Note: This is work of fiction in every way possible and contains themes like non consensual sex, abuse and violence, if any of these effect you negatively, please skip the story. For those who enjoy all of the above, you're welcome to my first ever Literotica story.
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Having just shifted to a new city, I considered myself lucky to have found myself an apartment to rent in just a matter of two weeks of searching, but what was more fortunate was that I was sharing it with Tom, an Instagram influencer who I'd crushed on since I was 17 years old.
Coming to myself, my name is Veryl, I am 5'2, fair toned with a smooth and slightly muscular build to my body, have brown eyes, pink lips and black curly hair. And also, I'm gay. I had just finished my senior year and moved away from my home for my undergrad study.
Tom on the other hand, stood at 6' 2 and was a fair toned guy with a buff appearance, all his body glorified with chiseled muscles that he loved to flaunt to his followers and had taken him about six years to build. Besides that honeytrap, he had a chiseled face and hazel eyes that screamed mischief and innocence all at the same time. I'd often imagined him while jerking off but I knew he was straight, but now that I had found myself as his roommate, I had vowed to stop that.
Tom is a few months older to me and I'm 20 right now and he'll be turning 21 tomorrow. He and I have known each other for about four months now, and he was quite helpful to me while settling in my new life here and it was a relief to know he was kind in person towards everyone around him. He even had a nickname for me. "Brown eyes" while I called him "Tim" to elicit a well deserved scowl every time I said it.
Now what happened later is as follows:
"Hey, I'm gonna be out all day with my buddies and will probably be late, don't wait for me and you can lock up if you want," Tim said as he ruffled my hair while I sat at the dining table eating breakfast making me pull his hand off. He chuckled at my annoyed face and bounced off the door before I could get a word out.
Rolling my eyes, I gulped the last bite and yelled, "There will be payback Timmy!" to which I could hear an audible 'huff' as he rushed to the elevator.
I quickly got up and cleaned and tidied up the kitchenette before plopping down on the sofa scrolling through my texts when something caught my eye.
"Hey! You free for drinks and dinner tonight?" the text read and I realized it was from a guy I had matched with online three weeks back, we'd met two weeks back and he'd left town for a vacation, guess he was back now.
I texted him a "Sure!" thinking maybe this would lead somewhere and with no one around here to holler me, maybe I could actually have a serious relationship.
"How about 8? I'll pick you up?", the screen of my phone lit up making me smile as I replied in affirmative.
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I wore a sheer black shirt and tight fitted white jeans that accentuated my butt as I stood below my apartment. I hadn't even realized I was fiddling with the stone that dangled from the chain in my neck until a black SUV honked beside me.
The window to the passenger seat lowered and I was met with a face, a confident smile plastered on it.
"Get in babe" he said, as he opened the door for me.
I slipped in and closed the door, the engine revving up on cue as he drove us. Matt was quite a gentleman most of the time, he had those Italian good looks and a ripped body underneath which he'd sent me pics of quite often since we started talking.
"Great fit babe," he said eyeing me with a mix of lust and admiration, his own black silk shirt unbuttoned enough for me to see his upper abs and pecs, and his jeans sporting a non mistakable bulge.
"You look good too.." I said peeling my eyes off of his bulge and only realizing now that he had his hand stretched towards me. I placed my palm on his, embarrassed at myself for staring which he only smiled at knowingly.
"So how have you been baby?" he asked kissing the back of my hand, his eyes only meeting mine for a split second before they went back to the road.
"All good here, how was your vacation?" I asked softly, a blush coating my cheeks as I pulled my hand back. To be frank, I wasn't much of a socialite as far as romance goes, I mean I did have a few flings but they never amounted to anything and I was a virgin too.
"You look so cute when you blush," he said chuckling as he turned the car into a parking space.
"Thanks I guess... What have you planned for us?" I asked gingerly as he got down and opened the door for me.
"Well we're gonna go to the club so probably some alcohol and dancing, then we could go to my place or yours, and I'd love to see everything under those pretty clothes," he said kissing my cheek and whispering the last bit in my ear making my face turn red.
Showing a membership card to the bouncer, he walked me inside and lead me to a secluded booth. He ordered a few drinks for us and we talked for a while before he convinced me to go the dance floor.
Matt placed his hand around my waist and pulled me in the middle of the rather rowdy crowd, both of us laughing as we made it in before he turned me towards him and began dancing close to my body.
He discreetly shifted his hand from my waist to my ass and squeezed my butt lightly, his eyes looking into mine intensely before he pulled my body into his and whispered in my ear, "I wanna see you on your fours sometime soon baby, this ass deserves a hard pounding."
