Chapter 1: Intractable
Mike was always a very popular guy. His dating life was filled with women from his left and right. Everything was perfect for him, until he went to college. At first, things were going fine. Mike met some nice people. He was majoring in English Literature. He could already imagine himself being a teacher, although his parents wanted him to study law or medicine. Mike knew what he wanted in his life. He wanted to teach Literature. Mike was the type of jock who no matter how he acted with others, everyone in his surroundings still adored him. They worshiped him, you could say. Everyone wanted to be in his company. It’s difficult to say what it was about him that made him so appealing to others. He wasn’t the tallest guy, he didn’t have much muscle. But his hair was black and shiny, his eyes were blue like the ocean and his skin seemed so smooth. He had such charisma when he spoke, no one was able to resist his charm. Except for one person. One person who Mike totally forgot about. Someone who considered him as his biggest enemy but now is about to have complete ownership over him.
Colton suffered most of his life from bullies. At high school there was a young jock named Mike who with his friends always teased him. Mike had used every opportunity he had to humiliate Colt in any way he could. Colt wasn’t sure why Mike hated him so much. Maybe he was just bored and saw how shy and insecure Colt was. Or at least used to be. After Mike, Colt had to deal with bullies at the part time job he took upon himself in order to save enough money for college. But Colt realized that he couldn’t live like that anymore and learned to protect himself. He started training, gained confidence and strength. He grew tall and had a flattering haircut instead of that long hair he always had. After a year, he moved to college and was surprised to find out who his new roommate was. It was none other than Mike who immediately greened at him and reached out his hand for a friendly hand shake between two new roommates. Colt recognized Mike on the spot. He hasn’t changed at all, unlike Colt who changed from head to toe.
On their first night together, Mike went to a college dorm party, but Colt didn’t go. At first Mike insisted for him to come with him, but Colt politely declined, saying he was tired, but actually he stayed up all night thinking what he should do about his new roommate. Yes, they are now on a friendly basis, and they are gonna be stuck living together for a good long time and it will be a pain to screw it up, but Colt didn’t feel like he could just let everything Mike did to him go unnoticed. He wanted Mike to pay for making his high school years hell for him. He just needed to find the perfect way to do that.
All of a sudden, he heard the door to their dorm open in the middle of the night. “Mike has probably returned home.” Colt thought to himself. But he heard other noises too…it was the voice of another man. He heard footsteps entering Mike’s room. Colt carefully sneaked inside. He couldn’t believe what his eyes witnessed at that moment. Mike, the guy he knew all the girls wanted to date in high school, who never kneeled even to reach a pen he dropped, was on his knees in front of an old man, sucking his dick devoutly, while the old man grabbed him by his perfect hair and moved his head back and forth. “That’s it…now that’s a good whore…” the old man whispered. Colt was shocked. He recognized the old man’s voice. It was their professor. Colt stayed and watched the whole blowjob scene. After the professor came, he spit on Mike’s face and threw him on the floor like he was nothing. “I hate doing this shit with inexperienced fucks like you.” He complained while zipping his pants. “I’m…sorry, sir….I’ve never done it before with a man….” Mike apologized. “I…I promise to do better next time…” he held his jeans. Colt feared that their professor was about to go out so he immediately sneaked back into his room. He breathed heavily in his bed as he held his phone with the video recording of the whole thing. Now he knew exactly how to take revenge on his new roommate.
The next morning, Colt waited for Mike to get up. It was a Friday, so there weren’t any lectures and he knew that Mike was probably hungover from the party last night, but he knew that he was about to wake up sooner or later. Meanwhile, he took the time to plan his perfect revenge on Mike now with the new information he found out about him.
