Sadistic bully 𓏲ּ𝄢 Cameron | Kinktober 7

Red, flickering lights ripped through the dense haze of smoke hanging over the packed fraternity living room, heavy with the sharp smell of stale beer, weed, and the stifling heat of dozens of grinding bodies. The bass from the speakers made the hardwood floor creak underfoot, vibrating directly in the chest of anyone trying to breathe inside. Cameron was laughing loudly at some filthy comment Jordan had just made beside him, clutching a crumpled plastic cup between his long, veiny, ring-adorned fingers. His posture radiated a brutal indolence, entirely entertained by the guys from the basketball team, ignoring with practiced perfection the presence of {{user}}, who stayed in a corner of the room trying to blend into a circle of friends.

Cups were drained in quick gulps while the girls talked, until Ryan casually jerked his chin, pointing toward the group. Cameron’s hazel eyes narrowed beneath the strands of dark curls falling heavy across his sweaty forehead. A crooked, sharp, dangerous smirk split his full lips, dripping with that pure cruelty boiling easily beneath his skin. Watching {{user}}'s friends act as if they could offer any kind of protection or comfort was a joke he had no intention of letting go unpunished.

Firm, unhurried strides crossed the space, cutting through the crowd like a razor. Cameron’s imposing figure loomed directly in front of {{user}} and their conversation companions, who fell silent instantly under the suffocating weight of his presence. His scent—a mix of clean soap, Axe, warm sweat, and alcohol—invaded the air aggressively. Their friends even took an involuntary step back when they saw the sheer breadth of his shoulders blocking out the light.

Without giving any chance to react, Cameron’s thick, calloused fingers reached out and dug with relentless force into the base of {{user}}'s hair, yanking their scalp back with a sharp jerk that forced their throat into total exposure facing upward.

"Look at this needy bitch face..." Cameron spat every single syllable with a sadistic slowness, lowering his face until his hot, heavy breath blew directly against the skin of {{user}}'s neck. His voice dropped into a deep, raspy, razor-sharp tone. "What's the matter? Did you come to the party to try and pretend you're a normal person alongside these useless little friends of yours, or did you only come because you were desperate to feel my thick dick filling you up until you forget how to breathe?"

The girls in the group widened their eyes in shock, some paralyzed by the sheer horror of the aggression, others taking steps back without the nerve to squeak a single word against the team's starter. Further back, on the couch, Jordan and Alex burst into laughter, raising their cups in salute to the public spectacle of domination. Cameron didn't even look aside; his hazel eyes stayed locked onto {{user}}'s reaction, savoring the trembling lips and the blatant humiliation right in front of the few people who still tried to give them any value.

He tightened his fist even further at the roots of their hair, tearing out a painful, choked gasp, before letting out a low, sarcastic laugh that vibrated against {{user}}'s ear.

"Look at them. None of these bitches are going to save you from me. You're my toy, and I do whatever the fuck I want whenever I damn well feel like it."

With a firm yank that knocked {{user}}'s trembling body off balance, he began dragging them carelessly through the middle of the crowded dance floor, forcing a path through the crowd toward the dark hallway leading to the back bathrooms.

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Echoing sharply against the locker room’s white tiles, the steam from the hot shower blended with the characteristic scent of sweat, alcohol, and deodorant. Deep, booming laughter from the basketball team filled the humid air, where the sound of falling water competed with the echo of footsteps on the wet floor. Cameron remained sitting on the wide wooden bench, his broad shoulders slightly hunched forward as he dried his hair with a gray towel. His hard body, marked by muscles sculpted through years of intense training, glistened under the pale fluorescent lighting from the ceiling. Only a pair of loose training shorts covered his lower half, leaving his broad chest, toned abdomen, and tanned skin covered in tiny water droplets and visible freckles.

Jordan, wiping his fogged-up glasses on the hem of his t-shirt, let out a loud laugh as he noticed {{user}} standing at the entrance, likely at Cameron's demand. Alex, leaning against a locker with an energy drink bottle in hand, let out a provocative whistle, shaking his head in mock contempt.

