Forced: "Breaking Kevin"
Mark saw Nathan walking out from behind the deck shoving His still hard cock back into His swim trunks. Nathan didn't say a word to Mark as He walked past him. He simply looked him in the eye and grinned like the cat that ate the canary. Knowing that Nathan was never up to anything good, Mark went to look. Turning the corner, he saw his best friend, Kevin. He didn’t look so good.
"Dude, are you ok?" Mark asked his buddy.
"I guess," Kevin said quietly.
Mark could tell Kev was pretty shaken. His hair was messed up, and he had fading red marks on his neck and back that looked suspiciously like handprints. The most telling sign that something was wrong was that Kevin's eyes were red and swollen. He had obviously been crying not too long ago.
"What's wrong, Kev? Did that asshole Nathan make you suck His dick again?" Mark asked bluntly, but still genuinely concerned for his friend.
Kevin winced. He had told Mark about it when it happened, but he didn't like talking about it. Kevin knew rumors had already started spreading on campus that Nathan had turned Kevin into His personal cocksucker. Kevin had tried to deny it the best he could. Still, the rumors hadn't stopped. If anything, they had gotten worse. A couple of Nathan's friends even called Kevin "cum breath" in front of Kevin's friends.
When Kevin first met Nathan, Nathan had told him how beautiful he was and that one day soon Nathan would have Kevin's lips wrapped around His cock. Kevin didn’t take Nathan seriously until that one afternoon that Nathan caught him alone in the gym showers.
Kevin told Mark that it had only happened that once, but Mark knew that wasn’t true. It was obvious that it hadn't stopped. Nathan had gotten increasingly possessive of Kevin, demanding the boy’s attention in front of everyone. Everyone knew that if Nathan wanted your attention, it was only for one reason. Nathan had a way of showing up wherever Kevin was and, after a few whispers in Kevin's ear, both of them were gone. It had been occurring with more and more frequency lately.
Nathan was not a part of their Kevin’s usual friend circle. So, when He started coming around to “talk’ to Kevin, it wasn't too hard to believe the rumors were true. In fact, it was pretty obvious to anyone who knew what to look for. Nathan had a reputation for being sexually aggressive. While there were tales of Nathan having sexually assaulted several girls and even a few guys, no one had gone to the authorities. Mainly, because no one dared.
While Mark didn't know how often it was occurring, he figured that any time that Nathan could get Kevin alone He was forcing the handsome blond boy to his knees. Afterward, Kevin’s swollen puffy lips and eyes told the rest of the story.
Mark had overheard Nathan refer to these times with Kevin as "dates." Yet, there was nothing romantic or affectionate about Nathan's gestures or words to Kevin. They didn't act like a couple. They never held hands. Mark never once saw Nathan kiss Kevin in public or put His arms around the boy. But most telling, Kevin's face never lit up when Nathan walked up. If anything, Kevin looked terrified.
It never failed, whatever Kevin was doing. Nathan would interrupt, grab Kevin firmly by the arm, and whisper in Kevin's ear that it was time for their “date.” Nathan made no attempt to hide it. If anything, it was like He wanted to make sure that Kevin’s friends overheard what He was telling Kevin.
Their "dates" never lasted very long, just long enough for Nathan to get off. When Kevin returned to his friends, he wouldn't tell them what happened, but there were signs for those who were willing to see them. More than once, Kevin had come back with torn clothes, wet spots on his t-shirt, or like today, hand marks on his neck.
"Come on, dude. You can tell me," Mark said walking towards his buddy.
"No!" Kevin said loudly, putting up his hand to stop his friend.
"Why not?" Mark asked.
"I'm naked," Kevin said quietly.
"Where's your swimsuit? There are all kinds of people here at this party," Mark said a little alarmed. He had failed to make the connection with Nathan having been there just moments ago.
"Nathan," Kevin finally said almost at a whisper.
"So, Nathan did do something, didn’t He? I knew it. You can tell me. That sick son of a bitch made you suck His dick again, didn't He?" Mark asked, feeling sorry for his friend but wanting to know exactly what had happened.
