Slave to my roommate
I always had weird fantasies of being submissive and making myself feel small. I really do not know if that is due to the deprivation, poverty, and exposure to gruesome things, or if I was somehow this way from the beginning. I was the closest queer guy in a small town with just the internet to explore my teenage horny, and that also made me hella kinky ig.
The story begins when I got out of my hell town to pursue a degree. I met YJ (19 M) during the college ceremony. To be honest, I did not even feel a single pull towards him at that time. He was taller than me, slim (I look a bit ugly and am chubby). I was too occupied with being anxious in a new environment and coping. College is hard when you are taking so many loans and trying to save a lot of money. I still remember bailing on a lot of social life and spending time in my room alone and jerking off every day. I said no so many times that everyone stopped asking me to go altogether.
Despite everything, I was a hardworking student. I completed every assignment on time, studied for my exams diligently, and worked on group projects almost entirely on my own to get the only validation I know how to get. I remember once being in a pair assignment with YJ, and it was about gender stereotypes. He had his football match, due to which the only contribution he made was making a document. Still, I completed the assignment, and we got the highest marks, without any fuss from my end. After that day, he started seeing me with kinder eyes. He sometimes sits with me when he finds me eating alone at the cafeteria. It was not that I didn't have any friends at that time, but I was usually found alone, aloof in my own weird world.
During that time, we were made to leave our college hostel as it was the rule. I did not know anyone to find an apartment tbh. Once during our usually silent dinner, I told him about the hostel situation. I do not know how the universe works, but this time it just did. He mentioned having a spare bed in his apartment room, as his roommate was kicked out of college because of some big sex scandal that was the talk of the town. Mixed with desperation to have a roof and a liking towards him, I jumped and asked if I could please be his roommate. He mentioned being more than happy, as he did not have to get any strange, weirdo as a roommate again, and chuckled. I tried to mirror his laugh, and I shifted in his room.
The apartment was not really in a great place tbh. It was a 1 bhk and had a balcony that made me happy. The rent was affordable, and the owners were really good people and not very intrusive, even after the scandal. There were two separate beds, some dusty desks with all of YJ's stuff, and a reek of sweat everywhere. YJ helped me get my stuff in the hall and went into the room, and put his big pile of dirty clothes from my bed into his chair.
He also gave me a yellow pillow from his bed and sighed, "Well, make yourself at home, Ken." He smiled at me and started looking for something. It was his sports gear. He mentioned he was getting late for his practice and did not want to run extra laps. He removed his shirt in the room and put on his jersey and then shorts. I got very flushed and did not dare to drool and stare. Within the next 5 minutes, he ran from the apartment and yelled, "See you at dinner". I was still in a frenzy and just sat on my bed. I am a chronic jerker and the closest horny guy. So, the first thing I did was to go to the restroom and jacked off; it was not even 20 seconds, and I came. The restroom was full of his dirty and sweaty laundry. It was smelling bad, and it made me cum so much.
So, consumed by guilt, I decided to at least clean the apartment and get everything sorted at least. With the hard work of at least 3 hours, I made the apartment spotless. I did not try to touch his stuff as much, but put his dirty laundry on the chair and sorted our desks, and made his bed too.
I was so tired after the reckless undoing of the guilt I had. I heard someone come into the apartment. It was YJ and one of his friends. They entered the room, and he had a shocked look on his face. His friend Jane commented on his apartment being so neat. He chuckled and eyed me with a gesture of thanks. I nodded, and we decided to chat and bit and went on to dinner.
After that incident, there was an unsaid rule in our place that I am the clean freak. Once, he even asked me why I do that, and I replied, "I am at home all the time, I need to burn calories too, haha". He laughed. It is not like he did not try to do things; there were times when he tried to clean for me, too, but soon he realized it was just easier if I did it. Soon, I started doing laundry for us, too. I used to feel so good being obedient, washing his dirty laundry that he would not even bother getting his dirty underwear and socks washed by me after a few weeks.
I started to be very horny at that time as well. There was something in his sweat. I remember the first time I smelled his socks was the time I broke my control and guilt switch. That day I became all naked and smelled every dirty underwear, socks, and shoes I had. I smelled and licked everything like a depraved slut.
From that day, 1600 to 2000 used to be the best time of the day for me, where I used to clean, sniff, lick, watch porn, and goon.
I started to get daring each time, and soon I found weed. Weed turned me into a more filthy pig. I started to get high and ate off the floor, serving online doms and sniffing his cum stained underwear. I was gooning and smoking alone all day long. Even licked the toilet seat after he peed on it sometimes.
I soon found the courage to found Grindr to find real Doms, but there were no real Doms, and I was obsessed with YJ's scent and his calm, authoritative manner. His eyes had something dark alpha in them that his Christian persona was hiding. Once, I dropped my stuff under his desk while he was working, and I just tried to snoop in to grab it. He just stayed there with a little micro evil smirk on his face. I melted because of it then and there and tried to sniff his feet.
From that time, the fantasy of smelling him in real and touching him grew massive, but I never even dared to give him a proper handshake. I still grew comfortable, not satisfied with the hidden life of 1600 to 2000, with trying new things every day. Like licking clean his dirty cleats, shiny to being under his table and cuming and licking the place where he rests his legs most of the time in the room (He took studies seriously too, but had a very diverse schedule and talents.) In retrospect, I should have realized YJ would obviously notice me tampering with his stuff daily. I mean, even very clean stuff would obviously raise a suspicion.
