38 comments/ 422664 views/ 462 favorites Roommate From Hell By: engine1844 Let me just start by saying that before my junior year in college, I had never even really thought about being with guys before this whole thing happened. I mean, I might have thought about it, who doesn't, but just like something that might have gone through my head, not something I really considered doing, and definitely not in the way this whole thing panned out. I was doing just fine with chicks, they dug me and my body. I'm about 5'11, with sandy dirty-blond hair, deep blue eyes, a square jaw...oh yeah, I'm really toned too, have nice muscles, nothing big, but good enough from jogging and hitting the gym a few times a week, which I've been doing since high school. I've got a nice six-pack, and it's sort of vain, but I do use the tanning salon enough to have a nice golden bronze hue to my skin...my school's up north, and I would have turned pale white in winter otherwise. So anyway, I was scoring enough the first two years in college; then I dumped my girl the summer before my junior year, 'cause she was boring me and getting on my case all the time. So I actually moved out of the dorms...I didn't want to live in a frat, so I rented an apartment close to campus. Thing is, I needed a roommate, since it was a two-bedroom, and I didn't want to foot the cost on my own; so one thing led to another and through some jock friends I was introduced to Jon. Jon seemed to be a cool guy at first. He was a wide receiver on the football team, and was known on campus as an all-around stud. He was about 6'2, and I would guess maybe 190 pounds of toned muscle, which I could see all the time because he walked around shirtless inside. The really distinctive thing about him I guess was his hair, which I knew from a number of stories how much girls liked this...it was sort of wavy, and longer in the front than the back, but not long; but it was light brown with natural auburn-reddish highlights, so he really stood out. The thing that struck me about his body was not just the muscle, which was normal for a football player, but how cut he was; I mean you could see all the muscles, and he had something like an eight-pack; on his really massive, meaty shoulders, there was a very fine sprinkling of freckles, but you wouldn't really notice them. He had striking blue eyes, etc., the whole package...girls went crazy for him, and I saw him score a bunch just in the first few weeks of living together. So like I said he was a good guy at first, but things started changing fast. It started changing with small things...Jon would just be rude at times, hardly grunt when I said hi and stuff like that, if he was busy, which was fine, but then also he would mess up the bathroom when taking a shower and not clean up for example. Or generally just make a mess, leave his shoes and socks and even boxers and so on in the common area. Or he would eat my food and not give it a second thought. One time, in the beginning, he even asked me to do his laundry for him, which I did, because I was expecting that he would do the same. Well needless to say, I didn't even get a "thank you" for doing his clothes, and of course he never offered to do mine when he went out. Also it really pissed me off that sometimes when I was with a girl he would walk around in boxers even then or come out of the shower and strut around in a towel, and this was distracting if me and the girl were out in the living room watching a movie or something. I was also a bit jealous I have to say, because in just the third week he had a threesome in his bedroom, and was fucking two girls' brains out from what I could hear, and one of them was a cheerleader. So he was acting like a prick, I thought. Then one long four-day weekend I had a bunch of work to finish and apparently so did he, because we both ended up staying when everyone else left. It was a Friday night and I was taking a break from my stuff looking online and having a beer when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Yeah?" I asked, and Jon walked in. He was, as usual, wearing only some boxers. I looked for a second and took in the sight of his perfectly built body, and smooth, muscled thighs and calves...I mean, I wasn't gay or anything, but he WAS a really good-looking guy even if he was a prick, and I sort of just instinctively looked. "'Sup dude?" he asked, and sort of looked around. "Hey Mike, you got any more paper, man?" "Hm?" I asked, still sort of transfixed by his body, and the obvious bulge in his boxers...I knew he was hung from what I'd heard around, but I had never seen him naked. "Paper?" He just stood there for a sec and gave me back a sly smile. He really was a handsome dude. "Yeah, man, I'm out of printing paper," he added. "Got any?" he asked again, and sort of grabbed his crotch while looking around for some on these shelves I hung close to the door. I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, he always did this, but now I was confused, 'cause I was getting boned big-time...it was sort of embarrassing, I mean here I was getting hard from watching my football roomie in his boxers. Seeing a stack of papers on the upper shelf, Jon just helped himself to some, and turned around. "Yeah...so...thanks," he added, and almost turned, but before he did so, he spoke, almost as a second thought, "Oh so, hey, Mike? I've got this problem with my psych paper? You wanna, uhm...come to my room and help me figure it out?" He was sort of reclining his shoulder blades on my door and facing me as he spoke, which really made his abs show; his chiseled chest was shining from the lamp. I didn't want to be a prick...I mean, yeah, I was going to help him, BUT...if I got up now, he could see I was way hard...I was having a tough time hiding my hard dick even as it was. "Sure Jon," I said, almost blushing. "Let me finish here, and I'll be in your room in a sec, k?" Jon agreed and left. I watched his slow, almost strutting walk, and all the muscles in his back and calves contract and expand as he walked away. I quickly snapped out of the whole thing, though, and drank a glass of water. I decided that was all too weird, and I would go help him out, and then come back and jack off to some hot Jenna Jameson or Sylvia Saint or something...I hadn't had any in about a week, and I knew it was the same for Jon, it was crunch time for mid-terms. But when I got to Jon's room, my plans for self-control flew out the window. My dick almost instantly started getting hard...he was sort of splayed out on a chair in front of his computer, one foot up on the desk, showing the amazing musculature of his thighs and hamstrings, and sort of lying back, with one hand on the mouse, and the other sort of in the top of his boxers. "Hey 'sup Mike, take a seat," he said. I sat next to his chair, on his bed, so that my growing bulge would be out of his sight. I could