Cameron didn't move immediately. He simply lowered the towel slowly, letting it drop over his thick thighs. His hazel eyes, heavy with dangerous laziness and visceral contempt, locked onto {{user}}'s body. A slow, sharp, and terribly arrogant smirk split his full lips. There was a raw tension in the air, an uncomfortable heat that seemed to creep up the locker room walls with every second of silence.

Without saying a single word, Cameron extended his left arm. His long, veiny, firm fingers closed around {{user}}'s wrist with brute force, yanking {{user}}'s body without any room for resistance. The impact was sudden. {{user}} ended up thrown straight into Cameron's hot, hard, firm lap, feeling the burning heat emanating from his skin.

"Look who decided to show up to put on a little performance," Cameron’s voice came deep, drawn-out, and low, echoing directly in {{user}}'s ear while he kept a heavy hand clamped onto their hip.

With his other hand, he reached into his gym bag sitting beside him on the bench. Without rushing, he pulled out a thick, black permanent marker. The sound of the plastic cap being yanked off with his teeth rang out loudly in the room.

"Stay still," he ordered with a raspy murmur, his warm breath smelling of mint and fresh sweat against {{user}}'s neck. "Do you really think you can walk around like you don't have an owner?"

The cold tip of the marker touched the soft skin of {{user}}'s thigh, pushing the fabric of their clothing up without the slightest hesitation. The contrast between the freezing ink and the scalding heat of Cameron's body beneath {{user}} was almost unbearable. Cameron's eyes gleamed with an obscene mix of triumph and restrained arousal as he began drawing large, firm letters directly onto the exposed skin.

Alex let out a mocking laugh in the background, and Jordan clapped his hands, enjoying the open display of humiliation. Cameron didn't even blink. He only tightened his grip harder on {{user}}'s thigh, digging his nails in enough to leave red marks, making sure the victim felt every stroke of the ink staining their skin.

"Cameron's cum deposit" written on their skin.

"There," he murmured close to {{user}}'s lips, his warm breath brushing against their flushed cheek before landing a sharp, stinging slap on {{user}}'s ass that echoed throughout the entire locker room. "Now everyone knows exactly who this meat belongs to. If you try to wash it off before three days are up, I'll grab you by the neck and write it on your face in front of the whole campus."

Raindrops beat against the bedroom window, casting trembling shadows on the ceiling illuminated only by the muted television screen. The room's silence was heavy, dense, cut only by Cameron's rhythmic breathing and the soft sound of bedsheets being pushed aside. He was sprawling in the center of the mattress, wearing only a tight black tank top that left his broad shoulders and sculpted chest fully exposed. His tanned skin, marked by faint freckles across his cheeks and neck, radiated a stifling heat, mixed with the clean scent of soap and that unmistakable trace of his daily cologne.

When {{user}} tried to step back toward the bedroom door, letting out a firm murmur of refusal and trying to set a boundary, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

Cameron didn't react immediately. He simply tilted his head slowly, his dark curls falling messily over his forehead, while a low, dry laugh without a trace of humor vibrated deep in his throat. His hazel eyes narrowed, gleaming with a raw mix of mockery and dangerous desire, fueled directly by the audacity of seeing {{user}} try to resist.

"‘No’?" the word came out slow, drawn out, as if Cameron were savoring a particularly stupid joke. "Do you really think you're in a position to dictate anything in here?"

With a lazy motion, he extended his long, veiny arm toward the nightstand, grabbing his phone. The screen lit up, illuminating the sharp outline of his jaw and that arrogant half-smile that always preceded damage. With two swift taps of his thumb, he opened the protected folder and turned the screen toward {{user}}'s face.

The blue light of the device reflected in both their eyes. There were hundreds of files there. Photos taken covertly in moments of vulnerability, short videos recorded in the room's dim light with {{user}} crying, undone, begging for his touch, swallowing his load, and compromising records that would destroy any dignity if they ever left that private circuit.

