Becoming My Flatmates Bitch

Becoming my flatmates' bitch – part 25

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com

m/M, CFNM, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).

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I was more than ready for tomorrow; the day I'd finally be introduced to pussies. If dreams meant a lot to me, I don't remember whether I dreamt that night. I think I couldn't sleep. I was so focused on what I'd be doing next, so nothing else mattered. That night, Brian and Kurt let me go to bed without bothering me. It was very strange, but they weren't annoying me as they used to. If only I could have my life with Adam back, only the two of us sharing a flat and talking nonsense as before.

But as I thought of it, I realized I had a nostalgia that blinded me to the reality of facts. When I lived alone with Adam, we rarely talked because he was always busy. We didn't have time to play Friends in the living room. We had no friends in common, that's the truth. I knew a lot about his life back in the ranch; I've seen his parents once; he introduced me to a few of his girlfriends, but everything only happened because we were put together in the same flat. Why were we living together? We didn't share the same interests. Well, I liked to swim, but he was good at everything, there were better options than me.

He once told me he chose me. He was drunk and spoke too much, but I remember he said that nothing happens by chance. We were living in the same place for almost one year. Why would he choose me? I was just an ordinary guy, or so I thought. But the question remained for a long time, why me? Then Brian and Kurt came to change my life for good. Would I be able to forget what they've done to me? I doubted it. By that time, even my body was different. I didn't want to cum by masturbating anymore. I wanted something in my ass. What the hell was going on with me?

I used the internet every day to make sure I was healthy and to check whether I was still straight. I even took one of those online surveys that are just bullshit we do to waste time. I said I wasn't into guys and was very interested in fucking women. I was confident by then, but when it got to have you ever sucked dick' or have you ever played with your ass,' I got myself hesitant. I knew I wasn't even telling all the truth. The question didn't mention other guys fucking my mouth and ass; I was a step lower than that. Still, I got myself thinking it could happen to anyone and the answer made me happy somehow. It said I was straight but curious. Well, I did say I didn't enjoy sucking cock. But I also revealed I didn't mind having stuff up my ass. I was thankful they didn't ask anything about coming from anal stimulation.

That's what I used blogs and forums for. I read so many of those pages; I could barely move my hand by the end of the day. My eyes were tired from reading, and I used the internet for something else than studying and watching porn. The forums reassured me that enjoying anal stimulation was fine. It was a part of a male's body full of nerves; it is an erogenous zone. Even women said they loved to play with their husbands' asses. I thought I could find a woman like that, and she would understand my kinks. Why not? I only didn't know how I could ask my future girlfriend to play with my ass. I could leave one of these pages open and let her read as if by mistake?

Yes, I was thinking about a future girlfriend. I who didn't have intercourse with women and never even kissed a girl. That's how my mind worked; I could never see what was happening to me until it was too late. That's how I got myself fucked in both ends. A straight guy coming with a dick in the ass. I burped cum. I've had reflux that tasted like cum. I was addicted to Alex's cum. Fuck it! I was still into pussies, and that's what mattered. I could be straight but have a few kinks that were exotic, why not?

When we are born, we aren't supposed to like some stuff, but most of us do. For a straight guy, liking pussy can be quite revolting. I've read that. I knew the matter. Why would we subject ourselves to do something so degrading? But we do, right? I mean, humans wouldn't need to, but we do.

I assured myself I was fine. I took a deep breath and relaxed as if I've never done anything other men, in general, wouldn't. I was ok; the internet told me I was very well, thanks.

Besides, I was about to see pussies, touch and fuck them. Yes, that was an important part of the questionnaire, and I would tick yes to `have you fucked a woman before?' That would probably turn me into a grade-nine-out-of-ten straight man again.

In the morning, I rushed to Adam's room, but he wasn't there. Brian and Kurt were still sleeping. "What the fuck?" I spoke out loud. From his room's balcony, I could see in the distance that his motorcycle wasn't there. "Fuck!"

That meant he'd be gone for a long time. Probably, he had a woman to fuck. But why so early? It was freaking cold for a ride, and it was still only ten past seven. I went back to my room very pissed at him. Adam was a terrible word keeper. It wasn't the first time he left me hanging on like that. I was so fucking desperate. Why couldn't he understand my situation?

I finally slept after knowing nothing was going to happen that day. It would be just another miserable day of my life in that flat with Kurt and Brian.

When I woke up, they were in the living room, as I expected. Brian was watching TV in his underwear, which was unusual, and Kurt was cooking.

"Hey, bitch. You gotta lot of work to do today?" Brian called me out.

"What's that? I've done all my chores already..."

"Not this one here" and he groped his crotch. "Listen, we'll resume your deepthroating classes today. You've still got a lot to learn."

"Please, Brian. You know I can't do that very well."

"That's exactly why you need to be better instructed. Fuck! I'm trying to help you out."

"Don't forget about me" Kurt called out from the kitchen. "I have a few lessons of my own that I wanna teach you."

I shook my head and went to the bathroom. I washed my face. `Fuck this facet,' the water was cold again, as usual. "Has someone complained about the cold water already?"

"Wash your pussy, bitch. Cold water is good for pussies." Brian said from the living room.

"What the hell is going on?" Kurt moved in closer to me.

"The water is always cold. How don't you see it?"

"Dude, we use it in the kitchen," he explained in his relaxed way. Kurt looked like he was on drugs all the time.

"I'll call the manager..."

"Bitch, just get yourself ready coz the porn is already on, and I'm hard."

On TV, there was a woman being fucked by a hung guy, while her mouth was being fucked by another one. I was always vigilant to whatever they watched as an indication of what they'd try to do to me.

"No one is fucking my ass..."

"Who's talking about fucking ass here? Fuck!" Was Brian always this annoying? With everyone? I think even Kurt noticed his bitchiness.

"Dude, what's wrong with you today? Not enough slaps this time? Or was it the wax?" Kurt asked and laughed.