feel the heat coming from his body even this far away. He looked for maybe another half a minute at his computer, after which he did something that sort of threw me off guard. In one move he wheeled around on his revolving chair until he was facing me, and then placed one foot on the floor, and one on the side of the bed, right between my legs. He smiled. "So Mike bro...you horny or something?" he asked, still smiling. His smirk was not entirely mean. I sort of blushed. "Uhhmmm...I don't know, I mean, you know..." "Fuck yeah, you're horny, dude," Jon said back to me, grinning now, and pressed his foot against my hard dick through my boxers. His move sort of sent me overboard and I backed up, as if I'd been electric shocked. "Yo Jon, what the fuck man?" Jon was still shooting me that grin. He lay back in his chair, with his legs sort of splayed out. "Cut the bullshit, Mike," he said, but in a sort of friendly way. "I know you're hot for me. I see you checking me out all the time; you even fucking threw a boner when I came into your room earlier...tell me...you jack off when you hear me fuck my bitches?" I stuttered for a second...I had masturbated many times hearing Jon pound into all these hot girls. Shit...he had me. I said what came to mind first. "I'm not gay Jon, if that's what you're saying..." Jon chuckled, "No one said anyone's gay, man. I just said you're hot for me. I know it's true. So..." he said, sort of arching his brows and cupping his crotch. "Want some, Mike? I'll make your day for you, dude..." I looked at him. Was he joking? Was this a trap...I mean...if I said yes would he beat me up? "Ever sucked cock, Mike?" I freaked out at this. I sat up and was ready to get off his bed, but Jon placed his foot right on my taut stomach, and lightly pushed me back. I looked straight at him. "Plenty of guys wanna suck my cock, dude...I'm giving you a chance here..." he smirked at me. I sort of sat back down, and looked slowly past his ridged abdomen, to the top of his boxers, where his hand was just teasing the elastic band. "Yeah...I thought so, Mike. Why don't you get over here." Jon pushed his wheeled chair back by tapping the bed with his foot. This put some space between him and the bed. Reluctantly, but almost hypnotized, I crawled off the bed and found myself on my knees in front of this jock stud. What the fuck was I doing? Was I just on my knees in front of my asshole roomie? I mean, I thought this guy was a prick, yet here I was... "What you waiting for, faggot, take my boxers off," Jon's sudden command cut through everything I was thinking. Even forgetting that he had called me a faggot, I was so turned on by this guy's body and his cocky attitude, that I immediately started doing what he asked me to. I slowly took down the elastic band of his boxers, feeling underneath the hard muscles of his lower abs. He had a line of muscle running around his hips...this guy was just totally jacked. Pretty soon, he raised up off a bit and I had his boxers around the middle of his thighs. Holy shit! I thought...this guy was hung...I mean, I'd heard of it, but he wasn't even totally hard yet, and he still had me beat. As soon as I got the CK boxers around his knees, he sort of used his legs to get them around his ankles and then kicked them off to the side. Grabbing my wrist, he led my right hand to his growing cock. "Jack me, stud," he said, sort of in jest. "You've jacked yourself off plenty of times, you know how to do it, right?" I smiled back and grabbed his thick tool...I was surprised at how thick and hot it was, it wasn't even all hard yet. Pretty soon though it grew...must have been at least eight or nine inches and fucking thick totally hard I thought, as I watched in awe. "Lick the head," Jon quickly cut my daydream short. Almost in a trance, I did as he asked. Then I looked back at him for instructions. He had a commanding, almost mean look in his eye now. "Again, dumbass," he said. I started licking his head. Pretty soon Jon told me to lick the underside of his now vertical cock up and down, and then the sides. Throughout all this he said nothing, just watched me clean his cock with my tongue. It tasted hard and soft at the same time...it was warm, but it had this strength...I mean, I was totally in heat by now, and salivating like crazy. His cock was glistening with my spit. "Good," Jon added. "Now...suck my dick, dude," he said and put his hands behind his head, sort of resting on the doors of a closet. I jumped on it, and the head slid into my mouth. I was in heaven and couldn't get enough of this tough jock's hot cock. That's what really got me off...I almost came in my boxers without touching myself...the fact that he was so tough, I mean, I was pretty fit myself, but this guy could have made my face into a punching bag if he felt like it. It really turned me on to think I was under his power like that...I took more and more of his dick into my wet mouth, but it was hard. I mean this guy was huge! My jaws really had to spread now...I had moved up, and my forehead was almost touching his ripped abs, but I could hardly get his dick in my mouth. "That's it...fuck yeah dude, you my fuckin' cocksucker now," he said. It drove a chill down my spine to hear him say that. Then Jon put his hands on the back of my neck and pushed my head down his cock. My jaws stretched impossibly, and then the head rammed up against my throat. I choked and pushed off against his massive thighs, but it was like trying to push a wall. My eyes were soon in his pubes as I started getting desperate for air. Then he sort of released me, and I pushed back up and breathed in. "Keep sucking, bitch," Jon said. "ogh fuck yeah..." I heard him moan. "Didn't know you had such a fuckin' slutty mouth Mike, or I'd have turned you into my personal cocksucking little whore long ago..." I just continued sucking on the head of his dick, waiting to see what Jon would do next. It didn't take long before he rammed his cock way up my throat, choking me again...this time pulling me down by the ears. "Shit yeah! Fuckin' love hearing a cocksucker choke on my meat...choke on it, dumbass! Shit, Mike, I knew you wanted to suck me, dude, all those times you're fuckin' checkin' me out...keep at it, boy, you're doing great...fuuuckk...fuckin' better than any cocksucker I've had, Mike; thanks a lot faggot...you're doing just fuckin' great..." Jon kept talking....I couldn't object to anything he said. Then I got an idea. I slowly looked past his chiseled abdominal muscles, past his massive muscled chest and into his piercing blue eyes. He looked at me with a mixture of lust, contempt, and power...shit, I nearly came when I saw that. I sort of smiled back at him with his cock stretching my lips impossible. "Watch your teeth cocksucker and bob that dumb little head up and down my meat...you'll fuckin' get your prize soon, girlyboy." He gave me a light