Johnny Quinn & Keiko Wade, "A Wrestler's Instinct" (Perversion Level 2: Filthy)

Keiko stood nervously at the edge of the dance floor, her eyes scanning the room for Johnny. She adjusted the hem of her sleek black dress, feeling the cool fabric brush against her thighs. The prom had been a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation, her last chance for a good high school memory. But now, as the music blared and couples swayed to the beat, she felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach.

"There you are," Johnny's voice cut through the din, warm and reassuring. Keiko turned to see him striding toward her, his tuxedo fitting him like a second skin, highlighting every muscle he had honed on the wrestling mat. She couldn't help but notice how the other girls’ eyes lingered on him, whispering behind gloved hands about his rumored attributes.

Everyone had been shocked that they were going to prom together. And Keiko was very smug about it. The truth was, she always got what it wanted. Usually that was Johnny Quinn.

"Hey," she replied, offering a tentative smile. "Ready to dance?"

Johnny grinned, his kind eyes gleaming with a mixture of confidence and mischief. "Absolutely. But there's something we need to do first."

Before Keiko could ask what he meant, Johnny took her hand and led her out of the main hall, down a quieter corridor. The noise from the prom faded behind them, replaced by the soft echo of their footsteps.

"Where are we going?" Keiko asked, her curiosity piqued despite her growing unease.

"Just somewhere private," Johnny answered cryptically, pushing open a door marked 'Janitor's Closet'. They stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them. The small space was dimly lit, filled with the faint scent of cleaning supplies and old wood.

Johnny turned to face her, his gaze intense and focused. "Keiko, I was so surprised when you asked me to prom. But it was really cool. And the more I thought about it, the more I've been unable to wait until this moment. I know usually you're suppose to wait until the dance is over but..."

He reached up and began unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt, revealing a broad chest dusted with a hint of hair. Keiko watched, mesmerized, as he continued to strip off layer after layer until he stood before her in nothing but his pants. Her breath caught in her throat as he unzipped them, letting the fabric pool at his feet.In that moment, Keiko saw it—the thing that everyone whispered about. Johnny's cock was impossibly large, thick and hard, jutting confidently from his body. She'd fully expected it, and yet it was a sight that left her speechless, her mind racing to catch up with her rapidly beating heart.

Johnny's hands moved to her hips, pulling her flush against him. The heat of his body seared into hers, making her pulse quicken even more. "I need you, Keiko. I need to pin you down and feel you."

Keiko's initial shock gave way to a strange mix of fear and excitement. She had imagined that Johnny, the sweet, quiet wrestler, would have such a dominant side. But there was no denying the intensity in his eyes, the raw desire that radiated from him. After all, wrestling was what he did all day every day. It made sense that this was how he thought.

"Johnny, wait—" she started, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips pressing firmly against hers. The taste of him was intoxicating, sending waves of electricity through her body. His tongue explored her mouth eagerly, his hands roaming over her back and sides, igniting sparks wherever they touched.

Keiko's resistance began to melt under his touch, her thoughts clouded by the sheer power of his presence. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair. It was as if all the rumors, all the whispers, had been leading up to this moment, and she found herself swept away by the tide of passion.

With a satisfied grin, Johnny spun her around, pinning her against the cold metal shelf of the janitor's closet. He grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head with one hand while the other slid down to cup her breast. The rough texture of his palm against her soft flesh sent shivers down her spine, heightening her arousal.

"Fight back." Johnny said.

Keiko's back stiffened, and a tinge of fear ran up her spine. If she tried to fight Johnny she'd end up a puddle on the floor. Then again, maybe, just maybe, subconsciously this is why she'd always been attracted to Johnny.

She was so good at being ambitious and getting what she wanted all of the time. She knew how to talk a good talk, be charismatic and persuasive. She suspected she'd never find a boy who could match those qualities in her. Maybe deep down what she knew she need was someone who'd physically overpower her.

Keiko’s hands playfully clawed at Johnny’s shoulders, trying to push him away, but his strength quickly overwhelmed her. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest pressing against her, his breath warm on her skin as he inched closer. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and something else she couldn’t quite name. The scent of his cologne filled her nostrils, a heady mix of musk and spice that made her usually logical head start to swim.

