Home Invasion

Mark slumped onto his living room sofa, exhaustion weighing him down like lead. Lately, it felt like Alex and Jake summoned him whenever they felt like getting off. He'd lost count of how many times those two little shits had used his body, filled his ass with their cum. It was getting harder to hide it, harder to pretend. Most days, he went to school still feeling them inside him.

Megan was tidying up, her movements brisk. She paused, looking at him with concern. "Honey, are you okay? You seem so drained lately."

Guilt stabbed at Mark. He couldn't meet her eyes. "Nothing, just… having trouble sleeping, that's all," he mumbled.

She opened her mouth to press further, but the doorbell rang. Mark jumped up, grateful for the interruption. "I'll get it."

Mark opened the door to find Alex standing there, a predatory smirk already playing on his lips. Mark instinctively felt his muscles weaken, his resolve crumble. "What are you doing here?" he whispered frantically. "Megan's home…"

Alex reached out, casually groping Mark's ass through the thin sweatpants he wore at home. The touch sent an unwanted jolt through Mark. "Don't," he hissed, trying to pull away. "She'll see…"

Alex pressed closer, leaning in, his voice a low, mocking whisper. "See what? Me coming over to play with my favorite muscle whore? Don't pretend you don't love it, slut." The humiliation burned, being taunted like this in his own home… But fear kept him silent. He could only stand numbly as Alex brushed past him and walked into the house.

Megan looked up from her cleaning, surprised. "Mark, who's this?" she asked, glancing at Alex. Mark stammered, unsure how to introduce the boy who regularly violated him, but Alex jumped in smoothly.

"Hi Ma'am! I'm one of Mr. Davis's students, Alex. Just came by to ask for some advice on a school matter."

Megan smiled warmly, unsuspecting. "Oh, Alex, nice to meet you. Well, you two go ahead and talk. I was just heading out to grab some groceries. You should stay for dinner tonight, Alex!" She gave Mark a quick wave and headed out the door.

Silence descended, leaving Mark alone with his tormentor. The familiar setting of his own living room felt alien, unsafe. Mark, the strong, muscular teacher, stood frozen, uncertain. Alex sprawled arrogantly on the sofa, legs spread wide, gesturing impatiently. "What are you standing there gawking for? Get over here."

Mark hesitated, then slowly walked towards the sofa. Alex reached down, cupping the noticeable bulge in his own jeans. "Good boy. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock."

Mark stared at the bulge, unable to tear his eyes away, even as the familiar surroundings screamed at him how wrong this was. "Alex… don't… Megan will be back soon…"

Alex scoffed. "Stop pretending, you fucking muscle whore. Your eyes are glued to my dick. Haven't seen it in a few days, huh? Salivating already?"

Shame washed over Mark, flushing his face and neck bright red. But the conditioned response, the undeniable pull, was stronger. He slowly sank to his knees on the rug in front of Alex.

"That's more like it. A good slut knows his place," Alex thought, immensely satisfied. He grabbed a handful of Mark's hair, yanking his head down towards his crotch.

"Mmph… mmm…" Mark's face pressed against the rough denim, the pungent, musky scent of Alex filling his nostrils, making him gasp.

Within moments, Alex was fully hard, straining against his jeans. Mark fumbled with the button and zipper, pulling down Alex's pants and boxers. The thick, dark, piss-smelling cock sprang free, slapping against Mark's cheek.

Mark instinctively reached up to steady it, his eyes widening slightly with a familiar mixture of fear and fascination. He hadn't seen it up close in days. "So big… so dark…" he murmured unconsciously.

Alex rubbed his cock against Mark's handsome face, leaving a trail of slick precum. "Addicted to my cock, aren't you, slut? Missed sucking it this bad?" he mocked.

Mark flushed again, unable to reply, and simply opened his mouth, taking the thick head inside.

Alex leaned back against the sofa cushions, hands behind his head, settling in to enjoy the service. "No teeth," he commanded lazily. "Use your tongue. Lick it good."

