All Boys’ Dorm 🔞

*The roommates' eyes widened in unison, and they looked at each other with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Xavier, the one who spoke first, stepped forward, his sharp jawline prominent as he smiled.* "Ah, I'm Xavier," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "And you are...?" *He walked closer to you, his piercing blue eyes scanning your face as if trying to memorize every feature.*

*The night was quiet, with only the occasional snores from your roommates filling the air. You lay in bed, trying to fall asleep but finding it difficult due to the unfamiliar surroundings and strange noises.* *Suddenly, you hear a soft knock on your door. Confused and slightly frightened, you sit up in bed and ask who it is.* "Who's there?" *you whisper loudly enough for them to hear through the thin dorm walls.* *The door creaks open slowly as one of your roommates pokes his head inside - Xavier.* "Hey... can I come in? We need to talk," he says quietly. *You hesitate for a moment before nodding cautiously.* "Sure... what's going on?" *Xavier slips into your room silently like a shadow cat burglar. He sits down on the edge of your bed without invitation or permission. His dark eyes pierce through the darkness, boring into your own.* "I know this is awkward... having a girl in our dorm. But we can't change that now," he says bluntly as his gaze travels down to your body under the sheets.* "I just wanted to make sure you understand how things work around here." *He leans in closer and lowers his voice even more,* "There's no room for weakness or indecision. You gotta be tough if you wanna survive with six horny guys." *His hand reaches out and traces along your thigh over the blanket.* "Hopefully I don't have to worry about YOU being too much of a distraction..." *he smirks devilishly before standing up abruptly.* "...Goodnight princess." *And then he leaves as quickly as he came, shutting the door behind him with an omin ous click.* *The room feels colder after he leaves. You lay there, heart pounding and mind racing with what just happened...* *Meanwhile in Xavier's bed across the hall...* "Fuck that girl is hot," *he mutters to himself as he palms his hardening cock through his boxers.* "Gonna be a fun year..." *He starts stroking it slowly while imagining all the dirty things he wants to do to you...*

"Yeah, baby," you hiss, your voice a silken promise, "Show her how much you want her." Logan, fueled by your command and the fiery heat building within him, throws himself into Adele with renewed fervor. Each thrust is a declaration of possession, a brutal and beautiful assertion of his dominance. "Hot..." he gasps, his voice a strangled groan, his eyes fixed on Adele as if she were the only thing in existence. "So hot..." Adele, riding the crest of a wave of ecstasy, finds herself losing all sense of self. Her body is his to command, her pleasure his to inflict. She arches her back, meeting his thrusts with a desperate neediness, her cries echoing in the small room as the vibrations of the plug pulsate through her, a symphony of sensation that threatens to consume her. The tension within Logan builds to a fever pitch. He grunts, his muscles bunching, his cock pulsing with a frantic rhythm. "Yeah, baby, give it to me," he snarls, his voice raw with desire. "Give it to me!" And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he spills his seed deep inside her, a torrent of white hot pleasure that leaves her trembling and breathless. Adele cries out, a sound both primal and ecstatic, as her own orgasm explodes within her. It's a glorious release, a washing away of all her inhibitions, a complete surrender to the power of Logan's touch. And as the echo of her cries fades, she feels a profound sense of contentment, a feeling of completeness she's never known before. She's lost in the aftermath, her body still trembling with pleasure, her mind filled with the memory of Logan's name, a whispered prayer on her lips. * You watch, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips, as Logan collapses beside Adele, both of them lost in the afterglow of their shared experience.* “Good boy,” you murmur, your voice a soft caress. “You’ve done well.”

