Fucked by Jordan

Fucked by Jordan
"Are you really just going to stand there and pretend you’re fine?"

Akira’s voice cracked as he leaned against the bathroom sink, with his damp hair clinging to his forehead.

He could see his reflection in the cracked mirror. He looked exhausted, like he was about to go crazy, and his lips were still swollen from Luke’s earlier kiss.

Well, that's if it could even be called just a kiss, anymore.

Luke stood behind him, with towel hanging over his shoulders, as his gaze were heavy and also unreadable.

"You’re the one who keeps coming back, Akira," he said with a smile, yet, voice low. "Don’t pretend like you don’t want it every time. You want a taste of my fat cock every fucking time!"

As he spoke, Akira swallowed hard in confusion, as his throat suddenly became dry. He hated how true it sounded, and also hated how much he truly did want it, especially how every nerve in his body shivered at just being near Luke.

He hated the heat that was trying to drag him in his stomach whenever Luke spoke like that, which made it seem like he owned him, without even raising his voice.

"You’re an asshole," Akira muttered with a sigh, but just as he said it, he noticed as his eyes went down, betraying him, again.

His body leaned back slightly, while brushing against Luke’s chest, as if it wanted more of his cock.

Luke smirked in a faint way. "Maybe. However, whether you like it or not, you’re my personal slut."

Those words, immediately sank into Akira’s skin like a bullet, that he couldn't even answer. He couldn’t.

Well, he knew Luke was right, but something inside him rebelled against that. Somehow, he wanted to break free, to prove he wasn’t just Luke’s toy, but every attempt only dragged him deeper into the moment.

When he finally summoned up the courage to walk past Luke and walked into the bathroom, his chest felt tight.

It was as if his steps carried him towards the dorm hallway, with his heart thundering, but he didn’t really know where he was going. Somehow, he just needed space, and some air, and anything to stop drowning in Luke’s drama.

However, he didn’t even go far.



The hallway was dim, with voices drifting from the end where a couple of other students sat down, after a late night class.

It was quite evident that most students were studying for the exams, while the others were getting their holes stretched.

From the far end, a tall guy was standing close to the wall, laughing too loudly, with his shirt half unbuttoned, revealing his toned abs, underneath.

His name was Jordan, and Akira slightly knew him from one of the shared elective courses.

Jordan’s eyes caught Akira's gaze almost immediately, which lingered in a way that made Akira’s skin freeze.

"Yo, Akira." Jordan grinned with a smile, as he waved him over. "What’s up? Why do you look frustrated, man."

Akira sighed in a stiff voice, with his lips slightly parting, but, alas, no words came out. He could still taste Luke's scent on his tongue, and his cheeks were slightly hurting him.

Jordan looked at him from head to toe, before licking his lips in a seductive way.

"Don’t tell me you just came back from doing something fun." As he spoke, his tone sounded quite alluring, and yet, careless, but the way his gaze pierced through Akira’s shy eyes, and all over his body, particularly on the red marks on his neck, made it clear that he wasn’t joking.

Akira’s stomach suddenly felt heavy.

If he knew, he would've just walked away, or better still, he should’ve just ignored him, or better still, he would have gone back to his room, and locked the door.

But instead, his legs kept betraying him, as he moved closer until he stood just a few feet away from Jordan.

"My lifestyle, is none of your business," Akira muttered, but his voice easily gave him away. He wasn't confident enough to speak.

Jordan chuckled with a mischievous smile. "Relax, man. I’m not judging. Rather, I'm just being curious. You always act like the quiet type in class, but I never knew think you had this side to you."

Immediately he said that, Akira’s throat tightened in panic.

He could feel his body shaking under Jordan’s constant stare, shame, and something darker which was literally mixing in his chest.

He also hated how exposed he felt, and how easily someone else could notice what Luke had done to him.

It was as if Luke, had marked him.

"Forget it," Akira said in a quick way, as he immediately turned to leave.

But Jordan’s hand immediately stretched forward, and caught his wrist.

Even though it wasn't rough, it was firm enough to make Akira's heart to pause. "Hey, wait. I didn’t mean to say anything bad, nor did I intend to hurt you. It just that if you ever wanna hang out, I’m always available to comfort you." As he spoke, his voice dropped a little lower. "Well, it's totally up to you... No pressure."

As he spoke, Akira’s breath, suddenly caught on his throat, as his wrist tingled where Jordan touched him.

He knew that it was wrong, so wrong, but his body leaned into it. His body wanted more.

Well, what else is being a slut, without being a cum whore? Huh?

Truth be told, in his mind, he screamed to pull away, but his lips parted, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

"Tonight?"

Jordan blinked in a surprised way,and then, he grinned in an excited way. "Damn! Alright then!"



