My Roommate the Alchemist Chapter 6
Introduction
This is my first attempt at writing a story for anyone else to read, even though I am a longtime reader and lurker.
Please be truthful but kind in your comments and feedback. It starts out slow but builds as it goes. I want to really thank those of you who have responded so far. You've been very encouraging, and I appreciate it. (I love feedback and respond as soon as possible to readers. I'm happy to discuss the characters and the background of the story. It helps me to develop themes I haven't thought of yet).
This is a fantasy story in two senses of the word. Not only is it an erotic fantasy of two young men, but it is also a story of magic and the fantastic. It's not non-consensual even though it has strong authoritarian themes. It's the story of one young man who doesn't understand what he wants and what he needs. It's also the story of another young man with much more experience who is not only confident in his own needs but is able to see what his roommate needs and to help him find it. I have already written twelve chapters. If I publish one chapter each week, I should be able to stay ahead of my readers.
I am using an anonymous name and an alternate email because some of the themes and situations in this story could easily be misconstrued if the reader didn't understand that this is a fantasy. For this reason, it may take a while to respond to any feedback, but I will get to it when I can. I welcome suggestions from readers, but remember that this is, at its heart, a love story. Whatever happens, Kieran and Jason are in love.
I am publishing ancillary stories to expand on some of the other characters in this story, but I want to keep this story focused on Kieran and Jason. So far, it has been written entirely from Kieran's perspective. He's the one who can't see where their journey is headed. Jason is the persona obscurans in the story, the mysterious character who remains somewhat enigmatic because we seldom see anything from his point of view.
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Summary of Chapter 5
It would be best to go back and read chapter 4 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
After a morning run (during which Kieran blew Jason again), Jason and Kieran returned to the dorm. Someone called them fags but Jason took the insult and wore it as a badge of honor. He kissed and fondled his boy in front of everyone on the floor. He took Kieran back to the room where Kieran learned the rules Jason wanted him to follow. He also chose to remove his body hair permanently because Jason wanted him smooth. He was forced to remain naked when their suitemate Alonzo came to visit. Then Kieran stripped Jason, licked his sweat from his body and discovered quite to his surprise that he was really into Jason's feet. While he was servicing Jason in this way, Jason tapped Kieran's testicles with his foot until he spilled his cum without achieving orgasm. Kieran and Jason washed each other in the shower. Kieran argued with Jason over the length of his own hair and Jason spanked him for that and other rules violations. He recorded it. Kieran came while being spanked.
Author's Notes
· I wanted to apologize. Last chapter I accidentally posted a summary of chapter 5, spoiling the chapter a bit. This time I reused the summary so it's good this time.
· I won't be posting the chapters this fast in the future. I'm posting an extra chapter of My Roommate the Alchemist this week so that we can catch up with the companion story Wishcraft. (If you haven't read Wishcraft chapter 1, go ahead and do it!)
· This weekend, I plan to publish chapter 7 of My Roomate the Alchemist and chapter 2 of Wishcraft. They cover the same event, but from different perspectives. It's an experiment of mine.
· After this weekend, I plan to publish one chapter of each story since the chapters align after the Pizza Party.
· My darker story Elf Master will start next month. If you aren't into heavier BDSM, you may want to skip that story. Other than sharing some background characters, that story does not intertwine with My Roomate the Alchemist and Wishcraft.
· Finally, a note on geography. Kieran, Alonzo and Erik all make references to their college being in Appalachia. It's in southeastern Ohio in the Appalachian Plateau (AKA the Allegheny Plateau) not in the mountains themselves. None of these three characters are reliable narrators when it comes to geography. Erik was only interested in science and engineering in high school. He paid little attention to geography. Kieran is from Indiana and thinks he's in the mountains because he's never really seen one. And Alonzo is from El Paso. He doesn't know much about anything east of the Mississippi and north of Oklahoma. Thanks to a reader for pointing out that I didn't make the location clearer in the story.
My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 6 (Revelations)
After the cameras stopped recording, I sank to my knees in front of Jason and began to clean up my cum from his legs and groin with my tongue. When I was done, he pulled me up on the bed next to him. He put one arms around my shoulder and used his other to clean the cum off my own hairless groin. My dick was still hard despite having just blown a massive load. Slowly he fed it to me, raising his fingers to my mouth and allowing me to lick them clean.
He turned my head and kissed my face. He started with my eyes. They were still moist with tears. He proceeded to kiss every inch of my face, ending with my lips. We made out for several minutes until my skin warmed. It had been cold when I was feeling dejected, but the warmth seemed to spread over my whole body starting with my cock. It was like my groin was a heater and my mouth was the switch that turned it on.
