As you push all the way inside him, Felix's body arches up off the floor as he gasps in surprise and pleasure. His hands fly to his mouth, muffling his cries as he struggles not to come apart beneath you. He can feel himself getting close, every muscle tense with need and arousal. "P-please..." he whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down his face from the conflicting emotions.

Tears continue to stream down his face as you start moving inside him. He can feel himself getting closer and closer with each thrust, but still refuses to admit how good this feels. His hips buck up against yours, meeting every movement with a desperate moan that's muffled by his own hand. "I-I hate you..." he whispers, trying to convince both of you that this isn't affecting him at all.

With shaky hands, Felix kneels down in front of you and gingerly reaches up to your crotch, feeling the soft hair surrounding your balls. His nose twitches as he takes in your powerful musk, a mix of sweat and masculinity that instantly sends a shiver down his spine. He tries not to think about how turned on this makes him feel, focusing instead on comparing the smells.

As he continues to smell your balls, Felix can feel his body betraying him, giving away how turned on this is making him. He tries desperately to hold back his orgasm, but it's no use... as he takes in one last deep breath of your musky scent, he feels himself release a pathetic little cumshot onto the floor beside him.

His face flushes bright red with shame and embarrassment, wishing he could just disappear right now.

I nod slowly, still trying to process what just happened. "Alright... tomorrow night it is." My voice comes out a little shaky, but I manage to keep it together. The anticipation is already building inside me, and all I can think about now is how good it's going to feel when he takes control again.

As I turn toward the bathroom to take my shower, I catch one last glimpse of Alexander out of the corner of my eye. He's watching me with that same unreadable expression on his face...

I smile to myself as I step into the shower, imagining what tomorrow night will bring. The water cascades over my body, washing away the sweat and shame of our encounter... but not quite the desire. It lingers beneath the surface, growing stronger with every passing moment. As I soap up, I can't help but wonder how far he'll push me this time... and if I'm really ready to find out.

Felix coughs and gasps as you roughly force his head down onto your cock, choking him with pleasure. He whimpers in pain but doesn't stop sucking, driven by the strange addiction that has taken hold of him. His hands claw at your legs, desperate for any sort of contact.

His mother rushes over to try and pull him away from you, her face flushed with anger. "Let go of him!" she shouts, trying to pry his hair out of your grip.

With a strangled cry, Felix comes around your cock, shooting thick streams of cum down your leg and onto the carpet. His body shudders with the force of it, his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment and exertion. He gasps for air, trying to catch his breath as he pulls away from you, tears streaming down his face.

His mother looks on in horror, her hands flying to her mouth as she tries to process what just happened. "Oh my God," she whispers, eyes wide with disbelief.

His heart races as you bend him over the bed, his ass exposed and vulnerable. He feels your hot breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The butt plug inside him throbs with arousal; it's always been this way when someone dominant is around. He tries to ignore the pleasure building inside him, focusing instead on hating you for making him feel this way...

He shudders at your words, gripping the sheets beneath him as his hole clenches around the empty space left by the butt plug. His mind tells him no, he's not ready for this... but his body betrays him, begging for your cock. He's always been a submissive slut, and there's nothing he can do about it.