slap. That just about did it for me. I started sucking up and down his monster cock as much as I could; the only sounds in the room were my slurping and Jon's occasional grunts. Pretty soon, he had me by the hair, and dipped my head all the way down to his pubes...I was just about out of air, but I felt his body tense up and his cock expand in my mouth. "FUCK YEAH! Eat my fuckin' cum, you sick homo!" Jon barked at me. I had no choice...with his cock stretching out my throat, he was the boss...and soon he came once, twice, three times... "Right into your fuckin' cocksucker throat, faggot! Take it!" Then Jon pulled out and came once in my mouth and then twice on my face. I never felt so degraded, but at the same time hot...Jon wiped his cock off on my chin and pushed me away with his knee. He looked for a second at me, his magnificent chest expanding and contracting, a light sheen of sweat over his muscles. He took a rag next to his chair and threw it in my face. "Wipe your face, dicklicker, you're covered in cum like a whore," Jon said. I did so, then watched him get up off the chair, showing all the definition in his cut abs and shoulders. I was really surprised that he was still mostly hard. Almost without thinking I reached into my boxers and started jacking off...but Jon kicked my hand away and told me to follow him. I was embarassed as hell--I mean, this bigger jock had just come in my mouth! But...I was still really turned on, especially by his dominant attitude...what the hell was wrong with me? Seeing his muscled back and ass, all thoughts of resistance flew out, and I was totally in heat. He walked out to the living room and poured himself a glass of Pepsi, and I did the same. The drink was refreshing, and I was even starting to calm down. Then Jon walked to the couch and called me over. I went there and stood right in front of him. "You like my cock, boy?" he asked staring right through my eyes. I had to look down, past his armored chest and amazing abs...my gaze rested on his cock, now jutting fiercely past his navel. "Mhmm..." I responded quietly. Suddenly I felt his hand on my chin and he raised until I had to look him in the eye. He was sort of smiling. "So you do?" "Yeah Jon, I do," I answered meekly, but sort of smiling myself now. "Can I...uhm..." "You wanna suck me again?" he asked. I looked at his amazing arms, with a vein running down his biceps, and his meaty veined forearms...I was about to burst! I mean, shit...this guy was like a posterboy for total masculinity...I answered. "Yeah...Jon...can I suck your dick again? Please?" He chuckled. "Sure fag...your girly mouth will get plenty of cock-time this weekend," Jon answered. I got a rush hearing him talk to me like that with his totally manly voice...like I said...I didn't really know what to think! "But now it looks like you've got a prob yourself...why don't you take those panties off, suckboy?" He didn't need to finish...I shucked my boxers around my ankles and threw them off in seconds. Jon snapped the head of my dick with two fingers and I gasped. I looked up and was lost in his handsome face. Jon smiled as he grabbed me by the balls and pulled me closer; then he took my dick and started jacking me, slowly. With his right hand he started to do the same to his own throbbing eight inches. I moaned...pretty soon Jon switched gears. First he rubbed the head of his bigger cock against mine, but then he started slowly tapping his cock, from above on the head of my own...then he actually starting slapping my cock with his own, and slapping his dickhead on mine...pretty hard! "Slappin' your faggot dick, boy...oh yeah! You fuckin' get off on this big time, don't you Mike?" I was moaning like crazy, and didn't know what to do...I might have passed out, but instead I rested my hands for support on Jon's massive shoulders, feeling his power there. Soon, however, Jon stopped, and I involuntarily made a moan of disappointment. Jon paid no attention. He backed off about a foot, and still held the base of my cock, sort of massaging it there, and sometimes running his fingers over my balls. I felt totally under his control. He looked me right in the eye, and said something that shocked me, "I wanna fuck you now," sort of matter of fact. "You've got a nice ass, and I wanna fuck it. You got a problem with that?" I just stood there for a few seconds, saying nothing. He wanted what? I looked down and gasped as he squeezed the base of my dick again...I saw the muscles play in his big toned biceps, and his forearm as he held me. I wanted to protest, but it came out sounding very weak. "Uhm...no...no way, Jon, I don't do that..." I sort of half-whispered, meekly. Jon ignored me. He let go of me and sort of just stood there, resting his weight on his left hip, looking SO sexy. "Show me how hot you are for my cock, Mike. Put your arms on this couch and stick that fine girly ass of yours in the air." I looked back at him. "Do it!" he commanded. I lost all will power and did as he said. I turned, bent over, rested my arms on the couch, and stuck my ass up. I'd never felt so vulnerable and exposed. Soon I felt Jon move behind me. "Stay still, slut. Don't move too much." I felt his massive thighs brush against my hamstrings, and then sort of push my legs apart, exposing me even more. He placed his left hand on the small of my back, and then lightly slapped my ass with his right, making me buck back a bit. "Damn...no tan lines, Mike. Nice. You've got a better ass than most girls I've fucked..." Jon said this sort of smirking, and it made me feel really great to hear him compliment me like that. I had a nice toned body...but still, I was scared, and embarrassed...I was starting to get second thoughts. I mean, I had never planned on getting fucked by another guy. Jon's commanding jock voice dispelled all those thoughts... "K...don't move a lot, like I said. Just take it. Don't make me snap your fucking back in half," he said. Roommate From Hell Ch. 02 I showered first in the morning. After I dried myself I picked up the books to do some work and I heard Jon go to the bathroom. I got a hardon just listening to him use the shower, imagining his hot, ripped body under the water. I tried to put this out of my head. But the way he made me arch my back on the couch, took control, and fucked me in the ass the night before all flashed through my mind and I almost came without touching myself. What the hell was wrong with me? I thought this guy was a total asshole but here I was, moaning like a slut just at the thought of my jock roomie abusing my ass and mouth like he fucked one of his girls' pussies. After he had fucked me the night before he went to take a shower and I went to my room. I avoided him as he went to his own room and I guess he fell asleep because I didn't hear from him for the rest of the night. Actually I fell asleep too pretty soon after that...but not before