This is a work of gay fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely unintentional. Main themes include dominance, and small penis humiliation.
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First story on Nifty, so if you have any feedback you can email me here: amatoryanvil@gmail.com
Characters:
Mark - 5'6" tall with medium-long wavy dirty blonde hair, he is thin but muscles aren't very pronounced. More reserved and introspective, in drama and on the student council.
Levi - 6'0" tall, he has a crew cut his hair is dark brown, well defined muscles. Outgoing personality, into sports.
Chapter 1 - Secret Exposed
Mark ducked into the boys' bathroom, the heavy double doors slamming shut behind him. A sigh of relief floated up from where he hunched over the porcelain urinal. He felt like this was the only moment of peace he got all day – just him and his own thoughts.
In the silence of the bathroom, Mark heard footsteps approaching the entrance. There were two sets, sounding hurried and slightly nervous. The door squeaked open and a stream of boisterous chatter pervaded the usually quiet room.
Levi walked in, noticing Mark occupying the nearest urinal. With a raised eyebrow, Levi smirked at his friend and joined him at the row of urinals.
A heavy silence settled between them. Mark found it challenging to keep his concentration on emptying his bladder rather than on the growing tension around them. This is ridiculous, he thought, trying to ignore his friend's scrutinizing gaze. It’s just a penis, not a big deal.
The more Mark thought about it, the more the self-doubt leaked in. He and Levi had been through thick and thin since they were kids. They shared secrets, fears, and ambitions all through their early years. Yet in this single aspect of their lives, Mark felt acutely inferior.
Levi's voice broke the silence, pushing away the cloud of discomfort that Mark felt. "Just got out of physics class with Mr. Thompson?" he asked nonchalantly.
Mark's shoulders relaxed with the change of topic. "Yeah, algebra is so much easier than physics," he sighed, shaking off the last drops of urine. He zipped up and, with a quick glance left to right, walked towards the sinks. "I just don't know how you can concentrate for an entire hour without wanting to rip your hair out or something," he chuckled.
Levi followed his movements, back to the row of urinals and crossing his well-defined arms. "You'd be surprised what I can concentrate on, especially with the right motivation," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Mark let out a snort, turning on the cold water to splash some on his face. "Speaking of motivation, how did your basketball tryouts go?" He kept his gaze focused on the running faucet, willing the flush of embarrassment to leave his cheeks.
The image of his best friend seeing his tiny dick at the urinal was imprinted in his mind, and in contrast he couldn't help but think of how much different him and Levi really are.
"Oh, you'll be the first to know," Levi laughed, making sure to keep his voice light and unassuming as he admired his friends cute ass.
"But seriously, I feel really good about it. Besides, what's a high school experience without joining a sports team, right?"
He sauntered closer to Mark, resting his well-built frame against the sink. His gaze shifted between Mark’s reflection in the mirror and his still-damp hands.
Mark shrugged, using a paper towel to dry his hands before tossing it into the trash can.
"I don't know, man. I'd be too terrified of making a fool of myself in front of everyone, I think I'll just stick to doing theater and being part of the student council," he said with a grin.
Levi chuckled, following Mark out of the bathroom with a languid stride. "Well, sure, leading the student body and crushing it on stage is definitely the way to go—" His words dripped with sarcasm. "But just think about it, when we go to college, you'll want to be able to show off your...
broader range of skills," Levi finished with a wink. Mark barely registered that last remark, his mind was already back in the peaceful moment he had found in the bathroom. He just wants to hold on to those moments of solitude, where no one judged him for his stature or intelligence or capabilities, where the world was just him and the endless possibilities in front of him.
The present and the future were full of challenges, but if he could just keep it together, if he could find the strength and the courage to break free from his insecurities, then maybe he can finally make a change. Maybe this year in high school would be the one where he would come out of his shell, even if it's just a little.
