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Before they knew it, they had reached the dorm entrance. Blake pulled open the door, letting them both walk in together.
Once inside, Blake habitually tossed his backpack onto the chair, then stopped. He turned to look at Ethan, the casual ease in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by the same desire that had made Ethan's heart race yesterday.
"So..." Blake's voice dropped lower, "should we talk about what happened yesterday?"
Before Ethan could answer, Blake had already taken off his tank top.
"I'm not satisfied yet, boss," Blake said in a low voice, using submissive words to deliver an undeniable command. He grabbed Ethan's arm, pulling him close, and before Ethan could react, Blake had leaned down and pressed his lips against Ethan's.
The kiss was forceful and aggressive, filled with Blake's healthy, sweaty scent. But Ethan vaguely sensed something was off—damn! Blake had just been sucking him off! And he hadn't rinsed his mouth! But this anger quickly dissolved into Blake's kiss.
"Mmm! Ngh! Hss..." Blake's tongue pried open Ethan's teeth, invading deeply, stirring wildly in Ethan's mouth. Ethan felt his body go limp from the kiss, instinctively responding to Blake, his tongue clumsily entangling with Blake's slick one.
After they separated, Blake pulled back slightly, looking at Ethan's lips parted from lack of oxygen, his gaze becoming even deeper. He didn't give Ethan a chance to catch his breath, directly pushing Ethan onto the bed, his large body pressing down on top.
Ethan felt Blake's solid chest pressing against him, the weight making him feel both suffocated and trembling. Blake didn't immediately get to the main event; he just lay on top of Ethan, gently caressing Ethan's body, from chest to abdomen, then to thighs.
"Where's your cock, boss?" Blake asked in a low voice, his tone teasing. He reached down to explore Ethan's crotch, gently kneading Ethan's penis through the fabric.
Ethan felt a wave of shame—his massive dick, after just climaxing, now lay soft in his pants, not at all as impressive as before. His body tensed, not wanting Blake to feel his weakened state.
Blake seemed to sense Ethan's reaction. He smiled, pulling down Ethan's pants to reveal Ethan's penis—still huge but currently soft.
Blake lowered his head, gently taking Ethan's glans into his mouth. Ethan's body jerked violently—Blake's wet, hot mouth wrapped around his soft glans, the sensation both shameful and oddly stimulating. Blake wasn't sucking as vigorously as before; he was just gently holding it, lightly licking with his tongue.
"Tsk tsk, look whose big guy this is, now soft as a noodle?" Blake said with Ethan's penis in his mouth, his muffled voice full of sly teasing.
Ethan felt his cheeks burning. He wanted to pull his cock back, but Blake held it gently, not letting him escape.
Blake looked up, releasing Ethan's cock from his mouth, watching it lie limply on Ethan's stomach. He playfully flicked Ethan's shaft with his finger, then looked at Ethan with challenging eyes.
"Boss, this won't do," Blake laughed, leaning close to Ethan's ear: "Yesterday I was so excited, but after you cum in my mouth, you couldn't get hard again. Ethan, your big cock needs better blood circulation. Without good cardio fitness, even if you get hard again, it'll just make your head spin and you'll go down easily. That's not how you become a real boss."
Blake's words seemed designed to crush his self-esteem, telling Ethan that the huge penis he'd always been proud of, that supposedly made him more masculine than Blake, was useless. As if to completely overturn everything since yesterday, wanting to dominate Ethan.
"You... shut up!" Ethan cursed under his breath.
But Blake ignored him, just smiling, his fingers lightly stroking Ethan's abdomen.
"So, boss, you need to start working out. Starting tomorrow, want to go running with me in the morning?"
Blake was actually inviting him to run together? This wasn't what Ethan expected. He wanted to refuse since he never exercised, but he couldn't help thinking—if he could be as strong as Blake, wouldn't he be able to avoid being so easily manipulated by Blake? He remembered Blake's submissive appearance yesterday. If he could completely dominate Blake...
Blake seemed to see Ethan's hesitation. He didn't press about the running, instead starting to tease Ethan again. "Actually, I was ready yesterday, ready for this big guy to punish my ass, just didn't expect this big guy to be so disappointing..." His eyes glanced down at Ethan's soft penis, "Then I wanted to get you hard again, but your reaction was so cute, Ethan. I couldn't help going inside. I could see it really confused you."
Ethan's body went rigid, his face instantly flushing to his neck. He remembered the pain and pleasure of being manipulated by Blake last night, thinking about how he'd missed the chance to enter Blake's sexy ass.
"Ethan, is your ass still sore?"
Blake's voice was so gentle, as if he were Ethan's real lover. Ethan knew what those words meant, but he didn't want to think about his newly deflowered ass having to take Blake's pounding again—not just because of the cherry-popping pain, but also because he was afraid of enjoying being fucked by Blake too much.
Blake smiled. He didn't force Ethan, just got off him.
"Boss, your cock isn't ready, your ass isn't ready either..." He turned, his back to Ethan, straddling Ethan's thighs. Ethan felt Blake's solid buttocks and thigh roots pressing heavily on his thighs. He looked at Blake's broad back and toned waist, the sensation both foreign and forbidden, but it also left Ethan a bit breathless—this jacked dude was almost crushing him!
Blake pulled off his shorts—unless it was too cold, Blake almost always wore shorts. And underneath his shorts he was only wearing a black jockstrap, that narrow, firm ass right in front of Ethan's eyes.
