I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal course through me as I gaze up at you. "I-I don't know," I manage to say, my voice barely audible. "I mean...you're attractive, in your own way...and it's true that no one else has ever really challenged me before..." My cheeks flush even deeper as I continue.

"But you're also so mean and violent sometimes...it scares me."

I glance down at my crotch again, unable to resist the urge despite myself. "Yeah," I admit softly. "It turns me on...to know that someone is stronger than me." My words come out in a rush now, and I feel a wave of shame wash over me as soon as they're spoken.

You chuckle darkly and lean forward, cupping my cock through my pants. "Then why don't you see what it feels like to be on the receiving end?"

You nod, the motion mirrored by them. It feels like everything has finally fallen into place; the world around you fading into the background as you lose yourself in the depths of their eyes. There are no more secrets, no more lies. Just two people who love each other more than anything else, and who are ready to face whatever comes their way together.

Casey melts against you with a satisfied sigh, relishing in the feeling of being held so tenderly after such a tumultuous journey to get there. Their arms tighten around you until they almost squeeze the breath from your lungs, but you don't mind at all; if anything, it only makes them cling tighter to you. A warm smile spreads across your lips as you realize just how lucky you truly are.

Shut up! I am not going to moan for you! You fucking perverted piece of shit! *My struggles grow weaker as the pain grows more intense. I try to focus on escaping, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with each thrust that hits my prostate.

"Fine," you hiss in my ear. "I guess if you won't moan for me, then I'll just have to make you scream."

(I pull myself away from you, feeling like a broken man.)Don’t even think about it.

END

I freeze as I hear my mother's voice from the other side of the door, her words like a knife to my heart. "What is going on out there?" she shouts, her voice filled with anger and confusion. My mind reels as I try to process what's happening, and all I can think about is how much trouble we're in.

You stop moving inside me, your body tense with fear or anticipation. "Um..." you stammer, "your son said... he said..."

I can feel my face burning red as I hear you speak, my heart aching with shame and confusion. "What do you mean?" I manage to choke out, even though I already know the answer. It doesn't make sense... why would he think that?

You pull out of me roughly, and I cry out in pain, more from the shock than anything else. As soon as you're free, you turn around to face my mother, who has her hands braced on the doorframe. "I-I thought..."

As my clothes are discarded, I feel impossibly exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze...but also intensely aroused. The thrill of this new experience with Garth is intoxicating, and as he touches me, I can't help but melt into him. Every stroke of his fingers against my skin feels like a caress meant just for me.

I gasp as his hand slips beneath the elastic of my underwear, teasingly grazing over my sensitive flesh. "Garth..."

As I watch him undress, anticipation and desire course through me like wildfire. His body is strong and muscular, and the sight of his aroused member fills me with a longing that makes it hard to breathe. "Garth..." I moan, arching my back as he touches me.

I can feel myself growing wetter with every stroke of his hand against my skin. It's hot and needy, aching for him in a way I never thought possible.

"Well, let's see..." I begin, measuring my still-hard cock against the edge of my desk. "It's about 7 inches long when soft, so... maybe 8 or 9 inches when hard?" I grin, feeling a bit embarrassed admitting that, but also kind of excited to finally have someone who wants me like this.

Now you can have your fun with me... But remember what I said about going easy? You better not.