Soon, he started putting his pile of dirty laundry in my laundry bag and even his underwear and socks on my desk or chair. He would even almost always take me in his group assignments, and sometimes take "help" from me in his assignment, which would turn out to be me doing all his work. For me, it felt so good and natural, and exhilarating and sweet, painful and embarrassing, of him for not even saying thank you...and sometimes saying good boy and teasing me. I still did not get the guts to let him know about my feelings, and for him, it seems like he was testing me each day. I am kind of world's most unlucky and underconfident bitch of all time. So I always had something on my mind about him beating the shit out of me and kicking me out of the apartment. So I started just worshiping him as a housemaid, even extending my services to cleaning the toilet, cooking, and washing dishes.
Soon, I observed him being shirtless most of the time, his tanned, slim, hairy body, his big, manly armpits, and even his shorts were always loose and thin. It all used to make me so flushed. The most fucked up part was that he wasn't even doing it to get my attention made me horny. It was just to make me an invisible part of the room. It was one of most horny time when that he masturbated with moans audible to me one night. Soon after, he got out of the toilet without even looking at me and fell asleep. My blood was rushing like a freaking train in my ugly dick, and my almost drained gooned balls became my brains. I rushed to the toilet to just lick the toilet seat and cum again.
It was my best of luck that I found his cum with piss floating in the toilet bowl water. I was so mesmerised that I had no thoughts, and I scooped it all out with my hands and ate it all. I felt so dirty that I came the hardest in my life. Soon, the guilt took me, and I returned to my bed after cleaning up, very anxious and disgusted. I was still so hard.
The next few days, I diligently worked hard in completing our assignments, doing laundry, and cleaning the apartment without masturbating or even touching my dick, even if I was hard most of the time. This again built more submission into me, and I ocassionally got horny too that I talk to some online sub friends and rant about my issues. Some of them asked me to keep it personal as crush to a straight athlete dude always end in heatbreak, and bad case of homophobic violence in my country. Still, many asked me to actually come out to him and serve him anyway.
I chose the first option cause of being scardy bitch as I am spineless like my school friends used to say. Still, I started talking to people online and create online scenario, putting my stuff on X while worshing his stuff and putting deviant captions. Things, often become monotone and not so exciting and I used to take it up a notch by making videos and entertaining comments from various doms and fellow fags.
Another, cannon event that happened was once I wrote and printed 'Letter to an Alpha' by Sam by Hierarcy University, addressed to YJ. I used to keep it in my books hidden like my feelings burried for him. I things the letter was like placebo, that made me hit my limits and I did not need to anything further.
Not till one weekend when I was comming back from grocery and buses where so cramped that I was exhausted. I saw YJ sitting in his big loose shorts, shirtless on the bed asking if I bought his fav yogurt. I handed it over to him and started working on setting myself a nice sandwich. I was spending my time quitely in kitchen puting mayo and honey mustard in my sandwich that I heard him shouting,
"Hey Kennie boi... I got your little letter."
Listening to him felt like a nightmare going real. My head was spiralling into worst case scenario. Although, a part of me was horny too but scared af, nonetheless. I immidiately rushed to the room to face him. He had kind of smirk in his face.
"YJ." I said gasping. I was speechless but my eyes were so watery. It felt so unreal.
"Well man, I always knew you were a homo with a little crush and a possible OCD, but damn you are a freak". He did his evil smirk and folded his arms and put his legs on the bed sitting comfortably and confidently.
"Listen, YJ, I am so sorry, I know what I did is pretty bad. I am so sorry. Please do not tell anyone. I will just go to another place and even be totally invisible to you." I said, in half frenzy crying state.
"Hey, man what is fun in that. I got myself a fucking slave for whole life. I kinda knew you are were like Steve... he used to be like you running like a little dog for me and my bro."
I was shooked and the silent felt like killing me. I could not register anything at all.
"Cat got your tongue, fatty?" He barked at me.
"I... am...I please, ummm" I could not muster courage to articulate anything.
"Lol...you are a dumbo ain't yaa...:Listen Faggot" He got up and grabbed me by my arm with a clutch that I whinched in pain. "You are my slave, now and looking by your letter you are a bottom dweller and I kind of born to be on the top according to your incel cult out there."
"Yes Sir," I muttered.
"Now, you make me some nice pasta that you make and do my laundry man." He said rather calm again.
"Yes Sir." I said and started working on all tasks with my head held down. I was in no state to even get hard. It was not like I was not aroused, I was aroused af but limp from the fear as well.
I prepared the meal to YJ and bought it to the room. He did not even got his eyes out of screen. I put the plate on his desk and left to get laundry done. I was never more deligent than today.
I did everything, even cleaned all the dishes. It was really late and YJ was already asleep. I swooped in my bed. I still did not know, if things turned out to be for the best, cause I imagined this day for almost a year but it still felt really unreal and nightmarish. I was so unprepared about today, still I was so exhausted emotionally and physically that I slept off.
This is the end of Story-1. I am so sorry for the readers who read it before I submitted it half cooked. I am so busy and unwell these days. I am kind of going through crisis and want to explore some creative endeavours. I know it might be a crap story but I am trying my best as a novice story teller. I hope you like it. Please feel free to comment any criticism or any comments.
Love, Ken.