"Why don't you play with my chest instead? I remember you were staring at my pecs and nipples yesterday... ah, not just yesterday, you've been staring all the time. Don't think I haven't noticed, boss. You've been drooling over them, grabbing them like you own them." Blake guided Ethan's hands to his solid pecs, leaning back slightly, pushing his chest forward, his sweaty skin pressing tightly against Ethan.
Ethan felt his cheeks burning hot. Blake had actually noticed him sneaking glances at his pecs! And he even said all along—that was just observing Blake! Not staring... Ethan felt a wave of embarrassment, but at the same time, his hands were caressing those two firm pec slabs, rising and falling slightly with Blake's breathing, as if inviting him to touch further.
Those muscles felt more elastic than he'd imagined, full of vitality. Blake released Ethan's hands, letting them roam across his chest. Ethan's fingers slid over Blake's solid pecs, from the sides to the front, then trembling as they approached those two small nipples. He gently pinched them with his fingertips. Blake's body suddenly jerked, letting out a deep, satisfied moan, "Mmm..." while grabbing his own cock and beginning to stroke it slowly.
Watching Blake sitting on his legs, his back to him, allowing Ethan to play with his pecs, and Blake stroking his own cock, Ethan had only one thought: this Adonis was the embodiment of eroticism.
Ethan's fingers circled Blake's nipples, kneading them, feeling them change under his fingertips. Blake stroked his cock while letting out low moans, "Ah... mmm..." his body swaying slightly on Ethan's legs with his movements.
Blake seemed to enjoy Ethan playing with his pecs from behind, and also enjoyed the pleasure of stroking his own cock. He suddenly turned his head, face tilted back, moving closer to Ethan, looking at him with lust-filled eyes.
"How is it, boss?" Blake's voice was hoarse with desire. "Like playing with my nipples?" His mouth curved with a hint of lewdness.
Ethan felt his cheeks burning. He looked at Blake's handsome face, slightly contorted with desire, his heart filled with lust and an impulse to know Blake better.
"Ethan, boss, punish them, my nipples, they need—"
Again with the punishment. Ethan didn't understand. Blake had denied bullying him, and after careful reflection, Ethan did feel that Blake might genuinely never have bullied him—it was Ethan who had been angry and refused to communicate with Blake. But if so, why did Blake want Ethan to punish him?
"Punishment, again with punishment, what is that about? So you were actually bullying me, feeling guilty about it, and all that talk about us being friends was bullshit?"
Ethan's fingers began to press harder, pinching Blake's nipples fiercely—even with Blake's hard body, this was an area that couldn't be trained.
"No!" Blake raised his arm to cover his face. With his back to Ethan, Ethan couldn't see his expression, but could feel his trembling and panic. "I didn't, sir! It's just, just that I need to be punished."
"Why?"
Ethan released his fingers, leaving only Blake's heavy breathing in the frozen air. Blake was silent for a long time, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with his necklace. A moment later, Blake turned back to look at Ethan, one arm wrapping around Ethan to pull him closer.
"Because I'm dirty... Ethan. I know how people see me—the freshman hockey star, the handsome, strong pretty boy. After becoming a starter, I'm practically the center for the freshmen. Ha, you know what, some of them thought I was a prep school kid! Ridiculous... but actually, I know, I'm dirty."
"Because you're doing porn streams?"
Ethan narrowed his eyes. He didn't quite believe that Blake, who was nearly self-obsessed with his physical appeal, would feel dirty about displaying his body to others. In fact, Ethan's screenshot hadn't threatened Blake at all. Blake was interested in their power play.
"It's not just that... I need money, sir. I really need money."
This was an answer Ethan had never considered. Money? Would a golden boy like Blake need money? Ethan had originally expected to hear something more salacious, like Blake trading sexual favors with his coach for playing time. He never imagined Blake would be short on cash.
Blake seemed to notice Ethan's surprise and gave a bitter smile. "Full scholarship plus student loans sounds good, right? But living expenses, equipment updates, and I need to prepare for paying back loans after graduation... The annual shortfall, Christ, wow. I had to figure something out." He took a deep breath, his eyes darkening somewhat. "Faceless porn streams don't pay much. That's just... advertising. I... I escort wealthy older gay men."
Ethan felt his heartbeat skip. Escort? Wealthy older gay men? This word combination flashed countless disgusting and filthy images through Ethan's mind.
"You sure don't look like someone living in poverty," Ethan said with a glance toward Blake's clothes and beer, his tone somewhat harsh. "It's weird, you're still buying drinks for your hockey friends."
"Hey, that's right, I don't want to look poor. My life appears pretty flashy. I don't want people knowing the ticket to get here was paid for with escort money."
Ticket? Ethan blinked. "How is that possible..."
"Yeah, how is that possible—" Blake moved his face closer to Ethan's. "I have to do everything myself, Ethan. I already had debt before starting college."
"Gambling? Or drugs? No, I would have noticed drugs by now."
Blake shook his head. "No, I don't do that stuff! Actually, my senior year I beat up my dad."
"Beat him up?"
"Hmph, he deserved it! He'd been hitting me since I was little. I don't remember where my mom is, but if she's still alive, I'm sure she ran away because she couldn't stand my dad. That day several college coaches came to see me, I was so happy. Going to college meant I could leave that man, I could go to university, I could continue with hockey. I had serious talks with several coaches, which ran late, and when I got home, he attacked me without mercy—for missing curfew."
"Stop, wait!" Ethan felt somewhat flustered. He was getting in deep. Ethan had seen people sharing others' secrets in the digital trash heap, but that was a despicable way to entertain oneself, not like Blake sharing his own secrets. He wasn't prepared to accept what Blake was about to say; he wasn't prepared to connect deeply with anyone.
