Midnight Intruder, Forced Submission

A stranger sneaks into Anthony's room at night. When the stranger sees the naked Anthony asleep, the stranger can't control himself and must fuck Anthony. Oral and anal sex. Depredation and humiliation. Foot fetish.

The lock turned with a quiet click—too precise for drunken fumbling, deliberate. Anthony shifted in his sleep, sheets sliding off his bare legs as the intruder slipped inside. Moonlight cut across the bed, illuminating the hard lines of Anthony’s torso, the way one arm curled lazily above his head. The stranger’s breath hitched. He was already hard. Boots hit the floor without a sound. The scent of Anthony’s skin—sleep-warm, musky—made his cock twitch in his jeans. He couldn’t wait. A calloused hand wrapped around Anthony’s ankle, dragging him roughly down the mattress. Anthony jerked awake, eyes wide, but the stranger was already climbing over him, grinding his denim-clad erection against bare flesh. “Can’t help it,” the stranger growled, yanking Anthony’s legs apart. “Fuck, look at you—spread out like this.” He dug his fingers into the soft arches of Anthony’s feet, inhaling sharply at the faint salt of sweat. “Gonna ruin you.” Anthony’s protest died in his throat as the stranger’s mouth crushed against his, tasting like whiskey and greed. Teeth bit his lip. Hands pinned his wrists. The mattress creaked under shifting weight. No escape now.