I scoured online frantically, looking for a new flat. I’d moved to London only three months ago with a generous salary, and just my luck, the company had gone bankrupt. I could barely afford my flat on that wage, let alone now that I was jobless.
Ugh, this all seems hopeless, I thought to myself. Should I just move home?
I jolted upright, let out a sigh, and spoke to myself. “That’s not the mindset.”
I just needed to power on and find somewhere cheaper. I had some money in savings that should keep me afloat until I found a new job. Besides, there was no chance I was moving back to the countryside now. There was nothing for me there. No opportunities, no excitement, and definitely no future.
I scrolled through shared apartment sites for what felt like the hundredth time. Honestly, how was London this expensive? Every listing was either ridiculously overpriced or looked like somewhere I'd end up on a true crime documentary.
I couldn't find a single place I could actually afford.
Should I even stay? The negative thoughts started creeping back in. What have I even gained from being in London these past few months? I'd met no one. I was jobless, and soon I'd probably be homeless too.
Maybe I should just give in.
Then, before I could sink any deeper into my own pity, one listing caught my eye.
Someone was looking for a roommate.
There were no photos, no description worth mentioning, just a phone number attached to the ad.
Fuck. This looks sketchy as hell.
There was no way I should text, surely its a scam.
But after days of endless searching, maybe desperation was starting to outweigh common sense. As much as London had kicked me around these past few months, I still wasn't ready to leave.
I copied the number into WhatsApp and typed out a message.
"Hey, saw your listing. Have you got any pics of the flat?"
I stared at my screen for a few minutes before putting my phone down.
An hour passed with no reply.
It was pretty late by the time I'd worked up the courage to send the message anyway. Eventually, I gave up waiting.
I'll head to bed. Hopefully there'll be a response in the morning.
The next morning, I grabbed my phone before I'd even properly opened my eyes.
There was a reply.
And photos.
Please, please, please don't be awful.
I opened them immediately and felt a wave of relief.
It actually looked good.
The place was small, but clean. Two bedrooms, one ensuite, a compact open-plan kitchen, and a little living area squeezed in beside it with a sofa and TV. Nothing fancy, but honestly it looked surprisingly similar to my current flat.
Just with an extra bedroom.
I quickly replied, asking for the address so I could arrange a viewing.
Almost instantly, another message popped up.
I looked at the address and frowned.
What the fuck?
It looked familiar.
I opened my maps and compared it to my own address.
Wait.
It's the same building.
I immediately typed back.
"Omg, I think this is the same building as mine. What floor?"
The reply came through seconds later.
"Ah cool. I'm on the twelfth."
I blinked.
Shit.
I was literally on the floor below.
For the first time all week, I couldn't help smiling.
This was perfect.
I quickly typed back, but before I could even hit send, another message popped up.
"Hey, I'm in now. Do you want to come up and see it?"
Perfect. I literally have no plans. I'm jobless.
A grin spread across my face as I typed my reply, a little giddy that something had finally gone right for me since moving to this city.
"Yeah, I'll be up at 10."
I practically raced to my bedroom, yanking open drawers and throwing clothes onto the bed.
I need to look presentable, I thought. But also normal. Oh God, what does normal even look like?
This wasn't a date. It was a flat viewing.
But it was also potentially the difference between having somewhere to live and moving back home with my tail between my legs.
In the end, I settled on a pair of jeans and a fitted white T-shirt. Simple. Safe. Normal enough.
A few minutes later, I headed upstairs, trying not to get my hopes up too much.
As I reached the twelfth floor, a thought suddenly hit me.
Wait.
Who even lives here?
I knew absolutely nothing about them. Age. Gender. Job. Nothing.
For all I knew, I could be about to walk into the world's weirdest living situation.
I crossed my fingers and hoped for someone relatively normal.
I knocked.
And waited.
And waited.
Just as I was starting to wonder if they'd changed their mind, I heard movement behind the door.
Then a deep voice called out.
"One moment. I'm just putting some clothes on."
My stomach did a weird little flip.
Why?
I had no idea.
A few seconds later, the lock clicked.
The door opened.
My head craned upward as the door opened.
Jesus.
He was tall.
I never thought of myself as short at five foot nine, but standing in his shadow made me feel tiny. He had to be at least six foot six. Maybe taller. How had I never seen him around the building before? Surely someone that size should have been impossible to miss.
As my brain struggled to process his height, my attention drifted lower.
The guy was built.
Not just fit … built.
His shoulders nearly filled the doorway, broad enough to make the frame look narrow. Thick beefy arms stretched the sleeves of the black T-shirt he'd clearly thrown on in a hurry, and his chest so round and thick that the shirt looked like it was fighting a losing battle, pulled tight across his huge rounded muscles that suggested he'd spent more time in the gym than most people spent at work.
I caught myself staring.
His skin was tanned, contrasting sharply against the dark shirt, and his black hair looked slightly messy, as though he'd run a hand through it moments before answering the door. Somehow the messy look only made him more attractive.
Ridiculously attractive, actually..
My eyes continued their traitorous journey.
Who the hell was this guy?
And then i noticed it… well it was hard not too , or maybe even he was hard. No fucking way someone bulge is that big. It can't be ! his little shorts were hanging low stretched down by the weight and sheer size of his dick. His pubes on full display , Who the hell was this?
Before my thoughts could spiral any further, I felt a large hand settle on my shoulder.
