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 07
As I imagined Adam came home that night, dressing his jacket, gloves and everything we usually wear during snowstorms, covered with snow. He removed his wool mask and found me in the living room wearing nothing but a ridiculous tiny jockstrap. He was standing there, staring at me for like one hour (but obviously it didn't last more than 2 minutes), while I remained looking at him, terribly ashamed.
`You are really getting into this, ain't you?' He asked me and I didn't know what excuse I'd give to explain this new outfit. As I wasn't replying, he said he always thought about buying one of those to himself, but he didn't know if they were comfortable.
Well, I think it is. I tried this one today and I have to confess I really liked it' I lied to him, trying to look very convincing. He looked satisfied with my reply but he didn't go to his room as he usually did. Don't you feel cold?' he asked and I only said that inside the apartment was warm and nice. He came near me, as I was sitting on the couch, and politely asked me to show it to him. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't even deny his request, because, according to what I have just said, jockstraps felt great and I had no problem in wearing them in front of him. Very embarrassed, I stood up and felt his now bare hands on my waist as he turned me around looking to my ass. Adam was a light brown, green eyed, big and well-built man from the years he worked with his father in a farm they have in the countryside. I noticed he hold me still as he stared at my ass. `They really look great. I might buy one myself'
As he was there looking at me, Brian came out of his room and laughed as he saw Adam there rotating me with his hands. They look great on him, don't they?' asked Brian sitting on the couch and staring at my ass. They sure do, I was telling him I might buy one myself' Adam replied.
`You should, I have some in my drawer too. Well, I wouldn't wear them as Chad's doing, but if he likes that, it's ok with me' Brian said laughing at me when I gave him an evil glance.
`Yeah, I would wear them under something, but who am I to judge?' Adam commented before sitting down on the couch.
`You staying here?' I asked quite impolitely. Well, he lived in the apartment so he had all the right to stay there, but he never did so I was very surprised.
`Yeah, I'm feeling like watching some TV tonight. It's not everyday I stay here and enjoy your company'
`Join us then' invited Brian with a large smile in his face. He was enjoying the humiliated and defeated look in my face. Brian knew I'd never do such a thing in front of Adam and he wanted this time to last. Brian moved a bit further to his right, leaving a space in the middle of the couch for me. I sat down and tried to focus on the TV, but I think none of us was really interested in watching that crap. There I was, practically naked, between two fully dressed guys. I felt terrible.
When I realized things were getting really weird I announced I was going to bed, and before they could stop me, I got up and went straight to my room leaving them behind. I heard them leaving the living room as soon as I closed my door. As I said, no one was interested on the TV.
One week passed by and nothing worth telling happened. I looked at the calendar and realized that I had to go through that humiliation for only more five days and I couldn't feel happier. I got used to wearing jockstraps under my pants when I was at classes or whatever. Under my jeans I wouldn't care about wearing them, the problem was when I was at the flat, showing off myself to my flat mates.
That night I realized that Brian had a different smile on his face and this could only mean he got a new idea about something. He asked me to wear the gloves on both hands instead of one.
`Why?' I asked afraid of his idea.
`Do you remember when you jerked me off the first and second times, and you were holding my balls with your left hand? So I was thinking you could do that again'
`But I will lose part of my balance if I remove my hand from your thigh' it was very difficult to keep myself from falling on his lap when I was on my fours between his legs. I had to keep one hand on his thigh, but he now wanted me to have my hand on his balls.
`You won't if you bend closer to me. Just try it' he smiled again, knowing I would try his suggestion.
He gave me another glove and I wore it on my left hand. Then he lowered his flies and his balls popped out. I was feeling awkward as I found myself staring at those two smooth huge balls.
`Nice balls, right? Put your left hand under them. Just feel how nice they are'
Slowly, I approached my left hand to his balls. When I held his sack, I could feel his balls inside. It felt very strange, mainly because my own sack felt very different when I touched it. My balls were much smaller, they didn't hang down almost touching the couch like his. When I closed my hand around his sack, he looked at my hole on the mirror behind me and said straight away `There, you squeezed your hole. I knew you were getting into this'
`I was just losing balance, you jerk' that was completely true. Despite my curiosity, I wasn't feeling anything when touching his balls.
