Risky Business

After another twenty minutes, I collect myself and begin to walk back to the condo. I hold my shirt in my fist, trying to stay calm and keep my mind from roaming further than it should. I count each car that drives by, the sound of tires kicking up water on the road takes over my senses. Jake shouldn’t make me feel like this, holy shit.

I don’t particularly want to return to the condo. I could just leave, go home. Everything is beginning to blur together for me. I continue to the condo, anyway, taking my time. My phone buzzes and a new message from Casey pops up on my screen. I glance at it. He’s asking where I am since I haven’t returned yet. I can see our tower from where I am, although I keep my head down. 

I walk into the condo with a drag in my step. A woman holds the door for me so I give her a smile and a nod. I hold the elevator door open for her, but she doesn’t acknowledge me and walks down the ground floor hallway. I shake my head and sigh at my mistake. I lean my head against the back of the elevator, probably not the most sanitary, but I couldn't care less at the moment. I knock on the door to the condo. Jake opens the door and lets me in. Matt and Casey are presumably still on the balcony. Jake heads back into the kitchen and grabs a glass full of some type of alcohol. He plops down on the couch and fixes his eyes on the television. I go into the bathroom and dry off. I take all my clothes off and hang them up on the shower curtain rod. I walk out and grab a change of clothes from my bag, only a couple of feet away from Jake. 

“Is this supposed to be provocative?” Jake shifts his weight to one side and faces me slightly.

“No,” I respond frankly, after pulling my underwear up. 

Jake raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t respond and returns focus to his show. 

I put a pair of sage fleece shorts on. They ride up my legs as I sit down next to Jake, dangerously close to exposing my balls to him. I proceed with caution next to him, slowly letting our energies calm and work with one another. I steal the occasional glance at his massive, hairy chest. 

“You’re not just gonna be able to cosy up to me, if you think that’s what you’re doing.” Jake’s eyes narrow. 

“I’m just trying to get to know you,” I protest.

Jake shakes his head. “You had that chance. Create some distance before you end up like you were before.” 

His threat pierces my skin and sends a wave of nervousness through my body. I gauge the situation for the moment, as he adjusts himself into a more guarded position. Jake’s breathing is becoming heavier. Against my better judgement, I rest my hand on his upper chest, slowly beginning to rub it. Jake reacts by moving to grab my arm, but he lets go almost immediately and lets his hands fall back to his side. I run my hand along his chest, caressing his collarbone, then moving through the thick coat of fur on his stomach. Carefully, though intentionally, I try to get him to relax more for me. 

Jake’s breathing begins to regulate, even though I can still feel his heart beating rapidly. I slide off of the couch and lean over his massive body. I risk my humiliation at the expense of making amends with Jake. He opens his eyes again and seems surprised by my movements. I gently kiss him on the neck, and Lord knows that I have to fight every single part of me to not just want to kiss and worship the rest of his body.

“Is that enough of a start?” I stand up. 

He doesn’t react. The thing I hate most is how expressionless his face can be. His dark, deep-set eyes don’t reveal anything about him either, other than his callous and overall aggressive demeanour. 

I leave Jake alone inside and join Matthew out on the balcony. 

“Hey,” Matthew greets me.

Casey just nods.

“Hey.” I sigh. 

I sit down in the only empty plastic chair. Matthew leans in and kisses me on the lips. He holds my face after pulling away. “Can’t taste Jake,” he jokes. 

I shake my head and fake smile. “I’m really tired, guys. I think I need to turn in for the night.”

“Sure thing, stud,” Matthew responds.

“If you want to take the bed, we can figure out the other sleeping arrangements. I don’t think that Jake would mind sleeping on the pull-out with me tonight.” Casey puts his face in his fist.

“I don’t mean to take the bed—“ 

“Nope, nope,” Casey interrupts, “don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks,” I resign.

“I know you ought to be exhausted. And—“ Casey pauses. “I know that it didn’t go all too well with Jake earlier.”

Matthew leans opposite me into Casey and whispers something into his ear. I can’t make it out because of the consistent breeze impeding my hearing. Casey nods slowly, and his expression changes to a deep consideration before he says anything. 

“You and Jake are sleeping in the bed. Matt and I will take the pull-out. Sound good?” I can tell that Casey is trying to improve our relationship, but I have to wonder how much of it is for personal rep compared to how much of it is from genuine care. 

