Note: This story contains gay sex. Not your thing? Please don't read. Other note: The story is of one college student becoming a sex slave to his roommate. There is NO violence, NO watersports/scat, and NO heavy bondage. If those things turn you on, that is just fine with me, but they don't turn me on so please don't ask me to include them in future parts of this story, or other stories. Thanks!!
SLAVECAM A fictional story by V-boy victoria_boy@hotmail.com
Slavecam Part 1
I love sucking cock. Just to be there and completely pleasure another guy--the feeling is unreal. Back when I was in high school I had a 2 friends who knew I was gay (1 was gay, 1 straight), and had me suck them all the time. Whether they turned me into a sex slave or not is debatable: I think I am a little submissive (when it comes to sex that is) by nature.
After I graduated high school, I moved to Victoria, B.C. (Canada) to attend UVic. Great school, great climate, great people. I was lucky enough to be accepted in Res., and was placed in SAC first floor (I think it stood for Sir Arthur Currie building). All the buildings are co-ed., and this one had the guys in the basement and on #1, with girls on #2 and #3. Also, as a first year dorm, it meant that I had a roommate--who was a complete stranger to me.
I was disappointed when I first met Chris. He was about 6'2", 170, well defined without being a juice monkey. Clean cut, attractive, good sense of humor, and had a killer smile. Disappointed, you ask? Well, this is kind of what I am attracted to, and I was disappointed to know I was going to be getting hard ons for the entire year seeing this guy change, shower, and whatever else roommates see each other doing.
We hit it off great. We hung out in different circles completely, but he still laughed at my jokes, and I laughed at his. We went to the caf. together for dinner, but didn't cry if we missed each other. As far as roommates go, I think we were one of the best pairs on the entire campus. Part of being roommates meant sharing. Nothing in my housing contract said that, but it just was part of the deal. I borrowed one or two of his shirts, and he would use my computer. We shared a math text (different section, same class), mixed our dirty laundry into one basket, and even shared money on occasion. The situation had started off ideal.
I was getting horny. Chris loved to walk around in his boxers, loved to play fight, and talk about sex. I was becoming infatuated with him. I couldn't stop looking at him, or stop him from jumping into my j/o fantasies.
Chris and I had completely different class schedules. I had class, he did not, or the other way around. This was perfect for me, `cuse it meant I had the room all to myself to jerk off on a regular basis. Apparently, this was also Chris' plan. In mid September I was returning from one of my morning classes, and walked in the room. It wreaked like cum. Very strong. All at once I realized that of course Chris jerks off, and of course he does it in the room (showers are relatively private, but someone gets all their clothes stolen at least once a day), and of course I had not even thought of it before. I had an instant hard-on, and just inhaled and enjoyed the smell. Chris was usually gone by the time I got in, and though the room was empty I was sure he had not left for class yet (late today). Sure enough, I heard the bathroom door close, and footsteps to the door of our room. Chris' key in the door, and his half naked figure walking through. He had a towel and his bathroom supplies in hand, and was still dripping a little.
"Hey," he said to me as I was standing in the middle of the room enjoying the smell, and now the view. "How was class?"
"Usual stuff. Nothing to exciting." He must have been oblivious to the smell of his own cum. I could not focus on anything else. "You running behind?" I asked after a moment of silence while Chris was looking for some clothes.
"Yeah, I got caught up on your computer." Boom--it hit me: Of course he not only jerks off in the room, but at my desk, on my chair, looking up porn on my computer. These thoughts combined with the sight I was seeing as the back of the towel fell, then the whole thing as Chris was looking for clean underwear (boxers--wow). I became weak in the knees, and headed over to my desk and sat down. About 2% of my body's blood was flowing, and the rest was in my cock.
