Straight Roommates Enslaved Pt. 01

His wording threw me for a loop. What could you break down and remake but inanimate objects?

"But that's just a hobby of mine that I'm extremely passionate about. I make my money from modeling."

"Jeez. Scientist, engineer, male model. Is there anything you can't do?"

"Well, I can't seem to not change the people in my life for the better. I'm a giver and I give and I give and I give until it really hurts."

"That's very noble of you. It's comforting to know how altruistic my new roomie is."

"Not entirely altruistic. The men that I give so much to all seem to want to bend over backwards to show how grateful they can be. You wouldn't believe how creative some guys are in paying me back for the life-changing gifts I give them." Michael reached down and adjusted his dick through his running shorts on the phrases "bend over" and "gifts" and I was amazed by how everything he said could have an innocent meaning but his demeanor and tone of voice said the complete opposite.

"Anyway, those miles aren't gonna run themselves. I'll see you in a bit."

With that he strode out the front door and broke into a near sprint heading towards the nearest park which I think was about 5 miles away. No way could he maintain that pace all the way there and back. Or could he? The man looked to be in extremely good shape and there was an air about him, that he could do absolutely anything. Why did that worry me a little?

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I was writing for about 20 minutes when I heard a phone go off in the living room. I guess Michael had forgotten his phone which I found to be somewhat comforting. Finally, a small crack in the perfection, absentmindedness. I walked over to the coffee table to silence the phone but when I went to pick it up I noticed that Michael had added a pic to the contact info of the person calling. What nearly made me drop the phone in my hand was that it was a pic of a man with an absurdly huge dick in his mouth. And it appeared to be Andre, his former roommate.

Shit! I guess what I'd heard last night wasn't just from 4 rum and cokes and an extremely eventful day. Once again, I thought that it was fine, that I didn't really care if my roommate was gay so long as he didn't try any funny stuff with me. Then, I chided myself a little for what me and all my friends would consider to be a homophobic sentiment if anyone else said it. I was raised and educated better than that.

The phone finished ringing and I assumed that Andre was leaving a voicemail. But a text instantly appeared, instead.

"Can I come over tonight, sir? Wasn't I a good boy last night?"

The text made me uneasy, more so from the racial undertones than the implied begging for sex. A black man calling himself "a good boy" to win a white guy's approval. Whatever. Who was I to judge the sexual banter of two gay men?

"I know you don't need any help but would it please you if I helped turn that new guy?"

Whoa! Now, it was my business. Tolerance and acceptance were one thing, but Michael coming onto me was another. I made a decision to have a strongly worded conversation with him about the importance of respecting my boundaries. Best to nip this silliness in the bud.

"I remember what you trained Jake to do to me. But I know I can do it better if you let me try. Please!"

I put the phone down and started walking to my room to get back to my dissertation but the phone started ringing again.

I turned around planning on silencing his phone but I noticed that a different pic was displayed on the screen. It still framed what had to be Michael's enormous cock but this time it rested between the ass cheeks of Jake, if the face pressed into the mattress in the lower right corner of the frame was any indication.

Jesus Christ! I was as enlightened as the next guy but did Michael have to flaunt his lifestyle so flagrantly. This time the phone didn't ring the full 6 times before it suddenly stopped. At least, Jake seemed to have some self-control.

"Please come back."

"I'm training to pleasure you better."

A video attachment came with that last text. Morbidly curious, I opened it (Michael's phone was not password protected.

The video showed Jake from the side, completely naked on his bed, his erect penis wrapped in a pink bow, with a huge dildo attached to the headboard aimed directly at his ass. In one smooth he dropped back, impaling himself on what looked like a foot of wrist-thick silicon.

""Yes, Michael! Fuck me, pleaaaaaaase." Jake bounced back and forth on the synthetic cock at an inhuman speed, alternatively moaning and begging "Michael" to fuck him like the slut he was. I suddenly noticed that I'd been watching for over a minute and that I was sporting an erection as rigid as the one bouncing up against Jake's stomach every time he buried his sex toy deep in his bowels. Shocked, I reasoned that Jake sounded so much like my favorite FEMALE porn stars, the ones that you could tell weren't faking their enjoyment or eventual orgasms, and I was just hard by association.

Suddenly, about two minutes in, Jake whined like a petulant toddler and pulled himself off of the fake dick he had been fucking himself on.

"It's not enough! I can't cum anymore without your dick, Michael. I'll do anything you want. I'm sorry I hesitated when you told you to bring you my brother and my dad. I called them today and invited them over to stay next week and they're coming. You can do anything you want to them. I'll do anything you want to them. They'll love being your slaves, too. Pleaaaaase."

I hit pause on the video horrified by what I'd heard. Was this some kind of sick roleplay? Michael's former roommates must have been gay from the start and they were playing out a twisted fantasy. Or they were playing a prank on the buttoned up, straight roommate of their lover.

