Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch
By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com M/m, college, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex). Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Part 06
Now it's been two weeks since I started counting down the days I agreed to stroke Brian's dick. He made me wear gloves and touch his dick inside the sweatpants, because my hands were hurting a lot when I had to touch him over the pants. I felt that now my hands weren't hurting as before, just as Brian explained to me. I could finally work as before, typing my essays or making researches on the computer. Well, not exactly like before, because now I was spending most of my study time jerking off my flatmate. Once I complained that I didn't have time to study anymore, hoping that Brian would let me go to my room and study. However, he had other plans in his highly imaginative mind. He asked what I needed to study and as soon as I showed him the book I had to read, he put it on his chest. He said I could read on my knees between his legs and turn the pages with my free hand, but I couldn't stop touching him. At all times, he would also be staring at my bum in the mirror he glued just below the TV in front of the couch. Well, that wasn't the purpose of the mirror. He said it was to check if my dick was moving, but I knew it wasn't my crotch he was looking at.
Certain day, he complained that he couldn't see my crotch very well because my boxer briefs were too large and big. He asked if I didn't have other undies, smaller ones, that could help him to fulfil the terrible deed he had of checking if my dick was getting hard.
`I only wear these ones' I told him. I never liked other undies, I felt very uncomfortable in the smaller ones, so all of my undies were big as that one was wearing.
He thought for a while and asked about my swimsuit. I told him I have lost it in the locker room and still didn't have time to buy a new one. Of course that was a lie. I didn't want him to ask me to walk around the flat wearing nothing but my swimsuit. I didn't want to be showing myself to him like that. I thought he would forget about it, but I couldn't be more wrong. He said he would go out to buy mem something more appropriate for the both of us. That means he would buy something that he would enjoy and I would despise. Brian was so pushy, damn. I thought he would buy me another swimsuit. The only thing I was sure of is that soon I'd be wearing a new outfit inside the flat.
On the other day, Brian took longer than usual to come back home. It was already seven when I heard him unlocking the door. I was wearing my usual undies when I saw him getting inside, carrying one big white bag.
`I bought you some new undies. Really, dude. These ones you have don't let me see if you're hot for me or not'
I remained quiet, unable to argue with him. What was he planning now? Brian didn't go to his room to change his clothes and return in his sweatpants as he always did. Instead, he sat down by my side on the couch and, after looking for something inside the bag, he picked up a regular white brief. He gave it to me and asked me to go back to my room and try that one. I couldn't believe in my ears.
`I'm not wearing this shit'
Oh yes, you are. If you don't do as I tell you, I'll go out there and tell the world what fag you are, walking in your undies, showing off your faggy body to me' Brian said, sure I'd obey him. As he saw I was about to say I wouldn't do anything anymore, he continued, now much calmer: Dude, you're doing this shit for so many days already. Only a bit longer and we'll be over with this. Are you gonna give up now? I'll be forced to tell all my mates to follow you and do stuff with you that you won't like, if you know what I mean'
That guy was disgusting. I stood up, thinking I would be free after one or two weeks. `Ok' I said when I decided to do as he asked. I went to my room and put it on. I felt it was a bit tight but it didn't look as bad as I've imagined. I was just not feeling comfortable of walking around the apartment wearing only that. I got back to the living room and Brian had his hand inside his pants. This time he wasn't worried about showing his excitement. He started jerking off as soon as he saw me.
Oh, that shit looks great in you. Now turn around so I can take a look' I did as he asked me. Nice, now assume your position here and let me see how it looks from here, that's what matters'
I kneeled on the floor facing him then bent over, closer to his legs.
`You ain't doing it right'
`So how do you want this? Fuck' I was more pissed than usual.
`Shut up! I can't see anything if you keep your legs closed like that. You're such a stubborn bitch. Just do as I tell you. Put one knee further away from the other' he replied even angrier than me.
Tired of arguing I just did what he wanted. `Yeah that's better. See? Not so difficult' he was definitely being ironic.
I was feeling bad for doing that, but even worse, I was already tired of everything. I was just considering the pros and cons of this situation. I thought that if seeing my ass would make him cum faster, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. I just needed to forget what was happening. There was no point in complaining or asking him not to look at my ass, he was definitely doing that. I decided to simply pretend I still believed he wanted to check my crotch. I remained in that position for at least ten minutes when he started talking again.
It's ok, but I still can't see very well' he said as he looked for another underwear inside the bag. Here, try this one now'
`You're kidding me, right?' He was giving me a pair of bikini briefs that looked completely vulgar and ridiculous.
`Man, will you start again? We just want to make this faster. Plus, I need to check you. You know it. You just make me repeat the same talk over and over again. This so annoying. Just go on and try it, will ya?'
I took it from his hand, now even angrier than before. I had to hold myself not to start a discussion that wouldn't lead us anywhere. He could still talk to his friends and ruin my life. I went to my room and tried the undies. Now I really felt ridiculous. They could barely cover my ass, my dick was squeezed and looked horrible. `What the fuck am I doing?' I thought. I just stopped thinking and went back to the living room to show him how I looked like. I could see his eyes shining when he saw me. This time, he didn't even try to see my crotch, he asked me straightaway to turn around. As I said, it's obvious he was only interested in my butt. I turned around, but still I could hear his fist pumping his meat faster.
