Becoming My Flatmates Bitch

Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com M/m/M+, college, cum, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).

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Part 01

Before the events I'll narrate in this story, I never doubted my heterosexuality. However, as I will describe, everything changed. I started to think of myself as bisexual, homosexual or just a bitch who needs to be used by real man.

My name is Chad and that was my second year at uni. At the time this story took place, the temperature was going down as the fall turned into winter. That was definitely not the best time of the year, but at least I could enjoy the heat and the view of chicks showing off their hot bodies in the indoor pool at the gym. I really loved that place, not only because of bodies, but also because I loved swimming. I liked to go there and not only see people but also show myself. I liked to wear my speedos and walk around the pool, watching how the chicks would look at my body, my natural pecs, a nicely worked out chest (not too big but defined). I knew I was an attractive good looking guy. I was about 5'7", 155 pounds, fan of sports but far from being a gym rat.

I live in the university's dorm, a three-bedroom quite spacious apartment. It's not the best place in the planet but I can't complain. Despite having 3 bedrooms, the biggest one that has two beds has been vacant for a while. However, I didn't live alone. Adam shared the apartment with me. He was a nice guy, I think he was 22y/o, so three years older than me at that time. But, despite having him as flatmate I felt like I lived alone because he was never home. He used to work all the time, tutoring in the morning, studying in the afternoon and making shifts in restaurants at night. So I can say I had the apartment pretty much only for myself.

Everything would change when I received an e-mail from the residential service communicating we'd be receiving a new mate to the vacant room. In the same e-mail, I was told that Brian was the guy's name, he was moving from another dormitory that was being rebuilt. When I read that I got worried coz I knew the guys in that building had a horrible reputation. The great majority of the guys living there were sportsmen with some kind of scholarship. They were loved by many people, including our professors. As they used to say, `those guys make us proud by playing and winning for us.' They could be champions, but I've heard many stories of how they were bullies looking for attention. Anyway, I tried not to think too much about this and let things happen.

I stayed in my room that day, waiting for Brian to come. I was told it would be nice if there was someone there to receive him. I think it was 3pm when I heard someone knocking on the door. I stopped whatever I was doing on my computer and went to the living room to let him in. On the other side, I found this guy, he looked a bit older than me, blond, blue eyes, big white teeth and the muscular body of an authentic jock. He wasn't huge but he was definitely much bigger than me. His smile became even larger when he extended his hand for a shake.

`Nice to meet you. I'm Brian' he said.

`Nice to meet you. Chad here. I was waiting for you' I replied trying my best to give a good first impression.

`Oh really? Very nice from you. Well, I brought my stuff in my car, so I came to see if there was anyone here to help me with the boxes'

I realized I was wearing just a tank top and a somehow large boxer brief as I was enjoying the heater in my room. `It's ok. I just need to wear some pants and...'

Before I could finish the sentence, Brian held my right hand and still smiling just said `You look fine like that. Don't worry. I couldn't tell you're wearing undies, I thought they were shorts. And there's no one in the building anyway'

`But it's cold. I can't go out like this. Let me go'

`It's not cold. I swear. Quite warm outside today' he answered as if he didn't hear a single word I said.

I tried to get rid of him but he was holding my wrist really tight and I could do nothing but go with him. I was very ashamed but I didn't want to put up a show and make a scandal. Well, it wouldn't be the first time someone walked on the corridors on his briefs, so I thought it was ok, I had no reason to panic. When we got outside the building, I noticed it wasn't so cold as I imagined but his car was parked very far away from where we were. Why the hell would he park so far? Sorry, I went to the wrong building so I parked close to our neighbors. But don't worry, nobody will care to see you in those briefs' he said as he walked towards his car and I stayed behind closing the door, already accepting the fact that I had to cross the parking lot in my briefs. Plus,' Brian said looking back at me over his shoulder, `you're being selfish if you don't let people stare at this ass of yours. It looks great' he commented as I closed the door.

His comments annoyed me. I've barely met this guy and he was talking about my ass as if we were good friends joking with each other. I thought I should just turn over and get back, but then I decided to stay as I knew I'd be sharing the aptment with him, whether I liked it or not. I followed him and I think he noticed I was a bit upset.

