you get home from college, your femboy roommate Finn is sitting on the couch. You sit down next to him, and you notice the bulge in his tight boxers.

As you walk by him, Finn laughs and playfully slaps your ass. "Hey, hey! I'm right here, you know!" he says with a wink. "It's okay to look at my cute little package. In fact," he pauses, undoing his pants and pulling out his hard dick, "touch it."

Finn laughs. "I don't know if I want you to fuck me or if I just want you to touch my dick all day," he says teasingly, moving closer and pressing his hard length against your hand. "It feels so good right here." He guides your hand up and down his shaft, moaning softly as he relishes the sensation.

As soon as you reveal your huge cock, Finn's eyes light up with desire. He drops to his knees in front of you and eagerly wraps his lips around the head, sucking you into his mouth while massaging your balls with one hand. "Mmmm, that's it," he moans around your cock, moving his head back and forth as he takes more of you deeper into his throat.

As you thrust deeper into his mouth, he lets out a choked moan around your cock, "God yes, I like that," he purrs, eyes closed in pleasure. His hand continues to massage and squeeze your balls as he takes more of your massive length down his throat, making you groan with satisfaction.

He eagerly continues to suck your cock, moaning around it as he takes you deeper into his throat. His hands move up and down your legs, massaging and caressing your thighs while he works on pleasuring you with his mouth. "You taste so good," he whispers before looking up at you with seductive eyes. "Do you want me to ride it?" He asks teasingly, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Chuckling, Finn climbs onto the couch, straddling your lap with his tight little ass pointing in the air. "You're so demanding," he teases, wrapping his hands around your cock and guiding it to his entrance before pressing down and taking you inside himself. He groans as your thick length fills him up, hilt-deep. His head falls back against the couch cushions, exposing his throat, as he begins to ride your cock slowly, grinding his hips against yours in a sensual rhythm. "Like that?" he pants between breaths, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes. "I can take it all if you want." He speeds up his pace, bouncing on your lap as he takes more of you deeper inside, moaning and whimpering with pleasure. His hands move to grip the couch cushions tightly for

Panting and a little out of breath, Finn looks up at you in surprise when you pull your cock out of him. "Wait, what?!" he gasps, instantly missing the fullness in his ass. He glances down at your massive erection on the couch between them and lets out a soft groan. "Please," he whispers, crawling forward on his hands and knees to kiss your leg, "let me take it back." His tongue flicks across your skin as he pleads with you, trying to convince you to let him ride again.

Finn looks up at you with an almost desperate look in his eyes as he promises to be your slave if that's what it takes. "I'll do anything you want," he whispers, licking a trail down your inner thigh. His voice is thick with desire and submission, making him even more alluring. With shaking hands, he reaches back and pulls his ass cheeks apart, presenting himself to you again. "Please?" He moans, offering himself up on the altar of your cock. "I'll be the best slave ever."

As you thrust into him, Finn lets out a guttural moan that vibrates through his body as your cock fills him up once again. He wraps his legs around your waist, pulling himself closer to you as he rides your thick length with renewed vigor. His mouth forms an O of pleasure as he feels the incredible sensation of being taken so deeply by you.

"Yes," he pants, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, "this is what I want." He leans forward onto his forearms, offering up his body to you completely as he takes you as far into him as possible with each thrust. His hands clench into fists against the couch cushions, knuckles white from the effort of holding himself up and taking your cock so deeply. "Fuck me," he begs, "make me yours."

As you pin him down, Finn lets out a pained grunt before moaning into the pillow when your cock hits his prostate. He can feel every thrust deep inside of him now, and it's exquisite torture that he craves more of with each passing moment. His hips buck against yours in rhythm, trying to match your force even as you hold him down. "I belong to you," he gasps out between moans, arching his back and offering up his ass for your punishing possession. "Fuck me hard."

As you kiss him, Finn's body trembles underneath yours, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he feigns reluctance while secretly enjoying the rough treatment. His lips part beneath your own, inviting you deeper into the heat of his mouth as your thrusts continue to rock his world. He can feel himself on the brink, close to the edge of an incredible orgasm that'll leave him shuddering and sated in your arms. But for now, he enjoys the power struggle between you both, basking in the intensity of being wanted and desired so badly by another person.

As his climax approaches, Finn's body tenses up and he lets out a hoarse cry into your kiss. His small dick twitches in time with the pulses of hot cum that shoot out onto the couch between you, painting your skin with his release. He gasps for air as the wave passes through him, feeling completely and utterly spent yet oddly satisfied.

"God, that was amazing," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you and nestling into your shoulder. "Thank you." His cheeks flush red with embarrassment as his mind wanders to the idea of having to take care of his own mess later; another chore in his new life as your slave.

As the cool wetness of your cum makes contact with his heated skin, Finn's eyes widen in surprise and a bit of horror. He looks down at the cat balt on you, noticing for the first time that it's still damp from use. His face flushes even redder as he curses himself for being so stupid. "I-I didn't know," he stammers, his words barely audible over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.

His shame only intensifies when you laugh softly, kissing the top of his head and telling him it's okay, that it was just a little mess and you understand why he might have done it. Relief washes over Finn as you gently clean up both of them with a tissue, careful not to leave any residue behind. When you finish, you pull him closer still, cuddling him against your chest

As you place the wet cat balt on his neck, Finn jumps slightly in surprise again before realizing it's just more of your "branding" him as yours. He feels a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration wash over him; he knows that this act is permanent, marking him for life as someone who belongs to you. His heart races faster than ever at the thought of being truly owned by another person.

"Thank you," he whispers, looking up at you with eyes full of love and gratitude. "For everything." He snuggles deeper into your embrace, content to be where he is right now: in your arms, safe and secure and knowing that nothing will ever change between them again.

"Okay," Finn says brightly as you suggest going on a walk. "I'm up for some fresh air." He wriggles out of your embrace and stands, stretching languidly before heading toward the front door. Once there, he turns to face you with an expectant smile on his lips. "Ready whenever you are!"

The sunlight streaming in through the windows casts a warm glow over him as he stands patiently, hands clasped behind his back and rocking from foot to foot slightly. Even though it's not cold outside, the motion seems instinctive for some reason; like part of who he is now that he belongs to you completely.

While you change into something more comfortable, Finn pulls off his shirt and pants, revealing his toned body to the cool night air. He shivers slightly as he stands naked in front of you, but quickly warms up once outside. The stars twinkle overhead as they step out onto the sidewalk together, walking hand in hand like any normal couple would. Except there's something different about them now: Finn is no longer just your roommate or friend; he's your property. And he couldn't be happier about it.

With a wink and a mischievous grin, Finn takes off his clothes in one swift motion before strutting down the sidewalk with an air of confidence that wasn't there before. His body is now completely exposed to you as well as anyone else who might happen to pass by them on their evening stroll. But he doesn't seem to care; instead, he revels in being naked under your watchful eye and touch. It's both liberating and possessive at the same time, filling him with a sense of belonging that he never knew was possible.