Chris finished dressing, grabbed his bag, and left for class. I stripped naked and started playing with myself right away. I looked through the cache and found a bunch of pictures. All of chicks, some dicks in their pussies, some blowjobs, a few facials. Wow. I was loving it. (I only downloaded stories off Nifty. Gay pictures were hard to find, and even harder to keep hidden). The smell was still strong. Very strong. I was looking through the garbage to see if he used Kleenex like I did, but nothing except my old crusties hidden deep below. The smell, where was it coming from??? I looked around, and immediately picked out the dirty laundry hamper. I walked over, and right on top was a pair of Chris' boxers. I reached out for them. The smell was very strong. As I picked them up, I felt they were damp in patches. Fucking eh!! Well, it got better: there was one place where the cum was still thick and sitting on top of the fabric. It was like he had shot into them, in this one place, and then whipped his hands or the head with the other parts of the boxers.
The thick cum patch was obvious in the light. Gooey, and all that. I touched it. This was un-real. I smelled it by bringing my wet finger under my nose. I looked at my finger, and then brought it quickly to my lips. My tongue darted out and tasted the sweet taste of boy cum. This was my first sexual experience since my last day at home with my friends. It was SO GOOD!! I reached down and picked up the boxers off my desk, and brought the cum patch to my mouth, and started lapping it up off the fabric. The smell, the taste, the knowledge that this could not have been more than 15 minutes old. I had my left hand on the boxers, holding them up to my face, and my right hand stroking like mad. I shot the biggest load to that point in my life--all over my chest, up to my chin, and it kept going and going. I just leaned back in the chair and rested Chris' dirty boxers on my face while I caught my breath. Wow.
This started a pattern with me. I would always check the laundry basked for cum covered boxers, and would jerk off smelling and tasting them. By October Chris had started to realize I was not into girls like he was. I don't think he had figured out I was gay, but I don't think he all together wanted to either. Life continued on, and I was happy.
The pattern changed one day after one of my usual jerk offs. I had a revelation when I looked up from the desk, and saw my webcam sitting on top of the computer. The UVic dorms are all wired for T4 connections, which meant my computer was on the web all the time, and I could set up a site if I wanted to. I did, and had a private link (yes, on of those ones with passwords out the ying-yang, and secret page names, etc.) focused the cam on the front of the desk area, and took a look at what I would be able to see. It was a perfect shot of where Chris would sit and jerk off. I had another hard on, and jerked off again just thinking about it.
Chris was kind of slow at computers. For example, if Netscape was not up and running, he did not know how to hit start, go to programs, Netscape, and so on. Just oblivious. Anyway, I was not complaining. I had set up the webcam, and left it running the next morning when I left for "class." Chris had still been sleeping. I RAN over to the Business and Economics building, and went to the computer lab (open to all students!!). This lab is perfect, `cause it is set up like a class room. One computer in the front, and all other computers facing the front. If you are at the front, no others can see your screen, and you have lots of time to shut down if someone starts walking up front. I sat at one of these stations. I logged in, loaded the page, and waited. I had the remote window going. About two seconds after I loaded up, I saw the dorm room open. Chris walked in wearing sweats and a T-shirt (he must have gotten up after I left and gone for a piss). He came in the room, and walked around for a bit. Within about 5 minutes, he walked over to the computer, and stood for a minute. It was as if he was deciding. Anyway, he reached down, adjusted his cock, and sat down. All right, here we go!
He sat back in the chair, put his left elbow on the armrest, and his hand to his chin. He was holding the mouse in his other hand. I had left Netscape running, and he took the hint. Surfing, surfing, surfing. Away he went. I was drooling at the front of the almost empty computer lab, and was so happy this was going to happen. Surfing, surfing, surfing. O.K., well about five minutes later I have almost cum in my pants with anticipation, and Chris hasn't moved. I am beginning to wonder if he is doing a research project, or getting ready to jerk off. What gives??