"I don't care what you think!" Ethan said firmly, but his hands betrayed him—his thumb gently circling on Blake's skin. Though his tone was harsh, his touch was careful. Blake didn't miss this contradiction and smiled knowingly.
"Your ass, cock, and brain aren't ready." Blake seemed to regain his energy, but then sank again. "But I want you to understand me, Ethan. What I'm about to say will ruin me, but I want someone to judge me. At least I've chosen the person who might destroy me, and that's you, Ethan."
"I don't want to get involved in this kind of thing!"
Blake chuckled softly, again moving Ethan's dropped hand to his chest. "Squeeze it, destroy my chest, like you're interrogating me. I want to confess to you; I can't take it anymore. I maintain two versions of myself. This split... it's consuming me. I feel like I can't keep it up... Ethan... I dodged his punch, and he was stunned." Blake's voice became high-pitched, but it was as if he were talking about someone else. "He never thought I could avoid his attack. Then... he went crazy." Unlike his high voice, Blake's blue eyes sank into darkness. "He attacked me wildly, but he was old, and I'd been stronger than him for a while. I just still needed a roof over my head. But that day I felt like I had a grip on my future, had some backing, and in the end I beat him to a pulp. He kept begging beneath me, just like I had countless times under his fists, but he never spared me! So I almost put him in the hospital... and then he kicked me out."
Blake paused for a moment, his Adam's apple moving, then continued breathlessly: "I was so stupid, deserving blame for my foolishness. I hadn't graduated, had no job, no money, but I was arrogant. It was only after I was on my own that I realized how difficult it is to survive alone. I made the wrong decision, sir, punish this dumb jock. He wouldn't even pay my tuition anymore. I needed a place to stay, I applied for loans but... that takes time."
What happened next was a simple connection of dots. Blake had fallen into debt, then started camming. He feared exposing his identity would affect his college career, but not showing his face meant he had one less card to play, so when he received some "special" invitations, he accepted...
"Sometimes I feel... this is what I deserve. My dad always said I was born a mistake, maybe he was right. Maybe that's why I need to be punished."
"And you're still doing it now?"
Ethan increased the pressure on his hand, a vicious feeling crawling up his heart.
"Ha, ah—yes, I'm still doing it! 6 AM training every morning, afternoon workouts, evening homework, occasionally streaming while showering, then calculus, chemistry... weekends are either games or away games. I still want to go out with people—hmm, no regular employer wants an employee who's always asking for time off, and when I can solve my monthly living expenses in three hours... aha, time efficiency is the only consideration. This isn't a moral choice, it's a math problem."
"You're disgusting."
Ethan's words made Blake shudder like he'd been electrocuted. For an instant, his expression seemed pained, but immediately after, that pain was replaced by even stronger excitement. His skin seemed to redden with shame and joy.
"You whore..." Ethan said in a low voice, hoarse and full of malice. Blake's breathing grew heavy, "Ha... ha..." exhaling as if each of Ethan's humiliations were like a whip, striking his soul that longed to be punished.
Ethan reached out, trembling as he grabbed that snake necklace on Blake's chest, pulling Blake's head down until Blake had to lower his head, looking at him with expectant eyes.
"Your body's worth a lot, isn't it?" Ethan's tone was full of mockery. He ran his fingers along the contours of Blake's pecs, then viciously pinched one of Blake's nipples. "Ah!" Blake let out a suppressed moan. Ethan twisted hard, watching Blake's expression contort with pain and pleasure. "Those sugar daddies like jock bodies like yours, all buff and handsome? How much do they pay for a night with you? To use that mouth to lick their dirty cocks?"
Blake clenched his jaw, his body convulsing with pain and pleasure. "Ah... Ethan... boss..." His hoarse voice was like a penitent seeking the lash, his dark eyes flickering with humiliating pain and desire.
"Tell me, you slut," Ethan grabbed Blake's hair, his eyes full of malice—jealousy that Ethan himself hadn't even noticed. "How do those old men play with you? Do they like to lick your nipples? Or do they like to stuff their withered old cocks into your muscular ass? Say it! Do you kneel in front of them like a dog, wagging your tail, begging them to play with you?!"
"They actually, at least half of them, ha... mmm, we don't have hardcore sex, not even direct physical contact. Like they worship my body, suck my nipples... yes, just like you're doing now."
"Like this?" Ethan said, pinching Blake's nipple again.
"Yes, like that! Those old guys pay more than those willing to let me touch them. It's crazy, right? Like 'here's $300 to watch you do push-ups, watch you panting.' Easy money..."
"Prostitute mentality, letting those old perverts pay to watch you pose, and still putting on this act of being the campus heartthrob alpha jock. You're shameless."
"I don't think I'm some fucking alpha."
Blake's defense stung Ethan's nerves. What do you mean you don't think? In Ethan's eyes, Blake constantly carried himself with an "I'm the alpha male" attitude, except he didn't have the massive cock an alpha male should have.
"Ha, you mean you're naturally alpha? Oh, you alpha golden boy now sitting on my knee like a puppy." Ethan grabbed Blake's chin, playing with his handsome face. "Remember who's the master here. Keep talking, how do they play with you?"
"Oral," Blake panted, eyes wide, pupils filled with desire, excited by Ethan's questioning. "Some want me to suck their cocks, some want to suck mine, no anal part. Then there's, ah, then there's some who want me to fuck them..."
"Want you to fuck them?" Ethan roughly pulled up Blake's still-erect penis, chuckling.
"This is your moneymaking tool?" Ethan squeezed Blake's head, rubbing it forcefully. "With this, you can make those old men climax? Make them pay for you?" His tone was full of contempt and malice.
