Straight Roommates Enslaved

-Straight grad student places ad for roommate, unwittingly lets a cruelly inventive sadistic alpha male into his life and is soon enslaved. At least he won’t be lonely.-

I wish I could fully explain how I ended up here. Naked and on my knees, my dick harder than it’s ever been, fearfully looking up at my new roommate, Michael, as he towers over me. casually stroking his monstrously thick, 11-inch cock with a devilish grin on his face, pointing his phone at me while he records every moment of my debasement.

Suddenly my phone goes off on the table in our living room. It’s the ringtone for my long time, long-distance girlfriend, Jessica.

“Ha! Decisions, decisions, Richie. You could answer that and chat with your boring ass girlfriend for an hour like every night or….” Michael said in his seductively deep bass

He paused to rest his mind-destroying prick on my face and begin slowly rubbing it over all, smearing huge trails of pre-cum over all my features.

“You can do what so many have done before you and just submit to me.”

Even though I’d learned how true that boast was over the past four days, I still began to open my mouth to muster some weak protest. I couldn’t think straight and nothing came out. Sensing my weakness, Michael slowly brought the phone closer to my face and simply rested the tip of his dick on my lips. I moaned and my 5-incher twitched and spurted a little as I tried to control myself.

“Silence the call, slut, and give in to what you want way more than your girlfriend’s pussy, what you know my dick can do to you.”

Without looking I reached over and silenced a call from the woman I planned on one day marrying, opened up as wide as I could and tried to take as much of my new roommate’s beer-bottle thick manhood in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his glans, tears of despair or joy started welling up in my eyes as Michael’s laughter echoed throughout our place. How did this happen so quickly and was there any way to turn back?

Two weeks earlier

It was Wednesday morning and I was doing some research at home for my doctoral dissertation in political science when my phone started ringing. My roommate Jalen, another grad student at Rutgers, had recently successfully defended his dissertation and been hired by a political consultant firm in DC and moved out so I needed to find someone to share rent and utilities for the New Brunswick duplex we shared. I didn’t recognize the number so I answered hoping my posting on roommates.com had started garnering some attention even though I’d only put it up about an hour prior.

“Hello” I said, anticipating having to hang up immediately if it was a robocall sales pitch.

“Hi, my name is… ugh… Michael and I’m calling about the available room.” the man who would soon upend my life said, the small hitch in the middle throwing me for a second. It kinda sounded like a groan.

“Oh, hi. My name is Rich and there is a room available. Would you like to schedule a time to swing by and check out the place?” I said, hoping that the first response would work out. My expense budget was tight and I really wanted the process of adjusting to a new roommate to begin as soon as possible because I was a creature of habit and I didn’t like changes to my routine.

“Oh, yes! I’m just finishing up some things with my old roommates. Shouldn’t take more than a couple hours.” If I really tried I could barely hear a rhythmic squeaking, what sounded like an occasional smack, and Michael implying a lot more than his words did on their own. “Can I come by around noon?”

Wow, things were moving really fast and I was overjoyed. “Sounds great!” I said and shared my contact info. “Look forward to meeting you.”

“Yes! I look forward to you meeting me, too. See you at noon. Ugh…” and he hung up suddenly after another of those groan-like sounds of exertion. And the line about him looking forward to me meeting him was a bit odd but I was just grateful that things were proceeding apace. I put down the phone and started getting ready to meet my new potential room.

…..

Michael arrived promptly at noon. My doorbell rang and I popped off of the couch in the living room to answer it. At my door was a strikingly handsome man. 6 foot 1 to my five foot 9, heavily muscled in a tight black athletic tee and jeans that were painted on. Dark, Mediterranean features were framed by jet black curly hair reminiscent of some modern Greek god. I’ll admit to feeling a little jealous of someone who won the natural beauty lottery and half-jokingly worried about having to work to keep an eye on my girlfriend when she visited if this worked out.

I stuck out my hand, “Hi, I’m Rich. Pleased to meet you.”

He reached out and clasped my hand in an extremely strong grip, “I’m Michael and the pleasure is mine”, he said while squeezing my hand almost painfully on the word “mine.”

“Let me give you the grand tour” I said moving to the second bedroom. It was pretty spacious and I felt confident that it was an effective selling point for the whole apartment.

Michael didn’t say anything at first, a constant Cheshire cat grin on his face as he walked around the empty room.

“It’s perfect. I’ll take it.” he said, surprising me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see the bathroom and kitchen?”, I said, my glee at his speedy response tempered a bit by how quickly he made his decision.

“No, this bedroom meets all my needs. When can I move in?” he said with a hint of eagerness in his voice.

“As soon as you want. It’s $1200 a month for rent and utilities and I’d need the first and last month’s rent upfront.” I said while Michael pulled a checkbook and pen from his pocket. He wrote me a check for $2,400, I scanned it to my account, and we shook on the deal. Once again, the strength of his grip was a little intimidating.

“Great! I can move in today.”

“Ha! Wow, you move really fast.”

“You have no idea, trust me” he said while briskly leaving the apartment.

As he walked to his car I noticed that he seemed to saunter around like he owned the whole world. I really did have no idea. But I soon would.