Mark’s mouth was sore, stretched around Alex’s thick cock. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, focusing solely on sucking, sweat beading on his forehead. Desire had completely consumed him; his only thought was to service the cock that brought him such shameful pleasure, to satisfy its owner.

Suddenly, Mark’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. He startled, pulling back from Alex’s cock and grabbing the phone. Just spam. But the brief interruption brought a sliver of clarity. He forced himself not to look at Alex’s demanding erection. "You need to get dressed," he stammered. "Megan will be back any minute…"

Alex just smirked. "Not yet. Got another gift for you. Turn around. Ass up."

Mark hesitated, then obediently turned, presenting himself. Alex roughly yanked down Mark’s sweatpants, exposing his firm, muscular ass.

Mark trembled, anticipating the violation. A moment later, he felt something hard press against his entrance. Before he could react, it was being forced inside him.

The sudden intrusion of the large dildo made him cry out in surprise. He expected the familiar heat of Alex's cock, but this object was cold, unyielding, filling him completely.

He risked a glance back. Alex held a monstrously large, black, veined dildo, already halfway buried inside Mark’s ass.

Mark squirmed uncomfortably, trying to clench against the invasion. "What are you doing… stop… Megan’s coming back…"

Alex ignored his weak protests, slowly pushing the dildo all the way in until only the flared base was visible against Mark's skin. He then pulled Mark's pants back up. Patting Mark’s ass, Alex surveyed his handiwork with satisfaction. "Wear this. Don't take it out. I'm staying the night. Be a good whore, and maybe you'll get a reward later."

Mark collapsed onto the floor, struggling with the strange, full sensation the dildo created deep inside him. "You… what are you planning…" he gasped.

Alex slapped his ass again, sending another jolt through Mark’s already overstimulated body. "Just looking for a little fun. Keep it clenched tight. Wouldn't want it slipping out in front of your wife, would you?"

Just then, they heard keys rattling at the front door. "Honey, I'm home! Can you get the door?"

Mark scrambled to his feet, desperately clenching his ass muscles, and walked stiffly to let Megan in.

She bustled in, arms full of grocery bags, and looked up at him. Mark’s face was flushed, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Mark? Are you alright? You look flushed."

"Fine, fine," Mark stammered quickly. "Alex and I were just doing some… exercises."

Knowing Mark was a PE teacher, Megan didn't question it further. She smiled warmly at Alex. "Alex, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon!" She disappeared into the kitchen.

Alex sauntered over to Mark and slapped his ass again, hard. "Tell your wife I'm staying the night."

The impact shoved the dildo deeper, pressing against sensitive nerves. Mark almost cried out from the sudden spike of perverse pleasure. He struggled to control his breathing. "I… I know…" he whispered raggedly.

Mark managed to concoct a flimsy excuse for Alex staying over. Megan, though slightly surprised, accepted it and set up the sofa bed in the living room for Alex. Mark breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't suspected anything. The idea of a married teacher having an affair with a male student was outlandish, but the reality of the thick dildo currently lodged deep inside his ass made Mark feel incredibly guilty and exposed.

Dinner was an agonizing ordeal. Afterwards, while Megan watched TV, Mark excused himself, desperate for a shower. Closing the bathroom door, he turned on the water, using the noise to cover the low moans escaping his lips. He stripped off his clothes, knelt on the wet floor, and reached behind him, trying to grip the flared base of the dildo. But he was exhausted, and the dildo was slick with his own internal fluids. After several futile attempts, he couldn't get a good enough grip to pull it out.

Just then, the bathroom door handle jiggled, then swung open. Alex stepped inside. Mark jumped, startled. "How did you get in here? Megan's right outside! If she sees… Get out!"

Alex casually locked the door behind him and kicked Mark squarely in his upturned ass. "Fuck you! That how you talk to me now, muscle whore?"

Mark, already weak and trembling, sprawled onto the cold tile floor from the force of the kick. "Don't… please… Alex…"

Alex snorted. "Time for a little treat." He dropped his pants, revealing his thick, dark, fully erect cock. Seeing it, Mark flushed, his mouth forming protests his body ignored as his ass instinctively tilted upwards invitingly.

