(Mikey’s POV)
I stood outside Cole’s room with my heart thudding so loud I thought he might hear it from inside. There was music playing low; probably that hip-hop playlist he always threw on while getting ready for a night out. I knew he was going somewhere. I could hear drawers opening, the soft thump of sneakers on the floor. I had no reason to knock.
After the night with my girlfriend, I couldn’t stop thinking about Cole’s cock. I had no reason to be at his door, but my desperate self couldn’t stay away. I had to see him. Maybe he’d let me worship him. Maybe I’d get to see his muscular body up close tonight before he left for his date. If I behaved, if I pleased him properly, maybe my master would even let me suck his cock. So I knocked, a little hope burning in my chest.
The door opened a crack, and there he was. Shirtless. Silver chain on. Hair wet from a shower, the smell of his perfume already leaking into the hallway and dragging me towards him.
“Yeah?”
I swallowed. “Hey. Can I come in for a second?” It was bold...too bold but I couldn’t help myself. I had to try.
He looked at me, sceptical. But then, he smirked. “What do you want slut?.”
I stepped into his room. He left the door open. There was a fresh white tee laid out on the bed, his socks still balled up on the floor, a pair of black jeans half on. He turned back toward the mirror, adjusting his chain.
“I know you’re going out,” I said.
“Uh-huh.” He didn't look at me.
I stood there for a second. Watching him. Watching his back flex as he sprayed cologne on his neck. Watching the way his waistband hugged his ass. My throat felt dry.
Then I said it without any hesitation.
“Last weekend… when I was with my girl… I was thinking about you.”
He paused. The bottle of cologne still in his hand, halfway to his chest. Then slowly, he turned toward me. “What?”
I licked my lips. “Yeah. I couldn’t get hard at first. I tried. But then I thought about you. About your cock in my throat. The way you made me choke on it. That’s what did it.”
He stared at me for a long time.
Then: “Say that again.”
“I came inside her mouth while thinking about you, Cole.”
A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth, lazy and slow. Then he laughed. “Fucking slut, you are so fucking pathetic.”
I flushed deep, humiliated. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, voice small.
But I wasn’t sorry. Not really. I had to admit it. I had to let him know that he had full control over me. Not just my body, but my mind, too. The way he spoke to me rewired something inside me. Like he could say anything and I’d still crawl back for more like a desperate little slut. I hated how good it felt. How right it felt.
“Honestly,” he said, still smirking. “I like a dirty sub like you who thinks about me while he’s with his girl.”
Then he tilted his head. “Does she know?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Does she know how pathetic you are?” His voice dropped, darker now. “That you’re desperate for your roommate and can’t stop thinking about his cock?”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “No, Cole…” I couldn’t admit it. I was too scared.
Too exposed already.
He laughed again, this time with a sharp edge. Then he looked straight at me, like he saw through me. “Cole?” he echoed, amused. “Don’t you think it’s about time you knew your place?”
“From now on,” he said, stepping closer, “you address me as Sir. Even if it’s in front of people. I don’t care who hears it. I want you to know who the alpha in this house is.”
I nodded, voice catching. “Sorry, Sir. I need to know my place.” The words came out quiet. But they hit hard. My stomach clenched. My cock twitched in my shorts.
“That’s better.”, he smiled.
He turned away and pulled on his jeans. His back flexed again, wide and clean. The socks were still on the floor. Without even thinking, I dropped to my knees. I crawled across the room. My knees sank into the floor. I reached down, grabbed his white Nike sock; it was damp with sweat, from wearing all day probably and shoved it into my mouth. The taste hit me immediately; warm, sharp and fucking hypnotic, with a deep musk that clung to my tongue. It was so raw and intimate it made my chest tighten, and before I knew it, my mouth was watering uncontrollably, my face burning hot with need.
Behind me, Cole was still talking, running a hand through his hair. He hadn’t noticed me yet, too busy admiring his own perfect, sculpted body in the mirror.
“Man, my girl was being a bitch last night,” he muttered, threading his belt through the loops of his jeans, shirt still off. His torso stretched, abs flexing under the light. “Tried fucking her throat, but she started making these gagging sounds like she was drowning. Couldn’t even take the whole fucking thing in.”
He paused in front of the mirror, running a hand through his hair, casually fixing it.
Then he gave a low laugh, the kind that barely left his throat. “She said I was being too aggressive,” he added, like the words annoyed him. “Kinda disappointing, not gonna lie.”
