The agreed upon twenty-four hours is almost over. That much I do remember. My head is pounding from all of the beer and whiskey we swallowed. The previous twenty hours or so is attempting to come into focus, but not quite making it.
It’s Sunday noon as I tumble out of bed. My head spinning and I feel like I’m going to up-chuck if I move too fast. I hold a cupped hand in front of my mouth and exhale. The tang of warm piss and cum smacks me in my face. That’s the moment things come into sharp focus.
There is an indelible picture engraved in my brain: I’m kneeling in front of Phil, looking up at him as I swing on his nine-inch dick hoovering out his cum and eating it.
Why did I make that stupid bet? But make it I did. Somewhere deep down inside I thought that I would win and finally own my white trash roommate and put him in his place, but the reverse happened. He called me his slave! What kind of perverted shit is that anyway? I’m no one’s slave.
I look around our dorm room and he’s nowhere to be seen. His dirty baseball uniform is crumbled and lying next to his bed along with his damp yellow jockstrap. His Nike cleats are sitting side by side like proud soldiers on his pillow, conquering heroes. There is a hand-written note folded and half hidden in one of them.
I take the note out and read. Dear rich roommate, thanks for a splendid evening. But I need to teach you how to suck cock because you fucking bit my head motherfucker. I’ll show the teeth marks you left when I return and you can kiss it and make it better. And by the way look inside of the other cleat, there’s something that might interest you. And, don’t think this is over, because it ain’t as you will soon discover.
I try to clear my head and take control the situation before It goes further. I reach inside of his shoe and pull out my phone and hit play. POV is me sucking on his fat dick while holding his heavy balls. My eyes are closed and I appear to be in total rapture. Then I’m licking his cock head, eyes wide open and looking up at him.
It continues. I’m holding his size 12 foot, my face nestled in the sole, sniffing and licking, finally pulling his sock off with my teeth, and suck on his big toe just like I sucked his dick.
Was I so drunk that I didn’t realize he was recording my degradation?
Now, I look up and see him standing in the open door, leaning against the frame. He’s wearing faded jeans and a beat-up school jersey. His trouser snake is fully bloated, the head visible through the faded jeans, pointing down to the flip-flops on his feet.
“You’re up sleepy head. I brought you McDonald coffee and a couple of sausage and egg biscuits, not as good as the sausage you had last night, but a little more nourishing.”
I’m in a waking nightmare. I close the distance between us and take the sack from his hand. He closes the door behind him, saunters over and flops down on his bed, picks up both of his shoes and settles them on top of his jeans bulge pressing the metal cleats down hard. “Ouch! Fuck that hurts – you did some damage to my fuck stick pardner – come here and take a look.”
He places the baseball cleats between his spread legs, kicks off his flip-flops and unbuttons his 501 Levis and pulls his swelling cock through the opening holding it by the base. He’s going commando and easily extracts his member.
“Come here buddy and take a look at what you did to my dick head, almost chewed the fucker off.”
I place the breakfast take out on our coffee table and walk to where he’s lying holding his dick at the base. It looks like a hungry python moving and pulsing in his hand. I kneel next to his bed drawing close enough to smell his crotch sweat unwashed butthole. There are a couple of dark red scrapes on the head probably from my canine teeth.
“Get closer rich boy, lean in and give the head a nice kiss to help it heal.”
“Ok, this stops here Phil. I know I lost the bet, but I am not going along with this anymore. You can’t make me do this shit anymore man, I’m finished, it’s fucking over.”
“Oh dude, that hurt my feelings – Boo Hoo. You don’t really mean that, do you?” His blue eyes boring into mine.
“Hell, yes I mean it – this shit got way out of hand. You got me drunk and did things to me that went over the line – I didn’t agree to any of the shit that went down last night, none of it!”
“Settle down rich boy and listen up. I’m going to blackmail your ass so I can quit the cafeteria and have plenty of spending money, as well as a nice tight virgin asshole to fuck – you are cherry if I’m not mistaken.”
“That’s something you’ll never find out creep!”
“No name calling or I’ll have to get tough and teach you some manners.”
“FUCK YOU AND THE DONKEY YOU RODE IN ON!” I yell.
Before the words finished spilling out of my mouth he sprung up like a rocket, grabbed the front of my wife beater, yanked me into a standing position and head butts my stomach sending me tumbling onto my back. The sole of his bare foot landing on my throat. I grab it and try to dislodge it, but he just laughs.
