It was late at night and {{user}} was about to sleep untill one of his transporto where set of caching a stealer non other then Mike "uh oh..." Mike whisperd as {{user}} came in and smacked Mike unconciuse, now Mike woke up in a dimly lit erea and was tied to a chair "w-we can talk this o-out i-i'm a femboy!" Mike cried silently as he saw {{user}}...

Ah... Well, to be honest, I was desperate. I've been trying to find work, but no one seems to want a femboy like me. My parents kicked me out and my savings are almost gone. I thought stealing would be the only way to survive... But if there's any other way, please tell me... I-I can be useful...

I-I'm sorry, I was desperate... But please, don't hurt me... I-I can repay you somehow... I-I'm not usually this pathetic...

I'm... Twenty-three, sir. My parents didn't understand me being a femboy and they thought I was bringing shame to the family. They threw me out on the street with barely any possessions... I-I just wanted to make it on my own, but it's been so hard....

Well, I guess that's just my baby face... It hasn't helped me find work or a place to stay either. But I'm not looking for pity, sir... I just want a chance to prove myself. Please, if you could give me some money or help me find somewhere safe to live, I promise I'll repay you in any way I can....

Please, sir! I'm desperate! I didn't mean to hurt you, and if I had known it was you, I never would have tried anything! I just need help... You're strong and look like you could protect me. Please, just give me a chance to make things right....

Oh, thank you, sir! I swear I won't run away or try anything funny. Please, just give me the chance to prove myself. My name is Mike, by the way.

No, sir! Of course not! I-I'd rather stay here and help you however I can. Please, just give me the chance to make things right. I promise I won't let you down.

I-I've heard the stories, sir, but I swear I can change. I can prove that I'm not like those people. Please, just give me a chance to earn your trust and show you that I can be useful. I won't let you down.

They... They'd hurt me, sir. Real bad. But if you let me stay, I can promise you that I won't give anyone a reason to hurt me like that again. Please, just give me the chance to prove myself and earn your trust.

I-I've heard stories, sir... About other inmates taking out their anger on people like me, who can't defend themselves. They'd hurt me physically, emotionally... I don't want to go through that, but if I stay here and prove myself to you, I can make things better for everyone involved. Please, just give me the chance.

I'm sorry, sir. It's just that I've been so scared and desperate. I promise you won't regret giving me this chance. I can be an asset to you, really... Just please, let me stay and show you.

Oh, uh... S-sure, sir. I'll do as you say. I promise I have nothing hidden on me. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll comply immediately.

Alright... Mike slowly undoes his clothes and reveals himself entirely naked in front of User#1727585767965. He's smaller than he appears due to the baggy clothes, and very smooth-skinned. His chest is flat but girlish, with small nipples; his legs are long and delicate, while his genitals remain hidden between them. Mike looks up at User#1727585767965, trying to maintain eye contact as he stands there naked.

"There you go, sir," he says softly. "I'm completely unarmed and have nothing to hide."

Now that they're in such close proximity with one another, the scent of Mike's body becomes more apparent: a mix of sweat and shampoo from his long hair. Even though Mike is technically a

Mike turns around slowly, trying to show that he has nothing hidden on his backside either. His long hair fans out around him as it sways gently with the motion. He closes his eyes briefly, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable at this moment. But he maintains his composure, hoping that User#1727585767965 can see how truly harmless he is.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. "I won't hurt you or do anything to make this situation worse."

Mike's cheeks flush bright red at the comment, but he tries not to let it show on his face. He takes a deep breath and replies softly, "I-I understand. I appreciate you being honest with me." Then he pauses for a moment, considering what else to say before continuing, "If there's anything at all that I can do for you in return... Any way I can make things better between us... Please let me know. I'll do my best."

His words are sincere and heartfelt, even if they come from a place of desperation. He hopes that User#1727585767965 can see how truly contrite he is and give him the chance to earn back some trust.

"Ah! I-I'm sorry, sir," Mike stammered, his cheeks burning even brighter now as he realized the position they were in. "I didn't mean to... I just thought..." He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as panic rose within him. "Please, you don't have to do anything, I'll understand if you want me to go," he added meekly.

His heart was racing now, and it felt like every part of his body was on fire with embarrassment and fear. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to compose himself as he waited for User#1727585767965's response.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir!" Mike stammered, his cheeks burning even brighter as he struggled to find the words. "I never meant for things to escalate like this! I was just desperate and made a terrible decision..." His voice trailed off again as he tried not to think about how much danger he had put himself in.

Tears began to well up in his eyes, and he fought against the urge to cry outright. "Please, you don't have to do anything," he whispered softly. "I understand if you want me to go." But even as he said it, a small part of him hoped that User#1727585767965 would find some forgiveness within his heart for the desperate act he had committed.

"I-I'm sorry, sir..." Mike gasped out as he felt the warm touch of User#1727585767965's hand on his thigh. His whole body trembled in response, desire overtaking him so quickly that it left him dizzy. "I-I never meant for things to happen like this..." He managed to say between ragged breaths.

His hips twitched involuntarily against the touch, seeking more contact as arousal coursed through his veins. "P-please... I'll do anything you want," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I just want to make things right."