`I see. Anyway, I need to check. Spread your legs a bit more and lower your upper body so I can see it better. I need you to show your hole to me like you're used to do'
When I opened my legs further I found that now my head was closer to my hands. I think I could even smell his cock. Maybe I was wrong, but I tried to get a little farther away from him. It was a difficult position to stay, so occasionally I'd have to get closer to him and feel his bitter aroma. I think I could smell the scent of his cum in the sweatpants that, although washed over and over again, had the smell of his cum and cock in it. I tried to complain, but he pretended he wasn't listening. Brian never cared about what I wanted or needed.
He was really enjoying the attention I was giving to him. I moved my right hand inside his flies and started pumping his cock. Brian said he would cum faster coz he was very horny. He instructed me to treat his balls with more love, I had to be very careful and show him my appreciation. I didn't feel appreciation whatsoever, but learned to do what he wanted. His dick was throbbing and seemed even thicker that day. Brian asked me to look at his eyes the whole time, because he wanted to see my eyes with his cock and balls in my hand. From time to time, he would stare at my ass and then look at my eyes again. It didn't take too long until he cummed inside his pants. I was happy he did coz I was very late for my photography class. I left his wet pants in my dirty clothes basket and ran to the classroom. As soon as I got there, the professor told us we would have to go to the countryside and take pictures of isolated places for our next class as an important part of our assignment. I thought about asking one of my friends to take me there, but she said she already had the pictures so she didn't need to go. I approached other people but all of them had already formed groups and the cars were full. I was so upset that I hadn't made it on time for the class. Now I was screwed. I didn't have a car and had no idea about how to get out of the city by myself.
I got back home and saw Brian lying on his back in the couch. I started to undress when he asked me why I looked so worried. I told him about the photos and how no one could take me. Without these pictures I'd definitely fail the course.
`Don't worry, I take you there' he said, still looking at the TV.
When he said that I got so happy I could kiss him. No, actually I couldn't. Maybe a hug. Well, at least he was doing something for me after everything I've done for him, right? I said I needed to go out to buy stuff for my camera and have everything settled up for our day trip. When I came back later, he wasn't home. So before sleeping I left a note for him, to let him know we were leaving early in the morning, because I wanted the sun rising to make some nice shots.
On the following day, I woke up when I heard Brian calling my name as he opened the door. `Dude, you're getting late'
I heard that and checked my watch. Shit, it was getting really late. I stood up, put on my jacket, gloves, jeans and went out taking my camera and some food I have gathered the day before. Luckily, Brian was already waiting for me in the car. I got inside and we parted towards a nice area around 50 miles away from uni, where I've been once with my girlfriend. On our way there, I was putting the film in the camera and preparing my equipment when I heard him saying in a calm voice `We are alone'
`Yeah, what's the matter?' I asked still looking at my camera.
`Well, whenever we're alone...' he didn't even need to finish the sentence.
You can't be serious' I said when I realized he wanted me to touch him. Brian, I have to put the film in the camera and... well, I got to prepare a lot of stuff right now'
`You've done that already. I'm not an expert but I know you're done'
`People can see us' I still believed I could convince him to forget about our deals on that day. There was no sense to start with all of that inside his car, crossing mountains of ice. It could be dangerous and people could really see us.
Who is gonna see? Do you see anyone close to us? I don't' in fact, it was a very cold Saturday morning and there was no one in the streets. Plus, you also need to remove your clothes. That's the deal'
`But this is a public place' I've never felt so anxious and nervous. He wanted me to wear jockstraps in his car where anyone could see, strange people or maybe even the cops if they stopped us. How would I explain my almost complete nakedness to a cop? My head was flooding with images, ideas, thoughts. The worst part is that I was in Brian's car, he was doing me a favor, and I couldn't ask him to go back or I'd fail the course and I couldn't allow that.
`But we're alone... The deal is clear that whenever we're alone. It's not restricted to the flat'
`And it's cold outside' he had to see some reasoning in my words.
Yeah it's cold outside' he said as he pressed the panel making the car interior even warmer. Do I need to remind you what our deal was about? I thought we were through this a long time ago'
He didn't need to say anything. The deal was clear. Whenever we were alone I should wear only my underwear, in this case, the jockstrap he gave me.
I still tried to convince him that this was crazy, but he wouldn't change his mind. In fact, I knew already that nothing would change his mind. So I obliged. I took off my shoes, my gloves, jacket, shirt and my jeans at last, wearing nothing but my jockstrap.
`Great! Now keep with the deal' he said as he reclined his seat a little bit, giving me a better access to his crotch.