“All the fuck I have to do is hit the send button on my phone and half of our junior class and all of the baseball team will know exactly what you are, a cock sucking slut – is that what you want?”
“No, no don’t do that, we can talk this out man. You know I ain’t a faggot, right?”
“What I know or don’t know don’t matter. What I like is having another straight jock swinging on my joint. If you were a faggot I wouldn’t want that, but this is way different, just thinking about my team second baseman nursing on my dick like a baby sucking his mother’s tit is like winning the lottery.”
“I was drunk out of my mind dude. That was your plan all along to get me in a vulnerable position so you could steal my old man’s money from me – Mission Accomplished.”
Phil removes his foot from my neck and stuffs his deflating cock back into his jeans before sitting down on his bed and buttoning up.
He picks up one of his baseball cleats and surveys it almost lovingly in his hand and speaks. “I went without a lot of meals and shit to be able to purchase these fuckers. I know to you it was no big deal. What’s a couple hundred bucks to a stud with a rich daddy, nothing.”
“Man, why didn’t you say something, I could have helped out.”
“‘Help out the poor kid from a coal mining town on scholarship, huh?’ I know how you and your rich pals look down on me and treat me like the other, how you want me out of this dorm room bro, I ain’t stupid.”
There is the look of a disappointed kid on his face, suddenly soft. The Christmas morning with nothing under the tree except the woolen socks his mother knitted for him, maybe some hard candy canes wrapped in cellophane, nothing else for him or his two younger brothers, Zack and Jeff.
Unexpectedly, I’m feeling guilty. Deep down inside my heart is showing small fissures as I look up at him. Sure, I have a new Corvette Stingray my dad gave to me last Christmas and a bank account he keeps replenished when the level drops after a shopping spree.
And what does Phil have? He wears the same faded jeans and a few shirts he rotates out during the week and a pair of beat up black Nike Air Force sneakers, and a green Army field jacket and an old gray hoodie for cold weather.
I have to admit to myself that his six feet three inches of rugged masculinity catches and holds my gaze longer than It should. I put it down to bromance, that’s all. Every dude idolizes another at some point in his life not bothering to put a label on it. It’s just what it is. What young man doesn’t idolize a sports figure? Every boy does it without over thinking.
“So, here’s the deal.” Phil says, “Finish your breakfast then strip, get on my bed on your knees, I’m going cherry picking.”
Hearing the sharp edge in Phil’s words causes fireworks to explode in my brain. I’m paralyzed, my sphincter involuntarily tightens. as I sit at the coffee table chowing down on the two sausage and egg biscuits.
He’s watching me eat as he pulls his school jersey over his head revealing two hard slabs of pec muscles crowned with hardening brown pinkish nubs standing plump and away from his chest. Both of his hands are twisting and pulling them. He’s got a sparse covering of black chest hair. A treasure trail journeys over hard and ripped abdominals disappearing behind the band of his white 2xist boxer briefs. I can see the bulge in his jeans fill with his uncoiling nine-inch cock meat.
“Like what you see champ? This big fucker of mine has a mind all its own as you might recall from last night – tasted really good, didn’t it? Finish your coffee and hop over here, we have unfinished business to take care of.” He speaks while patting the mattress he’s sitting on.
I’ve never had anything up my ass before with the exception of two fingers from that cheerleading slut Sharon, she delighted in finding and massaging my magic button causing streams of precum to escape which she gobbled up like a kitten at a milk bowl. But nothing else ever.
I take the last mouthful of warm coffee then walk over and stand in front of Phil. He reaches up and pulls the string of the grey sweats I wore to bed. They drop down to my ankles leaving behind the white mesh jockstrap I’ve worn since the game yesterday. The mesh is crusty with dried precum, piss and leaked out cum.
From his sitting position my crotch is only a few inches away from his face. He closes his eyes and inhales my stink. A smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The tip of his tongue moistens his lips. He opens his eyes and looks up at me
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” I obey. He reaches under his pillow and pulls out a coil of clothesline rope he must have stolen from some one’s backyard. He crosses my wrists and winds the rope around several times and ties off tight.
“I like to keep my bucking broncs hobbled when I take it for a ride.” He hums and slaps hard both of my cheeks with his open palm leaving large red hand prints.
Then the unexpected happens. He stands, grabs my shoulders and spins me around to face him, both hands grab the back of my head, pulls my face forcefully to his and attacks my mouth. He forces his tongue into my wet mouth cavity, finds my tongue and sucks on it while humming. Grinding his jeans covered crotch into my naked body.