jacking off again to the thought of him slowly working his thick cock into me. I was embarrassed. On one hand I was hoping this was a one-time experiment and that Jon wouldn't even mention it again. On the other, I thought that if I saw his hot body again I would be begging him in seconds flat. Common sense got the better of me and I put my clothes on really quick. I wanted to get the hell out and go to the student center and hang out or study before Jon came out of the bathroom. As luck would have it, just as I was passing the bathroom the door opened, and out stepped Jon, a towel casually thrown over his shoulder. He had the same sexy, sly smile that he had the day before right before he made me go down on him. I became hard instantly. "What's up Mikey?" I looked at him probably like a deer in headlights. "Umm...not much Jon. I'm...I dunno, just stepping out to go to the library..." Jon was not listening to me, he started just casually to wipe his hair and the back of his neck with the towel. As he did this I let my eyes glide down his totally chiseled body, the massive, broad chest, the ridges of his abs, so defined they looked like they were carved out of stone, and slowly down past his navel to the thick cock that had broken my ass the day before. He was not hard, but his cock was just still so awesome, thick, hanging below his huge balls. I still couldn't believe I let this guy fuck me, it was just so humiliating. I mean that's the ultimate act of domination one man can perform on another, making him his bitch, and this hunky football guy did just that to me only hours before. I felt my ass twitch as images of his rough fuck and sweaty, jacked body flashed in my mind again. With an effort, I looked up, to his face. I intended to say "bye," and that I was about to leave, but nothing came out. I just kept looking at him like an idiot. I was like a hypnotized mouse or some other kind of prey in front of a magnificent hunting beast. I looked at his eyelashes and the way his fierce profile made him look like a wolf on the hunt. For a while he stared at the floor as he was drying his hair but now his blue eyes just pierced through me. He arched his eyebrows. "Heading out?" "Umm...y...ummm...yah I'm gonna be back..." "Cool...good to know." I was expecting him to say something, but Jon just sort of was fooling around with his towel now, slowly drying off his magnificent body. My eyes now traveled down his muscular defined legs and calves to his feet, then back up to his face. He just stood there, saying nothing. Finally he said, "Alright? See you later?" He was pretending like nothing was up. But I couldn't get myself to leave. First, I was hard as hell, and I doubt I could have walked. But there was more. He just exuded a calm, masculine sexuality and had me totally mesmerized. Shit, I thought, why was I acting like a fag? Another minute of this tension and I gave in (probably what the son of a bitch was expecting me to) and I said, "Ummm...look Jon...ummm" "Yeah?" Jon threw the towel right in my face as he said this. I was surprised, but I took it up right to my face and breathed in deeply. Jon laughed. "You're a real fag, you know that Mikey? Now what the hell do you want? I wanna go out for a jog and you're wasting my time." "No, wait Jon," I said. "Please...umm...I...you know," I was mumbling. "See you later buddy, gotta head out," said Jon and just turned to go to his room. This did it for me and in a fit of desperation I just said out loud, "Wait please Jon, please let me suck your cock!" Jon turned to face me. He had a smirk on his face. I couldn't take my eyes off his hot body or his thick cock, now slightly growing. "What did you just say fuckwad?" He asked this sort of aggressively. If I didn't know what had happened the night before I'd be real worried now that I'd get the crap beaten out of me. "Please Jon...uhmm...Sir...would you please let me suck your cock?" Hearing myself say this strangely made me that much hotter. I almost came in my pants. My breath was short. "I dunno man..." Jon said sort of looking me up and down. He leaned back against the wall and just lightly scratched his defined abs. "You know what? I know you like to play pussy, but stop being a pussy. Why don't you take off your fag clothes first and stop pretending you wanna 'head out'?" It took me all but thirty seconds to step out of my jeans, shirt, socks, shoes, and boxers. I stood totally naked in front of this dominant stud, nervously waiting for what would happen next. He just lay back against the wall, silent and confident, with his arms crossed and the muscles really showing in his forearms. I got a sense of the immense strength in those arms...he could snap my back in half, like he said. That was part of what really made him so hot to me. "Now what was it you said you wanted to do?" I wasted no time this round. "Suck your cock...Sir." "You wanna suck my dick Mikey? Only fags suck dick. So you agree you're a fag for me now?" "Yeah." "Yeah what pussy? Speak up." "Yes, I'm your fag Jon," I said, and my cock twitched. Jon chuckled. "Cool. I know you are, Mike. I just about fucked your goddamn brains out yesterday. Just wanted to hear you admit it. Well...I don't know if I'm in the mood to have a fag slobber on my dick just now, Mike. Why don't you lick my ass for me first?" I was shocked to hear him say this. Sure, he dominated the hell out of me only the day before, but this seemed so weird. But looking into his confident, cocky face a wave of submission washed through me. "Ah..." Not waiting for me to answer, Jon just grabbed my arm and led me into the bathroom. He threw me into the shower and turned on the hot water, then stepped in. I got the privilege of soaping up this hot stud's muscled body. I washed his massive pecks and the valley in the middle of his pecs between the mounds of muscle. It just felt amazing to feel his powerful body, and his skin felt smooth, rubbery over the hard mounds of muscle. Washing his chiseled abs, that all guys work for but few seem to get, was so amazing, and I was totally hard and leaking by now. I could see Jon's monster cock was growing, though not fully hard yet. He then just turned around without speaking, and I started soaping up his massive muscled back. This guy basically just trounced people on the field, and you could feel the power in his muscles. I slowly worked in the soap suds on the ridge of muscles that covered his shoulderblades, and felt for a second the steel strength in his shoulders. Slowly I descended to my knees, soaping up his fit lower back and the two "nicks" on the sides of the spine that I now found so hot. How could have I turned into such a fag in just one day, admiring every crevasse of this guy's body? Slowly I descended further, and soaped the globes of muscle of his ass. Jon said nothing. He knew what was expected of me, and he knew I would do it. Slowly I