Uninvited Guest

Mark woke with a groan, his body aching. He tried to shift, to sit up, but a dull, throbbing soreness deep inside his ass stopped him. He realized with a jolt of mortification that his cousin’s massive cock was still buried inside him. Mark’s face flushed hotly. He risked a glance at John, saw he was still sleeping soundly, and let out a shaky breath of relief. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Mark carefully levered himself up, using muscles sore from the previous night’s abuse, and slowly, painstakingly worked John’s thick, semi-soft cock out of his body. Even partially flaccid, the separation caused a loud, wet pop, as if his own body was reluctant to let go of John’s imposing shaft. Mark almost cried out again, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth before scrambling out of the bedroom.

After showering away the grime and filth of the night before, Mark emerged from the bathroom to find the bedroom empty. He checked his phone. A text from John: “Mark, Sarah called. Gotta head back. Catch you later.” Mark stared at the phone, the memory of the night’s depravity washing over him, leaving a strange, conflicted feeling churning in his gut.

A week later…

John Caine, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, knocked on Mark’s front door.

After a long moment, the door opened. Mark looked surprised to see him. "John? What are you doing back so soon?"

John grinned, flashing white teeth. "Pulled off something big back at base. Brass gave me some extra R&R!" His eyes swept over Mark, taking in the fact that he was wearing only a pair of very short athletic shorts, shirtless, his face flushed. "You okay, Mark? Face is kinda red."

Mark flustered, quickly stepping aside. "Uh… fine. Just… working out. Come on in."

John stepped inside, his gaze immediately falling on Alex lounging insolently on the sofa. "Huh? Hey, I remember you… you're one of Mark's students, right?"

Alex stretched lazily, looking John up and down with an uncomfortably appraising stare. "Mr. Davis's cousin, back again? Lookin' even more buff since last time. Military life agrees with you."

John felt a prickle of annoyance. There was something off about this kid – too cocky, too disrespectful, not like any student he remembered. And the way Alex was looking at him… it wasn't right. It made John vaguely uncomfortable, even though he couldn't put his finger on why. He wasn't some chick to be stared at like that.

Shifting his gaze away from Alex, John turned back to Mark. "Yeah, well, got back to an empty house. Turns out Sarah and Megan planned some girls' trip while I was gone. Place felt dead quiet, figured I'd come crash here for a bit. Hope you don't mind?"

Mark managed a weak punch to John's arm. "Don't give me that crap. Just say you were lonely!"

John grinned, catching Mark's fist easily, pulling him slightly closer. He lowered his voice. "Seriously though, what's this kid doing hanging out at your place?"

Mark flushed again, stammering, "N-nothing. Just… helping him train…" Feeling John’s warm breath close by, the raw male scent of him, Mark couldn’t stop the memory of that night, of John’s massive cock… He quickly pulled back, stepping towards the kitchen. "You hungry? Haven't eaten, right? I can whip something up."

John shrugged, oblivious. "Yeah, sure. Nothing fancy."

As Mark disappeared into the kitchen, Alex, still lounging on the sofa, caught his eye and gave a subtle, knowing wink. Then he pushed himself up and followed Mark. "Need a hand, Mr. Davis?"

Once inside the kitchen, Alex shut the door behind them. In the next instant, his hand shot out, roughly grabbing Mark through his thin shorts. "Fuck, you're already dripping wet just from your cousin showing up? Cock’s hard too. Getting ideas about him now, are you, slut?"

Mark flinched, terrified John might overhear. "Alex… Daddy… please… not here… My cousin will hear…"

"Let him hear. Better yet, let him see what a pathetic cock-hungry whore you are!" Alex sneered, unmoved.

Mark felt helpless. "Just… let me make the food first…"

Alex laughed darkly. "You cook, I play. Your cousin showing up interrupted my plans for you."

Mark felt his own body betraying him again, another wave of heat pooling in his gut. He nodded numbly, his face burning.

Mark's kitchen had frosted glass panels on the upper cabinets and the door – Megan’s design choice, so she could see her husband while she cooked for him, she'd said.

From the sofa, John glanced towards the kitchen. Through the frosted glass, he could vaguely see one figure bent over, seemingly rummaging in a lower cabinet, while another figure stood closely behind, hips subtly rocking back and forth. Weird way to cook, John thought briefly, a flicker of suspicion crossing his mind. But he wasn't one to overthink things. Still, that kid Alex gave him a weird vibe.

