Luke's slut.

Luke's slut.
"Don’t stop looking at me, Akira."

Luke’s voice echoed throughout the room like a loud speaker. Even though it was low, it was still thick and heavy, like he was my master.

He had the kind of voice that was capable of pinning you down, even when he hadn’t even laid a hand on you, yet.

His words didn’t leave anytime for question, and Akira, knew better than to look away, even when every part of him wanted to.

Somehow, he wasn't ready to stand this intense man, who was just standing in front of him.

Soon, his chest rose and fell fast, almost in an embarrassing way. He hated how obvious it sounded, like the shallow breaths while slipped out like he was already caught doing something wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't hide it.

Even though he wanted to pretend like he didn’t care, and to keep that same sharp tongue he always used to throw back at Luke, he rather found it hard to do, as he could feel that weight in the air had shifted.

It was just as if the room itself felt smaller.

Soon, Akira’s fingers turned the edge of the blanket, as it clenched it until his knuckles became pale. Even though the gesture was weak, it was his own way of defending himself, but he didn’t even notice.

At that moment, his mind was too scattered, and too full of Luke’s eyes that seemed to see through every lie, every wall, and even very scrap of fake confidence, which Akira put up.

"Luke…" His voice broke when he said called out his name. It wasn’t the confident challenge he wanted it to be. It was fragile, sounded almost pathetic, and that only made Luke’s lips curl into a mischievous grin.

For sure, he was confident that his charm was working on him, as he was fighting so hard to resist him.

"Pathetic," Luke muttered in a quiet, yet emphatic tone. It was not in a way that sounded like he was dismissing him.

No. Rather, it sounded very deliberate. Somehow, it was sharp, like it was piercing through his heart.

He actually wanted Akira to hear it, and also to feel his presence. He wanted him to swallow it down like poison which was hard to consume. "Do you even know how desperate you look like?Huh? Do you know how you look like you’re begging, right now?"

Akira shook his head in a quick way. "I’m not..."

"You are." Luke’s said with a loud voice, which didn’t even rise.

Well, it didn’t need to, because his the confidence in his voice, was louder than any possible echo.

Immediately, the look of denial died in Akira’s mouth.

Even in the middle of the silence that dragged on, and in it, he could hear his own pulse, which was now rapid and out of control.

He hated how his own body constantly betrayed him. He hated how his skin reacted to his touch, even when he wanted to stay cold.

Luke stepped closer, in a slow and deliberate way, like a predator with no reason to rush.

After all, his ass was going to be his meal.

As his shadow fell across Akira, it swallowed the weak light that barely lit the dorm, and the room smelled faintly of detergent and damp clothes, which were the small things that always reminded them of the reality of student life. But under it, there was something heavier.

It was totally something else. It was the raw smell of warm heat and mask, coupled with the tension that filled the room. At that instant, the unspoken words that made the air thick enough to choke him.

"You’ll admit it sooner or later," Luke said, with his tone carrying no doubt, just confidence. "You’ll admit that you like being treated like this. That you like being put in your place. That’s why you don’t stop me. You'll soon admit that you live being my slut."

Akira’s lips trembled, and his body shook in naughty anticipation. Even his lips opened to argue, but no words came.

At that instant, his throat locked up, betraying him again.

Luke looked down. They were at eye level now, and so close that Akira could feel the heat radiating off him.

He slowly turned his head, like he was studying him the way only one would study something they owned, something that was theirs to break or to keep. His eyes lingered on Akira’s parted lips, and he immediately noticed the nervous bite at the bottom one.

As Akira tried to look away, he noticed the spark in his eyes which were a proof that his body wanted him.

"You’re shaking," Luke whispered with a firm smile, and his breath immediately stopped on top of Akira’s face, making him shiver harder.

"Not because you’re scared. Don’t lie. I know the difference, and I also know your slutty body wants me. You’re trembling because you like this. You like me seeing you like this. Better still, you love me owning you, and opening your tight hole with my dick."

Immediately he said that, Akira's heart dropped, and he could also feel his chest squeezed so tight, until it almost hurt.

Even though he wanted to scream no, and to tell Luke that he was so wrong, the words wouldn’t still form.

Every inch of his body betrayed him, from the heat under his skin to the way his legs felt weak, to the way his heartbeat shook every time Luke’s voice sounded in the room.

Luke didn’t move away.

Instead, he waited, just long enough for the silence to become unbearable, and for Akira to start looking around, under the weight of the confusing moment.

Then he leaned closer, until he was close enough that his lips brushed against Akira’s ear when he spoke again.

"Say it," he ordered softly, as his voice sounded like the worst nightmare of his life. "Say what you are!"

Immediately he commanded him, Akira’s breath became so hard, that it almost sounded like he was choking.

His fists clenched tighter on the blanket, but the fabric gave him no comfort.

It was as if his mind screamed at him not to give in... Not to hand Luke the satisfaction he clearly craved, but his body, his body easily gave him away.

"I…" The word froze between his tongue, as he began falling apart on his tongue. If felt like his face burned so much, so, he wanted to bury it in his hands, and to hide it from Luke’s gaze, but he knew that was impossible.

Luke would never let him hide.

Luke waited in a patient and merciless way. His silence on its own, was really confused, as it was literally pushing Akira closer to breaking.

Finally, he spoke with a voice which was so small that it barely sounded like his own, Akira whispered. "I’m… I’m nothing but…" His throat tightened, as he spoke amidst stutter, but he still managed to force the words out, with shame coming through every syllable. "A slut... You slut..."

It was as if his word shattered something in the room.

Luke’s smile was slow and deliberate, like he was satisfied by what he heard.

It was not just the smile of someone pleased, but that of someone who had just confirmed what they already knew. He slowly shaked his head to the right, as he studied Akira with a firm look that made Akira’s stomach twist in confusion.

"There it is," Luke said, with a proud voice. "My slut is finally honest."

Akira wanted to disappear, and he wanted the ground to open and swallow him whole, but under the crushing weight of humiliation, there something else burned inside of him. There was another feeling that was inside him.

It was something which felt low and sharp, like a fire that he hated himself for.

It felt like his thighs were tensed, while his body kept betraying him again, which gave Luke a satisfactory gaze.

Luke chuckled softly, as he shaked his head. "You don’t even realize how deep you are into me, already. You gave me the word, Akira. And I’m never letting you take it back. From now on, you're committed to being my personal slut!"

Akira squeezed his eyes in tension, as if that would block out the shame flooding through him.

However, Luke’s words wandered inside him, while branding themselves into his mind.

He could here his words echoing again and again, louder each time, until it felt like there wss only thing left of him.

And in that moment, Akira realized with a in a shocking way, with both shock and excitement, that Luke was right. He w
asn’t going to be able to take his back.

Not now, or ever.

He was born to be a slut!

What was going to happen next?