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The clanging of weights filled the gym, a pulsing rhythm blending with the sweat and heat in the air. Marco and Luca, lifelong friends, trained together every Saturday. Both in their mid-twenties, they had chiseled bodies honed by years of lifting. Marco was a mountain of muscle: nearly six-foot-two, broad shoulders, a massive chest that strained his shirts to the breaking point, biceps like steel cables. His face was rugged, with a square jaw lined with a short black beard, piercing brown eyes that always seemed to challenge, and short, wavy black hair often hidden under a baseball cap. Luca was leaner, six feet of defined, agile muscle, abs carved like marble, strong, sculpted legs. His face was almost model-like: high cheekbones, blue eyes that caught the light, full lips that broke into an easy smile, and messy light brown hair that fell over his eyes. They were straight, or so they’d always claimed, their banter revolving around girls, beers, and club nights. But that day, something dark was brewing in Marco’s mind.
His girlfriend, Sofia, was driving him insane. Twenty days without sex, petty arguments, and a frustration that made his temples throb. His balls, as he put it, were “about to fucking explode.” As Luca finished a set of squats, Marco watched him with a new, almost predatory focus. Luca’s tight shorts hugged his firm ass, his muscular thighs flexing with every move. Though Marco considered himself straight, he couldn’t ignore how… perfect Luca was. His full lips, slightly parted as he panted, his flushed face from exertion, those blue eyes that seemed to beg without knowing it—everything was suddenly enticing.
I can’t do it here, not in the gym. Too risky. But fuck, look at him. Always here, always available. I could use him. Not as a friend. As a mouth, a hole. Something to get off with. But I gotta be smart. If I force him, he’ll bolt. I need to make him think he wants it, that he’s offering it. Once he gives in, he’s mine. My personal slut.
The plan took shape in his mind. He’d get Luca to his place, away from prying eyes. There, he’d play the desperation card: tell him Sofia was killing him, that he hadn’t cum in twenty days, that jerking off wasn’t enough. He’d beg Luca, leaning on their friendship. “Just a blowjob, bro, to help me out. No one will know. I won’t cum in your mouth, I promise.” A lie, of course. Once Luca gave in, Marco would “lose control,” shoving his cock down his throat, filling his mouth with cum. And after? It’d be easy. Once Luca did it, shame would trap him. Every blowjob would be a step toward something more. I’ll turn him into my bitch, slowly, and he won’t be able to say no.
“Hey, Luca, nice set,” Marco said, his voice deliberately casual as Luca wiped sweat from his brow. “Wanna come over after? Game, beers, chill?”
Luca grinned, oblivious. “Fuck yeah, I’m in. I’ll bring chips.”
“Perfect, bro,” Marco replied, a smirk hidden in his eyes.
An hour later, they were in Marco’s living room, sprawled on the couch with cold beers in hand. The game on TV was just background noise. Marco waited for the right moment, then let out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. “Fuck, Luca, I’m wrecked.”
Luca glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up? Sofia fucking with you again?”
Marco nodded, his tone calculated to sound desperate. Hit his emotions. “She hasn’t fucked me in twenty days, man. Twenty. My balls are killing me, I swear. I jerk off, but it’s not the same. I don’t get off. I need…” He paused, letting the silence do its work. “…I need a mouth, or a hole. Something real.”
Luca laughed, uneasy, trying to lighten the mood. “Fuck, Marco, hit up Tinder, man. Or wait for Sofia to chill.”
Marco shook his head, his eyes locked on Luca, intense. Don’t let up, make him feel guilty. “It’s not that easy, bro. And who can I trust? Some random chick? Nah. I need someone who gets it, someone… like you.”
Luca froze, the beer halfway to his mouth. “What the fuck are you saying, Marco? I’m not gay, you know that.”
“Neither am I,” Marco said quickly, raising his hands to calm him. Perfect, he’s wavering. Push harder. “But we’re bros, right? You wouldn’t help a friend in need? I’m fucking losing it, Luca. Just a blowjob, nothing more. Just to get me off. I won’t tell a soul, and you don’t have to do anything else. I promise I won’t cum in your mouth, okay? I’ll pull out. But you gotta do it right, or it’s pointless.”
Luca was floored. “Fuck, Marco, no, it’s too weird. It’s… fucking gross. I’m not that guy.”
Marco leaned closer, placing a hand on Luca’s shoulder, the gesture friendly but with a pressure that said more. You’re almost there, Luca. You’ll cave. “Please, man. I’m dying here. Just this once, to help me out. You’re my best friend. No one will ever know. And… fuck, I’ll owe you forever.”
