Complications
Returning to campus brought John a fleeting sense of freedom after the oppressive days at the lake house. David and the Secret Society had been silent for a week, which let John pour all his energy into football training. Still, things weren’t the same, he and Liam were growing apart, their friendship strained by things John couldn’t explain.
This week brought two crucial away games on back-to-back days, turning practices, travel, and preparation into John’s only lifeline. On the field, David’s watchful gaze was impossible to ignore. Liam, usually John’s support as a wide receiver, kept mostly to himself, the old camaraderie faded.
Their first opponent’s quarterback, Michael, was all arrogance and sharp elbows. John clashed with him throughout the game, and despite Michael’s taunts and dirty looks, Conrad shut down play after play, his huge frame dominating the line. During a tense timeout, Michael leaned in. “Think Conrad’s going to save you forever?” he sneered, eyes flicking between John and the looming defender. John said nothing, feeling David’s presence from the sidelines, quietly unnerving as ever.
Victory came, narrow and hard-earned, and the locker room erupted with relief and laughter. Liam lingered at the edge, avoiding eye contact, while David remained across the room, watching John closely with a possessive smirk.
As the coach posted overnight room assignments, John’s relief dissolved, he was paired with David. Their eyes met, and David’s cold grin left no doubt this was exactly what he’d wanted. The fragile sense of escape John had felt since returning was gone, replaced by the old, inevitable dread.
The team’s celebration at the pub was in full swing, the air thick with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Jerseys mingled with locals, the camaraderie palpable, but John couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at him. His eyes kept drifting to David, who was now deep in conversation with Conrad. The defensive lineman’s broad shoulders and imposing stature made him impossible to ignore, and the way David leaned in, his voice low and intense, sent a spike of panic through John. Was he revealing everything? The secret John kept buried, the humiliating power David held over him? The thought was mortifying. John drained his beer faster than he intended, the bitter taste mirroring the dread in his chest. He slipped outside, the cool night air doing little to calm his racing mind.
Back at the hotel, John lingered in the shower longer than necessary, the hot water cascading over his skin as if it could wash away more than just sweat and soreness. The tension of the day clung to him like a second skin. He dried off, changed into loose pajama bottoms, and lay in bed with the lights off, feigning sleep though his mind raced. The silence pressed down on him, heavy and unrelenting.
The door creaked open at last, the soft click of the latch breaking the stillness. John’s heart quickened as he heard the familiar sounds of someone moving through the darkness, the rustle of clothes being shed, the faint scent of sweat wafting through the room. He kept his eyes shut tight, willing himself invisible, assuming it was David slipping in beside him. Only when a whisper, low and rough, brushed against his ear did John’s eyes snap open. “He told me about you,” Conrad murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of mockery and dominance. “About what he can make you do.” John’s embarrassment was immediate and overwhelming. The secret he’d fought so hard to keep was now in Conrad’s hands too.
“What do you want?” John stammered, though he knew exactly what was coming.
Conrad’s grip tightened, his other hand reaching down to grasp John’s thigh, squeezing hard. “He said you’re good at this,” Conrad murmured, his breath ghosting over John’s ear. “Let’s see if he was telling the truth.”
Conrad lay back, sprawling across the mattress, and turned John toward him with a firm grip. John knew he won’t be able to deny Conrad as he knew John’s secret as well. John’s hands trembled as he slid Conrad’s underwear down, his breath catching in his throat as he revealed a thick, veined cock that was easily nine inches long, the deep brown skin standing out in the dim light. It was an intimidating contrast to David’s, not just in size but in presence, and John stared, wide-eyed and tense, fear flickering across his face as he struggled to process what was in front of him.
Conrad’s hand tangled in John’s hair, pulling his head forward. “Suck it,” he growled, his grip firm and insistent. John hesitated, then parted his lips, taking the head of Conrad’s cock into his mouth. He started slowly, cautious and tentative, his tongue moving gently as he tried to adjust to the size filling his mouth. For a few moments, John focused on steady, measured motions, his jaw working to accommodate Conrad’s girth.
But Conrad’s patience quickly wore thin. His hands tangled in John’s hair. “Suck it,” he growled, his grip tight and unforgiving. Conrad thrust forward, face-fucking John brutally, his hips snapping as he forced his cock down John’s throat. John gagged, tears streaming down his face, but he took it, his throat working around Conrad’s monstrous dick.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of flesh against flesh, the slap of Conrad’s balls against John’s chin, the choked moans that escaped John’s throat. Conrad’s grip tightened in John’s hair, forcing John to look up at him, their eyes meeting as he continued to thrust. “That’s it, take it all,” Conrad hissed, his breath hot against John’s ear.
After minutes of brutal oral, Conrad’s grip shifted, moving John onto his back and spreading his legs wide on the bed. He dove between John’s thighs, his tongue relentless as it lapped at John’s wet, pink folds. “So tight. So sweet,” he muttered, his breath hot against John’s clit. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, aren’t you?”
John whimpered, his body betraying him as he grew wetter. Conrad’s tongue was ruthless, his lips sucking and nipping at John’s most sensitive spots.
Conrad's cock twitched against John's entrance, the head slick with pre-cum as he teased him with shallow, deliberate motions. John's breath hitched, his body tense as he anticipated the intrusion. He knew Conrad was relentless, his dominance suffocating, and the memory of David's rough hands on him still lingered in his mind. John's eyes widened as he felt Conrad's weight pressing him into the mattress, the air thick with anticipation.
