Strings Pulled Tight
John’s sleep was broken by a rough shake on his shoulder and David’s voice slicing through the quiet, mocking and insistent. “Wake up, princess.” David drew out the word with a sneer. “I’m starving. Get up and make breakfast.”
Too tired to protest, John got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, knowing better than to argue. The house felt especially silent as he worked, pulling out bread, eggs, and bacon, putting together a simple meal, for no other reason than because David expected it. The weight of the previous days pressed on him, the memory of David’s dominance still raw. He moved mechanically, his mind numb, as if the routine could shield him from what was to come.
Once breakfast was ready, John poured coffee and carried the plates to the bedroom. David sprawled lazily across the bed, eyes half-closed, accepting the meal without a word. John ate quietly at the edge of the mattress, the silence broken only by the faint clink of cutlery. As David finished, he flashed a smirk.
“Gotta say, you’re nailing your role as my good little bitch,” David said, the mockery clear in his voice. “Keep it up.” He paused, then added with a mischievous grin, “Oh, and just so you know, there’s a little surprise for you tonight. Well, a little surprise for me, actually.”
John’s stomach tightened. The word surprise had become a trigger, a promise of something he couldn’t control. He nodded mutely, pushing the food around his plate, the taste of eggs and bacon turning sour in his mouth.
They spent most of the day swimming and sleeping, the quiet broken here and there by David’s smug glances. But as afternoon blurred into evening, John’s anxiety grew. The promise of David’s “surprise” gnawed at him, making it harder to relax with each passing hour. By sunset, John was restless and tense, a knot of dread growing in his stomach.
After dinner, David finally broke the strained silence. His voice was low, teasing, but with an unmistakable edge. “Ready for the surprise, slut?”
John’s heart pounded as David turned and strode toward the bedroom. He followed, his legs heavy, every step feeling like a march toward an execution. In the bedroom, David rummaged through his bag, tossing aside a shirt or two before producing a small, black thong. There was triumph in his eyes as he held it up.
“Put it on,” David ordered, no hint of play in his tone.
John hesitated, his throat dry. David’s gaze hardened, and he stepped closer, his presence looming. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growled.
Swallowing hard, John took the thong from David’s hand. The fabric felt impossibly light, a stark contrast to the weight of the moment. He stripped off his clothes slowly, the air in the room thick with tension. David watched, his eyes predatory, as John slipped into the thong, the thin strap biting into his skin.
“Turn around,” David commanded.
John obeyed, his cheeks burning. David's eyes raked over him, slow and deliberate. “Damn, that thong hugs your bubble butt perfectly,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You look fucking hot. Just how I like it.”
John’s breath hitched. The compliment felt like a slap, a reminder of how completely he was at David’s mercy. David stepped closer, his fingers brushing the waistband of the thong, pulling it taut against John’s skin. “Such a pretty little ass,” he murmured, his breath hot against John’s neck. “Mine to use however I want.”
John shivered, his body betraying him as a flush of heat spread through his groin. David smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction. “On your knees,” he ordered, pushing John down gently but firmly.
John knelt, his heart racing, the thong digging into his thighs. David stood in front of him, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. “Open your mouth,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
John obeyed, his lips parting as David’s cock pressed against them, thick and heavy. David gripped the back of John’s head, thrusting forward, forcing John to take him deep. “That’s it,” David groaned, his hips snapping forward. “Suck it, slut. Show me how much you want it.”
John gagged, his eyes watering, but he didn’t pull away. David’s hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, until John could feel David’s balls brushing his chin. “You’re mine, John,” David whispered, his voice rough. “Every inch of you. Don’t you forget it.”
The room was filled with the wet sounds of John’s mouth working, David’s grunts, and the slap of skin against skin. John’s throat burned, his jaw aching, but he kept going, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. David’s grip in his hair tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I’m gonna fill your mouth,” he growled. “Swallow every drop, you hear me?”
John nodded weakly, his eyes closed, as David’s body tensed. With a deep groan, David came, his cock pulsing in John’s mouth. John choked, tears streaming down his face, but he swallowed, the bitter taste of David’s cum coating his tongue.
David, still flushed from his recent release down John’s throat, gripped John by the armpits and tossed him onto the bed with a roughness that left no doubt about who was in control. John’s body landed with a soft thud, the thong he’d been forced to wear digging into his skin as he sprawled on the sheets. Without hesitation, David flipped John onto his stomach, his hand rising to deliver a sharp spank to John’s exposed ass. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room, a stark reminder of David’s dominance. “You’re mine to use tonight,” David growled, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down John’s spine.
John’s breath hitched as David’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his thong, pulling it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric slid over John’s thighs, leaving him bare and vulnerable. David spread John’s legs with a firm grip, his touch both clinical and possessive. John’s heart raced as David’s mouth descended, his tongue tracing lazy circles around John’s clit while his fingers slipped inside, stretching him open. “You’re so wet,” David muttered, his voice rough and satisfied.
John bit his lip, his body rigid with shame. He wasn’t aroused, he felt degraded, a tool for David’s satisfaction. David’s fingers moved relentlessly, stretching him.
Slowly David lined up his already hard dick at John’s vagina, and John’s heart raced as realization dawned on him. David intended to take his virginity.
“Don’t,” John pleaded, his voice trembling. “Please, don’t do this.”
David’s grip on John’s hip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, asserting dominance with every inch of his being. “You’re mine to use, remember? You’re not a man, not really. You’ve got a pussy, and I’m gonna fuck it.”
John’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He felt the weight of David’s words like a physical blow, his hesitation deepening with every passing second. “No, please… I—” His voice cracked, weak and trembling, as he tried to protest, but David leaned closer, his tone coercive and cruel.
