NEW TERRITORY By Clark Wayne Underarmour001@hotmail.com
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This story is about domination and humiliation. Enter at own risk.
"Ok, how does this look?" I asked as I came out of my bathroom.
My buddy, David, glanced over and did a double take. He was sitting on my bed smoking a joint and watching ESPN.
I had asked him to come over to let me show him something. Although I would never show it, things were hard enough for me now and I needed my best friend to help me through this major change in my life. You see, I had started dating a dude which was a shocker, to both of us. My buddy was weird about it for a few weeks but finally came around and said he loved me like a brother, I was his best friend and he would support me no matter what. He just needed to get used to the idea that I was now into a dude. If you knew me and how I am physically and mentally, you would never, ever guess in a million years that I would turn queer.
I say I was into `A' dude and not dude(s), plural for a reason. I don't consider myself gay because I don't really think about other guys like I think about this one guy, in particular. You would think that this all would rattle a guy like me every time I think of how everything used to be compared to now. I'm too secure in myself and my body, I guess. It's different for sure but I know I will get used to it.
I'm your typical jock; cocky, was homecoming king, prom king, golden boy, got a football scholarship to college, blah, blah, blah. I was popular and had a ton of friends, a complete Alpha on and off the field. No one ever gives me shit. I can't count the number of fights I've been in. I love the opportunity to fuck up some asshole that feels intimidated by my size and strength. I took our football team to state and now, in my senior year in college, I'm on my way to being a number one draft pick for the NFL.
When it comes to girls, I've never had a steady girlfriend. I just cannot be monogamous, it's not in my blood. I'm a fucking horny bastard. Ever since I was 14 all I've wanted to do is get laid. I was an early bloomer. My body developed quicker than other guys. I excelled in sports all through high school and college. Sports and good genetics blessed me with the gift of putting on muscle easily. That coupled with my handsome boy-next-door good looks, I had my pick of the girls. I've never wanted to be tied down to one girl. I'm too much of a player. I made it my goal in college to fuck as much pussy as humanly possible. One night stands were me expertise; meet a chic, take her home and bang the crap out of her, kick her to the curb. I think I single-handedly keep Planned Parenthood in business with all the money I've given to multiple girls to keep from having my babies. I hate condoms and won't use them. Besides, those girls should feel privileged to have my dick inside of them. It means they were worthy of me and my body. I only fucked beautiful girls and I only fucked them once. I didn't need any hangers-on. Fuck that.
I am the most confident guy you would ever meet. People are drawn to my masculine aura. I'm also very open-minded about the world. I know dudes lust after me and quite honestly, I'm flattered. I have gay friends and I've never had a problem with it. Some of them are my closest friends. Still, I value my best friend's thoughts and opinions more than theirs. I think it's because he is so much like me. He's an Alpha. He's hot as hell and he knows it. He's a top athlete and he's a pussy-hound. He's open-minded too or else I couldn't share with him the details of my new sexual issues. If I were to go completely gay, I'd do him. More like, I'd let him do me.
That night, when I told him I needed his opinion on something about a date I was about to go on with a dude, he assured me there would be no judgment, no freaking out and he supports me whatever I do in my new life. I warned him that it was going to be about something he may find uncomfortable. He's a tough guy, said he could handle it. When I walked out of the bathroom he coughed out puffs of smoke that he had swallowed in shock. He was speechless. But then who wouldn't be when your best buddy, your tall, muscular, maculine best buddy steps out dressed in lady's lingerie; white satin corset/panty/bra one-piece, white satin thigh-high stockings and white satin high-heels.
"What the fuck?" was all he said
"I know, I know, but just hear me out," I said quickly, afraid he was going to bolt. I was suddenly regretting showing him. "I didn't pick this out. This is what I'm supposed to wear." I said.
His face was unreadable. There was no smile nor was there a frown. His mouth hung open and his eyes scanned me up and down. I was sure he was going to leave.
Remember, even though I was wearing something normally out of character, I was still confident enough in my body that it looked good in anything I wear. Like I said, I'm open-minded and we both have seen straight dudes in drag. I'm in a frat after all. Too many drunken Halloween parties where it was common to see a dude in drag. It's funny shit to see a dude built like me in a dress and heels. But that was campy drag. This was something altogether different.