Maybe, then, he wouldn't feel so powerless in the face of his best friend's quiet manipulation and the peer pressure that loomed above him every day.
Mark sighed, absentmindedly adjusting his backpack straps. He glanced at Levi, who was now engaged in a conversation with another student.
He felt a mix of admiration and envy towards his friend. Levi was never afraid to take charge or push his limits. He reveled in being the center of attention, and people naturally respected or feared him for it. Compared to him, Mark often felt like a mere observer—insecure, cautious, and safe.
And deep inside, Mark knew he could learn something from Levi's self-assured nature; his constant pushing of boundaries, regardless of the potential consequences. As they continued making their way through the crowded hallway, Mark couldn't shake off the feeling that there were bigger truths to discover about their own friendship.
Despite their differences, there existed a strong bond between them—a bond forged through years of shared experiences, mutual respect, and a hint of underlying competition that occasionally manifested in subtle ways. It was this friendship that formed the cornerstone of both their lives.
But what he didn't realize was that his own vulnerability had a charm of its own. He captivated others with his shy smile and introspective remarks in class discussions. Despite his internal anxiety, Mark had the ability to make people feel comfortable around him.
"Hey, Mark, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house after school?" Levi asked casually while they were walking towards doors leading towards outside, trying to sound as though it was a spur-of-the-moment invitation.
Mark hesitated, unsure if he should take Levi up on the offer. "Sure, why not?" He replied with a shrug, thinking it would be nice to spend time with his best friend outside of school.
"So, what are we going to do at your house?" Mark asked, hoping that he wasn't walking into something that would make him uncomfortable.
Levi shot him a mischievous smile. "I was thinking we could just hang out, watch a movie or something. You know, just relax after a long day at school," he said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Mark nodded, feeling his nerves settle a bit. "That sounds nice. I could use some downtime," he said honestly, still not fully aware of the ulterior motives that simmered under Levi's surface.
They reached Levi's car and started towards Levi's house.
The conversation ebbed and flowed, bouncing between school gossip, joking about a few shared memories, and discussing the latest movies and TV shows they had both seen. However, beneath those superficial conversations, a tension lingered in the atmosphere.
Neither of them would admit it, but they were both acutely aware that their friendship had shifted in recent months. With the ever-growing competitive nature between them, the pressure was mounting for both Mark and Levi, and not just in terms of their masculinity.
Their relationship had subtly transformed: where once there had been mutual respect and understanding, it now felt like they were constantly measuring themselves against each other and evaluating who was coming out on top. It seemed to Mark that every interaction with Levi, every remark, every joke, hid a more sinister undertone.
Mark couldn't help but wonder if this seemingly innocent trip to Levi's house was going to be another one of those moments.
They arrived at Levi's home, a modest, two-story house with a red-brick facade that blended in with the other homes on the street. The front door, a simple white one with a small, clear window, opened into a cozy entrance hall. The hall was welcoming but not overly grand, with a practical tiled floor and a modest staircase leading to the second floor.
As Mark followed Levi inside, he couldn't help but notice the family's personal touches scattered around the hallway. A few family photos adorned the walls, along with some artwork presumably created by Levi or his family members. The house was quite, Levi's parents worked a lot so he always had the house to himself. He continued to follow Levi upstairs to the end of the hall to his bedroom.
Chapter 2 - A Helping Hand
They stepped into Levi's room, originally a den but his family never used it so they let him turn it into his personal bachelor pad. It was hard not to be blinded by the glare of all that sports memorabilia. Posters of basketball stars adorned the walls, each of them sporting signature moves frozen in time. A miniature basketball hoop hung above the door, right at the level of Levi's towering six-foot frame. A pair of worn-out Air Jordans, perched precariously on a bookshelf, seemed to serve as a reminder of the games played and victories earned.
There was a faded couch that bore the brunt of many gaming marathons and movie nights, accompanied by an unyielding coffee table piled high with remotes, snack wrappers, and energy drink cans. In the corner of the room was his computer situated next to a window. The window overlooked the backyard, with a clear view of the woods beyond.