“You don’t have a choice. You’re mine to take, and I’m taking it. Unless…” David trailed off, his eyes narrowing, a dangerous glint in their depths. “Unless you want me to stop. But then, everyone will know your secret. Your choice.”
John’s breath hitched, his mind racing as panic clawed at his chest. He knew David was right. If he refused, David would expose him, humiliate him further. The thought of his secret being laid bare for all to see was too much to bear. Tears welled in his eyes, hot and stinging, as he nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Okay… but wear a condom. I—I don’t know if I can get pregnant.”
David’s smirk widened, his hand reaching for his bag with a casualness that only added to John’s unease. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing was unbearably loud in the silence, each rustle a stark reminder of what was about to happen. David rolled the condom on with practiced ease, his movements deliberate, as if savoring John’s growing dread.
John’s eyes squeezed shut as David positioned himself behind him, his body tensing at the intrusion. He felt David’s hardness press against his entrance, a foreign and terrifying sensation. David entered him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and John’s body trembled as he felt a sharp pain, a tearing sensation that made him gasp. His hymen gave way, and he let out a high-pitched cry, the sound echoing through the room like a woman losing her virginity.
“There goes your cherry,” David smirked, his voice laced with triumph. “You’ll always remember me, John. No matter where you are, no matter who you’re with, you’ll always remember me as the guy who took your masculinity, the one who fucked you like a bitch.”
John’s eyes filled with tears, his body shaking as David’s words cut deep. He felt shattered, humiliated, his sense of self crumbling under the weight of David’s dominance. He was no longer John, the person he thought he was. He was just a body, a vessel for David’s pleasure, a woman being used against her will.
David began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, his hands gripping John’s hips with bruising force. John’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body struggling to adjust to the sensation. Every thrust felt like a violation, a reminder of his powerlessness. He wanted to resist, to push David away, but his body betrayed him, responding despite his protests.
“That’s it, John,” David growled, his voice thick with desire. “Take it. Take my cock like the little slut you are.”
John’s cheeks burned with shame, his body responding despite his protests. He felt a surge of pleasure, a foreign sensation that warred with his humiliation. It was wrong, so wrong, but his body didn’t care. His pussy clenched around David’s cock, milking him, betraying him with its eagerness.
David’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. John’s cries filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him feeling shattered. He was losing himself, his identity slipping away with every thrust. He was no longer a man. He was just a hole, a wet, eager hole for David to fuck.
“Fuck, John,” David groaned, his voice hoarse. “You’re so tight, so fucking hot, you little slut. Your pussy’s made for my cock, isn’t it? Made to take it all.”
John’s eyes rolled back as he felt his own release building, a tension coiling in his stomach. His breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, his body trembling on the edge of an orgasm he didn’t want. He was a man, he was a man, he repeated in his head, but the words felt hollow, meaningless.
David’s eyes flashed with a dark satisfaction, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more primal. “Cum for me, John,” he snarled. “Cum like the little bitch you are. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock as you lose it.”
John’s body shook as his orgasm ripped through him, his cry echoing through the room. He felt his body convulse, his pussy spasming around David’s cock, milking him as he came. It was too much, too overwhelming, and he felt his mind fracture under the weight of it all. He was a woman, just a woman, and David had made him that way.
David’s own release followed, his groan muffled against John’s shoulder as he thrust one final time, his cum filling the condom. As their breaths slowed, David collapsed beside John, his body glistening with sweat. John lay still, his mind reeling, the weight of what had transpired settling upon him like a suffocating blanket.
David’s hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from John’s forehead, his touch almost tender. “You did good, John,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost kind. “You took it like a champ. My little slut.”
John flinched at the words, his body stiffening. He didn’t want David’s approval, didn’t want his tenderness. He wanted to be anywhere but here, anyone but this. He closed his eyes, tears slipping down his cheeks, as the silence stretched between them, heavy and oppressive.
After what felt like an eternity, David rolled off the bed, his movements purposeful. He grabbed John’s arm, pulling him to his feet with a strength that belied his earlier tenderness. “Time for round two,” David said, his voice low and dangerous. “On your hands and knees. I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch you are.”
John’s heart sank as he obeyed, his body moving on autopilot. He got onto his hands and knees, his head bowed, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He felt David’s hands on his hips again, rough and demanding, as he positioned himself behind John.
“Ready for more, slut?” David snarled, his grip on John’s hips bruising. He slammed into him with a force that stole John’s breath, his movements rough and relentless. John’s hair was pulled, his ass spanked, David’s filthy words a constant barrage.
“Take it. All of it. My cock’s stretching your pussy wide, isn’t it? Making you my little fuck toy.”
The bed shook violently, the headboard pounding against the floor with each thrust. John could only grit his teeth and bear it, his body a vessel for David’s pleasure. He felt used, degraded, his sense of self eroding further with every thrust. He was nothing but a hole, a wet, eager hole for David to fuck.
David’s pace never faltered, his groans growing louder as he neared the edge. “Cum for me,” David commanded, his voice harsh, his fingers finding John’s clit again. John’s body obeyed against his will, his legs shaking as he squirted once more, the mess dripping onto the sheets.
David’s weight pressed John into the mattress as he thrust one final time, his groan muffled against John’s shoulder. Exhausted, they collapsed, the silence heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.
John’s mind was a blur, his body aching, his emotions a tangled knot of shame and confusion. He closed his eyes, the faint scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air, and wondered how he’d let things come to this. He felt a profound sense of loss, as if a part of him had been irrevocably taken. He was no longer the person he thought he was. He was David’s slut, his bitch, and the realization left him hollow, broken.
As the silence stretched on, John’s tears fell silently, soaking into the sheets. He didn’t know how to piece himself back together, didn’t know if he ever could. He was lost, and the darkness within him seemed to grow with every passing second.
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