Even the gesture felt substantial.
His palm was warm, his grip light, but there was strength behind it that made me suddenly aware of just how much bigger he was than me.
Then he crouched slightly until we were almost eye level. His deep-set green eyes locked onto mine, and for a second it felt like he was staring straight into my soul.
Fuck.
His face was gorgeous.
"Hey, are you coming in then? Can't wait to give you a tour."
I looked up at him.
"Hi, yes... erm, sorry. Yes, I'd love to come in."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Max," I mumbled, dropping my gaze to the floor and avoiding his intense stare.
"Nice to meet you too, Max. I'm Dan. So, shall we get this tour started?"
"Yeah, lead the way, Dan."
I could already feel myself relaxing. He spoke slowly, sounding slightly dozy, but despite the depth of his voice there was something gentle about him.
He removed his hand from my shoulder and stood back up, once again towering above me.
As he turned and motioned for me to follow him inside, his physique somehow looked even more dramatic. His enormous shoulders tapered into a surprisingly slim waist before widening again into giant thighs, each one looking bigger than my torso.
He walked me around the flat, pointing things out as he went.
"This is the kitchen."
I nodded.
"This is the living room."
Another nod.
"This is a sofa."
I blinked.
Was he serious?
A laugh escaped me.
"I couldn't tell."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
For the first time, he looked almost amused.
"Haha, I know! I'm just trying to give you a good tour, Max!"
Awh.
He sounded genuinely pleased with himself.
"Well, you're doing a great job, Dan. The place is great. Nearly identical to my own, actually. Excited to see the bedrooms, Mr Tour Guide."
His face immediately brightened.
"Really?"
"Really."
A dopey grin spread across his face.
"Well then, we'll head to your room next!"
After he'd finished showing me the shared spaces, he led me down the short hallway. The bedroom doors sat opposite each other, facing the kitchen.
"So your room would be quite small, Max, but the kitchen space is big, so I hope that's okay."
"I'm sure it'll be great. At this price, anything would be amazing."
The room was small. Just a double bed pushed into the corner and a small desk.
But honestly, I didn't care.
I'd moved to London with almost nothing.
"It looks good, Dan. I can definitely see myself here."
"Yay! I'm glad you like it, Max."
He laughed.
"I was nervous."
"You were?"
"Yeah. Haha. I wouldn't manage in a room this small."
His eyes flicked around the room before looking down at himself.
I laughed
"Fair point."
He led me back into the living room and dropped onto the sofa, patting the cushion beside him.
"Come sit."
His frame practically swallowed the furniture. One arm stretched along the back cushions while his massive bicep rested across the couch, veins running down his forearm.
I sat beside him carefully, trying not to take up too much space.
He glanced over.
"Don't be a stranger, Max. You're sitting miles away."
I really wasn't.
Still, I shuffled a little closer.
"There you go."
He spread his legs slightly, his thigh pressing against mine.
I twisted my fingers together nervously.
His leg dwarfed my own.
He made me feel small.
Not because he'd done anything wrong. He'd been nothing but welcoming and kind. It was just impossible to ignore his size.
My eyes drifted back to the floor.
"So, Max, why're you moving?"
Then he paused.
"Actually, first go grab me a beer from the fridge, please."
I blinked.
Weird.
Why was he asking me?
Still, I found myself standing up and heading to the kitchen.
A moment later I returned and handed him the bottle.
As he reached for it, his hand wrapped around mine.
Startled, I fumbled.
The beer slipped from my fingers.
"Someone's got slippery hands!"
He laughed and caught it before it hit the floor.
My heart was racing.
I could still feel the warmth of his hand against mine.
"Do you want one, Max?"
"No, I'm okay, Dan. Thank you."
I could feel my face growing warm.
"Well, I'll have yours then. Go get me another."
This time there was no "please."
Before I could question it, I was already halfway to the fridge.
As I opened the door, he called over from the sofa.
"Actually, just grab me the crate. I'm so thirsty."
I paused.
The whole crate?
I glanced back.
Dan looked completely serious.
Not demanding.
Not rude.
Just genuinely thirsty.
So I grabbed the crate and carried it over.
"Thanks, Max."
He took it from me and set it beside the sofa like this was the most normal thing in the world.
Then he patted the cushion next to him again.
I sat down, this time a little closer.
His arm rested along the back of the sofa just behind me, the warmth of his body radiating through the small gap between us.
"So, Max, why are you moving?"
"The company I worked for—"
"Dammit, I'm starving."
I blinked.
I'd barely managed four words before he'd interrupted me about food.
Dan rubbed a hand over his stomach.
"Are you hungry?" He thought for a second. "Hmm. Actually never mind, I'll wait."
I opened my mouth.
"Nope. I'm not waiting. I need food now."
Before I could respond, he'd already pulled out his phone and started ordering a pizza.
"What were you saying, Max?"
"The company I worked for—"
"When the belly needs food, I've gotta listen."
He nodded and rubbed his stomach again as if he'd just shared some ancient wisdom.
I stared at him.
"Right..."
"Anyway, carry on."
"Well—"
"I'm off for a piss."
Before I could get another word out, he stood up and wandered off towards the bathroom.
I sat there in stunned silence.
This couldn't be a normal conversation.
A minute later he returned, dropping back onto the sofa as if nothing had happened.
Before he could interrupt me again, I blurted it out.
