8 comments/ 28943 views/ 12 favorites The Submission of Justin Ch. 00 By: BlueTurnSignal "So... can I touch it?" It wasn't a question that Justin expected someone to present him with when he accepted the invitation to the party. Then again, Justin, while mature, could be naive for his nineteen years. And this, after all, was The Naked Party. Not a naked party; The Naked Party. Only a select group of the hottest group of students at the University attended, chosen by the fraternity and sorority that jointly threw the party every year. The rules were few and simple: no crashers, no clothes. While some like groping and making out was inevitable, it was silently understood that one should not touch party-goers without the party-goer's permission, and that full-on sex in the open was, so to speak, off the table. This was sophomore Justin's first year in attendance. Justin was gay, and friends with many of the higher-ups at the hosting sorority. Through them, he befriended a number of the frat boys whose current state of undress and proximity to him was making it supremely difficult to will away a raging hard-on. The alcohol helped. Not that Justin was bad looking himself. On the contrary, he had made a name for himself among the gay crowd at school, some members of which also attended the party. Justin wasn't a slut, per se, but he knew what he liked. At six feet tall, he wasn't particularly imposing. He was nicely proportioned, however, with broad shoulders and a svelte build; muscular, but not bulky. The hair on his head was dark and cut short, and he had a light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach (adorned, thanks to his hours in the gym, with rippling abs), running down into dark, but kempt, hair surrounding the base of his cock. Hard, his cock was about eight inches long, and thick. Currently, it was about six inches long and hanging; he could feel the warm air of the room on his balls. The question came after Justin had been at the party for a couple of hours. In that time, he had, again with the help of a not-insignificant amount of beer, managed to get over the discomfort of being completely naked in a house full of fellow students. For Justin, that meant being seen stark naked by friends of his - largely female - some of whom had never so much as seen him with his shoes off. On the other hand, Justin was also able to avail himself of the sight of many of the hottest guys on campus running around drunk and just as naked as he. It was while standing in drunken conversation in a group composed of both Justin's female friends and his eye candy that he found himself in need of another beer. Excusing himself, he ventured through the living room, into the kitchen where the hosts kept a few of the party's many kegs. Justin found it funny that a couple of hours prior he was intensely aware of his dick swinging between his legs as he walked, visible to everyone he passed, while at the moment he was so used to it that he practically forgot they were all naked. There weren't many guests in the kitchen, so Justin pumped the keg and poured his own beer. At that point, he spun around and came face-to-face with her. Standing in front of him was a woman, seemingly a few years older than he, who wore her brunette hair shoulder length. She also wore tight jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. Justin was suddenly very aware of his exposed, swinging dick. Stunned, he didn't think to try and cover himself, which would have been absurd anyway, but just stared and said, "Uh... hi." The young woman laughed awkwardly and returned his greeting, "Hi there. I'm Melissa. Um, I think your name is Justin?" "Yeah..." he replied, suddenly more aware of the condensation from the beer cup dripping onto his bare leg, and a cool breeze from the kitchen window sliding against the back of his balls. Having never been with a woman, Justin wasn't used to them seeing him naked. It was one thing when his friends were as undressed as he, but another to be totally exposed before a clothed woman. He felt more vulnerable than he had all night. "It's really nice to finally meet you. I've, uh, heard about you from friends of mine." She stuck out her hand to shake his. Justin couldn't help but snicker. She was being awfully formal for greeting a drunk, naked dude. He was still self-conscious, but his snicker broke the tension. He reached out his hand and shook hers. "Um, I gotta ask... why do you have clothes on? The chick at the door practically tore my boxers off me when I got here." It was true. In order to maintain the party's strict dress code, greeters collect guests' clothes at the door. The girl in charge of taking Justin's clothes was a bit overzealous once she saw how hot Justin was, and had indeed pulled down his boxers when Justin didn't strip fast enough for her liking. On one hand, he had been mortified that a group of strangers just saw his dick flop out of his underwear. On the other hand, he was grateful that she had just gotten it over with and saved him the trepidation of stripping himself. "Oh, I actually was naked before. I forgot this upstairs," she held up her cell phone, "and I'm friends with a guy who lives here, so he let me run up quick and get it. I shouldn't stay here like this long though." "Yeah, it