All I knew was that it was really fucked up and not okay. And the growing patch of precum seeping through my briefs to my dress pants was some weird stress reaction. I silenced the phone and went back to my room, thinking of how I could refund his check and kick Michael out without coming across as some kind of reactionary bigot.

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About two hours later, I saw Michael sprinting home with his shirt off. He walked through the front door barely breathing hard, a sheen of sweat covering his brow and torso.

"Oh hey, man. Did you see my phone anywhere? I was so eager to get my heart pumping that I completely forgot it. And once I got to the park I ran into 5 or 6 guys I know and one thing led to another and they just gave me a helluva workout, completely draining me." Michael said right before making himself a protein shake.

"Sorry if it went off a bunch. I know how much work goes into a dissertation and I'd never want to distract you from that."

"It's just that I'm a BIG part of my friends' lives and they're always trying to get me to hang out. They just can't seem to get how easy it is for me to make new friends. I'll keep it on me and silenced from now on. That sound good?"

Damn, he was being so accommodating that I'd come across as a major asshole if I tried to kick him out now.

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Great!" he said with a big smile exposing his perfect teeth and slapping me hard on the arm. Hard enough that I might get a bruise. Damn, he was stronger than he looked and he looked pretty strong.

"I'm gonna let these guys know that I need time to get to know you as well as I know them and then I'll hang out with them so much they'll beg me to stop." he said while furiously texting and closing his bedroom door behind him.

With that uncomfortable confrontation avoided, I went back to my room and started writing again with some small peace of mind restored.

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The next few days passed without incident and I began to feel embarrassed by what I increasingly thought of as homophobia towards a man who was proudly living his life without shame, that I had become uncomfortable with open gay sexuality and that I should be the one feeling shame at that.

Friday night rolled around and I expected Michael to depart for some hookup but he surprised me by staying in and suggesting we chill and watch a movie. I agreed and offered for him to pick the movie. He had already set up his laptop to connect to the big flat screen in the living room and chose some new sci-fi film that had come and gone from theaters a few months back.

It ended up being terrible in a way that made it very easy to laugh at and mock and we did that for the next hour and a half. He'd already made some drinks to enhance the movie going experience and about halfway through he asked if I wanted to smoke with him. I could count the number of times I'd smoked weed on both hands but I was having fun and I didn't want to seem like a buzzkill so I said "yes".

A few rotations later and I was pretty drunk and really high and feeling very mellow.

So when it came time to pick another movie to watch, I didn't really think twice when he chose a cheesy t'n'a flick on what me and my friends had always called Skinemax when we were in high school and it was the only spank material we had regular access to.

Halfway through the second sex scene between the leading femme fatale and the private detective she had hired to dig up dirt on her wealthy, cheating husband, I became aware that I was completely hard and that I was rubbing myself through the shorts I bummed around the apartment in. Startled, I sat up on the big couch I was sharing with Michael.

"Uh, sorry, man. That weed was really strong and I have a thing for brunettes with big tits." I muttered while blushing a bit.

"Eh, it's not really a big deal. Every guy does it." he said in a soothing voice while also gripping the very obvious bulge in his own shorts. Maybe he wasn't completely gay.

"That's true."

"Listen, man. We're not in junior high anymore. If you need to take care of that go ahead. I don't care either way. In fact, I'm feeling the need for some relief, myself. You don't mind, do you?" he said while gripping the waistband of his shorts.

In some muted, dazed part of my mind, alarm bells were going off and previous fears were trying to bubble up to the surface but it all seemed pretty distant and I was once again worried about coming across as homophobic.

"Not at all, go ahead."

"Awesome!" he said with barely restrained glee and pulled his shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. He kicked off his bunched up shorts and briefs and they accidentally landed on my face. I quickly pulled them off.

"Ha! Sorry, bro. I get carried away sometimes." Michael said while slowly stroking his impressive length, smiling at me in a distinctly predatory way. His dick was already glistening from what looked like a bubbling fountain of precum springing from the tip of his dick. He would pause to gather some in the palm of his hand before slathering it on every inch of himself.

"Well, I'll feel bad if I'm the only one feeling good. I think I can see something that needs attention." he said while peering at my crotch like he was struggling to see something.

Feeling somewhat self-conscious, 5 inches was respectable even when compared to the monster that Michael was packing, I pulled down my shorts and my dick also sprang free.

I turned my attention to the screen and started stroking. I was also leaking profusely and the reduced friction felt great.

"Not bad, Richie. Are you close?"

"Yes."

"Me, too" he said but he wasn't breathing hard and he was stroking at the same leisurely pace he had started with.

"Let's bust at the same time. Slow down and follow my rhythm."

"Okay" , I surprised myself by saying. There was something commanding and intimidating in Michael's voice that I'd only heard through the wall of my bedroom the night he moved in when he was violating his old roommates.