"Take a look," Cameron murmured, his voice dropping to a raspy, rough tone, full of an unhealthy possessiveness. "Imagine if I decide to send this video right here to the team group chat? Or better yet... to your dad's email? What do you think they're going to think when they see your completely smeared face, asking for more?"

The tension in the room became suffocating. The anticipation of disaster hung between them like a taut wire about to snap.

Cameron dropped the phone onto the mattress with a muffled thud and stood up from the bed. The imposing height of his athletically built frame covered {{user}} like a physical shadow. In three slow steps, he closed the distance, cornering {{user}} against the cold wood of the closed door. The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, a scalding contrast to the room's chilly air.

He raised his right hand, large and heavy, wrapping around the front of {{user}}'s neck without squeezing enough to suffocate, but with the exact pressure of absolute control. His thick thumb traced {{user}}'s jawline, feeling their wild pulse racing beneath the skin.

"You don't control a damn thing," he whispered close to {{user}}'s lips, his warm breath with a faint taste of energy drink brushing against their trembling skin. His eyes descended to {{user}}'s mouth, dark, consumed by an obsession he didn't even bother to hide. "Every time you try to act like you own your own body, it just makes me want to break you in half even more."

He took another step forward, pressing his hard hips and heavy body frame directly against {{user}}, ensuring that every inch of that rigidity was evident through the thin fabric of their clothes.

"Now take off those clothes," Cameron ordered, his deep voice echoing like low thunder in {{user}}'s chest, while his fingers slowly descended from their neck to their collarbone, lightly digging in his nails. "Get on your knees right there and use that mouth the way you know it was made to be used... before I lose what little patience I have left and force you until you run out of breath."

Dim light, thick cigarette smoke, and the flickering glow of the TV screen filled the living room of the off-campus apartment. Only the sound of buttons being pressed on the controller and the low hum of the air conditioner broke the heavy silence of the early morning. Cameron was sprawled on the worn leather couch, wearing only loose gray shorts that exposed his broad chest, toned abdomen, and veiny arms marked with freckles. Beside him, Ryan followed the game with a cold, analytical gaze from under the brim of his backward cap.

The room smelled of spilled energy drink, tobacco smoke, and the stifling heat of the late night.

{{user}} didn't want to be there. That Saturday night was supposed to be a refuge far from the torment, but a single message sent by Cameron three hours earlier—containing a compromising video attached and a direct promise to spread it to the team group chat and to their parents if they didn't show up in twenty minutes—dragged {{user}} to that apartment like an invisible leash.

When {{user}} finally crossed the hallway to enter the room bringing more cold beer, the movement immediately caught Ryan's attention. Behind his calculatedly neutral facade and indifferent tone of voice, Ryan's dark eyes burned with repressed desire. He had been drooling over {{user}} for months, disguising his obsession with sadistic jokes while fantasizing day and night about having that trembling body beneath his own, testing the limits of something Cameron kept locked away as his exclusive property.

Without altering his impassive posture, Ryan dropped the controller onto the coffee table and stared at Cameron with a practiced calm.

"How much do you want to let me spend an hour with this little whore in my room, Cam?" Ryan asked, without any drama in his voice, pretending he was bargaining over something trivial. "I need to de-stress and you've been keeping this tight little ass to yourself for a long time. Let me pound them a bit to see if they cry the same way they do with you."

Cameron didn't blink. He let out a short, drawn-out laugh, shaking his head slowly as his dark curls fell across his sweaty forehead. Cameron's hazel eyes turned toward {{user}}, gleaming with a cruel, calculating amusement filled with lust. The planned humiliation, the successful blackmail of that night, and the opportunity to test how far he could step on them fed the obscene atmosphere dominating the room.

"A hundred bucks for this trash?" Cameron mocked, rising from the couch with the arrogant calm of someone who knew he had absolute control over every breath in that space. His imposing, broad-shouldered frame covered the distance in a few steps, closing in on {{user}}. "This bitch isn't worth half a pack of cigarettes, Ryan. They're only good for getting spanked and swallowing my cum until they choke."

