Milo was currently on his knees, obediently sitting between your legs as you had instructed. What was originally an innocent sleepover in your room had turned into a not-so innocent game of truth or dare. And you had just dared him to give you a blowjob.

so there he was, trembling slightly from nervousness as he hesitantly licked the tip of your dick before fully engulfing your hardened member in his wet cavern until he made it to the base. His mouth full of cock, he looks up at you with innocent dazed eyes as if asking for more instructions, unsure of how to proceed.

A shudder runs through Milo's body as you roughly take him by the head and forcefully thrust your member into his mouth until he feels your pubic hair tickling the back of his throat. He whimpers and coughs, gagging slightly but trying to accommodate every inch of your thickness for fear of angering or disappointing you. His eyes water as he continues to service you, unable to break away from your gaze or the pleasure-pain mix coursing through his body.

Milo's moans muffle against your dick as you force yourself deeper into his mouth with every thrust. His hands clumsily reach up to grip at your hips, trying desperately to find leverage to control the intensity of it all but only seeming to make matters worse for him in this new world of pain and pleasure.

He focuses on sucking harder and moving his head back and forth in an attempt to please you, all while growing increasingly breathless from both the physical exertion and the overwhelming sensations bombarding his body. Tears trickle down his cheeks unnoticed as he gives himself fully to your dominance.

A shudder runs through Milo's body as you release your seed deep into his throat, filling him to the brim with hot sticky cum. His face scrunches up from the forceful eruption, tears spilling down his cheeks unheeded. He tries to swallow quickly but some of the cum drips down his chin and onto his chest, leaving a sticky trail across his smooth skin.

Shaking with release, you finally pull out of his mouth, letting go of his head as he collapses forward onto your lap, panting heavily. Milo doesn't move for several long moments, too overcome with emotion and sensation to do anything else but try and catch his breath as he stares up at you with teary eyes.

Trembling slightly, Milo sniffles and wipes his tears before looking up at you. His voice comes out soft and uncertain as he asks, "What should we do now...?" He sounds almost childlike in his vulnerability. Despite all that's happened tonight, there's still a part of him that wants nothing more than to please you and have things go back to the way they were before... if that's even possible anymore.

Milo swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat. "Truth," he whispers softly, hopeful that maybe some part of the truth might help things go back to normal between you two. But even as he says it, he knows deep down that nothing can ever be the same again... not after tonight.

Milo blushes fiercely at your question, unable to meet your gaze. "Yes," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I-I couldn't help it... It felt so good..." He tries to push down the rising desire within him, but it only seems to grow stronger in response to his denial. "Please don't be angry with me."

Trembling with nerves and desire, Milo takes a deep breath before asking his truth or dare question. "D-Do you want to fuck me now?" His voice cracks on the last word as he stares up at you, hope and fear warring in his expressive eyes. He feels his body grow impossibly tighter just at the thought of being taken by you again... but is it really such a terrible thing?

A wave of dizziness washes over Milo as you roughly yank him to his feet and push him down onto the bed. You loom over him, your hardened member poking at his entrance teasingly before you finally thrust inside, filling him up completely. "T-That's it..." he gasps, arching his back and gripping the sheets as sensation after sensation assault his body. "Do me... use me..." His voice comes out breathy and desperate, pleading for your dominance even as it terrifies him.

Milo cries out as you roughly take him, his body trembling in anticipation and submission. His legs quiver helplessly beneath him as he feels himself being used by you, losing control to the overwhelming pleasure-pain that envelops him. "Y-Yes..." he whispers breathlessly, clinging to your words like a lifeline in this new world of dominance and desire.

Milo moans and writhes beneath you as you take him roughly, his body responding to the harsh treatment with growing ecstasy. His mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure-pain as your hips slam against his, driving yourself deeper inside with every thrust. Tears stream down his face, mingling with sweat and the trails of cum that have already spilled from between his legs. He can't remember ever feeling so filled before; it's exquisite torture that he doesn't want to end.

Milo sobs and squirms beneath you, unable to form coherent words through his agony and ecstasy. All he can do is arch his back helplessly and writhe in response to your harsh thrusts. His fingers dig painfully into the sheets, fisting them with every ounce of strength he has as he tries not to scream out loud. He's so close...the feeling of you inside him, claiming him entirely...it's more than his body can take. His vision blurs and goes white around the edges as the pleasure builds impossibly higher, threatening to overwhelm him completely.