“It definitely sounds.” I laugh a bit. “It’s definitely an idea.”

“Then it’s set,” Matthew concludes without letting me add any other objection.

“Goodnight, then.” I say. 

“Sleep well, Cam.” Casey stands up and gives me a strong hug. 

Matthew kisses me again. We hold eye contact, and he examines my distraught expression.

I make sure the door is firmly shut behind me before talking to Jake. “We’re sleeping together in the bedroom, per Casey and Matthew.” 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” I walk into the bedroom and close the thin double doors behind me. I strip into my underwear and put my clothes on the chair in the corner of the room with a window that looks out onto the balcony. I close the blinds and set my watch and wallet on the window sill that looks out the back of the building onto the main boulevard. I pull the covers back and slide into the bed. Some of my curly hair falls into my mouth, and I adjust until my hair drapes slightly over the back of the pillow. I check my phone, and it’s only eleven. I shake my head at the thought of what’s to come. I close my eyes and doze off. 

The sun coming through the windows gently wakes me. I hear footsteps outside, indicating movement from either Casey or Matthew. Just before I stand up to greet them, I notice Jake’s strong arms wrapped around me, and locking together at my sternum. He’s still sleeping, so I decide that I shouldn’t move just yet, for both not wanting to wake him and because I rather enjoy the feeling of him holding me. Jake begins to shift slowly, and he presses his chest into my back. 

“Good morning,” he arouses. 

“Mornin’,” I mumble. 

Jake nuzzles his face into the bottom part of my neck and collarbone. He begins to kiss it slowly. Maybe he doesn’t know I’m Cameron. 

I roll over to face him. “I guess Matthew and Casey were right last night.” 

“You think so?”

“Depends on you.”

“I don’t know.” His deep brown eyes glint with the sunlight in them. 

My face mellows out. Jake notices this and brings my head into his burly chest. 

“Why not?” I press, my voice slowly rises out of a whisper. 

“We clearly don’t get along for more than five minutes at a time.” His response was expected, but it is not something that I’m willing to let go of.

“And why not?” I know I’m testing him.

“What do you mean, ‘why not’?” He becomes agitated. “Have you seen what we do around each other? It doesn’t work.” 

“Then what was all of this?” I gesture at the bed, his arm still under me.

“This had to be arranged. Every moment of intimacy we have shared has come from Matthew and Casey saying that it had to happen.” 

I know he’s right, so I move away from him. “Try to not be such a dick then.”

Jake throws the bedding off of us, grabs my neck and pushes me hard down against the bed, and then straddles my body. My eyes are wide, and I instinctively wrap my own hands around his arm to try and get free. I can’t breathe. 

“I get by with being a dick,” he fumes. 

I squirm under his weight. “Jake—“ I stammer. “I can’t breathe.” My body strains and I use my remaining air to fight him. I try to knee or kick him to get free, but he has me completely incapacitated. “Jake,” I beg, “let go.” 

He ultimately complies but does not get off of me. “Know your fucking place.” 

“No,” I reply. “We won’t get anywhere without testing each other.” 

The next thing I know, the left side of my face is searing from the pain of Jake’s hand making a strong impact with my cheek. Jake moves to the side and nearly lifts me by my neck before throwing me off the bed and onto the ground. 

Matthew barges through the doors to find Jake standing over my body as I writhe in pain. 

“Teach him his fucking place.” Jake intentionally bumps Matthew hard as he exits the room. 

I groan in pain and cradle the side of my body that made an impact on the ground. My vision is blurry, and I struggle to stand without Matthew’s help. I whimper while he hoists me up and takes me out to the balcony. 

“Stay here,” Matthew commands. 

The wind stings the side of my face. Matthew returns with an ice pack and sits outside with me to nurse the reddening handprint on my cheek. 

“I can’t keep defending you.” Matthew seems disappointed with me, I can understand why. “Jake isn’t someone you can keep fucking with. He’s aggressive, but he’s like this for a shit tonne of reasons.”

“Why? What justifies his actions?”

“Nothing justifies his actions. You’re ruining your chances with him.”

“I didn’t get a choice to be involved with him.”

“Nor did I, but I did what I had to to adapt myself to his behaviour. You need to do that, too.” 

“So I have to live with him getting away with being a dick.” 