…..

Michael arrived with a moving van an hour later with two men in their mid-twenties, one black and one white.

“These are my old roommates, Andre and Jake. They’re gonna help me out with the move.”

I shook each of their hands and noticed something very odd when they looked at me. They seemed to be upset about something, their demeanors sullen and resentful, and when their eyes met mine I would swear I caught a flash of what looked like jealousy or envy.

I offered to help with moving stuff in but Michael wouldn’t hear of it. He, Andre, and Jake began bringing in what looked to be a California king-sized bed. Michael chit-chatted with me while his former roommates put together the frame, stacked the box spring and mattress on top, and began putting on the black silk sheets and comforter. Once again, something seemed off. It was like Andre and Jake were more like hired help or servants than guys that Michael had been just rooming with for the past three months but I just ignored the little alarm bells that had started ringing.

Andre and Jake finished bringing in Michael’s dresser, night stand and boxes. I also noted how Michael seemed to have an inordinate amount of full length mirrors, 4 in total, one for each wall. I shrugged it off thinking, “If I looked like that I’d want to look at myself constantly, too.”

The four of us stood in the kitchen. It was now 4 o’clock and Michael had suggested we all have a celebratory drink or two and since I kept my own hours as I powered through to my doctoral defense, I thought, “why not?” Michael’s former roommates each texted their girlfriends saying that something had come up and they might not be able to hang out tonight. What followed was a dual set of back and forth text exchanges with Andre and Jake each growing seemingly more frustrated by their girlfriend’s not just accepting the change in plans.

“Yeah, their girlfriends just don’t seem to understand that sometimes something really BIG and important comes up and it just has to be dealt with. Isn’t that right, boys?”

With that, Michael put an arm around each roommate and squeezed on the words “big” and “comes” and “boys.” They each made a soft, barely audible mewling whimper and gazed up at his face. They immediately put down their phones despite their cells continuing to buzz and light up over the next few minutes.

“Some people just can’t appreciate how much fun it can be to just do what feels right in the moment. Wouldn’t you guys agree that being my roommates has opened you up in ways you didn’t think possible? Haven’t we had a lot of fun? Some might say, more than you could handle?”

Andre and Jake each started enthusiastically blurting out their agreement with everything he said. “Uh, huh!” and “Oh, yeah!” and “Definitely!” poured out of them as Michael poured another round for all of us.

That’s when I saw something that actually disturbed me for the first time and got my heart racing with a not-insignificant amount of anxiety. When Andre and Jake each turned to grab the drink that Michael offered them I could clearly see that they had prominent erections in their pants. “What the fuck?”, I thought. But when they took their seats on the couches, one on each side of Michael while I took the papa’s chair, I convinced myself that it was a trick of the light in the kitchen.

By now we were all on our third or fourth pretty strong drinks and I was definitely feeling it. Michael proposed a toast to the satisfaction of getting to know someone new and the treasure of having gotten to really know his old roommates.

I took a swig of the rum and coke and thought how crazy it was that I didn’t know this person from Adam just 8 hours before and now he was completely moved in and I was getting hammered with him. Or was I? Despite having drank the same drinks Jake, Andre and I had, Michael didn’t seem to have been affected by even a fraction of what we were experiencing. He still wore that same smirk like he knew some big secret that you were missing and his gaze seemed laser-focused, determined on some course of action only he was aware of.

By now, it was early evening and Michael asked if his roommates could crash with him tonight since it wasn’t safe for them to drive in their condition.

“Why don’t you boys get ready and I’ll hop in the shower to freshen up.”, his roommates scurrying into his room and pulling the door closed behind them.

Michael began taking off his shirt in the living room and I was struck the seeming perfection of his physique. Not overly muscled but his chest and abs were clearly defined and they were in exact proportion to his height. They didn’t seem like gym muscles but the kind that dancers and gymnasts had, made for both strength and competitive endurance.

He pulled one of my towels from the linen closet, (a bit presumptuous but most of his things were still packed and maybe he really was as hammered as the rest of us), and stepped into our bathroom.

10 minutes later he strolled out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and still dripping wet, his curly hair a dangling in front of his face. I also noticed what appeared to be the outline of a Billy club protruding from the towel. Jesus Christ, he was huge!

“Oh, sorry about that” he said without a hint of sincerity in his voice. He grabbed his dick through the towel, “I was just thinking about how much ass I was gonna get in this place, hopefully, and I got a little carried away in there. I can never fall asleep without emptying my balls. You know what I mean, right?”

Part of me thought, “tmi, bro.” But, once again, it was late, he was probably pretty tanked and, as a guy, I had to agree. Jerking off had become a nightly ritual since Jessica had moved out to join a law office in northern Maryland.

“Uh, yeah. I get it.”

“It doesn’t really sound like you do. But you will. Believe me” he said, opening his door. Andre and Jake stood in just their boxer briefs, both good looking men in their own rights, the kind of guys that would turn heads when they walked into a bar. They each bore an impatient, longing look on their faces, awkwardly holding one arm and shuffling from one foot to another like little kids who had been made to wait too long for some special treat.