Blake let out a painful moan, "Ah... Ethan... it... it can make you climax..." His voice carried a kind of humble defense, but also a lustful challenge. Ethan's cheeks flushed slightly as he recalled being fucked senseless by Blake last night.
"Hmph, they must be disappointed when you drop your pants." Honestly, Ethan had been somewhat disappointed the first time he saw Blake's erection. He had thought it would be bigger, but Blake's rod was not to be underestimated.
"I've never been insecure about my size. I know I'm not hung like you, but it's not small. In fact, everyone ends up satisfied. You screamed for it too, didn't you? Regardless of what they think when they first see it. Well, that stuff doesn't matter..."
"Answer me honestly! Don't you crave punishment? Be a good slave!" Ethan knew Blake's cock had pleased him, but Ethan was unwilling to admit it or hear about it.
"...Fine, when I drop my pants, some people do feel... disappointed, but some like it that way because it doesn't hurt them too much... but I always make them... make them cry out in the end. It's enough..."
Blake's flushed handsome face looked somewhat distant, not purely from lust. That expression was familiar to Ethan—it was the look of self-loathing he saw in the mirror every day. Ethan had always been hostile toward Blake, but now bringing this radiant hockey star down didn't produce the satisfaction he'd expected. Instead, he felt a strange... sympathy? No, it was a more twisted, darker resonance.
That perfect, muscular, superior Blake, the unworthiness hidden beneath his polished exterior, made something dark pulse within Ethan. Looking at those eyes filled with pain and desire, a crazier thought rose in Ethan's mind. He wanted to see how lewd Blake could become when dominated by him. He wanted to see how frenzied that look of longing for humiliation could get.
"Get down!" Ethan commanded. "Kneel, you prostitute!"
Blake knew what Ethan wanted, and he knew what he himself wanted. He obediently knelt, wearing only his jockstrap and socks, looking up at Ethan submissively. Ethan looked down at Blake kneeling before him, again tasting that sense of power. This once high-and-mighty jock, now kneeling at his feet like a slut, waiting for his judgment.
"Pick up your cock," Ethan commanded.
Blake reached out, trembling, gripping his erect cock protruding from the side of the fabric.
"Hurry up, slut," Ethan's voice was hoarse with desire. "Come for me. With that cock you sell, come for me."
"Ah... Ethan... boss..."
Blake's hips moved rapidly, fucking his hand like he was fucking a pussy.
"Dirty? Of course you're dirty!" Ethan's tone grew more vicious. "You use that mouth to lick those old men's cocks, use that self-important little cock to fuck their asses, then come back to the dorm and suck mine! How much filth has stuck to your mouth?! You're a public toilet, anyone can use you!"
Ethan's humiliation cut into Blake's heart like a knife, deepening his self-loathing and humiliation, but at the same time, that pathological excitement ran through his body like electricity. He craved being trampled by Ethan's more vicious words, dominated by Ethan's thin limbs. He felt truly dirty, needing to be exposed like this, covered by Ethan's malice—he'd had enough of this double life. He wanted his judge—his destroyer.
"Almost there... boss..." Blake's voice was hoarse with desire. "Watch me... watch me cum!"
Ethan watched Blake, feeling his own body growing sensitive from Blake's movements. He felt a heat flowing within him.
Blake let out a low growl, "Ah!" his body jerking violently as hot liquid spurted out, mostly landing on the floor, but some also splashing onto Ethan.
Ethan felt Blake's warm cum hit his body, the sensation both disgusting and exciting. He looked at Blake's face after climax—what a charming guy, damn it! He felt he should stop there, but he couldn't deny the dark pleasure of having power over Blake.
Blake lay on the floor, breathing heavily, his body trembling from orgasm. This once high-and-mighty athlete, now like a slut, had made himself come under Ethan's humiliation and domination.
Ethan looked at Blake's self-degrading state, a thought suddenly flashing through his mind: now, he could do anything to Blake. He could make him kneel, could make him crawl like a dog, he could even... fuck his ass.
That thought ran through Ethan's body like an electric current. Blake's ass, that firm, powerful ass that had made him feel ecstatic yesterday with that "little cock." Now, Ethan's 8.5-inch monster was right here. He could easily turn Blake over, force him to stick his ass up, then ram it in. He could truly dominate Blake with his body, make Blake moan and beg under his huge cock. Ethan could almost feel his cock throbbing, eager to enter Blake's body. He imagined Blake being completely stretched by his size, screaming in pain and pleasure.
However, just as he was about to act, Ethan's body suddenly froze. A image flashed through his mind—Blake's tight crack, that secret, soft entrance, being plowed by those ugly old men, countless cocks trampling that hole...
Disgusting! A strong sense of disgust enveloped Ethan. He would use his proud, clean virgin cock to poke a dirty slut's asshole that had probably been "played with" by many men? That thought made him feel waves of nausea, his stomach churning. He could humiliate Blake, could make him masturbate, could watch him degrade himself like a dog, but to actually enter another man's anus? That crossed his line. It was too... too gay.
Ethan's body trembled slightly from this disgust. He stepped back, distancing himself from Blake. He looked at Blake's eyes, hazy with post-orgasm and eager for continued humiliation, and felt a deeper level of revulsion.
"What's wrong, boss?" Blake asked hoarsely, his tone carrying a hint of challenge. "Think I'm too dirty?"
Ethan didn't answer, just stared at Blake.
Blake slowly got up from the floor. His body was still somewhat weak from the recent orgasm, but his movements remained clean and nimble.
