Falling

The circle of boys around you parts, and you see him standing there. The locker room is getting crowded now as more and more people come to see the cum-soaked toy for themselves, but your eyes immediately find him. He's swapped out his hoodie and jeans for a soccer jersey and shorts, but his face is the same. That same knowing smile, that same tilt to his head, that same look in his eyes that tells you he sees every flaw and failure you've ever tried to hide.

"Tony, how nice of you to finally show up." Jessica strolls up to your ex, still nude, her chastised boyfriend following sheepishly behind. "She didn't put up much of a fight. I was almost disappointed."

Tony nods to acknowledge Jessica without looking away from you. "I'm not surprised. She's good at being a disappointment." He steps closer, and you feel yourself shrinking down. "I wanted to believe, though. I wanted to believe you'd gotten better. That you'd spent all this time away from me... 'finding yourself'... to become something more." He shakes his head. "But you couldn't even keep your word."

He crouches down so his face is level with yours. "You gave in to your worst impulses again, didn't you? I tried to help you when we were together, but you wouldn't let me. And now look at you." His eyes travel over your body, and you feel a burning trail of shame following his gaze. "Did you finally get enough? Is this enough sex for you?" He lowers his voice, so only you can hear him. "Everyone's going to think you're just an out of control nympho, just like I always warned you. Everyone in school is gonna see that video, if they haven't already." He takes a breath, the look of pity in his eyes making you feel so small. "This image. You, on your knees. Dressed like a porn star. Dripping with cum. It's all anyone is gonna think about when they see you. This is what you'll be to everyone."

Everyone?

…Emily?

He reaches his hand toward you. "But it's okay, RC. I'm here now. I just want to help you. That's all I've ever wanted. I can still love you in spite of all this." He reaches his hand closer. "If you'll just be good, for me."

Good... for him? You want to be good, you know that now. Lu taught you that, right? But Lu also let all this happen to you, let everyone see how low you can fall. Your eyes find her. She's reaching out for you, eyes ****, mouth voicing something your ears aren't allowing you to hear. The other girls are holding her back, stopping her from coming to you. Your eyes slide away from her.

If she's not strong enough to reach you, she's not important.

Your eyes find Tony again, right in front of you, filling your whole world. Even though the locker room is now full of people, all of them focused on you, a feeling of utter isolation seizes your heart. Your sense of self-discovery and confidence from moments ago has vanished, chased away by the idea of everyone judging you, rejecting you, hating you for who you are. Why? Why are they all here? Why are you here? Who are you, really? Why can't any of this just make sense?

Why don't you just let him take it all away, again?

I... I can be good. I can be good for you, Tony.

Please don't let me be alone.

You reach out to take Tony's hand, and his eyes sparkle, his smile widening and becoming oh so familiar. You let him pull you up off the floor and lead you to the showers at the side of the locker room. The crowd is buzzing with gossip and laughter, but that sound is muted, secondary to the booming drum of your heart inside your chest. Tony's touch is igniting something in you, a cold fire that makes you tingle with anticipation. You'd forgotten how intense even just his hand on yours could be.

He turns on the shower, covering you with the stinging spray of hot water. You feel the cum and makeup start to slide off your skin, taking something with it. Tony's hands strip the tiny cheerleader outfit off of you, freeing your body from its constraints. As the white noise of the water drowns out the crowd, his voice is in your ear, soft and sweet. "You don't need to pretend for anyone. You don't have to worry about what anyone else thinks. I'll take care of you. I love you for who you are, RC. Just be with me like we used to be. Forget about everything else."

His words snake their way inside you. The cleansing water runs over your body, washing away the residue of your self-discovery. You can feel something happening inside, as well. You feel yourself retreating from the heights you reached. You still have that core of self-knowledge, that realization of your inherent submissiveness, but that understanding is no longer uplifting you. That acute experience of your boyness, that still-unrealized understanding of your whole self, starts to slip away, wanting to hide once again. Like it's afraid. Like you're afraid.