doesn't seem fair..." Justin was suddenly bashful again as he realized that this girl's eyes had been practically glued to his cock the entire time. This wasn't a totally unusual experience given the circumstances of the night. Justin had caught many of his female friends sneaking a glance at his manhood, and a couple even commented on it, making him blush in the process. But generally the people Justin encountered at the party had been discreet, perhaps because they were naked as well. But this girl was blatantly eyeing his hanging dick, which reignited his feelings of self-consciousness. The only clothed person in this house, and she was not only talking to him, but ogling him. "Uh, so, you said you know me?" he stammered, hoping to draw her attention to his face. "Mm?" she replied, raising her eyes briefly, before returning them to the younger man's member. "Oh, yeah, I'm actually friends with Steve, and he told me about you." Steve was a guy whom Justin had hooked up with several months back. Nice guy, but it hadn't led to anything more than a few drunken hookups. He had a decent dick, with which he had fucked Justin. Justin was, so far, strictly a bottom in his sexual encounters. "Right, Steve... is he here?" Justin hadn't spoken with Steven in months. "Oh, no, but he pointed you out to me on campus a while back." Eyes still in place. Justin was embarrassed and slightly irritated. Worse, he could feel his cock stirring from the visual attention it was getting. "Uh, so what did he tell you about me? We don't know each other that well." "Well... um..." she stammered. "To be honest... he said you had a great dick." "PFFFTOO!" Justin spit out his beer, droplets of it landing both on Melissa and on his naked body, of which he was now hyper-aware. "Excuse me?!" He couldn't figure out which would draw more attention to his dick now, covering it with his free hand or just letting it hang. "Yeah... I mean, he said that when you hooked up he thought you had one of the best dicks he's ever seen. I know that you're gay and I thought I'd never get to see it, so when I saw you here I just had to get a better look. I have to say, I'm not disappointed. And you're not even hard..." She bit her lip. "Yet...." Justin remained stunned. It wasn't that he was unused to being seen as a sexual object, but not by women, and not when he was completely on display. His mind ran through his options. Retreat back into the party. Try to find his clothes in the clothing-check room and run for home. Stand there and let this crazy woman get off by ogling his expanding cock. "So... can I touch it?" All the activity that had occupied Justin's mind the second prior totally vanished. In its place was utter shock. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was? He had been nice up to this point, but he wasn't about to let some nutcase molest him. It took enough convincing to get him naked in front of his friends in the first place, he wasn't about to let some stranger - a chick! - grope him. He wouldn't even let a guy just grab his naked cock in the middle of a party. "Look, I don't know what Steve told you, but I'm gay, and you ca--" Justin's sentence was disrupted when the girl in front of him wrapped her fingers around his soft, but growing, penis. Justin was paralyzed. He had never so much as kissed a girl before, and now some woman he never met was grabbing ahold of his cock against his permission. The shock was evident on his face. His first thought was panic that someone else at the party might see. The girl's hand getting a tighter and tighter grip on his manhood, he hurriedly looked around to make sure no one saw him being violated like this. To his incredible relief, nobody else seemed to notice. He was so relieved at that, in fact, that for a split-second he almost forgot the stranger who now had a tight grip on his cock. "Wow, this feels just as nice as I thought it would." The girl tried hard to fight back a large grin. "Since I've already got a hold of this, I hope you don't mind if I..." With that, the girl took three slow strokes on Justin's cock. He hadn't spoken a word since the woman practically assaulted him. The look on his face was still one of shock, and he still held the beer cup in his hand. His mind raced. What the fuck is going on?! Is this crazy bitch jerking me off?! If I did this to some chick here I'd get my ass kicked and thrown in jail, but this girl is just using me however she wants. What can I do?! I don't want her to hurt me... While these thoughts exploded in Justin's mind, the only sound to come from his mouth was a surprised gasp as the girl completed each long, slow stroke of his now-swollen cock. His terror and surprise kept him from sporting a hard-on, but his dick was nearly at its full length while soft. "Mm." The girl had an intensely satisfied look on her face. "Just like I imagined. You're not hard, but that's understandable," she squeezed his member again and garnered further satisfaction from the gasp that escaped his lips, "given the circumstances." With that, she finally - after what to Justin seemed like eternity - released his semi-hard cock, which flopped down to its earlier position, causing both it and his balls to swing. "It was nice meeting you, Justin. I'm going I'm going to be seeing even