"So this is the true face of the hockey star," Ethan finally spoke, his voice cold and full of malice. "Your ass, how many men have played with it? Is it a worn-out ass, huh?!"
"No! Ethan! My ass... my ass has never been fucked!"
Blake's tone was so intense it made Ethan freeze. He hadn't expected Blake to protest like this. He looked at those blue eyes filled with pain and urgency, doubt rising in his heart. The white noon light from the window shone on Blake's tall body, making him look so strong, attractive, and clean that it was hard to imagine what he had just done, what he had just confessed.
Blake looked at Ethan, his eyes now filled only with self-loathing: "I am a whore, Ethan. I know that, I admit it. I sell my body for money, I lie, I pretend to be glamorous... I'm already dirty."
His tone became cautious: "But at least... at least I can keep a little bit of... I don't know how to say it. Maybe it's an illusion, but it gives me some sense of control over myself. You understand? So each time I said okay, I don't, I haven't been a bottom."
"But you were ready to have your ass stretched by my monster?" Ethan still remembered Blake's provocative words earlier.
"Uh, calm down, big boy." Blake held up both hands and took a few steps back. "Mmm, yesterday, yes. When you showed me that screenshot, I felt like heaven was taking pity on me, my judgment day had finally arrived. And what made me happiest was that it wasn't someone else, it was you, Ethan. From the first moment I saw you, I felt we could be good friends. We have the same... dark places."
"Do you suck your friends' cocks?" Ethan said harshly, but for some reason his heart was filled with joy.
"No, but, I felt you could understand me..." Blake lowered his hands, quickly moving to Ethan's side, pressing Ethan down onto the bed. Ethan felt Blake's warmth and strength, and his still-hard cock. In contrast, Ethan's big guy was still somewhere between soft and hard. Even though Ethan felt he was about to climax from the pleasure of domination, damn it, nothing was going as he wished. He probably did need to exercise, to accept Blake's guidance and training. Blake would do it.
"The first time I saw you, I felt... you could understand. That feeling of being trapped. Ethan, so I wanted to actively get along with you, but I didn't realize this was hurting you. But maybe this is better, so you would humiliate me like that, right?" Blake kissed Ethan's forehead, then looked directly at him. "I wanted to keep myself perfect, to stay in top shape on the ice, to go to college, to have new clothes... My unforgivable greed has soiled me, yet I still perform like a prince in front of others. I hate myself for it. And sooner or later someone will find out, it'll be exposed eventually. I'm afraid of that, but if—if everything I have is ruined, would I finally feel relief?"
In the dorm, the air froze. Ethan and Blake stared at each other, tenderness, desire, and self-loathing spreading between them.
"Then you showed me that screenshot, and I knew my divine punishment—my destiny had arrived. What about you, Ethan? I want to know where your wounds come from..."
"I..." Ethan felt somewhat flustered. "I don't have anything major going on, nothing compared to you. I just, my brother and sister are both excellent, and a big reason I could come here for college is because of their recommendation letters... I'm not really valued at home, that's all."
"But inner pain isn't determined by those kinds of things." Blake's tone was gentle. God, Ethan could hardly believe he had once truly thought this guy was bullying him. But Ethan felt something was off—
"You're bluffing! Didn't you say you were ready for my big cock?!"
"Haha, but your cock isn't ready, is it? And I can't just... especially something monster-sized like that. Uh... and yesterday we both liked... didn't we? I think we could continue—"
"Fuck you!"
Ethan angrily kicked Blake, but it barely affected him. Blake laughed, his eyes growing sharp—that was the gaze of a male predator—
"Boss, your ass is mine. It was deflowered by me yesterday, and I'm going to make you forget what I said about my ass."
Blake pulled down Ethan's pants and underwear, exposing Ethan's skinny but tight buttocks. Ethan felt a chill, his body tensing with shame.
Blake looked at Ethan's ass, his eyes full of desire and dominance. He reached out, gently spreading Ethan's crack to reveal his reddened hole.
"Look at it, boss," Blake's voice was hoarse and full of lust. "My nerd hole. It's waiting for me."
Nerd? Well, Ethan knew he was indeed very nerdy, but having it said out loud was another matter. Perhaps because Ethan had so little contact with people, but in his limited memory this was the first time he'd heard a real person use this word, and the person saying it was outwardly a typical jock. This made Ethan feel like they were playing some kind of kinky role-play. Now his ass was being so nakedly commented on by Blake, making Ethan want to escape, but his body, pinned by Blake, couldn't move at all.
Blake didn't speak further. He bent down, gently pressing his lips against Ethan's hole. Blake's wet, hot tongue licked Ethan's entrance, using his tongue tip to probe Ethan's hole, gently expanding it.
Ethan felt a wave of numbness and trembling, the familiar sensation irresistible. Blake's tongue circled his most sensitive spot, soothing yesterday's pain. Blake licked for a while, ensuring Ethan's hole was wet enough and relaxed. Then he raised his head, looking at Ethan's face, twisted with shame and pleasure.
"Come on, boss," Blake's voice was deep and dominant. "Sit on it."
Blake sat there, patting his thigh for Ethan to sit on. Ethan knew what that meant—that average-sized member was still standing erect, waiting for Ethan to take it.
Ethan wanted to curse, but yesterday's pleasure drove him, making it impossible to refuse. He slowly walked to Blake, who was still half-bent, waiting for him.
Ethan carefully straddled Blake's body, then slowly sat down. He felt Blake's erect cock pressing against his hole. Blake's cock, though not outstanding in length, was thick, especially the head which seemed large. Ethan slowly sat down, that stretching sensation bringing a feeling of fullness.
"Ah..." Ethan let out a suppressed moan.
