How it Started Pt. 04

Warning: themes of non-consent, bullying, all characters are over 18. This is a fictional story with no basis in actual events.

Things settled into a routine after Kevin fucked me for the first, second, and third time that fateful Saturday. I would go to his house after school to... see to his needs. Weekends we would have "sleepovers" where I would be his plaything all night long. His mother was on board with this, seeing it as young love in bloom and wanting to be the cool, supportive mom.

Kevin did fuck me in front of the hallway mirror, as he once suggested. Making me look into my own eyes as he took me. Seeing the look on my face as I came from the assault on my prostate, and the messed up makeup as I cried and squealed until he finished inside me.

Kevin made me ride his dick on the living room couch, dressed like a pervert's idea of a sexy school girl. His mom even came down and offered snacks afterwards, with me trying to hold in everything threatening to drip out.

Once summer break started, the slumber parties became a daily thing. I would say goodbye to my parents and my normal boy life, then go over to Kevin's to get railed or face fucked or told to give a porn worthy blowjob. It seemed like every day, even if Kevin had listened to his mom about moderating how rough he was after how that first day left me limping.

Kevin even recorded some of our "sessions." He told me it was for his personal library, and it's not like he didn't already have plenty of blackmail material. But something about the videos and pictures added another layer of submission and degeneracy.

Pictures of me on my knees smiling for the camera, face covered in cum from our latest activities. Or the face I make in the mirror when he first enters me, and later on as we each reach our respective climaxes. Videos of me between his knees, following directions to be all smiles and seduction as he sucked his soul out of his dick.

His fascination with making me climax too was something I wasn't really ready for. From tugging on my own small penis while he fucked me to demanding I touch myself during blowjobs, he was insistent. It made things... almost enjoyable. I was starting to get aroused anytime I pleasured him even in spite of myself. Halfway through the summer Keven seemed to master making me explode just from the angle and rhythm of his dicking. It felt so degrading to have a man make me moan and lose myself just from being on the receiving end of cock, but it was far too late to stop what was happening.

But it had to stop sooner or later. I knew the summer was coming to an end and we would both be heading off to separate colleges. Kevin's mom even threw us a little party at her house, before she made herself scarce so he could bend me over the table and help me get "ready" for what the frat boys would probably do to me.

I looked forward to college. As much as this strange thing with Kevin had been a confusing mess of embarrassing and... not awful... I wanted to get back on my normally planned life. As a boy. As a man, actually. Dating women, getting a girlfriend, having sex without being some guy's plaything.

The day I moved into the dorms was exciting. My parents helped load the car and sent me off. The campus well manicured and looked like something out of a movie. was Kevin was the farthest thing from my mind as I walked into my room to meet my new roommate and found... Kevin. He had switched his choice of school without telling me, requested me as his roommate, and was even "kind" enough to bring the wardrobe of girls' clothes he had built up for me.

I cried again as he fucked me that night.

My college plans were derailed as he had me basically be an open femboy on campus, and his loudly proclaimed me his girlfriend on those surprisingly numerous, awkward occasions where other guys hit on me.

It wasn't long into the first semester before he dropped the L word. Still balls deep in me, dick only just starting to soften from a vigorous fucking... Kevin just confessed that he loves me.

The silence of my non-reply went on, and I could tell it hurt him. After all this time of being on the receiving end, I finally hurt him back. After a few minutes of building silence, he left to go out and get some fresh air in the quad.

The thing was... I didn't like hurting him. A part of me was... enjoying all the attention. His attention. Being the object of his pleasure. Waking up in his arms, the cute little dates at the campus cafe, the....

Wow. He had really gotten into my head. Or... was this real? Do I actually... like Kevin? Maybe even... love him? That would be messed up. But the more I thought about how much I hated hurting him I was forced to... consider things.

When he came back an hour later, I was wearing a special outfit. The corny sequined dress he had first fucked me in for prom season. I let it fall off me to reveal a new lingerie set he had been hounding me to wear.

"Don't make me say it. Not yet. But... I think I feel the same way. Why don't we just... show how we feel?"

....................................................................................

Thank you all for the support! Im still pretty new to writing like this, but it's nice to know my work is appreciated.