more of you soon." The girl gave Justin's hanging dick one final pat on its head before turning and walking out of the party. Justin remained frozen in place, unable to process what happened to him. Had he just been molested? Should he run after the girl? Call the police? Go home? Try to find out if she --" "Justin!" He felt a hand on his shoulder. His good friend Katie. Nude, of course. "Where the fuck have you been? Come on, we're going to play beer pong." "Oh, I was...." Justin trailed off as Katie led him by the arm back to the living room. He wasn't sure how to describe what just happened to him, and he didn't want to anyway. The only things he was sure of were that Katie snuck a glance at his engorged cock and smiled to herself, and that he was sure that wasn't the last time he'd see Melissa. To be continued... The Submission of Justin Ch. 01 On a lazy Sunday afternoon, Justin was alone in his small apartment. He had just recently recovered from the hangover resulting from his debauchery last night. Evading the homework that, in the back of his mind, nagged him, he laid stretched out on his couch, wearing basketball shorts and a sleeveless shirt, while mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. Until he heard the doorbell ring. Justin sat up, startled. That's weird, he thought. He checked his phone. No missed calls or texts. He hadn't ordered any food. Who would just drop by? He rested his bare feet on the carpet, stood up, and walked to the door. Opening it, Justin's jaw dropped. In the doorway stood Melissa, the girl who, several weeks prior, had shocked and humiliated Justin by groping his naked cock in the middle of The Naked Party while she was fully dressed, but Justin was stark naked and helpless. When he hadn't heard anything of or from the girl since the party, Justin had just assumed she had either gotten her fill after a night of ogling and manhandling his dick, or else had forgotten about him. He immediately and involuntarily took a step back. In the daylight he could see that she was indeed a few years older than he. Probably 21 or 22. She was dressed similarly to how she was at the party – light top, skirt, sandals. She was shorter than Justin, though the shoes mitigated that. She stood on his doorstep, biting her lip to stifle a large grin. "Hi." "Uh... hi," replied Justin. Just as at the party, he was torn between reactions. On one hand, he wanted to yell at the girl for having used him like she did; on the other, he was flabbergasted at her gall in showing up at his place like this. He was also simply curious, and slightly embarrassed that while she was clearly nicely put-together, he was wearing ratty clothes and his short hair was as much of a mess as it could be. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Well," she replied, cheerily, "it was so nice meeting you at the party a while back, and – oh, do you mind if I just come in?" "Uh, I don't thi-" but, uninterested in his permission, the girl simply brushed past Justin into his apartment, running her fingers along his exposed shoulder as she did so. She sat on his couch. "Wow! In this light I can really tell what a nice body you have. But anyway, I liked meeting you at the party so much that I asked around until I got your address. I thought we could hang out." What was it about this girl? Somehow she had the ability to keep him completely off-guard no matter how angry she made him. His face registered disbelief as he shut the door. "Hang... out? Are you serious?! After what you did to me at the party?" "What I did to... Oh, for real? You're mad about that?" "You grabbed my dick and jerked me off when I told you not to!" "I couldn't help myself! Plus, I was giving you a compliment. You have such a nice dick that I couldn't keep my hands off it." To Justin's eyes, she genuinely looked as if she didn't know what the big deal was. Justin couldn't help but think she'd have a different reaction if she had been the one naked and handled like a piece of meat. "Well, look, I –" "But listen," she said, cutting him off once again, "That's kind of why I'm here." "I don't follow." "I want you to fuck me." "Ha!" Justin couldn't help himself. This bitch was clearly insane. He took a few seconds to compose himself and stop himself from bursting into laughter. Calmed down, he raised his palms. "You do know that I'm gay, right? You have to know. The whole reason you know who I am is because I hooked up with your friend Steve. Hell, I'm not even a top! I get fucked. By dudes." He emphasized these last points with hand gestures, hoping the information would sink in. "I'm not asking you to date me!" Her demeanor was such that Justin might as well have said that he was a space alien. "I just want you to fuck me! I have a thing about getting fucked by guys with really nice dicks... and believe me, yours qualifies. I already know that and I haven't even seen it hard yet." "Yet?? Are you kidding me? The answer is no. Hell no! I've never fucked a girl before, and I'm sure as shit not starting with you. Please, just get out of my apartment." He pointed toward the door. "Listen, Justin." She walked toward him. "I don't want to be a bitch here. I just want you to fuck me." "No." He made sure there was enough distance between the two of them so that his