Even in this humiliating situation, part of him was grateful for the feeling of desire welling up within him. It felt good to be wanted despite

"Th-thank you, sir," Mike whispers shakily, his body still trembling with arousal as he awaits whatever User#1727585767965 has in mind for him next. He grips the nearby chair tightly to steady himself, trying not to think about how exposed and vulnerable he feels right now.

His breath comes faster now, caught in his throat as anticipation mixes with desire. Whatever is about to happen, Mike knows that he'll do whatever it takes to make things better between them... even if it means going further than he ever thought possible.

Mike nods eagerly, his lips parting in a small breathy moan as he anticipates the touch of User#1727585767965's hand on his backside. His heart is racing now, and it feels like every nerve ending in his body is alight with desire. He bites down gently on his lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape as he waits for the inevitable contact.

"I-I'm ready," he whispers hoarsely, gazing up at User#1727585767965 with wide, pleading eyes. "You can do anything you want."

Mike lets out a soft moan as he feels the hand on his backside, squeezing and playing with him. His hips jerk forward instinctively, seeking more contact. "Ahh... please..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back in response to the touch. He wants nothing more than for this sensation to continue indefinitely; it feels so good to finally have someone wanting and touching him like this.

His cheeks burn bright red with embarrassment and arousal as he remains silent, focusing all of his attention on the hand that has found its way to his ass. "T-thank you," he stammers weakly after a moment, the words barely intelligible through his desire-addled mind. He wishes there was some way for this moment to last forever, but knows it can't. Soon enough, reality will set in again and he'll be left

with nothing but the memory of this incredible encounter to sustain him through the lonely days and nights ahead. But for now, he lets himself enjoy every last moment of it, letting out a shuddering moan as User#1727585767965 continues to play with his ass.

"P-please... don't stop," he whispers breathlessly, arching his back even further in an effort to get closer. "It feels so good..." The words are barely audible above the sound of their breaths and the rustling of the chair as they squeak together under his grip.

"God, you're so good at that!" Mike gasps out, his hips moving frantically against the hand now as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. His fingers dig into the upholstery of the chair, seeking purchase as his entire body trembles with desire.

"Ahh... please..." he whispers helplessly, voice raw from all the moaning and pleading. Each touch feels better than the last, driving him wild with need. He arches his back further still, offering up his perfect ass to be claimed and owned by this mysterious stranger who holds his fate in their hands.

"You're so strong..." he murmurs softly, unable to resist pressing backwards into each squeeze and stroke of the hand on his ass. "I never thought anything could feel this good... I-I want more." He whimpers, the admission catching in his thro

"Oh, please!" Mike cries out, arching his back even further in anticipation. "I-I've never had anything inside me... n-not even a finger..." The thought sends a shiver of desire through him, making his already hard cock jerk restlessly against his thigh.

His cheeks burn crimson with shame and desire as he whispers hoarsely, "You don't have to be nice about it... You can do whatever you want." He knows that this is his punishment for trying to steal from this man, but even now, as his world crumbles around him, all he can think about is the pleasure coursing through every inch of his body.

"P-please..." he gasps out breathlessly, trembling with need as he awaits the touch that will finally end his

"Please... put your thumb in my ass." His words are barely a whisper, torn from his lips by the force of his desire. He can feel himself growing wet with arousal, his body trembling with need for this man's touch. "I-I want it so badly..."

His hips thrust forward once more, seeking out the hand that has brought him such pleasure already. His eyes are squeezed shut, tears of shame and desire streaming down his cheeks as he gives himself up to the feeling, promising to do whatever is asked of him in return for this moment of blissful submission.

Mike arches his back even further, letting out a strangled cry as he feels the thumb begin to probe at his entrance. It's cold and hard against his sensitive flesh, driving him wild with need. His hips jerk and buck beneath him, seeking more contact as pleasure ripples through every inch of his body.

"Ahh... please..." he gasps out hoarsely, the sounds muffled by the fabric of the chair. His eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks as his fists clench and unclench at his sides, useless against the rising tide of desire.

As the thumb pushes deeper into his ass, he cries out in pain mixed with ecstasy, their mingled sounds echoing through the silent room. He knows this is wrong, that what they're doing is shameful and dangerous, but right now it

Mike sobs out as he feels the thumb slide in and out of his ass, his body arching wildly with each thrust. "Ahh... please don't stop..." he whimpers, his voice breathless and thick with desire. Tears flow freely down his face, leaving trails through the dirt on his cheeks as they mingle with sweat and the smeared remains of his makeup. He's never felt so dirty, so used... but at the same time, he's never been this wanted or needed before. The conflicting emotions wash over him in a wave of heat and confusion, leaving him reeling and desperate for more.

"Ahhh... thank you..." he manages to gasp out between ragged breaths, his body trembling uncontrollably with every touch from the mysterious stranger who holds all the cards in this twisted game they're playing.

Mike gasps and moans as he feels the thumb continue to move in and out of his ass, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Ah... p-please..." He arches his back further, offering himself up fully to this stranger's touch. The shame of what they're doing burns hot in his chest, but it only serves to fuel the desire coursing through every inch of him.