I saw him look down to his crotch, and then back up to the screen. He pushed the chair back just a little (greatly improving my view), and sort of leaned over to the left (his right I guess). This drew his hand away from his chin, and he just sort of held it up for a second, and then slowly lowered to his chest. It rested there momentarily, and started to descend to his still covered cock. I think he was squeezing his cock through the sweats, but the cam had not the greatest resolution. Whatever was going on was pretty low energy. Eventually, he moved his hand away, pulled his shirt up just a little to reveal the waistband of his sweats and of his boxers, and slid his hand under both. Again, just resting it there. Jesus Chris! I would be done by now!! So he raises his hips, and takes both hands to his pants and lowers them slowly. O.K., it is about time! I see 8" of love, hard as a rock,, standing there between his legs. The pants go down beyond my range of vision, and he sits up a little, leans forward, and picks them up off the floor. Chris separates his boxers from the pants, tosses the pants aside, and lays the boxers out across the keyboard (I guess for later--grin!). He stays sitting up more now, and strokes his cock a few times with his left hand. Stroking away while he fumbles with the mouse on the other side. This was HOT. I was loving it. He was starting to develop a good rhythm now, faster and faster. I saw his eyes close, and his chin come forward as his head went back a little. I am amazed how fast this changed--from nothing, to the 100 second orgasm. Anyway, he stopped. No orgasm, nothing. I was puzzled momentarily, but then realized he was bringing himself to the edge, and then held off. So, he started up again. Same thing: faster, faster, and then slow right down. This time he let go of his cock, and leaned off the back of the chair to take his shirt off. Well, I had nearly cum five times already, and had not touched my cock.
Chris continued his j/o session for nearly the entire time I was supposed to be at class. He would stroke, slow, stroke, slow, and then stop. He kept checking the time, as if he was trying to prolong his sexual pleasure as long as he could while I was in class. I loved it. About 15 minutes before I was scheduled to return, I could tell he was going to go for it. Chris stroked as he had done before, but was slowing down for less time. It was as if he was testing himself to see how close he could stay on the edge for how long. Then, all at once he started stroking with a passion I have never seen before. He stood up, switched to his right hand, steadied himself with his left hand, and started cumming on his boxers!! It was intense!! From what I could tell, it was as intense for him as it was for me. Wow--a visual I will NEVER forget.
After his orgasm, Chris sort of stood there and milked his cock for a little bit. He carefully wiped his cock head and hands with the boxers, and then picked up his boxers and threw them into the laundry. He stayed at the computer for a bit and surfed for a while in the nude. I had about 10 minutes before I had to "return from class," so I logged off the net and sat at the front of the lab for a while waiting for my hard on to hide. It didn't. I had to tuck it into the band of my boxers and try to except without incident. One of the girls in the computer lab looked up as I left, but I don't think she suspected anything.
When I got back to the room, Chris was in the shower. I raced to the laundry hamper to recover the treasure. It was there, and was as big as it looked on the cam. I started to put my books away when I heard Chris coming down the hall. He came in, and seemed pre-occupied as he dressed and went to class without incident. The door had not fully closed before I jumped up, found his cum soaked boxers, and began to jerk myself off. His load was so sweet, and I had one of the biggest orgasms of my life.
After a nap I gathered my things and went to my next class early. I was far to embarrassed to see Chris after seeing so much of him already that day. When I got back from that class, Chris was in the room. He had a big grin on his face as I tried to avoid eye-contact. I don't know why I was so nervous, but something wasn't right.
"So I spent some time on your computer earlier today," he noted, as if it was something worth noting.
"Sure, anytime. You know that," was my puzzled reply. He stood up and walked over to the computer, sat down and took the controls.
"There was a program running that I had never seen before. Come, tell me what it is." I blushed. Red as could be, and my heart has started to pound VERY loud. Did he know? Oh SHIT!!! I tried to play it cool:
"Let's see," I said as I stood behind him to hide my face. He clicked on the icon for the Webcam and the monitor screen showed our live image. "Oh, that's the cam control," I said. But my voice cracked. I was toast.
"Busted," Chris said in a mocking tone without looking away from the screen.
"Seems like I found myself a fag roommate, eh?"
"What!?!" I tried to sound as surprised and offended as I could, but he wasn't buying it.