spread his muscular ass cheeks apart, and let water run down the smooth crack. This was it. I licked the sides of Jon's ass crack and then let my pink tongue tease, in low thrusts his puckered hole. I heard him moan and felt really great to know I was giving this hot stud pleasure. I rimmed his ass now, letting my tongue lap up and down his hot crack for about five minutes. All the while Jon was moaning from time to time appreciatively. "Good job, asslicker...keep going," he purred, "keep doing what guys like you do best." I was licking my jock roommate's ass! Just the thought almost had me come. I went in a frenzy and started french-kissing his ass. "Fuck yeah Mikey...keep doing that, slut...fuuuck, that's it kiss my ass faggot. You're doing a great job...gotta tell you dude, I didn't expect you to fag out so fast...tough jock on your knees with your tongue licking my ass...that's it pussy...show me...show me what a fucking pussy you are, lick my ass you pussy..." Jon kept calling me a pussy, which got me really hot. Then he said something that shocked me, "What would your girl say if she saw you now, man? Huh? Licking your roomie's ass so you could get a taste of his cock?" I didn't say anything, I just moaned into his ass like a bitch and continued sucking and kissing harder. I couldn't get enough of making out with this hot stud's muscular ass! Suddenly he just turned around, his massive cock, now hard as steel and erect slamming me in the face. "Alright here you go fuckwad, here's your reward," said Jon as he sunk his cock into my throat in one smooth but fast and efficient thrust. I started to gag, but he didn't give a fuck, or he was even more turned on by that, because he only pulled back for half a second, then started really to piston in and out of my throat. "Eat my meat faggot...that's it Mike...shit, you should see yourself. On your knees choking and gagging on my big cock like a porn slut...suck it bitch...suck my dick!" I didn't really have a choice. I wasn't really sucking so much as getting totally skullfucked. Jon had locked his hands on the back of my head and was pistoning his thick battering rod in and out of my throat making me gag and choke like, as he said, a porn slut. But I had never been more turned on. Suddenly Jon yanked his cock out of my mouth...strands of spit extended between my lips and his thick rod. I lunged like a bitch in heat for his hot cock, trying to lick it, but Jon grabbed me by the hair and yanked back brutally. "You fucking suck my cock when I order you to if you know what's good for you, wimp! Got it?" "Yes sir," I managed to let out in a hoarse whisper. Jon just still slapped me, lightly, but not entirely in a joking way either, on the cheek with his other hand. Then he grabbed the base of his cock again. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, bitch." I obeyed, and was rewarded with several brutal cockslaps on my cheeks and tongue. Then Jon ordered me to just keep my tongue out of my mouth like a good little bitch. He leaned over. His handsome face was expressionless, just full of lust and determination. He just opened his mouth and spit a few times in mine. I submitted to this latest degradation, then watched in a trance as Jon stuck his thick cock back in my mouth and plugged it like a pussy again. My cheeks and lips were almost numb, but feeling his thick cock in my mouth was heaven. I felt Jon quicken his pace and felt his balls draw up...I knew what was coming. "Just take it faggot...swallow my cum Mike!" Jon really jammed his cock all the way down my throat and grabbed me by both sides of the head as he pumped load after load directly down my throat. Then he pulled back and I felt several more hot spurts on my tongue. I started swallowing what I could but heard him order me to just keep it in my mouth. I did so and felt the dominant stud who had used my mouth like a twat calm down from his high. I wanted to shoot too but when I put my hand on my dick he kicked it away with a foot, nonchalantly. Slowly Jon pulled his still-hard cock back from my mouth. Strands of cum extended from his huge cock to my lips and tongue but the running water was cleaning him off and I was just left there with a mouth open, full of cum. I looked up, past the muscle extending around his hip, past the hot glistening ridges of his carved abs, past his sculpted muscular football chest into Jon's face, something I had not been really able to do while he was furiously fucking my mouth. Jon just stared down at me, sort of expressionless again, the stare of a determined wolf, sort of a look of contempt, lust, and conquest playing in his eyes and lips. "Good job Mike. You're a great cocksucker. Now swallow my load." I didn't need to be told twice. I closed my mouth and gulped down Jon's hot load. His face broke into a satisfied grin. He patted my head like a dog. "Not bad. Fast learner," he said, still smiling, then stepped out of the shower. "Don't touch your pussyboy cock just yet gayboy." For no particular reason, again I found myself obeying and followed Jon out of the bathroom. "Go get me a towel dumbass," Jon said as he opened a carton of orange juice and drank straight out of it. I looked for a moment at the muscles on the side of his body and under his arm as he was drinking, but not wanting to cross him I ran back into the bathroom and came out with towels for both of us. I was so dazed I had just walked out naked and dripping after him. What the fuck was wrong with my mind?? I dried him and got the privilege of feeling his tough body again. Without being asked I sank to my knees and lightly patted his crotch then his legs. Jon then sat back in an armchair and raised up a foot and then the other and I dried each. He was just so cool about being served, it seemed to come naturally to him. Needless to say I had a raging boner and it was not going away, but Jon told me not to touch myself, so I was in major frustration...or pleasant tension or something. Jon just kept watching me dry his hot body with a bemused look on his face. I leaned in to pat his chiseled torso again with the towel because he was not completely dry there, but he just pushed me back with his knee. Then he raised up his right foot again, but this time to my face. "You know what to do asslicker...get to it!" I didn't even flinch as my long pink tongue snaked out and I started cleaning the soles of his foot. Jon never broke eye contact with me while I ran my tongue up and down the sole of his foot...even in his soles you could tell what an awesome athlete this guy was, with a body forged from top to bottom in the most strenuous contact sports. My mind didn't have too much time to wander though, even on his activities on the field, since I was slowly forced to pay attention to serving the dominant jock in front of me. He stuck his toes in my mouth and I worshipped them. Then he put his foot back down. "OK