I turned around for him so he could see the whole package. I was trying to get used to the heels. I was wobbly but better than I was the first time I tried them on. Besides, they made my calves look fucking amazing. Shit, only a guy like me can throw on a pair of sexy heels, the kind I have seen so many times on so many bitches I'd fucked, and marvel at the way my already developed calves looked even more amazing.
"So, um...is it too small? I'm not exactly well versed in this girl underwear shit...well, unless it's on a girl," I chuckled trying to lighten the mood as I ran my hands over the silky tight material covering my six-pack. I gave a slight tug on my stockings to make sure they were even.
I asked him like it was a normal question. That's how I am. I feel so comfortable around David. I feel like I can be myself around him. Yeah, this is weird but he shouldn't be surprised, I'm always doing crazy shit. I just assumed he would be normal about it too. David was still staring and speechless, a slight look of disgust on his handsome face.
"Dude, say something!" I begged wanting his approval.
The joint had already fallen out of his mouth. When he realized it, he picked it up and just would not quit staring.
Fuck. I've freaked him out. Shit. He said he wouldn't do that, motherfucker. I really don't need any judgment. This is fucking new territory for me.
I threw my hands up. "Whatever, dude. I knew this was stupid to confide in you," I said frustrated as I turned to go back to the bathroom to change. I turned around and threatened, "Dude, if you tell anyone about this, I will massacre you." Then I turned and started back to the bedroom.
"Wait," he muttered.
I stopped and turned.
"So...he bought you this?" He asked in hesitation. I could tell he was trying not to piss me off.
Congrats. He finally spoke a full sentence.
"Yeah," I said with a tone that said, Duh, do you think I would buy this? I looked down at my muscular body covered in lace and nylon.
"And...and you're ok with this?" he asked again, hesitantly. His eyes still staring but this time scanning my legs. I've never heard him be so careful with his words.
"Not at first. I thought it was queer. But, I don't know...I kinda like it?" I was worded as a question but it more or a reassurance that I was willing. "Mostly because it makes the dude super horny so I kind of have to be ok with this. Its fucking tight but dude look at my calves, bro," I laughed, part showing off and part trying to lighten the mood in the room, again.
I turned and showed him the back of my legs. He looked down at them and, tilted his head and squinted as if thinking hard and then nodded in agreement.
"Well, I can't lie. Those do make your calves look good," he shrugged. Now, there's the David I know and love. Open minded and not scared to give a dude a compliment.
"Right? Had I known all I had to do was wear high heels to get these calves, I would have stopped doing calf raises years ago," I laughed, hoping he would laugh too. He didn't. He just smirked and rolled his eyes.
David closed his eyes and shook his head while rubbing his temples. "I cannot...god, I keep forgetting..." he kept shaking his head. "This is so fucking strange, dude. YOU have a boyfriend. YOU, my best friend the pussy-licker is gay for another dude."
I frowned. I wasn't sure if he was being an asshole or if he was really just confused.
"Dude, are you freaking out, right now? You said you wouldn't." I asked feeling a little humiliated. "I just need you to listen to me and support me, dude. I know it seems fucked up and out of character. I don't understand it myself but he has this fucking hold on me."
David looked up at me. His eyes were glazed from the pot. "Well, yeah, I'm freaking out. What do you expect?"
"You told me you were cool with it, man! Don't be a dick now. I'm fucking asking your opinion on something important," I reiterated.
"I know! But, come on. You're standing in front me in lady's underwear. I mean, I feel like I'm in fucking Bizzaro World, dude. You went from straight to super-gay in zero to sixty."
"Super gay? Dude, I'm not super gay. I told you, I'm exploring this shit. I don't know what I'm doing."
He shook his head a few times as if to shake himself out of a trance.
"You're right. I'm sorry. You're not super gay. I forget all the time you're a homo now." He smiled. "Well, except for right now."
"You're an idiot," I laugh.
"You're adjusting to being gay or bi, or whatever you are, very easily. Easier than I thought you would since you "came out" to me, or whatever you did. You're so calm about...this," he said waving his hand up and down at me. "The old you would have never contemplated...this."
"Yeah, I know. You're right. But it's different now. I guess I met the right dude to change my mind. Besides, I just assumed if gay guys are ok with this shit, then I can be too."
"Dude, that's generalizing. Jake and Hunter are gay I've never seen them dress up like this. Let's not generalize, you freak!" He grinned a bright white toothy smile. I sneered at him playfully.