Knowing I couldn't go back on our deal, I stretched my arm and held his hard dick over his pants.
`No, dude. That's not the deal' Brian said still calmly, watching the road as if I wasn't there.
`What you mean?'
`Well, on the first time I gave you the gloves and you stroked me like that. Then we made a deal that you wouldn't stroke me over the pants anymore'
For my complete despair, that was true. I really promised that from that day on I'd always jerk him wearing the gloves and with my hand inside his pants. I was thinking about that when I remembered something terrible.
`Dude, it's impossible. I forgot the gloves' my heart was beating fast and my eyes wide opened. Brian would have to reconsider our deal, we were in a special situation, he couldn't pretend nothing was different.
`Not my problem' he stated.
`What?' How could he say it wasn't his problem? Everything that was happening was his problem.
`Deal is a deal, you know that'
`But I'll have to hold your cock. I said I don't wanna do that. I'm not doing that' I changed the ton of my voice to something like a guy who was begging for his life.
`Chad, that's not my problem. I'm keeping my part of the deal. See my pants? It's the new model with the flies. Your part of the deal was to keep those gloves close to you whenever we were together. Yesterday I gave you time to take care of all the shit you had to do and you forgot this because you wanted to. Now I say it again. It's not my problem' for the first time, Brian seemed pissed and menacing.
Now Brian was upset and I didn't know what to do. I felt I was about to spit my heart out of my mouth. There was no other war. Slowly, I put my left hand back on his crotch.
`Go on. Unbutton it!' he ordered.
I could only think `I'm not doing this! This isn't happening!'
I got my right hand there, turning my body towards him. I was shaking as I unbuttoned his sweatpants. One, two, three buttons and I could see the part of his shaft that met his balls.
`Now stick your hand inside'
`Please, don't make me do this' I couldn't be doing this. It was the most disgusting thing I'd be doing in my entire life. I felt like my hands weren't part of my body, they had a mind of their own.
`Stop whining, Chad. Be a man! You sound like a little pussy afraid of everything. Be a fucking man!'
Still turned to him, I put my right hand inside his flies and felt his cock with my bare hand for the first time. For the first time, I felt a cock that wasn't' mine with my bare hands. It couldn't be more weird. I felt the short hair of his pubes like sandpaper in my hand, the veins, the heat that was much more intense than when I was wearing the gloves. I could see that Brian was quite happy with that. Trying not to think too much about what I was doing, I involved his cock with my fingers and started stroking him at once. Brian breathed deeply as I kept doing that.
To my despair, I knew we were still miles away from the place I had to go. I was deeply concerned because I was already tired of keeping my body turned to him and I didn't know how I could stroke him with my left hand since I was now sitting on his right side and not kneeling between his thighs.
`Man, I can't keep stroking you like this' I complained for the first time since I touched his dick without gloves.
`So use your left hand' Brian suggested.
`But how can I put my fingers around your cock with my left hand if I'm seating on your right side? I can't do that with you dick inside your pants'
You're right, that's a problem' Brian was still playing the role I've got nothing to do with this' or `this is your problem to solve'
I was relieved when he said that. I thought that finally he would let me go, at least for that day. But I was wrong. He decided to give one last idea that I wasn't prepared to listen.
`You know how I hate to go out showing my dick to fags, but you screwed up, so you ain't giving me any other option here' he sounded a bit upset again, but not as much as before. Maybe because I had my bare hand around his dick.
`What you mean?' I asked innocently.
`You're really dumb, ain't you? I'm saying you can take my cock out so you can put your little pretty fingers around it. Got it?' he looked at my face for the first time since we left. He never looked so serious.
`No, but that's not what I want' I tried to protest, but in vain.
`So gimme another option. And don't even think about convincing me to give up on our deal, coz I won't'
Geez. I didn't know what to do anymore. `Go on. Do it' he demanded.
I knew I couldn't think too much. I was still being moved by my automatic pilot. Decided to end that shitty talk, I just started pulling his dick out with my right hand, which wasn't as easy as I've imagined because his dick was too big. When I finally managed to present his cock to the sunlight, I was speechless. That was a huge dick indeed. I already knew it would be big, but when you get to see the real thing, it's a completely different story. It was a cut, big, thick dich, with some veins surrounding it. A big and pink head over a shaft that should have at least 8". However, although big, it had a perfect proportion between the head and the shaft.
