Protector Betrayal

I struggled to decide what point of view I wanted it from, but have clearly resolved this in some manner because you're reading this now.

No it's not immediate, but it is a short one.

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It's your birthday, 19th, not quite fully an adult, but almost there. I'm a few years older, so I bring the alcohol, lucky for me, I'm the oldest one showing up, no tasteless beers. I bring ciders for everyone in a large cooler, buried at the bottom, a single pint of Jaegar.

I walk up to the door and knock on the door with my foot, the large cooler in my hands and smile when you answer the door, "Hey Alice." You smile back. Your long brown hair goes down to the middle of your back, framing your cute face perfectly, it doesn't take much effort to keep eye contact, though there is a great view a bit further south, but that comes later.

"Hey James, is that-?" You ask, being a bit cautious in case someone else hears.

"Yeah, I brought the cider, and jaegar for me. High tolerance." I say, smiling shyly, no lie in my voice, there never was.

"Oh, good." she said, waving me in insistently. I come in and set the cooler down by the party table with the chips and snacks.

I set up my small table and grab a cider for myself, making sure the jaegar is safely nestled down in the bottom of the cooler. I set the cider on my table and walk back out to my car, grabbing my chess set. I go back and set it up on the table, I open a cider and drink it slowly, waiting for enough people to arrive.

The party fully populated, I grab two shot glasses hidden among my chess set and grab the jaegar from the bottle of my cooler. As I set down my glasses and the bottle you bring him over, your boyfriend, "This is James, James, this is Ken, my boyfriend." He scowls when he hears my name and glares at me, a look I recognize all too well, I received it from your other boyfriend. You said my name when you were alone with him.

I smirk at the realization and hold out my hand for Ken, he's a bit of a slender man, and though he's the second tallest at this party, I have a couple inches on him. He tries to compensate for the large size difference by squeezing my hand hard in an attempt to show strength. I restrain myself and give a moderate handshake.

"Hey Ken, ever play shot chess?" I asked, knowing he would take up the opportunity to try and prove his superiority.

Ken shook his head but snagged a nearby stool and sat across from me, white, I always play black. I pour us each a shot, "You take a piece, you take a shot." I explain, "If you can't take the shot, you forfeit the game, no matter how better you're doing. You throw up before the game is over, you forfeit."

"You're going to lose." He said confidently, moving the pawn forward, I chuckle lightly, he was trying to use standard chess tactics.

Much later, Ken was just about to fall over and I was a bit groggy, but it was the end, I moved my queen and it was checkmate. I took the last shot, taking the shots from both glasses, a crowd had gathered, because a drinking game is a drinking game, and they cheered when I put the cap back on the jaegar.

Ken got up and stumbled over and I reached out and steadied him, he gave me a dirty look, but was in no shape to protest. I walked him to the couch and laid him down on it, "Here you go, maybe lie down for a bit."

I walked back to my chess set and rolled it up, putting away the pieces. I walk over to the snack table and grab a cider as well as the last sandwich there, I would need to sober up a bit, and you would need to get a little drunker for my plan tonight to work. I popped a cider and took a sip, filling up the missing space with some jaegar and I walk over to you, pretending to pop it again as I hand it off.

"Thanks for helping Ken lie down." you say, taking a drink of the mixed beverage, making a face, "It tastes funny."

"It's alcohol, what did you expect?" I ask.

This goes on for some time, me making sure you drink enough water to prevent hangover as well, until the partygoers begin filing out. I carry you back to your room, you giggling the whole way, a couple of the men, Ken included, eye you and I shake my head as I take you to your room, setting you down in your bed.

You grab my t-shirt sleeve, "Stay with me, please?" you ask, big eyes. I smile back and agree, it's going better than I expected.

I lay down next to you and pat my pocket to make sure the cloth is where it's supposed to be. You needed to be drunk for this, but for what comes next, you need to be sober. You fall asleep, heavily and I move quickly, pulling the cloth out of my pants, I use it to bind your wrists, the plush fabric moving between my fingers as I bind your wrists tightly behind your back.

I position you and hold you in a more comfortable position before nodding off myself.

You stir and I wake up immediately, I move further up on the bed and work on getting my pants and boxers off. I grab you gingerly by your shoulders and pull you up a little into my naked lap, my cock slowly hardening.