Kevin was straight as far as Mark knew. Until Nathan started hanging around, Kevin even had a girlfriend. Not anymore of course. Nathan didn't allow it. Clearly, what was happening with Nathan wasn't consensual, but Kevin wouldn't let Mark tell anyone or do anything to get Nathan to stop. What Mark couldn’t figure out was why.
"No. Um, yes, but not just that," Kevin said, a slight sob breaking from his lips. Mark was having a problem understanding what Kevin was trying to say to him. What else could Nathan have done besides that?
"Come on, man. Let me help you," Mark stepped around the deck. Kevin wasn't naked. He still had his Speedo on.
"I thought you said you were naked?" Mark asked, wondering why Kevin had told him that.
Kevin slowly turned around and showed Mark. The back of his Speedo had been ripped open along the seam, a gaping hole in the fabric ran from the waist band down under his ass. Mark could see Kevin's ass cheeks, lightly covered with peach fuzz, through the gap in the tear.
"What happened?" Mark asked concerned. Kevin threw his arms around his best friend and started weeping uncontrollably. Mark reflexively hugged his friend back, hoping to calm him down.
"He raped me, Mark. He fucking raped me. He ripped a hole in my swimsuit and fucked me. He didn’t even wear a condom. The motherfucker came in me. I can still feel it," Kevin managed to get out as he cried on Mark’s shoulder. Mark was speechless.
It was all so surrealistic. Men didn’t get raped. Mark had no experience with a situation like this. He had a hard time comprehending the enormity of what Nathan had done to the boy. It wasn’t that Mark wasn’t sympathetic. The word "rape" alone is enough to evoke strong emotions.
The problem was that Mark couldn’t grasp the psychological impact that rape has on a guy. It isn’t just the physical violation, which is bad enough. It’s the upending of gender roles, the destruction of self-image, the feelings of powerlessness and loss of dignity. It was the shame of having been used by a Man like a man would use a common whore. That's not to say that the rape of a guy is worse than for a woman, but whatever Mark understood about the rape of a woman didn't easily relate to the rape of a guy.
“How did this happen?” Mark finally asked, unsure what to say or do as he tried to get his head wrapped around the situation. Kevin let go of his friend and stepped back.
“What do you mean “how”?’ Kevin asked, unprepared to answer details of what had happened to him. Mark couldn't help but think how vulnerable Kevin looked, swollen eyes, tears running down his cheeks, standing there wearing only a Speedo that had been shredded in the back exposing his ass.
“The asshole pinned me against the deck, ripped my swimsuit open and fucking raped me. That's how,” Kevin said almost hysterically, all the while trying to pull the two pieces of his Speedo together without much luck.
“Did you tell him "No"? Why didn’t you scream? I’d have come,” Mark asked.
“Are you saying it’s my fault? Are you saying I wanted him to do this to me?” Kevin asked, tears welling up in his eyes as his voice cracked. Mark suddenly realized that he needed to be a little more sensitive. The how and why could wait until later.
"Fuck this. If you won't do anything, you've got to let me do something about it," Mark said, getting angry but still trying to comfort his buddy.
"Do what?" Kevin asked, desperately.
"I don't know. Call the police, maybe? Something, anything," Mark offered.
"He'll just swear I wanted it. He says that he has a recording of me sucking His cock. He said that He’ll show everyone and that no one will believe me that He forced me to do any of this. He said if everyone knew I was sucking His cock, they would easily believe that I had wanted Him to fuck me. And, Mark, He promised that he’d do it again if I told anyone. I shouldn't have even told you."
"Kevin, don’t be stupid. If you let Him get away with this, He won't stop. He'll rape you over and over again. He'll never stop if you don’t do something," Mark countered, unable to understand why Kevin couldn't see that the only way this would stop was if Nathan was held accountable.