"I would have let it go if you hadn't eaten the cum of my boxers, fag. That was just too much. I think you owe me." I knew I was through. I was busted, and could not talk my way out of this one. My best response: nothing. Shut the fuck up and don't piss him off anymore. "I did a little more snooping around, and found some files here and there with some graphic stories. Seeps like we have ourselves a bottom too!! A little bit submissive, are you?"
"Yes." I was totally defeated.
"Good! Then I don't feel the least bit bad in making you a little submissive to me!!" Chris placed his hand on his crotch and turned away from the computer. Still in the chair, he looked up at me and was smiling. "Ya see, the thing is I hate jerking off. I found it so degrading to have to bring myself to orgasm using my hand!! It just isn't my thing. Looks like I won't have to for a while, though. On your knees, please." At least he had manners. Down I went, looking at the floor. I placed one hand on his knee, and he took it and moved it to his crotch. He was not totally hard, but definitely not soft either. "Get me hard," he said. I massaged his cock for a while, and he quickly firmed up to a raging erection. I just kept massaging his mast, and getting to know it. I estimated he was 8" long, and very thick--thicker than it looked while he was jerking off on the webcam.
Before any time at all passed, Chris lifted his ass off the chair and pushed down his pants and boxers, revealing his hidden body part, and the object I would be using to pleasure him with. I began to do just that, taking my hand around the shaft, and began working his skin up and down. A little bit of pre-cum had come out of the slit. I took my thumb up and spread it down along the "flange" of his head, and began massaging it with each stroke.
"You don't think you are going to get away with just a hand job, do you?" he asked without expecting any answer. He spread his legs, and crawled on my knees closer so that my arms were over his legs, and my chest was pressed to his inner legs. As I was moving, he took my hands and moved them off his cock to either side of his body. I could feel the heat of his cock on my face and could smell it so well. He used a couple of his fingers to push the base down and to the right (my right, his left), and then brought it out towards my mouth. Naturally, I opened my mouth and started towards it, but he quickly pulled it away leaving me with only air in my mouth. I looked up at him and he was grinning. Again, the cock went down, I went for it, and he drew back laughing at me.
"Lick my balls first," he said, sort of smirking. I leaned back just a little so I could get down as far as his nut sac, and then began to lick and tease it for him. I found he was a little sensitive in the area between his nuts and his legs--where the skin joins--so I concentrated there. After about half a minute, he took his thumb and placed it on his cock shaft just above the very point where it disappeared into his body. From this spot he had leverage to push on his cock, and have it smack against my forehead and face as I was working. He laughed openly at my eyes flinching shut the first time, but I got used to the cockwhiping, and continued. The hornier he got, the more pre-cum he made, and every once in a while a drop would rub off onto my face when it smacked me.
He then put his hand on my forehead, and without any words pushed me back from his nuts. He had stopped the cockwhiping while I moved back, but continued to hold the base of his cock. He then drew it close to my opening mouth only to once again change direction when I went to take it. Instead of drawing back, he cockwhiped my cheek and nose with it. I had got the picture by this time, and closed my mouth out of complete humiliation.
"Keep it open... and get your tongue out," he said through his smirk. Of course I did. He drew his cock head towards my tongue, and then pulled back just a little when I flicked my tongue to it. This repeated a few times, but he was hardly moving back, and eventually he let me lick the head. My tongue was a little dry from all the teasing, but he had built up enough pre-cum to provide lubrication and began sliding his head all over my tongue as he looked down at me. He moved his left hand up to the top of my head again, and pulled me close enough that his head reached my lips. I did my best to brush my lips around the head. He kept it there for the most part, but drew back briefly once in a while just to feel me push against his other hand and try to follow his cock as it slid down my tongue. I decided to moisten my tongue again by taking it back in my mouth, but before I could stick it out again his cock head was back at my lips. I did my best to massage the head with my lips, and pushed out as much saliva as I could with my tongue. He just kept it there and enjoyed the first bit of my mouth. I kept on working his cock head as he sat there and felt pleasure. He started to move a little bit forward, and eventually I felt my lips come to the end of the head when I pushed forward.
