Rent Due (5/7)

Josh’s cheeks burned as Mark guided him up the stone steps to the frat house, his hand resting possessively on Josh’s ass, fingers lazily squeezing the soft curve through his tiny green skirt. The hem barely covered the cage tucked between his thighs, riding just high enough to keep him nervous. Each click of his heels sent the fabric shifting a little higher, every step threatening to lift the skirt just enough to expose the locked secret hidden beneath.

He thought the last week had been bad enough—forced to strut to class in heels and skirts, enduring endless compliments from the girls and lewd stares from the guys as he clicked his way across campus. But this… this was worse.

It was just a few hours ago when Mark had surprised him.

“Go get dolled up, princess. We’re going out tonight.”

Josh had tried to protest—or, well, he wanted to try and protest. But one look at Mark told him it wasn’t up for debate. The memory of his last spanking flashed hot in his mind, enough to shut him up fast as he obediently teetered off to his room to get ready.

And so, here he was now: perched delicately on Mark’s arm, dressed like the very image of a party girl. His outfit? A skin-tight, metallic green crop top that barely held his soft, fake breasts, paired with a matching micro-skirt that clung to his hips and barely covered his ass. His long blonde hair fell in perfect waves over his shoulders, glossy and styled to perfection. Lips thick and glossy—nude shimmer gleaming under the porch lights. His makeup sharp, sultry, lashes long enough to tickle his cheeks, and his nails—long, white, and perfectly manicured—curled nervously at his sides.

He barely had time to process before one of his classmates from physics—a girl he barely remembered between classes—practically squealed when she saw him.

“Oh my god! You look amazing! I had no idea you had such a hot boyfriend!”

Josh nearly fainted. Boyfriend? His stomach twisted as the word echoed in his head. “He’s not my—” he blurted, voice cracking in panic, only for Mark to cut in smoothly, tilting Josh’s chin up before he could say another word.

“Lucky me, right? Cutest thing I’ve ever caught.”

Josh didn’t have time to react before Mark’s lips were on his. Soft at first. And then deeper. Hotter. He felt Mark’s tongue slide between his lips, pushing inside, claiming him right there in front of everyone. His eyes went wide, his heart thundering. But then… something melted. His knees buckled slightly as he leaned helplessly against Mark, lips parted, tongue responding in instinctive submission as the kiss dragged on, far too long, far too intimate.

When Mark finally broke the kiss, Josh stood dazed, lips tingling, cheeks flushed, trembling on unsteady legs.

And then it kept happening.

As the night went on, Mark kept leaning down, stealing kisses whenever he pleased. At first Josh stiffened with each one, but slowly… helplessly… he felt himself responding. His resistance melted, kiss after kiss, until by the end of the night, he found himself leaning up on his tiptoes, lips parted, eyes fluttering closed before Mark even touched him. His delicate hands dangled uselessly around Mark’s shoulders, his own tongue shyly brushing Mark’s as he kissed back, each stolen kiss leaving him dizzier, weaker… needier.

He didn’t even realize it was happening. One moment, he was kissing Mark… the next, he was being led into an empty room, knees hitting the carpet as Mark’s belt slid open.

It wasn’t until the thick tip of Mark’s fat cock pressed against his trembling, glossy lips that Josh’s mind finally caught up.

But by then, it was too late.

Mark’s hands settled at the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair as he steadily guided him forward. Josh whimpered softly as his lips parted, the hot weight slipping inside… inch after inch.

Suddenly, Mark’s cock twitched.

Josh barely had time to react before the first wave of hot cum flooded his mouth. Thick. Heavy. Endless.

He couldn’t do anything but swallow. His body just obeyed, helpless as load after load filled him. His tiny penis twitched uselessly inside its cage, dripping weakly as soft, involuntary moans vibrated around the cock in his mouth.

Josh sagged against Mark as they left the room, his mind foggy and dazed. The musky taste lingered on his tongue, a constant reminder of what had just been forced down his throat. He clung a little closer without thinking, barely aware of Mark’s hand roaming over his ass as he was guided back through the party.