“Cameron,” Matthew is quite bothered. “Stop, and listen to me. I can’t tell you a lot about Jake. It’s not my place to tell you, it’s his. I was in the same position when I was new, and challenging him only made my life hell. I’ve already told you this, and honestly, Cameron, I would have expected you to listen to me when I told you what would be best. Jake and I still are not friends, but until now when I had to step up for you, I haven’t had to deal with any of Jake’s abuse.

“I know it’s hard to step down and take the loss now and then, especially since you came in being the top dog at your school. Jake is the top dog here, but he wasn’t always. As much as I would like to be able to think that we can just change Jake with the snap of a finger, it’s going to take a lot more than I know to give. He’s stubborn, locked up. The only person I’ve seen him truly open up to is Casey. No one else in our frat knows that much about him. He likes to keep to himself, and he likes to keep routine. You’re breaking that routine, and you have to understand that when his balance is thrown off, so is his demeanour.

“I don’t mean to make this sound like it’s only you doing wrong, but you are new here. We are all well established, and I swear I will do what I can to work you into our lives and make you one of us. I promise to do that as best as possible, Cameron, but it’s going to be more difficult if you have Jake always on your ass. I’m here for you. You know that, right?”

I nod slowly. 

“Good.” Matthew relaxes and leans back in his chair. 

I look out at the early morning sun, observing the beginning of my first full, and the commutes of others below. It takes me a few minutes to completely process what Matthew said to me. My mind seems to wander from Matthew to Jake, and back again, like a pendulum on a weary clock. As much as I don’t like to be wrong, Matthew is undeniably right. I think back to my uncertainties last night about how I don’t even feel as if I belong here. I try to rub the sleep from my eyes, but I find that my fatigue is even more pressing due to yesterday’s events. I’m pretty sure that the majority of it, though, is pure mental exhaustion. My eyelids feel like someone has laid small weights on top of them. 

I contemplate going inside for a few moments before I finally decide that I will. I know the gravity of the situation between Jake and me. I think back to last night when I had a moment of success in holding some type of emotional connection with him. It truly does not help to be in this condo. I feel like a chicken trapped in a pen with foxes, and I certainly have nothing to help me. I don’t even think that Matt will be on my side in the long run, especially if I keep fucking up at the rate which I am now. 

I stand up, and my side immediately lets me know that it doesn’t approve of any movement. I walk inside with a hand on my ribs. Jake is in the kitchen filling a glass with water. There’s a plate of eggs, spinach, and toast in front of him. He grabs both things and turns around. Jake’s eyes narrow when he notices me. 

“Hey, hey,” I say, nervously. “I’m only coming in here to pour myself some coffee.

Jake purses his lips, although he doesn’t end up saying anything. I proceed cautiously by him and then go about my own business. There’s but a slim selection of dishes in the cabinets. I search through them until eventually, I find a single mug left clean on the shelf. I grab it and deliberately pour coffee to the brim of the cup. I take a sip and savour it in my mouth, and then I proceed to add a splash of creamer to combat the bitterness. I carefully hold my coffee in one hand and grab my laptop with the other. I return outside, rejoining Matthew on the balcony and opening my laptop to check my email. My side is still aching and reminds me of the injury whenever I lean over too quickly. 

Matthew scrolls on his phone, not paying any attention to the sun’s ascent in the sky. 

“Are you guys gonna be staying here with us the entire time?” I ask Matthew. 

“Dunno,” he doesn’t look away from his phone. “We weren’t supposed to be here last night, but you and Jake can’t avoid bickering. Can’t have that going back to the frat house.” 

“Oh, come on.” 

“I don’t know how long we’re gonna stay. I don’t know how long Casey wants us here, or how long he wants you here. Right now, I think that he’s really considering whether or not he’s gonna let you stay at all.” 

“What happened to you defending me?” I press.

“I am defending you. Look at yourself, you’re not gonna escape this without broken bones at this rate.” 

“And so what? It’s my time to prove myself and you’re not gonna be the one to take that from me,” I bark.

“So you do or do not want my protection?” Matthew raises an eyebrow. 

I pause for a moment. “Nah, I have more to prove.”

Matthew scoffs. “Last time you had something to prove, you ended up with an ice pack on your ribs because you’re too weak.” Matthew puts extra emphasis on “weak,” sending chills down my spine. 