Your eyes open and you look up at me confused, "James?" You ask softly, your eyes move down to my crotch and they widen and you struggle to move away, not very productively with my hands lightly on your shoulders, "James, what are you-" You begin a little more loudly.

I put a finger on your lips, "Shh, do you want to wake up your roommates?" I ask, removing my finger.

"James, what are you doing?" You ask, almost begging me to tell you I'm not doing what you're thinking, even as you struggle against your bonds.

"Only what we've both wanted to do for a while." I say, pulling lightly on your shoulders to arrange you to better put it in your mouth, "Come on, you need to get it hard so I can fuck you like you want me to." I give a lie that you recognize immediately, the throbbing tip pressed lightly against your lips, a small amount of precum leaking between them. I could force it in your mouth, but I want you to take it in.

You think for a moment, looking up at me in the dark of the room, you lick your lips which I mistake for anticipation, I support your head with my hand which you mistake for insistence. Your tongue slips out of your mouth and quests towards the tip, licking up the bead of precum. Your eyes widen slightly as it really hits you that this is really happening, but you're unable to stop yourself as you lock your lips around the tip and suck the rest of it in your mouth.

Your nose becomes buried in my pubic hair and you moan as you recognize a stronger version of my scent. It makes you feel safe even as you're consciously aware of my forcing this on you. I moan appreciatively, putting my fingers through your hair, finally deciding to give actual input on how I wanted you to do it.

You find yourself unable to keep yourself from drooling as you become more comfortable with my cock in your mouth, the feeling of my hands in your hair and the scent of my body making you feel safe and comfortable, and the very fact that you're doing something so sexual begins to turn you on. You begin to lie to yourself, I was right, this was something you wanted all along.

I begin using your mouth more roughly and you find yourself struggling to keep up, desperately trying to breathe between thrusts, soon I cum and your eyes snap open and you moan lightly. You can't decide whether it's in dismay or pleasure. I move back and forth in your mouth slowly and you remember your arousal, deciding it must be in pleasure. You swallow and lightly suck on me a little, forgetting my promise as I pull out. You lick the underside of my cock, looking up at me intensely and give it a little kiss.

"That was nice." I say softly, playing with your hair a little and scooting down the bed.

"Mmhmm." You agree with me as I pull your body to mine. You appreciate the light cuddling, enjoying it more than the earlier sexual act, the thought of your boyfriend plays lightly on your mind, but it seems so far away with me right here.

I wrap my arms around your hips and undo the button before pulling away, zipping down your pants.

You realize what I'm doing and struggle, "What, no!" you say as I pull down your pants, your slightly damp blue panties being revealed. I press my cock lightly against your panties and you bite your lip to stifle a light moan.

"We both know you want this." I assure you as I pull back and pull your panties down. You wriggle out of my grasp and try to crawl away, but I catch you as you reach the end of the bed.

"But I have a boyfrie-" I clamp my hand over your mouth as I thrust into you, you were wet and ready for me, but tense because of your reluctance. A wave of pleasure washes over you, even with the twinge of pain still there.

I'm inside you and I feel my claim on you has been made. I withdraw my hand from your mouth and you find you agree as I begin to move within you. You push your ass against me, pushing me the rest of the way in you and begin to grind against me, moaning lightly. I wrap an arm around your hips and begin to thrust lightly, "Both you and I know it doesn't matter." I say, kissing your neck.

You agree placcidly, grinding against me each time our hips collide.

"He knows it too. I saw it in his eyes. You called him by my name, didn't you?" I asked with a smug grin as I began to take you. You nodded, not responding verbally, "Why was that?" I ask as I begin to increase my tempo a bit.

You struggle to turn to face me, once you have eye contact, your eyes are glazed over, and you find it difficult to think through the pleasure so you just say your feelings, "I love you James."

I lift your upper body as I'm thrusting, twisting around you until we're face to face, our faces almost touching, "I love you too Alice." I kiss you as I cum and I feel you cumming with me, moaning through the kiss even as you convulse around me. I move with you and ride out our orgasms. Soon enough you're lying on the bed and looking up to me expectantly. I pull out of you slowly, my cock covered with our mixed juices.

"You're mine now." I say softly, kissing you again. You nod in agreement, but continue with the expectant look in your eye. I lean back and pull your shoulders over so that you're hovering over my cock again, you recognise my intent and lick up our mixed fluids.