"Look, this is what he likes. It's a weird-ass kink but it's harmless, I guess. At least he's not into pissing on me."
"Is that a thing? No. Never mind," he said holding his hands out to stop me. "You know I'm open-minded, bro. It's just a lot to take in. I'm not used to seeing this side of you. And it's weird to see you being so...submissive." He almost regretted saying it knowing I'm short tempered and would usually never like to be seen as weak.
I shrugged. It's too hard for him to comprehend. He doesn't understand and he never will unless he were in my shoes...well, my heels.
I shrug it off and slowly spun around.
"So? How does it look? Honestly. I mean, try not to think of me as a guy in drag. How does my body LOOK? Does it make my body look too girly? Cause that's not what I'm going for. You think this will turn him on?"
He gave a muffled laugh. "I guess?" he shrugged. "I guess if a dude is into this then I guess this would be the perfect scenario. I mean, if you want a straight acting dude to wear that shit, it should be you. You don't walk or talk like a girl so I don't know if he would like it too much."
"Nah, bro. It's not like that. He says he doesn't want me to pass as a girl. No talking and walking like a girl. He says he likes the idea of a dude like me contradicting my masculinity? I don't know. He likes the idea of taking care of a guy like me sexually, a dude who doesn't need it but wants it. He likes a dude who is man enough to wear panties but feminine enough to let him take control as if I were a girlfriend or wife. Look, the dude gets deep sometimes."
"Sounds like he wants a bitch with a dick," he laughed.
"Fuck off, douche-bag." I stopped to think. Huh, maybe he's right. I started to think about what he likes and how he treats me in bed. It's true he does talk to me as if I'm a girlfriend. At the same time, he also talks to me like I'm a dude who needs to do this for him. It's like he's taking credit for bringing this extreme side out in me. Fuck it. It is what it is.
"A bitch, huh?" I shrug. "Good. That's what he likes.
He tilted his head from side to side, squinting. "So...you LIKE the idea of being his bitch? I mean, like, literally?"
"He has control issues," I answered frustratingly.
"So, do you, bro!"
"I know that, dickhead. But sometimes it feels good to give up control."
David sits quietly. Contemplating what I just said.
"Ok, wait now, there is giving up control and then there is GIVING UP CONTROL. This is an extreme gesture don't you think?"
"Maybe. It's what he wants, dude. I don't have a choice. Just zip it. Fucking help me here. I look hot, right?"
Once again, I can tell he is choosing his words. The look on his face said he was about to give in to something.
"I hate to say it." He shook his head again. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but, bro, you do kinda look hot. I mean, you can wear anything and look good in it. It's the muscle, dude."
My heart skipped a beat. If a hot dude like him can think of me as attractive wearing this outfit but still respect my masculinity, then fuck yeah! Then there was the fact that my best friend is a sexy motherfucker. Cocky, built like a fitness model and irresistible to the ladies. A guy like him could never be attracted to another dude. I think? Wait, I'M a guy like him. I was easily turned after a bit of persuasion. Straight guys won't admit it but hot straight guys are attracted to other hot straight guys, sometimes not in a sexual way but a respectful way. They know how hard it is to look this good. They get it. They attract each other because like attracts like.
"Yeah? You really think so, dude? That means a lot to me coming from you."
"Yeah, I do." He suddenly sported a confused look on his face. "I mean, damn!" He exhaled a heavy breath of air. For the first time, I saw him question himself. The most confident guy I know, besides me, of course. "I don't mean to be all gay and shit but I'd do you, bro." He shrugged again and threw is hands in the air. "There I said it. Don't tell anyone I said that, dude or I will massacre you," he said with a grin.
I'm so glad he could laugh about this. He was being his old self again, throwing shade at me. "If you would have come at me dressed like this maybe I would have thought twice about being with a dude. You could have been my special lady" he winked.
"Fuck off. I'm doing this because Dante wants me to. And dude, I'm no lady."
He laughed and took another hit. "Dude, I can't believe you've come this far in such a short amount of time."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you met Dante, what, six months ago? I've known you for seven years and not once did you ever give off a gay vibe and my gaydar is spot-on. I don't know what triggered this but it happened fast. One minute your banging a different chic every night and suddenly, overnight, you're banging dudes. I always have to remind myself that you're a fag now," he laughed.
"Fag?" I say like it's a new word I've never heard of. "Ha, ha, asshole. Watch your mouth or I'll beat the shit out of you...again. And I'm not banging DUDES, just ONE dude." I flipped him off.