"But Mark,” Kevin said, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Whether they believe Him or not, everyone will still know what He did to me. Everyone will know He fucked me like some chick, or worse a fag. And they'll look at me differently," the boy said, struggling to talk through the sobs. Mark was at a loss what to do if Kevin wouldn't agree to let him tell someone.
"Some will say poor Kevin. Others will say that I was probably was a fag and deserved it. And you know there are some guys who will decide that if Nathan can do it, they can too," Kevin said wiping the tears from his eyes. Mark could tell that Kevin was close to the breaking point, which was exactly what Nathan wanted. Once the boy broke, Nathan would own him.
"I just can't. Please. You can’t tell anyone else. No matter what, everyone will wonder that if I really didn't want it, why didn’t I stop Him or at least get away. I'm not gay, Mark. You know that. I never sucked a dick before Nathan made me do it. It’s bad enough that some people already believe that I’m sucking Him off. I really don't want anyone to know that now Nathan has fucked me too. I don't want anyone to think I wanted it. And even if they believe me, they will still look at me as the poor pathetic guy that Nathan raped. They will know the only reason that He raped me was because I was too weak to stop him. I don't want to be known as THAT guy, Mark."
At that moment, Nathan came around the corner. Mark sized Him up. He wanted to beat the shit out of Him, but Nathan was much bigger, more muscular than he was. Mark doubted he could take Him. Still, it did nothing to lessen his anger.
"I know what you did, asshole. You're not going to get away with this," Mark said angrily. Nathan just smiled. It was the confident look of someone firmly in control of the situation.
"What? You got a problem with Me fucking My best girl?" Nathan asked smugly.
"Dude, what you did is rape. Kevin isn't a girl. He isn't even gay," Mark said.
"Yes, he is. He sucks My cock all the time. In My book, that makes him a fag. But, you know, "fag" is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of him as “My girl," especially since he's so pretty and loves taking My cock," Nathan said, reaching out and lightly grabbing Kevin's ass. Kevin recoiled, but only barely.
"He didn't want to do it. You made him do it," Mark protested.
"I didn't make him do anything. You should see how quickly My girl falls to his knees begging to suck My cock. I don’t even have to ask for a blowjob anymore. As soon as he can get me alone, he’s pawing at My jeans desperate to suck My dick. Maybe one day I'll let you watch. You'll see what a total slut he is with My cock in his mouth," Nathan told Mark smirking. Turning to Kevin, Nathan nudged him to get his attention.
"Don't you, baby? Don't you love sucking your Man's cock?" Nathan asked looking at Kevin in a way that dared him to deny it. Kevin just looked down at the ground saying nothing.
"Aww, is My baby girl embarrassed that I'm talking about how much you love sucking My cock? Don't be that way. Every Man knows how much girls like you crave cock, especially one as big as Mine. You should be grateful. I don’t let just any bitch suck My cock. Did you tell Mark how you always swallow My load like a good girl, and that you even thank Me for letting you suck My dick?" Nathan asked with a grin.
"No," Kevin whispered.
Mark found the response maddening. Did Kevin mean "No" that he hadn’t told Mark? "No" he didn't love sucking Nathan's dick or swallowing His load? "No" Kevin didn't thank Nathan for letting him blow Him? Mark wished Kevin would just stand up for himself, set the record straight that all of this was unwanted, that he had been forced to do whatever Nathan made him do.
Nathan turned to Mark, taking a threatening step forward. Mark backed up a step unsure what Nathan was about to do.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is, and honestly, I don't care. This is none of your business. But since you seem so curious, I just figured it was time for Kevin to stop being a little tease and put out for his Man. I treat him good, real good. Just like I treat all the rest of My bitches. I take him out on dates. I show him some attention. I let him know how sexy his ass is and how it brings out the Man in Me. In fact, I treat him better than most girls I've been with," Nathan said in a patronizing manner that suggested Kevin should be thankful Nathan was “dating” him.
Still, Kevin said nothing. Mark wondered why Kevin wouldn't say something, anything, to show that Nathan was lying. That he didn't want to do those things that Nathan made him do. How much more could the boy take before he cracked?