cuntboy, I'm too lazy to raise up my other foot, but you know what to do...show me how much you want to get to know my body dude...go for it...kiss my fucking foot...now!" Jon raised his voice on the last word as I hesitated. But I leaned over on all fours like he was some kind of god and licked the top of his foot. I licked and kissed in between the toes. I continued this for about three minutes maybe. Then, without being told, I decided to take a chance and lick my way up his shin. Jon didn't complain and I slowly worked my way up his shin, licking the muscles of his calves and totally getting off on the sparse hairs and the feel of just how powerful his legs were. The muscle around the knee, his thighs, every inch of this guy's body was totally defined. Softly kissing my way up his toned thigh I noticed that his cock was growing again. Suddenly Jon grabbed me by the hair, got up off the armchair over the top of my head and dragged me to his bed. I knew what was coming next. "OK Mikey...I know you haven't cum yet, so you must be ready to explode...I can tell how much you dig my hot body. Only a few minutes ago I was fucking your face like a piece of pussy and all you wanted to do was jack off like a little boy. I guess that's how fagboys like you like to get their rocks off...I don't know and I don't give a shit. I've decided you're here to serve me when there aren't any chicks around...I can totally tell you get off on being used like a whore piece of ass, and that's cool with me. I guess yesterday when I penetrated your tight little ass I fucked any fight or resistance out of your faggot brain pretty fast. I made you into a pussy...and don't you fucking forget that. I fucking own your ass. Now that you seem cool with your place I want to give you want you want and treat you like what you are...I'm gonna make you my girl. Do you want that, pussy? Do you wanna be my hot little girl?" I was confused, and I blushed furiously. What the hell was this guy saying. But I found myself nodding. "Good. Your hot 'girlfriend' left some of her lipstick in the bathroom the other day. If you want me to plug your pussy with my big cock...you gotta know...I like to fuck girls. So go make yourself look like one. Show me how much you want me." Without being asked, almost as if I was in a trance I made my way to the bathroom. I took the lipstick that my girlfriend left last time she was around, and I started putting it on. I looked so fucking gay! I put the lipstick on, and my cock twitched. In a submissive fit, I took the lipstick and wrote out "BITCH" on my chest. I decided to do one better than Jon even expected. I quickly snuck into my room, it was on the other side of the hallway so Jon couldn't see me go, and put on some of the panties Jenny had left. I wasn't even thinking...but my whole body was on fire. Jon cracked up and just about bawled over with laughter when he saw me walk out. I must have made quite a sight. Fit, handsome guy, who gets plenty of pussy and can get plenty more, with lipstick on, panties, and a bright hot pink "BITCH" written right across his defined chest. Blushing furiously, I put on a faggy voice, "You like it?" Still chuckling, Jon said, "Yeah pussyboy, you've got one hell of a sick twisted mind...but I like it. Get your ass over here." I walked, slowly and seductively, toward Jon who was splayed out on his bed, back against the wall, his rock-muscle shoulders defined and relaxed in the morning light. My dick was straining against the soft fabric of the panties. Slowly I sank to my knees and wrapped my lipstick-pink lips around Jon's hot, thick cock, now totally erect. He felt down my toned back with his hand, and possessively smacked my ass a few times. Then he ordered me to stop sucking him off. Disappointed, I obeyed. "OK, Michelle, it's time to get what you've itched for since I put it to you last night. Get up here." I slowly crawled up into the bed and between Jon's legs, still grabbing his cock and jacking him off lightly. Then he totally surprised me by leaning forward, grabbing the back of my neck, and slowly sticking his tongue in my mouth. I let his tongue penetrate me. With one hand Jon lightly caressed my jaw, with the other he felt up and down my fit side and pinched my nipples, as his tongue explored my mouth. I moaned like a bitch and blushed again, a heat wave rising up my body. He was treating me just like a girl! Then Jon pulled me even further up. I put my hands against his chest to stabilize myself, again marveling at how fucking strong and ripped this guy was. He spread my legs over his and then looked into my eyes, one hand rubbing my ass, the other playing with the band of my new panties. "Nice touch with the panties, girlieboy...Jenny leave them behind for you to wear for me?" I didn't answer, just slowly backed up only slightly into the hand that was feeling my ass. "I'm gonna take a shot at her hot pussy too, don't worry." My eyes widened and Jon grinned. "You like that, don't you, sick fuck? Huh? You want to see me fuck your girlfriend's brains out?" Roommate From Hell Ch. 02 I just looked into his handsome face. I knew he could have any girl he wanted. I just nodded and emitted a barely audible "yes." "Yes what, pussyboy?" "Yes Jon, I'd like to see you fuck my girlfriend." "Why's that faggot? Speak up." The events of the day just got to me...I was so hot, my cock was about to burst open my panties, I felt so humiliated and feminized but at the same time turned on, I just wanted to do or say anything to get fucked again by this hot stud. I just decided to go 100%. "Because you fucking own me. You own my ass. You're so much fucking stronger and tougher than me, dude...you can have anything...just please...I'll do anything...will you fuck me? Please?" I felt so hot submitting to this alpha male, but had no time to think because in one casual but quick motion Jon just ripped off my panties and threw them to the floor. Then he put his hands behind his head and lay back. As I felt his hot throbbing cock lay against my lower back I saw Jon's biceps and chest bunch up in that pose, and his magnificent abs and lats expand. I was positively salivating. "Go ahead Mikey...show me what a faggot wimp you've become for my cock in less than a day. Show me that you're my girl." I knew what Jon wanted me to do. I reached behind and grabbed his cock by the thick base. I raised myself up on my knees and positioned his spearhead at my entrance. Then I started slowly to push down. But I still lacked experience. I fumbled for a few seconds before I could tell Jon got fed up. He unhooked his hands from behind his head, crouched over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Look at me!" he barked. I looked at him, his cold gaze penetrating me, and just then he pushed down on my shoulders as he thrust his hips upward savagely. His hot cock punched into my new pussy with one