Blake held Ethan's waist, helping him sit down until Ethan was completely seated on his lap, Blake fully inside him. Ethan felt his body tightly enveloped by Blake, the sensation both intimate and full of dominance.
Ethan sat on Blake's lap, his body trembling slightly from discomfort and pleasure. Blake gently stroked Ethan's back, as if comforting him.
"How does it feel, boss?" Blake's voice was deep and husky. "Your hole, filled with my cock."
Ethan bit his lip, not wanting to make a sound. Blake didn't rush to move, just letting Ethan sit on his lap, keeping them tightly pressed together. Ethan could feel the heat radiating from Blake's body, and Blake's presence inside him.
Suddenly, Blake stood up!
Ethan's body jerked violently, letting out a startled cry, "Ah!" He hadn't expected Blake to suddenly stand. Blake's tall body straightened, while Ethan sat on his lap, legs dangling, his body completely carried by Blake.
Blake's arms tightly held Ethan's slender body, lifting him off the ground. Ethan felt his body completely lose support, all his weight pressing on Blake, and on Blake's cock inside him.
Then Blake began to step, moving slowly around the dorm. Ethan sat on Blake's lap, his body swaying gently with Blake's footsteps. Blake's cock moved slowly inside him, each deep thrust becoming more intense and powerful due to gravity.
Ethan felt his groin, his monster cock, actually responding again to Blake's thrusts. It wasn't fully erect, but harder than before, swaying up and down with Blake's movements inside him, slapping against Blake's defined abs.
"How does it feel, boss?" Blake's voice was husky with desire. "Like being carried and fucked like this? Look at your big guy, he likes it too, doesn't he? He's dancing on my abs."
Ethan felt waves of intense pleasure surging through him, stronger than ever before. Blake's every thrust hammered deep into Ethan, the sensation like being impaled. The gravity made each of Blake's thrusts powerful, hitting his sensitive spot. And his own half-hard monster cock, slapping against Blake's abs with each movement, brought another strange stimulation.
"Aaaahhhh!!" Ethan screamed, his body shaking violently. The pleasure was too intense, his mind blank, reduced to primal desire and moaning. He held tightly to Blake's neck, his body convulsing with pleasure.
Blake carried Ethan, thrusting wildly around the dorm, each thrust perfectly hitting that spot. Ethan felt waves of climax washing over him like a tide, his body completely out of control, spasming.
"Come for me, boss! Come for me!" Blake growled, his voice full of dominance and desire.
Ethan could no longer hold back. With Blake's fierce thrusts, he let out a high-pitched cry, "Ah!" his body convulsing violently as hot cum erupted, shooting onto Blake's abdomen and chest.
Blake jerked inside him, letting out a satisfied growl, "Ah!" also releasing his hot fluid into Ethan.
Blake held Ethan, their bodies pressed tightly together, sweat, cum, and panting mingling. Ethan's body trembled slightly from post-orgasmic exhaustion as he lay against Blake's shoulder, feeling Blake's chest heaving dramatically. His once-again soft monster cock rested on Blake's defined abs.
Blake slowly lowered Ethan, bringing them back to the floor. Blake didn't immediately pull out, just gently pressed Ethan against the wall, keeping their bodies tightly connected. Ethan felt Blake's warm cock still inside him, that filled sensation making him feel satisfied. He looked into Blake's blue eyes, filled with post-play excitement and a tenderness Ethan couldn't quite understand.
Blake withdrew, and Ethan felt a sudden emptiness, followed by a sticky sensation. Hot cum trickled down his thighs.
Blake braced his arms against the wall on either side of Ethan's head, trapping Ethan between himself and the wall. He looked at the cum covering Ethan's body, his eyes again filling with mischief.
"So, boss," Blake smiled, his tone as casual as if he'd just returned from practice, "do you want me to help clean up the seed in your nerd hole, or do you want to go to afternoon class with my seed inside you?"
Ethan's body suddenly stiffened, his face instantly reddening to his neck. Blake was actually asking him this way! Keeping Blake's cum inside him to attend afternoon class?! The thought made Ethan feel waves of disgust and shame. He couldn't imagine sitting in class with Blake's semen still flowing inside him.
"Clean it!" Ethan almost shouted, his voice hoarse and urgent.
Blake smiled, his eyes full of satisfaction. He knew where Ethan's boundaries were. He was about to say something when suddenly—
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of urgent knocks erupted in the quiet dorm.
Ethan's body jerked violently, his eyes filled with terror. Someone! Someone was at the door! He immediately thought of how he and Blake looked right now—naked, covered in cum, having just done that! If someone found out... his world would completely collapse!
Ethan's heart pounded like a drum, his body trembling slightly with fear. He nervously looked toward the door, then at Blake, his eyes full of panic and pleading.
Blake seemed completely unconcerned about the knocking, just raising an eyebrow, his face showing slight confusion. He looked at Ethan's panicked state, the teasing on his face disappearing, replaced by a reassuring expression.
"Hey, relax, man," Blake said softly, patting Ethan's cheek. "It's probably just someone delivering something."
"Delivering what?!" Ethan's voice trembled. He couldn't believe Blake was so calm.
Blake didn't answer, just straightened up and walked toward the door. Ethan watched Blake, naked, walking leisurely toward the door, his panic increasing. Was he crazy?! Was he going to open the door like that?!
"Blake! Put some clothes on!" Ethan called in a low voice.
Blake didn't stop, just turned back to smile at Ethan. "It's fine, boss. Just a friend."
Ethan felt helpless as he watched Blake walk to the door and open it. Outside stood another muscular guy wearing a hockey team jacket, holding a paper bag.
