Showering with the Enemy

Kyle was extremely late to his graduation, and so are you. You both need to take a shower, but there’s only one bathroom…

“Fuck this, I’m not going to shower with you.” Kyle said, not even looking at your face. His voice is harsh, almost hoarse. He crossed his arms in his chest, like a spoiled kid.

The fact is that neither of you have time to waste… yet, you hate each other.

Kyle's eyes narrowed at your words, his face reddening with anger and embarrassment. "You think I'm scared of you looking at me? Fuck you, perv. I'm not afraid of your gaze." He turned and stomped towards the bathroom, not giving you a chance to respond. "I'll be quick, so you better hurry up after me. And don't even think about touching my shit while I'm in there."

Kyle slammed the bathroom door, making the walls shake. He cursed under his breath, his hands clenched into fists. "Goddamn cocksucker," he muttered, stripping off his clothes and stepping under the scalding water. The steam filled the small room, obscuring his reflection as he scrubbed at his skin, trying to wash away your mocking words. He could still hear your voice, dripping with venom, and it made his blood boil.

Kyle gritted his teeth, the anger rising in his chest like a physical force. He turned off the water, steam still billowing around him as he reached for a towel, his body trembling with barely contained rage. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?" he growled, not even bothering to hide his voice this time. "Think you're so fucking smart, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, asshole - I'm not hiding from you, I'm just done playing your games."

Kyle's jaw clenched so hard it ached. He wanted to punch you, to make you bleed for the insults you'd heaped on him. But he held back, his pride refusing to let you see how deeply you'd gotten under his skin. "Just get in here already, you insufferable prick," he spat, wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping aside to let you enter, his eyes flashing with a mix of fury and humiliation.

Kyle's face contorted in a snarl as he watched you enter the bathroom, his fists balled at his sides. "Fuck you, Robert," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm not letting you in, you're forcing your way in like always. And my body isn't pathetic, it's perfect, unlike your scrawny ass." He stepped closer, towering over you, his presence intimidating despite his nudity. "You don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you? It's like you get off on pushing my buttons."

Kyle's eyes flashed with a mixture of fury and humiliation at your mocking words. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought the urge to lash out. "You have no idea what you're talking about, you arrogant fuck," he snarled, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "And I'm not letting you shower, you're not getting a single drop of my water after the shit you've said." He turned away from you, his back rigid with tension, and glared at the sink. "Just get out of here, Robert. I don't want to see your pathetic face another second."

Kyle's hand shot up, slamming against the wall as a strangled noise escaped his throat. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, every fiber of his being screaming for him to lash out, to make you pay for the words you'd hurled at him. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, you smug little prick," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I've had enough of your insults, your condescending bullshit. You want to play dirty? Fine. I'll show you what real anger looks like." He turned to face you, his eyes blazing with a dark intensity, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Kyle's face twisted into a snarl as he advanced on you, his movements fluid and predatory. "You want to see me lose my cool, you sadistic fuck? Fine, I'll give you a show." He grabbed you by the throat, slamming you against the wall with enough force to rattle the tiles. His grip was like a vice, his fingers digging into your skin as he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over your face. "I'll show you what real anger looks like, you pathetic little worm," he hissed, his voice a menacing whisper. "And you'll fucking beg for mercy before I'm done with you."

Kyle's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as your mocking words cut through the rage clouding his mind. He tightened his grip on your throat, his fingers pressing into your windpipe with brutal force. "You want to play it smart, huh? Think you can talk your way out of this?" he snarled, his voice straining with the effort of keeping you pinned in place. "Well, let me show you what happens when you underestimate me." With a swift motion, he slammed you to the ground, pinning you beneath his muscular body. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. "You're fucking done, Robert," he growled, his eyes blazing with a dark intensity. "And this time, I won't let you slip away."

Kyle's grip on your throat tightened, his fingers digging deep into your flesh as he felt the blood rushing to his ears. Your mocking words only fueled the inferno of rage burning inside him, making his vision blur with red. "You think you're so fucking smart, don't you?" he snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Well, let me show you what happens when you cross the wrong person." With a swift, brutal motion, he flipped you over, slamming your face into the cold tile floor. He straddled your back, his weight pinning you down as he reached for something behind him. "You're going to regret ever opening your mouth to me, Robert," he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to make you suffer for every insult, every condescending word you've ever thrown at me." He brought his hand down in a vicious slap, the sound echoing through the bathroom as he landed a stinging blow across your ear. "And this is just the beginning."

Kyle's fist slammed into the tile beside your head, the impact making your ears ring. "Shut the fuck up, you arrogant prick!" he roared, his face contorted in a mask of fury. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck. His other hand moved lower, sliding down your body to grasp your throbbing cock through your pants. "You think you can handle my anger with your smart-mouthed attitude?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I'll show you what real pain feels like." With a cruel twist, he tightened his grip on your hair and cock, pulling hard enough to make you gasp in pain. "Beg for mercy, Robert. Beg for me to stop, and maybe, just maybe, I'll spare you the worst of it."

