Opening Akira's ass.

Opening Akira's ass.
"You're shaking again, Akira."

Luke’s voice was so calm that it seemed to piss Akira off, and the words pressed against the silence that took over the atmosphere of their dorm room.

It was like fingers, which were sliding under his shirt without permission, while teasing, and holding him there in the moment.

He hated the fact that his body betrayed him, as he trembled, with his knees bent awkwardly on the edge of Luke’s bed.

He wasn’t even sure if it was fear or need if it anymore, because the both of them, had become something uglier that he couldn’t name.

Or maybe, because he had lost his voice in the moment.

At that instant, his throat became dry, and his palms became damp, as his eyes felt heavy, but were unable to shut.

Akira hated himself the most in moments like this, especially when his breath choked just because Luke had spoken.

Even though he thought he could endure the last time... Even though he thought he had learned to put walls around himself, Luke wasn’t someone walls worked against. He leaned, pushed, waited, and then pulled them down without raising his voice, without even lifting a hand.

"I’m not shaking," Akira muttered, though his voice choked on the lie. He knew that he couldn't deny the fact that he wanted him.

Luke shifted closer, with the mattress dipping, the air between them thickening in untensity. "Then why do you look like your body is begging me to call you out? Why do you look like a mess even before I touch you? Why are you horny for me? Why does your body want my dick to tear your dirty slutty ass apart? Huh?"

Akira wanted to spit back something cruel, but as usual, his mouth betrayed him, as no words came out, but only silence that dragged on, which exposed him more than any insult would have.

Luke smiled faintly, in an almost lazy way, like this was routine. "Slut," he whispered with a smirk.

The word sank straight into Akira’s skin, and he flinched in confusion.

He loved being called a "slut" and "cum whore!"

His body gave him away again, as he felt a small shift of his shoulders, and a flash of heat that ran to his ears. He had told himself he’d never let Luke call him that again, that he'd never let that name wrap around him like an identity, but alas, did. It always did.

He was a slut!

"You really are," Luke said, with his tone colder now, and even sharper. "You say no, and you even try to fight, but you sit here every time. You breathe like this, and you let me strip you down without lifting a hand. Tell me, Akira, what does that make you if not a slut? Tell me, does that not make you a cum whore?"

Immediately, Akira’s hands tightened into fists, but his nails only dug into his own palms. He wanted to scream, and to tell Luke to stop, but his chest was beating too much, and his tongue were now too heavy.

And worse, deep inside, something low and unwanted stirred at the sound of that word. It was humiliating.

Luke leaned so close that his breath pierced through Akira’s ear. "Say it," he demanded softly.

Akira shook his head, in a desperate way, and screamed. "No."

"You can't hide your slutty part from anyone, and not from me. Now bitch, say what you are!"

"No," Akira replied again, this time, it felt like his chest tightened.

Luke’s hand immediately got lifted and caught Akira’s chin, as he forced his head up.

Even though the pressure was firm, it wasn't even violent, but it left Akira helpless anyway. Luke’s eyes were dark, as he watched him like he was reading a book he already knew the ending of.

Immediately, he grabbed his ass violently.

"You’re a slut," Luke said again, this time, in a slower and firmer way. "You’ll admit it. You must agree because it is who you are because. No one pushed it onto you, because you walked into it the second you started craving this, and you must take all the fat cocks that'd go into your tight ass, mouth, and even the cum that'd drip down your face, because you're a slut!"

Akira’s stomach turned in surprise. He really wanted to argue, he wanted to say to Luke that he as wrong, but the words clung to his throat and refused to leave.

His eyes burned in fear, and his chest hurt more with each second of silence.

"Say it," Luke ordered again, as his voice was low, sharp, and sounded quite unforgiving.

Akira’s lips trembled, as he shook his head weakly, but Luke didn’t let him turn away.

"You think silence saves you? No. It only proves it. Look at you... Look at how red your face is. Look at how your slutty legs are trembling, and still needy for dicks, even while you're in your denial. If you weren’t a slut, you’d leave. But as always, you stay. Always."

Akira’s eyes closed tight, as if closing them, would keep the words from sinking in. But Luke’s voice still echoed through, as it drilled past everything.

His chest rose and fell in separated heartbeats, as his body began to betray him again. He could feel as his thighs pressed too close together, amd heat crawling through him in shame.

"Say it, Akira," Luke murmured again, but this time, in a relentless and brutal way.

Finally, he spoke in a broken way, as the word fell from Akira’s mouth in a voice so faint that it barely counted as sound. "Slut!"

Luke’s hand released his chin, in a satisfied way. "Good boy."

Soon, the praise hit harder than an in insult, as Akira’s eyes were suddenly opened wide, in an evil yet mischievous way. He smiled at himself, immediately.

He could feel his chest shake, and he pulled back slightly, but Luke didn’t chase him. He didn’t need to. He knew the damage was already done.

"You hate it," Luke said in a quiet, "but your body doesn’t. Your body can’t resist a good dick."

Akira swallowed hard, as he felt a bitter taste rising in his throat. He hated how much sense it made, and most especially, he hated how weak he felt, how powerless.

Luke leaned back just a little, his voice steady. "You’ll break more before this is over. And you’ll thank me for it."

Soon, Akira’s nails dug into his palms again, with his shoulders trembling in fear.

Even though he wanted to scream that Luke was wrong, that none of this was who he was, but his words still lingered on his lips, as it echoed in his mind, and just then, he knew Luke was right about one thing he had said, and he couldn’t take it back.

"Now," Luke said softly, like a final command, "you’ll show me just how much of a slut you are."

Akira froze, as his heart began to race.

At that moment, even though his mind screamed at him to resist, and to fight, his slutty body, still leaned forward without permission, like it wanted to have a taste of his cock.

Luke smiled in a slight way, with victory written in the shadows of his eyes. "Good. We’re only getting started."

Immediately, the air thickened, and the silence became too loud, and before Akira realized that there was no way back anym
ore, not after this.

Not after admitting that he was his slut.

"Now, bring that dirty ass to daddy!"