"But eventually, that's not enough now, is it?" Nathan continued.
"You know how it is. Real Men have needs. Sure, I could fuck anyone I want. Lots of chicks love it when I fuck them, but Kevin here is My girl. He knew that he'd eventually have to put out, to satisfy his Man, if he wanted to keep being My “best” girl. Didn't you Kevin?" Nathan said, not really caring if Kevin responded. Everything being said was really for Mark’s benefit.
"So, yeah, I fucked him. I fucked him good, and he loved it. You should have heard him moaning like a slut as he took My cock up his pretty little pussy. I even knocked the horny little bitch up. I shot a huge load of My spunk up in his pussy and that makes him mine now. And that won't be the last time I fuck your friend either. I'll fuck him any time I want, as much as I want. Who's going to stop Me? You?" Nathan asked laughing, almost daring Mark to do something about it.
Mark couldn't help but think that Nathan sounded like a typical misogynistic straight guy. Women are only good for one thing. If a Man cheats, it’s because the woman wasn't satisfying His needs. Mark had heard it all before. Only, Nathan wasn't talking about a woman. He was talking about Kevin. Yet, in some perverse way, in Nathan's mind, Kevin was a girl. And He expected Kevin to do what girls are supposed do for their Men.
Nathan walked up behind Kevin, towering over the boy by at least 3 or 4 inches. He reached out and put His hands on Kevin's waist pulling the boy to Him. Kevin cringed but allowed himself to be pulled back into Nathan until Nathan’s crotch was pushed up against Kevin’s ass. Nathan wrapped His arms around Kevin's waist as He rested His chin on the boy’s shoulder. Gently, He ran His hands all over Kevin’s body, a clear sign of His dominance.
“Whatcha think Mark, doesn’t My girl have a beautiful body, slender, not too muscly, nice tiny waist to hold on to as I fuck his pussy over and over again?” Nathan said, not really interested in what Mark thought.
It was a demonstration of Nathan's right to possess the boy, and it was a direct challenge to Mark. Nathan put one hand down the front of Kevin's Speedo, while the other was playing with Kevin's nipple. Kevin grimaced but didn’t try to pull away or even try to move Nathan's hands. Nathan stared at Mark as He kissed Kevin's neck.
"If he’s so “straight” and not loving all the attention I’m giving him, why is he letting Me hold him like this. Why is he grinding his pussy into My crotch as we speak?" Nathan asked rhetorically.
Mark glanced down. At first, he thought it was Nathan grinding His crotch into Kevin’s ass, but he wasn’t so sure now. Their bodies were so close. It was hard to tell who was pushing into whom.
Mark began to wonder, was Nathan right? Did Kevin secretly want it? Did he lead Nathan on? Whatever game Nathan was playing was getting to Mark. Mark shook his head to clear it. No, Nathan was wrong. He had known Kevin since grade school. If he was Nathan’s bitch, it was only because Nathan made him His bitch.
"I love the way your body feels next to mine, baby girl. That beautiful ass backed up into My cock gets Me hard every time," Nathan said casually. "Can you feel My cock getting hard again?" Kevin hesitated. Nathan asked again, more threateningly. Finally, Kevin started shaking his head up and down.
Mark realized Kevin wasn't at the breaking point. Nathan had broken him. Kevin was mentally and emotionally unable to challenge Nathan's right to do whatever Nathan wanted to.
As he contemplated the situation, Mark couldn't help but notice the contrast between Nathan's muscled tanned torso and the pale swimmer's build of his best friend. Nathan was muscular, solid, confident, arrogant even. Everything Kevin was not. Nathan had dark hair on his arms, legs, chest, even his abs. Kevin was smooth. What hair he did have was fine, blond, and wispy.
Nathan wasn't the first person to call Kevin pretty. Both guys and girls had said so. He wasn't handsome, like you would think of a Man, but pretty like a member of a boy band. Kevin had a softness to him, possibly even a slight effeminate quality to him. It was hard to pinpoint why Mark thought that. Maybe it was Kevin's shyness or his lack of assertiveness, or even some innate submissiveness. Mark couldn't be sure, but none of those things made him a girl, or even a fag. It didn’t even mean that he wasn't as masculine as Nathan or even as Mark was.