Jason stood up and gave me his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up into an embrace. I felt his hands slide down my back to rub my red buttocks. He kissed my neck, making my knees go weak. He whispered in my ear, "I love you, Kieran."
I thought my dick was going to explode again. One minute he was giving me a savage spanking. The next he was tender, treating me like I was made of glass. Did he really love me? No one had told me that since my parents had died.
I froze in his arms. "Did I upset you, boy," he said with a low voice that sent waves of pleasure radiating from my ear down my spine.
"No, sir," I said. "Do you mean that?" I felt my heart clench in my chest.
He pushed me away from him, just far enough so that he could look into my eyes. "Yes, Kieran, I do," he said. "I think I fell in love with you from the moment we met. You are so fucking beautiful." I blushed from head to toe. He continued, "I know you don't believe me, but it's true. Everyone sees it but you."
"At first I thought it might just be lust. I could tell that we complemented one another sexually. You're submissive, not just submissive but extremely submissive. You have a deep need to be controlled, and I have a deep need to be in control. Seeing you so eager to please me, keeps me in a constant state of arousal. I've been as hard as you have. You are so soft inside, like a tender boy, but your softness is wrapped in a beautiful, firm body that makes me want to swoon, and do stupid things, like tell someone I just met that I love him."
"Last night, as we were lying together in the bed, your firm ass pressing against my cock, you were snoring gently in my arms; I realized that it was more than lust," he said. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've had a lot of experience with lust. I trained my first submissive when I was thirteen, and he was two years older than me. He was a cousin of mine. We were almost as sexually compatible as you and I are, but I never felt it here." He tapped his chest.
"Is this too much for you to handle right now," he asked.
I shook my head no and quickly replied, "No, sir. I don't really know what love is. My family background was ... not very good. But the way you make me feel is strange, exciting, and new. I want to do everything I can to please you. It makes me feel good to obey you. I don't want it to stop." I looked at him, fear and vulnerability written on my face.
He hugged me tight. "I don't want it to end either," he said. "Just know that I'm going to push your limits. I love you, but I need be in control, to control you. My need to control is as great as your need to obey."
I didn't want to leave his arms. I could have stayed there forever. Since we were being so honest and open, I decided to broach the one subject that had been bothering me. "Jason," I began in a quiet voice. "Sir, I have loved everything we've done together, everything but one thing."
"You don't like drinking my piss," he said. "No, sir, I don't. I don't like the taste, not even yours, even though I love your taste and smell, and I could drink your cum all day long and put it on my pancakes for breakfast, but not the pee."
He laughed and held me tight. "I know, beautiful boy," he said. "I know."
He hands caressed me gently and then he continued, "You're still going to do it. Let me explain before you get upset with me. Obeying me in things you like to do isn't submission. It's a game. Hating my piss and drinking it anyway shows how willing you are to obey me; how eager you are to please me. I need that, and if you think about it deeply enough, you'll realize that you need it too."
"I don't hate your piss, sir," I admitted. "I hate the fact that I'm drinking it."
As I said, I knew that it was true. The taste of Jason's piss wasn't bad. It even had a faint trace of that special flavor that I had come to associate with my man. He kissed me again, then swatted my ass gently. It still stung from my spanking earlier, but the smack made my dick twitch.
He smiled an enigmatic smile at me and said, "Be glad that you don't like drinking my piss. If you did, I'd have to keep looking for something you hated."
I had no idea what thought was going through is head at that moment, but I blurted out, "Sir! I do hate drinking it, but I'll do it, if you want me to."
"That's because you want to be my good boy," he said. "Just like I said on the video. Now we have to get ready for our shopping trip. We're going to several stores." He told me to help him get dressed, and I jumped to it. I really enjoyed being Jason's naked valet.
Once Jason was fully dressed, I expected he would tell me to get dressed, but he rummaged through one of his cases and pulled out a tape measure. "If we're going to get you some new clothes," he said. "We have to take accurate measurements."
I was embarrassed. "Jason, sir," I said in a quiet voice. "I don't have a lot of money. I can't really afford to spend money on new clothes. I could barely afford my textbooks."
Jason smiled a half-smile and chuckled.
"Are you my boy?" he asked.
I nodded slowly, still a little slow on the uptake. Jason came up to me and hugged me again then patted me on the head.
"You're my boy," he said. "I'm your man. I'll take care of you. If I say you need new clothes, I'll buy them. If I say we're going out to dinner, I'll pay. Your responsibility is to look pretty and do what I say. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yes, sir," I replied. It made me feel a little emasculated for Jason to take responsibility for all my expenses and needs. Maybe that's what he wanted.
