The Ride Back
The bus rumbled along the highway in the early morning, sunlight streaking through smudged windows as the football team made their way home from the away game. Most of the players were dozing or staring at their phones, tucked deep into hoodies and backpacks. The steady engine and the satisfaction of a win left the group quiet and calm.
John sat alone by the window; forehead pressed to the cool glass. The excitement and noise from last night felt far away. Every bump in the road seemed to shake up the worry inside his chest. David, a few seats back, laughed too loudly sometimes and kept shooting looks John's way that made him shrink into his seat. Even when David wasn't talking, John could still feel his attention, uncomfortable and impossible to escape.
He wore his headphones, pretending to be lost in his music, but every time David stopped laughing, John felt the silence get heavier. He watched the shapes of trees and cars outside speed by; his own tired reflection stared back at him, eyes sunken, jaw tight.
By the time they reached campus, the sun was fully up, casting long shadows over the parking lot. David’s eyes, sharp and calculating, found John. “My room,” he said, his voice low but commanding. “Tonight. Don’t make me repeat myself.” John’s stomach churned, the weight of David’s threat pressing down on him like a physical force. He nodded, unable to speak, the unspoken rule of silence already chaining him.
That night, John stood in the dimly lit hallway outside David’s dorm, his heart pounding in his chest. The door creaked open, and David pulled him inside, locking it with a sharp click. The room was sparse, the air thick with the scent of sweat and stale beer. David’s gaze was intense, his jaw clenched. “Kneel,” he ordered, his voice rough. John’s legs felt like lead, but he obeyed, sinking to the floor. David’s belt buckle clinked as he undid his pants, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. “If anyone else finds out about this,” David growled, gripping John’s hair, “I’ll never leave you alone. Understand?” John’s breath caught in his throat, the threat echoing in his mind as he nodded, his lips parting to take David’s length into his mouth.
The taste of salt and musk filled John’s senses as he worked his tongue along the shaft, his hands resting on David’s thighs. David’s groans were low and guttural, his grip tightening in John’s hair with each thrust of his hips.
“Deeper,” David commanded, his voice strained. John obeyed, his throat constricting as he took David’s cock to the root, his eyes watering from the effort. The room was filled with the wet sounds of John’s mouth and David’s laboured breathing. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” David muttered, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency.
John’s jaw ached, his saliva dripping down his chin, but he didn’t dare stop. David’s hand fisted in his hair, holding him in place as he thrust deeper, his groans turning into a low, primal growl. “Swallow it,” David ordered, his voice hoarse. John’s throat convulsed as David’s cum shot down his throat, hot and bitter. He coughed, his body trembling, but he didn’t pull away until David released him, his cock slipping from John’s lips with a wet pop.
The days that followed were a blur of tension and submission. David’s demands became more frequent; each encounter a reminder of the power he held over John. The next time, it was in the locker room showers, the steam clinging to the tiles like a second skin. David cornered John, his body pressing against the wall, his breath hot against John’s ear. “Kneel,” he whispered, his hand sliding down John’s chest. “And remember, if anyone finds out, I’ll make your life hell.”
John’s heart raced as he dropped to his knees, the cool water from the showerheads dripping onto his back. David’s cock was already hard, his veins throbbing as John took him into his mouth. The sound of the showers masked their noises, but John could feel David’s eyes on him, intense and unyielding.
His throat worked around David’s length; his hands braced against the tiles as David fucked his mouth with a relentless rhythm. “That’s it,” David groaned, his grip on John’s shoulders tightening. “Take it all.” John’s mouth stretched wide, his gag reflex triggering as David thrust deeper, his balls slapping against John’s chin. David’s release was sudden, his cum spilling into John’s mouth, warm and thick. John swallowed, his body shaking, as David pulled out, his breath ragged.
The third time was in the backseat of David’s car, parked in a secluded area on the edge of campus. The night was cool, the moon casting a pale glow through the windows. David’s hand was firm on the back of John’s head as he pushed him down, his cock already hard and ready.
“You’re mine to use,” David said, his voice cold. John’s heart pounded as he opened his mouth, his lips wrapping around David’s shaft. The car smelled of leather and sweat, the sound of their breathing filling the confined space. David’s thrusts were urgent, his grip in John’s hair unyielding.
John’s throat burned, his saliva mixing with David’s pre-cum as he worked his mouth up and down the shaft. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” David growled, his hips snapping forward. “Take it all, you little slut.” John’s eyes watered, his throat aching, but he didn’t stop. David’s cum shot into his mouth, hot and copious, and John swallowed, his body going limp as David’s grip finally relaxed.
Each encounter left John feeling hollow, the weight of David’s threat pressing down on him like a physical burden. He moved through his days in a daze, the secret eating away at him, the fear of discovery a constant shadow. David’s dominance was absolute, his control over John tightening with each demand.
John knew he was trapped, bound by the unspoken rule of silence, the threat of exposure hanging over him like a sword. And yet, as he knelt before David, his mouth working tirelessly, he couldn’t help but wonder how much longer he could endure, how much more he could take before something broke.
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