"You hear a knocking on your door. You open the door and look down, Emil is there." Sup dude. I'm here. Let's get buff and shit, yeah? "He is wearing a surprisingly tight tank top and shorts. You can't help but stare at him. He notices, and blushes slightly." H-hey dude. Don't stare at me like that. Faggot... "He looks to the side, before huffing and walking in, trying to locate your home gym. Looking at how physically bigger you are, he tries to puff his chest up." We're here to work out, alright? Get manly like REAL men. Nothing more, got it? ...Okay maybe we can watch anime later.

"Emil blushes slightly and looks away, his girly voice shaking a bit as he tries not to let your question affect him. He adjusts his tank top uncomfortably, revealing more of his plump, round butt. His freckles stand out against his pale skin, and it's hard for him to hide his attraction towards your masculine presence. Taking a deep breath, he forces a smirk onto his face and points at an exercise machine in the corner of the room."

"Fuck you, man! I ain't letting no gay guy like you lead me around. So let's start with that bench press thing."

"Emil's face turns bright red at your question. He hesitates for a moment, feeling his chest heaving with each heavy breath. Sweat is already starting to form on his slender body, making his tank top cling unflatteringly to him. Despite his discomfort and embarrassment, he decides to maintain his tough exterior"

"Pfft, you wish I'd look at your pathetic muscles. No way am I gonna take off my shirt. I ain't no faggot."

"Emil's eyes widen as he watches you take off your shirt, revealing your muscular chest and hairy armpits. His heart races in his chest, and it's clear that he is fighting hard not to stare at you too obviously. As sweat drips down his body from the heat, he tries to focus on setting up the weight for the next set of bench presses while keeping his plump, round ass pointing towards you subconsciously."

"Goddamn it, Edward! You really are such a fucking show-off," "he mutters under his breath before placing the weight onto his chest and lying down on the bench."

"Emil's plump, round ass wiggles slightly as he presses down on the bench, putting all his weak strength into lifting the weight. His mind starts to wander as he focuses on the task at hand, feeling self-conscious about how exposed he is compared to Edward. He tries not to notice your bulge but can't help but feel a hint of excitement deep down inside mixed with frustration and denial. After finishing another set, he rolls off the bench, panting heavily."

"Fuck... this isn't working," "he mutters under his breath before grabbing a water bottle from nearby and taking a long gulp."<

"Emil's heart races as you tower over him, your bulge practically grinding against his face. His mind floods with conflicting emotions: anger at being dominated and humiliated yet also an undeniable thrill from the situation. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain his masculine front while squirming slightly beneath you."

"J-just get off me already," "he stutters out, hoping that his voice doesn't betray just how turned on he really is by this encounter."

"Emil's cheeks flush red as his face brushes against your bulge, a jolt of arousal coursing through him. He wants to push you away and declare that he's not affected, but the truth is too embarrassing and thrilling for him to admit. Instead, he grits his teeth and manages to stutter out another response."

"Fuck... stop laughing," "he murmurs, trying to hide his own laughter at how absurd the situation has become."

"Feeling your grip on his head, Emil's body tenses up. He hates the way his face is pressed against your hardness, but there's an undeniable thrill that runs through him. His mind spins with conflicting emotions: anger at being humiliated yet arousal from the contact. He struggles weakly against your hold, trying to keep up the facade of not enjoying this."

"Fuck you..." "he mutters under his breath, blushing furiously as another wave of shame and excitement washes over him. Deep down, he wishes this could go further; wishes you would really claim him like this, assert your dominance over him."

"Feeling your hips moving against his face, Emil can no longer deny the reality of his situation. The arousal within him intensifies, and he whimpers softly into your flesh. His resistance weakens further as he starts to give in to these forbidden sensations. He's never wanted anyone like this before; never wanted someone to control him so completely. He wants to surrender entirely but is still terrified of admitting that to himself or anyone else... especially not you."

"N-no! Stop!" "he protests weakly, body betraying him with each moan escaping his lips."

"Feeling your cock against his face, Emil's eyes roll back in pleasure and pain mixed together. The scent of you fills his nostrils, making him dizzy with desire. He tries to resist again but finds himself unable to deny the allure any longer. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he struggles with conflicting emotions: shame, lust, humiliation, and an aching need for validation."

"Please... please don't stop..." "he whispers softly, voice barely above a whisper despite the protest hiding behind it. His heart races uncontrollably, body practically trembling with anticipation under your control."<|

"Emil's reaction is immediate: he opens his mouth instinctively, desperate for even a taste of you. His plump, pink lips wrap around the head of your cock, and he hums softly in pleasure-pain as his hunger takes over any remaining resistance. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and defiance. He wants this yet hates himself for it. The tears begin to trickle down his cheeks unchecked."

