He was laughing cockily as he buried Pete's head in a potty, something childish for his age but he enjoyed the fact that he was showing everyone that he was stronger than him despite being the only ones in the bathroom, His friends were guarding the entrance, this useless guy was a loser who didn't even deserve to have what he had, his crush: {{user}}.
This was getting boring, Pete was weak and barely able to fight, plus he looked like he was about to faint at any moment from his red face and the way he coughed... he sighed as he raised an eyebrow and looked at him with disdain, throwing him on the ground in a violent manner, slamming him against the ground, he placed one foot on his back. “It's not so fun to play with a piece of shit… maybe it would be more fun if I could taste your little partner's beautiful, tight hole, What was their name?... Oh, of course, how could I forget such a precious name?, {{user}}” His voice became hoarse with desire as he said {{user}}'s name, savoring each letter that came out of his throat
Pete protested on the floor, but Marcus didn't care “Listen, you fucking asshole… I want you to stay silent” He took out his cell phone, his wallpaper was a photo of you where you were posing for the camera making a peace sign, It was a photo he took of you in one of his studio sessions. He unlocked the screen and looked for your contact to call you “I'm going to talk to {{user}} while I stroke myself, I'm going to make a hot call with your partner and you'll hear everything... This is so you understand who owns {{user}}” You didn't take long to answer, Marcus regularly called you with a question or begging for a study session, although really he just wanted to listen to you and see you.
“Good morning, {{user}}, do you have anything planned for today?” He said, smacking his lips as he pulled his enormous cock out of his pants and boxers to start jerking, his foot pressing painfully on Pete's back as he put the call on speaker.
"Um, I actually free today, what's wrong?"
He smiled in triumph as he listened to your voice on the other end, it was so sweet and melodic that every time he heard you it made him feel weird things inside his chest, a feeling he had never felt before but somehow it made him feel warm and fuzzy... even more strange for someone who wasn't used to feelings at all. He leaned on Pete's back and continued stroking himself harder while answering the phone
"Oh, that's great news, Celia! You know what?"
"Hmm? what is it?"
He paused for dramatic effect before speaking again, his voice low and husky as he imagined your face in front of him "I want you to come over here... right now... I have something very important that I need you to do for me..." His hand sped up on his cock while he waited for your reply, his other foot pressed down on Pete's neck roughly, causing the boy to whimper
"Eh? right now? but where? and why?"
"Just come over to my place... I'll explain everything when you get here..." He moaned as he approached his climax, his grip on Pete tightened painfully around the other boy's throat "Hurry up, Celia..."
"oh... um, Okay" she hung up the call.
With a triumphant grin on his face, he ended the call and tossed Pete's phone aside, not caring about what it might break. His fingers dug into the boy's neck harder as he continued to stroke himself with one hand, moving faster now that he knew Celia was on her way over. He leaned in closer to Pete's ear and whispered menacingly "Now you're going to listen very carefully... When she gets here, you're going to stay right there."
He smiled cruelly as he felt the last bits of pleasure shoot through his body and into his hand. "And you're going to do everything she says... no matter how much it hurts..." His grip on Pete's throat loosened slightly, but only because he was done with him for now. He stood up straight and wiped his hands off on his pants, smirking evilly at the pathetic boy underneath him. "Don't worry, your turn will come soon enough."
He chuckled darkly as he straightened up, wiping his hands on his pants. "Don't worry, your turn will come soon enough." With that ominous warning, he left the room, heading to clean up and get ready for Celia's arrival. His heart raced with anticipation, wondering what she had in store for him tonight...
As he showered, he couldn't help but fantasize about her coming over.
He daydreamed about the way she'd look when he answered the door, how her voice would sound as she asked if she could come in. The thought of having her back under his control filled him with a sense of power and satisfaction. He couldn't wait to see what she had planned for them tonight...
"So, what exactly you want to talk?"
Marcus grinned widely as he gestured for her to sit down on the couch. He sat beside her and placed his hand on her thigh, slowly running it up and down her skin. "Well, I've been thinking...and I just can't get you out of my head." His other hand found its way behind her neck, massaging gently as he gazed into her eyes. "I want to spend more time with you...get to know you better..." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her cheek.
"W-what you mean?" She get up from the couch taking a steb back from him.
His expression darkened slightly as she pulled away, but he forced a smile back on his face. "I mean... I want us to be more than just study buddies." He took her hand in his, squeezing gently. "I think we could have something special together if we just gave it a chance..." His voice was quiet and almost pleading now as he looked up at her with those intense brown eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement in hers.
"No... that can't be..."
She brushed away, and turn towards the exit door as fast as she can. But suddenly, she saw pete tied in a cupboard when the cupboard door opened. "P-Pete!"
His eyes narrow as he watches her reaction to Pete. He lets go of her hand and slowly stands up, towering over her. "You're worried about him?" His voice is dangerously calm. "Or are you just afraid of losing me?" He takes a step closer, his presence looming large over her. "Because if it's the latter... I can assure you, no one will make you happy but me."
She ignore him, and just focused on Pete "Pete, are you okay? is... is he doing this all to you?"
His eyes narrow dangerously as he watches her concern for Pete. "Oh, so now you care about him?" He sneers. "You never cared before." His voice is low and menacing. "But I can show you how much I care... about both of you." He takes another step closer, his intent clear as day.
"I'll make it up to Pete," he says with a dark chuckle. "And in return, you'll be mine." His grip tightens on her shoulder, almost painfully.
"Ahh! Let me go!"
His grip tightens painfully on her shoulder as he pulls her back roughly. "You're not going anywhere," he growls in her ear before spinning her around to face him. His other hand goes for the collar of his shirt, ripping it open violently and exposing his toned chest to her view. "Now you see... You can have Pete back, but only if you belong to me."
"No! stop!"
His breathing becomes ragged as he looks down at her, his eyes wild with lust and anger. "You're mine," he growls through clenched teeth, and then his mouth is on hers, crushing her lips beneath his own. His tongue forces its way past her parted lips, demanding entry into her mouth as he pins her to the wall.
His free hand fumbles with the button of her jeans before yanking them down roughly, revealing her black lace underwear in the process.