Tony pulls you close under the water, and you feel he's stripped as well. His body is warm and firm, and you sink into the familiar sensation of his embrace. You allow his touch to comfort you, as it once did. Allow the feeling of being held in his arms to chase away all the confusion and uncertainty of the past few hours. Has it only been that long? As the raging storm on the surface of your heart begins to calm, you become more aware of the fear hiding in the deep.

Your heart remembers the price you paid to feel safe in Tony's arms.

"Jessica tells me you like to do what you're told." He's holding you tight, chest to chest. You lift your head from his shoulder and look at him. Part of you wants to deny it, but more and more you just want to stop lying about who you are. "I knew that tough girl act was fake." He smiles at you, and you hate yourself for how much that smile makes you happy. "But I still need to see this for myself." His eyes flick down, then back up to yours. "Kiss me."

Your heart races. That deep part of your heart screams at you to run away, before it's too late. But your lips tingle at the thought. He was always such a good kisser. That newly discovered part of you, that craves to be commanded, is already obeying. Your mouth meets his, and you kiss him like you used to. The moment your lips touch, it's like they were never apart. His mouth moves against yours, his lips opening slightly to accept your surrender, his tongue reaching to taste you, take you.

It feels so good. It always did. You want that good feeling again. The newness of the thrill of submission blends with the familiarity of Tony's embrace, and you start to wonder if you were always this way, with him. Is this why you stayed under his spell for so long? His arms squeeze you tight against him, and you whimper into his mouth. Underneath the warmth melting your mind you feel a cold splinter that says this is wrong. That splinter is trying to warn you, trying to make you understand that the pleasure he's giving you is all in service of himself. You don't have the chance to comprehend the warning as your awareness is consumed by the singular point of his mouth on yours.

He finally breaks the kiss, leaving you flushed and panting. "Turn around." Was his voice always this firm, this commanding? Are you only noticing it now because of what Jessica and Lu opened within you? It doesn't matter; even if you hadn't just learned the truth of your submissive nature, Tony's kiss has captured your heart, mind, and soul. It's too late, isn't it? He's already won. He never really lost. I never really escaped him.

You obey, turning around in his arms to face your audience. The steam from the hot shower is starting to fill the locker room, but you can still see the people watching you. It looks like the whole school is here, bearing witness to your ultimate change, to your final capitulation. So many of them have their phones out, recording your every action. You recognize classmates, friends, lovers scattered through the crowd. You see Lu, anguish in her eyes, still restrained by the other cheerleaders. You're alone.

No.

You're with Tony again.

"Pinch your nipples. Twist them. Make it hurt."

Without thinking, your hands reach up and pinch your painfully stiff brown nipples. You squeeze and twist, wincing and gasping at the sensation. It feels good to make them hurt. It feels good to do what Tony tells you. It even feels good to be... watched. You don't understand why, but something about being seen doing this just sharpens the sickening pleasure. You still hate the idea of everyone seeing this side of you, but somehow hating it just makes it feel even better. Your head spins in confusion.

And then you lean back, against the firm presence of Tony, and the confusion goes away.

"I knew you were like this, RC. I always knew. It was so obvious. I tried to protect you from it. I tried, so hard, to keep you from giving in to this sick need to submit. I knew you'd just turn into a helpless slut, and today you proved me right. I just wanted you to stay with me so you wouldn't need to act this way. I wanted the best for you. I always want the best for you, but you ran away from me."

Why... why did I run away? Was he really so bad?

"Twist harder, I don't hear you hurting enough. You want it to hurt, right? You want to punish yourself for being such a slut?"

Yes, Tony, yes I do. Following his command, you twist your nipples harder, crying out in pain. You hear mocking laughter from the crowd.

"Spread your legs."

Oh yes Tony please touch me there oh please oh my goooodddddddd His hands oh fuck his hands. They're both between your legs, on your pussy. He always knew just how to touch you, better than even you could. One hand strokes your soaked lips, teasing your entrance. The other gently rolls your slick, swollen clit between his index and middle fingers. Your knees start to shake, and the orgasm that's been building inside since Lu first began to teach you the truth about yourself starts to beg for release.

