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Evan had never been more humiliated in his life.

Yeah, it was humiliating when he was being sexually harassed by Ronan, but at least he knew the guy. He knew what Ronan was capable of.

Luke was practically a stranger still. They had met and talked at the New Years party but that was it. Evan had no idea how smart he was, how fast he was, how strong he was... All he could estimate was how crazy he was.

The Asian could feel the American's eyes burning into him and it made his skin crawl. He shuddered and continued to think about how humiliated he was at the moment.

"This is the best Valentine's Day ever," Luke smirked. "I've always wanted a new pet and now I have one." He adjusted the chain in his hand and brought one leg down from the bed that he sat on. "I used to have a cute little bunny but he ran away from me. It's okay, though, because I know where he is. But now I have a cute little nerd."

A tug on the chain made Evan move forward desperately. Every time the chain was pulled, the collar would get tighter and started to suffocate him. So as much as he hated doing it, he had to crawl closer to Luke to be able to breathe.

Not only was he getting closer, but he was getting closer to that disgusting tent in Luke's boxers. And considering Evan was completely nude and vulnerable, he already knew where this was going.

His subconscious told him to pretend that it was Jonathan and not Luke, but he refused to do it in fear that he might actually enjoy all of what was happening.

"You like fantasy stories, don't you? Tell me, pet, what are some of your fantasies?"

The merriment in his tone made Evan sick to his stomach. Now he'd never think of the fantasy genre the same way again.

It became apparent that the male above him was waiting for any sort of answer, but Evan refused to say anything. Shoot, even if he wanted to respond, he didn't know what he was supposed to say. He didn't have sexual fantasies.

With a sudden and austere pull of the chain, Evan's face was forcibly held against the tent in Luke's boxers. He could swear that the longer he was held there, the more the dick underneath the cloth twitched and grew. It was absolutely nauseating.

"When I talk to you or ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do you understand me?"

Deciding that nodding would be a bad idea in many ways, Evan whimpered out, "Y-Yes..."

Luke pulled Evan away from him and said, "Good," as sternly as possible. Then he continued by stating, "You're going to suck me off and if you try to object in any way, you'll be punished. Understand me?"

"Yes..."

The boxers came off and now Evan was really scared for his life. The only dick he had ever seen was his own, for Christ's sake! And now he was expected to pleasure this stranger's? He didn't even know where to begin. He didn't masturbate or anything like that. What was he supposed to do? Evan was as much of a virgin as one could get. That's why Jonathan never did anything more than touch his thighs when he wore shorts or a skirt.

"Well? It's not going to suck itself. Either you do it willingly or I force you to do it."

Evan didn't like those choices, but he didn't want to make things worse for himself. So, hesitantly, he leaned forward on his own and gave a small glide of his tongue to the underneath of Luke's girth.

A groan resonated from the older's throat and it gave Evan somewhat relief. However, Luke was becoming quite annoyed and impatient so he pushed his pet's head down as far as it would go.

Unfortunately, Evan has a strong gag reflex, so vomit threatened to come up. He gagged and Luke growled in response.

"Take all of it like a good boy or else there'll be consequences."

Poor Evan had to take the throat-fucking like an intimate object. There was a constant battle between his body and his mind that it was extremely difficult to hold down the regurgitation. But he did it. After what felt like hours of suffering from the abuse, Luke was ready to release his load.

And he was ready to release it in Evan's throat.

"Swallow it," Luke demanded.

So he did. It was salty and tangy and overall gross, but he did it.

They stayed still for a few minutes before Luke let go of Evan entirely, chain and all. He stood up and slid his boxers back on. Then he walked out of the room like he hadn't just orally raped someone.

The tears that had begun to well in Evan's eyes from the constant suffocation were finally flowing.

He sat there and cried and cried and cried, feeling completely dirty from the sweat, tears, and leftover cum that covered him.

Months prior to this, he imagined spending Valentine's Day with Jonathan in the most sweetest way; instead, he got this.

Evan had never been more humiliated in his life.