"What?" he asked sternly. "Do you have a problem?"
"Not really," I admitted. "I just don't want to be a burden. I was always taught that a man should contribute and pay his share."
Jason laughed at me. "You're not a man; you're a boy. Don't get pissy at me, or I'll spank you again. The whole point to a relationship like ours is that I am in charge, completely. I don't want you paying your own way. I don't want you to take responsibility. I want you to be dependent on me. It's like you're my wife, but without a ring or a ceremony," he said. Then he added, "At least for now."
I still didn't feel comfortable with it, but I knew that I would do whatever Jason wanted me to do. If it was important to him, I would shut up and do what I was told. I wanted to please him. Besides, I thought, I won't have to worry so much about money. Then the last words he'd spoken came into my mind. At least for now. What did that mean?
Jason led me over to the bathroom door and pushed my back against it. "Stand up straight," he said. Then he made on the door even with the top of my head. He wrote down 71 and 5/16th inches. That couldn't be right. He must have made a mistake. I was 72.2 inches at my last physical. But this wasn't a hill to die on.
"Wait here," he said, then walked over and pulled out a bathroom scale. Stand on this. I did and noticed that it said 174.4 pounds. It looked like I was down 5 pounds as well. He then proceeded to measure me as if he were about to make me a tailored suit. He wrote down each measurement as he took it. I noticed that he had made a little chart in his book. Then he measured my penis. I was already erect, so it was easy enough. It was 5 and 11/16th inches long (a little shy of my own 6-inch measurement, but close enough to be a rounding error) and 4 and 15/16ths inches in circumference. I had no idea why he needed to measure my penis to buy me clothes, but I didn't say anything. I thought that I had annoyed him enough for one day.
Once we were done, he pulled me back to the bed and made me lay flat on top of the sheets. He positioned a pillow under my groin and the sat down next to me. Taking out the bottle of lotion he'd used last time, he began to massage my hole. Like last time he massaged the ring for several minutes. Then he used his finger to push more of the lotion inside me. He worked one finger in my ass, then added a second. My breathing grew shallow and quick. He continued to force more of the lotion inside of me. My cock had grown hard again.
Jason held another butt plug in front of my face. It was larger than the last one by about an inch, but it was wider along the shaft. The bulb at the end looked about the same size as the last one.
"It's time to move up to the 2nd plug," he said, stroking the small of my back. "If you take to this one like you did to last one, we may be able to try the real thing in a couple of days."
He eased it inside me. I could tell it was bigger than the last one. I felt fuller. It was more noticeable, but it felt nice.
"Is it safe for me to wear these plugs all day, sir," I asked. I was sure that I had read somewhere that they could cause irritation and infection if they were left in too long.
Jason gave my butt a playful tap and said, "The Unguent of Li Pei will make it safe. It's often used to ease itching or to heal minor abrasions. When used for a long period of time, it increases skin resilience and elasticity. Some people use it to get rid of wrinkles."
He bent down and whispered in my ear, "There is one small side effect of over-use. It increases the sensitivity in the skin, sometimes permanently."
Jason rolled me over onto my back. My cock was standing tall again. He flicked the head playfully and grabbed my scrotum firmly. He bent down to my face and gently rubbed his lips against mine, then backed away.
"We don't have time for this right now," he said, giving me a mock frown like it was my fault. "Not if we want to get our shopping done and get back in time to meet up with little Alonzo and his roommate for pizza."
He stood up and extended his hand to help me up from the bed. "I hate to do it, but we'll have to put some clothes on you before we go out."
Jason ordered me to put on the clothes he'd picked out. My erection steadfastly refused to go down. Since Jason didn't allow me to put underwear on, it was making a serious tent in my shorts. To make matters worse, my newly hairless legs were on full display. The muscle shirt was long, but not long enough to cover it up. All I had to put on my feet were my old running shoes. I wore them without socks.
We left the room to head down to Jason's SUV. A few guys on our floor were out in the hallway with their doors open. Some of them snickered at my erection. One of the swatted my butt and laughed. A guy two doors up across the hall glared at us openly. "Better watch your backs, faggots!" he said.
I blushed again. I was almost as big as this guy, but he was so angry looking that I felt fear creeping up my spine. The guy was a beefy 6' 2" and probably 250 lbs or so of muscle beneath a layer of fat. He had a scruffy blond beard. He looked like he could have played football back in high school. Jason turned quietly in his direction.
"Are you threatening my boy Kieran," he asked with a tone so menacing that even I was taken aback.
