetic little slut you are. I want him to see how much you love taking a big, hard cock in your ass."
Greg's face paled at the thought of Tony seeing this, of Tony knowing what he was doing. He tried to pull away, but Bob's grip was like iron, holding him in place as he continued to fuck him with brutal force.
"Please, don't," Greg begged, his voice shaking. "Please, don't send that to him."
Bob just laughed, his hips slapping against Greg's ass with each thrust. "You're pathetic, Greg. You're a pathetic little slut who loves taking it up the ass.
You love it, don't you? You love the way it feels when a big, hard cock fills you up, stretches your hole wide open. You love the way it hurts, the way it makes you feel used and degraded. You love it, don't you?"
Bob's voice was a low growl, his hips slapping against Greg's ass with each thrust. Greg could feel every inch of Bob's cock, the thick veins and the wide head stretching him open, filling him up completely. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back, the heat of Bob's body pressing against his own.
"Answer me, you little bitch," Bob demanded, his grip on Greg's hips tightening. "Do you love it?
Did you love being Tony's little fuck toy? Do you love having your ass used and abused by every cock that comes along?"
"Yes," Greg whispered, his voice barely audible. "Yes, I love it." "You love it, huh? Being taken by someone so much manlier than you?