package was safe. Even clad in boxers and shorts, he was nervous. "Fine. But I know who you are. I know where you live. I have your phone number now. I know your friends. You know that I'm just going to keep hounding you until I get what I want." Justin swallowed. He believed her threat. If she was crazy enough to do the things she'd done already, there was no telling how much of an irritant she could become. Bugging him at home was one thing, but if she started stalking him or his friends, the situation could turn really ugly. But there was no way he was just going to give in and screw this crazy chick. "Then you're going to have to keep trying for a long time, because the answer is still 'No.' Now, please leave." The girl stood for a minute and took Justin in, head to toe, with here eyes. Sizing him up. "Huh, you're more determined than I thought. That makes sense. I've never tried to get a gay dude to fuck me before. My loss, I guess. But listen, let's cut a deal." "What kind of deal?" Justin cocked an eyebrow. "If you're not going to fuck me with it, I at least want to see it again. Your cock." "No," he raised his hands again. "No fucking way. Leave." "Come on!" She took a step forward, Justin backed against the wall. "I've already seen everything you've got. I just want to get one last look at what I'm missing. You don't have anything to lose, and you'll get rid of me." The girl had her hands behind her back and smiled knowingly. Justin, his back literally against the wall, considered his options. The girl wasn't wrong; she had already seen him stark naked while she remained fully clothed. That was nothing new for either of them. Still, that was at The Naked Party, and this was in the privacy of his home, while he was sober. But the opportunity to get rid of this chick once and for all... ah, fuck it. "You win. I'll show off for your again, if you promise that after this, you'll leave me the fuck alone, and never tell anybody about this." "Oh my god, really? This is fantastic! See, I knew you'd come around." She clapped her hands together and smiled. Justin rubbed his forehead. What the fuck had he just agreed to do? "How... how do you want to do this? Oh, fuck, no touching this time, I mean it. Your fingers do not handle my dick, at all." "You're so uptight! But fine. Hmm. Just stand over there, in front of your couch." She pointed. Justin awkwardly sauntered over to his couch. Just as the girl's gaze had made him keenly aware of his nudity at the party, it was now making him increasingly aware of his loose clothing and already exposed arms and legs. "So... here? And you just want me to... I mean it, now, no touching..." Justin hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his basketball shorts. "We don't have to do this." "Stop! Take off your shirt first!" She shook her head, as if she couldn't believe Justin was too dumb to realize that she obviously expected him to strip entirely. "Hey, you just said you wanted to see my dick. When did my whole body come into play?" He took his hands away from his waist and held them out to his sides. "Oh come on! I'm trying to meet you halfway here. Completely naked, or no deal." "Fuck... " Justin had hoped he'd at least be able to get away with keeping his sleeveless shirt on; that somehow felt a little better than being stark naked at this girl's mercy yet again. "Fine. You win. Again." Justin lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground, revealing his toned chest and abs. He stood awkwardly in front of Melissa. After a moment's pause with no verbal response from the girl (whose eyes were glued to his abs), he again moved his hands toward the waistband of his basketball shorts. "Wait!" the girl shrieked. "At least give me a minute to take you in! Geez!" She took a step forward. Justin, already backed against the couch, shuffled his bare feet on the carpet back as much as he was able. She looked up and down his body, lingering on his muscular shoulders and abs. Justin wore his shorts and boxers low; she could see the hair running from his chest to his stomach into the top of his boxers, which disappeared into the top of his shorts. She reached out her fingertips to touch the space where she swore she could see his treasure trail expanding to the hair that surrounded the base of his cock. "Hey!" Justin jumped. "The rule was no touching." "You said no touching your cock! You didn't say anything about the rest of your body!" She brushed the space just above the waistband of his boxers with her fingertips. "I mean it! No touching. It's bad enough I'm letting you ogle me naked. I'm gay, in case you've forgotten. I have a reputation to protect." "Ugh, fine!" The girl withdrew her hand. She made Justin turn around so that she could admire his back, and his ass. Even clad in shorts, his ass looked muscular and, frankly, a bit large compared to the rest of him. "Okay, continue. Lose the shorts. But slowly." Justin again faced her. He turned his head to the ceiling in disbelief over what he was doing. He put his palms to his chest and slid them down his body, running his fingers over his abs before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his basketball shorts. His last thought before he started pulling them down was that at least he had boxers on underneath