Michael’s towel fell from his waist as he moved towards both men and the door slowly closed behind him.

…..

I woke up groggily at 2am to some strange sound in the adjacent bedroom, rhythmic squeaking and what sounded like plaintiff pleas.

“Ugh! …. Oh, god! ….. Eeeehhhhhh …… please ………” It was a man’s voice but pitched higher and feeble-sounding, like someone was trying as hard as they could to get something out but barely had the strength.

Smack! “Tighten up, slut. It’s only been 40 minutes.” Michael’s distinctively deep voice could be heard through the wall adjoining our two rooms. My headboard was positioned right up against it so everything was very clear.

The rhythmic squeaking intensified and I could feel Michael’s headboard start to bang into the wall.

“I’m…. gonna… cum…. please…. Sir….”

“Go ahead, bitch! I’m feeling generous. I know how much you’ll both miss this.”

“Andre made a mess on my sheets, Jake, aren’t you going to clean it up? That’s right. Every drop.”

I could hear bodies shifting on his bed and what sounded like someone falling onto it.

“You know what to do. What a beautiful sight! One mouth for each side. That’s it. Who wants to be fed first? Whoever gives the most enthusiastic tongue-bath wins. Moan and slobber more if that sounds good.”

Two sets of moans could be made out as I heard Michael softly chuckle.

Was this really happening? Andre and Jake seemed straight. They had girlfriends. Were they really enthusiastically blowing my new roommate after getting fucked in the ass by him. My mind was awhirl with the craziness of it all and the booze and I drifted off to sleep hearing Michael’s voice crescendo

“Oh, it’s Jake! Open up for the first mouthful! Fuck, yes! Oh, keep milking that cock!”

…..

I woke up the next morning with a hangover and the worst case of morning wood since my teens. My dreams had been a chaotic jumble of sounds and imagery, Michael saying the most degrading things I’d ever heard, two other voices squealing and groaning.

I slowly got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.

Michael was at the sink in just his boxers brushing his teeth. His visible hard-on resting on the front of the sink.

He paused and turned to me, “Richie, buddy. How’d you sleep? I hope we didn’t keep you up with our …. conversations. We really needed to catch up on old times. I think they’re really gonna miss me, you know, but it was time to move on and get to know new people.”

The sounds and words from last night came flooding back to me. My own dick getting even harder than it was when I woke up for some reason.

“Uh, no problem. They seemed like great guys.”

“Oh, they are. Always willing to help me out at a moment’s notice, morning, noon, or night. Truth be told, though, I felt like I started to demand too much of them. This past month they started showing up late for work, missing dates with their girls, and not getting their beauty sleep. I only really need about 3 hours a night and I wake up feeling ready to conquer the world.”

As he said these seemingly innocent things laden with double meanings, his erection flexed and grew and I had to tear my eyes away from it to look him in the eye.

“Oh, okay” I replied in a timid voice I did not fully recognize.

It felt like something momentous had started happening the second I answered the phone yesterday morning and my mind couldn’t really grasp what it was. I needed a new roommate, I had gotten a response to my ad, and it all worked out faster than I might have hoped. So why did I feel agitated and confused by this man? If he and his old roommates were secretly gay it wasn’t really my business. I considered myself open and tolerant and straight as a ruler. So why was I so hard?

“I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

“Sure. I was gonna hop in myself but it might be a little cramped for both of us, right?”

“Yeah, right.” I laughed unconvincingly and closed the door after he walked out.

Once I was under the hot water I felt a little better. My headache eased up a bit and I could chalk up my feelings of unease to how quickly my situation had changed. I soaped up my hardon and started stroking myself, thinking that I’d relax a bit more after I came. Images of my girlfriend Jessica stroking and sucking me immediately came to mind but just as I could feel my orgasm building up past the point of no return this crystal clear vision of Michael being in the shower with me intruded on my memories. He was stroking himself in rhythm with me and I lost it. I came harder than I had in a long time, firing off multiple times into the tiles beneath the shower head. I shuddered and fell to my knees as I kept stroking until I was completely spent.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I panted on my knees not realizing how often I’d be in that exact same position in the coming months.

…..

After recovering my composure a bit, I wrapped a towel around myself and went to my room to get changed. I came out to the kitchen to get something to eat and start doing research and writing for the day.

Michael was on the couch in some workout apparel looking intently at his laptop with his ear buds in. I could hear what was unmistakable the sound of porn playing and Michael seemed to confirm this when he grabbed his crotch and adjusted himself.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t notice you there. I’m gonna go for a run and workout at the park and I always watch something stimulating beforehand to pump me up. Should be back in about two hours because I’ve got some work to do.”

In all the rush of Michael moving into the apartment so quickly I never asked him what he did for a living. “What do you do, Michael?”

“Well, I have dual Master’s degrees in engineering and physics.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah, I always get that reaction. I just seem to have a knack to break things down and then put them back together in a new, more useful form. But it was just too easy to do that to inanimate objects so I decided to apply my talents to more challenging things.”

His wording threw me for a loop. What could you break down and remake but inanimate objects?

“But that’s just a hobby of mine that I’m extremely passionate about. I make my money from modeling.”

