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I stayed in my bedroom for the next two days as I didn't have any classes and I didn't want to see Mohamed.
I don't know what embarrassed me the most: that he had caught me sniffing and licking his underwear, that he had taken my virginity so roughly and I hadn't stopped him or that I had licked his cock clean afterwards like some whore.
Eventually there was a knock on my door.
Reluctantly I answered.
I thought about getting dressed first, so I had some protection that a bathrobe clearly does not provide, but I couldn't bring myself to shower or dress even before the knock.
When I answered the door it was Terry.
"Mohamed thinks I should be the one to talk to you," he said.
Fuck, my heart sank.
Did Terry know what had happened? In how much detail? What did he think of me? Why would Mohamed tell him, wasn't he embarrassed too? He had basically raped me!
"Come sit at the table and I will make you some tea," Terry said.
Tea? I wasn't sick. I had just been raped by the boy downstairs and now I was about to talk to my other foreign student about what had happened. What did we have to talk about? What did we have to say?
I didn't even know how I felt about it.
After boiling some water and making me some green tea, Terry began "I am the one who told Mohamed you were sniffing my underwear and wanted to have sex with me."
How did Terry know this? Was I that obvious?
"He is from the middle east, fucking guys seems to be a thing over there," said Terry.
I was getting more confused by the second.
"I am not going to fuck you," said Terry.
What? Was that even a consideration? What is going on here?
"Mohamed is going to fuck you," said Terry in a way that made me wonder if I had a choice in the matter.
There was a pause. I didn't know if I was supposed to respond. 'No' seemed like a good response though I didn't know myself well enough anymore to know if that was an honest response. I just said nothing.
Did I like being fucked by Mohamed? I did jack off afterwards sniffing his underwear and obsessing on his body and big cock.
"I am going to let you suck me," said Terry, in a way that made me feel like he was doing me a favour.
Again there was a pause.
Was I being allowed time to object? Did I want to object?
I knew in that moment I wanted to suck off Terry. I had thought about it so many times.
I had pictured his uncut cock at night, I had sniffed his briefs hoping to get a sense what it tasted and smelled like, I had pretty much centred my masturbating fantasies on naked Asian boys.
"We are still going to pay rent," said Terry.
Had these boys had a meeting or something?
"I know you need the money and we both have money," he added. "But otherwise you are going to be our 'boy'."
How was I a boy? They were university students and I was a professor. I was three times their age.
"Tomorrow you are going to buy a leather jockstrap and a leather collar," said Terry.
Now I was getting even more confused.
I was straight and had been a virgin with guys. I had just been raped by one of my male student tenants and now I was being told to get a gay outfit?
"You are going to make our meals and do our laundry," said Terry. "And clean the condo, we no longer want to clean."
My face must have looked shocked because I felt disbelief.
"Don't worry, we will pay rent and even pay for more of the expenses, but we are now in charge and you will be sucking me off and being fucked my Mohamed whenever we want."
Terry continued "you will only wear the collar and the jockstrap when at home. It is your uniform. And you will wear it under your suit when at the university."
"You can talk to Mohamed what he wants from you but I like to be sucked off before I go to sleep and when I wake up," Terry said as he pushed his chair away from the table and got up. "Enjoy the tea."
As Terry went to his room and closed the door I wondered if any of this had been real and if he had been serious.
I made my way back to my bedroom, closed the door, and curled up in a ball on my bed.
Was this happening?
This was my condo.
I was probably going through a divorce because I hadn't worked at making the condo more a shared space for me and my wife and now two foreign students had just taken control of it and of me it seemed.
I don't know if I wanted this or not but I logged onto the computer and began to check out leather jockstraps and collars.
At 8am when I woke the next day I wondered if I was supposed to go into Terry's room and suck his cock. I was too nervous to try in case it had been a joke. I was still a professor and he was a student, I was the landlord and he was a tenant, I was an adult and he was boy.
But by 10am I was in front of a sex shop in the gay village waiting for the door to be unlocked so I could go in and buy some leather jockstraps and collars.
End of part 3