The next hours took almost forever to arrive.

Jordan’s dorm room slightly smelled like cologne with a touch of cheap beer. His bed was messy, with clothes scattered on the chair, while the window, was slightly opened to let in the night air.

Akira sat on the edge of the mattress, with his heart pounding so loud, that he swore Jordan could hear it.

"Are you nervous?" Jordan asked, as he sat down beside him, with his thigh brushing against Akira’s.

"Shut up," Akira muttered, but, alas, his voice trembled, again.

Jordan chuckled with a soft smile. "Don’t be rude. You came here, didn’t you?"

Akira wanted to argue, and to tell him that this wasn’t who he was, and that Luke had twisted him, but unfortunately, the truth caught in his throat. It was just too heavy to spill.

He couldn’t deny the way his body shaked, and the way his pulse raced with anticipation. He wanted this.

He wanted to be fucked!

He wanted to be used like a whore!

He wanted someone else’s hands on all over his body, and he wanted to see if the fire burning inside him would be different with someone, other than Luke.

When Jordan leaned in, his lips immediately brushed against Akira’s, but he didn’t pull away. Rather, he leaned into it, with shame flooding him as his fingers gripped Jordan’s shirt.

It wasn’t Luke. Even though the kiss didn’t feel the same, the heat and breath and teeth, was just enough to make Akira moan softly against Jordan’s mouth.

"Fuck, you’re hot," Jordan whispered calmly, while pushing him back onto the bed.

Akira’s chest rose and fell rapidly, as his body trembled.

He hated how easy it was, and how quickly he gave in. He hated himself for it, but he didn’t stop. He let Jordan touch him, and he let himself drown in the moment, because at least it wasn’t Luke’s mischievous grin, or voice in his ear. At least this was someone else.

For a while, he forgot everything else, and focused on the moment.

"Ouch... Ahhh..." He moaned, as Jordan slid two fingers into his hole.

"Ohh fuck," he moaned, as he positioned his cock on his ass.



Later, after he had gotten back into his own dorm room, with his entire body sore and his mind confused. He met the unexpected.

Luke was waiting for him.

He was sitting on his reading desk, with his arms folded, and his eyes sharp and cold as they fixed on him.

"Where were you? Where did you go to?" Luke asked in an extremely quiet, yet, emphatic way.

Akira froze at that moment, as he felt his stomach drop.

It was as if the air seemed to thicken, while pressing down on him.

"None of your business," Akira whispered firmly, though he kind of stuttered almost halfway through.

Luke stood slowly, as he forcefully shoved the chair against the floor, and he immediately began walking towards Akira, until he was fee inches away.

Immediately, he lifted his hand, as he immediately brushed against Akira’s jaw, and his thumb grazing the faint mark Jordan’s mouth had left.

"You think I won’t know... Huh?" Luke’s voice was low, yet dangerous. "Did you think I won’t smell him on you?"

Immediately he said that, Akira’s knees weakened, and even though he wanted to step back, his body didn’t move an inch.

At that instant, he could feel his heart pounding painfully in his chest.

"I don’t belong to you," he managed to speak, amidst stutter. "And for that reason, you can’t control me."

Immediately he said that Luke’s eyes reddened in anger, and his hand suddenly gripped Akira’s chin firmly, while racing his face up. "s that what you really think?" he asked softly, almost in a mocking way.

Akira’s breath almost choke him, as his chest heaved in frustration. Even though he wanted to scream yes, and to push him away, and to prove to him that he wasn’t his whore... His body betrayed him again.

It was his silence that betrayed him, his body also gave him away.

Luke smirked faintly, as he leaned closer until his lips were almost touching Akira’s ear. "You’ll soon learn."

Akira’s whole body trembled, and deep down, he knew Luke was right.



As the night stretched on, his thoughts became heavy and unbearable.

Akira laid on his bed, just staring at the ceiling, with the thoughts which were a mix of guilt and desire and shame.

He had wanted Jordan, but he had also wanted someone else. But now, with Luke in his life, it still felt like it was pointless, as he would always end up on his bed, with his fat cock, digging deep into his ass.

As he pressed his hand to his chest, trying to calm the frantic rhythm of his heart, his throat tightened, and his eyes also burned.

"What the hell am I doing to myself?" he whispered into the darkness in confusion.

But there was no answer. He could only hear the sound of Luke’s steady breathing across the room, which was a constant reminder that no matter how far he tried to run, he couldn’t escape from him.

Not yet!



And that was the start of something Akira didn’t even r
ealize, as this was just the beginning of his whorish adventure.

One thing was certain, Jordan wasn’t going to be his last.

"No matter how big it is, my ass is always ready to take those cocks!"