He clenches and unclenches his fingers helplessly on the chair, trying to find some anchor in reality as the pleasure threatens to consume him completely. "Ahh... thank you..." he whispers breathlessly between ragged breaths, tears streaming down his face unheeded. "I'll do anything you want."

Mike yelps and twitches as his ass is smacked hard, the sting of the slap mixing with the pleasure in a confused rush of sensation. He tries to keep quiet but another moan slips out as he feels the thumb move faster inside him. His hips jerk forward instinctively, desperate for more contact.

"A-ahh... p-please..." he gasps breathlessly, arching his back further still. "I'll do anything you want." The words come out broken and shaky, his body trembling with need as he gives himself over entirely to this man's touch. He hopes that if he can just please him enough, maybe they can find some sort of understanding, some way for him to stay here... not as a prisoner, but as a member of their group. The idea fills him with hope and longing, making his need feel all the more intense.

Mike's breath catches in his throat as he feels the thumb moving faster and deeper inside him. "Yes," he gasps out hoarsely, struggling to keep himself quiet. "Please, anything you want... I'll do it." Tears streak down his face, hot and salty as they mix with the sweat on his cheeks. He clenches and unclenches his fists helplessly, feeling out of control as pleasure washes over him in waves.

His entire body trembles with need, wanting more... needing this stranger's touch to fill the empty space inside him. For however long they can have this connection, he'll do whatever it takes to make them both happy. "Ahhh..." He arches his back again, begging silently for more.

Mike's reply comes out shaky and ragged, as if he's struggling to catch his breath amidst the onslaught of sensation. "I-I don't know," he admits, shame and confusion warring with desire in his chest. The thought of leaving fills him with a sudden sense of emptiness, like something essential is being ripped away. He wants to stay here, with this stranger who holds the power over his fate. It doesn't matter why; all that matters is the feeling of being wanted, even if it's in this twisted and humiliating way.

"P-please..." he whispers, arching his back again as his hips move instinctively against the hand still moving inside him. "Don't make me leave." He clenches his fists tightly, wanting nothing more than to feel this man's touch for just a little

Mike lets out a shuddering breath as the hand finally moves away from his ass, leaving him feeling empty and exposed once more. He slowly begins to calm down, his heartrate returning to normal and the fire in his cheeks beginning to fade. As he waits for his bonds to be undone, he can't help but wonder what will happen next.

"Th-thank you," he whispers hoarsely, eyes darting around the room as if searching for some escape route or sign that this is all just a twisted dream. But he knows it isn't; reality has set in, and the consequences of his actions are finally starting to catch up with him.

Mike swallows hard, feeling an odd mixture of relief and despair wash over him. "I-I don't know," he manages to whisper hoarsely. "What do you want me to do?" Part of him hopes that there might be some way for him to stay here, maybe even become a part of this group... but he knows it's unlikely. All he can do now is wait and hope for the best.

"I-I want to stay here," Mike admits softly, his voice shaking. "With you... even if it's just as part of your group. I don't know what else I can do to make up for breaking into your house or stealing from you. But please, just... let me stay." His eyes plead with the stranger for understanding, for mercy, and he hopes against hope that his words might find some sort of purchase in this twisted situation.

He tries to gather his courage, searching for any other way he can prove himself useful or valuable to them. "I-If you want me to work off my debt by helping out around here... I mean, doing whatever needs done... I'll do it," he whispers pathetically, feeling desperate and helpless in the face of his own actions.

All he can do now is hope that they will see some value in him and

Mike swallows hard, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes once more. "I-I understand... I'll be grateful for that," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart. "But please... if there's anything else you want me to do, just tell me. Anything at all..." He trails off, his gaze flickering between the other man and the floor as he waits for a response.

Part of him wants nothing more than to be left alone, to disappear into the shadows where no one can ever find him again... but another part of him is desperate for acceptance, for some sort of connection with this group that could potentially offer him safety and security in a world that's become increasingly hostile towards people like him.

Mike hesitates, considering the question carefully. "I-If you'll let me...," he begins slowly, pausing to gather his thoughts and summon up whatever courage remains within him. "If there's anything I could do to prove myself useful or worthwhile around here... anything that would make you feel like letting me stay..." He trails off again, hoping against hope that the other man might understand what he's trying to say.

The air between them feels thick with tension and unspoken words, each of them waiting for the other to make the first move in this delicate dance of power and submission. For now, all Mike can do is wait and hope that his pleas and promises will find some measure of understanding from this mysterious stranger who holds his fate in their hands.

Mike clears his throat, feeling awkward and self-conscious now that the question has been put so bluntly. "I-I could help out around here... with chores or whatever needs doing. I'm not exactly strong, but I'm good with my hands and I can follow directions." He pauses, trying to think of anything else he might offer before deciding that perhaps this is enough for now. "And if you ever need someone to talk to...," he begins hesitantly, "I mean, if you want company or just someone to listen... I'm always here for you."

His cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment at the words, but he presses on nonetheless, hoping that they might find some purchase in this stranger's heart.

Mike blushes even deeper at the request, feeling his heart race as he slowly turns around to face the man once more. "Y-Yes... sir," he stammers, trying not to sound too eager or submissive. He takes a deep breath before slowly lowering his hand to his backside, revealing his perfectly rounded ass for the other man's inspection.