rather than the tight briefs he often wore. Justin pulled his basketball shorts down to his ankles and kicked them to the corner of the room. He now stood in front of the girl wearing nothing but light cotton boxers sitting below his waist, coming midway down his thigh. He again shuffled awkwardly, this time making sure that he hadn't pulled down his boxers with the shorts, and then realizing what a silly concern that was given the circumstances. Another pause. "So, uh... yeah..." His arms hung to his sides. "Just hold on!" She bit her lip. "I can see why you get so many guys. You've got a sick body." She again reached out her hand, only to see her pawn's eyes widen. "Oh, right. No touching..." While bringing her hand down, she gave a soft tug to the waistband of his boxers. "Sorry! I can't help myself!" Justin brushed his hand across his chest. As humiliated as he was, he began to realize that he had practically no control over the girl in front of him, no matter what bargain he made. As much as he protested, he was still about to let this girl ogle his dick as much as she wanted. He might as well get it over with. "Before I get rid of these" he snapped the waistband of his boxers against his stomach, "we have to be clear. You can look, but not touch. And not just my cock, the area around my cock, including my balls. Let me repeat: my balls are off-limits." He rested his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it!" She noted how his boxers were lower than before, so close now to the base of his cock... Justin let out a deep sigh and looked at the ceiling one final time. Here we go. In a swift motion, Justin closed his eyes and pulled his boxer shorts to the floor, leaving them at his ankles. He could feel the cool air of the room on his now-swinging dick and balls. He paused, waiting for a response for what seemed like an eternity. He opened his eyes to see the girl, unable to hide her grin, staring directly at his cock, which, though flaccid, had again expanded due to the attention his body was receiving. "Get rid of them." Justin, preoccupied with the experience of putting his naked body on display for a relative stranger, hadn't really been listening. "Excuse me?" "The boxers. Get rid of them." Shrugging his shoulders awkwardly, Justin kicked his now-useless boxers to the corner of the room. He held his arms outstretched. "Boxers gone. Pure, 100% Justin. You've successfully gotten me to show my cock off to you twice. Now go. Just leave. Do not bug me anymore." His voice was softer than it had been. "Just a sec! Let me take you in..." The girl moved toward Justin, who couldn't move any further back without falling back on the couch. Finally, she stood so close that he could feel her breath on his skin. All the while, she scrutinized every inch of his body. She giggled to herself as she noted how his cock slowly expanded from her attention. She kneeled down to examine it further. Justin sighed and tensed as he felt the girl's breath against his thick cock. The longer this went on, the more aware he was of his already-big dick getting larger. It wasn't that this girl aroused him, just that he wasn't used to being on display like this. He should do something, he thought. Kick her out. Grab her wrists just in case she tries to fondle him again. Why was he paralyzed? "Now, get it hard." "What?!" Justin hadn't thought this could get any worse. "No way, that wasn't the deal. You wanted dick, you got it. Now I'm going to put my boxers on, and you'll get out of here." He pointed toward the door, and suddenly felt ridiculous trying to be threatening while his long, fat cock was swinging between his legs. The girl looked into Justin's eyes. She couldn't believe he thought he was going to fight her on this, and her face said it all. Justin knew it, too. "Okay. You win. But you still can't touch..." The girl didn't bother responding. Justin knew that she knew he'd do what it took to get rid of her. Knowing that the girl's eyes caught his every moment, he slowly brought his hand to his hanging cock and gripped it firmly. Humiliated and defeated, Justin started to stroke his cock in front of his stranger who had invaded his home. Worse, the situation caused Justin's cock to stiffen to its full length almost immediately. "Fuck, you're hot. Look at that cock..." The girl sensed that Justin had resigned himself to her control. Of course, that had been her plan all along. His dick rock hard, Justin took his fist away from it. His cock stood directly out from his body, angling upward slightly, bobbing with his deep breaths. "There," he whispered. "Please go." His attempts at making demands were over. "Mm... yeah. I don't think I'm going to go just yet." She had seen this from boys before. They had so much bravado at first, and it only took a few stern commands to turn them into putty. "I think we're going to go into your room. I think you're going to take me there." As she said these last words, she reached out her hand and wrapped her slender fingers, once again, around Justin's now-throbbing manhood. Justin exhaled as he again felt her touch on his cock. Ten minutes ago he would have caught her wrist before her fingers got near his dick. Now, he saw no way out of the situation except to give this girl what she wanted. He