Levi's room radiated a comfortable, lazy masculinity, every corner teeming with the palpable echoes of friendly banter, adrenaline-charged debates, and endless adventures shared by him and Mark.
"Make yourself at home," Levi said offhandedly, tossing his backpack onto the couch, the impact causing a small avalanche of assorted essentials and detritus from his school day.
Mark remained quiet, surveying the familiar surroundings as though seeing them for the first time.
His gaze drifted over to the desk, a disheveled mess of school books, homework, and loose papers. His mind raced, anxiously contemplating the events that had led him to this moment.
"You always were a slob," Mark remarked teasingly, attempting to diffuse the tension that crackled in the air with his usual light-hearted banter. Scared that at any moment Levi could bring up what he saw in the bathroom at school. Mark's tiny penis had haunted him for years, leaving him feeling inadequate and vulnerable.
Mark tried his best to keep it a secret, he never changed in front of anyone and always tried to use the bathroom when it wasn't busy. If he could have just went to the bathroom earlier at school Levi would never have known his secret. Now all he could do was hope Levi wouldn't bring it up. Levi didn't seem to notice Mark's discomfort. He plopped down on to his computer chair, his arms splayed out lazily as he cracked open an energy drink, the dark liquid inside hissing ominously. Reaching over to his mouse to open up google. Levi's fingers lingered over the keyboard, an eyebrow arched as he turned towards Mark.
"You wanna see something fun?" he asked, cracking a mischievous smile.
Mark hesitated, wary of the glint in Levi's eyes. But his curiosity piqued, his posture tensed as he slowly agreed.
"Sure," he replied tentatively.
"Great, lemme show you something on reddit," Levi announced, his tone almost gleeful.
Mark pulling up an extra rolling chair that Levi keeps in his room for when he has guests.
He settles into it, mirroring Levi's posture. His hands clench into fists, unconsciously knotting and unknotting as he watches the screen flicker to life. Reddit's bold, white lettering blaring against the muted backdrop. Levi navigates to a specific subreddit, the name displayed in provocative red font: r/SizeDifference.
Mark's breath hitches as a wave of humiliation and panic crashes over him.
"Levi, what the fuck?" Mark hisses through gritted teeth.
But Levi doesn't seem to notice Mark's discomfort. Instead, he doubles down on the betrayal by clicking on a post showcasing side-by-side comparison images of various male genitals, each labeled with measurements.
"What do you think, man? How would you feel standing next to these guys?" Levi asks, a cruel grin twisted on his lips.
It's as if he's savoring the bitter taste of Mark's humiliation, the feeling of power consolidating in his grip. Mark feels like he's been punched in the gut, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest, stealing his breath away.
"For fuck's sake, Levi," Mark chokes out, but there's no stopping Levi's sadistic rollercoaster.
"Don't be like that, man. It's just a bit of fun." That's what Levi had said to soothe Mark's bruised ego. But Mark knew that it was more than just a bit of fun. It was a power play, a humiliating act designed to tear down the walls that Mark had built around his deepest insecurities.
Levi leans back in his chair, an amused expression on his face as he watches Mark's mortification grow. He takes a swig of his energy drink, his throat muscles rippling as he swallows.
"Come on, Mark.
You can't possibly be enjoying this?" Levi taunts, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. He gestures towards the screen, where a particularly explicit image has caught Mark's attention.
Mark feels his face burn with shame, his chest tightening as his heart races. He wants to look away from the screen, but he can't tear his gaze from the images in front of him. He feels his body respond instinctively, his cock swelling despite himself.
Levi notices and smirks, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Ah, I see.
You're getting a little turned on, aren't you?" Levi snorts, his lips curling in a nasty smile.
Mark feels his face burn brighter. "Fuck off," he mutters, sinking lower in his seat. But Levi just laughs, leaning back in his chair to slap Mark on the back, hard enough to make him wince.
