“Ok Roger, here’s the deal, if the Panthers win tonight I own you for twenty-four hours and you do whatever I tell you to do, is it a deal?”
I locked eyes with my roommate Phil for a couple of seconds before shaking my head in agreement. I’m not certain what he has up his sleeve probably some kind of menial labor shit like doing his laundry or whatever but when the Eagles win I’ll put him through the same ordeal for twenty-four hours and own his smart ass.
“And if the Eagles win I own your ass for twenty-four hours no questions asked, right?”
“Right, no questions asked.”
I am confident that the Eagles will easily win the game being top rated in their division and then I’ll have a cocky smart ass to put through his paces. I’ve been wanting to put him in his place ever since they housed us together in the same dorm room. He’s handsome and an accomplished ball player, but he’s what my people call white trash.
We’re both stretched out on the dorm room’s beat up brown leather couch and into our third brew. Both of us still wearing our sweated up and stained baseball uniforms. Feet up on the battered wooden coffee table crossed at the ankle, eyes glued to the flat screen. Both of our black Nike cleats covered with dust and mud from the game we played this afternoon. Our soiled white cotton socks and blue stirrups give testimony to the hard-fought game that we unfortunately lost to our longtime rival.
A broad smile stretches across Phil’s lips as one of his cleats taps one of mine causing a subtle knock of leather against leather. His right hand slowly drops down to adjust the growing member trapped inside a sweated up yellow mesh jockstrap.
“Well, well, what do you think about that Roger, Bradley’s grand slam wins the game for the Panthers and it’s pay up time bro.”
I look over to Phil. He’s laughing confidently to himself. His six-pack abs bunch up then relax as his eyes sweep over me like a beam from a light house. The hand nearest to me grabs my traps and squeeze causing intense pain. His full lips curled up at the corners. He casually allows is tongue to come out and lick over his lips making a low smacking sound.
“What the fuck man, that hurts dude, ease off already, huh?”
“Oh, I think you can take a lot more pain if you put your mind to it.” He replies using the flat of his palm to smack my face playfully, but I detect something sinister behind the gesture that gives me pause. I can almost hear the gears turning in his head as he makes plans to own me for the duration.
“We didn’t agree to any kind of punishment bro and I don’t want to be on the receiving end of one of your bad days.”
“Remember the deal pal, I own your ass for twenty-four hours, so fucking man up, I ain’t gonna off you dude, relax and go with the flow.”
“I think we need to do a couple shots of whiskey and talk this thing over Phil, we were just fooling, around right?” I said.
“A deal is a deal man you know that, but go and bring the whiskey back and we’ll do a couple and I’ll tell you what I have in mind, so chop, chop!”
He’s got that shit eating grin on his face again, the one that I remember well from high school. He loved playing practical jokes on teammates and laughed his ass off watching their reaction. Oh yeah, he could be a real asshole jokester when his mood struck, which it did on a regular basis, no one was immune not even coach.
I walk to our narrow dorm room kitchen my cleats sending a sharp clatter on the tile floor and locate the fifth of Jack Daniels that I purchased after the game we lost this afternoon.
I return and find him slumped casually on the couch, legs spread wide. Both of his arms draped on the back of the couch stretched out and again, that broad grin on his handsome face.
“Thanks bro, hand me that bottle and kneel in front of the coffee table, but first take a couple big gulps for yourself.” Which I do.
“Here you go man” I say handing him the bottle.” Why do you want me kneeling?” I utter as he takes the bottle.
“Just get down on your knees and unlace my cleats and pull them off slowly.” He says with that annoying smirk again. He takes the bottle from me and downs three big gulps shaking his head and coughing.
“That’s good shit, a real man’s drink.”
“Why do you want me to do this man?”
“Because I told you to slime ball, just fucking do as instructed and do It NOW he shouts, I own your ass bro, remember?” smirking like a mischievous child.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I kneel in front of the battered table and reach up and find the lace of his right shoe and pull slowly not knowing what comes next.
“Go ahead and pull off that one, asshole, but slowly. I want to see your face when the stink hits your face.”
The two shots of whiskey are swimming around in my head causing a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I pull the first cleat from his foot. The rank stink of damp cotton socks and wet leather hit me directly in my face as I hold his shoe at arm’s length.
“Now cover your face and inhale like a big boy, see what a real man smells like.”
I bring the cleat to my face, toe down and bury my face in the interior then take a deep breath. The smell is overwhelming and sends an alien signal to my dick causing it to inflate against my will.
“That’s right boy, now you’re getting into the rhythm of the evening and this is just the beginning. Now do the same to the other cleat and this time take your time and enjoy the man you’re serving slave boy. How’s your old man’s money helping you now, ain’t that right?”
I have never felt so alone and panicked but fulfilled at the same time as I cover my face with the other cleat. Why is my cock straining in my jock and leaking precum listening to him claim me and make fun of me at the same time?