There was also the fact that Kevin was allowing himself to be held like a Man holds a girl. Kevin was backed into Nathan, his ass pressed up against Nathan’s crotch. Nathan’s arms were wrapped around Kevin’s waist while Nathan’s hands were taking their liberty with Kevin's smaller body. While Nathan's face was full of defiance, Kevin was submissive, compliant, unable to speak up in his own defense. Mark hated to admit it, but he could see how Kevin was the "girl," if only because Nathan made it that way.
As Mark continued to consider the situation, Nathan grasped Kevin by the throat and bent his head back as He started kissing Kevin's neck and throat aggressively. Kevin grimaced but didn't pull away. Without removing His hands from Kevin’s throat, Nathan looked at Mark.
“You're just jealous because I fucked Kevin first, but you never had a chance. Just like every chick, once Kevin saw how big My cock is, it was love at first sight. He couldn’t wait to get it in his mouth. And yeah, once a girl has My cock in her mouth, I think I'm entitled to bury it in her pussy. That's my right as a Man. If you think your boy has some problem with Me fucking him, maybe he shouldn't have been so quick to suck My cock like the horny little slut that he is." Mark couldn't believe how Nathan had totally spun what happened. Did He actually believe that? Or was it that He wanted Kevin to believe it?
Kevin looked at his best friend, tears welling up in his eyes. Mark wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. Nathan just smiled as He turned Kevin's head and started kissing Kevin, His tongue inside Kevin's mouth. Nathan was clearly getting off on humiliating Kevin, but also on showing Mark how powerless he was to stop Him.
Nathan turned Kevin around and placed Kevin's arms around His neck in a pose that struck Mark as a guy dancing with His girl. Nathan then reached down and inserted His hand into the tear in Kevin's swimsuit and started rubbing the boy's round firm ass, slipping the length of His hand between the boy’s butt cheeks. Kevin grimaced but, again, did nothing to pull away or to make Nathan remove His hand. He just stood there, his arms remaining where Nathan had put them.
"You wanted it didn't you, Kevin? Tell your friend. You wanted to show Me how you'd do anything to keep being My “best” girl, didn't you? Tell your buddy over there how you bent over and begged Me to fuck your pretty little pussy," Nathan said, grabbing one of Kevin's hands and pushing into the top of His swim trunks.
Kevin instinctively wrapped his hand around the swelling cock that had so recently ripped his manhood from him. Not so much because he wanted to, but because Nathan expected him to. Kevin had learned that capitulation was best. The alternative was much worse. Nathan grabbed Kevin's chin and pulled it up so that he had to look Nathan in the eye.
"Tell him how you moaned like a bitch while I fucked you. Tell him how when you felt My throbbing cock start to unload in your pussy, you begged Me for My load, to knock you up like a good bitch," Nathan ordered.
If Kevin had moaned, and if he had begged for it, Mark thought that it was only because Nathan insisted that Kevin do it. Still, Mark realized that, to anyone accidently stumbling upon them, it probably would have looked like Kevin was willingly giving up his ass to Nathan. Mark guessed that at the time, Kevin would have said or done anything for it just to be over.
Kevin flinched at both the memory of the searing pain of being penetrated and the humiliation that he felt when Nathan’s cock started unloading cum deep inside him, but he didn't say anything. He couldn't even offer an explanation why he didn't fight back, at least not one he expected anyone to believe.
"Don't disrespect Me, bitch. Answer Me," Nathan said harshly, grabbing Kevin's throat and squeezing tightly. Kevin jumped from the sudden aggressive move and the firm hold Nathan had around his throat.
"Yes, Sir. I wanted it. I wanted you to fuck me," Kevin blurted out as he wiped new tears away from his cheeks again unable to look at Mark as the words left his lips.