“Now,” I take a moment to put my words together, “you think that I’m weak when we have been on the same level for the entire time I’ve been here. You act like Jake doesn’t have just as much control over you as he does me, yet you’ve been here for three years longer than I have.” 

Matthew was right about me being too testy, but that’s just my personality. If I don’t climb to the top, at least I‘ll challenge the people at the top. 

“Let’s see, then.” He walks inside, letting me know his intentions of wanting me to join him. 

I stand up slowly, nursing my rib cage. I have a good idea of what is about to come. When I open the door, Matthew is talking to Casey, who nods and steps back. His eyes meet mine, and instead of the usual softness that they convey, they now glare daringly at me. 

“The floor isn’t gonna feel nice,” Matthew threatens. He cracks his knuckles and waits for me to be ready. 

I don’t quite know what’s going through his mind, but to me, he seems batshit crazy. His massive frame seems to double me in stature. I know this fight isn’t fair, but I did say that I had something to prove. Adrenaline flows through my veins, igniting my mind and breathing. My heart rate hikes as Matthew approaches me, but my instinct tells me that I’m not scared of him, and instead that I am ready to defend. My fight or flight has been limited; there’s no escape, there’s no turning back on my words, and there’s a lot to win and nothing to lose. 

I am confident, something in me flipped the switch and zoned me into feeling as though I’m on the wrestling mat again. I get into a defensive position but quickly readjust. If I let him take the first shot, I’ll be fighting back from behind. 

Matthew takes a step in and tries to jab at my injured rib cage. I have to react quickly to dodge him, and I manage to just barely avoid a massive impact. I shake my head, looking up to Matthew, who quickly draws back and locks his eyes back onto me. I follow his movements, but especially track his eyes, as they seem to give away more than he would like. As he lines up to take another jab to grapple with me, I use the limited space I have to navigate through his arms and push him away. With his back towards me, I quickly kick his knees out from under him and drop his powerful body down to the ground. I glance back at Casey while Matthew registers the shock, and his mouth is hanging slightly open. Matthew begins to stand up, but before he can do so, I wrap my arms under his armpits and lift him into a standing full-Nelson hold, which forces his abs and long body to stretch. He strains against me and begins to lift me off of the ground. I realise that I have to adjust quickly if I want to maintain control, so I push him away and let him free to give me some more time to think of a strategy. Matthew looks to be somewhat surprised by my quickness, but he masks it quickly by narrowing his eyes and looking as though he’s getting ready to lunge at me again. 

I avoid his approach and subsequent lunge, pushing him hard with both hands towards the ground as I avoid him. Matthew looks up at me again, and his eyes have a fury that is similar to Jake. My emotions change as I gauge just what is going on. I’m still zoned in, but his anger seems to pierce and equal mine.

“Come on, Matthew,” I pant, bending down slightly to catch my breath. “We don’t have to be doing this.” 

Matthew shakes his head and lunges at me again, grabbing my hands, and, all of the sudden, we’re caught grappling with each other. I know that Matthew is much stronger than me, and it begins to show immediately. His massive body begins to push me down towards the ground, while my back arches and weakens my command over the situation. Matthew’s brooding body is truly powerful, and the muscles in my shoulders begin to cramp from the pressure on them. His hands nearly crush mine, and finally, I have to resort to falling to my knees to try and escape. My mind races to quickly find a solution, but the pain beginning to course through my body is too distracting for me to overcome. 

I push Matthew’s hands to the side to try and get some space between our bodies but only manage to break the grapple. Matthew wraps his arms around my abdomen and lifts me off of the ground, pulling me into a tight bear hug, crushing me in his strong arms. I cry out in pain while I try to get free, his sweaty face right against mine, but his mood has changed drastically from what it was earlier. I feel as though my ribs are cracking under the pressure. I am almost certain that, because of my injury earlier, he is targeting my ribs more than he would otherwise. I whimper as squeezes my strong body as tight as he can, lifting me far off of the ground and rendering me virtually defenceless.

“Let him have another chance,” Jake chimes in. 