Chris continued the slow penetration of his cock into my mouth until the entire head was in and being caressed by my tongue. I figure my lips were about 2" down his cock when he all at once pushed my head down about 4 more inches before I began to gag slightly. Chris was moaning a little at the feeling of my mouth surrounding his prick, and I was doing my best to make that feeling as good as possible, just like I had done for my friends in high school. I was providing suction, and running my tongue all around this cock. I drew my cheeks in, and squeezed the head with he back of my throat by doing controlled swallows and gags. I was intent on getting Chris off and thought a little bobbing action might be the next step. I started coming up, but hadn't moved two inches before I felt his hand hold me down as if he thought I would stop. I went down again, and then up, and down again. Chris got what I was trying to do--or at least was distracted enough by how good it felt for him to let me continue. I started going to town, up and down, using my tongue, and every technique I could remember. It had been about a month and a half since the last time I gave my highschool friends head, so I was rusty. It didn't take me long to get used to having cock in my mouth again, and was not long before I had my nose all the way down in his pubes.
I know most guys close their eyes while their mouth is being used. I do not. I could see Chris' shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, and his legs and abs flex when the pleasure was the best. His balls were rising slightly, so I backed off to prolong the good feeling for him. His groans were turning into words, but I could not make them out. I figured out he was telling my what he had in mind. He told me I would be giving him head all the time. He said he did not want to have to jerk off again as long as he knew me. Then he started telling me how he was going to make me jerk off in front of the web cam, and how he was going to give the address to his friends so they could watch me. I was there sucking his cock, and the more turned on he was from the pleasures I was giving him, the more he thought of ways he could use me. I decided then that I better get him to cum fairly quickly before he had me doing too much else.
Chris continued: I was going to have to do whatever he told me on the webcam. He was going to make me stick dildos up my ass, and was going to make me cum all over myself. He was going to make me shave my balls live for his friends to watch. He kept moaning for a while, then I felt his hands on the sides of my head and he slowed me down. I sat there and waited for him to cum in my mouth. I kept working and working, tonguing the head and sucking what I could. I looked up into his eyes, and saw he was not ready to cum. Instead he was looking down at me with his cock in my mouth.
"This is what Jeff and Pete are going to want to see," he said, referring to his two best friends at UBC. "Yeah, this will be good. I will make you give me head live for them to watch. They will be able to see how much you love sucking me off, and how you love me cumming on your face!! Oh yeah, this will be great!" He took his right hand off the side of my head, and traced my lips around his cock. Then he started pushing it up and down a little and felt his cock passing between my lips. "Oh yeah, and when they visit, you can give them head too..."
He freed my head and let me work his cock some more. I was going hard, and he was moaning "Yeah, suck me, yeah, suck my friends, yeah, oh yeah..." I could feel his cock getting harder, and I slowed to make it as pleasurable as possible. I kept him on the edge for about 30 seconds, and then felt it begin to pulse in my mouth. I slowed my work on his head down, and let him cum at his own pace. I felt the first pulse travel up the shaft, pass my lower lip through the cum tube, and enter my mouth. I know when I get really turned on, I cum very hard, and I could tell that this was the same for him. Huge amounts of cum were flowing in my mouth, and I could hear him moaning. Before he was done cumming, he pulled out, and let me have a few shots on the face. I could see his cock continue to pulse, but there was no more than drops of cum flowing out onto my face. He held his cock and used the head to wipe his cum from my face into my mouth, where he left his cock for me to nurture as it rested. He grew softer, and then I could tell his bliss had past, and he was regaining energy. I pulled off, and he looked down at me, saying "I'll e-mail Jeff and Pete tonight. This will be great!"
____________________ This story was fiction, and is not intended to represent any real life characters. If anyone knows of a cam I can watch like this one, or has pictures like this, please e-mail me.
V-boy! victoria_boy@hotmail.com