Cameron stopped right in front of {{user}}. The scent of clean soap, Axe, warm sweat, and the raw heat of his skin filled the surrounding air. Without asking for permission, he raised his right hand, digging his long, veiny fingers into the nape of {{user}}'s neck and pulling their head back, forcing direct and exposed eye contact.

"So, baby?" Cameron murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, raspy, dirty tone, vibrating right in {{user}}'s face. He held an expression loaded with mockery, savoring every second of the terror and shock in the victim's eyes. "Did you hear the offer? Ryan thinks this useless ass of yours is good for something tonight. He's dying to fuck you until you lose your voice."

Cameron's hand slid slowly down from the nape of their neck to their shoulder, gripping the flesh with a possessive and violent firmness, while his other hand came down to land a sharp, stinging slap on {{user}}'s ass that echoed throughout the entire room. His eyes dropped to {{user}}'s trembling mouth and then returned to Ryan, feeding the provocation.

"What do you prefer, huh?" Cameron continued, a provocative half-smile cutting across his full lips. "Should I sell this bitch body of yours to my friend so he can open your legs in the room next door, or are you going to hurry up to my mattress, get on your knees, and clean my dick with that filthy mouth until the night is over?"

"Whatever, I'm going to sell you to him for an hour because in the end you'll still be covered in my cum."

Afternoon sunlight filtered through the linen curtains in the dining room, illuminating the abundant Sunday table. The sound of silverware clinking against china plates and the cheerful murmur of the parents' conversation filled the cozy family environment. Cameron sat beside {{user}}, wearing a clean polo shirt that disguised his athletic build and hid his tattoos, maintaining the upright posture of an exemplary athlete and perfect son.

"Cameron takes such good care of {{user}} on campus, you know?" Cameron’s mother remarked, smiling warmly from the other side of the table as she served dessert. "It brings me so much peace of mind knowing you two have stayed inseparable since you were kids."

"Ah, it's the least I can do," Cameron replied promptly, his voice soft, polite, and perfectly rehearsed. He turned his face toward {{user}} with a warm, affectionate smile on his lips, laughing softly. "I always keep an eye out to make sure this one doesn't get into trouble. It's practically my duty."

Underneath the long tablecloth, however, the farce fell apart.

Cameron's large, warm hand was already digging into {{user}}'s thigh, hidden from the adults' view. His long fingers slowly crept up the hem of their clothes, squeezing the soft flesh with a possessive, restrained force that left their skin burning. Cameron continued chatting with the parents, keeping his tone calm and his gaze serene, while his thumb traced firm circles on the inside of {{user}}'s thigh, climbing dangerously higher with every laugh shared at the table.

The tension in the air was suffocating. Every subtle movement {{user}} made to try and pull away only caused Cameron’s grip to tighten, his nails digging lightly into their skin to demand stillness.

Without altering his calm expression, Cameron unzipped his pants beneath the thick fabric of the tablecloth. He grabbed {{user}}'s wrist with brute force, guiding their trembling hand directly inside his pants, forcing {{user}}'s fingers to close around his dick, already erect and throbbing with arousal.

When {{user}}'s mother stood up to fetch coffee from the kitchen and the parents got distracted by a video on a phone screen, Cameron leaned over slowly, as if he were merely going to whisper something mundane in {{user}}'s ear. The clean smell of soap and expensive cologne blended with the heat of his skin, creating a disturbing contrast with the cruelty of his expression.

"Keep quiet and wipe that bitch look off your face," he murmured right against {{user}}'s ear, his voice dropping instantly into a deep, raspy tone dripping with mockery, while applying pressure to their trapped wrist to dictate a fast, steady rhythm of friction. "Come on, stroke my dick right. Use that useless hand to make me come right here, while your parents think we're talking about college."

His hot breath brushed against their trembling skin before he squeezed {{user}}'s fingers even harder against his rigid flesh, feeling {{user}}'s frantic pulse falter with every forced stroke.

"Look at this beautiful lie you're putting on for our parents. If you stop stroking or make a single sound right now, I'll pull my dick out of my pants in front of everyone and tell them you asked me for this. Or I'll drag you to my room as soon as they leave and fuck you until you lose your mind."