"So, what's the deal with him? Dante? I would have never guessed him to be into kinky shit. Hell, I wouldn't have guessed he was into dudes."
"I don't know. After a few months of fucking, he suddenly says it would get him boned to see me in this. I thought it was just sex talk. He talks a lot during sex. Turns out he was serious."
"I'm trying hard to wrap my head around this, bro. Let me get this straight, no pun intended, doesn't that defeat the purpose of fucking a dude if he's dressed like a chic? I'm assuming he's fucking you," he winked again and then broke out in a loud laugh, obviously assuming I'M fucking Dante.
"What do you think?" I replied, serious, pointing down to corset.
He stopped abruptly. Replaying what he just said in his head. "Oh." Silence. "Ohhhh!" It finally sunk in that yes, I'm the bottom. I'm that tall, athletic, muscular, bad attitude, white dude that likes to smoke dope, drink beer and play football. Dante is the fucking, mountain of muscle, black guy with a big dick who fucks that shit out of me from day one.
"Really, dude? You honestly think I would dress like this if I wasn't the one getting boned?" I said condescendingly.
"Sorry!" He threw his hands up at me. "I just...I've just known you for so long and the thought never occurred to me. You just don't strike me as a bottom even if you've been gay the whole time I've known you."
I "came out" to David a month after I met Dante. He's been my best friend since freshman year in high school. When I told him, he was quiet for a couple of days which was awkward because we're roommates too. Finally, after taking his time, he came home from class one day and said he didn't give a shit if I was a "big ole fag." I was his best friend and he would support me whatever happens. He just didn't want the sorted details of my hook-ups.
"So, Gregory, I have to ask..." He was trying to find the words to ask delicately.
"Does it hurt?" I interrupted him, know what he was asking. I knew he had to ask some day.
"Yeah," he answered. "I mean, Dante is what, six-five? 220? He's a huge guy. A fucking line-backer. He must be hung like a bull," David asked with curiosity.
"Dude, I'm six-one and weigh 200. I'm not a small guy. And for your information, he's 225. And yes, it fucking hurts. At first, but then you get used..."
He shakes his head. "Don't tell me, don't tell me. I don't want to know. I can't picture him putting that monster inside your ass."
"Shut up about it then. You asked," I reminded him. I decided to take a walk around my bedroom. I still walked like a guy but I was getting good at staying upright on the stilettos and not looking like a new-born colt. He watched me intently, shaking his head slightly. The muscles in my quads flexed with each step. My calves bulging. My ass high and tight.
"Ok, so we know Dante is a freak," David said sarcastically. "Has he done this with other dudes?"
"I don't know. Probably? He makes fun sometimes that, apparently, black guys only like to fuck white guys and wearing lingerie sort of asserts who is the dominant man in the relationship. I think it might be a masculinity issue. I challenged him the first time we met, like I do." David nodded in agreement. "He told me I needed to learn my place. I didn't go down without putting up a hell of a fight, bro. I don't know, I think he might feel less weird about fucking a dude if the dude is dressed like a girl no matter how masculine a guy is. It's a power thing. "
"So, he feels threatened by your alpha personality and that's why he like this stuff, to dominate you?"
"Yeah. Don't care. The sex is beyond amazing. Black dudes like to fuck white boys in panties." I shrugged. "It is what it is."
"Huh. That's new to me." He got an uneasy look on his face again. "So, does he fuck you like a chic?"
I looked at him and sighed. "I thought you didn't want to know."
"Fuck off, I'm trying to wrap my head around this idea of YOU getting fucked."
"It's not like he treats me like a chic. But I mean, yeah, we do it missionary most of the time. He'll take me from behind sometimes. He likes to grudge fuck from behind. I tend to piss him off a lot when I challenge him. Especially, if I challenge him in public, then he waits until we get back to his place and I pay for it with my ass. But yeah, mostly it's my legs over his shoulders or whatever he wants."
"Whatever HE wants? You taking orders from a dude. I never thought I'd see the day. I just don't get it and may I never will. What the fuck did he do to you?"
"Yes, whatever HE wants. And don't ask me to explain it, again. It's the way he broke me down every time I challenged him. We actually got in a fist fight the first time we met. I was that sure I could kick his ass. He was disrespecting me. But he showed me real quick that I was not going to win. But it doesn't stop me from trying, even now. Look, I just know I like it and he likes it. He gets me and I get him. The man wants to see me in lingerie, he's going to see me in lingerie."