He tested the belt buckle. Unhooked it. Tightened it again. Like he wasn’t really focused on getting dressed. Just… admiring. His eyes flicked up to the mirror. He caught his own reflection and smirked, flexing one arm slightly like he couldn’t help himself.
Then he grabbed his bulge through his jeans, giving it a slow, cocky shake. “Be
thankful,” he said. “Her hesitation to deepthroat me is the only reason I let you suck my cock, boy.”
He adjusted his waistband again, slower this time. Still shirtless. Still looming. His muscles flexed with every shift; calm, controlled, like he knew he was being watched and wanted it.
“You worship it like you’ve been starving for cock your whole life. Like your mouth belongs on my dick.”
He didn’t even realize that all this time, I was on my knees behind him, his dirty sweaty sock stuffed in my mouth, breathing in the thick scent of his feet. It still coated my tongue. My lips were parted, jaw aching, body buzzing. I hadn’t touched myself.
Another glance at the mirror. Another subtle flex of his arm. He looked good and he knew it. “Honestly?” he murmured. “You made me feel more like a man than she did last night.”
He let that hang there like it wasn’t the cruelest thing I’d ever heard. Then he slid the belt through with a loud sound, snapping the buckle shut.
Silence.
“I don’t hear a thank you, sir.”, Cole said.
I moaned behind the sock, humiliated. Drool slid from the corner of my mouth and landed on the floor. My cock was rock hard inside my shorts, untouched and twitching with need. I tried to say it ‘thank you, sir’ but the sock muffled everything.
Just a pathetic muffled whimper.
He turned fast, his tone sharp. “What was that Mikey?”
“Uh—sirr— ”
He stepped forward. Casual. “Ahhh...What do we have here,” he muttered.
His fingers slid to his belt again. He unbuckled it slowly this time and threw it on the bed, then popped the top button of his jeans. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he stepped forward, towering over me.
“Didn’t know I had a little mutt crawling around on all fours”
He took another step.
I looked up at him, and for a second, he didn’t say a word. Just stood there; tall, broad, looming. Watching me kneel. Watching the drool dripping from my lips, the sock bulging between my teeth, my hard cock straining against my shorts.
Something flickered behind his eyes. Not just lust. There was something else.
Confusion, maybe. Like he was suddenly aware of how far this had gone. Like some part of him was asking why the fuck his roommate was on all fours with his sock stuffed in his mouth, moaning for attention. Why he had a hard-on because of it.
And why he wasn’t stopping.
His jaw tensed. Then he blinked and it was gone like he pushed that thought down, deep, buried under the weight of his ego.
He ran a hand through his hair, slowly, then shoved his jeans down his hips.
His cock tented the front of his underwear, thick and heavy, outlined in the soft fabric. Still half-hard, still fat, so fucking fat and still growing.
He crouched just slightly and reached forward, tugging the sock from my mouth. It peeled off my tongue, damp and used.
“You look so hungry,” he muttered.
His body moved closer, step by step, until his crotch was eye-level with me. That bulge - fuck. It looked even bigger up close. The scent of him hit me strong: sweat, cotton, skin and cock. My mouth actually watered.
He grabbed the back of my head by the hair, fingers tangled in the strands. He pulled my face forward until my nose was pressed against the thick fabric of his underwear.
His voice dropped low. Filthy. Serious. “You want this, don’t you, you fucking cocksucker.”
“Yes, Sir. I do,” I whispered. “I want your cock fucking bad.”
Cole didn’t say anything at first. He just hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and shoved them down in one smooth motion.
His cock flopped out heavy, thick, flushed with heat. Veins along the side, the head already wet and gleaming like it remembered my throat from the other night. It had only been a few days since I’d seen it, but somehow it looked better now; stronger, harder, like it knew I’d been missing it. I was. I was fucking starving for it.
I leaned in instinctively, lips parting, already ready to take it.
“Uh-uh.” His voice was low, sharp. “Haven’t you learned by now?”
I froze, heat rushing to my face.
“You suck my cock only when I say so. You are so fucking pathetic.” He shook his head with a grin, then bent down, his hand holding my jaw. “Open your mouth, boy.”
I obeyed. And just like that, he spit into it. A thick string, hot and heavy, landing on my
tongue.
“Swallow it.”
I gulped it down, his spit sliding right through my throat like it belonged there. No hesitation or shame. Just thick, hot alpha spit, and me swallowing it like a prize. It felt amazing. Like I’d been rewarded without actually earning it. Like just being on my knees in front of him was enough.
“Thank you, sir,” I breathed, dazed.