“Jeez. Scientist, engineer, male model. Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Well, I can’t seem to not change the people in my life for the better. I’m a giver and I give and I give and I give until it really hurts.”

“That’s very noble of you. It’s comforting to know how altruistic my new roomie is.”

“Not entirely altruistic. The men that I give so much to all seem to want to bend over backwards to show how grateful they can be. You wouldn’t believe how creative some guys are in paying me back for the life-changing gifts I give them.” Michael reached down and adjusted his dick through his running shorts on the phrases “bend over” and “gifts” and I was amazed by how everything he said could have an innocent meaning but his demeanor and tone of voice said the complete opposite.

“Anyway, those miles aren’t gonna run themselves. I’ll see you in a bit.”

With that he strode out the front door and broke into a near sprint heading towards the nearest park which I think was about 5 miles away. No way could he maintain that pace all the way there and back. Or could he? The man looked to be in extremely good shape and there was an air about him, that he could do absolutely anything. Why did that worry me a little?

…..

I was writing for about 20 minutes when I heard a phone go off in the living room. I guess Michael had forgotten his phone which I found to be somewhat comforting. Finally, a small crack in the perfection, absentmindedness. I walked over to the coffee table to silence the phone but when I went to pick it up I noticed that Michael had added a pic to the contact info of the person calling. What nearly made me drop the phone in my hand was that it was a pic of a man with an absurdly huge dick in his mouth. And it appeared to be Andre, his former roommate.

Shit! I guess what I’d heard last night wasn’t just from 4 rum and cokes and an extremely eventful day. Once again, I thought that it was fine, that I didn’t really care if my roommate was gay so long as he didn’t try any funny stuff with me. Then, I chided myself a little for what me and all my friends would consider to be a homophobic sentiment if anyone else said it. I was raised and educated better than that.

The phone finished ringing and I assumed that Andre was leaving a voicemail. But a text instantly appeared, instead.

“Can I come over tonight, sir? Wasn’t I a good boy last night?”

The text made me uneasy, more so from the racial undertones than the implied begging for sex. A black man calling himself “a good boy” to win a white guy’s approval. Whatever. Who was I to judge the sexual banter of two gay men?

“I know you don’t need any help but would it please you if I helped turn that new guy?”

Whoa! Now, it was my business. Tolerance and acceptance were one thing, but Michael coming onto me was another. I made a decision to have a strongly worded conversation with him about the importance of respecting my boundaries. Best to nip this silliness in the bud.

“I remember what you trained Jake to do to me. But I know I can do it better if you let me try. Please!”

I put the phone down and started walking to my room to get back to my dissertation but the phone started ringing again.

I turned around planning on silencing his phone but I noticed that a different pic was displayed on the screen. It still framed what had to be Michael’s enormous cock but this time it rested between the ass cheeks of Jake, if the face pressed into the mattress in the lower right corner of the frame was any indication.

Jesus Christ! I was as enlightened as the next guy but did Michael have to flaunt his lifestyle so flagrantly. This time the phone didn’t ring the full 6 times before it suddenly stopped. At least, Jake seemed to have some self-control.

“Please come back.”

“I’m training to pleasure you better.”

A video attachment came with that last text. Morbidly curious, I opened it (Michael’s phone was not password protected.

The video showed Jake from the side, completely naked on his bed, his erect penis wrapped in a pink bow, with a huge dildo attached to the headboard aimed directly at his ass. In one smooth he dropped back, impaling himself on what looked like a foot of wrist-thick silicon.

““Yes, Michael! Fuck me, pleaaaaaaase.” Jake bounced back and forth on the synthetic cock at an inhuman speed, alternatively moaning and begging “Michael” to fuck him like the slut he was. I suddenly noticed that I’d been watching for over a minute and that I was sporting an erection as rigid as the one bouncing up against Jake’s stomach every time he buried his sex toy deep in his bowels. Shocked, I reasoned that Jake sounded so much like my favorite FEMALE porn stars, the ones that you could tell weren’t faking their enjoyment or eventual orgasms, and I was just hard by association.

Suddenly, about two minutes in, Jake whined like a petulant toddler and pulled himself off of the fake dick he had been fucking himself on.

“It’s not enough! I can’t cum anymore without your dick, Michael. I’ll do anything you want. I’m sorry I hesitated when you told you to bring you my brother and my dad. I called them today and invited them over to stay next week and they’re coming. You can do anything you want to them. I’ll do anything you want to them. They’ll love being your slaves, too. Pleaaaaase.”

I hit pause on the video horrified by what I’d heard. Was this some kind of sick roleplay? Michael’s former roommates must have been gay from the start and they were playing out a twisted fantasy. Or they were playing a prank on the buttoned up, straight roommate of their lover.

All I knew was that it was really fucked up and not okay. And the growing patch of precum seeping through my briefs to my dress pants was some weird stress reaction. I silenced the phone and went back to my room, thinking of how I could refund his check and kick Michael out without coming across as some kind of reactionary bigot.

…..

About two hours later, I saw Michael sprinting home with his shirt off. He walked through the front door barely breathing hard, a sheen of sweat covering his brow and torso.