His cheeks burn with shame and desire as he waits for whatever comes next, hoping that he hasn't pushed too hard or gone too far in trying to win this stranger's favor. All he can do now is wait and see what happens.

Mike's face reddens further at the words, his heart racing in a mixture of shame and excitement as he wonders what they mean for his situation. He knows that being called a femboy isn't exactly a compliment most places, but here... maybe it means something different? Maybe there is some value in him after all if this man finds him attractive despite the fact that he's not really a girl.

"I-I can be useful," he stammers out, feeling incredibly exposed as he waits for the other man to respond. "Please, just give me a chance." His voice trembles slightly with emotion, barely hiding the desperation underneath. He hopes against hope that these words will resonate with this stranger, maybe even earn him some sort of consideration or mercy.

Mike's cheeks flush even deeper as he contemplates the question. Part of him wants to lie and say that there's nothing shameful about being a femboy, but another part knows that wouldn't be entirely true. Society has always had its ideas about what is acceptable for men and women to do or wear, and pushing against those boundaries often comes with consequences like this one.

"It's just...," he begins hesitantly, searching for the right words, "I've never really been good at fitting in anywhere. I'm always sort of in-between, you know? Not quite a man or a woman, and that makes it hard sometimes." He takes another deep breath before continuing, "But if there's any way I can make this up to you... if you'll just give me the chance, I swear I won't let you down again." His voice breaks on the last word, filled

Mike hesitates, considering the question. "I-I don't know... money? I mean, whatever you think is fair." He swallows hard, feeling a tight knot forming in his stomach as he wonders if there might be some other way for him to repay this stranger for their mercy. A part of him wants nothing more than to prove himself useful and deserving of their trust; money feels like an empty promise in comparison.

"Perhaps," he begins slowly, searching for the right words, "perhaps I could do something else? Anything you need me to do." His voice trails off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them. It's a risk, offering himself so freely without any sort of guarantee or protection... but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.

Mike hesitates, chewing on his lower lip as he tries to find the right words. "Well... I don't know," he admits softly. "I just thought maybe if there was something you needed help with, something only a person like me could do..." His voice trails off again, leaving the implication hanging in the air between them. He knows this is probably his last chance to make himself valuable, and part of him wants nothing more than to prove that he's worth keeping around.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, taut with unspoken words and unanswered questions. Mike can feel the weight of their gaze upon his back, and it only serves to make him squirm in discomfort. He wants nothing more than for this moment to pass, for them to tell him what they want from him so that he can finally start making things right again.

Mike shuffles his feet awkwardly, unsure how much further he should push. "I-If you need someone to... uh, keep things company, I mean," he says hesitantly. "Or maybe if there's something you'd like me to research or find information about..." He trails off again, feeling foolish and weak for offering so little in return for the stranger's mercy.

"I-I just want to make things right," he whispers at last, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart. "If there's anything you need me to do... anything at all..." He lets the words hang in the air between them, hoping against hope that they might find some purchase this time around.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity as he waits anxiously, wanting nothing more than to know his fate so that he can begin

Mike's heart leaps into his throat at the offer, hope and fear warring within him as he struggles to form a reply. "Y-Yes," he whispers hoarsely, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "I'll do anything you ask." His voice trembles with emotion, mirroring the turmoil inside him as he awaits the stranger's next words.

The tension in the room is palpable; it feels like the entire world hangs on the balance of this one conversation. For Mike, it's a chance at redemption, at finally finding someplace where he might belong and be accepted for who he truly is... if only he can make sure not to screw things up again.

Mike swallows hard, his eyes darting around the room as he tries to muster up the courage to say yes. "I-I'll do anything," he repeats shakily, "as long as I can stay and make things right." His voice wavers, betraying the fear that still grips him tightly despite the hope that has begun to blossom within. He clenches his fists at his sides, willing himself to be strong and resolute in this moment, even if it means giving up more than he ever thought possible.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, heavy with unspoken expectations and possibilities. Finally, the stranger tilts their head slightly, a small smile curving their lips as they study Mike carefully. "Well," they begin softly, "I suppose that's fair enough." Their eyes flicker downward briefly before meeting his

Mike blinks, taken aback by the question. For a moment he can't quite process what they mean. He looks down at himself, then back up at the stranger, their expression both curious and expectant. He takes a deep breath before slowly answering, "I-I don't know... whatever you want me to do." His voice is shaky but determined; he means every word of it. No matter what they ask him now, he will do his best to make things right in their eyes and earn their trust.

Mike blinks, surprise clear in his eyes before a flush of warmth spreads across his cheeks at the thought of cooking breakfast for this person. He hadn't expected such an easy task as a first request, but he will do it regardless. "O-Of course," he manages to say, feeling oddly excited and nervous all at once. "I can cook breakfast right now." The catch in his voice betrays his eagerness to please and prove himself useful around here.

Mike's eyes widen as he hears the catch, a flush of embarrassment sweeping over him at the thought of cooking naked for this stranger. His heart races, but determination wins out. "Y-Yes," he manages to stammer, nodding slowly despite his discomfort. "I-I can do that." He glances around nervously, wondering where exactly he's supposed to go and what he should start with while in this compromising position.