"Wait—please, put a condom on," John pleaded, his voice shaking as he reached out to stop Conrad. His fingers trembled as they brushed against Conrad's arm, a desperate attempt to regain some control. John's eyes searched Conrad's, hoping to find a glimmer of hesitation, a moment of compassion. But Conrad's grin only widened, mocking and cruel.
"I don’t have one," Conrad replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. John's heart sank as panic flickered across his face. He had been so careful, so prepared, after what had happened with David. But now, faced with Conrad's unwavering determination, he felt his resolve crumbling.
"I... I do," John stammered, his hand reaching for the bedside table. His fingers closed around the condom he had hidden there, a small act of defiance after what had happened with David the last time. He handed it to Conrad, his hand shaking as their eyes locked. Conrad's grin turned sinister as he took the condom, his gaze never leaving John's.
"You're so thoughtful, John," Conrad purred, his voice low and dangerous. "I’ll humour you this time." John's breath caught in his throat as Conrad tore open the packet, his fingers deftly rolling the condom onto his erect cock. The latex stretched taut over his girth, a thin barrier that did little to ease John's fears.
Conrad positioned himself at John's entrance, his eyes glinting with intent. He slid inside slowly, savouring the tightness of John's body as it stretched to accommodate him. "Fuck, you’re so good," Conrad groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Such a tight little pussy."
John bit his lip, his face buried in the pillow as he tried to muffle his cries. Conrad's hips rolled with slow, deliberate thrusts, each movement sending waves of sensation through John's body. He felt Conrad's cock filling him, stretching him, and his own breath quickened in response. Conrad's dominance was absolute, his control over John's body complete.
As Conrad fucked him, John's mind raced. He thought of David, of the rough encounters they had shared, and how this felt both familiar and yet somehow more intense. Conrad's hands gripped John's hips, holding him in place as he thrust deeper, harder. John's body responded despite his fears, his muscles clenching around Conrad's cock as he was filled to the brim.
Then, without warning, Conrad flipped John onto all fours, positioning him in doggy style. John braced himself on his elbows, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt Conrad's weight behind him. He had no idea that, in that moment, Conrad was slipping off the condom, his eyes glinting with a dark intent that John couldn't see.
"Please, take it slow," John begged, his voice trembling. But Conrad's patience was worn thin, his desire for control overwhelming. With a brutal thrust, he slammed into John, his bare cock burying deep inside. John gasped, his body convulsing at the sudden fullness. The sensation was overwhelming, a shock to his system that left him breathless.
"That’s it, take it," Conrad hissed, his voice a growl as he pounded into John with animalistic force. His thick cock stretched John to the limits, filling him completely. Conrad's hands gripped John's hair, pulling tight as he controlled John's movements. He slapped John's ass, the sound echoing through the room, a harsh reminder of his dominance.
John sobbed, his body trembling as he was filled with Conrad's cock. The pleasure was intense, a torrent that swept away his fears and left him drowning in sensation. He felt Conrad's thrusts, each one driving him closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies, skin slapping against skin, John's cries, and Conrad's growls. It was a symphony of rough, primal sex, a dance of dominance and submission.
"I am gonna cum," Conrad growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared the edge. His voice was a deep rumble, sending shivers down John's spine. John felt Conrad's cock twitching inside him, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.
And then, it happened. Conrad's cock pulsed, filling John with his hot seed. The sensation was shocking, a sudden flood of warmth that left John breathless. But as the pleasure washed over him, a wave of terror crashed down. He realized, with a sickening lurch, that the condom was gone. Conrad had taken it off without his knowledge, just as he might have done with the girls he had fucked before.
John's mind reeled as the truth sank in. He felt violated, used, and yet his body betrayed him. The pleasure was too much, overwhelming his senses and leaving him helpless. His own orgasm ripped through him, a wave of ecstasy that blurred everything else. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his seed spilling onto the sheets.
As John lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, Conrad gripped his hips, rolling him onto his stomach. John's breath hitched as he felt Conrad's weight press down on him, the hard length of his cock pressing against his entrance. He tried to speak, to plead for a condom, but the words caught in his throat.
"Wait, Conrad... we need to use a condom," John managed to whisper, his voice hoarse.
Conrad chuckled, a low and dangerous sound that sent a shiver down John's spine. "Too late for condoms now, John," he growled, his voice dark with satisfaction. "I've already filled your pussy once. What's once more?"
John's eyes widened as Conrad lined his cock up, the head slick with pre-cum. He felt Conrad's thrust, the invasion of his body, and his mind raced with fear and desperation. "Take my babies," Conrad snarled, his second load filling John’s cunt. John whimpered, his body overwhelmed, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.
An hour later, John found himself straddling Conrad, his body aching and sore. Conrad's cock was slick with John’s juices, a testament to the rough encounter they had shared. "Ride it, slut," Conrad commanded, his hands gripping John’s waist tightly. John obeyed, his pussy aching as he bounced on Conrad’s cock, the sensation both painful and pleasurable.
"Fuck yourself for me," Conrad taunted, his eyes dark with lust. John moaned, his body moving on autopilot as he rode Conrad’s dick, his own orgasm hitting first. His pussy clenched tightly around Conrad's cock, milking him for every drop of pleasure. But Conrad wasn’t done. His cock twitched as he thrust upward, filling John once more, his seed spilling deep inside him.
They lay there in silence, the air heavy with the scent of sex, Conrad’s cum leaking from John’s used, swollen pussy. John’s mind raced, the weight of what had just happened settling over him like a suffocating blanket.
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