It took over half an hour before Mark and Alex emerged from the kitchen. Mark looked wrecked – his face flushed, breathing heavily, his clothes slightly askew. John couldn't help but chuckle. "Damn, Mark. Looks like Megan does all the cooking around here usually, huh? Making one meal wiped you out."

Mark felt his face burn even hotter. He mumbled something noncommittal and quickly sat down, avoiding John's eyes.

John still hadn't sat down when his phone rang. "You guys go ahead and eat," he said, "I gotta take this." He stepped outside onto the small balcony to take the call. Alex watched him go, a predatory smirk touching his lips as his hand slipped into his pocket.

When John came back inside, Alex handed him an already opened can of beer. "Here you go, Mr. Caine." John, thirsty after the phone call, mumbled thanks and took a long drink, downing more than half the can in one go. His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically, a trickle of beer escaping down his strong throat, darkening the collar of his t-shirt and drawing attention to his broad chest. Alex watched the rugged soldier, anticipation tightening in his gut.

After a quick meal, Alex started probing. "So, Mr. Caine, Mr. Davis mentioned you've been married a while? Why come crash here instead of heading straight home to the missus after being away so long?"

John frowned slightly. "Called her already. She's out of town. Came here first."

Alex dragged out an "Ohhh," his smirk widening. "Man, must be tough, being stuck on base all that time. Holding it all in. Finally get back and the wife's gone? Bet you're about ready to explode, huh?" He suggestively rubbed his own crotch again.

John's dislike for Mark's student intensified. What kind of punk kid goes to a good school like Sunnyvale? "It's fine," he replied coldly.

But Alex pressed on, leaning closer. "Come on, man. We're all guys here. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Let me see what you're working with!" He reached out as if to grab John's crotch.

John snapped. His large, calloused hand shot out, clamping down hard on Alex's wrist. He glared at the teenager, his eyes cold. Alex struggled briefly but couldn't break the iron grip. “Damn, this soldier's strong,” he thought, realizing he might need to adjust his plan. He forced a smile. "Hey, easy there, Mr. Caine. Just joking around. Don't get bent out of shape."

John released Alex's arm with a disgusted shove. He hated this kid. He didn't bother replying, just leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to ignore him. Alex watched him, a malicious glint in his eyes. Enjoy acting tough while you can.

Mark washed dishes in the kitchen, his mind racing. John showing up like this… did he suspect anything? God, he couldn't control himself around his cousin…

The rest of the evening passed in strained silence. When it was time for bed, Mark hesitated. They only had the master bedroom and the sofa bed. Alex spoke up first. "No worries. Me and Mr. Caine can share the guest room. Two guys, no big deal, right?"

Mark immediately distrusted the suggestion, remembering Alex's constant manipulations. Was he planning something with John too? But then he looked at John's solid, powerful build. Alex was just a teenager; even a fit one was no match for a trained soldier like John. "Uh, yeah. Okay. You two can take the spare room," Mark finally agreed.

John clearly wasn't happy about it. He pulled Mark aside, whispering, "Why isn't he going home? Isn't it weird having a student stay over like this?"

Mark mumbled an excuse. "He had a fight with his parents. It's fine. I'll talk to him tomorrow."

John reluctantly agreed, seeing no other easy option.

Once in the spare room, Alex immediately sprawled on one of the twin beds, feigning exhaustion. John watched him warily for a moment, saw no suspicious moves, and prepared for bed himself. He hesitated, then decided against his usual habit of sleeping naked, pulling on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt before lying down.

Sometime later, John felt a sharp sting on his cheek. He struggled to open his eyes. Alex was leaning over him, staring intently, wearing only boxer briefs, a massive bulge straining against the fabric.

Instantly alert, John tried to sit up, but his limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Panic surged through him. "What… what the fuck are you doing?!" he rasped, his voice weak.

Alex smirked down at him. "Relax, Mr. Caine. Just gave you a little something to help you unwind. Spritzed a little something extra in the room too."

John gritted his teeth, trying to summon his strength, but could barely push himself up onto one elbow. He looked down and was horrified to see his pajama top and bottoms were gone, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. He glared up at Alex, fury burning in his eyes despite his helplessness. "What the hell do you want?!"

Alex didn't answer immediately, his eyes slowly, lasciviously raking over John’s powerful body, exposed and vulnerable before him. John’s broad, dark chest rose and fell with his angry breaths, a thick patch of hair trailing down his abdomen into his underwear. Even flaccid, his cock was impressively large.

