**Forced Submission**

I never thought I’d end up like this—naked, on my knees, my scrawny 5-foot frame trembling while Josh loomed over me. His girlfriend, Leah, was the one who orchestrated this, her red lips curled in a smirk as she watched me squirm.

“You’re gonna suck his cock,” she said, her voice sharp as a blade. “And you’re gonna like it.”

I swallowed hard. Josh was built—broad-shouldered, thick-muscled, and packing a cock that made my stomach twist just looking at it. Leah had been teasing me all night, whispering in my ear at the party, her fingers tracing my thigh until I was rock hard in my jeans. Then she led me here, to their bedroom, where Josh was already waiting, his dick half-hard in his hand.

“I-I don’t…” My voice cracked.

Leah grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. “You don’t what?” she hissed. “You owe us for being such a little tease all night. Now open your fucking mouth.”

My heart pounded as Josh stepped closer, his cock now fully erect, the thick head glistening with pre-cum. Leah shoved my face forward, forcing me to take him in. The musky scent hit me first, then the heat as the tip brushed my lips. I hesitated—just a second—before Leah smacked my ass hard.

“Suck.”

I gasped, and Josh took advantage, pushing his cock past my lips. The taste of salt and skin flooded my mouth as he slid deeper. I gagged, my throat tightening around him, but Leah kept her grip firm, not letting me pull away.

“That’s it,” Josh groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Take it all, bitch.”

I couldn’t breathe, my nose pressed against his pelvis, tears pricking my eyes as he fucked my throat in slow, deep thrusts. Leah leaned down, her breasts pressing against my back, her breath hot on my neck.

“You look so good like this,” she purred, one hand sliding down to grip my cock. I was hard—fuck, I hated how hard I was—but her touch sent a jolt through me. “See? You love this.”

Josh’s thrusts got rougher, his balls slapping my chin as he used my mouth. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but every time I tried to resist, Leah squeezed my dick, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me.

Then Josh growled, “Gonna cum,” and before I could react, hot spurts shot down my throat. I choked, swallowing desperately as he kept pumping, filling my mouth until it spilled past my lips.

Leah finally let me pull back, my lips slick with spit and cum. She grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “Good boy,” she cooed, before shoving me onto my back.

Before I could protest, she was straddling me, her wet pussy grinding against my cock. “Now,” she said, sliding down on me in one smooth motion, “you’re gonna fuck me while Josh watches. And if you cum too fast?” She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear. “He’ll punish you.”

I whimpered, but my hips moved anyway, fucking up into her tight heat. Josh’s heavy hand landed on my chest, pinning me down as Leah rode me, her cunt squeezing my cock in slow, torturous strokes.

I lasted maybe two minutes before the pressure built, my balls tightening—

Josh’s hand wrapped around my throat. “Not yet.”

I sobbed, hips stuttering as I tried to hold back, but Leah clenched around me, her nails digging into my chest. “Cum inside me,” she demanded, and that was it—I came hard, my cock pulsing as I filled her.

Josh let go of my throat, laughing as I gasped for air. Leah climbed off, smirking as cum dripped down her thighs. “Looks like you’re not so useless after all.”

Exhausted, shaking, I could only lie there—owned, humiliated, and fucked out.

And worst of all?

I wanted more.