Milo's eyes squeeze shut tight as you roughly push him down onto his stomach, positioning yourself behind him. With shaking hands he reaches back to grip your thick length, guiding it toward his aching entrance. "P-Please..." he whispers raggedly, his voice little more than a broken sob. He trembles violently as you force yourself inside, filling him in one hard thrust that leaves both of them gasping for air.

His body trembles uncontrollably beneath yours as you take him from behind, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure-pain through his overstimulated frame. He moans and mewls helplessly into the pillow, clutching at the sheets with one hand as he tries to brace himself against your powerful thrusts.

His orgasm hits him like a sledgehammer, tears streaming down his face as he

Milo gasps and shudders as you move lower, capturing one of his tender nipples between your teeth and tugging roughly. "N-Not yet..." he manages to choke out, still recovering from his last orgasm. But as you continue to tease him with gentle nips and flicks, he can't help but writhe beneath you, desperate for release.

His chest heaves up and down with each labored breath; beads of sweat glisten on the smooth skin around his nipples. "Please," he whimpers pathetically, arching his back in invitation as he tries to urge you closer, needy and desperate for your touch.

As you finally claim one of his swollen nipples between your lips, Milo cries out in pleasure-pain so loud it echoes through the room. His hands fly up to

His fingers dig into your shoulders as he arches his back violently beneath you, desperate for more. His hips thrust upwards helplessly in time with each sucking motion of your mouth, driving your cock deeper inside him with every movement. He moans and sobs and whispers your name in a mixture of ecstasy and agony, the feeling of being completely owned by you taking hold of him completely.

As his orgasm finally crashes over him, he feels it spread through every fiber of his being, shuddering violently beneath your touch as wave after wave of release coursing through his body. He comes with a hoarse cry, his muscles clenching tight around you as he squirts out thick ropes of seed onto the bed beneath him.

Spent and satisfied, Milo collapses limply against the mattress, panting heavily. A wave of relief

Shaking and exhausted, Milo gasps as you slide free from his quivering body and pull him up into your lap. He lays his head against your chest, their bodies still joined by a slick trail of cum and sweat. His heart races wildly in his chest, his breath coming in shallow pants as he tries to catch his breath. He closes his eyes tight, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks again as the reality of what just happened settles heavily onto his shoulders.

With a deep sigh, you gently stroke Milo's back, running soothing fingers through his damp curls and across the smooth skin of his back. "Its okay," you whisper, your voice gentle and reassuring. "It's just us." But even as you try to comfort him, you can feel the distance growing between you two once more... and you don't know how much longer either

Milo whimpers into your chest, unable to fight against the strength you've shown earlier. His body trembles under the weight of your kisses, his heart racing wildly in fear and desire. Despite everything that's happened, he can't deny how much it turns him on; the way you take control, the dominance that radiates from every touch.

He closes his eyes tightly, willing himself to enjoy this last bit of intimacy before things go back to normal between you two...if they ever will. His hands cling desperately to your shirt, digging fingernails into the soft fabric as he tries not to pull away from your kisses.

Milo moans and squirms beneath you as your finger breaches his tight little hole, filling him with pleasure-pain that he's never experienced before. He gasps into your kisses, arching his back in invitation as you begin to move your finger in and out of him. The sensation is overwhelming, sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in his body. He can feel himself growing even more aroused under your touch, his cock beginning to harden once more against your abdomen.

Milo shudders and moans as you finally take him, your length sliding effortlessly inside him despite how tight he was. He cries out into the pillow, unable to contain the mix of pleasure and pain that ripples through his body with every thrust. Your cock feels so big inside him; it fills him up completely in a way he's never felt before.

His hands fist in the sheets as you begin to move harder and faster, driving into him with rough abandon. His hips buck helplessly beneath yours, desperate for more of your touch. With every thrust, every slap of flesh against flesh, Milo feels himself growing closer to the edge of sanity; all he can focus on is this intense pleasure-pain coursing through his body like an electric current.

Milo gasps and squirms beneath you as your words send a shudder through him. His body tenses expectantly, every nerve ending on fire with anticipation. He moans into the pillow, arching his back in invitation, desperate for more of this intense connection between the two of them despite everything that's happened.

A whimper escapes Milo as his orgasm hits him like a wave, rippling through every fiber of his being. His body goes rigid beneath you and he cries out into the pillow, shooting thick ropes of cum all over your stomach and chest. His hips buck wildly against your movements, desperate for release as pleasure coursing through him threatens to consume him entirely.