“Oh hey, man. Did you see my phone anywhere? I was so eager to get my heart pumping that I completely forgot it. And once I got to the park I ran into 5 or 6 guys I know and one thing led to another and they just gave me a helluva workout, completely draining me.” Michael said right before making himself a protein shake.

“Sorry if it went off a bunch. I know how much work goes into a dissertation and I’d never want to distract you from that.”

“It’s just that I’m a BIG part of my friends’ lives and they’re always trying to get me to hang out. They just can’t seem to get how easy it is for me to make new friends. I’ll keep it on me and silenced from now on. That sound good?”

Damn, he was being so accommodating that I’d come across as a major asshole if I tried to kick him out now.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Great!” he said with a big smile exposing his perfect teeth and slapping me hard on the arm. Hard enough that I might get a bruise. Damn, he was stronger than he looked and he looked pretty strong.

“I’m gonna let these guys know that I need time to get to know you as well as I know them and then I’ll hang out with them so much they’ll beg me to stop.” he said while furiously texting and closing his bedroom door behind him.

With that uncomfortable confrontation avoided, I went back to my room and started writing again with some small peace of mind restored.

…..

The next few days passed without incident and I began to feel embarrassed by what I increasingly thought of as homophobia towards a man who was proudly living his life without shame, that I had become uncomfortable with open gay sexuality and that I should be the one feeling shame at that.

Friday night rolled around and I expected Michael to depart for some hookup but he surprised me by staying in and suggesting we chill and watch a movie. I agreed and offered for him to pick the movie. He had already set up his laptop to connect to the big flat screen in the living room and chose some new sci-fi film that had come and gone from theaters a few months back.

It ended up being terrible in a way that made it very easy to laugh at and mock and we did that for the next hour and a half. He’d already made some drinks to enhance the movie going experience and about halfway through he asked if I wanted to smoke with him. I could count the number of times I’d smoked weed on both hands but I was having fun and I didn’t want to seem like a buzzkill so I said “yes”.

A few rotations later and I was pretty drunk and really high and feeling very mellow.

So when it came time to pick another movie to watch, I didn’t really think twice when he chose a cheesy t’n’a flick on what me and my friends had always called Skinemax when we were in high school and it was the only spank material we had regular access to.

Halfway through the second sex scene between the leading femme fatale and the private detective she had hired to dig up dirt on her wealthy, cheating husband, I became aware that I was completely hard and that I was rubbing myself through the shorts I bummed around the apartment in. Startled, I sat up on the big couch I was sharing with Michael.

“Uh, sorry, man. That weed was really strong and I have a thing for brunettes with big tits.” I muttered while blushing a bit.

“Eh, it’s not really a big deal. Every guy does it.” he said in a soothing voice while also gripping the very obvious bulge in his own shorts. Maybe he wasn’t completely gay.

“That’s true.”

“Listen, man. We’re not in junior high anymore. If you need to take care of that go ahead. I don’t care either way. In fact, I’m feeling the need for some relief, myself. You don’t mind, do you?” he said while gripping the waistband of his shorts.

In some muted, dazed part of my mind, alarm bells were going off and previous fears were trying to bubble up to the surface but it all seemed pretty distant and I was once again worried about coming across as homophobic.

“Not at all, go ahead.”

“Awesome!” he said with barely restrained glee and pulled his shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. He kicked off his bunched up shorts and briefs and they accidentally landed on my face. I quickly pulled them off.

“Ha! Sorry, bro. I get carried away sometimes.” Michael said while slowly stroking his impressive length, smiling at me in a distinctly predatory way. His dick was already glistening from what looked like a bubbling fountain of precum springing from the tip of his dick. He would pause to gather some in the palm of his hand before slathering it on every inch of himself.

“Well, I’ll feel bad if I’m the only one feeling good. I think I can see something that needs attention.” he said while peering at my crotch like he was struggling to see something.

Feeling somewhat self-conscious, 5 inches was respectable even when compared to the monster that Michael was packing, I pulled down my shorts and my dick also sprang free.

I turned my attention to the screen and started stroking. I was also leaking profusely and the reduced friction felt great.

“Not bad, Richie. Are you close?”

“Yes.”

“Me, too” he said but he wasn’t breathing hard and he was stroking at the same leisurely pace he had started with.

“Let’s bust at the same time. Slow down and follow my rhythm.”

“Okay” , I surprised myself by saying. There was something commanding and intimidating in Michael’s voice that I’d only heard through the wall of my bedroom the night he moved in when he was violating his old roommates.

I started stroking at the same pace as Michael. He started picking up speed and I sped up to match him, thinking that we were about to cum together, before he suddenly slowed down to a crawl. Frustrated, I continued to follow his lead. Gradually, over the next 30 minutes, I edged myself again and again in response to what Michael was doing to himself, gradually realizing that neither Michael nor I had looked at the tv screen in a long while. If I had been sober, it might have occurred to me that I was jerking off to my roommate pleasuring his huge cock but at this point I was too far gone in a haze of built up sexual tension and the need to cum.

“I’m going to cum!” Michael practically shouted as he really picked up the pace. I jumped at the chance to finally find release and began furiously pounding my meat. It didn’t take long before I convulsed and erupted all over myself.