Now back to your position between my legs, bitch' Brian said stressing the word bitch.' This was a game and we played our cards. He knew I didn't like that and he enjoyed every second of my humiliation. Me, on the other hand, could express my anger in these moments, and I would use every single second I had to make sure he knew how much I despised him.
So I moved to `my position'. I kneeled down in front of him and bent over.
`Your legs. Open them, damn. You never learn.'
I looked at him with hatred in my eyes. I could see how much he enjoyed watching me pissed. As I opened my legs, I could see the victory look in his face. It was like he had scored a goal. He was convincing me to do things he knew I'd never do in other circumstances. I wasn't seeing his dick, which was hidden inside his pants, but it was definitely enjoying the show.
Once again, I think I remained in that position for other ten minutes when he started talking again.
`Dude, I can almost see if you have your dick moving or not. This won't work. But I got a better idea. I found out that many guys get off only by squeezing their asses, you know?' he explained much calmer now.
`What you talking about?' I didn't have a clue of what he was trying to say.
`I read somewhere that some guys squeeze their butts and this make them feel good. So I was thinking that maybe you're not getting hard but you're squeezing your bum while you jerk me off. This would make sense to me'
`But it doesn't make any sense to me' it wouldn't make sense to anyone besides Brian.
`Chad, do you wanna finish this or not?' he was getting upset again.
Yeah, but...' as I was still formulating an answer when he picked up a jockstrap from the bag. No way' I said straightaway.
`Chad. Just think with me. That's the only way. I swear that you do this and I won't have any more doubts about you. We won't have to be going through this again. Soon this will all be over'
Finally, Brian was being honest with me. Now he wasn't trying to pretend he wanted to check my crotch. He was being very clear he wanted to check my butt, for a reason I couldn't understand. He created a story about how I would get off by squeezing my bum, but there was no reason for that. I knew already he wanted just to watch my ass. But that was part of his game. As I said, I thought it would make him cum faster so it wouldn't be so bad. I extended my arm to get the jockstrap and when I had it in my hand, I heard him demanding `go and change'
Quite involuntarily I went back to the room and put on the jockstrap. That was ridiculous. If I was ashamed about before now I was horrified. After some minutes, I heard Brad asking me to show it to him. I went out, not knowing if I should hide my face, crotch or my now exposed ass. Brad didn't even wait me to get back and he was already asking me to turn around. I did as he wanted till he asked me to get between his legs.
`Open your legs, bitch' he said, patting the top of my head. That was the worst part. I spread them as I was doing before, I have already memorized where my knees would stay every time I was in that position because there were marks of my knees in the rug.
`Not enough, bitch. I can't see it right. Open them more'
`But that's how I was staying so far' I protested.
`It's not. You had it opened wider. Just stop whining and do as I say'
I didn't try to argue so I just spread my legs a bit further. I felt completely vulnerable now. I could feel the warm air coming from the heater hitting my asshole as I've never felt before.
`Yeah. Now squeeze this hole for me' Brian ordered.
`But the whole point is for me not to squeeze...'
Yeah, but I wanna check how it is when you squeeze' he patted my head impatiently. Just do it, god damn it'
I squeezed once and I could say he was in ecstasy. `That's it. That's what I wanted to see. Just stay like this and I'll be right back'
Brian moved quickly towards his room. And don't dare to move' he said before disappearing inside his room. I think not even one minute later he came back wearing his sweatpants. He sat down exactly where he was before. Now wear your gloves and put your hand where it belongs' he asked me.
He had a pair of gloves already prepared for me. I wore them and reached his flies. I unbuttoned it and inserted my right hand inside. His dick was throbbing and pulsing as I haven't felt before. I started pumping it up and down as he stared at my hole. This time, he didn't need to pretend he didn't want to look at it. I think I only had to jerk him off for one or two minutes when his cum started hitting the inner part of his pants.
As I was finished, I stood up and looked for my boxer briefs when I found it thrown on the ground near Brian. When I was about to catch it he held my hand, stopping me.
`What you doing?' he asked.
`I'm taking my briefs, I won't be wearing this crap all the time' I explained the obvious.
`Why not? They look great on you. And besides, I need to be checking you. You know that' he was holding my hand very strongly and deeply looking at my eyes. We stayed like that for a few seconds. If that was a game, I had just lost it.
`Brian, what about Adam?' Brian knew that whenever I talked about Adam, it meant I had accept his new rules.
`He won't care, bitch. Don't you know what a jockstrap is? We use this for sports. Men wear this crap, as you say, to play sports. This is for machos, not fags. When you hide yourself, you look like a chick. You wanna prove you are a man, then you wear this!' Brian was still looking in my eyes in a way that I couldn't say no to him.
I let go of my underwear and he took it from me. `And I'll help you out. I didn't buy only one, I bought seven of those. So you have one for every day of the week' he said holding the bag and going into my room.
When I went after him, I saw he had my underwear drawer open. He was taking all my undies and shorts and putting them inside a bag and substituting for the seven jockstraps. `We can get you more straps later and fill your drawer with them' he said.
`What are you doing now?' I asked.
I'm helping you to be a man. A man must wear like a man, and this means going commando or wearing this crap. See? As I don't wanna see your shit I don't want you naked, so this is perfect. I'm sure someday you'll thank me for this' he said as he went away to clean himself and hide my boxers somewhere I wouldn't find. Get used to that coz you'll be wearing straps for the rest of your life' I heard him saying.
End of part 06
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