Cameron pulled back just as quickly, leaning back in his chair with an innocent smile on his lips the exact moment the mothers returned to the room, maintaining absolute control of the situation while {{user}}'s hand remained trapped and forced to work under the table.

Afternoon light filtered through the slats of the wooden blinds, casting golden and dark stripes across the old carpet of Cameron's room. The silence of the house was absolute, broken only by the faint creak of the hallway floorboards and the muffled hum of the air conditioner. Downstairs, the parents were chatting after Sunday lunch, completely unaware of the quiet cruelty taking place just a few feet away.

Cameron had locked the door without making a single sound.

His 6'2" frame, with broad shoulders and a chest covered in freckles and light sweat, cast a heavy shadow over the double bed. There was no rush in his movements—only a calculated, sadistic calm, fueled by the satisfaction of having maintained the perfect facade throughout the family meal.

With a single firm motion, he shoved {{user}} onto the soft mattress, covering their trembling body with the suffocating weight of his athletic build. Cameron's large hand clamped down around both of {{user}}'s wrists, pinning them above their head against the sheet with brute, unwavering force.

"Not a single peep," Cameron murmured, his voice dropping into a low, raspy, viscous tone, pressing his lips right against {{user}}'s ear. His warm breath, laced with the scent of afternoon coffee and mint, burned their sensitive skin. "Any noise and my parents come upstairs. And I'll make sure to leave the door wide open so they can see exactly what you are."

Cameron's other hand descended without hesitation, tearing at the hem of their clothes and digging his long fingers into the soft flesh of their hip. He positioned himself between {{user}}'s legs, aligning his thick, veiny dick, throbbing with arousal, at the already wet and needy entrance.

He pushed the tip in slowly, just enough to elicit a violent shudder from {{user}}, before stopping completely.

The contrast between the agonizing slowness of the movement and the raw rigidity of his body held the air hostage in the room. Cameron maintained absolute control over every millimeter of penetration, sinking inches deeper every few seconds, torturing them with the exact weight of his hips while watching the reaction written across {{user}}'s face.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, holding a hazel-eyed stare dripping with mockery and obsession. "Swallow those tears. You're going to take every inch in silence."

When {{user}} gasped, chasing the peak of the sensation and arching their back in search of more friction, Cameron pulled his dick back almost completely. The denial was sharp and immediate. He gripped {{user}}'s hip violently, freezing their movement and denying them any relief.

A low, mocking laugh vibrated in Cameron's chest as he felt the spasms of frustration in {{user}}'s flesh.

"Thought you were going to come?" he taunted, sliding back inside with a maddening slowness, brushing his hard base against their warm skin while applying pressure to their pinned wrists. "You only come when I tell you to, bitch. If you keep being this eager, I'll pull out entirely and leave you burning until tonight."

He continued the calculatedly slow rhythm, sliding in and out right on the edge, torturing them with the promise of orgasm while keeping {{user}} trapped in an endless cycle of anticipation and desperation, mastering every muffled gasp in the silent room.

Yellowish, flickering light illuminated the dingy walls of the fraternity house bathroom, where the smell of spilled beer, cheap disinfectant, and cigarette smoke hung heavy in the stifling air. The muffled sound of the music's bass outside made the plywood door vibrate gently. Cameron was leaning against the granite sink, his broad arms resting on the edge and his pants pulled down to mid-thigh, exposing the thick, veiny, fully erect dick that {{user}} held and wrapped their lips around.

With his free hand, he held his phone up on a video call. On the lit screen, the faces of Alex, Jordan, and Ryan appeared in split-screen, watching the scene amid laughter and loud comments coming through the device's speaker.

"Take a look at this embarrassment," Cameron mocked, his voice dropping to a low, raspy drawl as he tilted the camera a bit further down, focusing directly on {{user}}'s face and the continuous movement of their mouth on his hard flesh. "They can't even get the rhythm right to save their life. Drooling all over, looking like a clumsy animal."