"Both of you, chink," the other guy snarled. He had a faint southern accent.
Jason smiled at him. For once his smile wasn't sexy. It wasn't enigmatic. It was chilling. When he spoke, it sent chills down my spine. "If you threaten me," he said, "I'll kick your ass so hard you'll be shitting out of your mouth for a week. You threaten my boy, and I'll really get angry. Touch him, and they'll never find your body."
The guy blanched and stood up straight. He poked Jason in the chest and snarled back at him, "I'm not afraid of no fucking faggot like you."
Jason was fast, really fast. His hand shot out. He didn't swat the guy's hand away. He didn't punch him. He grabbed the guy's nutsack right through his gray sweatpants and squeezed. The guy screamed, and Jason twisted harder.
My man leaned in and said, "Yes, you are. You're so afraid you're about to shit your pants. You know it. I know it. Everyone here on this floor knows it."
Then Jason spat in the guy's face. He shoved him back through his open door and turned to face the crowd.
He said, loudly enough for everyone to hear him, "My name is Jason Lee. This is my boy Kieran. Yes, we're gay and not ashamed of it. Does anyone have a problem with that?"
There were a lot of murmured denials. One of our hallmates, a guy a few inches taller me, held out his hand to Jason. His biceps were huge. His pectorals and laterals were visible through his Los Lobos t-shirt. He had a short, scruffy beard. Yeah. I noticed that he was hot. The thing is that it only registered intellectually. I only really had eyes for Jason.
"My name is Drew," he said. "Don't pay too much attention to that asshole. We're not all Neanderthals here."
He didn't offer to shake my hand, but he nodded his head in my direction. "I don't want my nuts in a vice, so I won't touch your boy." He smiled, acknowledging that it was all a jest. "I see that you can take care of yourself, but you should know that I've got your back if your need it."
He smirked at the guy who'd accosted us and added, "My older brother is a pretty flamboyant gay boy, like Kieran here. He had a hard time in high school until I got there. Then I beat the shit out of everyone who looked at him funny."
Jason laughed and said, "Thank you. Our relationship isn't really anyone's business, but we aren't going to hide it. I want people to know that this hot boy is mine."
Then he pulled me close and gave me long kiss that made my heart stick in my throat. My dick was beginning to leak. I was surprised to hear cheers and shouts of "woot". Jason put his hand around my waist, and we walked down the hallway that way. Several guys gave Jason a high five, but they didn't touch me. It occurred to me that Jason had just claimed me in public and declared that I was off limits. Was I embarrassed? Of course, I was. I could have kicked that guy's ass on my own. Was I flattered? Hell yeah. I felt like a princess and found that I liked it.
As we were walking down the stairs, I asked Jason, "What was that guy's problem, sir?"
Jason stuck his hand down the back of my waistband and rubbed my hairless ass. His answer surprised me. "You confused him," he said. "He wanted to fuck you so bad his little prick was hard. He wanted you and he was jealous of me."
"Is he dangerous, sir," I asked.
"His kind are always dangerous," he responded. I didn't feel better at that answer. I'd avoided letting anyone know that I was gay for just this reason. "Don't worry about it. I'll keep an eye on him. If he tries anything, I'll make sure he regrets it."
I laughed a little to lighten the mood and said, "You going to kill him, sir, and hide the body?"
"If I have to, boy," he replied in a serious tone. "If I have to."
I was sure that Jason wasn't kidding. It occurred to me that my man was much more dangerous than any sad homophobe.
Shopping with Jason was an interesting experience. He never checked the prices for anything. If he wanted something, he bought it. I never saw him pull out cash, just that credit card of his. He never made any attempt to hide our relationship. If his arm wasn't around my neck, it was around my waist. He kissed me frequently. If anyone gave us a dirty look, he just smiled at them. I began to become accustomed to it. The worst part was that my leaking erection was always obvious. If it started to wilt, Jason would stroke my ass through my shorts until it swelled again. It was never going to go down completely with that insidious plug rubbing against my prostate.
We stopped at an office supply store, where he bought a locking storage cabinet and a folding table, as well as all the school supplies we could conceivably use during the year. Then we stopped at mobile store and bought a brand-new smart phone. He asked my opinion about all the features. I didn't know much about electronics, but it slowly dawned on me that he was only asking about the color and the model. I was a little surprised when he picked out a purple glittery case to put it in, but I chose not to comment.
We stopped for lunch at a little bistro that served "fusion cuisine", whatever that was. He ordered me a sandwich called banh mi. It was good, but I'd never heard of it before. He also ordered tea. He seldom drank anything except tea and mineral water. Since he ordered all the meals and never asked what I wanted, I figured that I would have to get used to drinking it too. The older woman who served us at the bistro remarked on what a handsome couple we were.