"The company I worked for went under and I need a cheaper place while I look for work."
"Oh."
His expression immediately softened.
"Oh, Max, that's shit."
For the first time all afternoon he looked completely focused on what I was saying.
"Well, this place is yours if you want it. You can move in now."
I blinked.
Seriously?
That was quick.
He'd learned almost nothing about me and was already offering me the room.
Still, the relief of finally finding somewhere to live made my irritation evaporate.
"Oh, perfect. Most of my stuff is already packed in boxes, so I can move it up now if that's okay."
"Where do you live now?"
"The flat below."
"Oh."
A pause.
"Why are you moving then?"
I stared at him.
Was he serious?
"My job, remember? The company going under?"
"Oh yeah."
Another pause.
"And you said you lived downstairs in the messages."
"Yes."
"Oh."
Another pause.
Then his face lit up.
"Oh yeah!"
He jumped to his feet.
"Well get moving then! I'm excited to have a roomie!"
The complete lack of thoughts behind his eyes would have been concerning if he wasn't so ridiculously enthusiastic.
He hurried me out the door and shut it loudly behind me.
For a moment, I just stood there, replaying the last twenty minutes in my head.
I knew Dan was rude.
At least, I thought he was.
The problem was none of it felt intentional.
He kept interrupting me, kept asking me to grab him drinks, kept acting as though we'd known each other for years, yet somehow he never sounded rude when he did it.
I was so confused.
I'd never met anyone like him before.
It was almost as if his mind was made entirely of air.
Yet despite all that, I found myself smiling.
The whole encounter had been bizarre, but there was something strangely charming about him.
Anyway, this was good, right?
I'd found a new place to live, and my new roommate seemed kind enough.
Even if he was completely insane.
Back in my apartment I caught my reflection in the mirror and thinking of Dan's body I hated what I saw. My hands moved over my chest, feeling the shallow definition. My waist looked narrow and useless compared to the solid wall of Dan's torso. My shoulders sloped instead of spreading wide. Even my ass looked too round, too plush, like it belonged to a girl .
I unbuckled my pants with shaky fingers and let them drop. My cock sat there, barely two inches soft, my balls small and tight against my body. Pathetic. I couldn't stop picturing Dan's bulge, the heavy, obvious outline that stretched his shorts even when he wasn't hard. The difference was brutal. Mine looked like a boy's next to the thick, hanging weight I'd seen pressed against his clothes. I stood there staring, feeling smaller by the second, every inch of me screaming how little of a man I really was.
But soon I was going to be living with him, and these thoughts needed to get out of my head.
I splashed cold water onto my face and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. I brushed my hair back and gave myself one last look over.
At least I've got one thing going for me, a very pretty face.
The thought made me laugh. Here I was worrying about impressing my new roommate when I should have been worrying about the fact I'd just agreed to move in with the strangest man I'd ever met.
Pushing Dan from my mind, I started packing my things into boxes.
The one benefit of only having lived in London for a few months was that I barely owned anything. Just the basics, really. My flat had come furnished, so there was no furniture to move, no endless piles of belongings to sort through.
Within a couple of hours, most of my life was packed away and stacked neatly by the door, ready for the shortest house move in history … one floor up.
So I began my journey, carrying my boxes up the stairs.
It was kind of crazy when I thought about it. Everything I owned fit into just three boxes. Three months in London and my entire life could still be moved in a handful of trips.
As I stacked the last box outside Dan's door, I paused for a moment.
A knot of nerves twisted in my stomach.
I hope he isn't always so slow, I thought to myself . But at least he seemed harmless
I knocked and waited
A few seconds later it opened.
And there stood Dan.
The door swung open and my stomach dropped. Dan stood there in nothing but tight red boxers looking like a perfect hunk, every thought I had vanished. His skin was a deep bronze, smooth and soft over muscle that looked beefy and thick . His pecs were massive , round, heavy, impossibly large looking heavy on his chest, capped with cute puffy pink nipples that looked almost obscene on such a hard body. Below them his abs were thick and deep, but sat on a slightly rounded swell that only made the V-cut leading down to his crotch look sharper.
That bulge was impossible to ignore. The red fabric was stretched so tight it looked ready to rip, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible, heavy and soft, hanging at least eight inches down one leg. Even flaccid it looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen. My own pathetic two-inch nub twitched uselessly in comparison, already shrinking further from sheer humiliation.
His thighs were obscene, each one thicker than my entire torso, packed with muscle that flexed with every tiny shift of his weight. Standing next to him I felt like a child. My narrow shoulders, my soft little waist, my round ass none of it mattered next to this absolute stud.
And then he spoke with that ditsy voice that did not match his body at all
“Hey Max or should I say roomie ! ill grab the boxes and put them in your room”
I tried to keep my eyes down but they refused. They kept crawling back up his body, tracing a thick ridge of muscle.
"Thanks," I mumbled, staring at the floor.
Dan bent down and grabbed my boxes before I could stop him.
All of them.
At once.
My eyes widened.
"Dan—"
Too late.
He was already walking away carrying everything I owned like they weighed nothing.
He marched into my room and dropped the boxes onto the floor with a series of heavy thuds.
Luckily nothing inside was fragile.
Not that he knew that.
"Max! All done!"
He beamed at me proudly.
"You can unpack those later. First I need your help in the kitchen."
I followed him through the flat.