"Fuck you, Kurt" and then back to me, "and you? Go do your things and get your ass back here."

I was so used to his bitching, I went back to the bathroom and decided to use the water from the shower. And, as I was already there anyway, I took a shower. I looked at my dick again. I loved the feeling of touching myself without cages. But, I do confess, it was weird to feel it free. I felt like there was something missing. Well, after so much time wearing that; it was just normal.

I left the shower and got myself in the living room. I had nowhere to go without clothes. Plus, I knew that the sooner I made those guys cum, the faster I'd be allowed to go back to my room and browse the net. I needed to look for straight guys who would suck dick eventually. Was there any excuse for that?

On TV, a woman was sucking five dicks while a sixty was fucking her cunt.

"Look at him" Kurt laughed as he saw my incredulous face turned to the TV. "No one is fucking you, k?"

"Come here, Chad" Brian said my name for the first time. What was happening? He tapped the couch by his side. I sat down afraid he'd do something even more unexpected, but I couldn't be more wrong. "Now listen. No one is fucking you till you're fucked first by someone you want. Got it? Why is it so hard to understand? Has anyone fucked you?"

"N...no, course not."

"So, no fucking you, bitch" and he was back to his normal self. "But this throat of yours is claiming for some dicking, and I'm giving it some."

"Brian..."

"Wait. I just remembered I had a serious conversation with Adam last night. And what did he tell me? It was something related to inserting his dick into someone else's chute."

I was paralyzed. My muscles failed me; my blood left my skin, and I was pale as the snow falling outside. Why would Adam do such a thing?

"What are you talking about?" I still tried to pretend I was lost.

"Oh, you don't know? Are you a bag of potatoes when he fucks you? You don't know what's going on? Let me tell you something you should know better than me. Adam never lies. That's a big pain in the ass to share a secret with him, didn't you know that? You weren't very wise when you asked him to fuck your bubble butt, bitch."

I was in shock. I couldn't even stop my jaws from dropping. I mumbled sounds but couldn't say a word. I repositioned myself on the couch as the bitch on the tube was moaning like a slut. Besides that, silence. It wasn't a very nice BG for my situation.

"I didn't ask him to fuck me. But he forced me..."

Brian started laughing, and I was even more lost now.

"You're so naïve, bitch. Adam didn't say anything. Well, but now we know you've got something more than carrots in your butt hole, right? How many times did he fuck you?"

How could I fall for that? I was so stupid! `Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!' I wish I could jump from the balcony. No, it wouldn't even break a leg, I should find a more effective way to end my life. I just didn't know whether Brian was too smart, or I was too stupid. Or was it both? Maybe I could jump from the balcony twice just to guarantee at least a broken arm.

"You got me again."

"Dude, I was almost saying you should shut up." Kurt was being nice as always. Or Kurt was trying to pretend he was nice, but not.

"Yeah, I got you again. How many times, uh? Anyway, how many times he fucked your pretty ass?"

"I don't remember..." I should say something else, but that's what I had coming from my mouth. I wanted to say it was so unimportant I didn't count, but I sounded `I've been fucked so many times, I don't remember.'

"Ok. Let's say then you've been fucked ten times..."

"No! Five!"

And Brian laughed again. Kurt was doing the same; he sounded like an animal.

"Bitch, you're too easy. Seriously. So, you've been fucked five times by him?"

What else could I say? Could I be more revealing?

"Not exactly... We went to the ranch..."

"I see. That's why you were talking about Sam."

Kurt and Brian exchanged glances. I saw Kurt smiling. I knew one Sam. He was a fighter, big like a bull. A stupid bag of muscles who was so rough he would wrestle the queen.

"D'you want us to fuck you?" Kurt asked.

"No, please don't." I managed to answer. That would be so humiliating.

"Ok, bitch. I don't mind a good fuck, but I'll wait till you ask me to fuck you, k?"

Was it for real? I thought this would become part of our routine from now on. I smiled. How could I get out of this so easily?

"Ok" I replied instantly. I also wanted to say that would never happen, but I'd better speak less because I was very stupid indeed.

"But you lied to us, and there'll have consequences. Adam will be so pissed when he finds out you didn't tell the truth as you should."

I don't know why he knew the agreement I had with Adam, and I'd never know because I didn't have the nerves to ask.

"What do you mean?" I asked, head down, eyes up pointing at him.

"Let's say I know he'll cut your internet. Once he told me he'd do that if you lied to me."

"He can't do that to me. I need the net for work..."

"Well, you can use his pc, but probably no more porn for you again."

Was I getting back to my previous situation? Would he suggest caging me again?

"Unless..."

He's got my attention.

"Let's play a little game."

Kurt sat on my other side, so I was between them. My head was spinning as I thought of playing another one of Brian's games. I was tired of that because there was no way on Earth I'd ever win those stupid challenges. Everything was structured, so I'd lose.

"Don't worry coz there's no losing this time" he continued.

Once again, he's got my attention. I could play a game if I weren't losing it. I liked the competition, but I've never been a good loser. Brian's taught me how to be the best among the worst. I just hadn't asked what he had planned for me yet. But of one thing I was sure: it would end up in me doing something sexual. If he kept his word and didn't fuck me, then...

"Here's the deal" and he approached me. His arm around my shoulder. "I ain't fucking your ass, but I do need to fuck something warm, wet and flexible. It needs work like a glove around my cock. Your mouth sometimes does the trick, but we can go a bit further now. You've done this before a couple of times, so we just need to train you well. The point is: deepthroating. I told you already you need to become a pro cocksucker, and it always includes sucking balls deep. You, as the good cocksucker you are, need to be good at deepthroating. Don't you agree?"

My eyes answered his question with a pleading `no,' but I didn't say a word. It wouldn't change the fact I'd be deepthroating him.