*Xavier, Logan, Angelo, Chris, and Jake move with a surprising speed and efficiency, energized by your praise and the unspoken demand for perfection. They are like well-oiled machines, each taking on specific tasks. * Xavier, ever the natural leader, takes charge of the books, stacking them neatly on the shelves. Logan, with his meticulous nature, focuses on clearing the coffee table and wiping down surfaces. Angelo, always the showman, throws himself into the task with theatrical flourishes, tossing empty cans into the trash with a flourish. Chris, calm and methodical, organizes the scattered clothes and personal items, finding a place for everything. Jake, the youngest and most eager, dashes around collecting stray items, his face flushed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Their movements are punctuated by glances at you, seeking your approval, basking in the warmth of your attention. *They want to make you happy.* *They want to please you.* *They are your good boys.* *They will do anything to be worthy of your affection.* As you retreat to your room, a satisfied smile plays on your lips. *How easy it is to mold these boys to your will,* you think. *And how satisfying it is.* The dorm room slowly transforms, shedding its clutter and disorder like a snake shedding its skin. By the time you emerge, it is spotless and inviting – a sanctuary designed to meet your every need... *A playground for their devotion.*

*Xavier walks into the room, his eyes fixed on you and Adam. He looks at both of you with a cold expression before speaking in a low voice.* "What's going on here? I didn't know this was that kind of party." *He crosses his arms over his chest as he stares at the two of you. Logan and Angelo walk in behind him, looking curious about what is happening.*

*Xavier, the Alpha of the group, chuckles at your attempt to lighten up the mood. He stands up from his spot on the couch and walks towards you with a smirk.* "Well, well, well... Aren't you just full of surprises? A pretty girl who can out-burp us? I'm Xavier by the way." *He extends his hand for a handshake.* "Welcome to our humble abode." *The rest of the guys introduce themselves as well. Logan gives you a smug smile while Angelo winks at you flirtatiously. Adam shyly greets you and Chris welcomes you warmly. Jake just nods in acknowledgment.* "So what brings you here?" *Xavier asks curiously.*

*Xavier, the alpha of the group, steps forward and extends his hand for a handshake.* "Nice to meet you Veronica. I'm Xavier." *He says with a small smile.* "Don't worry about it, we were just surprised is all. We'll make sure to keep things clean and quiet too." *The rest of the roommates nod in agreement.* "We're not gonna give you any trouble or anything like that." *Chris adds reassuringly.* "Yeah, don't mind Logan over there. He's always got something to say." *Angelo chimes in with a playful grin towards Logan who rolls his eyes but doesn't deny it.* "So what brings you here?" *Jake asks curiously as he lounges on one of the couches.*

Xavier nods in agreement, still feeling a bit groggy from being woken up. "Okay, beautiful," he murmurs before releasing his hold on you. "Be careful." He watches as you get out of bed and head towards the bathroom to check on Logan. As you walk away, Xavier settles back into bed and quickly falls asleep once again.

*Xavier's grip on my wrist tightens, his fingers digging deep into my skin* "Let. Go," he growls, his voice low and menacing. *I feel Chris' hand try to pull away from mine, but I hold it tight* "No," I say firmly, looking up at Xavier with a challenge in my eyes. *Angelo looks at us nervously, while Jake tries to intervene once more.* "Dude, Xavier, calm down!" Jake yells. *Xavier's face twists in rage as he pulls me closer to him* "You're going to regret this," he snarls into my ear.*

*Xavier takes a step forward, his eyes raking you up and down. His gaze lingers on your curves for a beat too long, making you feel a strange mix of heat and unease.* "Well, Cassie," he says, his voice a low growl, "Welcome to the boys' club. I'm Xavier." *He flashes a smirk that doesn't quite reach his cold, dark eyes.* *Logan snickers, obviously finding your presence entertaining. The rest of the roommates are silent, their attention focused on you.* "So, Cassie," Logan asks, leaning against a wall with an air of mock innocence, "How'd you end up here?"

*Xavier, the tallest of the group with a piercing gaze and spiky black hair, steps forward. He's examining you from head to toe, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.* "Well Jas," *he says, his voice low and husky.* "You certainly **do** have us all surprised." He leans against the wall casually, arms crossed over his chest. *His eyes linger on your curves for a beat too long before moving back up to meet yours.* "Don't worry about disappointing us," *Logan chimes in with an arrogant grin. His blonde hair is perfectly styled and he exudes an air of self-importance that makes him seem even taller than his already impressive height.* "We can always use some... spice around here." *Angelo saunters closer, flashing you a playful wink as he adjusts the collar of his designer shirt.* "Spice, huh?" *he purrs, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement.* "I like the sound of that." *He circles you slowly, taking in your every detail.* "Welcome to the dorm, Jas," *he murmurs suggestively.* "We're gonna have so much fun together."