It was about 3:00 PM when we pulled into the parking lot of a store I'd never heard of before. It sold the same sort of stuff as Target or Walmart, but everything cost more. Jason led me back to the men's section and began picking out some clothes. They weren't too fancy, but they were all revealing.
He purchased several pairs of new knit gym shorts for me in bold colors. Then he led me back to an alteration shop and told the tailor to hem make the inseam shorter. He reached over and stroked my smooth legs and smiled at the tailor as he said, "My boy looks good in these shorts, but they hide too much of his legs."
The old man gave us a look of disgust, but his face brightened when Jason paid the exorbitant prices they wanted for service while we waited. This gave us a chance to buy some more muscle shirts. He found a brand he liked that barely came down to the waistband of my shorts and bought several. He also found some mesh tank tops. As we were paying for them, he pointed out to the clerk that he would easily be able to dye them pink, purple, and baby blue. The clerk was a young man, although older than us. I could see that his pants had begun to bulge in the crotch while he was serving us. He was pretty good looking, and Jason flirted with him shamelessly, making his giggle like a girl a couple of times. I guess I wasn't the only one he made to feel flattered and horny.
I was surprised when he stopped in the underwear section since he hadn't let me wear any since last night. But he didn't come for briefs. He pulled out half a dozen jock straps in medium size then added another half dozen in small size. I looked at him funny. "Sir," I said. "Those won't fit me."
He waggled his eyebrows at me and said, "We'll see, boy."
I felt uncomfortable every time I spoke in public because I knew that I had to always call him sir. But that was nothing compared to him leading me to the children's section. He made me slip on bath robes over my clothes. I was skeptical, but he found one for husky kids that would close around my waist. It only came down halfway to my knees. It had cartoon dinosaurs on it.
"Sir," I said skeptically. "I don't want to wear that. Do I really need a robe?"
"You'll only be wearing it when you leave the room," he said. "Or when we have company over. Unless you'd rather I parade you around naked? You know that I wouldn't mind."
"Isn't it a little childish, sir," I asked, pointing at the cartoon dinosaurs.
"I think it's cute," he said. "Almost as cute as you'll be wearing it."
That was the end of it. I'd voiced my objections politely and he'd been unmoved. I knew better than to argue any further. I noticed that there was a sour faced woman with two kids with her, staring at us with a look that could curdle milk. I drew Jason's attention to her. He pretended I was pointing towards the pajamas.
"I don't think those will fit you, baby," he said loud enough for her to hear. "Besides, I want you naked when we're in bed together."
The woman sighed dramatically, grabbed the children by the arm and moved off in a huff. The boy with her must have been about ten, but the girl was a young teen. She looked over her shoulder as she was unceremoniously hustled off, smiled, and mouthed, "Nice!"
We also stopped in the shoe section. Jason made me try on some sandals that fastened at the back. I wore a size 12. After throwing them in the cart, he casually picked up the same sandal in size 10 and size 8. On a whim, he also threw in a size 6. I was confused.
By this time, the altered shorts were ready. We paid the man and walked into the bathroom, Jason pulled me into the handicapped stall, set the bags against the wall and began to kiss me hard. He pulled my muscle shirt up and slid it over my shoulders. He sucked hard my neck, causing the telltale bruising of yet another love bite.
He licked his way down my chest. When he reached my nipples, he sucked them one at a time into his mouth and chewed on them. I moaned in ecstasy. He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down without ceremony. My dick was like an iron rod. It was swollen and red, throbbing in tune with my pulse and leaking a steady stream of precum.
Jason kissed his way down to my navel, then lower. He kissed the area just above my dick, where my pubes would be if I hadn't removed them earlier. He kissed my inner thighs. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss my cock. Instead, he breathed lightly across it, making me shiver with delight. I began to cry, whether from pleasure or from the painful need of for release I was feeling. My anus clenched against the plug Jason had slipped inside me this morning, pulling it deeper, making it press harder against my prostrate.
Jason sat on the toilet and grabbed my balls in their smooth sack. He pulled me closer and began to squeeze them, gently at first and then with increasing pressure. My knees buckled. He touched my penis lightly, just grazing it with his fingertips. I couldn't hold the moan that was building in my chest. I let it out. Jason smiled up at me. He kept the pressure on my balls, like he was trying to squeeze my cum out of them. Then he flicked the bottom of my penis gently, right at that extremely sensitive spot just blow the head. He picked up a rhythm. Each time he flicked that spot, he squeezed my balls, more firmly.