"So, I want to give you the option. You can keep sucking me without the throat, but you won't have your internet anymore. Adam will come back, I'll tell him you lied to me, and he'll ask the manager you don't want internet anymore. The bill is under his name, right? And as far as I know, you can't afford to pay anything right now."

That was rough, but it couldn't be more true.

"So, we can make this more interesting, and you'll learn faster. I believe that once we're engaged with som'thing, we do it much better. We can become pros in no time. And you'll become one quite fast after this."

I was getting tired of his talking already, but I knew that talking was one of his ways of convincing me of things I wouldn't do if I could say and do what I wanted.

"You'll suck my dick like the good bitch cocksucker you are. You can come and spend a lot of time sucking it nice and slow as you know so well. Make it very wet, let the saliva run down the shaft then lick it back and suck it dry. Do this over and over again till your jaw hurts. Then you can start licking the pole like a popsicle. Lick my balls and put them in your little mouth for as long as you want. Once your jaw feels better, you can resume the sucking. All the things you know how to do already."

"In the meantime, you can jerk me off." Kurt reminded me.

"Yeah, you can use your cute little hands on his dick," Brian said as if this wasn't very important. "But then..." and he made a dramatic pause here, "then, you gonna try to take my dick deep down your throat, and you'll succeed. Once I see your sweet lips touching my pubes, and your tongue licks my balls," his hand was playing with my lips, "then I'll start counting. For every one hundred you get, you'll have one day of free internet. What d'you say? Ain't I a good mate after all?"

How was I supposed to answer that question? Was it possible to say yes? I felt coerced to suck dick in exchange for the internet. Mark fucked me to get my door and computer back to my room, and now I had to deepthroat my flatmate so that I could have internet.

"I ain't a whore" I finally said it out loud. "You guys want to buy me."

"Well, everyone has a price, bitch. And that's what I'm willing to pay. You can say no and go to your room, but you won't have much to do there. It's your choice. I ain't forcing you."

Here's the thing with Brian's propositions. He's dragged me so far already, it was very hard for me to say no.' Once you've done everything I've done, you naturally thing: well, after everything, what's the harm in deepthroating his dick?' Do you understand how it works? There's always a time when the bitch (me, in this case) will say yes' to almost everything. In the beginning, we feel free to say no,' because everything seems to be a big step towards an unknown territory you don't want to explore. But once you've done so much, you go with the flow. And Brian knew that.

"One hundred is too much," I said. "You'll count slowly."

"I'll count as seconds. And I can count loud, so you'll know. I ain't fooling you, bitch. I just wanna help you to be a pro cocksucker."

I've said to him I didn't want to be a pro cocksucker, but he never listened. Or he heard me but pretended I was saying bullocks.

"Fifty?"

"D'you think we're on the market, bitch? This isn't bargaining. I said one hundred, and it's one hundred. You just get down on your knees and deepthroat me, or you get down on your knees and suck my dick. What's gonna be?"

See the `go back to your room' wasn't even an option anymore?

"Fuck, seriously? This ain't easy." I complained.

"I know, bitch. That's why I'm asking you to do this. Coz I know you can. Chicks never do this properly, but bitches must know how to. It's a must."

I thought he'd end up his sentence by saying he was there to help me to help myself. He could be selling a new program that would help people to do something properly and become rich. Well, I don't think deepthroating could make me rich, could it? I'd rather not think about it because maybe it could.

"I've said it already. I don't want to learn how to be a pro cocksucker. I didn't even want to be a cocksucker to start with." I whined in a low voice as if talking to myself but loud enough for them to listen.

"Dude, don't say that. You're such a good cocksucker. You should be proud. I mean it." That was Kurt trying to cheer me up. I think I should laugh of what he said to me, but I didn't. I can't say I didn't think, "am I?" Somewhere deep inside of my unconsciousness, I did ask this question. Well, who doesn't want to be praised for doing something well? In this case, it was something humiliating for an aspiring straight guy, but it still had its effect on me.

He may have seen my confused face, so he continued: "Trust me. You can become the best. And I've had my share of heads. You're top five already, and you can't even deepthroat. After that, you gonna be top three, I'm sure."

Did I think `why not number one?' I wanted to know who was the bitch that could suck him so well. She (or he) should be a master. "One day he can be as good as peanuts" he finished.

They were again talking about peanuts, and I had no clue of what they meant.

"Peanuts is a fucking bitch. He doesn't count" Brian answered with a grin.

"Is he not... you know..." and Kurt gestured a person slapping something in the air. "Maybe if you ask politely..."

"Shut up, Kurt. Fuck, you so annoying sometimes. Can't you talk about something else?" Brian sounded angry.

"Where's the bruise?" Kurt continued laughing.

"Fuck, just shut up or get out. Fuck!" then he got his attention back to me. "A hundred and you get a day of internet. Bitch, that's cheap already. You ain't even paying to share the net we got here. Now that's the price to pay since you've been lying to us."

"Brian..." I started but couldn't finish. Was it worth saying anything whatsoever? Would I be able to change his mind? Think about it and tell me. Was it possible? Brian wouldn't change even if I paid him real money. First, because he was the only son of millionaires but also because he was the most stubborn man I've ever met. Why had he chosen me to be his bitch?

"Bitch, you said you don't mind sucking dicks. Was that a lie too?"

"No" I lied. That was my paradox. I had to lie so he wouldn't know I lied to him.

"So, come and suck me now."

Brian lowered his boxers and kicked them far away. His dick was hard, leaking on his belly button. It was a beautiful cut cock. Yeah, a cock can be beautiful. Everyone's seen ugly dicks and knows what I'm talking about. It doesn't mean you need to be gay to think a dick is beautiful. We have a sense of aesthetics that's independent of our judgments and biases. Men do think a cock is beautiful and do think a guy is good looking. We only don't say it out loud.