Michael kept jacking off at the same speed that had completely undone me with that now familiar smirk on his face.

“Damn, I thought I had it. But no. You know, I think I’m too used to someone else getting me off. You ever experience that?”

Still trying to catch my breath and not wanting to seem inexperienced and lame I responded, “Yeah, I think it happens to everyone.”

“You know what’s crazy is that I had a few eager sluts begging to fulfill all my needs tonight but I thought it was important for us to really get to know each other, instead.” he said with his eyes locked on me and maintaining and steadily stroking himself.

“Do you have any idea what some people would do just to stroke me off? You might be surprised.”

I swallowed to clear my throat. “Not as surprised as you might think.”

“It’s a shame you have a girlfriend. Your hands would look nice trying to wrap around my cock.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, yeah. Do you want to see for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“What’s that? You’ll have to speak up.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?!”

“Yes, I’d like to see my hands wrapped around your cock.”

“Then scooch a little closer and do it, bitch.”

That bitch should have sent me flying from the room but I actually hopped right next to him. I reached out with my right hand and gripped the head of his dick. My erection sprang back harder than ever. He was right, I couldn’t close my fingers around it.

“Jesus Christ, your dick is big!”, my eyes wide, nervously swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Yeah, it is. You’re gonna need both hands to make me cum. Both hands and more.”

I moaned, wrapped my left hand under my right, and began pumping him.

Shockingly, I think I was closer to cumming from this than he was since my erection throbbed and twitched and Michael’s breathing didn’t pick up even as I started stroking his slickened dick with a frenzy.

“Why don’t you keep doing that with a better view?” Michael grabbed my hands in one of his to stop their motion and began pushing me to the floor in front of him.

Wordlessly, unbelievably, I moved to kneel in front of him.

“Keep stroking, slut.”

I moaned more audibly and started pumping his monster cock. My dick twitched more and more. I started breathing heavily. I didn’t immediately notice that he had grabbed his phone and was now pointing it directly at me as I eagerly serviced him.

“Does it feel like you’re gonna cum if you keep going?”

“Yes!” What the fuck was happening to me?

“You’re gonna cum before I do, whore. Don’t you dare fucking stop jacking me when you do. Understood?”

I bit my lip and nodded. Michael slapped me hard in the face.

“When I ask you a question you FUCKING ANSWER ME, get it, slave?”

Tears welled up in my eyes and one rolled down my cheek.

“Yes, Michael. I won’t stop.”

“Oh, I love breaking new victims. Cum for me, bitch”, he began to thrust his cock through my pumping hands. My orgasm was inevitable. I came like a wild cat all over the base of my expensive couch and Michael’s legs. Maintaining my rhythm on his dick was extremely difficult as I spasmed and weakly groaned but I remembered the pain of Michael bitch-slapping me and I felt this intense need to please him.

“Get ready for a treat, Richie.” 5 seconds later a fountain of cum shot out of Michael’s cock and started to land all over my hands and arms and crotch.

“Oh, my… Fucking … God!” My dick kept trying to cum even though my balls were empty.

“Whew, well that was fun. Good night.” and with that he calmly got up and casually walked to his bedroom. His dick swinging between his legs like he hadn’t just ordered me to give him a handjob and I hadn’t just had the most intense sexual experience of my life with another guy.

What was I going to do now?

…..

After taking a shower and going to sleep, I woke the next day with a brutal hangover and a creeping sense of unease. I wanted to believe that what I’d done with Michael had been a figment of my drunk, weed-addled mind but the sensations of my hand on his monstrous column of meat as he blew his load all over us and the memory of my own overwhelming, simultaneous orgasm were hopelessly entrenched in my brain.

I spent most of that next day nursing my hangover and hiding in my room. I heard Michael moving in the common areas through the wall of my bedroom. He spent long amounts of time in the kitchen, the living room and the bathroom showering. Meanwhile, I listened carefully to when he would go back into his room, scurry out quickly to grab something to eat back in my room or take a leak.

What was I going to do? I had to ask him to move out. Nothing personal and it’s not because of the gay stuff. It’s just that roommates shouldn’t do things like that. Never mind that I loved every second of it and yearned for more already. I had a life. A straight life with my longtime girlfriend that I need to return to as soon as humanly possible.

Being an academic, I started writing out the conversation I would have with Michael once I worked up the courage to speak with him face to face. I was about 30 minutes into my fifth or sixth version of the first draft when I received an email from a name I didn’t recognize with the subject line “Your Future.”

“Hey, Richie.

I’m sure you’ve got a lot of thoughts and feelings about last night. And I’m sure that right now you’re planning “The Talk” where you set me straight, refund my rent and deposit and get me to just leave your life.

I love that you all try to do that.

Before you think any more on how that’s going to go, I just wanted to share something of what happened the last time some men in my life tried to tell me ‘no’, even politely.”

That was the first time I noticed the three links at the bottom of the email.

“Click on the first link. And then try to not click on the next two.”

I hesitated a moment before my cursor moved onto the first link and clicked.

My browser opened a new tab on some adult video hosting site with the word “amateur” in the url.