Levi's hand lingers, burning through the fabric of Mark's shirt. Mark feels his heart race, but not from arousal this time. From fear. Fear of what Levi might do next.
A cruel glint flashes through his eyes, a shiver runs down Mark's spine. He opens his mouth to protest, to tell Levi to back off, but before he can, Levi's hand tightens on his shoulder, pulling him closer.
Levi's grip is firm, unyielding and Mark feels himself gasp at the contact. A jolt of electricity shoots through his body, igniting a spark of fear and something else he can't quite name. He tries to pull away, but Levi's grip is too strong.
His fingertips dig into Mark's flesh, leaving behind bruises that will linger long after this humiliating encounter.
"What the fuck, Levi?" Mark growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Let go of me."
But Levi doesn't listen. Instead, he leans in closer, his breath hot against Mark's cheek. "Don't be like that," he murmurs, his voice silky smooth and dripping with false affection.
"I just want to help you out, man." Levi's grip remains firm around Mark's shoulder, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on the exposed skin at the nape of Mark's neck.
Mark's pulse quickens, sweat beading on his brow as he tries to wriggle out of Levi's grasp. "Help me out?" he scoffs, struggling to keep his voice steady.
"You're not helping me out. You're fucking humiliating me."
Levi's grip tightens, a smug expression twisting his features as he leans in closer. "Come on, man," he murmurs, his voice dripping with false concern. "Don't be like that. You know you need this. I can see your insecure about your size, and I'm just trying to help you out...
You know, so you don't have to feel like such a disappointment anymore." Levi's grip tightens, his thumb tracing a path from the back of Mark's neck to his throat.
Mark feels a shiver run down his spine, a sickening mixture of fear and arousal that leaves him dizzy. He hadn't realized just how far Levi would go to exploit his insecurities, using them as a weapon to humiliate and dominate him.
But the worst part of all was how Mark's body was responding, betraying him in the most primal way possible.
His cock throbbed, straining against the confines of his jeans, demanding release.
Levi's grip tightened, his thumb tracing a path along Mark's throat. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "You like being humiliated like this." Levi's grip tightened further, as if daring Mark to disagree. "You've always been fucking loser, even before I knew about that tiny dick of yours."
Mark's heart hammered in his chest, each beat reverberating through every fiber of his being as his mind raced to process what was happening. The humiliation, the pain, the fear - all of it was so overwhelming, it was impossible to think straight.
And yet, despite all that, or perhaps because of it, Mark couldn't deny the way his body was responding. His cock throbbed insistently, straining against the confines of his pants with each passing moment.
Levi seemed to notice Mark's discomfort and let out a low chuckle, the sound twisting like a knife in Mark's gut. "See? You like this," he purred, his voice dripping with malice.
"You like it when I make you feel small, insignificant."
Mark couldn't believe what was happening. He was trapped, ensnared by his own insecurities and the devious machinations of his so-called best friend. He felt utterly powerless as Levi continued to taunt and humiliate him, each word cutting deeper than the last.
"I-I don't," Mark stammered, struggling to maintain some semblance of dignity.
"I don't like this, Levi. Stop it."
Levi's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Mark's skin. "You're lying to yourself, man. You need to be honest with yourself."
Mark felt a surge of anger, fueled by humiliation and fear. "I am being honest with myself," he spat, trying to pull away from Levi's grasp.
But Levi's grip was unyielding. "No, you're not. You're running from the truth. You've always been ashamed of your size, and now you have a chance to face that fear head-on."
Levi's words hit Mark like a punch to the gut. He couldn't deny the truth in them, but the thought of confronting his deepest insecurities made his stomach churn.
"Just look at these pictures," Levi continued, gesturing towards the screen.
"Tell me you don't feel a twinge of envy when you see these guys. They've got what you never will."
