They were supposed to be watching the big game, just two college buddies on the couch, but something in Drew had changed. The once clean-cut varsity jock had traded his polos and gym shorts for black leather and a mean streak, his bulky muscles flexing with newfound aggression. He looked ruthless as he drove another brutal forearm into Tyler’s lean, tattooed body, each hit landing with precision and force.
Tyler, with his bleach-blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and inked-up skin, had the look of a rebellious boy band heartthrob turned bad. But none of that charm was saving him now. Drew was in full control, and he was loving it. With a sadistic smirk, he grabbed a fistful of Tyler’s briefs and yanked hard, the fabric riding up and digging deep into his trapped package. Tyler cursed and squirmed, but Drew only jerked again, keeping the punishment going. Fists pounded into abs, sleeper holds were cinched in tight, and low blows landed without mercy—Drew had fully embraced his new role as a ruthless heel, relishing every wince, every groan, every inch of control he took.
And that’s when the look changed. The cocky jock wasn’t just enjoying the fight—he was lusting for it. There was a hunger in his eyes, a dark thrill in making Tyler suffer beneath him. Had this side of Drew always been there, waiting to be unleashed? Or had something snapped, turning him into the leather-clad heel he was always meant to be? Whatever it was, Tyler wasn’t just his roommate anymore... he was his prey.
TOTAL RUN-TIME: 20 minutes, 18 seconds