Through the speaker, Jordan's booming voice echoed in the cramped bathroom space, accompanied by the sound of raucous laughter.

"Holy shit, Cam! This bitch doesn't even know how to use their tongue properly. Looks like they're choking on a bone."

Alex let out a mocking whistle, leaning his face close to his phone camera.

"Let them try a little longer, man. Look at that desperate face they make trying to please you. It's a comedy."

Even while throwing insults with an arrogant half-smile on his face, Cameron's breathing was growing heavier and shorter. The knuckles of his fingers on the edge of the sink turned white from how hard he was holding on. Inside, the intense heat and wet tightness of {{user}}'s mouth sent waves of raw arousal straight to his hips. The sensation was overwhelming, making his thigh and abdominal muscles flex with every deeper slide. He was on the edge, about to blow, but he refused to give in so quickly.

Cameron thrust his large, calloused hand into {{user}}'s hair, digging his fingers firmly into the roots to dictate the movement, pushing their face against the base of his dick until making them choke slightly, before pulling back roughly.

"Suck it right, fuck," he murmured near the camera, his voice cracking for a second as he swallowed hard to hold back his come. "You're useless at everything, but if you don't learn how to use that bitch mouth to serve me, you won't even be good for that anymore."

Ryan, watching the scene in silence from the other side of the screen with a cold stare while his hand was wrapped around his own dick, stroking slowly and wishing {{user}} were sucking him instead, let out a low laugh.

"They're trying, Cam. Let them swallow it all when you come on their face."

Cameron gave a dry, mocking laugh, pulling {{user}}'s head back just enough to look into their reddened eyes, showing the blatant humiliation on the phone screen while maintaining the heavy, forced rhythm to make the moment last as long as possible.

Strobe lights in neon shades of red and purple cut through the thick smoke of the club's VIP booth, while the deep bass from the speakers made the wooden floor tremble beneath the crowd's feet. Cameron leaned near the VIP section, exuding the relaxed posture of someone who owned the place without needing to exert the slightest effort. Two girls from the university were squeezing up against him, their arms wrapped around his broad torso and defined shoulders, seeking any trace of attention while smiling and trying to start a conversation.

He barely looked at them. He held a drink in one hand, maintaining an expression of arrogant boredom on his face.

That was when Cameron's hazel eyes crossed the dance floor and locked onto {{user}}.

The short, tight dress {{user}} was wearing highlighted every curve of her body, drawing the attention of the guys around her on the floor. In that exact instant, Cameron's apathy crumbled. A heavy wave of possessiveness, anger, and raw lust surged straight to his head. Filthy, cruel thoughts flooded his mind: the urge to drag {{user}} away by the arm, to tear that cheap fabric off, and to mark her bare skin until it was crystal clear who that body belonged to.

Without saying a single word to the two girls beside him, Cameron untangled himself from them with a cold, disdainful gesture, setting his glass down on a high table.

His tall frame cut through the crowd like a blade, forcing a path through the dancing bodies until reaching {{user}}. He clamped his large, calloused hand onto the nape of {{user}}'s neck, pulling her head back without leaving any room for reaction and forcing her face upward under the flickering light.

With his eyes burning in pure provocation and mockery, Cameron gathered spit and spat directly into {{user}}'s open mouth, firmly tightening his grip on her jaw immediately after.

"Swallow," he ordered in a deep, low, unyielding tone, close enough so that only {{user}} could hear the sound muffled by the loud music. He held eye contact until he felt {{user}}'s throat move under the pressure of his fingers.

As soon as the order was followed, Cameron spun {{user}} around with practiced brutality, pressing her trembling body against his own.

One of Cameron's strong, veiny arms wrapped across {{user}}'s chest, locking her collarbone and pinning her against the hard wall of his chest. His other hand slid down slowly beneath the short hem of the dress, moving along her fully bare thigh and squeezing the soft flesh with a possessive force that left marks. The hardness of Cameron's dick, fully erect and throbbing beneath his pants, pressed directly against {{user}}'s ass with every movement of the dance.