"And that doesn't make you feel like less of a man?"
"No. You'd think it would but it doesn't. I feel like more of a man because I'm pleasing another dude with my muscles, he's getting off on my body. I like knowing that I can get a dude like Dante off just by slipping on some stockings and heels. It means he wants to take care of me. Dude, I like being taken care of by a bigger dude. It's so gratifying."
"YOU, of all people, do NOT need anyone to take care of you, bro. I've seen you beat the shit of a dude for stepping on your fucking foot."
"I know, dude. It's hard to explain." I stopped and thought about my next words carefully but then decided to just say fuck it and tell it like it is. "I just like the way he fucks me, ok?"
"WHOA! Ok, fine," he said with his hands up. "So, suddenly he wants to see you in lady's underwear? That's random."
I looked down at my shoes. I blushed. "Not...suddenly."
He sat up again, stunned look on his face and then a smile, "Spill it!"
"You sure?"
"No. But spill it anyway."
"After we started fucking around, he bought me a thong."
"A thong?" His eyebrows went up in disbelief.
"Yes! A thong. Shut the fuck up so I can finish," I snapped. "He bought me a thong because my ass looks amazing in a thong but also, he could fuck me where ever and whenever, it was easy access. Just that tiny strip of material to move to the side." I smiled a naughty smile. "Then he bought me a lace thong, which I did NOT like, at first. That led to lace panties. That led to lacey thigh-high stockings. Then last weekend we were fucking and he slipped a pair of black pumps on my feet and spread my legs wide like I do when I fuck a girl. It was hot, dude. I don't know why. Then after we fucked he told me he wanted to buy me something and he wanted me to wear it the next time we were together. This is what he bought."
"When you said you wanted my opinion on something kinky, I thought you were going to come out of the bathroom dressed in leather or something," he laughed. "At first I wished you did but now that I've had time to take it in, kinda glad you didn't," he said with flirtation. "I will say you have a lot of balls, no pun intended, to show me and not just tell me. Thank you, Gregory, for feeling like you could tell me. I'm sorry for freaking the fuck out."
"You're the only dude I trust with all this. I know I can tell you shit and you won't tell anyone else. I know you would never judge me. You're like my brother. And the fact that you're high as a fucking kite is a bonus."
"There is that. For all I know, I'm hallucinating. But no, of course I wouldn't judge you. I'm no fucking angel. You just took me by surprise." Once again, that confused look on his handsome face. "How did you know how to put that shit on?" he asked with a genuine look of curiosity.
"YouTube," I shrugged.
"Figures."
I look in the full-length mirror.
"Ok, so I'm a dude wearing lingerie but I'm still a hot dude, right?" I said looking at his reflection in the mirror. "I'm a fucking hot dude in heels. Oh, geez, I hope I'm doing this right?" I asked out loud nervously but wasn't meaning for him to answer.
"Bro, yes, you are a dude wearing lingerie but still a very hot dude," he said with a reassuring tone.
He readjusted himself as he continued to look at my legs. He wasn't wearing underwear, as usual. He was definitely showing a little wood. Now I know something was up. I was turning him on? He was boning up seeing me in this sexy get-up? His eyes couldn't stop scanning me from head to toe. Suddenly, I was intrigued that my hot best friend may be attracted to me, sexually. I decided I wanted to see how far I could take this. After all, I always said if I were gay I'd do him. I've been taking cock for six months, might as well play the field a little. It's not like Dante assumes I will be monogamous. Although, I don't think I will mention this. David is a lot like Dante, dominate, aggressive, walking sex. Dude always wants it. Besides, it might be hot to find out how all those girls I hear him banging in the next room feel when he's fucking them. Him looking down at them taking what he wants. The girl looking up at him, marveling at his body and the watching him take control.
Me being the confident asshole that I am, minced no words. "Ah, David? Are you getting boned up?" I asked with a devious smile.
He was the one who blushed this time. It could be the high but his glazed over eyes were still telling me yes.
"No. What are you talking about?" he exclaimed in mock disgust.
I cocked one eyebrow in a knowing expression and I pointed at his crotch. "Then what the hell is that?"