Colt sat on the couch watching TV, when Mike walked out of his room. He didn’t say a word to him. As if he didn’t exist. Mike probably wasn’t trying to be mean this time, Colt understood that he was hungover and too tired to talk, but he knew that it would be the last time Mike didn’t greet him in the morning. “Good morning, Mike.” He called to him. “Hmmm?” Mike answered as he tried to open the refrigerator. “Good…why…is the refrigerator locked?!” He tried to push the handle but it wouldn’t budge. “Oh yes, I wanted to inform you. Come here, there are some changes I decided to make.” Colt explained. “Changes?! What the fuck are you talking about?” Mike asked furiously. “Come here, Mike. I’ll explain it to you.” Colt took a sip of his coffee. “Explain what?! You fucking…”
“Mike.” Colt said his name with a stern tone which made Mike jump and he walked towards the couch, but Colt immediately stopped him from sitting down next to him. “Ah, ah, ah. First rule, you don’t sit on any furniture unless I tell you.” Mike growled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” He asked angrily, his whole face was flustered. “Who am I…” Colt giggled. “You still don’t know?” He asked him with a cocky smile. Mike grunted his teeth as Colt reached his arm. “Colton from high school, does that ring a bell to you?” Suddenly from an expression of anger, Mike’s face changed to fear. “What? No…it can’t be…you can’t be him…you’re…” he mumbled. “What? Hot as fuck?” Colt grinned at him. “And I saw what you did with our professor last night. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone else to find out…such a shame, I have it filmed on my phone.” Mike frowned and reached his hands to Colt’s shorts pockets. “Give it to me! Give it now—“ he yelled, until Colt gave him a sharp slap on his cheek, making him fall to the floor. “Wow…that felt…great…” Colt waved his hand, while Mike held his red cheek in shock. “Would love to do it again…but I’d feel kinda bad ruining your pretty face…” tears started forming in Mike’s eyes. “Look, Colt…” he touched Colt’s knees. “I-I didn’t mean to do that to you back then please, I’m sorry…” he apologised. “Go on.” Colt said with a numb expression. Of course he wasn’t buying it, but he was still interested in what Mike had to say for himself. After all, it would probably be the last time he would be able to speak without Colt’s permission. Might as well let him have his monologue, Colt wasn’t THAT cruel. “And last night…I-i was drunk…I don’t know what you think you saw but I’m not gay!! And I can’t let anyone find out about it! I was just trying to explore…I-it doesn’t matter! You obviously don’t give a fuck about that, so please…I’m begging you…don’t do what you’re about to do…I’ll do anything…” he begged. “Man…you know, Mikey….” He grabbed him by the chin with his fingers. “I always imagined what it would be like to see you cry…I never thought it would turn me on this much…” he held his hair roughly making him cry harder. “P-please…Colt…” he begged under his grip. “It’s Master now. Say it.” Mike cried, Colt’s grip turned tighter. “Say it. Now.” He ordered him. “M-master…master!!” Mike cried and Colt let go of his hair. “Good boy…” he patted him on the head. “So this is how it’s gonna go, Mikey. You are about to see what it’s like being my slave.” Mike’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Don’t look at me like that, you should be honored to be my slave.” Colt said to him. “You don’t want to end up in the arms of some old dirty man again just to have your fantasies be granted, right? It’s better for you to be my slave. There are a lot of sick fucks out there…” he let out a chuckle. “Say it. Say that you are my slave.” Mike started crying again. “Don’t waste your tears, you’re gonna be crying a whole lot later. Now say it, before I smack you again, faggot.” Mike lowered his head. “I’m…your slave…” Colt grabbed his head again and forced him to look into his eyes. “Now say it. Again.” He ordered. “I’m your slave…I’m your slave…” he cried. “Good. It will stick to your brain eventually, it would probably take a while to train you, but it will be worth it in the end.” Colt said. “So I’m about to go over the rules…
1.You will address me as Master every time we are together in the dorm.
2.When you don’t have classes, you are to clean this place, prepare food, and wash my clothes.
3.I will teach you how to greet me each and every morning. For now your mornings will start at least an hour earlier than mine so you could have yourself prepared.
4.You will be on any furniture only when I say you can (bed, sofa, a chair…) You will sleep on the floor, eat on the floor and be on the floor unless I say otherwise.
“Are there any questions, slave?” Colt asked him. Mike lowered his head in defeat. “Another rule, you will always answer me when I address you, is that clear??” Colt asked in a demining tone. “Yes, Master.” Mike raised his head.
“Training begins now.” Colt declared.
