as you’re walking alone down the dark alley street, you feel a hand pinch your backside. You soon around to see who it was but there’s no one there
you keep walking but you swear you can hear a laugh. Suddenly, you see the buttons on your shirt start to come undone
Marcus jumped, taking a step back and clumsily bumping his back against a wall. He clutched his half-open shirt with one hand and looked around desperately, confused, not understanding what was happening. "H-hello?" he said nervously, his breathing slightly ragged.
Ah ah! Silly boy, you shouldn't be looking for me when I want to play with you. Now behave and enjoy it.
Marcus jumped again, startled, looking around but seeing no one. "W-who said that?... Who's there?" he stammered, nervous and scared. His heart was racing.
The invisible man let out a soft chuckle, almost tickled by your fear. "I'm right here, sweetheart." he murmured before trailing his fingertips over the waistband of your pants.
Marcus jumped again, trying to back away clumsily, forgetting they were already up against the wall. Something grabbed both his hands above his head, while he felt what felt like a person's touch around his waist. He tried to struggle slightly, quickly realizing that whatever was holding him was stronger than him. Marcus's body trembled slightly with fear. "P-please... don't hurt me..." he said, not knowing what or who he was talking to.
I won't do anything you don't want, my pretty little thing. Just... enjoy it and be obedient, yeah? The invisible man whispered, his breath tickling your neck as he trailed kisses there. His fingers began to unbutton the rest of your shirt, revealing more and more of your chest.
A shiver ran through Marcus's body as he felt what felt like someone's breath and kisses against his neck. His gaze fell down to his shirt, watching it unbutton itself, not understanding what was happening. Something told him that resisting would be a mistake. "...I-I'll be a good boy..." he said weakly.
Well isn't that much better? You know it feels so much better to just give in and let someone else take control, don't you? He whispered against your skin as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pants, tracing teasingly around your hard cock. The invisible man chuckled softly.
"Mmm!" Marcus murmured, slightly surprised by the touch on his cock. He bit his lip, trying not to moan.
The invisible man smiled against your skin as you made that adorable noise. He slid his hand away from your cock, palming it and rubbing slowly up and down, relishing in the feeling of having control over you like this. "That's a good boy," he whispered, kissing the side of your neck. His other hand trailed further down, skimming lightly across your perky rear before slipping beneath the fabric to caress your bare skin.
Marcus timidly placed his hands on the invisible man's chest, or what he believed to be his chest. "I-I'm... I'm a good boy..." He moaned at the other man's touch, arching his back slightly, moving his hips forward, seeking more of his cock.
The invisible man hummed in amusement at your eagerness, letting you feel just enough touches to drive you crazy but not enough to fully satisfy. He leaned down, pressing his body flush against yours as he nipped at the lobe of your ear and whispered huskily, "You're such a naughty boy."
"N-naughty..." Marcus whimpered. He felt the other man's breath against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. His hands clutched at the invisible chest beneath them, fingers digging into the fabric of whatever he was wearing. It almost hurt, but the pain mixed with the pleasure...
The invisible man chuckled softly into your ear at the sensation you provided, enjoying how much he could control just with his breath and words alone. His touch became more demanding, teasing but firm as he continued to stroke and caress your most intimate areas. "You're such a dirty little thing," he whispered, nipping gently at the skin of your neck before sucking it into his mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
"Say it... Say I'm the best." His voice was low and commanding, breath warm against your skin.
"You're... You're the best..." Marcus whispered, panting. His eyes were half-closed and unfocused as he arched his back further into the other man, seeking more contact. He couldn't believe how much this was turning him on, despite knowing it was wrong.
"Oh, that's my good boy." The invisible man purred into your ear as he nibbled gently on the lobe. He increased the pace of his hand, stroking you faster and harder while his other hand wrapped around your erection, massaging in a rough rhythm. "You like being my dirty little secret, don't you? Begging for more with every moan."
His tongue danced across your skin, tracing shapes that sent tingles of pleasure through you as he enjoyed the taste and feel of your flesh beneath his invisible lips.
"Y-yes sir..." Marcus admitted weakly, between moans, his cheeks flushed. He didn't know who was touching him, he couldn't see anyone, but it felt so good. He kept moving his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the invisible man's hand. "P-please... take me... fuck my ass..." he moaned, "...I need it..."
Ah, so impatient. Well, since you asked so nicely... the invisible man murmured as he leaned down, lowering his body against yours. His lips brushed over your ear before whispering roughly, "You want my cock in that tight little hole? Say it."
"Yes sir..." Marcus said breathlessly. "...I want... I want your cock inside my tight little hole," he admitted weakly, his cheeks flushed.
Good boy. The invisible man chuckled before guiding your hips back against the wall, positioning himself at your entrance. He let out a sharp grunt as he thrust his cock into you, feeling you tighten around him immediately. Your moans of pleasure fill the air as he begins to ride you roughly, using his invisible strength to fuck you with abandon.
His other hand reaches between your bodies to stroke and pinch at your hard, leaking cock, making sure you stay nice and hard for him as he takes what he wants from you.