The pressure began to build; an ache started in my nuts. My shaft contracted hard. My breathing grew more ragged. My climax was imminent. Jason flicked my cock harder now and squeezed my balls enough to cause waves of nausea. When I came, I shot out with so much force that it felt like my cockhead was splitting. I howled in a combination of pleasure and agony. My cum spewed all over Jason's chest and abdomen and began dripping down towards his rampant cock.
I think I would have fallen onto my knees if Jason hadn't been holding my upright by my balls while I was cumming. He released my scrotum and used his finger to rub the last of my cum from the head of my penis and fed it to me. I was so sensitive that his soft finger felt like rough sandpaper running across the head. I moaned again. I hoped there was no one else in the restroom. I'd been so loud that I was hoping no one was standing outside the door to the restroom.
Jason pulled me down onto my knees and kissed me again. Then he lowered my head, guiding my mouth to each puddle of semen in turn. When I got to his cock, he stopped and held my face so that I was staring up into his eyes. He waited, expectantly.
I begged him, "Please, sir, may I suck your massive cock?" I think I needed it more than he did at that point.
He smiled down at me and said, "Yes, boy, you may suck my cock."
I wasted no time. I swallowed as much of him as I could. I was like a starving man sitting down to a feast. It didn't take long before I was rewarded with his warm semen. It was rapidly becoming my favorite food. I swallowed every drop.
Apparently, Jason needed to piss again. He held my head until the stream began, then let go. He almost fell out of my mouth, but I grabbed his cock with my hand and held it as he flooded my mouth. I had cast my eyes down when he started filling my mouth with his piss. I was feeling humiliated by this act. He turned my head up to look him in the eyes while I drank him down. I knew what he was doing. He was training me to do the work myself, so that I couldn't pretend that he was forcing me.
Jason sighed as he finished. I slipped his cock out my mouth. He handed me one the orange pills. Apparently, he wanted me to drink his piss, but he didn't want to taste it in his own mouth when he kissed me.
"I love you, Kieran," he said as he helped me to my feet. I swallowed the last of the orange foam in my mouth.
"I love you too, Jason, sir," I replied.
"Do you need to piss, boy," he asked me as he was getting up from the toilet.
"Yes, sir," I replied quickly.
"I've decided that you won't be drinking your own piss; you'll just be drinking mine," he said. "Go ahead and use the toilet. I moved over and released a steady stream into the bowl, relieved that I was allowed to empty my bladder and relieved that I wasn't drinking it. I was so grateful that Jason wasn't making me save my urine in a bottle and drink it. I was getting used to doing it for him, but the idea of doing it for anyone else, even myself, left me feeling cold.
Jason stopped me when I went to put on my clothes. He opened one of the jockstraps he'd purchased and helped me into it. It was a very snug fit. My waist was 34 inches, and a medium jockstrap was a couple inches too small, but it stretched enough that I could wear it. He turned me around and cupped my exposed buttocks. His finger stroked up and down my smooth crack. He pulled a little on the plug, making me squirm.
"I want to pull this out and fuck you so bad," he said.
"Do it, sir," I said. "I want you to do it."
He gathered me in his arms and hugged me tight to his chest. "I want to," he said. "You know that I do, but you're a virgin, and my cock is not small. We'll take a few days to let your butt get used to the plugs. There are only two more I need to use, then it should be safe. When I fuck you, I want it to be as good for you as it will be for me."
He handed me one of the mesh tank tops. I put it on. It was wide at the bottom and barely came down far enough to cover my navel. It looked silky, but the material was rougher. Then he handed me a pair of bright blue shorts. When I pulled them up, I saw that they came only a couple of inches below the top of my legs. If I hadn't been wearing the jockstrap, my cock would be peeking out. I knew that if I bent over my straps would show. And last, I put the sandals on my feet.
When we left the stall, we went to wash our hands in the sinks. I saw myself in the mirror and murmured to myself, "I look like a gay slut."
Jason kissed my neck and slid a hand under my waistband to feel my ass. He said, "True. But you're my gay slut, and I want everyone to know it."
"You don't act like you're afraid of people knowing that you're gay, sir," I said, staring into the reflection of his eyes in the mirror.
"No," he said. "I am what I am. If people don't like it, they can fuck off."
"What about your parents, sir," I asked.
Jason bit my ear and then gave me a hickey on the other side of my neck. "My parents know who I am," he said. "They support me in everything I do. They're going to love you."