Matthew sighs and releases his grip, leaving me to fall to the ground. I have to use the couch armrest as support to deal with the aching pain that Matthew has caused me. He flexes both of his biceps, showing off his entire sweaty body and its commanding stature. I slowly stand up and wipe the sweat from my forehead, looking up at Matthew and trying to figure out how I can pull off a miracle to take him down. I try to catch my breath, but I decide that if I want to win, I need to catch him off guard, but I also cannot take this at my own pace. I run hard at Matthew, making a hard impact with his chest, and winding him with a full-on linebacker style tackle. He stumbles back, and Jake has to secure him to avoid any damage within the apartment. Jake backs away though, as to not impede on the fairness of the brawl. I use my formidable leg strength and temporary control over Matthew’s movements to hoist him up onto my shoulders. I struggle to hold his body securely over my head, but I feel massive satisfaction with the fact that I have such a beast over my shoulders. He lets out a series of deep grunts but doesn’t say a word otherwise admitting submission. 

I toss him down onto the couch to break his fall, but he still groans in pain as he makes lands. The couch shakes, and the action causes a deep, resounding thud, to slightly shake the condo. 

“Keep it down a bit,” Casey barks. 

I grab his muscular arm before he can react, and pull him off of the couch. He quickly tries to get up. Once he rises to his knees and begins to stand, I jump back into the offensive by wrapping my arm around his neck and forcing my weight to get him back down to all fours. Matthew bucks against me, but I hold firm on his body and know that I have a real shot to subdue him, just as Jake did. I look up to Jake, and his arms are crossed, but I can tell that I have a slight approval from his facial expression. I tighten my hold around Matthew’s neck, which quickly causes his bucking to slow down. It only takes another fifteen seconds or so for me to completely block the air from getting to his lungs, and within a couple more, his body goes limp. 

“He’s out,” Jake chirps, “you can release your hold.” 

I stand up, struggling to catch my breath. My entire body is red from having to struggle against Matthew, and I immediately hold my right side with my hands to somehow remedy the pain. I wince as I back away from Matthew’s limp body, satisfied that I have proven myself over Matthew, which has been my real first test of strength on this trip. 

Jake shakes Matthew awake gently and makes sure that he is aware of his surroundings. Matthew sits in shock next to Jake, and I cannot quite tell whether or not it’s the fact that I just managed to submit him, or if it’s from the affection that Jake is showing for once. Matthew stands up, and his eyes seem back to their normal, kind-set, expression, although they are still glossed over. Matthew looks at me, and I can’t read his expression. He shakes my hand slowly, and then sits down on the couch. He is still out of breath, holding his hand on his stomach and processing what happened. 

“I own this boy,” Jake says in approval, running his hand down my sweaty body and nearly to my bulge. His massive, hairy body is pressed right up against my back, and I cannot help but love the feeling of his hairy body against mine. 

Matthew pursed his lips, still visibly upset over the loss, which just serves as another blow to his challenged ego. Everyone here seems so selfish, and I’m no exception. Matthew is vying for a better connection with Jake, while I’m tearing that away from him for my selfish gain. Jake seems possessive over whoever he sees useful for the moment, and Casey seems to have faded into his quietness, but Casey is the one that got me in this mess. 

I can feel Jake’s growing bulge beginning to press up against my tight shorts. Matthew takes a few moments to himself before heading out to the balcony again. Casey kisses Jake, pats my chest, and then follows Matthew out to the balcony. I begin to follow him as well, but Jake holds me back and leads me to the bedroom. He makes sure that the blinds are closed, then closes and locks the doors. He sits me down on the bed and slots himself right in between my legs, establishing his control over me immediately. My heart pounds erratically in my chest, more so than it had been with Matthew trying to pin me down. Jake leans in, and his musk invades my nose. His deep brown eyes and slightly toasted skin provide a stark contrast between us two. He runs his firm hand gently over my ribcage, pressing slightly to gauge my pain. I tense up immediately, and he retracts his hand before he makes any other sort of movement. Jake pushes the centre of my chest down to the bed, and climbs on top of me, beginning to straddle me. He slides up over my abs and rubs his bulge close to my face. He slips my shorts and underwear off slowly, letting me push them the rest of the way off by manoeuvring my feet. He pulls his shorts down and then begins rubbing his sweaty bulge against my nose. I inhale all of his scent, which immediately gets a reaction from my dick. Jake grinds against my face slowly, letting me get used to an accepted position of submission under him. 

“You fucking want it?” He grumbles. 

I nod slowly, my bright blue eyes looking up at him from just under his bulge. 

“Say so,” he commands. 

“I want it,” I murmur, my heart racing.