I’m as straight as they come. I dick chicks on a regular basis. They’re drawn to me like flies to honey. It could be the new Corvette I drive or the expensive clothes I wear, or they know that I come from a wealthy New York family. Whatever it is I love fucking and eating young pussy and get my share of it, yet here I kneel in front of a coal miner’s son on scholarship who doesn’t usually have spending money, not even after working in the cafeteria after classes. He’s dirt poor but has more magmatism than anyone I’ve ever known.
In my fogged-up brain he does look like a god as I kneel before him. Taller than me and more bulked up from daily gym workouts. His square jawline juts out when he clenches his teeth. And those sharp blue eyes -- that all the girls get lost in when he looks their way -- are now focused on me, and I’m caught in the tractor beam of his dominance.
I’ve watched him undress in the locker room and head for the showers, towel over his shoulder showing off his uncut cock swinging over a huge nut sack containing lemon size balls. The fucker must be at least six inches soft with a big head hidden by a generous fleshy overhang.
“Ok, enough of that. Drop those cleats and crawl over here!”
I place his baseball cleats on top of the coffee table and crawl around to where he stands. He’s bent over with both hands on his knees presenting that big manly ass of his to me.
“Grab hold of my ass and sink your face in it!”
Still on my knees, I reach up and grab his ass with both hands and sink my face into his uniform covered butt. I hear him unbuckle his belt and shimmy his uniform trouser down to his ankles.
There is a sparse covering of dark hair disappearing into his crack. Bare ass with nothing but the straps of his jockstrap showing. The pungent, acrid cologne escaping from the tight crack takes my breath away almost causing me to pass out.
“Stroke my crack up and down with your nose. I want to feel it part my cheeks paving the way for your tongue.”
“No, I can’t do that, you know I can’t do that man!”
In a heartbeat he spins around, grabs my throat with both callused hands and hawk’s spittle directly onto my face, some of it landing in my eyes blinding me briefly, then open handed slaps raining down on my face as I kneel helplessly staring up at him my mouth wide open in surprise.
“You god dammed rich piece of shit, you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do or else I’m gonna stomp your ass into dust and there ain’t no wealthy daddy to save your worthless ass. Do you get the fucking picture asshole?”
Then another glob of spit lands on my lips as his big hands smear it into my face, prying open my mouth with both thumbs and hawks another glob into my mouth.
“I get it, I get it – no more slaps please.”
“Use those worthless hands of yours and pry my cheeks apart and get in and make me feel good. I want to feel your tongue make love to my hole, lick it, suck on it, flatten your tongue and get inside of me and taste a real man, worship my hole and I’ll make this night one you will never forget.”
Cautiously, I slurp around his hole and feel it quiver on the tip of my tongue. Hesitantly, I insert the tip past the anal ring of his taint and slowly go inside of him. The taste is primal and dark. The sweat from a day of ball playing coupled with his ass juices is intoxicating and like nothing I have ever tasted. My cock is painfully hard and is leaking precum into the mesh of my white jockstrap. I can feel it run down the inside of my left thigh.
“That’s right you hungry fucker. I knew you were a fag the first day I saw you leering at my ass. I’ve been planning this for a long-time bro. The way you checked me out in the shower, the way you looked at my cock and butt the same way you’re doing it now, I knew you were going to be my play thing, and this you dumb rich asshole is the plan!”
I’m sublimely in another world. I hear his words but they make no sense to me. I’ve chowed down on a chick’s butthole before but it didn’t taste like this, nothing like this. This is darker, dangerous and more forbidden and way different. I’ve never thought of doing something like this, ever, but here I am with my tongue buried up the bum of my roommate nursing on his shit hole, slurping away and trying to get inside. Right now, I’d shove my entire head up his chute if I could and eat him from the inside out. I’m lost.
“Ok slave boy, that’s enough for the time being. I have something else to feed you, so unhook your mouth from my hole and get around here.”
His fingers are tangled in my hair as he pulls me around to face him. He’s looking down on me with an almost loving smile on his lips. My face is covered with his ass juices and sweat. I look up at him standing over me. One hand gripping the base of his dick as he milks up a huge pearl of precum to smear over my lips. The hand in my hair tightens. His blue eyes bore into my dark brown ones. What I thought was a loving smile quickly dissolves into a harsh grimace.
“Open up boy.” He says placing the swollen head of his dick on my tongue and begins releasing his beer and whiskey piss into my waiting mouth.
The startled expression on my face brings a smile as he cups my chin in his hand and starts a steady stream of warm piss filling my mouth. I struggle to drink all of it down, only to be frustrated as the overflow runs down my chin and drenches the front of my uniform shirt.
My eyes are locked onto his, unblinking and worshipful. I feel like a different person. I no longer know who I am. All that I know in this moment in this time is that I belong to him and he knows that he owns me.
“That’s right slave boy drink down your Master’s piss. Next, I have something in my balls that you’re going to love eating, the sperm of the man who owns your worthless ass.
End of Chapter One
Rex Larsen
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