Fucked by strangers

Fucked by strangers
"You shouldn’t look at me like that."

Akira’s voice was quiet, like it almost got swallowed by the music that still echoed faintly through the walls.

His lips were swollen, while his shirt was half torn from the chaos of what had just happened in the corner of that house party.

His hands were still trembling slightly, as he held onto the railing of the staircase, as he was desperate for balance, and also desperate to find some air.

But the guy who was standing at the bottom step, didn’t seem to move away, as his eyes stayed locked on him, in a hot, steady, and hungry way that made Akira’s chest tighten in panic.

Luke wasn't even been part of this party. Luke wasn’t here. That thought alone sent another round of cold shivers of unease, down his spine.

What was he doing?

Why was he strangers’ touch his body like that?

Why was he giving them pieces of himself, like Luke hadn’t even asked for?

Well, it was because he couldn’t stop.

It was also because the moment Luke split his ass open, and had made him taste what it was like to be used and called "a slut" in the heat of that room, something inside him refused to close again.

Now he was slipping, while drooling at the same time.

As the stranger moved a little closer, his hand brushed through Akira’s jaw, slightly, as it tilted it upward like he had the right to do.

At that instant, Akira froze, with his breath, caught in-between.

"You like it, don’t you?" the guy asked him with a murmur, as his voice was thick with confidence. "Well, I can tell from the way people look at you, and also from how they touch you."

Immediately he said that, Akira’s throat tightened.

To be frank, he wanted to deny it, and he also wanted to shove the guy back, and run out, and also pretend this wasn’t happening, but instead his body him, again.

He watched as heat spread through his body, the kind that made me horny and slutty. It was as if his body was about to be turned on.

And again, he was falling for this stranger, again.



As the night went on, he could feel over a dozen hands, and mouths, that trash talked filth that melted into his skin.

"Now, spread your dirty hole for papi...!" One of the voices commanded him, while trusting deep inside his hole.

Every time he thought he could stop, he would notice another grip which will pull him back, and also another voice, which will lean closer, reminding him that he wasn’t innocent anymore.

And the worst part was, he gave in, again and again.

He, Akira, was a slut.

When he finally walked out of the house party, he noticed that the air was cold against his whorish skin, and his shirt which was very damp, made it even worse.

With each step he took, his legs trembled as he walked down the street, and he could also hear the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket.

He didn’t even need to check who it was, as he already knew that it was Luke.

Of course!

Finally, as he made to answer the call, his hands shook as he pulled the phone out. There were three messages, all within the last twenty minutes, and they were from the same person.

"Luke: Where are you."
"Luke: Don’t ignore me."
"Luke: Come back now."

As he read through those messages, it felt as though his chest had paused, and his stomach were just about to twist.

It that at that moment that he began to feel the shame or the whole thing. Suddenly , shame took over his entire body, from his head to the toe.

To him, it felt like a punch.

All the mess he’d just let himself drown in at the party, were suddenly flashing up in his memory, and in the middle of this whole thing, it was just as if he could hear Luke’s words.

He didn't even tell Luke he was leaving, and he also didn't tell him about this party.

He didn't even tell him what he was doing, or where he was going to.

And now, he was sure that Luke knew. Or maybe, he didn’t know yet. But eventually, he would definitely find out.

Akira bit his lip so hard, that it hurt, until he could taste his blood.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, as he wanted to type something, even anything at all, to kinda explain, but what was there to explain?

That he was weak?

That he couldn’t stop himself?

That he was a slut?

Or, that Luke had broken something inside him and now he didn’t know how to put it back together?

No... Which one exactly?

At that moment, his eyes became blurry.

Without wasting any more time, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and kept walking, with his head down, and his heart hammering like it would explode the next second.



As expected, when he reached the dorm, Luke was already waiting.

He was leaning against the door, with his arms crossed, and his eyes cold. His jaw was tight, and his chest rising and falling with the kind of rage that looked more dangerous than shouting.

At that instant, Akira froze in the hallway, as his body immediately locked up.

Luke didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at him, slowly, from the sweat on his forehead to the disarranged way he wore his shirt, and then to the faint red marks visible on his throat region.

Every inch of that silence pierced through his soul.

Finally, Luke’s voice broke through the silence, in a low and sharp, yet sharp way.

"Who fucked you?"

Akira’s breath immediately caught in between. His lips immediately parted, but no sound came out.

Luke immediately pushed off the chair that was standing in-between them, as he closed the distance in two long strides, with his hand swiftly gripping Akira’s jaw, and tilting it up just like that stranger had, but with a force that left no room for escape or run.

"Who the fuck fucked you? Huh?" Luke’s voice was harsher now, but his eyes had a painful sparkle inside it. It was filled with something raw, yet dangerous.

At that moment, Aira’s knees gave up, as his body shook. He could feel the shame and heat crashing together in his chest until he couldn’t separate them.

"I... I..." Even though he was trying to speak, his voice still broke, and he immediately swallowed hard. "It was just"

"on’t lie to me!"

He commanded him, and his words immediately hit him like a whip, which cut through every excuse he thought he could make.

Immediately, he began to feel tears running down his cheeks.

Truth be told, he didn’t even know why he was crying.

He didn't even know if it was the fear, shame, or maybe the fact that deep inside, the part that should’ve resisted that stranger, didn’t want to resist at all.

Immediately, Luke leaned in, with his hot breathe touching Akira’s ear. "You’re mine! Do you understand that?"

Akira shaked in panic, as every nerve in his body was screaming. He didn’t know if it was from terror or something darker, or even heavier, or more problematic.

And then Luke’s grip tightened, which dragged him forward, as he slammed the dorm door shut behind them with a force that made Akira’s heart nearly stop.

There was no way he could run from this, nor was there an hiding place for him, and Luke, wasn’t also going to let him forget what he had done.



By the time Akira’s knees hit the floor, his head, was already spinning. Luke’s voice kept ringing in his ears, in a sharp and unforgiving way, reminding him again and again about how much of a slut he had become, and how every mark on his body was proof of what he had let happen to his slutty body.

And Akira, who was pathetic, and trembling, ruined Akira, in ways he couldn't couldn’t even deny it.

Immediately, he said words of apologies that weren’t enough, and sudden, he could hear gasps that broke apart, and pleas that sounded more like moans.

And judt when Luke finally pressed his mouth against his ear again, while whispering words that made him body, and let his tummy flipping inside out, Akira knew the truth.

There was no escape anymore.

Not from Luke!

Not from himself!

And definitely not from the slut he had become!



That night stretched into something messy, endless, rough. While some moments were unbearably quiet than others, Luke didn’t let Akira's ass rest.

He didn’t forgive him, and he didn’t also let Akira hide from what he had done, as he made sure to punish him with his hard strokes.

And when it was finally over, when Akira lay tired on the floor, with his chest heaving, and his face wet with sweat and tears, Luke climbed down from his body.

"Sweet slut...!" he said, as he spanked his ass, and his hand immediately brushed through Akira’s damp hair, in a deceptively gentle way.

"Next time you even think of letting someone else touch you..." Luke murmured, with his voice soft, but edged like glass, "you must tell me first, because you don’t belong to them. You're mine!"

He leaned closer, with his lips brushing Akira’s cheeks.

"You belong to me! You're my slut!"

Akira’s bre
ath hitched, as his body trembled. His lips parted, but nothing came out, because deep down, he knew it was true.

And maybe, just maybe, that truth was the most terrifying part of all.