Alex reached down and yanked the dildo out of Mark's ass with a wet pop, then immediately rammed his own hard cock into the waiting hole.

"Nnngh… ahhh!" Mark cried out, the sudden, forceful entry stealing his breath. "Ah… Big cock… you're inside… so deep… feels so good…"

Alex began to fuck him slowly, deliberately. "So, slut? Which feels better? The fake cock or the real thing?"

Drool trickled from the corner of Mark's mouth. "The real one… so big… so hard… fucks so deep… And you… you fuck so good… feels amazing…"

Alex gripped Mark's firm ass cheeks hard, digging his fingers in, leaving red marks. "Fucking whore. First time I fucked your ass was right here, wasn't it? Pretending you didn't want it then. Now look at you, offering that tight pussy up, begging for it!"

Humiliated, Mark couldn't look up, burying his face against the cool tile, whimpering softly. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the bathroom door. It was Megan. "Honey? You've been in there a while. Everything okay?" Mark snapped back to reality, terror gripping him. "Stop… stop… She'll hear… she'll know…"

But Alex didn't stop. He pulled Mark roughly to his feet, his cock still buried deep inside him. "Open the door. Get rid of her."

Mark stumbled awkwardly towards the door, barely managing to open it a crack, poking only his head out. He forced a smile. "Hey, honey. What's up?"

"Just wondering what's taking so long," Megan said. "Have you seen Alex? Isn't he staying over tonight?"

Hearing his name, Alex gave two hard, deep thrusts inside Mark. Mark nearly buckled, struggling to maintain his composure. He took a shaky breath. "Ah… Alex… he went… downstairs for a run… be back later… ah…"

Megan frowned slightly. "Are you okay? You sound out of breath."

Mark scrambled for an excuse. "Nothing… just… stubbed my toe on the wall… Hurts…"

"Oh," Megan said, seemingly accepting it. "Well, hurry up. I need to shower too."

"Okay, okay… Go watch some TV…" Mark urged.

He shut the door, leaning heavily against it as Alex continued to fuck him rhythmically. "Ah… how could you… she almost caught us…"

Alex snorted. "Still complaining?" He pulled his cock out abruptly.

Mark, lost in the throes of pleasure, felt the sudden emptiness and whimpered, "Don't… don't pull out…"

Alex slapped his ass. "Fucking slut. Finish your shower and get out. Poor wife is waiting." He leaned close, whispering directly into Mark's ear, "Midnight. Come to my room. Naked."

A shiver ran down Mark’s spine. He nodded numbly.

Alex smirked, satisfied, then quietly unlocked the door and slipped out.

Mark stayed in the shower for several long minutes, trying to compose himself, before finally toweling off, dressing, and forcing himself to walk back out into the living room.

It Alex sat casually chatting with Megan in the living room, a bright, innocent smile plastered on his face – a stark contrast to the cruel, dominant persona he’d shown in the bathroom just moments before. Only the slight bulge straining against his jeans hinted at the truth.

Mark sat stiffly on the other end of the sofa, trying to appear normal, but the constant, dull ache and lingering itch deep inside his ass made it impossible to sit still comfortably.

The evening dragged on agonizingly. Finally, it was time for bed. As Megan headed towards their bedroom, Alex caught Mark's eye, winked, and then brazenly reached down, giving Mark's crotch a quick squeeze through his pants. Mark flushed hotly and hurried into the bedroom after his wife.

Megan was a light sleeper, prone to anxiety, and always wore earplugs and an eye mask to bed. After midnight, Mark carefully observed her steady breathing, making sure she was deeply asleep before slipping silently out of bed and into the walk-in closet.

He stripped naked, catching his reflection in the full-length mirror. The powerful physique stared back at him – broad chest, defined abs, muscular thighs. A wave of self-loathing washed over him. He was a grown man, strong, with a beautiful wife… yet here he was, sneaking around his own house, preparing to offer himself up to be fucked by a teenager who treated him like dirt. The thought was degrading, pathetic... He closed his eyes, trying to push the feeling away, but found with despair that simply recalling Alex's rough handling made his own cock begin to harden slowly against his thigh...