I grabbed his dick and jerked it off a little bit. Brian turned his eyes back to the TV as I heard it behind me. A woman was slurping so loud I thought she was sucking noodles. I lowered my head and sucked the head lightly. I can't deny the taste of precum was good indeed. It was sweeter than cum, and the viscosity wasn't disgusting at all. It's like a drop of honey but not as sweet. My hand was still holding its base when I decided to give it a try and see if I could deepthroat again. I've done this before, but in my head, it was too difficult to achieve.

`I can do this' I thought.

I tried once, twice, but I still had two inches to go. Maybe the position wasn't working. I tried to ask him to stand up, but Brian said it was my duty to do it the way he wanted. It wasn't up to me to change how he'd have his blowjob. I gagged and almost choked.

Kurt showed me his dick on the second time I caught myself gagging.

"My cock is a bit thinner and not as straight as Brian's. Why don't you train with mine first?" he offered.

I felt like he was trying to help me, although the only benefited was himself.

I looked at Brian, and he didn't have any opposing opinion on Kurt's suggestion. So, I grabbed his dick instead and started sucking it. My ass was propped up in the air, and I caught Brian looking at it. He promised he wouldn't fuck me, but would he keep his word?

I choked more two or three times until I caught myself deepthroating Kurt to the base of his dick. When I finally did it, I heard him counting from one to five, when I had to retrieve and breathe.

"This isn't easy" I complained. My saliva hit my chin as I got farther apart and sat down straight so I could rest my back.

"It ain't supposed to be easy. D'you think it's easy to pay the internet? Everything has a price, and that's the one you gotta pay, so get over with it" Brian said very kindly as usual.

"That's a wet blowjob" Kurt commented looking at the TV. It was a sign I should do the same, so I let my saliva run down his shaft before engulfing it already.

It hit the back of my throat again, and I forced its head into the cavity inside my neck. All the way again. Four more seconds and I thought I understood the art of deepthroating.

Kurt looked happy when I looked at him before putting his cock in my mouth again. I got the importance of having a dick very wet before swallowing it. The thing is you must trick your brain into thinking the dick won't suffocate and kill you. You choke because your body believes there's an object closing the air passage and it needs to clear the way so that you won't die. It's not easy to convince your brain that nothing harmful is going to happen because choking is instinctive. However, the habit makes it easier and doing it repeatedly is essential.

Plus, the girth, size, and shape of the dick are also very important when deepthroating someone. If the cock bends downwards sucking it on your knees would make it easier, but that wasn't the case with me there. I had to twist my head from one side to the other to get it past my throat. I've never choked that much. I had water coming out of my nose, tears from my eyes.

"This position ain't helping" I complained.

"You'll get used to it," Kurt said.

"You whine too much, bitch. I'm not standing up. I played rugby yesterday, and my legs are killing me. Get back here and train with my cock a bit longer" he pulled my head to his lap, and I was sucking him again.

With one hand on Kurt's dick, I managed to get Brian's balls touching my chin, and he counted `one, two, three,' before I retrieved gagging again.

"You ain't bad, bitch. This is actually good. I love the way you choke, and your throat massages my cock. You can do that as many times as you want.

The fact is I didn't want to do that at all, but what choice did I have? Besides, I wanted to have internet that day to do more research on `why cocksucking don't make you a fag?'

I kept with the routine for half an hour or more. Sometimes, I'd suck Kurt, sometimes, Brian, but I'd never leave any of them unattended. Kurt was reaching seventy-two when he came in my mouth. Brian added four more digits when he filled my belly with his jizz.

"No internet for now? But if you suck me one more time today, I think you'll get it. What you say? In half an hour you can try it again then you'll have internet for the rest of the day and maybe tomorrow too."

This was my new routine, but it wasn't all. After getting to one hundred and having the right to use the internet, I took another shower and cleansed myself. I heard Adam in his room when I returned to my asylum and closed the door. I took a quick look at the computer and saw my internet connection blue, which was a great sign. I've realized after so long that I couldn't be happy without the internet.

With a smile on my face, I went to my wardrobe to get a new jockstrap (that's basically all I had there) when I found a vibrator. It should have the girth of two fingers, and it had buttons that made it vibrate. On the side, there was a huge tube of lube. Probably, half a gallon of gooey liquid that should be there to help me fuck myself.

I wondered who had left it there. It could be Brian, Kurt or even Adam. Everybody should know by now that I came by having a dick stimulating my prostate.

"Fuck it!" I left it there and closed the door.

However, as I looked for more info on anal stimulation, I found pictures of guys using dildos and vibrators like the one I've got to fuck themselves. One of them showed how much he came while his girlfriend used a dildo to extract the cum out of his balls. It reminded me of how much I enjoyed the stimuli I received when Adam fucked me. All the times I came without touching my dick. It was simply indescribable. I wanted to cum like any other man, but my hand on my dick wasn't turning me on as the idea of something inside my ass.

I've read enough guys talking about how nice and non-gay it was. This could be doable, why should I feel so guilty? No reason for that. That vibrator suddenly became so irresistible; I decided to give it a second and closer look.

I took it with my hands and played with it a little bit. Could it be as good as Adam's cock in my ass when we were on his chica? Could it be as good as being fucked on the top of that box? I've cum so many times that day; my ass could still feel the cocks inside. Mark was a great fuck too.

"Damn it!" I said as I had my hand spreading the lube on the vibrator. If I used just a little bit, whoever put it inside my wardrobe wouldn't notice I've used it. The amount still looked the same once I was done.

I applied a little bit around my asshole as well because by now I knew the importance of good lubrication. The object was already a bit slimy, so when I pressed it against my pucker, it went in naturally. I didn't have to do much to have it going in. When I forced it out, it came all the way back to my hand. Once it was all the way in, I pressed the button on the bottom of the cylindrical object, and it vibrated quietly. I felt my own balls shaking and my dick responding to the stimulus. It was already hard, but it started leaking precum as my ass cheeks pressed the object as if embracing it. It felt amazing. It was curved in a way its tip touched my prostate. There were options that made the vibration stronger or lighter. I started low but went hard in a few minutes. Gosh, it felt so good. My dick was leaking badly, and I came once.