Mark couldn't deny the truth in Levi's words, but he refused to let him see just how much they affected him. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control as his mind raced with insecurities.
"I don't care," Mark lied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be like them.
I just want to be me," Mark insisted, his voice cracking with emotion.
Levi's grip loosened slightly, but his smirk remained firmly in place. "Fine, if you don't want to compare yourself to those guys, how about we try something a little more... personal?"
Before Mark could react, Levi's hands were on his belt buckle, expertly undoing it and yanking it from its loops.
Mark's heart raced as he tried to process what was happening. The fear and shame warring with a darker, more primal desire that he couldn't ignore.
Levi's smirk widened as he saw the look on Mark's face, the mixture of fear and arousal that only served to fuel his own growing need. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned Mark's jeans and slid them down his legs, leaving him sitting there in just his boxers.
Mark felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that he had never felt before.
His boxers provided little protection against the icy chill that seemed to settle in his bones, and he couldn't help but shiver as Levi continued to stare at him. It was as if he was seeing him for the first time, really seeing him, and it made Mark feel like he was under a microscope.
"What are you doing?" Mark asked, his voice trembling as much as his body.
His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to cover himself up, but Levi's grip on his wrists kept him from doing so.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Levi sneered, his eyes raking over Mark's exposed body with a hunger that made Mark's stomach churn. "I'm about to show you just how small you really are."
He looked at his best friend, seeing him in a new light, and the realization of what was happening hit him like a freight train.
Mark's body froze, torn between fear and arousal. He couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the way his body was responding to Levi's touch.
Levi took advantage of Mark's momentary paralysis, continuing to strip him of his clothes until he sat there, completely naked and vulnerable. Showing his 3 inch rock hard cock shaved smooth as if he was trying to make it look bigger. The cold air of the room made goosebumps rise on Mark's skin, and he couldn't help but shiver as Levi moved back to take in the sight of him.
"Fuck," Levi muttered under his breath, his eyes dark with desire as they raked over Mark's body.
"You're even smaller than I thought." Levi sneered, his gaze fixated on Mark's crotch. "Look at that sad little thing. It's pathetic."
Mark's face burned with shame as Levi continued to mock him. His mind reeled from the shock of being exposed and vulnerable in front of his best friend. Tears welling in his eyes he choked out almost inaudibly, "You're right." Levi's grin grew wider, greedier; in that moment, he had everything he could ever want.
Levi started to unbutton his pants sliding both them and his underwear down in one motion. Revealing his 6.5 inch thick cock.
It stood erect, proudly jutting out from its nest of dark curls.
He reached down, wrapping his fingers around Mark's shaft, a cruel grin twisting his lips as he compared the two.
"Look at the difference between us," he sneered, his fingers gripping tighter, eliciting a gasp from Mark. "I'm double the size of you."
Mark's heart raced in his chest as he tried to process what was happening. He had never felt so small, so insignificant before.
He wanted to disappear, to curl up into a ball and hide from the cruel world that had made him feel this way. Mark felt his throat close up as he looked down at Levi's hand wrapped around his cock, the contrast between the two glaringly obvious. He couldn't help but feel humiliated, embarrassed beyond belief as he stood there naked and vulnerable in front of his best friend.
Levi's grip tightened on Mark's cock, eliciting a gasp from him. "Do you like that?" he asked, smirking.
The tip of his cock was already glistening with pre-cum, and Mark couldn't help but stare at it, mesmerized by the sight. Levi chuckled, taking pleasure in the way Mark's eyes widened, his face growing redder with every passing second.
Letting go of Mark's penis Levi stood up from the chair. Kicking off his pants and underwear that were still around his ankles, as he stood. In a low and commanding tone Levi ordered Mark to stand.
Mark hesitantly obeyed the order, kicking off his clothes the same way as Levi.