While we'd been moving my stuff upstairs, the place had somehow become even messier. Empty pizza boxes covered the counters, beer cans sat scattered everywhere, and random bits of rubbish had accumulated across almost every surface.
Dan spread his arms.
"Well, since I helped with your boxes, could you help me with all this rubbish?"
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
"...Okay."
Why was I cleaning his mess?
"Where's the bin?" I asked.
He pointed directly behind me.
Then grabbed another beer from the fridge and sat himself on one of the kitchen stools.
"Thanks, Max."
And just like that, I somehow became the cleaner.
As I worked, Dan sat there drinking beer and asking me random questions.
"What's your favourite dinosaur?"
I looked over my shoulder.
"What?"
"Dinosaur."
"I don't know."
"Hmm."
He nodded thoughtfully.
"Good answer."
A few minutes later:
"Do you think penguins have knees?"
Then:
"How many slices of pizza do you think I could eat before it became medically concerning?"
Twenty minutes later the kitchen was spotless.
I dropped the final piece of rubbish into the bin.
"All done then, Dan. Thanks for the help."
I couldn't resist the sarcasm.
"No worries, Max!"
He smiled warmly.
Then tossed his now-empty beer can into the bin.
Well.
At the bin.
The can bounced off the rim and landed on the floor.
I stared at it.
He stared at it.
"Looks like you forgot one."
I pointed.
"Oh."
He considered it for a moment.
Then a new beer.
"Anyway."
I blinked.
"Anyway?"
"I should probably start unpacking my boxes, Dan."
"Nope."
"What?"
"Nopey nopey nope."
He slid off the stool.
Standing upright His body now once again on full display those little red shorts looked like they were now carrying even more. So full of cock and stretched so low now i could see the base of his veiny shaft. It looked thick , like thicker than my wrist. I couldn't help but stare well until he noticed.
“Why are you staring? I spilled some beer?”
I could feel myself turning red .
“Im just not used to seeing a guy in well just pants.” i tried to laugh it off it was strange after all he'd barely known me and was already so comfortable being half naked around me.
“Well I just like my meat to breathe. Wearing trousers is a pain, they squish my dick and it doesn't feel good.”
“Fair enough dan.”
"I'm bored."
I stared at him. It was like he didn't find that interaction awkward.
I brought up "my boxes…" once again
"Do them later."
He waved a dismissive hand.
Then grinned.
"Let's watch something."
Before I could argue, he was already heading towards the sofa as if the discussion had been settled. His ass is on full display in those skimpy red briefs.
“Come join me max, those boxes can be done later.”
I begrudgingly joined in all honesty. I couldn't be bothered to get started on my boxes anyway and maybe it would be nice to watch a film with him. It would be good for us to get to know each other more !
So I sat down, and once again Dan gestured for me to move closer.
I shuffled across the sofa until our legs touched.
They were surprisingly warm.
And smooth.
I frowned.
"Dan, do you shave your legs?"
"Of course." He looked at me as if I'd asked whether he brushed his teeth. "Don't you?"
"Why would that be normal?"
His face twisted with disgust.
"Ew, no. It isn't. It's gross."
What on earth was he talking about?
Before I could argue, he reached down, grabbed my calf, and yanked my jeans up above my shin.
"Hey—"
He squinted at my leg.
Then, in the same tone someone might use to point out a stain on a shirt, he announced:
"You're gonna need to shave these ASAP, Max. It's gross."
"What? Why?"
"Because I don't like it."
I stared at him.
"What?"
"I don't want to have to look at hairy legs every morning."
I blinked.
That was his entire reasoning.
"That's it. Come with me."
Before I could protest, he grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet.
"Hey, I thought we were watching—"
"No TV until you're shaved. okay"
He cut me off and started steering me towards the bathroom.
"Dan!"
A minute later I found myself perched on the edge of the bathtub while Dan rummaged through a cabinet.
This was insane.
"There we go."
He emerged holding shaving foam.
"Dan, this really isn't—"
"Trust me."
He shook the can.
"I know what I'm doing."
Somehow that wasn't reassuring.
his weight shifted forward as he inspected my legs, the heavy swell of his cock was suddenly inches from my face. I couldn't help but look, as the fabric of his briefs strained against the sheer mass of him, the bulge obtuse warping his briefs forcing them down so low I could see the base of his cock more clearly a thick vein carved down the centre before i could process any more cold foam was spread across my legs.
His hand slid down my leg, massaging the foam, fingers venturing uncomfortably close to my ass.
"You've got good legs though, Max."
"What?"
"Your thighs. They are so pretty"
I felt my face warm.
"Oh."
He sounded completely sincere.
Then, apparently satisfied with his assessment, he returned his attention to the task at hand.
For the next several minutes he worked with surprising care, humming quietly to himself while I sat there wondering how my flat viewing had somehow turned into this.
When he finished he rubbed his fingers up my inner thighs and his large hands tracing my fresh smooth skin .
"There."
He nodded proudly.
"Much better. No need for trousers anymore ! you can be proud of your pretty little legs"
He stood back up looking down at me as I sat still on the edge of the tub trying to process what just happened.
“All done Dan?”
“Yupp and no need to thank me !”
I rolled my eyes. Why would I thank him? Still, I couldn't help chuckling to myself. Despite how strange the whole encounter had been, and despite the way he spoke, there was something undeniably charming about him.