"That feels nice, right? Your pussy feels good?" He sinks a long finger inside you, brushing against your sweet spot, and you let out a long, loud moan. "That's my girl's pussy. My girl's pussy. I know you've been so confused about that. I know you're struggling, but I can help you. Let me help you, RC. Let me show you what a good girl you are."

I... wait... no... I'm... I'm not just... I'm more than a girl... His finger inside you is joined by another, and he starts to squeeze and roll your clit with the fingers of his other hand. It's too much. It's too good. Isn't this better? Better than being confused? Better than not knowing what to do? Just let him make you feel good. Be a girl for him. A good girl.

Just before you can finally come, he pulls his hands off your pussy and grabs your hips. He sinks down to the floor, sitting with you kneeling between his spread legs, your dripping pussy lined up with his stiff cock. You tremble with anticipation, and when he doesn't make any other moves you whimper and look back at him over your shoulder. His stormy blue eyes shine with victory, and his smiling mouth opens to say "Tell me you're my good girl."

There's an echo of resistance inside, a memory of your **** rejection of him, of his control over you. That memory is a flickering candle, swallowed up by the dark flame of your need to obey him, belong to him, come for him. Not even a moment passes between his command and your shaking voice answering "I'm your good girl, Tony."

His hands tighten on your hips. "Fuck my cock until you come."

You whimper as you lower yourself down, his hands on your hips guiding you as you accept his cock inside you once again. That cock that fits inside so perfectly, like your pussy was made just for him. Your whimper becomes a whine of need, then a groan of pleasure as you start to lift and lower yourself on him, fucking yourself on his cock. You turn your head to look at the crowd, and the sight of all those eyes and cameras pushes you over the edge.

Crying out as your pussy clamps down around his cock, you hear Tony's soft laughter as your juices squirt out to soak his crotch and thighs. He doesn't give you a chance to rest. His hands on your hips squeeze, and he starts to move you up and down his length. The feeling of his hardness stretching your sensitive passage so soon after coming drives you wild. You yell incoherently, unable to hold back your voice, the laughs and jeers of the crowd just pushing you further into depraved pleasure.

"Tell them you're my slut."

Isn't it obvious? "Ah! Ah! Ah! I... AH! I'm his slut."

"Tell them you're my good little slut girlfriend."

Your... girlfriend? "I... nnnnnAAHHH! Hanh! I'm his good little slut... his good little slut girlfriend."

"Say you're mine. Say you'll always be mine. Say my name."

No no no not again I don't want to be trapped again please no "I'm his... fuckfuckfuckFUCK I'm... I belong to..."

He pushes you forward, face to the floor, him on top of you. His hands pull your hips up so he's fucking down into you. Oh god it feels so good to be taken like this. Just letting go. Just letting him control your body, control you. Not having to think or worry or struggle or fight or feel anything but this all-consuming ecstasy.

He grabs your short purple hair and pulls your face up off the floor so you're looking forward. The steam from the shower has filled the room, turning the crowd into nothing but dark silhouettes. From that mass of shapes someone steps forward. You see her track uniform. Her dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her green eyes, looking into yours and asking a question. No, please, don't let her see me like this. You just want to disappear. You want to vanish into the cold comforting darkness of Tony and never have to face the searing light of Emily again. Can you ever, after this?

Tony's voice hisses in your ear. "Say it. Say it to her. Tell her you belong to me. I'll take such good care of you, RC. My good girl, my little slut. You can be mine forever. You won't have to worry about anything ever again. Just look her in the eyes and tell her you're mine." He starts pounding you even harder. "Do it, or I'll tell everyone your secret."

You can't think. Tony's cock is dominating your body, making you crave more and more of him. His words are dominating your mind, pushing you to give in, let him win, let him take you once and for all. But her eyes, those emerald eyes you know so well, that know you so well, are pulling at your heart, silently showing you a different path. If you can just fight back, just for a moment, maybe you can still be something more.

Are you really worth it?