I had a great idea and took it with me to my desk and inserted the whole thing in my ass again while I watched my favorite porn videos. Lesbians fucking each other with dildos made seven of my top ten. Watching that made me feel so weird. I was becoming one of those chicks. Was I still a man? Well, I didn't have ways of answering this question because I was too busy fucking myself. And it felt better by the minute. Two videos watched, and I came a second time and had more to come.

With the vibrator all the way into my ass, I walked to the door and locked it. How could I forget such an important detail? What would happen if Brian saw me with something into my ass and my belly drenched with cum? His promise of not fucking me would turn into a distant memory. I could hear him saying he could make me cum more than any dildo in the world.

I put my feet on the desk, used my right hand to manipulate the vibrator while the left touched the mouse. I was almost laid down on the chair when I came a third time. That's when I felt tired and turned the thing off. I felt so well. It was nothing like coming after jerking off. I could comply with the girls' happy faces on the video: I was like one of them. The thing is I didn't feel too bad about it. Pleasure is a pleasure, right? That's what I read in a forum. It can't be bad if you feel good. What's the harm if I'm not hurting anyone and I get off in a way almost no man can? They are the ones who should envy me. That was the first time I didn't regret my coming.

On the contrary, I was proud. These guys would envy me if they knew what I could feel. They never would, poor bastards.

On the following days, my routine didn't change much. I'd suck dicks and make sure I'd have internet by getting either Brian or Kurt to say `hundred.' I was getting much better in deepthroating and, although I couldn't admit it, I was feeling proud for this too. As for Adam, I barely saw him. Once I got the chance to ask again about the pussies, but he said he was sorry but the chicks were traveling, and I'd had to wait a little bit to have them back and ready for me.

In my room, it was impossible to say I wasn't using the lube. I had used one-fourth of the tube in three days. I thought I could say I was using it to jerk off. They couldn't prove me wrong (I still didn't know who's left the lube and vibrator there in the first place).

I was getting so comfortable with the vibrator I almost passed out when I saw it was gone. The lube was there, but no vibrator. I was so desperate I opened the first drawer and found something that had me speechless. Replacing the vibrator, there was a dong. It was shaped like a dick, but it had a vibrator inside too. It was bigger and thicker. I was reluctant as to use it, but after sitting at my desk and realizing I couldn't just jerk off anymore, I gave it a try. It had a soft material but slimy too. The head was smaller than the shaft, so it slid in quite easily. When I turned it on I had a surprise. Maybe for being bigger, the battery was more powerful. It vibrated so strongly even my legs shook. I think my voice would shake if I spoke. It changed the flux of my breathing. In ten seconds or less, I came.

"FUuUuuuUUck!"

I went back to my chair and had the dildo going in and out of my ass. It felt so damn good; I almost forgot I was watching a video where two guys fucked a chick in the pussy and ass. I so felt empathy for that chick. It was as if we were one. I know I should feel like being one of the guys, but they wouldn't know how good it is to have something up in the ass. Again, poor bastards.

I thought I could fuck one of those chicks with a dildo in the ass. Why would they mind? It would make the fuck even better since I'd cum and keep my erection for another fuck. I'd be a fuck machine. I could become famous for that and had a queue of chicks coming to feel my dick in their pussies. I couldn't be more eager to meet the women Adam would introduce to me. In my head, I was training for them. They'd be surprised. I didn't think about how weird to have a dildo in my ass was. It wasn't gay anymore; it was sexy.

However, I couldn't be completely satisfied knowing that maybe everything I imagined with chicks wouldn't become a reality. Somehow, I guessed Adam was making excuses not to introduce me to the girls he knew. Could he be embarrassed because I wasn't as good as him? Perhaps, he told them about me, and they asked him not to bring me over.

I got it in my head, and it was killing me inside. I needed to ask Adam what's going on with this meeting that would probably never take place.

That same day, I asked him again about this. I tried to speak very low because Brian was around, and he had ears of bats. He could hear anything light years away of distance.

"Don't worry. They may be ready tomorrow" he answered.

"Aren't they thinking I'm a loser or anything like that. Did you tell anything about... you know... you and me?" I was worried about how he introduced my person to them.

"Nah. Chill. They're very nice and will take it easy on you. You'll have a day to remember. Besides, they're back already, and I think I'll be taking you there tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" it was so soon. I was taken by surprise.

"Yeah. Isn't that what you wanted? What do you want?" he asked rhetorically.

"To meet pussies. That's the deal, isn't it?"

"Sure. And that's what gonna happen. Well, I gotta go now. Talk to you soon, princess."

`Princess?' he never called me princess. Fuck, tomorrow? I had to get ready. I was panicking already. As I turned around to go back to my room, I found the door closed. I opened it and found Brian inside. Since when?

"What d'you want?" I asked double surprised.

"So, Adam is taking you to meet chicks? That's funny. What's the deal? Will they peg you?"

I barely knew what pegging meant but had a clue of what he was saying. It had to be something related to me getting submissive to them.

"You couldn't be more wrong" I boasted out of the arrogance I didn't have. "I'll fuck them. That's what's gonna happen. And then, one day, I'll get rid of you and be free."

"Bitch is full of shit today, uh? I've never done anything you didn't do first; I've never threatened you; I've never forced you to do anything. It was you who said you didn't mind sucking dick; I've never fucked your ass, but you gave it to Adam willingly. So, don't come with your shit over me coz I'm not buying it."

Was he right? It's so easy to forget how right we are when we are facing other sides of the same facts. What I couldn't understand is that telling the truth doesn't always mean facts. You can tell lies by telling truths. It's all a matter of perspective and focus.