Levi's gaze wanders over Mark's toned body, taking in every curve and plane of muscle, focusing on his cock. He lets out a low whistle before stepping closer to Mark. He wraps his hand around Mark's shaft, squeezing gently, making Mark gasp.
"Look how hard you are for me" Levi purrs, a smug smile on his face. "How about we recreate some of those images we saw?" Levi suggests with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Mark doesn't respond, his mind still racing with shock and embarrassment. But Levi takes silence as agreement and grasps Mark's cock in his hand once more. He begins to stroke it firmly, making Mark's breath hitch.
Stepping even closer to Mark he grabs his own thick, meaty, cock and puts it directly next to Mark's tiny penis. Levi's cruel smile widens as he sees the contrast between the two. He starts to stroke both cocks simultaneously, one in each hand. Mark tries to pull away, tried to resist but finds himself powerless against Levi's grip.
"Look at how small you are, than look how much bigger I am," Levi taunted as he continued jerking off both of them. Mark's cheeks burned with shame as he looked down at their cocks, side by side. He couldn't believe that this was happening, but there was no denying it.
Levi's grip on his cock remained firm, tightening at times, making Mark gasp and moan. His body was betraying him, his cock already ready to explode.
He wanted nothing more than to turn away from this humiliating scene, but his traitorous body had different ideas. His hips bucked into Levi's firm grip as he continued to stroke him, comparing their cocks in a way that was as unfair as it was cruel.
"Look how easy it is for me," Levi taunted, squeezing Mark's cock to demonstrate its sensitivity. "You're like a fucking toy in my hands!"
Mark whimpered at the words, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
He couldn't believe this was happening, but there was no denying it. Levi's grip on his cock was strong and unyielding, and Mark found himself unable to resist as the other boy dragged him further and further into a world of humiliation and pleasure.
Mark's hips bucked against Levi's hand, helpless to control his own body's response. His cock throbbed, and he felt a familiar warmth spreading through his groin.
"Oh, fuck," Mark groaned, his head thrown back as he gave in to the inevitable. He spurted once, twice, three times, into his friends hand, each jet of semen weaker than the last.
Levi continued to stroke him through it, dragging out every last drop until Mark's legs trembled with exhaustion. He milked him like a fucking cow, desperate to extract every ounce of pleasure from the experience.
Mark stood there, panting and sweating, his cock still twitching in Levi's grip. He couldn't believe what had just happened. His best friend had just humiliated him, degraded him, made him cum like some kind of mindless sex toy.
Levi removing his cum covered hand from Mark's semi-hard cock, moving it towards his own. Levi removes his left hand that he was using to idly stroke his cock and moves it up to Mark's shoulder, forcing him to his knees. Grabbing his own cock with his right hand using his best friends cum as lube. Levi starts jerking off in front of Mark's face. The scent and warmth of his own semen wafting towards him, tempting his senses as he started to get hard again. It was disgusting yet thrilling, and Mark couldn't deny the growing arousal as he knelt before his best friend.
"Suck it," Levi growled, his voice low and demanding. He gripped the base of his cock, aiming it at Mark like a weapon.
The tip glistening with their combined juices. "That's it," he sneered, "get on your knees and worship me, you fucking faggot."
Mark's heart hammered in his chest as he looked up at Levi, seeing his friend's cruelty reflected in his deep blue eyes. His face burned with shame, but his body betrayed him as he felt a small whimper escape his lips. He couldn't help himself; he wanted to taste Levi, to feel that power and dominance for himself.
Mark's lips parted, his tongue darting out to wet them as he leaned closer to Levi's cock.
"That's it, you filthy little slut," Levi groaned, grabbing a fistful of Mark's hair and pulling him even closer. The pain only served to heighten Mark's arousal, his cock twitching with renewed vigor as he opened his mouth wide and took Levi in.
Levi tasted salty and musky on Mark's tongue, and he couldn't get enough.
He wrapped his hand around the base of Levi's cock, stroking up and down as he sucked and licked. Each moan from Levi only served to fuel Mark's own arousal, his hips bucking as he struggled to keep up with the pace.