“Now it's tv time ! lets chill max.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up once again tracing his eyes up my clean shaven legs. Until he met my crotch it seemed like something else had annoyed him. I shifted trying to cover my underwear with my hands.
He stopped when his eyes hit my waist. A small, thoughtful frown creased his forehead. I shifted instinctively, trying to pull my hands over my underwear to hide the gap in the fabric.
“Those briefs are way too baggy, Max,” He didn't sound annoyed just like he was speaking a fact . He leaned in, his massive frame blocking out the light of the room, a “Go find something tighter. I don't like loose.”
“Go change them for me please , then we can finally have some tv time !”
I dove into the half-unpacked cardboard boxes, until my fingers found a pair of nylon pink briefs ,from my younger, smaller days. I stepped into them, the fabric sliding over my freshly shaved skin.
As I pulled them up, the tension was extreme. They were suffocatingly tight, the fabric straining to contain me, carving deep into my ass and molding to my backside with a clinging grip. But as I looked down, the contrast was stark; the front remained almost entirely flat, my small, cock barely making a dent in the pouch.
I shifted, tugging a stubborn wedge of fabric out of my crack before stepping out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Dan was already there, leaning against the counter, seemingly waiting. He didn't speak at first; he simply tracked me with a slow inspection, his gaze tracing the tight contour of the fabric against my skin.
He moved in, closing the distance until the sheer bulk of his chest. swallowed my field of vision, smelling of sweat. I felt his hand slide down, fingers hooking into the waistband of my briefs, pulling the fabric taut against my skin before releasing it with a sharp, smack. my back is arching instinctively.
“Ahh, good lad,” stepping back just enough to let me breathe, “They look perfect.”
At some point it had started to feel natural. Dan didn't need to pat the cushion beside him anymore. I just found myself choosing to sit there.
As we watched TV, his arm slowly settled around my shoulders.
I should have moved.
I didn't.
Instead, I found myself relaxing into him.
Minute by minute, I shifted a little closer until eventually my head rested against his chest.
It was surprisingly soft.
Warm too.
Like leaning against a giant heated pillow.
For a moment I wondered if I should move away, but Dan didn't seem to think anything of it. He simply carried on watching the TV, occasionally reaching for another beer.
The day had been long, and eventually I drifted off.
I had no idea how long I'd been asleep when I finally woke.
For a few seconds I was completely disoriented.
Then I realised Dan's arm had shifted while I'd been sleeping. It was now wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me against him.
"Ah, finally awake."
His voice rumbled beneath me.
"I didn't want to wake you. You looked so cute."
My face was still resting against his chest. As I lifted my head, I realised I'd drooled in my sleep.
A lot.
His puffy nipple was wet with my drool.
"Oh my God. I'm sorry!"
"Sorry for what, Max?"
"I drooled on you while I was asleep."
Dan glanced down at his chest.
"Eh, it's fine. I've gotta shower tonight anyway."
He shrugged like it was absolutely nothing.
"Been a few days."
I paused.
That explains the musk.
I tried very hard not to react.
Dan, completely oblivious, smiled down at me.
"You looked cute while you were asleep."
My face warmed.
"I never asked your age?"
"Erm... nineteen. What about you?"
"Twenty-nine."
He said it so casually, like there wasn't a decade between us.
"Right..."
I shifted slightly, suddenly much more aware of how comfortably I'd been curled up against him.
“What's the time Dan?”
He moved his arm from my waist and looked at his phone. I was slightly sad to see him move.
“Dinner time max !.”
Well what time is that i peeked over his chest, 5 o'clock still early.
“Ah i need to go to the shop i dont have anything to cook for myself dan.”
“Yourself.” he paused and laughed “no you're cooking for me.”
I'd slept on him for the past hour. I guess it's the least I could do. I stood up, part of me missed being held close to him, his muscles pressed hard against my smaller body. It felt warm and safe.
"What would you like me to make you then, Dan?" I chirped, my voice thick with eagerness as I gave a playful, deliberate bounce. I could feel his eyes locked on me, devouring the sight of my backside shaking in the tight pink undies he’d insisted I wear, and the smoothness of the shaved legs he’d demanded. A sudden, heady realization washed over me: since the moment I arrived, he had been meticulously sculpting me, molding my body and my habits into his own personal fantasy.
My gaze drifted down, catching him gripping his cock through the thin fabric of his briefs. The material was strained to the limit, sliding down as his thick, throbbing shaft grew, pushing through the tension of the cloth to reveal more of its length. I played the innocent, pretending not to notice the raw hunger in his eyes as I stood there, trembling slightly, waiting for an answer. But he didn't speak; he simply leaned into the sensation, his breath hitching as a heavy bead of pre-cum began to soak through the fabric.
“Steak max make me a steak.”
"I didn't mind the view from the kitchen, as long as he kept looking at me like that."
I focused on the cooking, though my mind was drifting toward the bedroom, while Dan continued to lounge on the sofa. Despite being busy cooking his dinner , he would periodically ask me for beers and quickly run them over. There was never a thank you, just a dismissive hand signal to get back to the stove.
“All done, Dan.” I set his plate on the table and slid my own into place opposite him, though my appetite had shifted entirely away from the food.