The sight clearly aroused Alex. He let out a low, appreciative chuckle. "What do I want? Isn't it obvious? I want to play with you." With that, he ripped open the front of his own boxers. His thick, dark, veiny cock sprang free, already leaking a thick drop of precum that landed squarely on John’s furious face.

Alex grabbed his erection, holding it inches from John's face, completely unfazed by the murderous glare directed at him. He let his cock bounce against John's cheek. "Pop," went the sound, smearing more slick fluid onto John's skin.

Humiliation burned through John. He was a grown man, a soldier used to command and respect. Now he was trapped, helpless, under the power of this punk kid. He fought back the fury, gritting his teeth. "Alex," he ground out, his voice low and dangerous despite his weakness, "I'm warning you. Stop this now, and maybe I'll forget it happened. Keep going, and you'll regret it."

Alex feigned fear, widening his eyes dramatically. "Ooh, scary soldier man gonna hurt little ol' me?" But his actions belied his words as he deliberately slapped his hard cock repeatedly against John’s face.

John’s face was smeared with the slickness from Alex’s cock, the pungent, musky male scent filling his nostrils. Strangely, amidst the fury and humiliation, the smell wasn’t entirely repulsive. There was something… primal about it? That thought jolted him. He remembered Alex’s words about giving him something, spraying something in the room. Drugs. Aphrodisiacs. Realization hit him like a cold fist. Fear mixed with the rage – trapped, drugged, and completely powerless. He wanted to tear the kid apart, but he couldn't even lift his head properly. He could only glare hatefully at Alex.

Alex, completely unfazed by the venom in John’s eyes, gripped his cock firmly, aiming the head at John's mouth, clearly intending to force it inside. But John clamped his jaw shut, teeth clenched tight, refusing.

Alex struggled for a moment, unable to pry John’s mouth open. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Still fighting? Don't open up? Fine. Maybe I'll just go next door. Wake up your precious little cousin. Let him see his big, strong soldier cousin helpless and pathetic under some other man's cock. Let him watch while I—"

John flinched violently. The thought of Mark – his cousin who looked up to him – seeing him like this… The shame was unbearable. Humiliation was one thing, but destroying his image in Mark’s eyes… He rationalized it as protecting his dignity, his status. Reluctantly, hating himself for his weakness, John slowly unclenched his jaw, parting his lips just slightly.

Alex smirked triumphantly, then roughly shoved his cock into John's mouth. "Get a good taste of Daddy's cock now," he hissed. "Remember it. Use your tongue. You bite down, even once, and you'll really regret it."

"Mmph… mmm…" John gagged, forced to accept the thick intrusion. His tongue, almost against his will, began to tentatively lick along the hard, dark shaft.

"Ah… fuck yeah!" Alex groaned, watching the proud, disciplined soldier reduced to this, servicing him like a cheap whore. The power rush was intense. He grabbed John's hair, forcing his head back and forth, fucking his mouth relentlessly. "Gonna break that stubborn mouth first. Then we'll get to that tight ass!"

"Nnngh… mmmph…" Tears welled in the corners of John's eyes, squeezed shut against the humiliation. His face was completely dominated by Alex's cock, his mouth filling with the slick pre-cum. The drugs Alex had slipped him, combined with whatever he'd sprayed in the room, were definitely kicking in. He felt strangely lightheaded, and the cock in his mouth… it didn't taste as disgusting as it should. It was almost… appealing? Like some forbidden delicacy he couldn’t resist. A hot flush spread across his face – the first sign he was losing the battle against the drugs, against his own body.

Alex braced one foot on the bed frame, thrusting his hips hard, pounding John's mouth and throat. "Fuck, Mr. Soldier, you got a talented little mouth on you! Sucks cock like a pro! Total waste not having you do this all day!" He yanked John's head harder, driving more than half his length down John’s throat.

John’s strong nose was buried in Alex’s thick pubic hair, his face pressed intimately against Alex's groin. The smell of sweat, hair, and cock overwhelmed his senses. Mouth completely filled, struggling to breathe, he felt a dizzying wave of drugged arousal wash over him, reducing him to helpless, muffled whimpers.

Alex rode John's mouth hard for several long minutes before finally pulling out, still unsatisfied. "Damn! Took that deepthroat like a champ, soldier boy! Almost made me blow my load right there. But I'm not letting you off that easy!"

John’s face was a mess, smeared with Alex’s fluids. The drugs fogged his mind, weakening his resolve, but fury still burned in his eyes as he glared up at Alex.