I started stroking at the same pace as Michael. He started picking up speed and I sped up to match him, thinking that we were about to cum together, before he suddenly slowed down to a crawl. Frustrated, I continued to follow his lead. Gradually, over the next 30 minutes, I edged myself again and again in response to what Michael was doing to himself, gradually realizing that neither Michael nor I had looked at the tv screen in a long while. If I had been sober, it might have occurred to me that I was jerking off to my roommate pleasuring his huge cock but at this point I was too far gone in a haze of built up sexual tension and the need to cum.

"I'm going to cum!" Michael practically shouted as he really picked up the pace. I jumped at the chance to finally find release and began furiously pounding my meat. It didn't take long before I convulsed and erupted all over myself.

Michael kept jacking off at the same speed that had completely undone me with that now familiar smirk on his face.

"Damn, I thought I had it. But no. You know, I think I'm too used to someone else getting me off. You ever experience that?"

Still trying to catch my breath and not wanting to seem inexperienced and lame I responded, "Yeah, I think it happens to everyone."

"You know what's crazy is that I had a few eager sluts begging to fulfill all my needs tonight but I thought it was important for us to really get to know each other, instead." he said with his eyes locked on me and maintaining and steadily stroking himself.

"Do you have any idea what some people would do just to stroke me off? You might be surprised."

I swallowed to clear my throat. "Not as surprised as you might think."

"It's a shame you have a girlfriend. Your hands would look nice trying to wrap around my cock."

"You think so?"

"Oh, yeah. Do you want to see for yourself?"

"Yes."

"What's that? You'll have to speak up."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?!"

"Yes, I'd like to see my hands wrapped around your cock."

"Then scooch a little closer and do it, bitch."

That bitch should have sent me flying from the room but I actually hopped right next to him. I reached out with my right hand and gripped the head of his dick. My erection sprang back harder than ever. He was right, I couldn't close my fingers around it.

"Jesus Christ, your dick is big!", my eyes wide, nervously swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Yeah, it is. You're gonna need both hands to make me cum. Both hands and more."

I moaned, wrapped my left hand under my right, and began pumping him.

Shockingly, I think I was closer to cumming from this than he was since my erection throbbed and twitched and Michael's breathing didn't pick up even as I started stroking his slickened dick with a frenzy.

"Why don't you keep doing that with a better view?" Michael grabbed my hands in one of his to stop their motion and began pushing me to the floor in front of him.

Wordlessly, unbelievably, I moved to kneel in front of him.

"Keep stroking, slut."

I moaned more audibly and started pumping his monster cock. My dick twitched more and more. I started breathing heavily. I didn't immediately notice that he had grabbed his phone and was now pointing it directly at me as I eagerly serviced him.

"Does it feel like you're gonna cum if you keep going?"

"Yes!" What the fuck was happening to me?

"You're gonna cum before I do, whore. Don't you dare fucking stop jacking me when you do. Understood?"

I bit my lip and nodded. Michael slapped me hard in the face.

"When I ask you a question you FUCKING ANSWER ME, get it, slave?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and one rolled down my cheek.

"Yes, Michael. I won't stop."

"Oh, I love breaking new victims. Cum for me, bitch", he began to thrust his cock through my pumping hands. My orgasm was inevitable. I came like a wild cat all over the base of my expensive couch and Michael's legs. Maintaining my rhythm on his dick was extremely difficult as I spasmed and weakly groaned but I remembered the pain of Michael bitch-slapping me and I felt this intense need to please him.

"Get ready for a treat, Richie." 5 seconds later a fountain of cum shot out of Michael's cock and started to land all over my hands and arms and crotch.

"Oh, my... Fucking ... God!" My dick kept trying to cum even though my balls were empty.

"Whew, well that was fun. Good night." and with that he calmly got up and casually walked to his bedroom. His dick swinging between his legs like he hadn't just ordered me to give him a handjob and I hadn't just had the most intense sexual experience of my life with another guy.

What was I going to do now?

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After taking a shower and going to sleep, I woke the next day with a brutal hangover and a creeping sense of unease. I wanted to believe that what I'd done with Michael had been a figment of my drunk, weed-addled mind but the sensations of my hand on his monstrous column of meat as he blew his load all over us and the memory of my own overwhelming, simultaneous orgasm were hopelessly entrenched in my brain.

I spent most of that next day nursing my hangover and hiding in my room. I heard Michael moving in the common areas through the wall of my bedroom. He spent long amounts of time in the kitchen, the living room and the bathroom showering. Meanwhile, I listened carefully to when he would go back into his room, scurry out quickly to grab something to eat back in my room or take a leak.

What was I going to do? I had to ask him to move out. Nothing personal and it's not because of the gay stuff. It's just that roommates shouldn't do things like that. Never mind that I loved every second of it and yearned for more already. I had a life. A straight life with my longtime girlfriend that I need to return to as soon as humanly possible.