As he realized he caught my attention, he grinned and sat down straight on my bed.

"So, you're going to see pussies for real for the first time in your life?"

"Yeah, why? Won't you let me?"

"Bitch, stop being so defensive. Everything I do is to help you, and I wanna help you now too. Think with me, you're going out there to meet lots of chicks and you gotta make'm cum. D'you know what to do? You have never tried it; you'll be lost, and they'll hate you."

He was right. I wouldn't know what to do. They'd never feel like seeing me again. I bit my lower lip and looked lost. Brian turned his grin into a smile, stood up and came over me.

"I'm gonna help you. Or, better saying, I'll get Kurt to help you. I can't do much, but he's the expert."

When Brian moved away towards his room, I saw Adam going away on the back. He closed the door that led to the building hall, and Brian returned with Kurt.

"So, bitch. Kurt here will teach you how to lick a pussy. You gotta learn it coz it's the first step to get a chick wet and ready for dick. It's very important for guys not well-endowed like you. You won't be able to make them satisfied with your pencil dick, so you gotta know how to use your tongue."

"And how he'll teach me that? I'm not kissing him." The idea revolted me.

"Well, you won't need to kiss you, but he'll kiss you there" Brian pointed to my groin.

"What? Is he kissing my dick?"

"No, dude. I'll rim you. Never heard of that? Have a shower that I'll show you. Wash everything. I need you sparking" Kurt said lightly.

"Fuck off, bitch. We don't have the whole day" Brian asked me to leave politely.

"Still upset?" Kurt asked Brian as I went to the bathroom.

I took a long shower and enjoyed the time alone. I had no clue of what would happen, but I cleaned my whole body with soap and foam. I made sure to have my dick clean because something was telling me they'd touch me there. When I got back to my room, Brian and Kurt were sitting on my bed. I suddenly remembered I had left the dildo in the wardrobe. Brian would have found it out; he was so sneaky. I looked at the wardrobe, but the door was closed as I left it. Brian saw me looking at the wardrobe. Would he stand up and open the door?

"So, get on your bed and get ready to be rimmed," he said not mentioning the wardrobe.

I wasn't very sure of what they wanted from me, so once they were standing beside me, I just sat down on the bed and waited.

"Not like this. Turn around." Kurt instructed.

"You can't fuck me; you said you wouldn't."

"My dick won't touch you, I swear. Just relax." `just relax' was Kurt's motto.

I turned around, and he helped to get in the right position. He forced my chest down while my ass was lifted until it faced the ceiling. It was a position I've seen before in porn. Chicks would be fucked like this all the time. What could he do with me if not fucking?

"You promised you wouldn't fuck me." I wanted another confirmation.

"I'm not, just relax."

"Shut up and learn, bitch." Do I need to say who said each of these sentences?

My face was awkwardly facing the wall when I felt Kurt's hand in my ass. I waited for what felt like ages until something wet touched my whole. Hot air on the top, like the air we exhale. I looked back and almost turned around. His hand held me by the hips, and I stood still.

"Relax."

"What are you doing?" I asked surprised.

"Teaching you how to lick pussies."

"But I... Fuck... I... don't have... no... pussy... Fuck, this feels..."

"You should know by now you got a pussy, bitch. If you didn't know it, now you do. That's your pussy. I'm sure you glad to meet it. Anyway, Kurt is showing you what to do when you meet your first pussy. Try to understand coz you gotta mimic him in every way. Kurt is a good pussy licker."

"You should try." Kurt invited Brian.

"No way I'm putting my mouth there."

"Oh, c'mon. You've put it in worse places than this."

Silence for five seconds or so.

"Shut up, K. You're talking too much. I'll end up shutting your mouth with my fist, asshole."

"Hey, chill, dude." Kurt got back to my ass. His tongue was driving me nuts. It made me wonder why men feel so good when others play with their asses. What's the point? Why is the male ass an erogenous zone if it's not made for sex? Well, we do have anal intercourse, but that's not the point of the anus existence. So why is it so pleasing?

I was breathless, and words weren't coming out of my mouth. I wanted to ask him to take it easier, but his mouth was munching my hole as he'd do with a peach. His tongue went in and out mimicking the movement of a dick thrusting a hole. His tongue was firm when he wanted to reach deeper inside me, but it got softer when he was just licking. I moaned like a bitch. Brian should be laughing by now watching me so vulnerable.

I didn't feel like coming, but I wondered whether that would be possible. My feet were trembling, my body shaking, my head spinning. I don't know why but one of my hands held Kurt by the head and brought him closer to me. I wanted more.

"Bitch, take it easy. He ain't your slave. Try not to be such a slut and learn something coz you won't be getting this again. We're just making you a favor so appreciate it."

I wanted more, but Brian was right. I was overreacting, and it was bad for my reputation. Kurt and Brian would think I was in heat and decide to fuck me.

"Got it?" Kurt said as he finished.

"Yeah... yeah..." I didn't know or didn't have anything else to say.

"Good." He answered.

"Bitch is in bitch heaven now. Look at him. Then he says, he ain't a bitch" then he spoke to Kurt. "I got an idea. Rim him again."

And Kurt was back to licking my ass. Brian came closer to my face and sat by my side. I don't think he was there for a blowjob, but to talk to me.

"You can have more of this, but you gotta say you're a bitch. Say `I'm a bitch, sir.' That's all. C'mon."

I didn't want to; I couldn't do that. "Please, don't... don't make me..."

"It's up to you then. No saying, no licking. Let's get out of here, K."

"Wait. Ok. I'm... I'm a bitch... fuck... sir"

I needed to feel that a little bit more, and Brian allowed me. Kurt used other two or three minutes to rim me, and he announced he was done for the day. I wanted more, but how could I ask for it?

"If you want more, you'll say you're a bitch, and you need your pussy licked. Got it?"

I didn't say anything. I didn't want to repeat that sentence, but how would I be able to resist?