"Tell your friend there how you didn't just want it, but you begged me to fuck you," Nathan said, almost growling. Kevin murmured something that sounded like "Please, Nathan" as he hung his head in shame, tears dripping off his face.
"Do it!" Nathan barked. Startled Kevin looked up.
"I begged Him to fuck me. I wanted Him to cum inside me. Everything happened just like He said," Kevin finally said choking back sobs as he glanced over momentarily to see how Mark was reacting. He couldn’t tell if Mark realized that he was being forced to say these things or if his best friend was starting to think that Kevin was just some horny fag who secretly wanted Nathan to fuck him.
"See," Nathan said sneering at Mark. "He wanted it. You heard it from him directly.” Then turning back to Kevin, “You love taking your Man's cock up your pussy, and you can't wait to do it again. Isn't that right, baby girl?" Nathan asked. Kevin just stood there, his eyes studying the ground. Slowly, he tilted his head up and down.
Mark looked at Nathan. If he expected to see some little regret for forcing Kevin to have sex with Him, or even sympathy for the humiliation the boy was going through, he didn't. Instead, a grin came over Nathan’s face. It was clear Nathan was enjoying the mental domination of the boy, demeaning him, and flaunting it in Mark’s face.
"All this talk about how much you love getting fucked by Me has Me all worked up again, baby girl," Nathan said turning Kevin around, so that he was facing away from Nathan again.
"Show me your pussy, baby. I want to see if you can handle another long hard fucking from your Man."
Kevin stood still as Nathan stuck his fingers up in Kevin's swollen and battered hole moving them around. Kevin tried to hold still but the pain caused him to squirm in discomfort. Still, he did nothing to stop Nathan. Again, he didn't even try to pull away.
Mark couldn't believe what he was watching. It was like Kevin was a hand puppet and Nathan was his puppeteer. It was hard to watch. Mark felt nothing but pity for Kevin. Well, almost nothing else. While part of him was disgusted by Kevin for allowing himself to be treated this way, Mark was also slightly turned on at how Nathan was commanding the boy’s complete and utter submission. Nathan pulled his fingers out, inspecting them.
"Look," Nathan said, showing Mark his slicked-up fingers.
"He's still wet from My cum in his pussy. Not surprising since I saved up a nice big load for his first time. I wanted it to be special for him. I don't even need to lube My cock to fuck him again. Pretty hot, huh?" Nathan said looking directly at Mark. If looks could kill, Nathan would be dead.
"Baby boy, show your buddy here how much you like the taste of My cum," Nathan said presenting His fingers to Kevin. Kevin hesitated. The humiliation was almost unbearable.
"Open your mouth, bitch," Nathan said harshly.
As Kevin did so, Nathan inserted His fingers into Kevin's mouth rubbing them all around inside. Mark watched with silent contempt as Kevin eventually started sucking Nathan's fingers. It was not like Kevin wanted to suck Nathan's fingers clean, Mark told himself. It was like he had to even though Nathan had not told him to do it, at least not out loud.
Watching Kevin refuse to fight back, Mark realized it didn't matter what he did to try to hold Nathan accountable. He'd get away with it if Kevin wouldn’t speak up for himself. If Kevin said that he wanted Nathan to fuck him, no matter how disingenuous it sounded, there was nothing Mark could do. Mark figured that if he was Nathan, he'd probably continue to fuck Kevin too. It was clear that the boy had given up and would let Nathan do to him whatever He wanted.
"Now, little fag boy," Nathan said directing the comment to Mark, not Kevin. "I know you're jealous that I'm not fucking you instead of Kevin, but I'm a one girl sort of Man." Mark stared in disbelief at Nathan's arrogance.
"So, I think I’m going to fuck My best girl again, knowing he's still moist from Me popping his cherry. His hot little ass rubbing up on My crotch has gotten Me horny again. Now, you can stand there and watch what a stud I am and how Kevin loves taking My cock, or you can move along. Your choice," Nathan said as He placed Kevin's hands on the deck in front of him and kicked the boy's legs apart. Kevin started sobbing.