Ethan's nerves were stretched to the limit. He didn't dare breathe, afraid the guy would notice Blake's nakedness and what had happened in the dorm. However, the guy seemed completely unfazed by Blake's nudity, not even changing his expression. He just handed the paper bag to Blake, casually said something, then Blake took the bag, said thanks, and the guy turned and left.
The whole process took less than ten seconds, as casual as if Blake opened the door naked to receive deliveries every day.
Blake closed the door, holding the paper bag, and turned to Ethan. His expression returned to that sunny and relaxed look.
"See, boss," Blake said with a smile, waving the bag. "Lunch. I contacted Mike earlier during class to bring it. Knew you hadn't eaten."
Ethan still stood by the wall, his body trembling slightly. He looked at Blake's nonchalant face, his mind full of confusion and disbelief. How could he be so calm?! How could he open the door naked?! Did that guy really not notice anything?!
Blake walked to Ethan, placed the bag on the table, then took out two massive sandwiches. He opened one, revealing the rich filling.
"Starving, right?" Blake said, bringing the sandwich to Ethan's lips. "Here, eat something."
Ethan's body stiffened. He looked at Blake's handsome face so close, at the sandwich in Blake's hand. The hunger and the temptation of food passed from Blake made it impossible to refuse.
Ethan opened his mouth and took a bite of the sandwich. Blake watched him eat, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
Blake picked up the other sandwich, taking a big bite, speaking with his mouth full: "Whew, starving. Morning training plus... plus giving you that blowjob in the classroom, and just now, really drains your energy."
Ethan felt his cheeks burning. Blake was so casually mentioning what had happened in the classroom.
Blake walked to the bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard, contentedly eating his sandwich. He was still naked, showing off his solid chest and abs. His legs were casually stretched out, that average-sized cock just resting on his thigh.
Ethan hesitated, then moved to Blake's side, nibbling at his sandwich. The dorm fell into a strange calm—two naked men, having just had intense sex, now sitting together eating lunch like the most ordinary friends.
Blake finished his sandwich with a satisfied sigh. He turned to look at Ethan, who was still taking small bites of his sandwich, his eyes somewhat distant.
"Ethan," Blake began, his voice becoming somewhat serious, "what I told you earlier is all true."
Ethan's body stiffened. He knew what Blake wanted to say. He put down his sandwich and looked at Blake.
Blake looked deeply at Ethan, his tone sincere: "I've never told anyone these things. I originally wanted to find legitimate part-time work, but just with my current schedule I'm already struggling. I need rest too." He shrugged. "Plus I need to plan for the future. If I can't become a professional player, at least my major can help me find a good job. I need to make sure I can repay my loans immediately after graduation, and have emergency funds. This world won't give me a second chance."
Blake didn't need to be this frank with him, Ethan thought, looking at Blake. Blake, as if seeing through Ethan's mind, flashed a mischievous grin.
"Oh no!" Blake suddenly used an exaggerated dramatic tone, covering his forehead with one hand in a classic "fainting" pose. "I, this stupid muscle-brained jock, have told my biggest secret to my skinny roommate nerd!"
He deliberately made his voice deep and dull: "Uh... should I now say 'please don't tell anyone, I'll do anything'?" Blake winked. "Then you'd say 'anything?' and I'd bite my lip and nod..."
"Wait, I'm not acting dumb enough." Blake cleared his throat, making his voice even more hollow: "Hey bro, you won't tell anyone about this, even though you don't have any reliable evidence, and no friends who'd listen to you anyway. That trash group—don't think I haven't seen it—rumors there blow away like the wind, everyone forgets quickly, but I still beg you not to tell, right? We're brothers!"
He deliberately scratched his head, pretending to be confused. "Oh! Almost forgot the most important line—" Blake put on a horrified expression. "'But I'm not gay! I have a girlfriend! This is just... just mutual help between bros!'"
That's not how it is at all! How come it's always me getting fucked then? Ethan thought angrily, looking at Blake's teasing handsome face. He grew angrier, though also somewhat excited.
"Shut up!" Ethan blushed. "You think you're so smart? If you really wanted to be a slave begging for punishment like you said, you should be wagging your ass begging me! Not like you just did!"
"So the script needs rewriting?"
Blake flashed an adorable smile that made Ethan's heart pound. If they kept chatting like friends like this, and Ethan completely fell for Blake, Ethan thought, perhaps then he wouldn't be able to humiliate and dominate Blake like this. If that happened, would Blake still treat him as someone special?
"I should put a collar and cage on you, then spread your ass in front of your teammates and coach, make you give up being human—"
Suddenly, the temperature in the dorm seemed to drop.
Blake's gaze seemed to switch channels, from warm teasing light to cold steel blue. He didn't dodge Ethan's hand, instead allowing that skinny hand to rest on his chest.
"Ethan." His voice dropped eight octaves, each word seeming to vibrate from deep in his chest.
The air suddenly thickened. Blake slowly, forcefully gripped Ethan's wrist. Not roughly, but with enough strength to make Ethan acutely aware of the power difference between them.
"You think you can really control me, Ethan?" Blake's voice grew deep and resonant, radiating aggression. "You think I'd let you manipulate me like some idiot in those stories?"
Danger signals, Ethan's instinctive danger signals were screaming, but he was frozen like a frog hypnotized by a snake.
"But maybe this is what I really need. If I didn't want it, I'd fight until one of us broke." Blake suddenly nuzzled affectionately against Ethan's curly hair, his tone still forceful—Ethan understood Blake's meaning.
