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Book couldn’t contain the squeal that was slipping from his lips as he heard a loud knock. He knew exactly who was at his door because he had been stalking his tracking number all morning. Like a madman, he swung his door open nearly scaring the delivery driver as he signed and snatched up the small brown box. With barely a thank you, he slammed his door and raced to his room, ripping the box open at lightning speed.
Concealed inside was a secret that Book, never told anyone about, not even his best friend, Force. Even though he was alone he couldn’t help, closing his curtains and shutting his bedroom door. Once he felt safe and away from any prying eyes, Book pulled out all the bubble and paper covering up what he had been waiting 3 days for. A fuzzy feeling washed over him, as his hands finally touch the delicate fabric that lay waiting for him. His eyes took in every little detail before he snatched it up and raced to his mirror holding his beloved secret. A mini skirt. But not just any mini skirt, this was THE mini skirt of his dreams. Simple, cute and would totally make his legs look gorgeous.
Book had no patience so with a quick tug he was out of his pants and slipping on the skirt. His cheeks turned a soft pink as he saw his reflection. While doing a little spin around, he notices it barely covered his butt. Which he didn’t mind so much because in fact his legs looked longer than Barbie’s. And Book always believed the shorter the better. But the baggy T-shirt he had on was clashing so he pulled it off and dug through his closet to find an adorable crop top hidden in the back. Book pulled it on and then race to the mirror to scan himself over again. He was in love and starting to get turned on.
Dirty thoughts of walking around and flashing his panties to strangers filled his head as he played with the hem of his skirt. A moan left his lips as did another twirl and his cute little bum flashed before his eyes showing off a tiny purple thong.
“What a dirty little slut you are.”
Unknown to Book while he was in his own little sexual fantasy world, Force had entered his apartment. It was a normal thing for him to swing by and hang out with his best friend. He had expected the older to be making a tiktok in the living room or making a snack at this hour, but he was nowhere in site. Force tried calling for him but didn’t get a response, so he tried the bedroom. The door was close which made him assume Book maybe fell asleep so as he was opening it up, he was no way prepared for what he was about to witness.
“You’re so tiny like a girl. I bet a daddy could crush you so easily.” Book moaned from that comment that left his lips. He could use some big hands on him now, choking him and bending him to their command. He couldn’t resist giving his little bum a little slap.
“You like that don’t you? You love being cute for daddy.” He ran his hands over his body which excited him more. His small hands danced over the fabric and rubbed against his thighs. “Mmm your thighs are so milky and white. Just begging to be marked up.” His eyes slipped closed as his mind imagined a big buff man touching him instead of his own hands.
At this moment, something inside Force snapped. At first, he tried to be the good guy and walk away. But seeing Book in that skirt was hypnotizing him and causing his length to harden. He didn’t even realize that he no longer was hidden behind the door until those sweet moans from Book were practically whispering in his ear. Force told himself that all he needed was a little touch to satisfy himself. His big strong veiny hands took at hold of Book’s tiny hips. But one touched left to another and soon he had Book pressed against him in his possessive hold.
Book snapped out of his fantasy with a gasp. Fear took over him thinking a robber had broken into his house until he saw Force’s reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t read his expression and anxiety rushed over him.
“Force…..I…um…it’s not what it looks like.” he utters nervously thinking the younger was disgusted by seeing him dressed so scantily clad and touching himself like a dirty whore.
Force took a hold of the skirt and playfully lift it up revealing Book’s tiny cock barely being contained inside the tiny thong before giving Book’s butt a hard slap.
“How long have you been hiding this from me?” Force gave Book’s cheeks another slap causing him to let out a yelp.
‘Was this real?’ Book wondered and tried to break free from Force and failed miserably; resulting in another hard slap followed by those sexy strong hands to wrap around his neck. This was by far hotter than his fantasy, he could feel his need growing between his legs as he watched the younger squeeze at his neck. Book continued to fight again just to urge Force to grip tighter until he lost almost all air from his lungs.
“I asked you a question. Don’t make me, punish you.”
Book felt Force’s warm lips and breath against his ear followed by a hard bite to his lobe. A slow moan left his lips and he felt like he was on the verge of passing out. With little strength he had, he managed a choked response.