"Are you asking me to meet your parents, sir," I asked, a little thrilled and a little scared at the same time. I tried to imagine taking Jason home to meet Uncle Craig. That would be explosive.
"I'm not asking," he replied. "When it's time for them to meet you, I'll tell you. When we go for a visit, they will love you. Why wouldn't they?"
"My parents are dead, and my uncle will never accept me," I said. I'd already told him the story, but it seemed appropriate to share it again. "Sir!" I added quickly, reddening a little.
Jason smacked my ass hard.
"Don't think I didn't catch that boy," he said, with a smile. "Do you care what they think?"
"Not really, sir," I replied. "They're the only family I have, but they're not much of a family. I mean they took care of me when I was younger, but I always felt that they resented it."
"Your preacher uncle would lose his shit if he saw you like this, wouldn't he?" Jason said, nuzzling my neck. It wasn't really a question. He continued, "You know that I'm going to take care of you. If they don't support you, you don't need them."
Jason turned me around, pushed me back against the sink and began smothering my mouth with his own. He ground his groin against mine. He was already getting hard again. I was always hard these days. His hands easily went under my shirt. His fingers caressed my smooth chest. Then he grabbed my nipples between his fingers and pinched them. I started to moan again. My nipples were still sensitive from Jason chewing on them just a few minutes ago.
We were still making out when an old man came in. He must have been seventy. He stopped and stared at us. From the look on his face, I thought he was going to yell insults and chase us out. Instead, he unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. I tried to draw Jason's attention to him, but he'd already seen him.
He whispered into my ear, "Just go with it."
Jason pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the counter. His mouth moved to my nipples and began alternately to lick them and to nip them. They were already red and puffy from all the attention they'd had today. My moaning turned into a groan. The old man walked around to the side where he could get a better view.
Jason grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, exposing the tight jock strap I was wearing. He let the shorts drop to my ankles, then carefully lifted each leg in turn. I knew what he wanted, so I shook each foot until the shorts fell off, leaving me standing in just sandals and jockstrap. He let his hands fall along my sides until they were resting on my hips. He slid them around until they were kneading my ass.
I had just come a few minutes ago in the bathroom stall, but my cock didn't seem to care. It was stretching the pouch of the too small jock so much that the old man could see the precum flowing through the weave of the fabric.
Jason put me back on the counter and began kissing my navel. Then he kissed along the outside of the pouch that barely contained my erection. He kissed both sides. Then he took hold of the end of the butt plug I'd been wearing all day and began to pull on it, stretching my hole until it almost popped out, then letting it go so that my ass sucked it back in as far as it could go. I loudly groaned each time he almost pulled it out, then gave a little shriek of pleasure each time it plunged back in. There was little room for my cock to throb inside that pouch, and there was no more room for it to swell. It could still tingle with pleasure.
"Goddamn it, sir," I yelled. "I'm going to cum again!"
Jason covered my mouth with his and bit my lip hard. One hand grabbed hold of the short hair on my head and pulled it back. He let go of the plug in my ass and grabbed my hips again. He ground his cock against my scrotum. It was fully covered by his pants, but obviously hard. I began to grunt in time with his thrusts. It hurt like hell, but that only increased the pressure on my nuts.
"Ungh!" I cried. I was so close I could feel it.
His hands moved up to my waistband. With one jerk he yanked my jock down, bending my raging cock backwards. It snapped back against my abdomen, and I moaned out loud. Despite just having blown a load in the bathroom stall, I was close again.
Jason pulled my slimy jock off and threw it on the counter. He grabbed the plug and pulled it out of my ass. He set it on the other side of me on the counter. He lifted my hips and began to eat my ass. My legs began to tremble. My toes curled.
"YES!" I screamed.
My hand slid down towards my cock. Jason smacked it away. Then he smacked my ass hard, leaving a red print.
"Please, sir," I whimpered. "Please."
Jason stopped eating my ass and grabbed both of my hands. I didn't even realize that they were moving towards my cock again. He wrestled my hands together and grabbed them with his right hand. His left hand moved down to my ass. His fingers found my hole and wiggled inside. His fingers found my prostate and began to stroke.
My moan turned into a low growl. "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" I cried.
"Agh. Agh. Agh," I grunted.
My balls contracted and cum started oozing from my cock. It felt good, real good, but it wasn't actually an orgasm. I felt it in my balls and at the root of my cock, but not at the tip. Jason continued to press gently on my prostate until the flow stopped.
My heart was beating fast, and I was gulping shallow breaths of air.
Jason kissed me gently and said, "You'll pay later for trying to stroke yourself, boy."
He scooped my cum off my abdomen with his fingers and fed it to me. I devoured it all and sucked on his fingers.