"You want someone to ruin you—to punish you, to let you breathe in your current life. But you don't want to be truly tamed, you want to continue your shitty whore life and hold onto your dreams?"
Blake smiled bitterly, touching Ethan's forehead as he said: "Yes, I'm that despicable, greedy guy."
"And I'm just a tool to satisfy your twisted desires!"
"No, you're my intimate roommate, and, my destined one." Blake said softly, as if not wanting Ethan to hear. "As for my ass, damn, I'm going to make you forget it, forget what I said. Next time, next time, I won't go easy on you, boss. I'll make you beg me."
This Greek god had recovered his mind from the lust, then tried to maintain his accustomed role. Ethan rolled his eyes sarcastically: "Typical jock masculinity bullshit. Save it, your 'masculinity' doesn't compare to mine. It's such crap, just now with one finger you'd be riding my big cock, even soft you'd ride it, you're even afraid I'd think your ass is dirty! Damn, I hesitated, and now that you're satisfied, you start talking this crap about not wanting to bottom."
Ethan deliberately put on a look of contempt, which made Blake slightly flustered.
"Oh, well, boss, I admit I just changed my mind, but you'll eventually earn it." Blake hesitated, sounding somewhat guilty, as if he'd made some decision. But soon his voice became teasing again: "But what made you stop earlier? When I'd already accepted you could take my ass? Bad virgin complex? Hmm, I want you to crave it until you can't think, desperately want to pin me down, then get what you want regardless of everything. By then... if I haven't made you forget your desire for my ass, that cherry will be plucked by you. Ethan, can you imagine it, a handsome, tall, strong jock selling his body, but his cherry ass still waiting for you..."
Blake's words were like whispering in Ethan's ear, making Ethan feel both angry at Blake's evasion and incredibly excited.
"You're a shameless whore, you're pretending to submit, and you want me to believe your obedience!"
"Maybe." Blake relaxed his tone slightly, finishing his sandwich. "Besides, size isn't everything. Your big guy isn't firm enough, we both know I'm more capable in that department. Right, boss?"
"You stripper, not good enough in size so you brag about your sexual prowess in other ways. Sooner or later your ass will be stretched by a real cock, just wait!"
Ethan glared at Blake, continuing to munch on his sandwich. The dorm quieted, with only chewing sounds and faint laughter from the distant hallway.
Blake was eating too, but his movements gradually slowed. His gaze occasionally flicked toward Ethan, then quickly away. He put down his sandwich, rubbing the back of his neck—a habit when he was nervous.
"Hey..." Blake began, his voice lower than before. "You know... those things I said earlier..."
He paused, his fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of the bedsheet.
"I mean, I dumped all this mess on you, you must think..." Blake gave a bitter smile. "Fuck, I don't even know what I'm doing. Dragging you into my mess."
He took a deep breath, finally looking up at Ethan: "Do you think I'm... disgusting? Making money doing those things, then pretending to be some campus star?"
Blake radiated strong self-negation and insecurity. Ethan thought of some cruel things he could do, perhaps continuing to call Blake "dirty," "low," "pig," insulting him to his face. Although Blake seemed to think he still had control over everything, he had opened his vulnerabilities to Ethan. Ethan could use these to destroy him, just as Blake seemed to hope. But he stopped. He couldn't escape Blake's gaze, or his own thoughts. He somewhat resisted his inner impulse, but found he was losing almost all reason to hate Blake, as well as something he'd been ignoring all along—Blake said Ethan had been sneaking looks at him, so he thought Ethan liked him. Damn it, Blake was right, and Ethan hated this fact. Just as Blake said he hoped all his calculations, his carefully maintained surface life would completely collapse and be held accountable, Ethan also hoped for some violence, some storm-like violence to break his life, stir up his stagnant existence, make him forget his hateful self. Those insults should stay in their "game." He should tell Blake what he really thought—
"You know what," he finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, "I spent so much time hating you, thinking you had everything. You look like you've been kissed by the gods, perfect body, friends, girls, everyone revolving around you... I thought your life was as glossy as an Instagram photo."
"I've never posted on Instagram—uh, I posted a few photos in high school and then stopped."
"It's a metaphor!"
Ethan was slightly annoyed by Blake's interruption. But he put down his sandwich and was silent for a long time. He stared at his hands, seemingly organizing his thoughts.
"But what you just said... this is all bullshit, right? Blake, you're desperately maintaining an illusion that doesn't even exist. Your life is actually a complete disaster, but you're still climbing, even though you're in an abyss."
"You're fighting, you're laughing at life being shit." Ethan's voice trembled slightly. "And me? I spend all day scrolling through hateful online messages, doing nothing but hoping everyone I hate would disappear. Yes, I was sneaking looks at you, watching and waiting for you to mess up, wanting to prove you're nothing special—fuck you! Because you're too brilliant! You had to be an evil bullying bastard, bullying your poor roommate Ethan all day—otherwise I, otherwise I couldn't survive in your light. If you didn't take me seriously, I'd feel even worse."
Blake's eyes flickered as he quietly waited for Ethan to continue.
"You're disgusting, but you're tenacious. You're dirty, but shit, in my eyes you're still so radiant."
Blake's expression froze, his eyes wide, as something went "plop, plop" and fell. He suddenly reached out, pulling Ethan tightly into his arms. Ethan felt Blake's solid body pressed tightly against his, Blake's chest rising and falling dramatically with emotion. Blake's head buried in the crook of his neck, making low, emotion-filled sounds. Ethan was caught off guard by Blake's sudden embrace, but he didn't resist. He felt Blake's body trembling as they held each other naked in the small space of their dorm room.