Dan approached, and as he moved, it became impossible to ignore the state of his briefs. The fabric was soaked through with a heavy, glistening patch of precum that clung to his skin, molding the cloth tightly against his erection. The sheer mass of him was staggering; his shaft looked colossal, easily ten inches, maybe more; it was long and thicker than my wrist, straining against the wet fabric. A single, thick vein pulsed from the head down to the base, bulging and twitching with a hungry intensity. He sat opposite me, the heavy weight of his thighs lifting the table slightly.
“What have you made me then, Max?”
I tried to maintain a facade of composure, but my focus was entirely derailed by the heavy, unmistakable bulge.
“Just a simple steak and chips with some grilled veg,” I managed to whisper.
“Beer. Maybe two, max.”
I scurried back to the fridge, my movements frantic. As I placed the drinks beside him and turned to retreat, his hand reached out, gripping the curve of my ass with a possessive force that yanked me flush against his body. I felt the hard ridge of him pressing firmly into my thigh.
“Cut my steak,” it didn't feel like i command but i could tell it was.
Under any other circumstance, this would have been crossing the line; he was treating me like a common maid before I’d even spent a full day under his roof. But as his fingers began to trail lower, teasing the edge of my opening with a slow, deliberate pressure, all my thoughts vanished. I gave in completely, my breath hitching as I began to cut the meat. his fingers now teasing my hole causing me to squirm.
“Well, all done… anything else you want, Dan?” I tried to step away, but his hand grasped my cheek harder t, pulling me back closer with a sudden, possessive feeling.
He leaned to face me with his hand now forcing its way into my tight pink briefs, his voice dropped low, almost commanding. “Yep. Why don't you put some steak on my fork and feed me.”
His fingers were grazing the sensitive, raw opening of my hole, teasing the rim and tracing the slickness with a slow, pressure. He let out a low hum of approval. “Looks like this was already smooth; no need for me to shave you then.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping low again. “Now… I want you to feed me my steak while I play with this tight little boy hole.”
He sat there with a vacant, eager expression, his thick lips open and his tongue tracing the line of his white teeth. He didn't say a word; he just pinned me with those heavy, clouded eyes, waiting for me to serve him.
I squirmed, my breath hitching as I struggled to stab a piece of steak with the fork. I scooped the meat into his mouth, and he chewed slowly, deliberately, his expression pure, simple pleasure. While he focused on the food, his large, calloused hand found its way inside me . He wasn't subtle. With a clumsy, heavy-handed confidence, he began to plunge one thick, manly finger into my tight hole.
I shuddered, a sharp gasp escaping me. It was dry, and the friction hurt, but the sheer intensity of his eyes and the heat of his hand paralyzed me. So I just kept feeding him, trembling, while he mindlessly played with my ass.
We stayed like this for the next 20 minutes. It didn't go any further; he just continued to play while I served him.
We stayed like that for twenty minutes. There was no escalation, just the repetitive, heavy pressure of him playing with my ass while I served him.
“You're gonna eat yours then, Max! Aren't you hungry?”
I froze. When the fuck had I had the opportunity? He had been treating my hole like a play thing for the last twenty minutes. I scrambled away from him, moving quickly to my own food, it was now-cold. I shoveled the food into my mouth as if the act of eating was me protesting what had just occurred.
He didn't seem to notice my discomfort. He just laughed, and beamed at me. “It’s not going anywhere, Max!”
“When you're finished eating, clear this all up.”
He headed back to the sofa, I couldn't help but watch him walk away.
After finishing the cleaning I headed to my room to finally begin unpacking my boxes. Dan didn't notice; his eyes were glued to the television screen. As soon as I got in my room, I finally stripped off those tight, uncomfortable panties Dan had insisted I wear and slid into a pair of loose shorts instead. Oh god, the relief of the fabric leaving my skin was instant; I breathed a heavy sigh. Then I began sorting through my belongings and finally this empty space felt like a bedroom. As I finished making my bed, I couldn't help but just fall back and lie for a moment, reflecting on everything that had happened today.
Oddly, Dan’s blunt demands hadn't bothered me ; there was a thrill in serving a man so much bigger than me. I recalled his huge finger toying with my hole and I knew I should be ashamed, but part of me enjoyed it.
Before the memory of Dan’s actions consumed me any more, I opted for a shower; since the room was tidy, I figured I should be too. Wrapped in just a towel, I walked through the living space, dans eyes still focused deeply on the tv i crept past him toward the bathroom.
“Someone looks all chill after their shower, Max.” Dan noticed me and his eyes had finally moved from the tv. I gripped my towel tight, attempting to ignore him.
“Looking good, Max. I’m heading to bed soon. Get over here.”
I shuffled forward, clutching my towel more tightly. He rose, his massive thighs flexing as he stepped toward me. He hauled me into a crush of a hug, burying my face in his giant beefy
pecs. he held me there until I could barely breathe before releasing me and speaking.
“Good night, Max. I’m on the clock tomorrow; I want my breakfast served at 5am.”
He groped my ass and headed to bed.
Ugh I'm too soft, I sighed to myself, collapsing into my bed. 5 am breakfast; wake up at 4.30 then. I was exhausted. I didn't want to have to serve him , but Dan's hopeful, dim-witted grin made it impossible to refuse his request, so I closed my eyes and drifted off my alarm set.
The sound of my alarm angered me. The shrill ringing forced me awake being up this early felt criminal. I considered staying wrapped in my warm sheets, but thinking of Dan made me move. I shuffled into the kitchen, blinking away my jaded eyes from sleep. By 4:50, the table was a spread of orange juice, omelets, and pancakes.I couldn't predict his appetite so i really overcompensated. Then, his alarm rang. The door clicked open instantly. I sat slouched in my chair, waiting.