When they were gone, I locked my door and rushed to check the dildo and lube. They were exactly where I left them. They never looked so inviting. I so needed to cum after Kurt's tonguing. I got the lube, spread it all over the dildo and put it inside me before turning it on the max speed.

It felt so good; I came in a few seconds. I wonder whether Kurt had noticed my hole was more open and relaxed due to the dildo being used frequently. If he did, he was careful and nice not to say anything and humiliate me.

I didn't remove the dildo from my ass until I came two more times. I had to make sure I'd be dry by the time I was done with it. Plus, I'd be seeing real pussies soon, so I wanted to be dry and last longer. I couldn't behave like a teenager and cum after a few seconds of genital stimulation. Those chicks would know and remember me as the best fuck on campus. The only issue is I didn't want to use a dildo in the ass for the first time when I met them. It would only happen with my wife-to-be girlfriend. I thought I'd be ok. I've lived so long without anything inside my butt; I could live a bit longer. Nothing would get in my ass when I was near these chicks.

I took a shower and saw Brian on the couch. He was spending more time there, I thought. He should be waiting for me to ask him if I could get my daily internet. I simply forgot I had to do that and went to bed. I fell asleep and woke up on the following day extremely horny and up for a dildo play. I don't know how to explain the relationship I was developing with these objects. They just made sense to me more than anything else. It was becoming natural. I liked the stimuli, that's all. I promised myself three times every day how I wasn't gay. It was just a game I created for myself, and I was lucky to cum with it. Why should I feel guilty if it felt so fucking good?

When I opened my wardrobe, the dildo was gone. I panicked but remembered last time it was in the drawer. I opened all my three drawers but, this time didn't find it. I was desperate. Who did that? Probably the same one who put it in there in the first place. But who did it? Would I have the guts to ask each one of them for a dildo I was using in myself? How could I do that?

What could I do? I went out of my room, but everyone looked normal. I was expecting one of them to grin at me, to pretend something was missing just to make me blush. Nothing. Adam asked me to come to his room and in I went.

It should be him, I thought. He'd give it back to me.

"Chad, you remember the pussies I promised you?"

"Of course." Well, how could I forget it? That's all I could think about for the last few days.

"So, I have good and bad news for you. Good is they're down for it. We can walk in there at any time, and they'll let you play with them."

When he said to play with pussies, I thought he was talking about kitties. Brian would make me confused and take me to his grandmother's house to interact with her cats.

"When you say pussies, you are referring to vaginas, right?" I asked just to be sure.

"Course, what else?"

"Never mind." Adam wasn't Brian.

"But here's the bad news." He went to his wardrobe and got a little cup in his hand. It was small, but still, it should fit three and a half ounces (about a hundred mL) of liquid there. "They said they want to know whether you're worth their time. I said to them you're fantastic. You can cum many times in a row, and they were impressed. They asked if you are a great cummer, and I said `yes.' Dude, they went nuts, but they didn't trust me. So, they gave me this cup and said if you fill it up with cum, they will let you in. If not, then no deal."

"Dude, I can't cum that much. Plus, I'm pretty... dry. Even if I jerk off ten times, I won't get this much."

"Well, that's unfortunate..."

"Maybe if you guys, you know, help me out..." I tried to suggest, but he didn't look very sympathetic to the idea.

"No way! I'm not a liar. You know that. Mainly now you're becoming a great liar yourself. Don't disappoint me more than you already did."

I felt so bad when he said that, I could nestle and disappear. "Sorry."

He gave me the cup and said that's all he could do. The rest was up to me and my balls. He even apologized when I felt like I should be the one apologizing.

I walked out of the room with the cup in my hands and saw Brian back on the couch. Maybe I could ask him to help me. `No way! Forget it!'

What could I do? I remember there was a recipe on the net of how I could make a liquid with baking powder that looked exactly like cum. Maybe I could give it a try. I just needed a little bit to mix with my own cum.

I was back to my room just to realize I had no internet. I was ready to get out and complain when I remembered the reason why I had no connection. I had to go out there and deepthroat Brian for one hundred seconds to get it back. I wasn't doing that when I needed not to blow but to be blown. I didn't want to waste time. I thought a bit better and realized nothing of it made much sense. They'd see me making this strange liquid and would know what I was up to. Adam would be so disappointed; probably he'd never talk to me again. I couldn't run that risk.

I had to think better. How could I fill that cup? I remembered I could cum a lot when I had the dildo in my ass, but there was no more dildo. I tried to find something cylindrical that could replace it, but nothing was so anatomical. There were no veggies in the fridge, other cylinders were either too big or didn't have the right shape. Besides, I had no lube in my room either.

I needed to ask Adam if he'd seen the dildo. He would understand me. When I went after him Brian said very politely that he was gone.

"Fuck! Where did he go?" I asked the wrong person.

"How would I know? I ain't his bitch. You are. You should know."

I didn't care for his bad mouthing anymore. I saw him in his underwear, porn on the TV. I had no option. I'd have to ask him.

Slowly, I walked to the couch and saw his dick was hard in his boxers. He was caressing it over the fabric. I sat by his side. And I watched the bitches yelling on the telly.

Brian was Brian when he lowered his undies and started jerking off. He could ask me to do the job, but he didn't. He got lube from somewhere I didn't see and spread it over the cock. A lot of lube. I've never seen him using lube. Well, he never jerked off when I was around. I'd do that for him. I noticed he wasn't jerking off. He was more like playing with cock slowly.

I didn't think too much about it, but it suddenly crossed my head that his dick looked exactly like the dildo that I found in my wardrobe. It was him! Of course, who else?

"I'm not doing that!" I said.

"Doing what? You nuts, bitch?"

I shut up, and he looked pissed. I couldn't accuse him of anything. I didn't have how to prove it. I spent a few more minutes with Brian and went to the bathroom. I spread soap in my finger and tried to finger my hole. It burned like hell, and I washed it out. Besides, my finger didn't feel as good as the dildo.