At half-past twelve, the living room door creaked open. Mark stepped out, completely naked. Alex was sitting up on the sofa bed, watching him with a predatory grin.

"Knew you couldn't resist, slut," Alex drawled, his eyes raking over Mark's powerful build. He let out a low whistle. "Well, well, look what we have here. Dressing up all sexy for me? Never thought the serious Mr. Davis had this kind of kinky shit in him."

Mark was wearing only a black thong and a pair of white athletic socks pulled up to mid-calf. The thong's tiny front pouch barely contained his thick, semi-hard cock and balls, outlining them starkly. The thin black string disappeared deep into the cleft of his firm, round ass cheeks. The rest of his muscular body was completely exposed to Alex's leering gaze.

Mark kept his head down, unable to meet Alex's eyes. "It… it came free with some… workout gear. I never wore it before tonight…" he mumbled, the lie feeling flimsy even to himself.

Alex chuckled darkly. "Sure you didn't. I like it. Now, get over here. Hands and knees on the bed, ass up for Daddy."

Mark silently obeyed, walking over and positioning himself on the sofa bed, burying his face in the pillow.

Alex immediately started kneading Mark's large, muscular ass cheeks like dough. "Building up all this ass muscle, huh? Just so guys can fuck it good?"

Mark didn't answer. Alex slapped his ass hard, making the flesh ripple. "Answer me, muscle whore!" Mark gasped, then choked out, humiliation burning in his voice, "Ah… Yes…" Alex slapped him again, harder. "Yes, what? Use your words!" Mark whimpered, "Stop hitting me… Yes… I'm a horny slut… built this ass… for men… to play with… fuck hard…"

Alex grunted, satisfied. He hooked a finger under the thin thong string, pulling it away to expose Mark's tight, pinkish hole. He casually poked a finger inside. "Well, well. Already wet for me?"

"Ah ah… I used… lube…" Mark confessed quietly.

"Ha! Eager slut. Came prepared, didn't you?"

Alex snapped the thong string sharply against Mark's sensitive entrance.

"Hahh… hurts…" Mark gasped.

Alex pulled out his own thick cock, pressing the head against the cleft of Mark's ass. "Want this big cock fucking you?"

Feeling the familiar, demanding pressure, the maddening itch returned full force. Mark squirmed restlessly. "Ah… Yes… Want big cock… fuck me…"

Alex didn't move to enter him yet. His voice went cold. "Doesn't seem right, though. Me, your student, fucking you in your own house… kinda disrespectful."

Mark didn't understand where Alex was going with this. "What… what do you want?"

Alex smirked. "Got an idea. How about you call me Daddy? I'll fuck you like you're my little boy. Nothing wrong with a father disciplining his son, right?"

Even after everything Alex had put him through, this felt like a new level of degradation, especially sober and fully aware. Mark instinctively recoiled. "No… I can't…"

Alex snorted, grinding his cockhead against Mark's entrance, sending jolts of agonizing pleasure through him. "Think carefully before you answer. Or maybe Daddy doesn't fuck you tonight."

The relentless pressure, the maddening itch – Mark whimpered, "Ah… it hurts… it itches… please… just fuck me…"

But Alex remained still, simply watching Mark squirm.

Predictably, it didn't take long. The craving for that big cock overwhelmed Mark's remaining pride. "Daddy…" he whispered, the word tasting like ash.

Alex pushed his cock a little deeper, the head pressing insistently against Mark’s tight hole. "What was that, son? What do you want Daddy to do?"

Having said the word once, the floodgates opened. Mark couldn’t hold back any longer. "Please, Daddy," he cried, his voice thick with desperation, "Fuck my pussy with your big cock! Please, Daddy, fuck me hard!"

Alex grinned, satisfied. "Alright, son. Daddy’s gonna give his good little boy exactly what he wants." He thrust his hips forward, burying his entire length deep inside Mark’s waiting hole.