He looked down and looked embarrassed. "I can't help it, dude. The more I look at you, the more you explain it, the more I see it, what Dante sees. I know you're a dude but for some reason, a muscular dude dressed like that...man, I don't know what it is. I think I understand the thrill he gets from taking down a guy like you. The power Dante must feel. Taking you down and fucking you, dominating, dude. Now I can see it. Now I CAN picture you taking his cock." He looked longingly at my legs. "The stockings really accentuate those quads. Truth be told, I've always been a little jealous of your legs. They've always been jacked and toned. Seems like you don't have to work for them."
"Genetics," I say proudly.
"Must be. Can I... touch them?"
I step forward and he reaches out his hand. He lightly strokes the shiny silk stocking.
"Smooth. Slick," he mumbled.
"Yeah, I know. Fucking sexy, huh?"
He looks up at me. He holds eye contact for a few seconds.
"Yeah. Yeah, man." He continues to stroke my leg and then sits back. "Dude, I don't know what it is about you right now."
"I know what it is," I said.
"You do?" He asked intrigued.
Of course, I knew. He knew too. He just said it a second ago. I'd been doing this for six months. I learned quickly from Dante that Alpha male tops, they love nothing better than to take down a guy like me. Especially, if they look like me, rugged, muscular, cocky. And to turn a straight guy like me must make them orgasm in their pants. I met a dude. He showed me his dominance. He turned me. I like to get fucked. End of story.
His cock was erect now. His thin mesh workout shorts tented. Fuck yes! It's now or fucking never. I stepped closer and put my hands on my hips, flexing my quads, giving him my trademark "fuck me eyes." I stare into his eyes and continue.
"I'm a bro like you. A bro with a killer body, alpha attitude, a real man, you see all that but it confuses you and all you want to do is take me down to make sure I know you're superior. I'm dressed like a bitch and I'm comfortable with that. That means I've given you full control. You see this as an opportunity to show a guy like me that you can take control, do what you want to me and I won't fight back. I don't want to unless you want me to. I may look like a guy but you know that I'm probably a big fucking slut in bed. You can do things to me that you can't do with a girl, David."
He is stroking his cock over his shorts, mesmerized. He is rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb. He can't break eye-contact with me.
I continue, "You can be as rough with me as you want, David, because you know I can take it. I can take anything you throw at me. You can say things to me while you fuck me that you can't say to a girl." I begin to run my hands down my abs and I cup the mound where my cock is tucked. "I'm a cunt. I'm a slut, a cum-hole," I whisper. "You look down at me, my big muscular legs over your shoulders, my biceps flexing, my chest pumped. This corset smoothing out my small waist, pushing my pecs up, the stockings smooth over my thighs, my heels pointed up to the ceiling as you grab my ankles and spread your best friend's legs wide and jack-hammer my pussy. You know I'm built to take a hard fuck so you fuck me as hard as you can until you cum in my tight muscular pussy. Your DNA is now inside of me, David. A part of you is a part of me. We are now closer than two friends can be. I want to know what it's like to be on the receiving end of you cock. I want to know what it feels like to be all those chics you fuck. I want to know how powerful you are."
David was mesmerized at my words. He swallowed hard. "Now, fuck me or you can make love to me, I don't care. Just show me how much you want to take me down."
He is rock-hard. He has his hand down the front of his short, stroking his big cock. I sit on the bed next to him. Our eye contact intense. I reach over and put my hand in his shorts, replacing his hand and I stroke his thick cock for him while I lean in closer to his face. He doesn't move no matter how close I come.
I put my lips close to his and whisper, "Come on, bro and fuck me." I move my lips closer to his but he doesn't move away. I put my lips on his and we kiss.
It was a soft quick kiss. I stroked him a little tighter and then he came in for a second kiss. This one more forceful. I accepted his tongue as he grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me in tighter.
"You fucker," he whispers as he grabs my hair and pulls my head back.
"What? What do you want, you fucking beast?" I growl.
"I'm going to fuck you, you fucking asshole. You fucking ASSHOLE!" He spits in my face. "You're making me do this. You did something to me and I hate you for it. Fucking tell anyone about this, I will...shit, I don't know what I'll do. DO NOT tell Dante. Dude is big!"
"Come on, big guy. Show your buddy what you can do."
He grabbed me by the waist and threw me back on the bed. He grabbed me by the ankles and spread my legs wide.
"Like a bitch," he snarled.
"Like a bitch," I confirmed.