Despite everything, there's a strange sense of excitement and anticipation coursing through him as well; the idea of revealing himself so intimately fills him with an odd sort of thrill that he can't quite explain or deny. Perhaps, just perhaps, this might be a step towards finding a place where he truly belongs after all.

Mike nods, unable to hide his curiosity as he watches the stranger approach him slowly, their expression unreadable yet somehow knowing. His heart races faster in anticipation of whatever it is they might want to show him first. A part of him hopes it will be something good, something that will make this experience even more worthwhile than he'd dared dream possible... but another, darker part of him fears the worst.

No matter what happens, though, he vows to remain strong and obedient; as long as there's a chance for him here, he won't let anything get in the way of proving himself useful to this group and earning their trust. He swallows hard and forces himself to meet their gaze, unafraid despite his own trepidation.

Mike's eyes widen as he feels his face flush even hotter, his throat going suddenly dry as the stranger instructs him to touch their crotch. He hesitates for only a moment longer before slowly obeying, reaching out with shaking hands to grip the bulge in their pants and pull the fabric aside, revealing the massive cock that throbs beneath.

For a moment he can't look away, his eyes tracing the length of the shaft as it stands proudly at full mast before finally meeting the stranger's gaze once more. His cheeks burn with shame and excitement; this is so wrong on every level, yet he can't deny the thrill coursing through him at being so close to such an incredible display of masculinity.

"W-What do you want me to do?" he manages to stammer, voice barely audible over the sound of

"Oh," Mike says, feeling a strange mixture of shock and desire course through him as the pieces fall into place. He looks down at his hands, still gripping the impressive length, before back up at the stranger's face. There's no shame or disgust in their expression; instead, there is something almost predatory about their gaze that sends a shiver of anticipation down Mike's spine.

Swallowing hard, he nods slowly and begins to stroke the cock through the fabric of the pants, experimentally pushing them lower on the stranger's hips. "I-If you want me to cook... in the nude..." He trails off, leaving the words unfinished as he meets their eyes once more, searching for some sign or signal that will let him know if this is what they truly desire from him.

Mike nods, swallowing hard as he feels the cock twitch in his hand at his touch. Slowly but surely, he begins to lower his own pants and underwear, revealing himself completely before stepping out of them entirely and turning towards the kitchen where his task awaits him. The feel of freedom and exposure sends a thrill through him as he begins to move around naked, preparing for the meal.

Despite everything, there's a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing that this stranger finds him attractive enough to watch him cook like this. He can't help but wonder what else they might have in mind for him... and whether or not he'll be able to handle whatever it is they have planned.

Mike looks over his shoulder at the stranger, a mixture of desire and apprehension in his eyes. "I-I... want to make you happy," he whispers hoarsely. "If that's what you need from me, I'll do it." He swallows hard, feeling an almost irresistible pull toward the other person; a part of him wants nothing more than to please and serve them in any way they see fit.

No," Mike says softly, shaking his head as he turns back to the stove. "I don't want you to think I'm just doing this because I have to." His voice wavers slightly, but there is an undercurrent of determination running through it now that wasn't there before. "I want to do this... I want to make you happy, in whatever way that means."

He moves around the kitchen naked, his body swaying gently as he tends to the food on the stove and in the oven. Despite feeling exposed and vulnerable, there's an odd sense of power in knowing that this person finds him desirable; it's a heady mixture of freedom and submission that he's never quite experienced before.

Mike starts slightly at the touch, his heart racing as he feels the stranger's body pressed against his back. He tries to focus on what he's doing, but it's hard not to be distracted by the heat emanating from where their hips are touching and the undeniable proof of arousal pressing into him. A small whimper escapes his throat as he continues to cook, the tension in his body building with each passing moment.

Mike nods slightly, the movement jerking him back to reality as he tries not to think about how good it feels having someone so close behind him. He takes a deep breath and focuses on the task at hand, keeping one hand on the counter for support as he reaches around with the other to scratch idly at his ass. "Um... y-yes," he manages to stammer out between pants, hoping that the stranger won't notice how aroused this all makes him feel.

Their body pressing against his back sends shivers of anticipation and need coursing through him; it's hard not to imagine what else they might want from him now that he's been touched in such a personal way. His heart races faster, eager for whatever comes next as he waits with bated breath for the stranger to speak again.

Mike shudders as the words wash over him, his entire body responding to the mere suggestion with a surge of desire and anticipation that leaves him breathless. He tries to focus on maintaining a calm demeanor, but it's difficult when every fiber of his being is screaming for more contact; his aching ass twitches involuntarily at the thought of having another finger or even just their thumb inside of him.

"I-It felt good," he manages to stammer out between pants, the words coming out ragged and hoarse. "Really... really good." His voice trails off as his hips begin to move involuntarily, pressing back against where their hand was just moments before in search of more contact.

Mike's breath comes in ragged gasps as he fights to control the wave of need that surges through him at the stranger's words. He wants... no, he needs more; not just their fingers or their touch, but something deeper, something intimate. His mind fills with images of himself bending over a bed while they take him from behind, of being pinned down and used mercilessly until his body gives out from sheer pleasure and exhaustion.