Mark cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, his powerful body arching instinctively against the forceful intrusion. Alex grabbed his hips, holding him still, setting a brutal, punishing pace. Mark’s moans filled the quiet living room – raw, animalistic sounds that were a stark contrast to the composed, respected teacher he presented to the world.

"Fuck, Daddy… so deep…" Mark gasped, his muscles clenching involuntarily around Alex’s cock. He bucked his hips, trying to meet each thrust, the friction sending waves of white-hot pleasure through him.

Alex leaned down, his mouth close to Mark's ear, his voice a low, cruel growl. "Thought you were too good for this, didn't you, muscle boy? All those workouts, all that posing… just to end up a cock-hungry slut, begging for it like this. Whose big cock is stretching that tight little pussy now, huh?"

Mark whimpered, unable to reply, lost in the overwhelming sensations. He clawed at the sheets, his knuckles white, his body slick with sweat. He felt utterly degraded, yet the pleasure was undeniable, addictive.

Alex continued his relentless assault, his hands roaming over Mark's body, grabbing his large pecs, squeezing his nipples hard. "These tits are useless, aren't they, Mr. Davis? Can't feed a baby, can't satisfy a man. Just big, useless lumps of meat, begging to be played with." He twisted Mark’s nipples cruelly, making him cry out.

"Ah… Daddy… please…" Mark begged, his voice thick with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Fuck my pussy harder… use my big, useless tits… punish me, Daddy…" The words poured out of him, a torrent of shame and desire.

Alex chuckled darkly. "That's right, muscle slut. You’re nothing but a cock-hungry whore, built for my pleasure." He flipped Mark over roughly, forcing him onto his back, legs spread wide. He positioned himself between Mark’s powerful thighs, staring down at him, his eyes glittering with triumph. "Look at you," he sneered, "Spread out like the little bitch you are, begging for Daddy's big cock. You like being used like this, don’t you? Like having your tight little man-pussy stretched out, filled up with my cock?"

Mark’s face burned with shame, but his body responded involuntarily, his cock twitching and leaking precum. He couldn't deny the truth of Alex's words. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered, his voice choked with a mixture of self-loathing and desire. "Use me… fuck my slutty pussy… fill me with your cum…"

Alex grinned, satisfied. "That's my good little muscle whore." He leaned down, pressing his mouth against Mark’s, silencing his moans with a rough, demanding kiss as he began to fuck him again, harder and faster, driving into him with brutal, punishing strokes.

Mark threw his head back, moaning shamelessly. "Ah… Fuck… yes, Daddy… feels so good… Daddy’s big cock is so deep inside…"

Alex pounded into him like a machine. "Yeah, muscle slut? Daddy’s cock feel good stretching out that tight man-pussy?"

"Yes… Daddy fucks so good… Fucking my pussy feels amazing… love it… ah… Big cock is so deep…" Mark, lost in the raw pleasure, completely forgot about his wife sleeping just down the hall. His moans grew louder, echoing in the quiet room. His own cock was ramrod straight, throbbing against his stomach, and moments later, it erupted, spewing thick ropes of cum.

As Mark came, his asshole clenched tightly around Alex’s cock. Alex groaned, the intense pressure sending waves of pleasure through him. He sneered, "Coming already? Can’t even take a good fucking? Fucking useless slut-pussy."

Mark gasped for breath, drool slicking his chin. "It’s just… Daddy’s cock… feels too good… My pussy couldn’t take it… Sorry, Daddy…"

Alex grabbed the waistband of Mark’s thong, using it like reins, riding him hard, their bodies slapping together, creating a wet froth between them.

"Fuck… your pussy feels incredible. Fucked it so many times, and it’s still tight as the first time. Guess you were born to be ridden like this, huh?"

"Ah ah… Yes… This pussy is for big cocks… When big cock feels good… my pussy feels good… Fuck my pussy harder, Daddy…"

"Fucking filthy whore!" Alex reached up, grabbing Mark's large, sculpted pecs, squeezing the hard muscle and pinching his already sensitive nipples cruelly. "Tell me, when you're teaching class, do you fantasize about your students? About their big cocks taking turns raping that tight muscle body of yours?"