Luca felt trapped. His loyalty to Marco, the guilt over his “desperation,” was tearing him apart. After a silence that felt like an eternity, he looked down, his voice shaky. “Fuck… okay. But just this once. And you don’t cum in my mouth, got it? Swear it.”
Marco nodded, hiding a triumphant grin. Got him. “Promise, bro. You’re a lifesaver.”
They moved to the bedroom. Marco sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, his massive frame relaxed but commanding. He unzipped his jeans, letting his boxers fall. His cock, already hard and swollen, jutted out like a weapon, throbbing, veins bulging. Luca stood frozen, his face pale, his blue eyes wide. The humiliation was choking him. Kneeling before Marco, his best friend, in such an intimate position was a degradation he’d never imagined. His legs trembled as he lowered himself, the cold floor biting his knees. His stomach churned, shame burning his chest. Am I really doing this? he thought, his heart pounding.
“Move it, Luca,” Marco said, his voice low, authoritative. “Don’t make me wait.”
Luca swallowed, his face on fire. “Fuck, Marco, I don’t even know where to start,” he muttered, his voice breaking.
“Grab it first,” Marco replied, a crooked smile on his face. “It doesn’t bite.”
With trembling hands, Luca reached for Marco’s cock. The first touch was like a shock: the skin hot, hard, alien. It wasn’t his, and the idea of touching another guy made him flush violently. He gripped it lightly, feeling the heat and rigidity under his fingers. The humiliation crashed over him, but he did it for Marco, to help him. It’s just a friend in need, he told himself, but the shame screamed he was doing something wrong, something he’d never imagined.
“Good, like that,” Marco said, his voice thick with pleasure. “Now… put it in your mouth.”
Luca closed his eyes, disgust tightening his throat. He leaned in, his breath short, and opened his mouth, letting the tip of Marco’s cock brush his lips. The salty taste, the invasive heat, hit him like a punch. He took it in slowly, feeling every inch fill his mouth. It was too much, too fucking weird. Marco’s hands settled on his head, strong fingers weaving through his light brown hair. Luca recognized the move: it was the same one he’d used countless times with his girls, guiding them, controlling them. Now he was on the other side, and the humiliation nearly broke him. I’m doing what I made my chicks do, he thought, disgust twisting his gut.
“Easy, bro,” Marco said, his voice a low growl. “Do it right.”
Luca struggled to breathe, but Marco’s slow, relentless rhythm didn’t let up. Every so often, he felt the cock push deeper, like Marco was dragging him toward his pubes. Gags caught him off guard, the hard, hot rod invading his mouth. He coughed, his eyes watering, but Marco didn’t let go.
“Fuck, relax,” Marco said, gripping his hair. “You’re killing it.”
At one point, Marco stopped him, pulling his cock out slowly. Luca gasped, his face red, spit dripping down his chin. “Hold up, bro,” Marco said, his voice calm but with a hidden intent. “Sofia does this thing that drives me fucking wild. She licks my whole cock, balls too, gives it a full spit bath: starts at the balls, licks them, then takes each nut in her mouth, sucks gently. Then she moves up, licking the whole shaft, up to the head, the frenulum… goes up and down, licking everything. Then back to the blowjob. That’s how I like it, bro. Otherwise, I don’t get off fully.”
Luca’s eyes widened, panic gripping his chest. “Fuck, Marco, no, that’s too much,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I can’t do… that shit. It’s disgusting.”
Marco tilted his head, his tone turning pleading. Hit the guilt. “Come on, Luca, you’re my best friend. You’re helping me out, right? I know it’s weird, but it’s just this once. I wanna get off properly, or what’s the point? Please, bro, do it for me.”
Luca felt choked by shame. I’m already doing this fucked-up shit, he thought, what’s the difference? But the idea of licking Marco’s cock like some pornstar made his stomach churn. He pictured his exes, the girls he’d made kneel and lick him the same way. Now he was in their place, and the humiliation was crushing. “Fuck, Marco, don’t make me,” he muttered, his voice trembling.
“Please, Luca,” Marco pressed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re the only one who can save me. No one will know, I swear. Just this once.”
Luca closed his eyes, his heart pounding. With a lump in his throat, he nodded. “Okay… but that’s it, got it?”
Marco smiled, triumph hidden in his eyes. “You’re the man, bro.”