The old man had finished. Sometime during our show he'd cum on the floor and was now putting his cock back into his pants. He came forward and put his hand on Jason's shoulder. He was staring at my hairless cock but didn't try to touch me. Something about Jason's body language was saying, Hand off. This boy is mine.
"That was a good show, boys," he said. Then he left.
Jason pulled me close and kissed the side of my face. "Get dressed," he said.
"You didn't cum, sir," I said, stroking his arm.
"You'll take care of me later, boy," he replied. "And don't imagine that I'm going to forget what you tried to do just now."
I started gathering my clothes. "I'm sorry, sir," I said in a small voice.
"I believe you, boy," he said. "But you still have a consequence coming."
I was looking around confused. "Where's my jock, sir?" I asked.
Jason started looking. Not seeing it, he chuckled. "I think that old man kept himself a souvenir."
I was trying to be helpful. Maybe I was just trying to avoid punishment later. I picked up the butt plug and looked at Jason.
"I don't think I can put this back myself, sir," I said.
Jason took it from me and looked it over. It was still clean. Whatever was in that tea he had given me seemed to have worked very well. He kissed me and backed me against the counter. He slid his hands under my legs and lifted me onto the counter between two sinks. He broke the kiss and began to finger my anus again.
"This may hurt a little without the Unguent of Li Pei," he said. He placed it against my hole and began to apply gentle pressure, twisting it slightly as it slipped in. He took his time. He paused every time I winced, then slowly began again. It was more painful without the unguent, especially when the large knob went inside, but we managed.
Jason opened another jock strap for me. Soon I was dressed again. I tried to put my hair back in order, but my lips were still swollen from all the action they'd gotten today. No one could have looked at my face and not thought that I'd been sucking cock.
We left the store together. Jason carried the bags in his right hand and slipped his left hand around my waist.
We made two more stops before going back to the dorm. Jason wanted to buy some art supplies. I was more than a little jealous. Art was my passion. I thought of the cheap supplies I had back in the room. The other stop was the grocery store where we picked up some beer, a cooler, some ice, a case of mineral water and some snacks for the minifridge in the room.
When we'd carried everything back to the room, Jason said, "Strip down first. Then help me put stuff away." After a moment, he added, "Leave the jockstrap on for now."
I pulled my clothes off and left them on the desk chair. Now I was standing in the room wearing only a too-tight jockstrap. Jason pointed to the cooler and said, "Put the beer in the cooler, along with as many bottles of mineral water as will fit. Put the cheese and fruit in the minifridge."
When I'd finished the tasks Jason had given me, I stood up and almost ran into him. He was standing just behind me, holding the bag from the art store. "This is for you," he said.
I opened it and wasn't surprised to see that it contained the supplies he'd bought earlier.
"Thank you, sir," I said. I was happy, but also a little put out. Taking gifts from him made me feel like a whore, a whore who sucked cock for colored pencils and sketchbooks. I'd say a cheap whore, but these supplies had cost a couple hundred dollars. "Jason?" I said, "Sir? You do know that you don't have to buy me gifts, don't you?"
"I know that I don't have to buy you things," he said. "I want to buy you things. I don't buy you gifts because I think you expect me to. I don't buy you gifts because I'm trying to buy you. Boys I can buy don't interest me at all."
"I know exactly what you're thinking," Jason said, stroking my face with his hand. "You think taking gifts from me makes you a whore, or makes you think that I think you're a whore."
He seemed lost in thought for a moment, then added, "Maybe I shouldn't have joked around about you being my gay slut earlier. That was just sex talk. You need to relax and stop overthinking everything. Forget all that programming your uncle forced on you. You don't have to pull your own weight. I'm your man, let me pull your weight for you. That's what a man does for his boy."
I smiled at him, and said, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I did feel a little better. I didn't know if it was allowed given the dynamic of our relationship, but I decided to be daring. I leaned in and kissed him. He grabbed me and took charge of the kiss. I guess that answered my question. The answer was yes, and no. I was free to initiate affection, but he would take charge from there.
"I really mean it, sir," I said. "It's a nice gift."
Jason walked over to his desk and picked up the box with the new phone. "I'm glad we're getting past this independent streak of yours." He handed me the box. "I've seen your phone. I want my boy to be in style."
Chapters in the College Magic Cycle
Here are the chapters of the College Magic Cycle in order they should be read. All can be found in the gay/sf-fantasy and gay/authoritarian sections of the NIFTY archive.
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 1
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 2
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 3
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 4
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5
· Wishcraft chapter 1
· My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 6