Alex roughly shoved John flat onto his back. He produced two lengths of rope, quickly binding John’s bent legs, then tying his wrists securely to his ankles. The position forced John's hips upwards, his ass vulnerably presented, practically begging for invasion.

Alex then pulled out a pair of scissors and sliced through John’s black boxer briefs, completely exposing his lower body. John was naturally hairy, a thick patch covering his groin and extending down between his ass cheeks. Alex frowned thoughtfully. "All this hair… gonna make fucking you less fun. Guess I should clean you up first, soldier boy. Make sure you feel everything." He produced a razor and shaving cream.

John, still weak and effectively paralyzed, could only watch in helpless fury as Alex lathered him up and meticulously shaved away all the hair from his groin and ass, even clearing the area around the base of his cock. Finished, Alex stepped back to admire his work. John’s dark, smooth ass cheeks were now completely bare, emphasizing the tight pucker of his hole, which twitched involuntarily. "Much better!" Alex declared with satisfaction. "A proper slut-hole needs to be smooth and ready!" He pulled out his phone again, snapping several pictures of John trussed up and exposed. "Gotta document this position, soldier boy. Too hot not to."

John burned with rage and shame. Not even his wife had seen him this exposed, this vulnerable. And now this punk kid was treating his body like a playground…

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt something hard press against his entrance. John startled, craning his neck to see Alex positioning his thick, dark cock at his tightly clenched asshole, the head already probing the opening. John struggled instinctively, violently, growling low in his throat, "Alex, stop this right now! I'm warning you!"

Alex completely ignored the weak threat. He added a generous amount of lube to the point of contact, then gripped his cock and began to push steadily inside. "Fuck, you're tight. Never popped a cherry this tight before… feels fucking amazing!" Just getting the head past the entrance made Alex hiss in pleasure, the hot, resistant grip incredibly intense.

John felt a sharp, tearing pain, but years of military discipline allowed him to grit his teeth, refusing to cry out, his jaw clamped shut.

Alex noticed John’s strained silence. He slapped John's bare, dark ass cheek hard. "Still playing tough, soldier boy?" he sneered. "Don't worry, I'll have you begging for it soon enough! Spread those legs wider! Daddy's gonna break that virgin ass right open!" With a grunt, Alex shoved his hips forward forcefully, ramming his entire length deep inside John's unprepared body.

The moment of full penetration ripped a choked gasp from John's throat despite his best efforts. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the urge to scream, to sob, to give Alex the satisfaction. He felt a brutal tearing sensation, followed by an overwhelming fullness, but mixed disturbingly with the pain was a rising wave of drugged pleasure, a release of tension he hadn't even realized he was holding.

Alex didn't give him a moment to adjust. He immediately began to pound into John with a relentless rhythm, fucking him hard and fast. "Fuck, your pussy is tight!" he grunted, burying himself deep with each stroke. "Gripping my cock so good… even tighter than your little cousin's hole! You two brothers really are…" He trailed off, cutting himself short, a smirk playing on his lips. It wasn't time to reveal everything just yet.

With Alex’s relentless pounding, a white froth soon formed where their bodies joined, mixing with the slick lube and Mark’s own fluids, soaking the cheap motel sheets beneath them.

John slowly became aware that the initial sharp pain was fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing fullness, a strange tingling pressure that made him want to groan despite himself. He clamped his jaw shut, biting the inside of his cheek, determined not to give Alex the satisfaction.

Alex noticed the flush creeping up John's neck, the subtle shift in his breathing. He knew the drugs were taking hold. He smirked. "How's that feel, soldier boy? My cock treating you right?" John stubbornly turned his head away, refusing to look at him. But as Alex’s thrusts grew harder, more insistent, John’s own cock began to react, swelling and hardening against his belly until it was fully, painfully erect.

Alex saw the thick drops of precum leaking from the tip of John’s cock. He laughed cruelly. "Still playing tough? Your own dick says otherwise! Getting hard just from me fucking your ass! All you straight guys are the same. Pretend you hate it, but your cocks tell the real story. Still gonna claim you're straight now, huh?"

John was shocked and horrified by his body’s betrayal. How could he be getting hard from this punk kid fucking him? He opened his mouth to protest, to deny it, but only a choked moan escaped. "Ah… ah…"

"You know you're getting fucked by some delinquent student right now, right?!" Alex slowed his pace deliberately, but each thrust drove deeper, aiming to split John open.

"You… shameless bastard… ah…" John ground out between clenched teeth.