Luca leaned in again, his face burning. With trembling hands, he started licking, beginning at Marco’s balls. The rough, hot skin made him gag, but he forced himself to keep going. His tongue grazed the nuts, the salty, musky taste overwhelming his senses. This is fucking gross, he thought, I’m licking another guy’s balls. He took one nut in his mouth, sucking gently, disgust twisting his gut. Marco groaned, a low, satisfied sound. “Fuck, yeah, just like that.”
Luca moved to the other nut, every move a humiliation that broke him. Then he licked up the shaft, the taut skin hot under his tongue. He reached the head, licking the frenulum as Marco described. The taste was stronger there, and he fought another gag. He went up and down, spit dripping down his chin, every lick a stab at his dignity. This is what I made them do, he thought, and now I’m the slut.
“Perfect, bro,” Marco said, his voice dripping with pleasure. “Now get it back in your mouth.”
Dazed, Luca resumed the blowjob, Marco’s cock filling his mouth again. Marco set a slow, relentless pace, pushing deeper every so often, like he wanted Luca’s face buried in his pubes. Gags hit Luca, the hard, hot rod overwhelming him. “Relax, fuck,” Marco said, gripping his hair. “You’re a fucking champ.”
Then, without warning, the tip hit Luca’s throat. He pulled back, coughing hard, Marco’s fluids and his spit dripping down his chin in sticky streams. “Fuck, Marco, watch it!” he yelled, his voice hoarse. “You’re choking me!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Marco said, raising his hands in a fake apology. “You’re too good, bro. You make me lose focus. I’m enjoying this too much. I’ll be careful, I promise. Keep going.”
Luca, shaken, nodded, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He resumed, more cautious, but Marco had other plans. Slowly, he guided his cock back toward Luca’s throat, inch by inch. Luca’s eyes widened, panic gripping his chest, as he realized he was inches from Marco’s chiseled abs. His nose brushed the taut skin, the musky scent of sweat and masculinity overwhelming him. Marco’s heavy balls grazed his chin, a contact that made him shudder with shame.
“Breathe through your nose,” Marco ordered, his voice firm, holding him there. “Fucking perfect, man. You’re killing it, taking it all the way.”
Luca tried to obey, his breath short and ragged, his eyes wide and teary. Marco held him there for a few seconds, savoring the control, then pulled back, keeping his cock in Luca’s mouth. But not for long: with a slow thrust, he went back into Luca’s throat, forcing him to endure the invasion again.
When his orgasm neared, Marco made sure his cock was deep in Luca’s mouth, but not in his throat, so he could taste his cum. “Fuck, Luca, I’m there…” he groaned, pretending to lose control. Luca felt Marco’s cock pulse on his tongue, a rhythmic throb, then a torrent of cum flooded his mouth. It was like molten lava, slimy, with a bitter, salty, slightly metallic taste that seared his taste buds. The sensation was overwhelming: the hot, thick liquid filled his mouth, sliding down his throat before he could stop it. The humiliation crashed over him. My friend’s cum… it’s going down my body, he thought, shame gripping his chest. He tried to resist, but Marco’s hands, firm in his hair, held him in place, pretending not to notice the inevitable. Luca, trapped, swallowed, the bitter taste lingering in his throat, a mark of his degradation.
When Marco finally let go, Luca pulled back, coughing, his face red, his eyes red and teary. His lips were swollen, cum dripping from the corners of his mouth, sliding down his chin in sticky strands. Marco looked at him, satisfied, and played the gratitude card. “Fuck, Luca, you were incredible,” he said, his voice full of fake admiration. “You saved me, bro. That was fucking amazing. You can get better, but… damn, you’re a god.”
Luca, still on the floor, didn’t respond. Shame was eating him alive. Marco leaned down, placed a hand on his shoulder, and pulled him up to sit beside him on the bed. A strand of cum slid from Luca’s chin, landing on his chiseled pec, another blow to his dignity. “Bro, you were unreal,” Marco continued, his tone warm, reassuring. “A friend like you is one in a million. You’re fucking unique. I’ll never forget this.”
Luca looked down, his voice trembling. “Don’t… don’t tell anyone, okay? And this can’t happen again.”
“Of course, bro,” Marco said, a smile hidden. “My word. It’s our secret.”
But in his mind, Marco was already planning the next move. Tomorrow, Luca. Tomorrow you’ll give me your second blowjob. And then… we’ll go further. He’d found his personal slut, and he wasn’t letting go. Luca, still shaken, had no idea what was coming.