Levi's fingers tightened in Mark's hair, pulling hard enough to make him wince. But even that pain couldn't dull the ache in his cock, the need to feel more of Levi, to be closer to him.
Mark's body trembled with desire as he sucked and licked, his fingers digging into Levi's hips as the other boy thrust forward, his cock hitting the back of Mark's throat, causing him to gag.
Levi's moans grew louder, more desperate as he fucked Mark's mouth. His grip on Mark's hair tightened, pulling harder and faster until Mark's eyes watered. But he didn't stop, couldn't stop even as his jaw ached and his lungs burned for air.
Levi's cock was a relentless force, demanding submission and Mark gave in willingly, letting the pleasure and pain wash over him.
With a final, brutal thrust, Levi came, his warm seed spurting into Mark's mouth. He swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of his best friend's semen. It was filthy, degrading, and he couldn't get enough.
When it was over, Levi pulled out of Mark's mouth with a satisfied sigh.
Mark's jaw ached, and his lips were swollen from the rough treatment. But even through the pain and humiliation, he couldn't deny the thrill of submission, the ache in his cock that had only grown stronger with each thrust of Levi's hips.
"Clean me up," Levi ordered, his voice low and commanding. Mark didn't hesitate, leaning forward to take Levi's cock back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip to clean off every last drop of cum.
Levi's cock twitched and jerked in Mark's mouth, still sensitive from his orgasm.
Mark sucked and licked, his cheeks hollowing as he worked to please his friend and humiliate himself. He could feel Levi's hand tightening in his hair, guiding him along the length of his shaft. Mark's own cock throbbed with need, aching dully between his legs. He felt so dirty, so used, and yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away.
He wanted more, needed more, and it scared him. This wasn't who he was, or at least, who he thought he was.
"Good boy," Levi praised as Mark continued to service him, his cock twitching at the words. "That's right, suck me like a good little bitch."
Mark's mind raced as the words sank in, shame washing over him in waves.
He had just sucked his best friend's cock, willingly submitting to his desires and humiliating himself in the process. The taste of Levi's and his own semen lingered on his tongue, a constant reminder of what he had just done.
Levi pulled back his cock still glistening with Mark's spit. "You really are a filthy little slut," Levi murmured approvingly, his eyes roving over Mark's naked body.
Levi moved towards his clothes and started to put them on.
Mark watched him, feeling a combination of shame and confusion. He had just been humiliated by his best friend, forced to compare his genitals with him and then give him a blowjob. His mind raced as he tried to process what had just happened.
"You're not so bad, for a little guy," Levi said, smirking as he finished dressing. "But you still have a lot to learn."
Mark's face burned as he looked away, unable to meet Levi's gaze. "Why did you do that?" he asked quietly.
Levi chuckled, ruffling Mark's hair as he walked past him towards the door.
"Just wanted to remind you of your place, that's all," he said with a wink. "Get dressed. I'm going to take you home."
Mark nodded silently, still unable to process what had just happened. He watched as Levi left the room, leaving him alone in his humiliation. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, and then another, until soon he was sobbing quietly into his hands.
After a few minutes, Mark managed to pull himself together. He got dressed slowly, the weight of Levi's words heavy on his shoulders. He walked downstairs and out of the front door where Levi was waiting for him in his car. Mark got in and Levi started to drive him home.
Neither said a word, the tension in the car thick and suffocating. Mark couldn't believe what had just happened. The shame and humiliation he felt like a heavy weight was on his chest. Levi's words replaying in his mind on a loop, "Just wanted to remind you of your place, that's all."
When they arrived at Mark's house, Levi turned to him and said, "I'm going to pick you up tomorrow morning. Don't forget, I know your secret now and I can expose it anytime I want."
Mark could only nod in response, his throat tight with fear as he stepped out of the car and went into his house.