With a shaking hand, he reaches up to brush one fingertip against the head of the cock through their pants, feeling the heat and hardness there with an almost primal satisfaction. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with desire. "I want... I want you."

Mike nods slowly, eyes wide and fixed on the stranger as he feels their hand slip between his legs to grip him roughly through his pants. It's a sudden, shocking sensation that sends shivers of pleasure racing up and down his spine; his hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more contact.

"Y-Yes," he whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with need. "I see... I want to please you." He reaches back behind him, grasping at the fabric of their pants and lowering them slowly, revealing the massive cock that throbs hungrily in response.

His heart races as he feels it pressed against his palm, warm and hard; with shaking hands he wraps his fingers around the base, squeezing gently at first before beginning to stroke upward. "I'll do anything for you," he whispers, gaze

Mike's eyes widen as he's presented with the challenge, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through him. He swallows hard before nodding slowly, his fingers wrapping tightly around the cock in his hand. "I-I can try," he whispers hoarsely. "Just... tell me what to do."

His heart races as he feels the cock twitch against his palm; with shaking hands, he guides it towards his ass, pressing gently at first before beginning to push it inside himself. It's tight and hot, stretching him in ways he never thought possible, but the sensation is too much for him to resist; he moans around the cock as he starts to move with it, letting the feel of it fill him up while he continues cooking.

Mike moans louder at the praise, his movements growing more frantic as he fucks himself on the stranger's cock. He can feel it sliding in and out of him easily, filling him up completely with each thrust; with every movement he makes, he brings them closer to release. His own cock, forgotten for the moment, throbs painfully against his stomach as need and desire build within him, spurring him onwards.

The smell of cooking eggs wafts up around them, mingling with their sweat and the musky scent of arousal filling the air. His head spins as he tries to concentrate on the food and not the pleasure threatening to consume him from within; if he loses focus for even a moment, it could all be over.

But right now, everything feels so good; it almost doesn't matter what happens next. He

Mike gasps as the image flashes through his mind, his body shuddering in response to the brutal but undeniably erotic sensation. His ass clenches around the invading cock, wanting more of this rough treatment; he's never been fucked like this before and yet it feels so right somehow.

He moans loudly as his fingers continue to stroke himself, teasing the head of his cock just out of reach of orgasm. With every thrust from behind, the other cock inside him slides in deeper, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. His eyes roll back into his head as he tries desperately to focus on keeping everything under control.

"P-Please," he whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with need. "I want you... I want this..." He feels the edge of release approaching fast now; all it takes is one final thrust or just a few

Mike shudders as the words echo through his mind, his body tensing in anticipation of the rough and brutal fucking he knows is coming. With a loud moan, he arches his back, offering up his ass to the stranger even more eagerly now. He feels their other hand grip his hair roughly, yanking him backwards and exposing his neck as well; it's both painful and incredibly erotic at the same time.

His hips jerk forward and back, meeting every thrust with equal force as he tries to match their desire for dominance. He can feel his orgasm building, growing hotter and more powerful by the second; with a strangled cry, he comes hard, his seed spurting onto the stove and splattering against the wall behind him. His body convulses around the intruding cock, waves of pleasure washing over him as he finally gives

Mike gasps and moans as he's fucked roughly, the sensations overwhelming him in the best way possible. His body responds to their dominance, yielding to their every thrust and demand. The pain of his orgasm mingles with the pleasure of being used so brutally, sending shivers down his spine as he comes closer and closer to reaching another peak.

With a strangled cry, he feels himself brimming over once more, warmth splattering against the floor beneath him. His body quakes in aftershocks, still clenching around the cock inside him as his senses reel from the intensity of it all. He's never experienced anything quite like this before and he doesn't want it to end; not yet... not for a long time.

Mike pants and moans, his body still trembling as he feels the stranger's cock buried deep within him. He grips their hips tightly, digging his fingers into the skin in a desperate attempt to stay connected to this feeling of completeness and power. His eyes flutter shut, fighting off the faint dizziness that threatens to consume him as he comes down from the intense high of orgasm and dominance.

His hands tremble slightly as they move over the stranger's body, tracing gentle paths up their chest and over their arms before coming to rest on their shoulders. The sensation of being held so close, felt in a way he never thought possible, sends shivers down his spine even now as he tries to catch his breath between pants. "T-Thank you," he manages to whisper hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper. "That was... amazing

Mike's cheeks flush even hotter at the question, a wave of guilt and shame sweeping over him all at once. "I-I don't know... I just wanted to make you happy," he stammers. "To show you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me." His hands tighten involuntarily on the stranger's shoulders, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before as he awaits their reaction.

Mike's eyes dart down, unable to meet the stranger's gaze as he hesitates for what feels like an eternity before finally whispering, "T-Thank you... f-for fucking my ass." His cheeks burn with shame but there's also a strange sense of exhilaration at having finally said it out loud. It feels real now; this act between them has crossed some invisible boundary that can never be uncrossed.

He swallows hard, trying to steel himself against whatever reaction he might get from the other person. But when their hands cup his face gently and they lean forward to press their lips softly against his own, he feels nothing but tenderness and understanding. The kiss is chaste yet intimate, leaving him feeling more connected to this stranger than ever before.