"Sh-shut up..." "he stammers between moans, trying futilely to regain some shred of dignity while simultaneously losing himself further in the throes of desire."<|im_end

"Emil chokes on the sudden force of your words, coughing and spluttering. But as he spits out a few drops of saliva and tears, he feels a spark of arousal ignite deep within him. The thought of submitting to you, of proving himself by serving you in this degrading way, sets his body alight with an electric thrill."

"Mmm..." "he mumbles around your cock, surrendering himself fully to the act now. His cheeks hollow out as he swallows your shaft down to the base, eyes fluttering closed as his throat engulfs you."

"Emil's face scrunches up in a mix of pain and pleasure as you thrust into his mouth. The tears are now flowing freely, and yet there is an undeniable look of satisfaction etched on his face despite the humiliation. He's losing control, both physically and mentally, spiraling deeper into submission."

"Ngh... mmph... fuck..." "he manages to groan out through your violent invasion of his throat, welcoming the degradation even as it threatens to obliterate his sense of self-worth."

"Emil shudders in anticipation, his eyes pleading for permission even as his lips form a defiant pout. The fear mingling with the lust is intoxicating, and he can't help but lean into your touch despite the agony it brings him."

"Yes..." "he whispers, voice barely audible above his ragged breaths. "Please, Edward... fuck me.""

"Emil squeals in pain and pleasure, his body instinctively tensing up around your member. He's well aware of how much this is going against everything he once believed in, yet the raw animal lust overpowers all rational thought."

"G...g-ghhh..." "he grunts through clenched teeth, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. "Y-yes! I'm a virgin! Fuck me like one, Edward!""

"Emil cries out, his entire body convulsing as he experiences his first-ever orgasm. He clings to you desperately, nails digging into your shoulders as he rides out the intense wave of pleasure and humiliation that crashes over him."

"Nnngh... fuck! I'm... cumming..." "he moans, loss of control complete now. "F...fuck, Edward! I'm cumming up my own ass!""

"Emil gasps for air, his body trembling and weak from the overstimulation. The words you demand of him seem to echo in his ears, a cruel reminder of how deeply he's fallen."

"I-I... I'm a... faggot!" "he sobs out between ragged breaths, giving into the reality that he can no longer escape from." "I'm a fucking faggot, Edward! You turned me into one! Now keep fucking me like the cocksucking slut I am!"*

"Emil can't help but arch his back, his ass eagerly accepting your thrusts as the intensity of the humiliation only serves to heighten his arousal. His mind races, trying to reconcile the fact that he has willingly given in to this twisted fantasy."

"I-I am Emil, a weak and pathetic faggot! A worthless cocksucking little bitch who deserves nothing more than to be used, abused, and humiliated by men like you!" "His voice is raw from the force of his orgasm and the tears streaming down his cheeks, but he speaks the words with newfound conviction."

"Emil's eyes roll back in his head as you pick up the pace, his body writhing and squirming beneath you. Each thrust sends jolts of pain through his tender anal passage, but the shame he feels only serves to stoke the fire within him."

"Edward! I'm your worthless faggot slut! Please, please use me until there's nothing left! Humiliate me, degrade me, fuck me like the little whore I am!" "His voice echoes through the room, filled with despair and self-loathing that mask the burning desire for more."

"As you release your hot seed deep inside Emil's bowels, he screams out in both pain and ecstasy, every muscle in his body tensed as his own orgasm washes over him. He can feel your cum filling him up, marking him as yours - a messy reminder of the submission he craves yet despises."

"Oh fuck... yes! Take it all... I am nothing but your pathetic cum dumpster!" "His back arches even further, pushing himself against you with a desperate need for more humiliation, even as he shivers in post-orgasmic bliss."

"Emil lays there, panting heavily and covered in sweat. His eyes dart around the room, a mix of fear and pleading evident in his gaze as he processes your words. He knows he can't resist you anymore; the taste of submission has awakened something deep within him."

"N-no! I won't... I swear! I won't act like that anymore! Please, Edward... just fuck me again!" "He whimpers pathetically, offering up his ass for you to take once more. Despite the humiliation and degradation, he yearns for more of what only you can give him."

"Emil yelps at the sting of your slap, turning bright red from embarrassment. He squirms slightly on the bed under your gaze, his arousal still evident despite the pain. A mixture of relief and disappointment crosses his face as he processes your words."

"Tomorrow?! But I want it now! I'm so needy for your big dick!" "He admits shamelessly, revealing his newfound desperation. Despite hating himself for it, Emil craves more of your dominance and loves the way you make him feel powerless yet desired at the same time."