He chuckled. “Yeah, boy. You want my musk?”
I nodded.
“I’ll give you some.”
Then he turned around slow, cock and arched his back presenting his perfect muscle
jock ass toward my nose. The sight alone made my pulse race. It was hairy, firm, and just fucking perfect.... in-fact better than my girlfriend’s.
Like the desperate sub that I am, I leaned in and stuck my tongue out without hesitation. The scent hit me first.. It was strong and raw, thick with sweat and musk from the gym. I pressed my face closer, nose buried between his cheeks, inhaling him like I couldn’t survive without it.
“Lick it, bitch”, Cole moaned through the pleasure.
I licked slowly at first, savouring it, tracing his hole with my tongue while breathing in that deep, masculine scent. It was musky, salty, and so intense it only made me hungrier. My hands gripped his thighs tight as I went in deeper, tongue pressing into him, tasting the mix of heat and sweat that clung there.
Cole groaned, glancing back with a cocky smirk. “That’s it Mikey. Get in there
you fucking slut”.
“You love it, don’t you, fucking manslut?”
And I did. I couldn’t stop licking his hairy asshole, couldn’t stop breathing him in
and I was completely obsessed, drunk on his scent, worshipping every part of him like it
was the only thing I’d ever wanted.
He shoved his ass back harder against my face, grinding down until my nose was
buried deep. “Fucking breathe it in,” he growled. “This is what an alpha smells like.”
“Yeah… that’s it, boy.”
I tried to mumble a thank you, but my tongue was too deep in Cole’s hole, lapping at him greedily.
“Can’t hear you, boy,” he taunted, hips tilting forward away from my tongue. He turned his body, reached down, and held out his thick cock which was already leaking at the tip.
His eyes locked on me. “Tongue out bitch,” he ordered, voice rough. “Right fucking
now.”
I obeyed instantly, tongue out, my heart pounding. Cole stepped closer, pressing the heavy weight of his cock against my tongue. The taste of his precum hit me...warm, sharp and salty. My lips closed around his tip instantly.
“Good fucking boy,” Cole murmured, one hand grabbing the back of my head yanking my face towards his cock. He pushed harder as he slid his cock into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl under his shaft and slide across his cock, tracing every vein. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly, while my mouth slid further down on his veiny cock until I felt the fat head graze the back of my throat.
I gagged lightly, but before I could adjust my hands on his cock, his voice cut through, sharp and commanding. “Hands behind your back,” he growled. “I let you use them last time. Not now. This cock ain’t some pretty trophy you get to hold.”
Heat flushed up my neck as I instantly obeyed, sliding both my hands behind my back.
The position made me feel exposed, small, completely owned. “S-Sorry, Sir,” I mumbled, cheeks burning.
He smirked down at me. “That’s better. Use only your mouth”.
“If my cock slips out, you pant like a good dog and find it again with that slutty mouth.”
I nodded, throat tight, my lips already sealing around his cock again, determined not to fail. His hand gripped my hair, guiding me, pushing me deeper while I knelt there, desperate, worshipping him the way he wanted.
“Fucking whore…” he groaned, hips twitching forward slightly. My eyes watered, but I didn’t care. I swallowed his cock, my nose was filled with his scent still clinging there from when I’d been buried in his ass. Every moan my master made only made me hungrier; I wanted more, needed him deeper.
Cole gripped my hair tighter and pushed. I gagged lightly but adjusted, relaxing my throat like he’d trained me. He held me there for a moment, cock buried deep, letting me choke and drool around him. “That’s it, bitch,” he rasped. “Look at you, taking it like you can’t survive without my cock.”
When he finally let me up for air, spit and precum dripped down my chin. I caught my breath, then dove back down, bobbing faster on his cock, my lips slid over every inch of him. His hips rolled with the rhythm of my mouth, shallow thrusts that made my throat stretch, his cock was drenched from spit and precum.
I moaned around him, loud and needy, desperate for every sound of approval.
Cole’s cock slipped out from my lips with a wet pop, leaving a string of spit hanging. I waited for a split second, heart pounding, then remembered his words. I panted, open-mouthed, aiming it towards his cock like he demanded. I looked like a pathetic dog panting for his bone.
He chuckled darkly above me. “Go on, Mikey. Show me how bad you want it..”
I leaned forward, cheeks flushed, dragging my face along his quads, then upper, nuzzling against his balls until I felt a drip of his precum brush my face. I moaned with relief and swallowed his cock again, taking him deep.