brutal motion, and I let out a yelp. "Hot hole...you bitch... Mikey. Now do it. Sit down on my cock. Do it slowly." Jon lay back again, relaxed, hands behind his head, and watched me slowly lower myself on his cock. I moaned softly like a bitch. It was one of the most erotic feelings I've ever had. Slowly, I felt with my fingers as his thick cock filled my pussy inch by fucking inch. The way he was stretching me out felt amazing. I felt out of breath as I lowered myself on his rod until finally after a few minutes I reached the hilt and my smooth ass scratched his pubes. Slowly, instinctively, I let myself move my ass in slow, short circles. I looked into his eyes and did feel just like a girl. "You like that...you like that Jon?" "What?" he asked contemptuously. "You like my tight little ass?" Jon leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Oh fuck yeah baby...that's one fucking tight pussy." "Yeah? You like my tight pussy all stretched around your thick fucking cock?" Jon bit my lower lip. "Oooh yeah, you fucking little bitch, here you go," and he started rocking his hips back and forth now, spearing me with his hot cock rhythmically. "I love your hot pussy baby...you're a real fucking pretty girl, you know that, Mikey?" At this I just about lost it. This tender fuck where he was making me feel like a girl was so much more humiliating than his rough fuck the day before! I moaned and noticed that my moan had become softer, more intimate. I yelped again as Jon switched gears, took me by the wrists, and with his cock still in me manhandled me on my back, not missing a beat. "Alright faggot, enough playing around, I wanna fucking breed your twat now." Jon pinned my wrists on the bed above my head, and bent over me, pounding me with his cock in this primal pose. His eyes pierced mine as his cock pierced my new pussy over and over again. I noticed that my moans were almost all high-pitched now, and I really sounded like a girl! Jon was clearly back in his usual mode, but I was not. I was still acting like his girl. He wasted no time in noticing this and spoke in a deep manly voice, coming out of his barrel-chest, hovering over me as he was pounding into me, "You fucking dumb pussy fag! You're still squealing like a girl! Well take my fuck now any way I wanna give it...fucking faggot...go ahead...squeal some more, I love hearing you cry like a cunt!" I played along and with every powerful thrust I yelped a high-pitched shriek. The bed was rocking like it was about the fall apart, pounding into the wall while Jon's magnificent muscles contracted and expanded as he shoved his thick cock into me, again and again and again, calling me his bitch, cunt, pussy. I looked down between us and saw his rock-hard abs, coated in sweat, the sweat dripping off onto me, hard at work pumping me full of his cock. I tightened my ass around his invading cock and was rewarded with a lusty growl from deep in his chest. My ass felt amazing as this hot jock abused it for his own pleasure...it still hurt, but I got off even on that. I looked into his eyes. The connection was electric, he was fucking me and we both knew it... "Go ahead Mikey. Cum. Cum for me. Cum like the little girl you know you are." His hot voice, his incredible, skillful fucking of my body and mind into submission, his amazing body and the sweat dripping off me, all were too much. With an incoherent, high-pitched moan and yelp I let loose. I came so fucking hard I shot way above my head, and kept shooting again and again, my own cum falling on my chest and even some on my face. "Fuck yeah! Fucked the cum right out of your fucking faggot balls, Mikey! Shit...here I come...where do you want it bitch? Where? Tell me where you want my fucking cum!" "Cum on my face! Please sir, Jon, come on my face sir!!" "You got it, pussy," Jon groaned and roughly yanked his cock out of my stretched ass. "Open up!" With this order I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. Jon knelt on top of me, all of the muscles in his body standing out under the glistening sweat and exertion. Jon just held his cock in front of my face and with a roar of victory he came hard right into my face, in my mouth, on my hair, again and again. I swallowed what I could then with my fingers cleaned some from my eye and lips and licked them clean. Jon was coming off his high and supported his body with a hand against the wall above and behind my head, panting with exertion. Without saying anything he inched his deflating cock to my mouth. I cleaned his cock, and then he sort of fell to his side lazily on the bed and turned around. I looked at his back, the muscles playing there, the massive torso tapering down to a trim waist, for maybe a couple of minutes. Jon then turned on his back, a satisfied but tired smirk on his face. "Alright faggot, you did good today, now get the hell out of my room, I need to get some sleep." Still panting myself, I slowly got out of his bed, my body aching from the abuse, but still on fire from the workout Jon had put both of us through today. I walked out of the room, taking a look again at his chiseled body as he fell asleep and my ass twitched as I caught a glance of his powerful cock. Roommate From Hell I didn't know if he was serious, BUT I was totally turned on for some reason to hear him say that. Jon grabbed the base of his massive tool with his right hand and slapped it on my ass cheeks a few times, then ran it up and down my crack. Pretty soon it found my ass...I felt like I was totally submitting to Jon, this cocky football stud, and it turned me on like hell! Jon started applying pressure to my ass, and in heat, I decided to complete my submission to him. I locked down my legs and pushed back against him. "Good...just take it, faggot," he said curtly, and with one rough move he pushed the spear-head of his cock past my ass. I gasped in shock and pain. Jon was sort of applying pressure to the small of my back with his left hand, which forced me to arch my back. Then with another push, he shoved several more inches of his thick cock into my ass, driving the air out of me. He rested for a second while I came to. "Shit...Jon...wait....wait...please stop," I finally told him. I wasn't expecting THIS to tell you the truth. "Wait, stop, I don't wanna do this anymore," I said, and started pushing up. Suddenly I felt Jon's hand come down between my shoulderblades and pin me to the couch. He grabbed my right wrist with the other hand, and pinned me there as well. "Listen cocksucker, I'm gonna fuck your ass whether you like it or not. Got it?" he asked and jammed another half-inch or so of his cock into me, to make his point. I gasped for air again. "Goddamn! What a fag...fuckin' tight hole, faggot. You just got your fuckin' cherry busted open, boy, and I'm taking what's mine. Now fucking relax, and you'll love the feel of my big cock in you, dumbass. Gonna turn