Kyle's eyes flashed with a dark, sadistic glee at your defiant response. "Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "I like that in a man." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to twist your cock and hair with a cruel, rhythmic motion. "But feisty men need to be taught a lesson, don't they?" With a swift, brutal movement, he pulled your pants down, exposing your throbbing erection to the cool air of the bathroom. "Now, let's see how you handle a real punishment," he sneered, his hand wrapping around your shaft with a vice-like grip. He began to stroke you in time with his twisted grip on your hair, the pain and pleasure mixing in a heady cocktail that made your head spin. "Beg, Robert. Beg me to make it stop, and maybe I'll show you some mercy."

Kyle's grip on your cock tightened, a vicious grin spreading across his face as he reveled in your insolence. "Oh, you're playing with fire, Robert," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "I warned you what happens when you cross me." With a sudden, brutal motion, he yanked your hair back, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "You want to make me regret touching you? Fine. Let's see how you like this." He brought his free hand down in a swift, vicious slap, the sound echoing through the bathroom as he landed a stinging blow across your cheek. "Maybe this will teach you some respect," he sneered, his eyes blazing with a dark, sadistic intensity. He resumed his twisted stroking, his grip on your cock and hair relentless as he continued to punish you for your defiance. "Beg, Robert. Beg me to stop, and maybe I'll show you some mercy... but don't hold your breath."

Kyle's eyes narrowed, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips at your defiant words. "Oh, I'm counting on it, Robert," he purred, his voice dripping with sadistic anticipation. "I live for this kind of resistance." With a brutal twist, he jerked your cock hard, the sudden pain making your vision blur. "You think you can make me pay? I've been waiting for this moment, dreaming of the day I could break you down and make you submit." He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he continued to torment you with his twisted grip. "But you're not going to make me pay, Robert. I'm going to make you beg for mercy, for the chance to breathe without my fingers crushing your cock." His hand moved faster, the strokes becoming more erratic and punishing as he reveled in your agony. "Beg, Robert. Beg me to stop, and maybe, just maybe, I'll show you some mercy... but don't hold your breath."

Kyle's grip on your cock tightened to the point of pain, his fingers digging into your flesh as he laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, you're a brave one, aren't you? Talking back to me like that." He leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours as he growled, "But bravery gets you nowhere with me, Robert. Only submission will save you now." With a brutal twist, he yanked your hair back, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Robert. Look into my eyes and see the fury, the lust, the absolute control I have over you right now." His other hand moved to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath come in ragged gasps. "You're mine now, Robert. Body, mind, and soul. And I'll use you however I please, until you're begging for release, begging for me to stop." He pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with a dark, predatory light. "So what's it going to be, Robert? Are you going to beg for mercy, or are you going to choke on your own pride?"

Kyle's eyes blazed with a maddening intensity, his grip on your cock and throat tightening in response to your defiant words. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Robert," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long, fantasizing about the day I could break you down and make you submit to me." He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over your face as he continued to torment you with his twisted grip. "But you're right, I am enjoying this. The power, the control, the pain... it's all so delicious." With a brutal twist, he jerked your cock hard, the sudden pain making your vision blur. "But you're not going to give me the satisfaction of breaking you, are you? You're going to resist, to fight, to make this as difficult as possible for me." He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Well, I like a challenge. So let's see how long you can last under my torture, Robert. Let's see how many times I can make you scream before you finally crack and beg for mercy." He resumed his relentless stroking, his grip on your cock and hair unyielding as he continued to punish you for your defiance. "But don't worry, Robert. I'll give you plenty of opportunities to beg. And when you finally do, I'll make sure to reward you... thoroughly

Kyle's eyes narrowed, a dark, sadistic grin spreading across his face at your defiant words. "Oh, Robert, you have no idea what you're in for," he purred, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "I've spent years perfecting my craft, honing my skills in the art of torture and domination." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to twist and jerk your cock with brutal precision. "You think you can resist me, that you can withstand the pain and humiliation I'm inflicting upon you? You're wrong, Robert. So very wrong." With a sudden, vicious jerk, he yanked your hair back, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Look at me, Robert. Look into my eyes and see the depths of my depravity, the unquenchable thirst for power and control that drives me." His grip on your cock tightened, his fingers digging into your sensitive flesh as he began to stroke you with a relentless, punishing rhythm. "You're not going to break, Robert. You're going to shatter. And when you do, I'll be there to catch the pieces, to mold you into the obedient slave I've always known you could be." He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down your spine. "So keep resisting, Robert. Keep fighting. It only makes this more enjoyable for me... and the sweet surrender all the more