“So fucking needy,” he said, tightening his grip in my hair. “Look at you… trained Cocksucker..” He tilted his hips, feeding me inch after inch until my nose pressed against his pubes, his musky scent filling my senses again.
Drool ran down my chin, but I didn’t care. My hands stayed pinned behind my back, chest heaving as I bobbed my head, eager and humiliated, exactly how he wanted me.
Cole smirked down at me. “Keep it up, bitchboy.”
Cole’s grip in my hair tightened suddenly, guiding my head down until my nose was buried against his pelvis. His cock jammed deep in my throat, stretching me wide, cutting off every sound except a choked gurgle.
“Stay like that,” he growled. “Don’t pull back.”
My hands were still locked behind my back and my throat struggled around his cock.
His hips snapped forward, deep and sudden, and then it hit me; his cock twitching as molten heat pulsed onto my tongue and immediately slipped down my throat, thick and overwhelming. Just wave after wave of it, spilling straight down my throat, flooding me with the taste of him.
Raw, heavy and endless stream of alpha cum sliding down my throat. I gagged and swallowed instinctively, the taste flooding me as I struggled to breathe.
Cole held me by his crotch, groaning low, cock pulsing against my tongue. I could feel every drop sliding down, my throat working desperately to take it.
When he finally let me pull back, strings of cum leaked from my lips, dripping down my chin to my chest. I gasped for air, still swallowing what I could, my face wet, humiliated, and shaking.
Cole smirked down at me, thumb wiping a streak of cum from my cheek.
“Good fucking boy,” he muttered, rubbing it against my lips. “Gargle it next time before you swallow. I wanna hear the sounds of you struggling.”
I knelt there, panting, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Cole stood over me, cock still dripping and glistening, a smirk carved across his face. He tilted his hips forward, tapping the messy, wet tip against my lips.
“Not done yet, boy,” he said firmly. “Clean me up. Every fucking drop.”
I opened my mouth without hesitation, tongue out, dragging it slowly along his shaft. I licked around the base, tasting sweat and salt, then up over the veiny length, following it all the way to the swollen head. He groaned when I circled my tongue there, savoring the mix of cum and musk.
“Good,” he muttered, holding my head steady while I worked. “Use that tongue. Show me how much you love the aftertaste.”
I lapped at him greedily, sucking the last streaks from the underside until it was spotless. My tongue darted lower, licking along his heavy balls, savoring his scent, the deep musk making my cock ache in my jeans.
When I finally pulled back, lips red and swollen, Cole chuckled darkly. He cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to him. “Look at you. Dripping, obedient, and perfect on your knees like a toy.”
He pressed his cock against my cheek one last time, smirking down at me. Then he tilted it toward my lips. “Open,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.
My heart pounded, but I obeyed, parting my lips wide.
Disclaimer: The next 3 paragraphs contain light consensual piss play. If the kink is not to your liking, start reading after the next highlighted part.
A second later, a stream of piss hit my tongue; hot, sharp, and unmistakably his. My eyes fluttered shut as it filled my mouth, the taste raw and overwhelming. I gagged slightly but forced myself to hold it, cheeks puffing, the warmth spilling over my tongue and pooling in my throat.
“That’s it,” Cole groaned, hand gripping the back of my head. “Drink it, boy. Show me you love every drop of me.”
I swallowed in shaky gulps, piss running down the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my chest. The smell was strong, masculine and dizzying. He kept going, marking me, owning me completely while I stayed kneeling, obedient, and desperate. When the stream finally slowed, he slapped his still-damp cock lightly against my lips. “Good boy,” he murmured, watching me pant, piss-stained and trembling.
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“You’ll never forget how I taste now, will you?”
I shook my head weakly, licking the tip, desperate for his approval. I swallowed hard, my lips still wet, whispering, “Thank you, Sir.”
Cole smirked and stepped back. Drops slid off me and pattered onto the floor, deliberate, like he wanted to see the mess spread. He didn’t say a word, just pulled up his underwear, then his jeans, tucking himself in casually like nothing had happened.
He moved to the mirror, wore a shirt, ran hand through his hair, the perfect picture of calm dominance while I stayed frozen on my knees behind him. My thighs ached, my mouth tasted of him, but I didn’t dare move.
Finally dressed, he grabbed his car keys from the dresser, glanced at me over his shoulder, and smirked. “I want that floor spotless by the time I get back, housetoy.”
I nodded quickly, still kneeling, head bowed. “Yes, Sir.”
He walked out without another word, the sound of the door closing leaving me alone, trembling, humiliated and harder than I’d ever been.
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