felt his cock pulse under her touch. His earlier resistance was replaced by apprehension. "I...." In the time it took him to hesitate, Justin felt the girl's other hand take both of his balls. He instinctively tensed up, but he girl didn't hurt him. She caressed his balls now, but the look on her face let him know that the way to avoid pain was to do ask she asked. "My room's over there." He gestured with his head. "Good boy." She gave his balls a light squeeze, even as she took slow strokes on his big, hard cock. "Let's go." She led the way, leading Justin behind her by his cock. The Submission of Justin Ch. 02 Of all the ways Justin imagined he might spend his Sunday, he never anticipated that it would involve him being led, naked, into his room, by a strange young woman whose hand presently had a firm grip on his rigid cock. He took short steps, making sure to keep up with the girl as she led him down the hallway to his bedroom, which suddenly seemed to go on for miles. If he fell behind, his cock received a sharper tug than he cared for. Finally the girl holding his makeshift leash reached the door to his room and, without asking, pushed the door open and dragged him inside. "You know, your room is messier than I expected," the girl remarked. "I thought you guys were supposed to be cleaner than this." She surveyed the unmade bed, the crinkled posters of shirtless men on the walls, the clothing strewn about on the floor. "Doesn't really matter to me, though." As filled with anticipation as she was for the main event, she was enjoying her exercise of power over Justin. Like many guys she had encountered, his tough talk vanished once she put him in his place a bit, and soon she was going to get what she came for. First, she wanted to take the opportunity to check out her surroundings and jerk the boy around a little more. Literally. She smiled to herself at the way the slightest movement of her wrist generated a tug on the boy's cock that led him wherever she wanted. She guided him around the room in this manner, prodding his belongings and opening drawers. One of these, the drawer to his nightstand, contained a 9-inch dildo and bottle of lube. She laughed. "Hell, that's bigger than this thing." She gave his cock a hard squeeze, delighting at the gasp from Justin that resulted. "Doesn't look as thick, though." Satisfied with what she had seen, she spun Justin around so that he faced her, his back to the bed. Justin doubted that he could be any more humiliated or defeated. This experience started with him forcibly yelling at this girl to get out of his apartment, and now he was stark naked with her vice-like grip on his manhood while she violated both his body and his privacy. Suddenly, mercifully, the girl's hand left his still-throbbing cock, but Justin's relief was short-lived. He felt a forceful push on his muscular chest as the girl rammed both her palms into it, causing Justin to fall back on the bed. He felt the sheets on his bare ass and felt his cock flop and smack his hard abs. Dazed, he propped himself up on his elbows, only to be forced back down as the girl climbed on top of him, her palms again slamming into his hard chest. She wasn't stronger than he, of course, but he was somehow under her control. He felt her palms resting on his chest as her fingers ran through his light dusting of chest hair. He craned his neck to see that she was straddling him. "What are you..." "Listen, I think we're past the whole 'You're not going to do this,' 'Yes, I am,' thing." She took her hands off his chest and began adjusting her skirt. "Just be a good boy. I'm going to be doing the work, anyway." She positioned herself over his cock. Justin realized, to his horror, that she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. He felt the tip of his cock slide along the girl's pussy just before.... "Oh fuck!" She had begun lowering herself onto him. "You can't do this! This is... this is..." His protests waned, replaced with gasps and moans, as the girl lowered herself completely over his dick. "Fuck, I... I've never... I...." "Shhh." I know you haven't. "But I told you -- fuck, your tool feels fucking amazing inside me -- I told you I get what I want. Now shut up and be a good fuck toy for me." She punctuated this last remark with a slap across the boy's face. His eyes and lack jaw registered disbelief. "Normally I'd get naked for this, too, but fuck it, I know you don't care. Now, what I've been waiting for..." Justin's mind went blank as the girl began to ride him. He felt, for the first time, his throbbing cock sliding in and out of the girl as she rode him like he was a bull. Even if he had the willpower to thrust back at the moment, Justin didn't have to. The girl's downward thrusts on his cock combined with the motion of the mattress on Justin's ass were driving his cock deep inside his assailant. The thing that surprised him the most is that it felt... good. His only ever sexual contact with a woman, whom he wasn't remotely attracted to, whom had waltzed into his house and humiliated, debased, and now raped him, and it felt good. He looked up at the girl, whose moaning he had barely noticed. He wasn't even sure how long she had been using his cock at this point, except that her increasingly excited moans made it sound