The music had slowed by now and while everyone around us danced, all I could think of was his hands as they explored my body, the fabric of my clothes the only thing between his hands and my skin. He turned me around and pressed my ass into his bulge, which didn't hide his size.
"You're big," I whispered as he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear, his hand squeezing my pec and the other one palming my own hard on roughly.
"Yeah babe, you wanna see how big I am?" he whispered as he began unzipping himself while alarm bells started tolling in my head.
"Matt... not here, there are people around..." I spoke as he roughly kneaded my right pec eliciting a moan from me.
"Don't worry about them, worry about how you're gonna sit on your knees in those tight jeans..." He whispered before using his hands to push me to my knees, I knew this was risky and probably wrong but the drinks I had made me act like a puppet in Matt's hands.
I could feel the fabric of my skinny white jeans stretch over my ass and all I could do was weakly protest as Matt turned me around to face him, or more accurately to face his crotch as he began fishing out his cock.
"Please not like this..." I whispered looking at him, begging him to not humiliate me this way in front of strangers.
"I'd suggest open your shirt up babe, I'm gonna make a mess of you after all," he said cupping my face with both his hands and gave me a sloppy kiss before rubbing my face on his crotch, his hand holding my hair to navigate my face deftly.
"Show time babe," he cooed as he pulled my face away and his cock sprang out, all eight inches of veiny glory as he rubbed it on my temple, then my eyes and then on my cheeks. He admired his work as his precum leaked and coated my face, anointing me as his "fuck toy" something he'd said he wanted when we'd first started texting.
"Open your pretty little mouth, let's explore all the ways it can be used huh," he smirked as he rubbed the head of his cock on my lips before using his hand to part them for him to slide it in.
Tears welled up in my eyes as he pushed his cock deeper in my mouth, my eyes trained on his face begging him to stop this humiliation.
"You'll get used to it babe," he consoled and I knew he meant it about degrading me publicly. I had really liked him and had thought I knew him so well now, but he'd shocked me today as he carelessly drove his cock deeper in my throat, fucking my face with long and slow thrusts in the middle of a pub while people danced and grinded against one another right beside us. The people too, didn't seem to mind the lewd act, as if they were used to seeing such things.
"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," Matt whispered to me, his eyes fixated on mine, admiring how my lips stretched around his thick cock and he entered more and more of it into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes, my gagging mouth trying to pull away for air as he kept me in place with one of his hands while both my hands pushed at his strong thighs in an attempt to free myself.
"Do you wanna breathe babe?" he said looking at me, teasing me as I helplessly thrashed under him, begging him to let go of my head. He chuckled and finally let go of me and I fell back on my ass, coughing violently and gasping, taking in as much of air as I could, while he stood there, his big fat cock hard in front of my face, waiting eagerly to be inside my mouth.
"Come back here baby," Matt spoke putting his hand back in my hair and pulled me on to my knees before thrusting the entire length of his fat cock down my throat. I choked on it but this time Matt wouldn't let go, mischief and lust clouding in his eyes as he skull fucked my mouth, enjoying every minute of using me.
"Yes baby just like that," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head while I could feel my drool drip down my chin, wetting my chest and the tears from my eyes and runny nose making me look like an utter mess. Matt soon held my head with both his hands and yelled, "I'm close babe, I'm gonna put my load deep inside your throat and you're gonna swallow every drop of it like a good little bitch," as his thrusting became erratic and I felt his warm seed flood my mouth and throat. I didn't wanna swallow him but I had no choice other than gulping all of it as fast as I could or I'd choke on it.
I could hear Matt moan loudly as he kept cumming for about half a minute before he let go of my head and I pulled away as soon as he did, coughing and sputtering his load all over myself while he shot his last two streams all over my face and shirt. A guy near us cheered and patted him on the back, another one complementing him for his 'artwork' as I sat there, trying to compose myself as people looked at my abused face which as Matt had promised, was an utter mess.
Matt took out his phone and clicked a few pics of me, his flash blinding me as tears of humiliation ran freely down my eyes after which he put his cock back in his jeans and picked me up in his hands, kissing me sloppily.
"You were so good baby, don't you worry by the time I've trained you to be my ideal boyfriend, you'll be ready to whore around in the middle of a road at daytime," he said, one of his hands pulling at my nip as he swayed to the slow music and nibbled at my neck, his cum still plastered over my face, while I mutely let him guide my body, feeling degraded in ways I had never before felt, but what surprised was the strange satisfaction I had of pleasing him, of making him cum, just for me... Maybe I was a slut deep down inside...