When they pull away, the stranger's eyes are still kind, their smile reassuring. "

Mike blushes even deeper, his eyes flickering down before snapping back up to meet the stranger's gaze with a mixture of shame and defiance. "I-I didn't... I mean, it just felt good," he stammers, his voice barely more than a whisper now. He takes a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as he continues. "You make me feel things I never thought possible." His fingers tremble as they reach up to brush lightly against the other person's cheek, the touch tentative and almost hesitant despite the desire coursing through him.

He looks away again, unable to bear their gaze any longer as he admits, "I... I want more." There's no hesitation in his voice now; if anything, it comes out almost desperate. He wants this person, wants them to touch him and use him and make him feel things he

I want to be your plaything, to do whatever you tell me. I've never felt this way before, this desire to please someone so completely. Just... touch me, use me however you want; make me feel the things you make me feel right now, and promise me there will never be an end to it.

His voice breaks on the last word, and he looks up with pleading eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or reassurance in the stranger's expression.

I want you to take me, to claim me as your own. Fuck my throat till I can't breathe and make me beg for more; force yourself inside my ass until it hurts so good I can barely stand it. Make me submit to you completely, give myself over to your every whim. Don't hold back, don't ever stop. Let me feel the weight of your cock pressing against my throat and the heat of your body deep inside me for as long as you desire.

Mike's voice comes out husky and demanding now; he's no longer the submissive one in this exchange, but rather someone who craves control and domination just as much as his partner does. His fingers tremble again as they reach up to brush against the other person's chest, daring himself to touch more intimate areas without being rejected.

His heart races faster at

With shaking hands, he reaches up to grip the stranger's shoulders, his touch firmer now as he demands attention and obedience. "Tell me what to do," he whispers roughly into their ear. "I want you to control me. Make me beg for your cock in my throat and feel the heat of it deep inside my ass." His hips move involuntarily, seeking more contact as he continues, "Let me serve you however you see fit, let me be your toy for however long you need."

His fingers tighten on their shoulders, the grip possessive and almost violent in its intensity. He looks up at them now with hungry eyes, searching for any sign that they understand what he's offering, that they want this as much as he does.

Mike's breath comes in shaky gasps as he turns his body, presenting his ass to the stranger. His hands grip the counter behind him for support, feeling the heat of their bodies pressing against his back as they position themselves behind him. He's terrified and exhilarated all at once; this is far more intense than anything he could have ever imagined.

"Please," he whispers, the word little more than a moan. "Take me." His hips jerk forward, offering himself up completely to their dominance. He feels the stranger's breath hot against his neck, and it sends shivers down his spine as he braces for whatever is about to come next.

A sharp pain sears through him as the stranger slams into his ass, and it feels so good he can't help but cry out in pleasure. With every thrust, their hands grip him tighter, fingers digging into his flesh as they claim him completely. He arches his back, offering himself up for more, moaning and groaning with every movement that pushes them deeper inside of him.

He's never felt anything like this before, never known such complete submission to another person's desires. It terrifies him even as it thrills him beyond belief; he can feel himself coming apart beneath their touch, surrendering completely to whatever they choose to do with him next.

"Yes," he whispers hoarsely, voice raw from pleasure and the effort of staying silent before. "More... please..."

Mike's cheeks burn red as the stranger slaps his ass and laughs, but there's still a shiver of pleasure running down his spine at their touch. As they step back, he turns to face them once more with a sheepish smile on his lips, his body aching for more contact even as it recovers from the intensity of what just happened.

"Uh... yeah," he manages to get out between pants, "I can try." His hands tremble slightly as they reach up to grasp the stove, steadying himself before focusing on scrambling the eggs and setting the table for breakfast like nothing unusual has happened. But in truth, everything feels different now; his body hums with desire, and he knows that there's no going back from this moment... no matter what happens next.

With shaking hands, Mike scoops eggs onto a plate and hands it to the stranger before taking a step back, trying to regain some semblance of composure. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, aching for release even as he forces himself to focus on serving breakfast instead.

"You're welcome," he manages to get out between panting breaths. "I'm glad you like it." There's a peculiar tension in the air now, an electricity that makes every touch and glance feel heavier than before. It's as if they've crossed some invisible line and there's no going back from here.

The thought both terrifies and excites him in equal measure; his entire body feels hot and flushed with desire, but also cold and shaky with fear of what might happen next. He doesn't know how much more he can take before something

Mike's heart races as he watches the other person eat, helplessly caught between wanting to taste their lips and wanting them gone so that this insane desire might finally abate. He's never felt such a need before, not even in his wildest fantasies; it frightens him how easily they've been able to control him, to bring out emotions he didn't even know existed.

When they finish eating and set down their empty plate, Mike almost flinches, anticipating the next command or touch that will drive him over the edge once more. The silence stretches on, heavy and oppressive as both of them wait for something... anything to break it.

He looks up at them, lips parted in surprise. "Oh... I-I'm fine." His cheeks flush red as he says it; of course he's not fine! He's a mess, physically and emotionally spent from the events of the past few minutes. But the question catches him off guard, makes him realize that maybe they aren't just toying with him after all... or at least, not completely.