"Morning…" The greeting died in my throat. He was completely naked. Id finally got to see him in full, his shaft was so fucking huge, easily eleven inches and so thick it seemed to pull him down. His balls were huge, each one like a swollen tennis ball, heavy and throbbing. I felt my own two-inch cock twitch in response as he approached, his massive meat swaying with every heavy step.
“Morning max.” He strolled in with a casualness that ignored the fact he was completely naked. “The food looks good.”
He didn't thank me; he just dove in. At least this time he could feed himself. He seemed to be eating in a frantic hurry.
“What do you do for work, Dan?” I asked nervously, feeling small and hesitant not to interrupt him.
“I don't really know.” He laughed, food still in his mouth, “finance, i guess.”
“Oh, cool.”
“Not cool, Max. So boring. And I have to wear a suit. It's so uncomfy you wouldn't believe it.”
That would explain his nudist tendencies, I thought to myself.
As soon as he finished eating, he stood up, his meat flopping on the table and leaking precum while he paused to think.
“Max, start cleaning. Your so messy.”
Once again, he failed to thank me, instead simply issuing his next command.
He headed toward his room and I began my cleaning.
Woah that's tight, he stepped out his room, transformed by a suit that fought a losing battle against his chest and shoulders. His hair was slicked back, glasses perched on his nose. And the fabric of his trousers was stretched dangerously thin across his thighs, his cock running down his left leg with an obvious silhouette . He looked smart but also surely that's not appropriate for work.
“Right, I'm off now. Max, kitchen's decent, clean my bedroom next. Back at six, I want steak again.”
“Okay, Dan,” I replied, sounding like a loyal dog with nothing better to do. But I had better things to do. I needed to find a new job. But first sleep !
The lock clicked, and I retreated to my room climbing right back into my bed.
A few hours later I woke up. I grabbed my phone and to my surprise he texted me. I thought for a moment how he had my number but I remembered I messaged him about the apartment.
The message read: “dont forget to clean my room”
I typed back, “okay, good luck at work.”
He replied instantly: “good luck with my room.”
God, he was obsessed with that room.
“Yep don't worry, just focus on work.”
He sent a selfie; he was sitting at a desk with a little frown, looking unexpectedly cute. I felt a smile tugging at my lips, but it vanished the second his next text pinged.
“A pic of you cleaning my room.”
What the hell! I’d barely opened my eyes.
“In abit.”
“Now i Dont believe you will clean it” accompanied by a photo of his jokingly stern face.
I laughed, and headed to his room, sending a photo of myself smiling.
“Here now I will get to work, sir.” I typed it as a joke, then cringed. Was that too far?
“Good boy ❤️” i couldn't tell if he was joking too
“I'm starting now Dan, do you need me to put your clothes in the wash.”
“Yes, change my bedding too.”
“Okay.” I sighed and got to work.
"He really doesn't wear much," I muttered, sorting through the laundry. It was just a mountain of underwear. Carrying the pile to the washer, the scent hit me: heavy sweat and old cum. I threw them in and scrubbed my hands. Besides the washing his room was weirdly tasteful, filled with plants and a vintage record player. It felt way more like a home than my cramped space.
I realised just before I stripped the bed where his bedding was.
I sent him a pic of his room. “Where is your bedding Dan?”
“Wardrobe. The one with robots.”
Robots seriously was he twelve. I laughed and grabbed them before stripping his bed. I yanked the sheets back, revealing his laptop wedged in the folds. It was half open, it wouldn't hurt to look, I told myself. So I opened it, and there it was: a shipping confirmation from last night. Curiosity won, and I clicked. Dan had ordered underwear ,a lot of it, various skimpy styles but what was most strange every single pair was a size XXS. He did say he liked them tight I guess. I continued cleaning unphased by the order until eventually his room was spotless. I unloaded his underwear from the wash and hung them up on a drying rack. Finally I was done…
By this time it was already 2pm shit that had taken me ages. I grabbed a snack from the fridge and headed to my room. I applied to one job and before I could start my next application a new text.
“Home in an hour , dinner on the table max.”
Fuck sake id spent my entire day doing what he wanted i needed to apply for this job !
“I'm busy Dan. Need to apply for jobs.”
“Well I'm busier. I've been working all day. Dinner on the table !”
I was getting annoyed now.
“And I've spent the day cleaning up your mess.”
“Max, please cook me dinner. I'm so drained today. It has been really hard and I'm sooo hungry.”
For some reason I actually felt bad and he finally said please . So begrudgingly I began cooking.
By the time he opened the door dinner was laid out on the table. He went straight to his room and emerged a few moments later in a dressing gown.
“Ugh, it's cold out there, looks like you cooked dinner.” No thanks but at least I got a please earlier.
He sat across from me and the benefit to that dressing gown was I had no distractions. Finally I could eat a meal without being focused on his beefy manly body.
“Work okay dan.”
“No so many files to sort through. I'm drained.”
“Sorry to hear Dan, anything I can do to help.”
“I would love some ice cream ! grab some after dinner.” His enthusiasm came back quickly I thought to myself.
“Okay dinner all good ?”