`Sorry to talk about your ass like that. I think it's just how I used to talk with the guys in the other building, ya know?'

Well, I didn't know anything. But he should think that I wasn't the guys he was used to hang out with. `Ok. I'll pretend you didn't say anything, but I hope you don't keep saying shit like that coz I'm not one of your buddies'

I think I made myself very clear and he didn't say anything till we got back to the room, leaving his boxes in the corner of his room. I went back to my work in my room, when twenty or thirty minutes later I see him coming to my door wearing only boxer shorts. His body was really nice and ripped, I think I kept staring at those muscles, not huge but really strong, dense and proportional, for a few seconds and he definitely noticed that as he started grinning at me.

`They are nice, ain't they? I usually don't walk half naked like this in front of people I don't know but my clothes are still packed... But it's ok, right?'

I didn't know what he was talking about till he put his hands on his chest and started squeezing and pinching them.

`Shit, you always talk like that?' I asked trying to understand who was that half naked guy in my room.

`Hey, sorry. I was just kidding' he apologized becoming serious again.

`So you came here only to show off?'

`No, I came to apologize for what I said earlier. As I said I'm always joking around. I didn't want to upset you. I'm really sorry'

He looked sincere with his apologies, so I decided to let it go, and start all over again. He came into my room and started talking about his life before getting to live with us. He was playing rugby for the uni's team. He was receiving a scholarship as I thought he was. According to him, he was the captain of his team, and he said they were the best in the State, but now he had to stop because of an injury in his shoulder. I thought he would keep talking about sports forever, till he stopped and out of the blue he asked if I had a girlfriend.

Kind of' I said She's studying at another place out of town so I don't get to see her all the time'

`How often?'

`Usually twice a month'

`Wow, that's bad. You get to fuck only twice a month?' he asked with that old enthusiasm I saw earlier when he was talking about my ass.

`Yeah, why?'

`That's not much. I need a relief at least twice a day'

`You telling me you fuck a chick everyday?'

Not necessarily. There are many ways to relieve, if you know what I mean' he made a gesture with his hand as if he was pumping a cock in the air. Do you have porn in your computer? You must jerk off a lot as you only get to fuck twice a month'

There we were again talking about sexual stuff. At least he wasn't talking about my ass this time. Well, I can't blame him. We were all young and hormones would really drive us crazy. And he wasn't wrong about me jerking off, I used to do that at least once every day. However, I wasn't very comfortable to show him the videos I had stored in my pc. He came closer to my chair and bend over his body, getting his head next to mine as we both stared at the screen.

`C'mon, I know you must have a lot of good stuff there, show me the one you like the most'

I was still unsure if I should be doing that, but as he was already there by my side, looking so forward to watching some porn I opened one of the files with the videos I liked and showed him one where a naked woman was surrounded by three guys pointing his dicks to her as she jerked them off. When she started sucking one of the guys whilst she jerked the other two, Brian stood up. Now he had his covered dick on my eye level. Unwillingly, I saw it getting harder under his briefs. That was a very weird and unexpected situation.

`That's a nice scene. I think I know this actress from another film'

As I was too embarrassed to talk about anything, I concentrated myself on the video. After a few more seconds, I had to say something: `Could you please put on some clothes or hide that shit of yours away from here?'

`What? Are you talking about my dick' he said as he looked down to his enormous cock almost piercing through the thin fabric of his shorts.

`Yeah. Just get out and put on some pants or something'

`But I like this way' he stated as if this was the most natural thing to do with someone you barely know.

`But I don't and this is my room' I said now very assertive.

`So all I have to do is to put some pants on? Ok.'

He didn't wait any answer and got out. I thought it was finally over, but to my despair he came back now wearing sweatpants and still shirtless.

You happy now?' he asked. You said all I had to do was to put on some pants, so we could watch more'

`Yeah, but...' I tried to explain myself but he didn't let me.

`No buts, dude. You said it so it's said. Now show me more' he demanded.

I didn't know what else to say. So I just pressed the play again as he came closer to me as he had done before. His dick was once again at my eye level, but at least this time he was wearing pants.

`Do you have something else?'