“I want it—“ he pauses, raising an eyebrow.

I freeze in confusion for a moment. “Sir.”

“Good fucking boy,” his deep, raspy voice sends shivers down my back. 

He pulls his thick cock out from his underwear, proceeds to slap it in my face, and then he spits on it. Some of the spit lands on my face, and Jake chuckles. He has a thick, curly black bush of pubes that feeds down into his woolly legs and taint. He rubs his sweaty balls against my face, and I stick out my tongue to taste them. He moans lightly while he grinds his cock over my forehead. The salt of his sweaty body is like a drug to me, and once I take his balls in my mouth, I can hardly control myself. 

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, putting more weight down on me. 

I eagerly suck on his heavy balls before he pulls them out of my mouth. 

“Lick my shaft,” he coos, shifting slightly. He rubs the underside of his thick dick along my lips, and I lick the salt off of his dick the best that I can. 

In one swift movement, he forces his dick into my mouth and down my throat, causing me to gag loudly. Jake smirks, beginning to get rougher on me. I can tell that this is only the start of what he’s going to do to me. Jake pins my shoulders down with his knees, and really begins to use my throat. My nose gets pressed into his thick bush, his musk making my cock jolt in excitement. His thick cock head presses at the back of my throat, and he doesn’t stop to consider the fact that I’ll need to catch my breath. He continues to rough me up, covering my face in my own spit from my constant gagging. I struggle to take a breath between his deep thrusts, but I oddly enjoy the feeling of being controlled so easily. My eyes have watered from the gagging, which somewhat blurs my view of Jake’s round pecs and chiselled face. 

Jake unexpectedly gets off of me. He lifts me, grabs me by my neck, and flips me onto my stomach. He puts his hand down on my back to prevent me from moving at all. Jake grinds his thick cock in between my smooth, muscular butt. 

“You want this?” Jake teases me. He smacks my butt and I whimper quietly. 

“Please,” I beg him, arching my back.

“Please, what,” he pushes on.

“Please, sir,” I murmur.

Jake kisses down my body slowly, while holding his hand firmly on my back. He licks down my back and traces the striations of my muscles. He eventually makes his way down to my ass, squeezes it firmly with his commanding hands, spreads my ass, then begins to flick his tongue right along my taint. It tickles slightly at first, causing me to gasp and pull away a little bit, but Jake pulls my ass back into his face, holding me tight. 

“Relax,” Jake grunts. “Arch your back, and let me take over.”

I comply, letting him have his way. He proceeds gently, pushing his tongue into my hole and warranting consistent, increasingly loud moans from me. I can tell he has a lot of experience with taming boys like me, but I haven’t yet had the chance to feel all of him, and I feel as though I’m getting overly eager. After a couple of minutes of masterfully teasing and tasting my hole, he reassumes a position of absolute dominance over me by pushing his hand down on my neck. He tightens his grip slightly but loosens it again after he feels me tensing up. I rest my face on the pillow, telling myself to breathe deep and to allow what is to come. He slaps his cock on my hole, beginning to press the head against my rosebud of an opening. 

“I’ve never bottomed,” I blurt out after realising that this is my last chance to say this or things could get uncomfortable quickly.

“Oh?” He backs off slightly, his dick still threatening to push inside of me. “Just breathe deep, close your eyes. Let me guide you.” 

Jake seems almost nurturing in his temper, running his hand along my back for a moment before proceeding again. He reaches over to the nightstand, opens the top drawer, and takes out a bottle of lube. He lathers my hole generously and slides a finger in. I moan loudly. 

“Yeah, boy,” he grunts. 

Jake tightens his grip around my neck again and pushes his cock against my hole. He manages to push the head through, and right as he does, a burning sensation rushes through my body. I grunt in pain, gripping the bedsheets in both hands. I wince as the new sensation takes over my body. Jake pauses to let me get used to his thick member. He pulls back out for a moment, before pressing back in, only this time, he goes further. The burning sensation comes in another wave, and I feel myself beginning to stretch to take his dick. I try to keep my back arched because I know it’ll be the easiest for him to access me that way. 

He gently pushes further past my hole with each thrust. “Stay still,” he commands me.

Right after, he pushes his entire cock into my hole. I let out a loud series of groans and tense up, but I try my hardest to not pull away from him, no matter how much I want to. 

“Fuck, bro,” I whimper.