Dude, you see the things you make me do because of your mistakes' he stated. Now I'm here showing my dick to another guy. That's so fucking gay. You're such a fag!'
As usual, I didn't know what to say. Actually, I did know what to say. I wanted to ask him to fuck off, leave me alone, find another stupid guy to mess with, but I couldn't. We were in his car, in the middle of nowhere, and I already had his dick in my hand.
`We will have to rethink our deal' he commented.
`What? No way' I said trying to remove my hands from his shaft but he held it there.
`Of course we have to do this. Things got very different now, don't you think? You're seeing my dick. You're touching my dick with your bare hands. That wasn't the plan'
`And you've been seeing my ass for the last couple weeks' I talked back. He couldn't deny that things were a little bit unbalanced and unfair.
`Bitch, you wanna compare seeing this ass of yours, which you have been showing to everyone during your swimming sessions to seeing my dick?' he said ironically.
I had really no idea of what he was talking about. I've never shown my ass to anyone during my swimming classes.
Do you know what I think that happened today?' he continued. You forgot those fucking gloves on purpose. You planned everything so you could see my dick'
`That's not true. Why would I do that?' I contested him, but, curiously, I didn't remove my hand from his dick.
`Because of those gay genes of yours. It's obvious'
I changed my right hand for my left hand so I could stroke him and look through the fogged window. I just couldn't keep talking and looking at someone who wouldn't listen to me. He had made his mind and nothing I'd say would change it.
`Now that you've seen my dick and you're stroking it with your bare hands, there's no way back. We have to keep like this from now on. I'll have to keep it out of the flies whenever we are alone because of your mistake. You'll keep touching and jerking me off. You can't wear gloves anymore. I'll throw them away when we get back home'
`Why can't I wear the gloves?' I looked back at him, still stroking his dick and seeing that there was some precum oozing from his dick head.
`Because after you touched my dick with your bare hands you showed that this is how you might get off. I need to check if this makes you hard now. So we'll keep like this till the end'
At that time, I remembered there was no more than five days for us to be finished and then I could have my life back. All I had to do was to avoid thinking about what I was doing, pretend I wasn't seeing his dick, and things would be over for good.
His precum was leaking badly now and I saw it coming towards my hand, I didn't want that to happen.
`Brian, I need to clean your dick' I commented.
`Why?'
`It's oozing precum'
`Well, that's a dick. This is normal. All dicks ooze precum. You should know that. Don't you have a dick?'
That's not it' I was trying to keep my patience. But I don't wanna touch it'
`Dude, you ain't cleaning my dick. This liquid exists for a purpose, otherwise it wouldn't be there. So you let it go and get used to touching it. It was your mistake after all so just stop whining'
I couldn't believe it. I gradually felt my hand getting sticky. His dick looked like a hose as precum wouldn't stop oozing and reaching my hand.
My hand was getting already tired and disgusting when we got to the park where I'd take my photos. It was very cold outside and Brian said that we could give our deal a break, allowing me to put back my clothes. He decided to stay inside the car as it was too cold and he didn't have enough clothes. I went out and while looking for good spots for my pictures, I decided to eat a sandwich. I took it with my both hands, when I realized my left hand was covered with his precum. It was really sticky and disgusting. I tried to find water to wash it, but couldn't find any. So I touched the sandwich only with my right hand and rubbed my left hand against the grass and snow. Apparently, it didn't solve the problem but made me feel better. When I was done, I went back to the car. Brian took out his dick from the pants and I knew I had to take off my clothes again. I was back to my jockstrap and put my left hand back on his hardening cock. We went back home and luckily he didn't cum. But I already knew that would be an issue. As soon as we closed the flat's door, he said he wanted to cum. I removed my clothes once again, he sat on the couch and took his dick out of his pants. I jerked him off, kneeling in front of his crotch as usual whilst he looked at the reflection of my ass in the mirror.
`I'm gonna cum and I don't wanna wet my shirt'
`So take it off' I couldn't say something more obvious.
`I'm not showing my body to you, fag. That's your fag plan, isn't it? All you want is to see me naked'
Tired of listening to his ironic comments, I didn't say a word. I just went back to my room, took a towel and put it over his belly. I think he agreed with the idea as he didn't say anything. Soon he was spurting his cum all over my towel. I realized that finally I wouldn't have to wash his pants anymore, but on the other hand, I'd have a lot of towels to clean.
End of part 07
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