I couldn't believe I had just met this guy and we were already having this level of intimacy. I looked for some other video and opened one where the woman was naked jerking a guy on a suit, only his cock out. I think he liked this one because I could see his cock getting hard again.

`What a son of a bitch!' I thought. He was wearing pants, as I asked him to, but he removed his undies underneath. His sweatpants didn't help to hide anything, so it made no difference at all. He definitely liked to be noticed.

`That's hot. I like when the chicks are naked and the guys still wearing something you know? The bitches look very submissive when they let other people see them naked while everyone is still dressed up'

I could see how excited he was. Underneath his sweatpants I could easily imagine his dick, and it was definitely huge, way bigger than mine.

`Don't you like the video?' he asked from above.

`I do, why?'

`You ain't hard. How can't you get hard watching that?'

`It's just this situation. I won't get hard having your dick by my side like this'

Nice' he said as he started to touch his dick over the swetpants. You are straight, right?'

`Of course I am' I stated a bit angry.

`So you wouldn't mind if I touch myself like this. I was afraid you were a fag so I wouldn't feel comfortable to touch myself while a fag stared at me'

`Why did you think I was a fag?'

`You know, you have a very nice ass. We used to say in the other building that guys with nice asses like yours enjoy dicks. Ya know, this sort of fuckable ass of your'

`Bullshit' I said. I tried to stand up but I suddenly felt his left hand on my shoulder making me sit down again.

`Please, don't be offended. That's just what we used to say. As I said I'm happy to know you ain't a fag. It means I don't need to be worried about walking on my briefs and having a fag staring at me. That would really bother me, ya know?'

I didn't know what he was trying to do so I just stayed there, trying to focus on the screen as I saw the woman now sucking the guy.

`Before moving in, I asked for straight roommates. They thought I was homophobic and this kind of shit, but that's not the case. I just know that fags would crave for me and I don't like that. So, when they said they found a place for me, I decided I should first take a look at you, and if I was convinced you are no fag then I could move in. And as I think you ain't one I'm very glad'

`Ok. Now that you know I'm not a fag can we talk or do something else?'

`Not yet. I'm still not convinced you ain't a fag

`And what kind of proof do you need? There's no certificates proving someone is straight'

`Yeah, you're right. But I'd still feel better if you could prove to me. Well, so far I'm happy as I see you're not hard even seeing the outline of my cock under my pants, but what if you touched my dick for a while?'

When he said that I swear I couldn't believe in my ears. I looked at his face, now very serious and quite dominating, while he pressed his fingers on my shoulder, making sure I wouldn't stand up.

`Are you nuts? Why would I do that? That's disgusting!'

`Ow, it's not disgusting. You ain't touching my dick. It's just the outline. Just put your hand over it and don't dare to have a hard on. That's enough'

`And why don't you touch me? I want to know if you ain't a fag too' I challenged him, still looking into his eyes. He just shook his head disappointed because I couldn't understand his logic.

`Because I don't need to prove anything. Listen, I'm an athlete, a jock, the captain of my team, I'm always naked around other men taking shower and stuff. If I were a fag, I couldn't do that, right? But I can't say the same about you. You got no credentials. C'mon, it won't hurt. You'll make me feel much better. Just do it for me, and I won't bother you anymore, alright? After that we can be best friends forever if you want'

I thought for a while. If I only touched it, over the pants he would stop with this talk and let me go. That wasn't so difficult. Just a few seconds and I wouldn't have to go through this kind of situation again.

`Ok. I'll just touch it for like 3 seconds and let it go. Then we're done. Is that ok with you?

He didn't say anything. I thought he was just waiting for me to move, so I raised my left hand and touched the palm of my hand on his covered dick.

`3, 2, 1...' I counted as fast as I could.

When I was about to remove my hand I felt his hand holding mine there. My hand was now pressed against the outline of his cock and I couldn't take it away. `No, dude. You ain't proving anything just touching the palm of your hand on me. Anybody can do that. I want you to close your fingers around my shaft and hold it tight'

When he said that I panicked and tried to retrieve but he still had one hand holding my shoulder and the other holding my hand against his cock. `I won't do that' I protested.

