Forced Submission Under a Jealous Gaze

I got a cryptic text from an unknown number: “Get your ass home now, if you know what’s good for you.” I lived in a sketchy part of town, having moved there to be with my girlfriend, Mia, who was six years older than me. She’d inherited a rundown house from her uncle, and that’s what landed us in this chaotic neighborhood.

The area was a mix of honest workers and shady types, including a small-time hustler named Marcus “Mako” Tate. Mako had a rep for being a ladies’ man, with rumors swirling about his raw charisma and a physique that made women in the neighborhood weak.

Dread hit me hard. I killed my truck’s engine a street away and crept up to the house, slipping through the side gate to stay quiet. From the bedroom, I heard groans and hushed voices, thick with tension. “Damn, it’s so big – you’re wrecking me back there, and I haven’t even let my guy have it yet!” The door was ajar, and the sight seared into my brain: Mia, bent over the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets, with Mako behind her, his hips grinding in a slow, deliberate rhythm, taking her in a way I’d never dared.

“Why’s it always gotta be like this?” Mia panted, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. “I want you to take me the other way, Mako!”

“Nope, darlin’,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I like it tight – especially when it’s someone else’s prize.”

Mako’s hand gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust with measured force, each movement drawing a sharp gasp from Mia. His other hand roamed, smacking her curves, then drifted lower, teasing himself in a way that caught me off guard. His body was lean and chiseled, his backside smooth and taut, almost too perfect. My pulse raced, and against all reason, I felt a surge of heat, my body betraying my rage.

I pulled the knife from my jacket pocket, freed myself from my jeans, and moved in silently. Before they noticed, I pressed the blade to Mako’s throat and growled, “Keep your hands off yourself – I’m about to take what’s mine.”

They froze, the air thick with shock. Mako stammered, “Man, you got it all wrong!” But I wasn’t buying it. “I saw you, Mako – touching yourself while you’re buried in my girl. Now you’re gonna feel what it’s like.” I kept the knife firm, nudging my hardness against him, my voice cold. “Spread yourself – now.” He muttered, “I ain’t into this,” but his body didn’t resist, his hips shifting slightly, inviting me in. I pushed forward, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat and resistance give way. Mako let out a low, shuddering moan, his tough-guy facade crumbling as his body responded, arching slightly with each careful thrust I gave.

Mia, still pinned beneath him, let out a mocking laugh. “Holy shit, Mako, it’s even harder now! You’re loving this, aren’t you? Big bad Mako, just a needy little thing!” Her words were cruel, but her voice trembled with her own arousal, her body rocking in sync with Mako’s movements as he stayed buried in her.

I kept my rhythm steady, each thrust deeper, more commanding, as Mako’s groans grew louder, raw and unrestrained. “Oh, fuck – I’m gonna lose it – don’t stop!” he gasped, his voice breaking, his body trembling under me. The room was a haze of heat and power, my anger mixing with something darker, more primal, as I dominated the man who thought he owned the block.

When Mako finished, his body shuddering against Mia, I pulled him back, ordering him to his knees on the bed. “Mia, get in front of him – let him clean up his mess.” She obeyed, positioning herself so Mako’s lips could work on her, his tongue lapping at the evidence of his own release while I continued behind him, my thrusts relentless, each one drawing a muffled whimper from his throat. Mia’s moans joined his, her fingers gripping his hair as she watched me take control.

“You’re a damn fraud, Mako,” I said, my voice low. “I’m telling the whole neighborhood – every guy whose girl you’ve touched is gonna want a piece of this.”

“No – fuck, yes – give it to me!” Mako begged, his voice a desperate mix of shame and need.
I turned to Mia. “Grab your phone – snap a picture. Make sure you get his face, show him loving every second. Send it to the neighborhood chat. Let ’em all see what he really is.”

“Please – keep going!” Mako whined, his body shaking.

“Nah, you’re both gonna take it.” I pulled back, ordering them to kneel side by side, mouths open, tongues out, desperate for it. I let go, giving them each a share of the hot release, watching as they lapped it up, their eyes locked on me. I made them clean me thoroughly, every inch, before Mako grabbed his clothes and stumbled out, shame and satisfaction warring on his face.

“You – go wash up,” I told Mia, my voice cold.

She scurried to the bathroom, and I started shoving my stuff into a duffel bag. This neighborhood was a hellhole, and I was done. I’d crash with a friend while I figured out where to go next.

Mia came back, her eyes pleading. “Don’t leave me – you’re the man I need now. I’ll give you everything, anything – just stay.” Her voice was soft, desperate, her body still flushed from what had happened.