“Ye so yummy would be better with you feeding me though i miss your ass.” for the first time he actually addressed what had been occurring all of yesterday.
"dinner okay dan?"
“Yeah, but it’d taste better if you fed me again. Missed playing with your fat ass .” He finally mentioned what had happened yesterday.
I felt the heat climb my neck and looked away.
“Seriously, skip the feeding, just get over here and sit on my lap. I’m freezing.”
He flicked his wrist, gesturing me closer.
I stood up, stepping toward him with a nervous tremor.
“Lose the clothes, Max. You don’t need them.”
I hesitated, terrified of him seeing how small I was compared to him.
“No, its cold.”
“My legs will keep you warm. Just strip.”
“Please don’t make me, Dan.”
“Max, just take them off. It's been a long day, don't be a pain.” He yanked me inward, his large hands stripping my trousers away. I stopped fighting and pulled my shirt over my head. I stood there, shivering and exposed in only my boxers.
I hated this. I could feel tears forming in my eyes but then he spoke again.
“wow You’re such a small boy aren't you max, now strip those pants off.”
Hearing him say that felt strangely good. I felt my smallness shrink further. So I slid my pants down, stepping out of them and exposing my tiny cock to him.
“Such a pretty cock, Max; so tiny and pathetic compared to mine.”
“It makes me feel even bigger. Now, come and sit on my lap."
"I’m not sure I can even fit all of it," I whispered, though I was already shaking.
Dan didn't answer with words. He just reached out and hauled me toward him, his large hands wrapping around my skinny waist with a grip that made me feel fragile, almost like a toy. He yanked me onto his lap, and I let out a sharp gasp as I felt the sheer scale of him beneath me.
I was sitting directly on his cock. Even through the thin fabric of the dressing gown, the heat coming off him was intense. He was huge ,eleven inches maybe bigger now. his thick meaty shaft pressing firmly against my bare hole. The girth alone was enough to part my cheeks wide open without him even trying. I felt tiny, my legs dangling uselessly over his massive thighs while his cock twitched beneath me.
Dan hitched one thigh upward, causing me to bounce slightly. I heard his breath hitch, and knowing he loved it, I started grinding my hips up and down. As I moved, his dressing gown fell open, exposing him completely to me. My ass was pressed against the base of his shaft, while the rest of the massive length draped across his thighs, hanging right between my legs.
I looked down and saw my own pathetic two-inch cock twitching, resting directly ontop of his own. The size difference was humiliating; his was so wide and manly, and mine looked like a joke next to it. Driven by the sight, I ground forward, jolting my hips and forcing the massive, mass of his cock against my hole. pre cum spilled out leaking across his legs. the motion of my movement soaking my virgin hole in cum.
Dan let out a low, guttural moan, his fingers digging into my waist, as I rubbed myself across his cock.
"mmh im already feeling better max dont stop."
For ten minutes, we didn't say a word; I just ground my ass down onto him, sliding back and forth. Every time I shifted, I felt his cock soak me more with his thick precum that lubricated my hole, making me slick. The more I rubbed against him, the more desperate I felt, the intensity of my movements increasing as I felt him reach his limit.
Suddenly, his grip on my waist loosened. "I'm finishing this. Get up and grab me your plate of food," he asked with a slight moan.
I groaned and slowly lifted myself off him. As I moved away, a thick string of cum snapped between his head and my ass. My hole was soaked, dripping with his pre-cum. I hurried to grab his plate and carried it back to him, my heart racing. cum dripping on the floor as I walked.
Dan took the plate from me with one hand, his other hand wrapping around his massive, pulsing shaft. He inched his chair back and held my plate of food directly under the head of his cock. He let out a guttural moan and began shooting heavy pools of cum right onto my food. It flooded the plate, coating everything in thick, white ropes. He didn't stop, piping his shaft as he blasted load after load onto the meal until the final, slowest spurts landed on the plate.
My plate was overflowing with dans cum pooling from the sides of my food now hidden with his sperm . He passed it back to me.
“Go sit max, I want to see you eat every bite.”
I sat back down opposite him the noise of my soaked ass making lewd noises as I moved into place.
“Eat it all,” Dan grinned, his eyes locked on mine.
I hesitated, prodding a piece of steak with my fork. As I pulled it away, a thick, white string of cum stretched from the plate.my heart was racing, as i shoved a piece of the drenched meat into my mouth. The taste hit me instantly ,hot, salty, and heavy. It didn't taste like food anymore; it tasted like him. It was thick and cloying, coating my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
I could feel Dan’s gaze, as he watched every swallow. I didn't stop. I kept eating, piece by piece, the steak saturated in his seed. By the time I reached the halfway point, I couldn't even keep it all in. The cum began to overflow, drooling from the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin, but I kept chewing, desperate to please him.
Eventually, the solid food was gone, leaving behind a pool of creamy, white soup at the bottom of the plate.
“Drink it,” he commanded. “I don’t want a single drop wasted.”
I gripped the edges of the plate and lifted it to my lips, tilting my head back. The warm, salty liquid flooded my mouth, filling me up until I was choking on it. It leaked out of the sides of my lips, soaking my chin and running down my neck in wet, sticky streaks as I drained the plate clean.
“Lick your lips for me max.”
I licked the remainder from around my mouth.
“Such a good boy, now say thank you.”
“Thank you Dan.”
“Your welcome max!.” … “Now clean up this mess my cum is everywhere.”
