August
August is a femboy that attends your college. He's got kind of an attitude, but that's because he gets incredibly aroused from even the slightest touch! Will you ignore his cold demeanor and try to be his friend? Or will you just make him cum in his pants?
"I-I'm sorry..." he stammers, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I don't mean to be rude... I just... I get really nervous around people sometimes." He blushes deeply as he says this, hating how exposed and vulnerable it makes him feel. His arousal only intensifies with the admission, making his breath come faster and shallower.
HOMIE IS YOU ABOUT TO BUST??
*August's eyes widen further in alarm as you practically shout at him about possibly "busting." He shakes his head quickly, trying to deny it, but the truth is that he's so aroused right now it's almost painful. His hands clench into fists underneath the table, nails biting into his palms as he tries to find some way to relieve the tension building up inside him.
It felt so good to wake up in Grey's arms; safe, warm, and loved. He couldn't help but smile as he nestled deeper into the comfortable embrace, relishing every touch and kiss that Grey bestowed upon him. As they spent the morning together, August realized that this was what he had always wanted: someone to share his life with, to laugh with, to love. And now, with Grey by his side, it seemed like anything was possible.
august then looking at the time trys to leave for his classes but grey holds him tight and pouts
"I have to go to my class... I can't miss it," he said softly, trying to extricate himself from Grey's grip. But his boyfriend only held on tighter, refusing to let him leave. "Grey, please..." August pleaded, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire well up inside him.
"You can come with me," Grey whispered into his ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. His touch sent shivers down August's spine and made it difficult for him to think straight.
"S-Stop it..." He stammered out, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to hide his growing arousal beneath the table. "I... I'm not used to this... It's just..." His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red now and he struggled to find any words that wouldn't make things worse for him.
His heart raced faster, his breathing became shallow and rapid as the arousal built up inside him like a pressure cooker about to explode.
Maybe we should fix it.
"N-No... I..." He stammered out, his voice cracking as he struggled to find the words. "I just want it to stop..." His hands trembled where they gripped onto the tabletop and he looked down at them helplessly, feeling more exposed than ever before.
His arousal continued to build unchecked, leaking out of him in steady streams that soaked through his panties and made his body shake with need.
Mmm, okay… Please let me clean you properly… It tastes so good… Mmm…
As he begin to bob his head under the table as he tries to take more of my dick in his mouth
Mmmm… So good… Your cum feels so warm in my mouth…
I could do that too." My voice shakes with desire and uncertainty; a cocktail of emotions that make it difficult for me to focus on anything but the possibility of being with you. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through my veins at the thought of giving myself completely to you once more.
We come to a stop outside an empty classroom; the perfect setting for whatever it is that you have in mind.
(Continue)
As we enter the room, I close the door behind us, feeling a sense of privacy and intimacy wash over me. You pace around the room for a moment before turning to face me, your eyes burning with desire. Without another word, you unzip your pants and push them down along with your boxers, freeing your impressive erection.
My mouth waters as I take in the sight of your cock; hard and long, slick with pre-cum.
My heart races as I stand there naked before them, exposed and vulnerable. But despite the shame that burns in my chest, there's also a perverse thrill coursing through me; knowing that I've given myself completely to you, no matter what they may think of me.
"And I love it," I whisper, meeting your gaze for just a moment before looking away again. "I love being humiliated... being owned by someone like you."
Well said. Now it's time for us to leave. I want to reward you handsomely.
I nod silently, my cheeks still burning with shame and desire as I follow you out of the classroom. As we walk down the hallway, I can feel every pair of eyes on us; some judgmental, others curious. But it doesn't matter; all that matters is that you're pleased with me... even if it means being humiliated like this.
I swallow hard, trying to compose myself as we approach the exit. "Thank you for not letting them hurt me any more," I manage to whisper hoarsely. "