The video began playing automatically.

Large text appeared on the screen.

“YOU CAN STROKE TO THIS, BITCH! BUT DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING CUM!”

My dick was straining against my shorts.

The video opened on a pov shot of Jake and Andre naked on their knees stroking themselves, Michael’s distinctively huge cock splitting the screen between them.

“Alright, sluts. You know the game. The first one to give in doesn’t get fucked tonight, okay?”

Michael’s two former roommates and current abject fuckholes sighed and pouted and nodded their heads.

“Okay!”

Michael’s large white hands reached out, gripped each roommate’s head on the sides and shoved them face-first into his cock. With their faces mashed into his monster cock, Michael began thrusting up and down. Their lips and noses and eyes were being dragged across the most impressive dick I’d ever seen in real life (and in most pornos).

Precum began dribbling down from the tip, slicking his cock as it picked up speed. Then, Michael’s fluids reached his roommates’ partially open mouths and their breathing picked up as they moaned.

Both began squirming in Michael’s grip, the muscles in his forearms tense like coiled snakes, Andre struggling a little harder than Jake.

A sobbing moan escaped from Andre’s lips and he surrendered to his addiction. His tongue darted out and began flicking to and fro on the length of Michael’s dick that it could reach.

“Well, looks like Andre lost, Jake. Lucky you… The contest is over, you stupid cunt. Help him.”

Michael let go of both them and Andre immediately latched onto Michael’s tip while Jake settled for his balls.

This went on for five minutes until Michael announced, “I’m gonna cum. Drink every drop like a good boy!”

Andre didn’t respond like any black man I’d ever seen in a movie or tv show from being called the racially loaded term “boy.” With everything I’d already seen I didn’t expect him to haul off and try to deck Michael. But I especially didn’t expect him to suck even more frantically.

Michael’s breathing picked up and his dick tensed and then it just stopped.

“Just kidding, bitch. You lost, why would I reward you?”

He grabbed Andre by his hair and had to exert some not inconsiderable effort to pull him off of his dick.

Andre’s mouth came off the tip with an audible “pop” and his face crumbled into genuine sorrow, sobbing like a small child.

“Oh, god. I don’t deserve this.”

“Probably not. What does that have to do with anything?” Michael said with a cruel disdain for what he thought of as victim number 93, threw Andre to the side and commanded “Jake, are you ready for your prize?”

Jake scampered on his hands and knees and presented his ass to Michael who took his spittle-slick cock and just rested it on Jake’s asshole.

“Come here, bitch.”

Andre picked himself off the floor and returned to the alpha stud who had just thrown him away. Michael once again grabbed his hair but this time he shoved Andre’s head on top of Jake’s ass so he was staring at Michael’s cock as it began to invade Jake’s ass.

“Thought you should see what you’re missing for being so fucking weak.”

Jake was squealing as he fucked himself on Michael’s python, Andre unwillingly helping him as his tears leaked down into his friend’s asshole.

…..

10 minutes later Michael pulled out of Jake’s ass to cum everywhere on Andre’s face except the wide open mouth he’d popped open, vainly hoping for some limit to Michael’s sadism.

I was furiously stroking my cock at this point. I’d started without realizing about a minute into the video. Just as I was about to pop, I remembered the instructions at the start of the vid and stopped.

Frustrated and afraid of what came next, I clicked on the second link.

It opened a new tab in my browser on the same site with a different video playing.

Large text appeared at the start.

GOOD LUCK NOT CUMMING TO THIS.

The scene opened on what was clearly Michael’s California king-sized bed but in a different apartment.

Jake was naked on his hands and knees, wrists and ankles tied to the four posts of the bed.

The pov shot of the camera panned down to reveal Michael’s cock lazily pistoning in and out of Jake’s mouth. By the amount of saliva and spittle that had accumulated under him this had been going on for a while.

“It’s time, bitch.” Michael said in a commanding tone (which was just his normal tone of voice).

The camera panned up and to the right to capture Andre, nude, walking to the bed stroking his penis. He climbed up behind his friend.

The camera panned down again. Michael was still slowly thrusting in and out of Jake’s mouth.

“How many years have you been friends?”

Andre could be heard clearing his throat to answer but Michael shushed him..

“Answer me, bitch!”

Jake writhes as he answers through the lead pipe blocking his windpipe.

“Gurgle. Huhnnn… sisth yearsths” Jake barely managed to get out.

“And did you ever make jokes about ‘faggots’ and ‘queers’?”

The camera pans down to capture Jake’s terrified expression as he senses what Michael is about to do next. Michael does not disappoint and begins furiously facefucking Jake, burying his entire cock in Jake’s throat with each inward thrust.

“Answer….me….you….Fucking…..WHORE!!!!”

A full thrust in and out on every words.

“yeshhhh! “ crying and gagging “yesshhhhh!!!!!”

Jake is openly sobbing under the assault. Tears stream down his face.

“It feels amazing when you bitches cry around my cock.”

By this point, Andre is right behind Jake, his dick rock hard as his friend is being strangled by Michael. Like everything Michael does, it’s a massive turn on for him.

