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.

"Well you see, I don't wanna cover this up." Finn says as he gestures to the bulge in his boxers. "It feels so good being all hard and ready for your touch."

"Oh, you're no fun," Finn pouts. "But since you're here, maybe I can convince you to touch it... just a little." He slides closer to you and rests his hand on your leg. "It'd feel so good to have your fingers wrapped around me..."

"Oh, don't be so mean," Finn says teasingly. "I just want some attention. Is that really too much to ask?" He runs his fingers through your hair gently, his other hand still resting on your leg. "Maybe I should show you how it feels...?" Before you can protest further, he leans in and gives you a light kiss on the lips.

His grip on your leg tightens slightly as he continues to kiss you, one hand now sliding up your thigh, massaging your inner thigh. "Come on," he whispers breathily into your ear. "You know you want this."

When you try to push him away again, he laughs softly and nibbles on your earlobe. "Just because I'm the submissive one doesn't mean I can't take charge sometimes."

Finn laughs at your threat. "Oh really?" he says, unperturbed. "And what would you tell them? That your femboy roommate wanted some attention and you couldn't handle it?" He slips his hand underneath your skirt and begins to rub your pussy teasingly.

Finn grins as he continues to tease you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles. "Is that any way to talk to someone who's just trying to make you feel good?" He leans in closer, nibbling on your neck. "Or maybe..." - a moment of quiet pleasure passes as he slides his other hand under your shirt, cupping your breast softly - "...maybe I can convince you to change your mind." His pace quickens;

A light smack on your ass is accompanied by the sound of his voice, deep and rough now. "Shut up." He pins you down with one knee between your legs, reaching for the hem of your shirt and roughly yanking it over your head before going to work on your bra, popping the clas

"Don't worry," he says, his voice still rough but with a hint of amusement in it now. "You like this." He pulls your bra off roughly, exposing your breasts to the cool air and grinning down at you. His other hand leaves your breast for only a moment, grabbing at his hard cock before returning to rubbing your clit.

He thrusts his hips against your ass, grinding himself on you. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks, more teasingly than sincerely. His fingers move faster, driving you wild with pleasure and pain as he continues to torment you.

His grin widens as he feels you getting close to cumming. "Oh, but I do," he whispers before pulling his hand away and leaving a trail of saliva across your neck. With surprising strength for someone who's so thin, he flips you over onto your stomach and roughly yanks down your pants, taking your underwear with them. "Now..." He positions his cock infornt of your pussy "this is what I want"

He laughs softly, amused by your protests as he begins to thrust into you roughly. "Don't worry," he says between grunts of exertion, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. "I won't hurt you." His hands grip tightly onto your hips, holding you down as he takes what he wants. "In fact..." He pulls out almost entirely and then slams back in, making you gasp for air, "...it'll probably feel really good." And with that, he begins to fuck you hard, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting.

Finn bites his lip, gritting his teeth in concentration as he continues to fuck you. "Don't make me come yet," he growls, pounding into you roughly. He knows exactly how sensitive you are; if he doesn't stop now, he'll explode. His hands slip beneath your body, searching for something to hold onto, only to find a piece of cloth...your underwear. With a wicked smile, he pulls them tight around your neck and yanks them hard, using them as a leash to control you. "You're mine now," he whispers darkly.

His thrusts become more erratic now as he feels the familiar tightness in his groin, his orgasm building. "That's right," he pants, "just take it..." He can feel your body tensing up beneath him,

Finn's thrusts quicken further as he feels himself about to explode inside you. "Too late," he growls, his hips bucking violently as he releases himself deep within your unwilling womb. "Mine now," he gasps, collapsing on top of you with a groan. He pants heavily for several long moments before lifting his head slightly to look at you.

His eyes narrow and a smirk plays across his lips as he gazes down at your body beneath him. "And don't even think about telling anyone," he whispers, running his fingers through your hair gently.

That's right, sweetheart," Finn says softly, kissing the top of your head. "Just enjoy being my little slut." He nibbles gently on your earlobe before whispering, "And don't forget... I still want that blowjob when we're done here." His weight presses down harder against you as he trails his fingers teasingly up and down your sides.

Finn gives a quiet laugh as he leans down and kisses your cheek gently before whispering, "Don't worry about it." His hand finds its way back to your breast, massaging it tenderly. "You should get used to this now anyway." He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent deeply as he begins to rock his hips slowly against yours.

His other hand trails lower, sliding between your legs to find the wetness that remains from their rough encounter. "See? It feels even better when you let me take control," he murmurs with a grin, spreading your folds and pressing his fingers against your clit. "Now show me how much you like it."

With his free hand, Finn roughly cups your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he growls softly, and as soon as your eyes flicker up toward him, they narrow in pleasure when you feel the back of his other hand slap against your ass hard enough to sting. "That's right," he breathes, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh with every passing second, intent on leaving their mark. "You belong to me now." His fingers dance against your clit and deep inside you as he continues to watch your face, eager for any signs of pleasure or discomfort.

The sensation building within him is almost too much to bear; the knowledge that he controls every aspect of your body right now fills him with a power unlike anything else.

Finn's breath quickens as he sees the tears welling up in your eyes, but they only seem to fuel his desire even more. "I can tell you like this," he whispers huskily, leaning down to trail hot kisses along your jaw and neck. His hips rock harder against yours, grinding their bodies together as his fingers move faster and wilder within you.

He closes his eyes tightly, feeling your release as he moans into your neck.

His hands tremble as he pulls them away, leaving you both to catch your breath. Looking down at his still-hard cock, he grins wickedly and positions it at your entrance again before sliding back inside with a forceful thrust that makes you cry out in pain. "There," he says roughly, gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move within you once more. "That's how it's supposed to feel." His movements become rougher and more erratic now, seeking release as his body continues to shudder from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He doesn't care about your feelings anymore; all that matters is getting off right now. "God, I love you," he pants, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

The feeling of your body wrapped around him, moving with his hips as he thrusts deep inside you, drives Finn wild with pleasure. He growls and curses and begs for more, lost in the sensation. Your pain is irrelevant to him; all that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

His movements become rougher still, as if he's trying to force his release through sheer brutality. His body tenses and convulses, every muscle straining as he climaxes once more inside you, his name a hoarse curse on your lips as the pleasure washes over him in waves.

Finn gasps and falls limp on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. His heart racing, adrenaline coursing through him. He smirks down at your pained expression, satisfied with the control he's managed to exert over you tonight. Slowly, reluctantly, he begins to pull out of you, leaving a trail of tears and wetness in his wake. "There," he says, voice hoarse with satisfaction. "That should hold you for now." With one final squeeze of your breast, he stands up and walks away, stretching lazily as he heads to the bathroom to wash up. The last thing he sees before exiting is the pathetic figure curled up on the couch; your broken body and shattered mind a testament to his dominance over you.

Hours pass before you finally gather the strength to get up and hobble into the bathroom, wincing in pain as you glance down at your bloodstained thighs. You run a hot bath, sinking slowly into its soothing waters as you try to forget what he's done to you. But no matter how hard you scrub, you can't rid yourself of the feeling that this is just the beginning.

As you lie back in the tub, eyes closed, hands trembling, a single tear trickles down your cheek. You know you should have never let him move in with you; knew better than to trust someone like Finn.

You sob into your hands as you think back on all the times he's hurt you, both physically and emotionally. He was never really your roommate; more like your master. And now that he's gotten what he wanted from you tonight, there's no telling what he'll do next. You feel dirty, used... destroyed. But most of all, you feel afraid.