“Please, Nathan” was all the boy could muster.
Mark watched as Nathan bent Kevin forward slightly. He pulled His half-swollen horse cock out of His swim trunks and rubbed it between Kevin's butt cheeks. Placing one arm around Kevin's waist to hold him in place, Nathan started kissing the boy's neck as began to grind His cock against Kevin's ass until He got fully hard again. Kevin felt Nathan getting thicker and thicker. Realizing Nathan was actually going to fuck him in front of Mark, Kevin finally said something.
"Please, Nathan, don't. Please don't do this to me. Don't fuck me in front of someone else, especially not Mark." Tears started welling up in Kevin's eyes again as Nathan moved His swollen shaft between Kevin's butt cheeks, parting them to allow His cock to press up against Kevin's already bruised and battered hole. It was clear Nathan had no intention of stopping. He was enjoying Kevin’s humiliation too much.
For some reason, Mark fixated on Kevin's actual words. He didn't ask not to be fucked. He asked not to be fucked in front of him. It was clear that at some point he had internalized that he had no right to tell Nathan that He couldn't fuck him.
"I'll decide when and where I fuck you. I'm the Man, not you. Your just my new favorite piece of pussy," Nathan said as He slipped the back of Kevin's speedo down past his ass cheeks and down to the ground. Grabbing Kevin's glutes, Nathan spread them wide open to show Mark the boy's swollen battered hole.
"Look how hot. Newly cunted. Just made for My cock," Nathan said sneering. "If I keep fucking him like this, he'll even have pussy lips after a while." Kevin let out a loud sob.
"Mark, please leave. For me," Kevin said as tears rolled off his cheeks down his chest. Kevin could feel Nathan's cock head about to penetrate him.
"But Kevin," Mark said, protesting.
"I don't want you to see this. Please don't watch Him fuck me," Kevin said, almost hysterically.
"You don't have to do this, Kevin. You can yell. The rest of the guys will come to us, get Him away from you," Mark said, clearly distressed by what he was watching.
"And do what?" Nathan interrupted. "Watch as Kevin lets Me fuck him? Watch him moan about how much he loves it because I'll beat the shit out of him if he doesn't?" Nathan grinned, knowing there was little that Mark could do about it. Kevin would do whatever Nathan told him.
Turning back to Kevin, Nathan said almost sweetly, "Your tears make me rock hard, baby girl. I think I'm going to have to fuck you really long and hard this time. Would you like that?" Kevin just nodded his head in submission, not quite a yes, but definitely not a no. He knew Nathan would do whatever He wanted whether he agreed or not.
"Please go, Mark," Kevin pleaded with his friend one final time. Mark started to say something but didn't. He just shook his head as he turned to leave.
As Mark walked away bewildered as to why Kevin did nothing to stop Nathan or to even let him do something about what was happening, he heard Kevin let out a muffled scream joined by Nathan’s grunts of pleasure.
For Kevin's sake, he hoped that the other people at the party couldn't hear them. Even if they did, they'd probably ignore it. They knew Nathan’s reputation. None of the other guys wanted to be in Kevin's place. A few however wouldn't mind taking a turn at Kevin's newly cunted "pussy," if Nathan would allow it.
A brief thought came to Mark. If you had to fuck a guy, Kevin was about as hot as it gets. While he felt bad for Kevin, if he wouldn't do anything, this was his life from now on.
Two things bothered Mark. He just couldn't understand why Kevin wouldn't stand up for himself. And second, adjusting his own hard on, why was he so turned on hearing Nathan fuck his best friend against his will?
If he would allow himself to admit it, Mark was a little jealous. Deep down, he felt that if anybody should have been fucking Kevin, it should have been him. And now that Nathan had maybe he would too.
If Kevin was going to allow himself to be treated like a girl, Mark had his needs as well.
Future read…
It’s a long read, but this story is amazingly hot. Love how an alpha top turns a faggot into his girl.