you into a total fuck pussy, shithead, whether you like it or not...so just take it, or I'm really gonna do a number on you, faggot!" His words cut into my mind, and sent that chill all over my body...a mixture of fear, admiration, and lust for his coursed through me. Soon I felt his cock inch up my ass again, but this time slowly, and sensuously. I was still in a lot of pain, but this was one of the most erotic, and degrading things I'd ever done. Soon I felt Jon's pubes scratch my smooth ass-cheeks. "Great!" he exclaimed. "Fuckin' own your ass now, Mike." FUCK! I nearly came when I heard this cocky stud say that. Jon waited a couple of minutes until my ass accommodated his girth...I felt like I'd been piked on a beer can or something. Soon, though, Jon set about doing what he said he would. He started fucking my ass, at first in shorter thrusts, but then he long-dicked me, really driving my hips into the couch. There was still a lot of pain, but now there was something else too---occasional outbursts of amazing sensations, which made me moan with no fucking control every time! "Fuckin' liking it yet, Mike you dumb fag? Shit! Should have taken your ass sooner, boy...got a hot tight tan hole, you're better than fucking Pamela Anderson, pussy!" I couldn't believe it! This straight jock stud had bullied me into taking his cock, the total submission, and was now long-dicking me on the couch, it was sooo fucking shocking! Then Jon really sunk his cock deep up my ass and pulled me up off the couch, then pushed me up, until I was holding on to the backrest and was on my knees. Then he really started pounding into me, but deliberately and rhythmically, his hips making a loud slapping sound every time they smashed on mine. He held one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, feeling the tension there...the feelings of his cock running in and out of my ass were the most shocking and amazing thing I had felt. It only added to the thrill that he could, like he said, snap me in half...I had never felt so completely dominated and open than when I was taking this wide-receiver's dick on my own couch. Soon Jon, showing all the power he had over my body, fucked me forward until with every in-thrust he drove my cock into the couch, bringing me almost to the edge. But it didn't end there. Jon played with me like a doll, twisting me around until he was sitting down, and I was sitting on his cock, legs splayed out, my own cock sticking up in front of me. Still totally ruling my body, Jon put on a fucking storm of thrusts...I didn't even fucking know how he could go so fast, but all the sounds in the room for about five minutes were the incredibly loud slams of his hips against my ass, and my uncontrollable moaning, which he forced out of me with his cock or by playing with my balls with one hand while sinking the fingers of the other in my waist, or grabbing my neck and emphasizing his power over me. He also did this by alternating...sometimes he would slow down and just sort of slowly but deliberately thrusting into me. When he thrust in like this, he would keep the whole length of his monster cock up inside me, and push me way up off the couch, then he would thrust out half way. I had learned to clench my ass muscles on his every out-thrust, it felt SO much better to do that. "Fuck yeah! Do it, Mike, make my cock feel good with your pussy, you gay cockslut. Shit! I fucking knew I'd own your ass, you fuckin' little wimp-boy cocksucker. Now you know how it feels to take a real man's cock, and don't fuckin' forget who busted your ass open first, Mike. Made you my fucking bitchboy, take it, yeah, hot hole..." Jon kept his barrage of trashtalking throughout his rough fuck. Soon he yanked his cock out of me, and basically dragged me to the floor. Jon had me kneel and plugged my mouth some more again, this time totally taking his dick out, past my lips, and then slamming it in again all the way down my throat. After a few minutes of skull-fucking me like that Jon took my by the hair into his bedroom. He roughly slapped me around a few times and plopped me on his bed. I almost came, reminded again of this football jock's immense physical and sexual power over me. His muscles were slightly flushed with red from the exertion of his superfuck, and his whole body was covered in sweat, which shone and made him all that more sexy. "Tell me what you want, cunt! Say it and beg for it, you cumrag!" It took no time for me to answer. "Oh my god, Jon, please, PLEASE fuck my ass, man, I fuckin' want your fuckin' amazing jock cock up my ass, fuck the shit out of me, Jon!" "You got it, you dumb pussy!" Jon barked back at me, and slapped me again, ordering me to open up my legs. I did so and he knelt on the bed between my knees, the proud cock that had taken my cherry jutting aggressively upwards. Jon grabbed my ankles, raised until my ass was in the air. He looked down a spit a few times on his cock, then jammed into me mercilessly, causing me to moan like a bitch in pain and pleasure. "Fuck yeah! You fucking take my cock NOW, any way I give it, faggot!" I was amazed at Jon's power as he fucked into me like an animal. I mean I was totally getting pounded by another guy my age, so it was still sooo humiliating, but it felt too good to think to much about that. I reached over and felt the amazing tension in his contracting and expanding abs as he slammed his cock into me. Soon, though, Jon put my ankles on his muscled shoulders and bent over me, pinning my wrists down to the bed above my head. "Ready man? Ready to take my hot cum up your pussy my wimpy roomie? Huh?" He asked, sort of smiling. I started to answer, but he answered for me... "OOoh yeah, I KNOW you are, Mikey...fuckin' take it man...take my cum up your ass! I fuckin OWN you! Hot-DAMN!" Jon exclaimed, and I could tell he was coming...but his stream of trash talking, the feeling of his fucking me, and the feel of his masculine, amazing body rushed through me...I shot way over my head, and then harder than I had done before, all over my stomach and chest as this hot jock came loads up my ass...his eyes bore through mine as he unloaded into me. "Fuck you! Fuck you, Mike! Take it! YEAH!" Jon screamed in victory as he finished spurting my ass-pussy. Jon rested over me for about a minute, while I licked at his shoulder, tasting the sweat that had accumulated. Soon he pushed up off me, and looking down, slowly dragged his softening cock out of me. I sighed as it left my body. But Jon was not done here. He inched his way over my body, still kneeling over me. "Clean it," he said, and I did. Then he sort of wiped his cock off on my face and hair and nonchalantly walked out of the room. I got to see this superior jock walk away from me, his latest conquest, towards the bathroom, his amazing back muscles playing as he strutted away, and I realized he had just really made me his total bitch.