like she was going to reach orgasm any second. "Don't you dare fucking cum. You keep that cock hard for me. Aah!!" This was just as good as she thought it'd be. This gay boy's long, thick cock was exactly what she needed. Hell, she might have to use him like this again sometime. This huge cock filling her up inside was... was... As the girl came to orgasm, Justin could feel her pulsing and convulsing on his dick, which felt bigger than it ever had before. As her moaning and thrusting died down, she leaned over and pounded her fists on Justin's chest. He just now noticed the beads of sweat that had run down his face and chest. "FUCK! You have a fucking amazing cock. Goddamn shame you're a fag." She could feel his cock still throbbing inside her. She had to give him credit, he managed to keep from cumming the whole time. In fact, maybe this little fag deserved a reward... Justin didn't say a word (what could he say?) as he felt the girl slide her pussy up and off his cock, which slapped down on his hard abs once more. He laid his head back on the sheets and closed his eyes, taking stock of his situation. It felt like his cock had been erect for days, and his balls ached for release. He had satisfied the girl's every desire, was it too much to hope that she'd just leave? He was again humiliated as he thought of lying there and jerking off after she left. He couldn't bear to open his eyes and look at the girl as he heard her shuffling around the room. Thinking of it, it almost sounded like she opened a drawer... "Ooh!" Justin's thought process was interrupted when the girl, in one swift moment, spread his legs and slid a lubed-up finger deep into his ass. "Wha-!" "Oh, come on. I know you love this. You were such a good fuck toy that I thought you deserved something in return. Just lay back and enjoy this." Her smile beamed. The boy stared at her, mouth and eyes wide in a combination of surprise, fear, anger, and pleasure. She had heard about how this boy reacted to something up his ass. So what if it was less than consensual this time? She slid her finger out to the tip, and when she thrust it back in it was joined by a second. Justin knew he shouldn't have been surprised at that point by the level of control this girl had over him. Still, he was. This girl who had forced herself into his house and used him to get off was now fucking him without a thought whether he wanted it or not. No, worse. She knew he wanted it. He gave in more completely than he had before, as much as he could. He spread his legs further and allowed her complete access to his ass. He laid back, closed his eyes, and accepted the shame that accompanied the fact that he enjoyed this. "There you go. You are a little slut, aren't you?" After pumping his ass a few times with two fingers, she removed them, in the process taking great pleasure in the whimper she heard upon their withdrawal. "Don't worry. I'm not done with you." The next thing Justin felt was something thick pressed against his ass. Oh god, he thought. She's going to fuck me with my own - At that moment, Justin's mind exploded as he felt his 9-inch dildo slide into his ass. As the dildo moved in and out of his ass, fucking him relentlessly, Justin lost all abandon and moaned like a whore. The dildo repeatedly hitting his prostate was driving him wild; his cock throbbed almost painfully and his balls felt huge. Finally he could take it no longer. He reached down and gripped his huge member with a tight fist. He thought he heard the girl telling him to do just that, but he wasn't sure anymore. He took one stroke on his aching tool and exploded as he felt the dildo shoved further than ever into his ass. Justin shot jets of cum, which landed on his face, on his shoulders, his chest, and finally his abs. It was the most intense pleasure of his life. He hadn't realized how loudly he moaned when he came, but, laying back with his eyes closed, spent and defeated, realized that he had gotten his cum in his own mouth. He breathed heavily, his sweaty chest heaving. He gasped as he felt the dildo slide out of his ass. The girl stood and took stock of her conquest. The young gay stud lay on his bed, completely spent. The same willful boy who objected to even being naked in front of her had just exploded over himself after she violated his ass. More importantly, she had taken his cock just like she said she would. Why do they ever think they can defy her? This one was cute, though. She liked the way his big, thick cock flopped and throbbed while his chest heaved and his abs rippled. She gave his fat cock one more squeeze (eliciting a gasp) before exiting the room. Her last thought before leaving the apartment was that she might have to pay this one another visit sometime. Justin didn't open his eyes until he heard the door to his apartment open and close. He couldn't bear the site of the woman -- a woman! -- who had used, violated, raped, and totally defeated him. He lay on his bed feeling shame, fatigue, humiliation... but he couldn't deny that even after an intense orgasm, he already felt a stirring in his cock. He stood and walked back to the living room, his big cock swinging. He knew the girl was gone, and stood, naked, in the middle of the room, knowing that she had completely owned him. The end. For now.