I went back to the living room, and Brian was still making the same motions, slowly stimulating his dick.

Would I do that? I just needed to be brave enough to do that, and I'd be ready to fuck pussies. From anal stimulation, I could surely fill that glass to the top.

"Will you give me my internet back if I do that?"

"D'you want to deepthroat me? If you do you get it."

"No. You know what I'm talking about."

"No. I don't know what you talking about."

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"I'll sit in your cock. That's what this is all about, right?"

"Oh, I don't know what this is about. What is this all about? You want me to fuck you? I'm not in the mood." How could he do that to me?

"You don't need to fuck me. I'll do it myself."

"Ok. But don't block my view."

Brian was humiliating me more than I was already humiliated by putting me in that situation. I got the little cup and brought it with me. I stepped between Brian's knees. I held his dick up and felt it touching my pucker. It felt like the dildo, but it was warmer, it had a life of its own.

I sat down as I'd do with the dildo. The girth felt the same; it was just right. It didn't take me long before my ass was touching his pubes.

Brian was probably controlling his words. "The telly, bitch." I couldn't believe he was still worried about the fucking TV. I tried to move to my side, and he moved to the other. He decided to play the guy who wasn't paying attention and didn't care.

I moved up and down. Once, twice, so many times, Brian let a moan out. I was moaning myself. It felt so good. I got the cup, and I let cum in for the first time. It wasn't as much as I expected, but I could still cum more. The problem is Brian didn't last too long. He came in my ass without saying anything.

"Ok, I need some time to rest. Get out."

I needed more. That's when Kurt came in.

"What you guys doing?"

"Bitch was fucking itself in my dick. Such a bitch."

I felt Brian's cum trying to run down my legs. I thought I could add that to the amount I had in the cup. But I needed more.

"Kurt, please let me do the same with you."

"Sure."

Kurt wasn't as difficult as Brian. He was a nicer guy but overshadowed by Brian's influence. Well, why would he be nasty when letting me fuck myself with his dick was all I asked?

He sat down by Brian's side, and I slid his pants and underwear down to his knees. His dick was still soft.

"You gotta make it hard first, though."

I sucked his dick desperately before I had Brian's cum running down my legs. I tried to hold it inside me. If I were to add it to the cup, I'd have to do it in private.

"What's this cup about?" Brian asked.

"Nothing. Just getting my cum in it."

"You drinking your own cum? That can be hot. I wanna watch it."

"I'm not drinking it, that's for something else?"

"So, what?" he was so stubborn and annoying.

"Ok, I'll drink it later." I tried to find myself a way out but always ended up worse than before.

"So, do it now."

"Later."

"I see. You want more cum, right? Just let my cum in once it gets out from your ass then drink it. Or even better. Fuck yourself first with Kurt's dick and get his cum too. Lots of cum."

"Ok." Somehow, that's what I wanted. Brian would make it easier to fill the cup.

By then, Kurt's dick was hard. He was ready for me. I spread the lube Brian gave me on the dick and sat on it with ease. I think everything was so intense for the three of us that they didn't take too long to come. Well, it wasn't the first time they fucked a guy; it wasn't the first time I was fucked, but it was still intense.

From Kurt, I went back to Brian whose dick was hard again. My legs were almost failing me when I came once more. Brian wasn't paying attention to the TV anymore. His hands were guiding me up and down on his pole. He'd slap my ass quite hard from time to time. He pressed my butt cheeks so hard I thought he'd rip it off. I came three more times before I was done fucking myself and they said they should rest. I wanted to rush to the bathroom, but Brian made me wait.

"Take a plastic glove in the kitchen and come back here. Leave the cup on the TV stand. Hurry!"

I did as he wished and came back with the glove that I handed to him.

Now give me the cup and turn your ass to me.

Brian wanted to get the cum out of my ass and into the cup. I turned my ass to him, and the cum ran down my legs without any effort. I wondered if it'd be enough, but Brian answered my question.

"Take it with your hand now coz the cup is full."

My hands end up where the cum was running, and it was drenched in male juice.

"Don't let it go to waste. Lick it up."

Fuck, now I had to follow the plan. I said that's what I wanted. I closed my eyes and licked my fingers. The taste was the same as when they came in my mouth. I just couldn't think it was coming from my ass. I had to do it over again a few more times before all the cum was out of me. That's when he gave me the cup, and I should drink it.

I didn't have what to say.

"May I take a picture first?" and I said it.

"You getting quite nasty, uh, bitch? Course you can."

I got my phone and took a picture of the glass full of cum. Brian wanted to do better. He would record the whole thing with his own phone.

"Now, drink it all." He said, the camera turned to me.

I felt like vomiting, but after all I had done, I needed to go to the end. The glass touched my lips, I started breathing and in it went. All the cum was going down my throat. I couldn't throw up. I wasn't swallowing all that jizz. My head was somewhere else.

"Now smile to the camera, and say you love jizz."

I smiled. "I love jizz."

"I'll drink more jizz like this, whenever Brian asks me to."

"I'll drink... what?"

"This is now part of your routine, bitch. You know the deal. Cum in a cup. Everyone's cum together, so you can make it tasty. Even your own. You're such a nasty bitch."

"You want me to..."

"Course. I've never asked you to do it. It was your choice, right? Or am I going crazy? Wasn't it you who wanted to drink cum from that cup?"

"Yes..."

"So, you will drink it whenever I ask you to?"

"Su...sure" I wasn't very sure, but what else could I say. I put myself in this situation again.

"Great then. You can deepthroat us later to have your internet back."

I didn't believe it. I'd still have to suck him for internet? I just hoped Adam accepted the photo as a proof I had the cum in the glass.

Back in my room, I thought of Alex. How would it be if he was my flatmate instead? Could it be any better? How could I know?

End of chapter 25.

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