“Shhhh, relax.” Michael’s pace lets up. “This was all for a purpose.” he reaches down and collects the tears and spittle from Jake’s face, leans forward and smears it on and inside Jake’s asshole.

“I know how much you love getting fucked by me and I’ve just been your roommate for, what, has it only been three weeks? How the time flies… I thought if he loves getting fucked by his new roommate, he’s absolutely going to adore getting fucked by his dearest friend. Whattya say, Andre? Let’s test out my theory.”

“I’m so sorry, man.” Andre’s head hung low even as he thrust forward in one quick motion, penetrating his friend’s ass for the first time. “But he said if I don’t know fuck you, he won’t fuck me.” And Andre looked directly into the camera, tears streamed down his face, and began fucking his friend in the ass with a vengeance.

“Don’t feel too bad, Andre, my boy. He’d do the exact same thing in your position and he knows it. Isn’t that right, Jake?”

Jake’s mouth was being thrust onto Michael’s cock by his friend’s fucking but he still answered “yesshhhhhhh. Yeshhhhh….. yeshhhhhh”

It took me a moment, jacking off like crazy to realize he’d stopped responding to the question and was now just enjoying getting fucked by his former friend turned co-sex slave.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna cum. Sorry, Jake.”

Andre’s thrusting became erratic as he came deep inside his bestie’s ass.

He pulled out and slunk away.

Michael picked up the pace. His cock tensed and he began filling Jake’s stomach with all the cum he’d built up over the past god knows how long.

It was too much. Cum sprayed back up from his stomach, out through his nostrils. Jake struggled to breath.

Michael kept pumping.

Eventually after a few frantic minutes, Jake’s nostrils cleared and he could kind of breathe again.

Michael slowly leans back, with his cock still lodged in Jake’s throat and lies down.

After about a minute, the sound of slow, steady breathing could be heard and it’s obvious that he’s fallen asleep while still deepthroating Jake.

Jake whimpers “Muh-cuhl?” His face is a cum-strewn mess and his expression says everything about what Michael has taken from him.

He closed his eyes and began to pass the next few hours the best way he knew how, his mouth began to slowly, lovingly glide up and down Michael’s inches.

I had barely managed not to cum multiple times throughout the video.

I clicked on the third link.

It opened my zoom application. I quickly gave permission for zoom to access my laptop’s camera and microphone even though I was naked and jerking off.

Michael appeared on my screen sitting naked on the largest couch in the living room. He was slowly stroking his glistening, beautiful cock up and down.

“Get that mouth over here, now, bitch!” I was beginning to leap out of chair when Michael ordered “Stop! On the floor, hands and knees.”

I dropped down like a dog and began crawling to the living room as fast as I could that way. I rounded the couch and saw my destiny (or my doom) sitting there like he owned not only the apartment and me but the whole world.

He stood up with a camera in one hand and his dick in the other pointing at one of its new homes, my open mouth.

“Decisions, decision, Richie.”

…..

That’s how I found myself on my knees eagerly sucking my new roommate’s irresistible tool of seduction/destruction. Tears of joy and shame flowed down my cheeks. I looked up at this Adonis who’d broken me and who knows how many others, trying to convey my adoration with my eyes and my mouth, stretched around what felt like a small baseball bat.

“Didn’t I say we’d have some good times together?”

I groaned and came without touching myself, my semen traveling long arcs between my owner’s legs.

“Usually my sluts nut about a dozen times in the first day that I break them. But I think you have the look of a record-breaker to me.”

I WANTED to break that record for him, my cock hard again already.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom, cunt!” Michael grabbed me by the hair and walked me like a dog to the base of his bed. He pulled me to my feet and shoved me so hard that I flew backward several feet onto it, my head cracking on his solid wood headboard.

“Ha!” Michael laughed and leapt onto the bed on top of me, stroking his dick inches from my face. He unloaded all over me as pain still shot from the back of my head forward.

I opened my mouth to catch some of it and Michael filled it, giving me the first of half a dozen oral creampies that night.

“Get ready, bitch! It’s gonna be a long night.”

I… had…. no…. idea.

Over the next 7 hours, Michael took me and used me for his pleasure in every way that I could conceive. He broke in my mouth. He claimed my ass and made me love every moment of it.

My mouth and ass and hands and thighs were all well-used to pleasure him. I came more than I thought possible and Michael drowned me in his seed.

My life as I knew it was over and I was made to love every moment of it and beg for more.

Michael made me break up with my girlfriend, what’s-her-name, via text message.

When she actually flew out to check on me because of how unusual my behavior was. I never even opened the door. Jessica sobbed and poured her heart out to me through 3 inches of oak, as Michael buried nearly a foot of his mind-breaking weapon in my ass, my face shoved against the door’s peephole so I could witness her heart break.

She had been weeping for more than a minute when Michael made me cum all over his dick.

When Jessica called me a heartless bastard and that she never wanted to hear from me again I was diligently licking Michael’s cock clean.

I had completely forgotten her by the time she had driven away from me forever.

Michael let me ride him for as long as I wanted for following his instructions so well.

I spent the whole time babbling my gratitude to my new master.

I moaned "I love you, Daddy!" as he filled my ass with his load.