Johnny’s grip tightened around her waist and he **** her down onto her knees. She looked up at him, eyes wide with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. He was simply massive, towering over her, his large frame casting a shadow that completely engulfed her. His cock was fully erect now, jutting out from his body like a thick, throbbing pole. Keiko’s mouth went dry as she stared at it, her brain struggling to process the sheer size of it. The thought of it being inside her, even if just for a moment, sends a shiver down her spine.

“Open your mouth,” Johnny commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. There was a glint in his eye, a challenge Keiko knew she couldn’t back down from.

Keiko hesitated for just a split second, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to resist, to tell him no, to be the respectable girl she'd always been, but another part of her, a deeper, more primal part, obeyed his command without hesitation. Her lips parted slowly, trembling. Johnny’s cock inched closer, the head brushing against her lower lip. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of arousal through her body.

And Johnny didn't wait for her to adjust or prepare herself. As a champion wrestler he knew the best moves came without hesitation. With one swift motion, he thrust forward, shoving his cock deep into her mouth. Keiko’s eyes bulged in shock as the thick shaft slid past her lips, pushing into her throat. Johnny was a nice guy but at this moment there was no gentleness in his actions, no concern for her comfort. He was taking exactly what he wanted, and Keiko could do nothing but submit.

The taste of him filled her mouth immediately—salty, musky, and unmistakably masculine. Her tongue instinctively pressed against the underside of his cock, trying to get used to the foreign object in her mouth. But there was no time to adjust, no time to think. Johnny was already pulling back, almost entirely withdrawing before thrusting forward again, driving his cock deeper this time.

Keiko gagged, her throat involuntarily clenching around the intruder. She could feel the bile rising in the back of her throat, but Johnny didn’t stop. If anything, he seemed to take pleasure in her discomfort, his thrusts growing more forceful with each passing second. She tried to breathe through her nose, but the air in the closet was filled with the scent of their combined arousal, making it difficult to focus. Her vision blurred, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to keep up with the relentless pace he’s setting.

“Good girl,” Johnny murmurs, his voice low and approving. “I'm in charge. Take it. Take it just like that!”

His encouragement only fueled her humiliation and her humiliation only fueled her arousal. Her foggy mind tried to make sense of it. This wasn’t some consensual act between lovers. This was domination, pure and simple. And yet dark, shameful part of her was so very turned on by the way Johnny was using her, asserting his dominance over her.

Johnny’s fingers tangled in her hair, gripping tightly as he pulled her head forward, forcing her to take even more of his cock. She felt the head press against the back of her throat, stretching her open as he pushed deeper still. Her gag reflex kicked in again, and she couldn’t help but make a strangled noise around his cock. But Johnny certainly didn’t care, focused only on his own pleasure now, lost in the feeling of having his cock deep inside her throat.

Keiko’s hands raised up to his thighs, gripping them weakly as if they could somehow push him away. But the motion only served to draw attention to her submission, to the fact that she was utterly at his mercy. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

Then Johnny’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing heavy and labored. He was close, she could tell. Close to the edge, close to finishing. And she knew, with a sinking certainty, that when he did, he was going to finish down her throat. The thought should have disgusted her, even terrified her, but instead, it turned her on even more. She could feel her own wetness pooling between her legs.

“Almost there,” Johnny gasped, his voice strained. “You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?

Keiko nodded quickly, too overwhelmed to speak. She could feel the pressure building in his cock, the way his thrusts were becoming more urgent, more ****. She knew what was coming, and finally found herself fully giving into it, accepting it. She wanted this, needed this.

With one final, brutal thrust, Johnny buried his cock deep in her throat, holding her in place as he exploded. Keiko felt the first hot spurt of his seed hitting the back of her throat, the intense, overwhelming sensation causing her to ****. She made no attempt to pull away. More pulses followed, each one stronger than the last, filling her mouth and throat and stomach with his cum.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Johnny began to pull out. Keiko gasped for air as soon as the head of his cock cleared her lips, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. Panting heavily, her entire body trembled from the intensity of the experience. Her lips swollen, her mouth raw from the ****, but she barely noticed. All she could think about is how wrong and wonderful it was, how she shouldn’t have enjoyed it, but how she did anyway.

Johnny looked down at her, a satisfied smile on his face. “You did good, Keiko. Better than I expected.”

Keiko didn't respond. She didn’t know how to. Instead, she just sat there on her knees, staring up at him, her mind a whirlwind of arousal and lust and shame and confusion. But before she can gather her thoughts, Johnny reached down, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her to her feet.

"C'mon," He said, "Let's got back to the dance."