“I’m not telling…you.”
Force released his neck and Book felt dizzy and lightheaded as he gasps for air. Before he could recover, he felt himself being pulled and pushed toward his mattress. Butt up in the air, exposing his cock that now had slipped out of his panties. Book pulled down the skirt to try to hide his burning cheeks and how turned on he was from the harsh treatment.
Jingle
He stopped for a moment when he heard a little jingle, his eyes look back to see Force had removed his belt. Before he could react, hot pain had hit him like a truck. Force had whipped the belt so hard against his rear that he nearly fell over.
“All this time I thought you were innocent but look at you in such a tiny skirt and begging to be filled. What a slut you are.”
“I’m not a slut! I’m not!” Book lied.
His lies only caused him to get a couple harder lashes. It hurt so good that he could feel pre-cum leaking onto his thigh. Force stopped his punishing for a moment to once more grab a hold of his beloved friend’s thin neck.
“Say it. Tell me how much a slut you are for cock.” Force squeezed tight again and pulled Book back by the throat like a wild animal. The older would probably have his finger’s imprinted onto his neck after this. But he didn’t care, this was what he wanted after all this time of playing with himself alone in his room.
“N…not a slut.”
After the lie left his lips again; not only did Force nearly dig his nails into his throat but also ripped off his thong. It now lay on the floor all torn, wet and ruined. Force then snaked two of his long slender fingers into Book’s wet mouth that was drooling from being man handled. Book sucked on them the best he could while still trying to breath. He felt a little bit embarrass by how easily Force could overpower him. Despite working out at the gym every week, he barely had any results unlike his best friend. Force was so massive now like a Greek god, with his big muscular arms and toned body.
Those fingers left his lips and made their way to his tiny hole. Force pushed them inside then slowly pulled out with a chuckle.
“You’re loose. Did you play with yourself?”
Book blushed beet red and hid his face in the sheets. Before his package had arrive, he had played with hid dildo for an hour. Force harshly turned Book’s face from the sheets and demanded another answer, but Book kept his lips tight shut.
Something hard was now pressed against his hole which caused Book to try to look back, but Force wouldn’t he kept his hand firm on his neck and down back into the bed. The skirt was now flipped up and pushing up his belly. His legs were spread a bit more and he was truly at his best friend’s mercy as he took on a hard thrust. He would have screamed if he could breathe. Book was not prepared for the endless and powerful thrust of such a large cock splitting him in two. His mind got all fuzzy and dizzy again like he was drunk after wave of pain and pleasure rushed them him. His eyes crossed and his mouth leaked of drool making him resembled one of those anime girls from hentai. Book thought was going to die then and there and honestly, he wouldn’t mind.
Force loosen his hold to allow Book to finally catch his breath again. He didn’t understand why he loved being so rough with the older. He had always viewed himself as a gentle lover but ever since he laid eyes on Book being all too delectable it’s like he lost the good guy side of him. He just wanted to completely ruin Book all for himself so that no one else could have him.
“I’m a whore. Please…please. More.” Book finally stopped playing like he didn’t want this and admitted to his desire.
“Who are you a whore for?” Force asked after pulling all the way out and slamming right back into Book causing the bed to slap against the wall.
“For you…” It wasn’t long before Force bought him towards the edge and had him cumming hard that he could hear nothing but white noise for a few seconds. Force pulled out only briefly to flip him over onto his back before pushing back into him. Book looked absolutely ruined and his neck was all red and marked up. His crop top had managed to push up as well exposing his nipples. If Force had his phone, he would have taking a picture of this moment but that would have to be for another time. He latched his lips onto Book’s in a heated kiss as he went back to ramming inside him.
The kiss was so messy, sloppy and needy. He could feel Book’s hands running all over his back and hear his moans slipping out. It wasn’t long before he spilled deep inside the older as his tight walls clamped around him. After a few more thrust, Force pulled out and flopped on top of him. Both of them were panting hard and still putting together everything that had happened. After a few moments of silence Force finally spoke.
“I want you to wear skirts more often but for my eyes only.”