`C'mon. Your hand is already there. It's not as if you haven't touched it already. All you have to do is close your fingers around it'

His dick was very hard now, and I thought I could see its head despite being covered by his sweatpants. I didn't see any way out of this, so I agreed.

Ok then. But only 3 seconds' I said as I closed my fingers around his shaft. His cock covered his sweatpants was impossible to be completely surrounded by my fingers, they were just not long enough. So I hold it as I started counting down again 3, 2, 1...'

As I tried to let it go as soon as I said 1 he didn't released my hand.

`What now?' I asked already pissed and panicking.

`Dude, you need to leave your hand there for a while so I can see that you ain't getting hard'

`And for how long I have to do that?'

`Not much, just hang on a bit longer. One minute might be enough'

I didn't say anything but started seeing the pointer of seconds moving in the watch I had on the wall. It's been ten seconds when I felt him moving his hips slowly back and forth as he held my hand tighter on his cock.

`Hey, you are using my hand to jerk off. I didn't agree on that' I protested again.

`Course not. How could you be stroking me if I still have my pants on? This is bullshit. No one jerks off dressed up, you moron'

I didn't know what to say so I decided to keep watching the seconds. Other twenty seconds have passed and now he was really grinding his cock with my hand. At the same time, he was using my hand to pump his dick up and down.

I was nervous with that situation and for a brief moment very happy when I saw it's been almost one minute already. '57, 58, 59, 60' I counted as I tried to remove my hand but he wouldn't let it go.

`Hey, it's been one minute. Now let me go' I yelled, using all the strength I had to remove my hand, but it was in vain.

`I can't let you go because I saw your dick moving a little bit'

`What? It didn't' I said angrily. I think he wasn't even looking at my crotch.

`Yeah, it did. I saw it from here. It moved a little bit. I can see it's not hard yet, but it might be getting hard. So I need to be sure it won't get hard, you know? For every time it moves you need to start counting from zero again'

Damn, how could he see my dick moving? I'm sure it didn't move at all. Now I stared at the watch again, counting down the seconds, but every 30 or 40 seconds, Brian would say that he saw my dick moving and make me start all over again.

I think I know what the problem is' he said now pumping his dick tightly with my left hand at his will. You are right handed right?'

`Yeah, why?'

`I knew it. The problem is the position we are now' Well, I didn't see anything wrong about our position. I was on my chair, still turned to the computer with my left arm crossing my chest and resting on his cock that was on my right side.

`I'm sure your dick wouldn't move if you were facing me and using your right hand. Do you wanna see how I'm right?' he said that not giving me time to think. He turned the chair towards the spot he was standing, released my left hand and very quickly grabbed my right fist and put it back around his dick, making sure it was being held very tightly.

I moved my eyes back to the watch as he started pumping his dick with my hand now faster and stronger than before. Since the first moment I touched him, I should be there for good five minutes already. I was so concentrated on the watch I wasn't even thinking about what my hand was doing. Absent mindedly I used my left hand to scratch my leg when he saw that and protested `There, you are trying to touch your dick. You are definitely getting harder'

`No, I was just scratching my leg...'

Bullshit. You need to put your left hand somewhere I'll be sure you won't be using it to touch yourself. Here, I got an idea' he took my left hand and put it between his legs, close to his balls. If you leave it there I'll be sure you won't touch yourself'

Now he was holding my right hand with his right hand over his cock, and my left hand with his left hand around his balls. I looked at that for a while and when I decided to look at the watch again I saw he started to shake as his pants were getting wet.

Oh my God. You're cumming. This is disgusting!' I said finally taking my hands away from him. I couldn't touch that shit. You were really using my hands to jerk off'

No, I didn't' he said recovering his breath. It was your fault. I told you just to hold it but you couldn't control your cock. When you were thinking about how to hold me longer you started moving your hand and made me cum. You pervy fag'

`I'm not a fag, you did this to yourself'

`No way! Now I'll have to wash the mess you've done. Look at this shit. Listen, we're not done yet. I can't live with a fag. I'll have to ask to be moved out coz they've put me with a fag'

`Do as you wish, you jerk'

He left and I remained there, disgusted for what he made me do. And after everything he did, I was the fag. What a bastard.

End of part 01

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