"Me, shameless? Who's the one leaking precum all over the place while getting fucked?" Alex wasn't satisfied with John's defiance. He reached up, grabbing John's nipples, twisting them hard.

John gasped, still stubbornly refusing to moan aloud, his breath coming in harsh pants. The only sounds in the room were the wet, rhythmic slapping of Alex pounding into him.

Seeing John's continued resistance, Alex let out a cold snort. He drove his cock deep inside John one last time, then stopped thrusting outwards, instead beginning to grind and rotate within him. From watching John’s reactions earlier, Alex had a good idea where his prostate was located. Now, he relentlessly worked his cock head around that sensitive spot with small, targeted movements.

John shuddered violently, his body trembling uncontrollably. He bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood, but low, choked moans still escaped him. This intense, focused pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, completely different from sex with women. Being filled so completely by Alex's thick cock, the deep, internal pressure building to an agonizing peak…

Alex placed a hand on John’s thick, muscular chest, casually kneading his pec while continuing the internal torment. "Feeling good now, soldier boy?"

John squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to answer, but his ragged breathing and the deepening flush spreading across his entire body betrayed him.

Alex knew the tough soldier was close to breaking. He started thrusting again, not fast, but incredibly deep, each stroke purposeful, as if trying to impale John completely.

"Nngh… ah… Don't… stop… Need…" After several long moments of this intense pressure, John suddenly cried out, his body convulsing as his own cock erupted, spewing thick ropes of semen onto his own stomach, pulsing several times before subsiding.

Alex paused, slightly surprised. "Fuck! Thought you could last longer than that, tough guy. Big strong soldier, huh? Didn't take much for me to fuck you till you came!" A surge of triumph filled him. This muscle-bound hardass, all talk and bluster, but his body gave him away. Came faster than his little cousin even!

John stared down at his own spent cock, shame washing over him. He… he’d just been fucked until he came by this punk kid… Even though it had felt undeniably, terrifyingly good… his pride, his manhood… felt shattered.

Alex pressed his advantage, starting to fuck John hard again. John’s mental defenses crumbled completely. He finally gave in, low, broken moans escaping his lips with each thrust.

Alex pounded into him for another minute, then abruptly stopped, pulling his cock out completely.

John’s abused asshole gaped momentarily before clenching shut, twitching, clearly unused to such treatment. Lost in the haze of lingering pleasure, the sudden emptiness felt jarring. He looked back towards Alex questioningly, his lips parting slightly, but he remained silent.

Alex picked up his phone, switched it to video mode, and aimed it directly at John’s exposed, vulnerable body, zooming in on his slick, abused asshole and the evidence of his recent orgasm staining his stomach.

John startled, instinctively trying to cover his face. "Don't… don't film…"

Alex roughly slapped his hands away. "Fuck you! Did I say you could hide?! A hot piece of military ass like you getting fucked senseless? Gotta capture this for my private collection. Hahaha!"

John burned with humiliation, but he was completely drained, his muscles unresponsive after the intense orgasm and the relentless fucking. He had absolutely no strength left to resist. He could only lie there, exposed and helpless, as Alex filmed him being violated.

Alex provided a running commentary as he continued to fuck John. "Alright, folks, what we have here is the handsome soldier boy, John Caine, fresh from deployment. This is his first night getting his tight ass fucked open, but look at him! Clearly loving every second of it. Born to be a cock-hungry whore, just begging for a man to use him!"

He filmed for over twenty minutes, capturing John from every degrading angle, making sure to get close-ups of his face contorted in drugged pleasure, the slick hole being pounded relentlessly. Finally satisfied, Alex put the phone away and focused all his energy on fucking John into oblivion. After another hundred brutal thrusts, he buried his cock deep inside John's ass one last time and unloaded a massive amount of thick semen.

After waiting a long moment, letting John feel the hot cum pulsing inside him, Alex lazily pulled out his dripping cock and shoved it against John's mouth. "Fucking you wore me out, soldier boy. Lick my cock clean for me now. Think of it as… cleanup duty."

John remained silent, defeated, but numbly opened his mouth and began to lick Alex’s cock clean.

Alex snapped a few more photos – close-ups of his cum seeping from John’s ravaged asshole – then held up his phone, showing John the screen. "Hey, soldier boy? Tomorrow morning, when you wake up and start thinking about what you're gonna do to me… don't forget about this." He smirked triumphantly, pulled on his clothes, and swaggered out of the room, leaving John bound, drugged, violated, and utterly broken on the bed in Mark's spare room.