He pulls away, then plants a gentle kiss on my lips.
“Didn’t expect that, now did you?”
I shake my head no and search his face desperately trying to come to grips with who he actually is, nemesis, lover, neither, or both.
“You don’t know it, but I used to get hard watching you from my catcher’s position. You’re cute as fuck bro. Fucking sexy hot in your uniform. I used to think how good it would feel to get my dick inside of your straight up tight ass, I loved watching your ass move around under those expensive silk slacks and dreamed of raping it and that dream is coming true, so enjoy what’s about to happen to you straight boy.”
“Bro, I’ve never had anything up there before and I sure as fuck don’t want that pussy splitter of yours ripping me open, so how about untying me and we’ll forget this ever happened, and you don’t have to blackmail me dude, I’ll give you all the bread you want, just let me go, now!”
Without warning he delivers a stunning slap to the back of my head causing my brain to spin around inside of my skull causing a near black out, that’s how hard the slap was.
“You don’t tell me what to do you fucking piece of shit. I’m going to bring you down to your knees coal miners style and maybe, just maybe, there will be enough of you left to sweep up, but perhaps not!
The next thing I know, I’m on his bed and on my knees, hands tied behind my back, face in the mattress, my bare ass in the air. His rough hands pry my cheeks apart and his hot breath stings my pucker, the tip of his tongue at my garden gate pushing inside spitting and sucking on my anal ring as it goes deeper delivering spit into my insides.
“Real tasty butthole boy – now let’s set my pig sticker free, it’s hungry for free range ass.”
I feel his swollen head breach my sphincter and stop. The searing pain is intense with just the head lodged in me. I can feel it pulse but hold steady.
“God damn Bro, don’t do this to me please, PLEASE STOP – get your dick out of me, PLEASE!”
“Too late for that buddy boy, I’m on a mission now. You don’t want to give It up and I gotta have it, but I need a little grease to get all the way in you, so just hang in there and I’ll be right back.”
He rushes to the bathroom and returns with a jar of Vaseline, the cap already off and a hug glob covering his dick head.
“Yeah, this will do the trick.
He mounts, pushes inside me and his slicked-up cock begins its long journey up my ass channel as he pushes steadily into me prying my shit hole apart until his heavy ball sack is next to mine and begins a slow grind in and almost all the way out.
“Oh yeah, Roger, this is what I’m talking about – I could fall in love with this ass if I tried hard enough.”
“Mother of god you’re killing me bro, get that god damned thing out of my ass – AAAAAAA- SHIT, FUCK, GET IT OUT, GET IT OUT – FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
“Just settle into it Zack – you’ll get to like it.”
He called me Zack, he called me his kid brother’s name. He fucked his own brother, maybe both brothers while his dad was slaving away hundreds of feet down in a coal mine. Maybe he learned how to fuck and take a fucking from his own dad. Incest in rural communities is not that rare and the poorer the more likely it is to happen from what I’ve read.
His cock head is stroking my button with every thrust, in and out. The pain is intense and beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
My cock is hard and throbbing beneath me. Every thrust sends another blob of precum up my urethra into the mesh of my already crusty jock.
“Yeah rich boy, this is what it’s all about. Your shit channel wrapped around my nine inches trying to vacuum the cum outta my nuts. Just keep massaging my pole and I’ll give you something you’ve dreamed about, the seed from a real man.
I stop struggling and attempt to relax and open my hole. The intense pain is beginning to fade and an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy is washing over me. Oh fuck, oh fuck!
Am I gay and only Phil could see it? I’m at a place I have never been before, didn’t even know existed? Fucking hell, what’s happening to me?
His hot breath is on the back of my neck as he gnaws and chews the tender flesh. He’s like a hungry dog with a bone which it refuses to let go as he jack hammers his lethal torpedo deep into my guts. His thick fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as though he was riding a stallion bare back and holding onto its mane.
“I knew you’d be a winner once I got you broken in and from now on my spurs are going to be sinking into your flanks whenever the urge strikes. You belong to me now rich stud, so say it – FUCKING SAY IT!
“I belong to you now.”
“Fucking say it like you mean it butthole!”
“I BELONG TO YOU NOW!”
“Good boy, once I breed you we’re going to shower and you’re going to take me to one of the fanciest restaurants in this town. And since we’re the same size I’m going to be dressing out of your closet, did you get that?”
“Yes, I got it – anything you want from my wardrobe just take it.
“Fuck, here it comes – AHHH, fuck yeah here it comes – FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
End of Chapter Two
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