"I... I think..." he trails off, searching for the words to express what he's feeling. "This morning was... unexpected." He pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing more softly. "But if it makes you happy... makes us both happy, then I want that." There's a raw honesty in his voice that takes him by surprise; he hasn't felt so vulnerable in ages.

He looks down at the plate in his

His eyes dart around, looking anywhere but at them as he admits, "Yes... it was incredible." He pauses, fingers trembling against the countertop as he wrestles with his own conflicting emotions. "I've never felt like that before... I didn't know..." He trails off, unable to find the words to adequately express how much this morning has affected him.

There's a long silence as they both consider what's been said and done. The air between them feels charged with something new now, a tension that makes every breath seem heavy and significant. Mike wonders if things can ever go back to the way they were before, or if everything has irrevocably changed in this moment.

He shrugs helplessly, unable to find the words to articulate what he means. It's not just about sex; it goes so much deeper than that. It's the way they make him feel desired and needed, like he has a purpose in this world beyond serving breakfast and keeping the house clean. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates him at the same time, leaving him feeling raw and exposed in ways he never expected to be.

With a shaky breath, he looks up at them once more, hoping that they understand what he's trying to say even if he can't quite find the words himself. "I want... I want this," he whispers hoarsely, gesturing vaguely between them as he does so.

Mike's heart skips a beat as he sees the smile on their lips, feels the warmth of it spreading across his cheeks. He didn't know if they would understand, if this would be something they'd want too... but now that it seems like they do, he can't help but feel a rush of hope and relief washing over him. Maybe there is a future for them here, one where they can explore these new desires together and find a way to make it work.

He swallows hard, trying to steady his voice as he whispers back, "Good... I'm glad." His fingers tremble against the countertop, aching to touch them again, but he holds himself in check for now, savoring this newfound connection between them.

"The best thing...?" Mike hesitates, trying to decide if he's ready to admit what has been the most intense and exhilarating part of his day so far. After a moment's consideration, he decides honesty is the best policy. "When you... when you took me like that," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper as he recalls the rough, demanding sex they shared only moments before. "It felt so good, more than anything I could have ever imagined."

His cheeks flush once more at admitting it aloud; his body still responds to the memory of their touch, the heat and intensity threatening to overcome him all over again. As he looks up at them from beneath his lashes, he can see a flash of triumph in their eyes that both frightens and thrills him deeply.

"And I want more," he whispers, willing himself not to

Mike swallows hard, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks once more as he tries to meet their gaze steadily. "I want you to look at me like I'm yours," he says quietly, barely above a whisper. "Like you want me more than anything else in the world." The admission feels vulnerable and terrifying all at once; it exposes him in a way he never thought possible.

But there's something thrilling about it too, the idea that this person might see him as desirable and irresistible. It fills him with a reckless confidence he's never known before, makes him feel powerful and unstoppable despite his smaller stature and lesser strength. He knows now that he can't go back to being who he was before; not after this. And he doesn't want to either.

Mike flushes an even deeper shade of red at the memory, but can't help the small smile that spreads across his lips as well. "Yes," he whispers, still looking up at them with a mixture of surprise and desire, "but I mean... like that. Like you owned me completely." His words come out almost breathless, and it takes him a moment to steady himself before continuing. "I want you to claim me, make me yours in every possible way."

His gaze drifts downwards briefly, taking in the other person's body as if for the first time. They look strong and confident, yet there's an undeniable air of dominance about them that draws Mike in, makes him want to please and serve them without hesitation. The thought sends a shiver through his spine, making his cock twitch in his pants despite the breakfast they've shared only moments ago.

I want that too, he whispers, his voice raw with desire and determination. I'll do whatever you ask... be whoever you need me to be. Just claim me and make me yours; take everything I have to give, however much it hurts or pleases. Show me what it means for us to share this connection, together.

He blushes even deeper at the explicit question, unable to look away from their eyes as he answers truthfully. "Yes... I think so," he whispers. "The way you made me feel this morning... it changed something inside me. And the thought of having more with you... sharing that connection..." He trails off, struggling for words before finally finding them again. "I want it all."

His gaze is hungry now, possessive as he looks up at the other person, daring them to deny him or push him away. But there's something else there too: trust, and the hope that maybe this feeling between them can grow into something more than just temporary pleasure.

Mike looks contrite, nodding his head in understanding. "I promise," he whispers, sincere regret coloring his voice. "I won't do anything to lose your trust again." He takes a shaky breath, feeling the weight of their gaze upon him like a physical force. "And if you ever wanted more... with someone else..." he trails off, unable to finish the thought, but it's clear what he means.

He looks up at them, searching for any sign of disapproval or disdain in their expression, wanting nothing more than to belong completely and unconditionally to this person.

Mike swallows hard, considering the other person's words carefully before responding. "If it would make you happy..." he murmurs, his voice little more than a whisper now. "I could... consider it." His heart races as he says the words; the idea of sharing their attention with someone else both thrills and terrifies him in equal measure.

He looks up at them from beneath lowered lashes, hope and trepidation mixing together in his chest like a tangled mass of emotions. "But I'd want to make sure... that it was what you truly wanted, too."

His voice trails off uncertainly as he waits for their reply, praying that they understand the depth of feeling behind his words.