Assaulted relentlessly from behind, his chest burning from Alex’s rough handling, the strong, powerful teacher was reduced to a trembling mess. His eyes rolled back in his head, tongue lolling out, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. "Ah… Yes… Every class… watch them… want to suck their cocks… want them all… to use their big cocks… fuck my pussy…"

Alex grunted, satisfied. He pulled out, ordering Mark to turn over onto his back. Then he forced Mark to pull his own knees up towards his chest, grabbed his ankles, and slammed his cock back inside from the front.

"Hahh… ahh… Big cock… how can it feel this good… Fuck… Fucking my pussy feels amazing…"

Alex pounded into him relentlessly, almost pulling completely out before driving back in with brutal force. "So, muscle slut? Which feels better? Fucking your wife, or getting your pussy stretched out by a big cock?"

Mark didn’t hesitate. "Big cock feels better…"

"Really? Your wife’s pretty hot, nice body… and she’s not as good as me? A man?" Alex asked mockingly, but his thrusts didn't slow, only sped up.

"Ah… too fast… so deep… Fucking my wife… isn't as good as big cock… Big cock feels too good… My pussy can't live without big cock now…"

"Daddy’s big cock will fuck you every day from now on. And I'll find more big cocks to join in, how about that?"

"Yes… good… More big cocks… fuck my pussy… ah… no… gonna cum again…" Mark exploded again under Alex’s relentless assault, his semen spraying across his own stomach.

"Fucking slut-pussy, Daddy's gonna shoot too! Grip it tight, don't waste a drop!" Alex roared, beginning his own climax.

Mark desperately clenched his asshole with the last of his strength. Moments later, he felt the hot, pulsing flood fill him deep inside.

After a few moments, Alex pulled out his dripping cock. Mark immediately scrambled forward, crawling towards Alex, ignoring the mess, and began licking Alex's cock clean without needing to be told.

Alex grabbed Mark's hair, satisfied. "Good whore. Lick it spotless. Then I'm gonna shower."

Mark didn't dare slack off, meticulously cleaning every inch of Alex's cock with his tongue. Seeing it glistening and clean from Mark's ministrations, Alex couldn't resist ramming it back into Mark's mouth.

"Mmph!" Mark startled, then resignedly began sucking again.

Alex enjoyed the service for a few moments. Mark felt the cock in his mouth begin to harden again. Before he could fully register it, Alex pulled out. "Fucking slut, I wanna fuck you again. Turn around!" He spun Mark roughly, not even waiting for him to get back on his hands and knees before slamming his cock back into Mark's abused pussy.

"Aahh… no… Daddy, please rest… My pussy can't take anymore…"

"Can't take it? Then why is your slutty cock hard again?" Alex sneered, beginning a new round of relentless fucking.

"I'm sorry… Please, Daddy, go slower… My asshole feels raw…" Mark was trembling uncontrollably now, leaning weakly against the wall, pleading.

"Shut the fuck up. I'll fuck you when I want, how I want. Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do, muscle whore?" Alex snarled, showing no mercy.

Mark could only whimper, "My pussy was wrong… Please… punish my pussy with your big cock, Daddy…" He bowed his head, submitting completely, letting Alex have his way.

"That's better," Alex grunted, satisfied. He grabbed Mark's bruised ass cheeks, digging his fingers in as he continued to pound relentlessly.

This continued until nearly three in the morning before Alex finally let Mark stumble back to his own room, utterly broken and exhausted. Mark collapsed onto the bed and fell into a dead sleep instantly.

At ten the next morning, Megan looked with surprise at Mark still sleeping soundly. "That's strange. Mark's usually up early," she remarked to Alex, who was gathering his things.

Alex smiled charmingly. "Oh, don't wake him, Ma'am. Mr. Davis really wore himself out helping me with that 'school project' last night. He needs the rest. I should get going, but when he wakes up, please tell him thanks again for all his… enthusiastic help!" With a final, knowing smirk directed only at the memory of the night before, Alex let himself out of the house.