He puts on a condom

You hear the distinct, crinkling tear of a foil packet. Rolling onto your back to see what he is doing, you take in his whole body. He is standing over you, behind you, the dim light catching the sharp lines of his face. His suit jacket is open, his dress shirt clinging to a broad, muscular chest and powerful shoulders. He’s all lean strength and coiled power, his tall frame seeming to fill the entire space. He’s not just handsome; he’s devastatingly so, a predator in his natural habitat, and the sight sends a fresh wave of liquid heat through your core.

Your gaze drops lower, past his flat stomach to the rigid jutting of his cock. He’s rolling a latex condom down its length, and your breath catches in your throat.

His cock is… immense.

The shaft is thick and heavily veined, curving slightly upward from a dark, flushed head. Even sheathed in rubber, its size is intimidating, thrilling. It’s so much bigger than your own had ever been, a fact that shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t even be a thought in your head, but it does, and it is.

The sheer scale of him, the raw masculinity of his body, it all combines into a dizzying cocktail of lust and submission that makes your head spin.

You find you cannot take your eyes off his swollen manhood, as they take in its details, and you wonder how it will fit inside you - and how it will fill to have it filling you completely. You find yourself almost salivating at the thought of it splitting you open.

He catches you staring. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips. He finishes his task, giving his sheathed length a firm, perfunctory squeeze.

Then he steps towards you again, bending onto one knee, his hands on your slim shoulders, pushing you down so you are flat on your back. He presses your knees apart with bruising strength, then lowers his weight down onto you.

He doesn’t give you a moment to prepare. He simply pulls you back, aligning your desperate, dripping hole with his massive cock, and slams into you.

The force of it punches the air from your lungs. It’s not a gentle entry; it’s a primal claiming. He buries himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, and the sensation is overwhelming. A sharp, exquisite pain gives way to a deep, stretching fullness that feels impossibly right. You can feel every thick inch of him inside you, the head of his cock pressing deep against a spot that makes your vision white out. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He immediately sets a punishing rhythm, pulling out almost completely before driving back into you with the force of a piston.

He fucks you like an animal. There’s no finesse, no tenderness, just raw, unrestrained lust. And you find yourself loving it.

His groin slams against your pelvis as he buries himself in you fully, his huge balls slapping up against your ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh a loud, obscene slap that echoes the frantic beat of your heart. His grip on your hips is iron now, as he takes complete control of your body, using it exclusively for his own pleasure, holding you in place as he pulls out, so that you cannot reach for him, and are pinned in time for the next brutal thrust slamming into you.

The angle is perfect, his massive cock hitting that sensitive spot inside you over and over again, sending jolts of pure electricity through your entire body. Your arms give out, and you collapse face-down onto the plush floor, your ass held high in the air, completely at his mercy.

You’re a mess of incoherent sounds, whimpers and moans and gasps for air. The Compliance Breeder, has you in its thrall, amplifying every sensation until you’re nothing but a quivering, desperate nerve ending. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful, a coiling tension in your belly that grows tighter and tighter with every thrust. You can feel your own slickness coating his cock, hear the wet, sloppy sounds as he pistons into your willing hole. You want to beg, to scream, but all you can do is take it, take the magnificent, brutal fucking he’s giving you.

As he fucks you and fucks you, you are horrified to find that the thought of the condom puts you off. You think of him exploding deep within you, pumping you full of his sperm, truly taking you and making you his... and part of you realises that is what you really want. But with the condom you can't...

As this begins to dawn on you, his breathing becomes harsher, more ragged. The rhythm of his thrusts grows erratic, losing its perfect, punishing cadence and becoming something more frantic, more desperate. He’s getting close. You can feel it in the way his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, in the guttural groans that escape his chest. The knowledge that you’re bringing this powerful, handsome man to the edge sends a fresh surge of pride and arousal through you - even if he won't be inseminating you deep in your cunt. Your own climax is right there, a tidal wave building just beyond your reach, held back by the drug’s cruel constraint. You need him to come. You feel like you need him to explode inside you so you can finally shatter into a million pieces.

“Come on,” you gasp, pushing your hips back against him. “Please… I need it…”

He lets out a loud, guttural roar, and you feel him swell inside you. His entire body goes rigid, his cock impossibly thick as - big though it has been - it seems to get even bigger inside you. He slams into you more deeply, more savagely, with his deepest pump yet, as he does so, your body tenses, reaching for the explosive, earth-shattering orgasm you’ve been craving. Surely only a couple more pumps and he'll be there.