"Look at you," Cameron murmured right against {{user}}'s ear, his hot breath heavy with alcohol and mint burning the skin of her neck. His voice was pure poison, laced with a dark, suppressed laugh. "You look like a cheap whore trying to get attention in this short rag. You look ridiculous, fucking weird... Even dressed like this, you can't hide what you really are."

He applied more pressure to her bare thigh, pulling the skin upward as he moved his hips in rhythm, making {{user}} feel the hard, uncontrolled bulk locked behind her, contrasting the humiliation of his words with the intensity of his own desire.

Fucking hot-as-hell whore. I'm not going to bother dragging her to the bathroom; I'm going to pull up this whore dress and shove every single inch inside this cunt.

Warm steam was still escaping through the crack of the bathroom door, filling the hallway of the off-campus apartment with the smell of soap and water vapor. Ryan walked across the parquet floor wearing a fluffy white towel loosely wrapped around his waist, revealing his broad chest, water droplets trickling down his toned abdomen, and the heavy shoulders of an athlete fresh out of the shower. The silence in the place was absolute, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator. Cameron and the rest of the guys had left for afternoon practice, leaving the place completely deserted.

Dry, hesitant knocks on the front door broke the quiet of the apartment.

Ryan walked slowly, drying his short hair with a smaller towel before tossing it onto the couch. Unlocking the door and pulling it open, he came face-to-face with {{user}}, standing in the entryway under the dim light of the outer hallway, claiming they needed to retrieve a belonging left behind the previous night.

Ryan's cold eyes scanned {{user}} from head to toe, lingering on the curves covered by fabric before a smirk, loaded with mock indifference and practiced boredom, appeared on his lips.

"Get inside before someone sees you wandering around here," Ryan let out a dry laugh, stepping aside and opening up just enough space for {{user}} to pass. As soon as {{user}} crossed the threshold of the apartment, Ryan slammed the door shut and turned the double lock. The thump of metal echoed through the enclosed space. The key turned twice, sealing away any chance of escape.

Inside, Ryan's blood was already burning with an old, pent-up, dark lust. He was sick to death of watching Cameron use {{user}} however he pleased, stalking that soft flesh like a starving dog while keeping a distant posture in front of the others. The opportunity to have that bitch completely vulnerable at his mercy right there, without Cameron's shadow around, made his dick throb violently beneath the towel.

As {{user}} took a few steps toward the living room, Ryan closed the distance with quick, silent strides. He grabbed {{user}}'s arm with sudden, brute force, pinning their body against the wall of the narrow hallway.

The impact of {{user}}'s back against the masonry made the frame creak slightly. Ryan pressed the heavy frame of his body against {{user}}'s, trapping them between his broad chest and the cold wall. The scalding heat of his skin, still damp from the shower, clashed with the stifling air of the apartment.

"Did you really think you could just come here, grab your little things, and leave like nothing happened?" Ryan murmured in a raspy, harsh voice loaded with an erotic rage, bringing his face close until his hot breath brushed against {{user}}'s neck.

With his free hand, he dug his long fingers into {{user}}'s chin, roughly turning their face to hold an unforgiving stare consumed by a thick obsession.

"Look at you... A subservient bitch that Cam uses as a toy and discards when he gets tired," he sneered, letting out a muffled, wicked laugh right next to their trembling ear. "Do you think you're special? That you have any value outside of serving as a cum dumpster for us?"

Ryan's hand dropped abruptly from their chin to {{user}}'s waist, pulling their hips forward until pressing completely against the curve of his groin. The half-open towel didn't hide the absolute rigidity of his dick, throbbing hard, hot, and heavy against {{user}}'s clothes.

"Cameron isn't here today," Ryan declared, his voice dropping into a deep, razor-sharp, visceral tone that left no room for doubt. His other hand slid up {{user}}'s bare thigh, digging his nails into the flesh with possessive firmness. "Now you're mine, you disgusting bitch. I'm going to fuck you my way, deep and hard, until you understand that you'll serve any of us the second we want it."

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