Jake puts his weight down on my ass to keep his cock fully inside me. His full balls press against my taint, and it feels like his cock is threatening to force its way into my stomach. He slowly begins to hump my round but, being thoughtful with his speed, jolting me each time he pushes to the hilt. I begin to loosen up to his cock slowly, but I still struggle to deal with the discomfort that he is causing by stretching me out. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jake huffs.

He removes his arm from the centre of my back, and pulls my shoulders up off of the bed, arching my back. He uses his grip on my shoulders to begin picking up more speed, gauging that, through my increasingly loud moans, he can begin to get as rough as he wants to be. The sun illuminates my face and defined chest while Jake tightens his grip on my body. In one swift movement, he pulls me from being bound to his strong grip on each of my shoulders, to having his beefy arm constricting my neck. Jake leans in and gently kisses down my cheek.

“Who owns you?” He asks.

“You do, sir,” I stammer.

“Good faggot.” Jake lets me breathe again, but keeps me in the same position. “You’re learning.”

He rams his cock deep inside of me, the force creating an audible thud against my ass, as well as with the headboard making contact with the wall. I moan loudly, biting my tongue and attempting to brace myself for Jake’s aggression. I become uncomfortably warm with Jake’s hairy body against mine, as well as with the sun nearly blinding me. Sweat beads on my forehead, only to be knocked off by Jake’s rough thrust back into me again. I grunt in pain. Jake lets me go, but immediately pushes me back down to the bed, where he lets loose all of his pent up sexual aggression and anger. He truly begins pounding me roughly, positioning his hands on my head, and on my lower back to keep me arched for him. With each thrust, I become more desensitised to the pain, but the discomfort of having such a thick member forcing its way into me persists. I try to control my moans, but it’s nearly impossible, and Jake only goes harder, faster, more desperate to be the first one to load my hole. My moans turn into muffled grunts as Jake pushes my face down into the pillow to keep me quiet. The discomfort is still noticeable, and I don’t think that any of that will ever change, but there is a strange sensation of pleasure as if my hole is being massaged by his cock. 

Jake stops for a moment. I feel him repositioning behind me, but he doesn’t take his cock out of me. The relief of a moment’s rest quickly ends with Jake’s massive foot being pressed down against my cheek. He forces my face down into the pillow with his leg strength and grabs my hips with both hands to firmly secure himself on me. He pounds at my hole again, and I am trapped under him in possibly one of the most humiliatingly prone situations I’ve been in, even counting my few wrestling losses that I’ve had to endure back in high school. Jake undeniably owns me, from his own words, and that continues to resonate in my mind, even so far as to overshadow the current position I’m in. My moans, at this point, are practically involuntary, since the new position Jake has me in lets his cock rub firmly against my prostate with each violent thrust. I have lost control of my body, my muscles are relaxed, but overwhelmed, my mind cannot focus on anything other than the pleasure from Jake’s control over me. With a few more hard bucks, I can feel Jake’s body becoming tense. His breathing hikes, his body tenses, jolting into my hole more erratically than before. 

“Oh, fuck!” Jake exclaims. He puts even more weight down on his foot on top of me. “I’m gonna cum, bro,” he pants. 

Just after he says this, he presses all the way inside me, his hands spreading my cheeks apart. Moments later, his warm load begins to feel my hole. It overwhelms my body, every new pleasure just adding to the last one. The warm, gooey liquid deep inside me feels better than I would have thought. Jake stays in me for a little bit longer, before he slowly pulls out of me. He’s out of breath, audibly panting. He flips me over and climbs on top of me as we were at the beginning of this interaction. He takes my throbbing dick in his hand, and rubs the tip with his finger, collecting all of the precum and using it as lube while he jerks me off. It doesn’t take but a couple of seconds before my entire body tenses up, and I reach one of the strongest orgasms that I have ever had. I have no control of my body and begin to shoot my load over my abs, some of my cum even reaching my chest and painting a stripe on my chin and lips. Jake holds my cock firmly in his hand, leans in for a kiss, and licks some of the cum off of my lip. We’re both winded, and sweaty. I never thought I’d enjoy submitting to someone I had such a distaste for, but honestly, it enhanced the tension and eruption of our sexual emotions. Jake collapses onto me, rubbing my body and smearing my cum all over my chest and abs. 

“I own you,” Jake whispers in my ear.