Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch
By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com M/m, college, cum, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex). Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Part 04
I must say that if I knew how hard it would be to keep my deal with Brian, I wouldn't have accepted it. It's true that after going to the gym I didn't feel like men were staring at me like I've felt before. So things outside the flat were apparently back to normal, but inside the apartment my situation was really bad. I think it was impossible to completely satisfy Brian. This man was virtually insatiable, as if a man can be horny 24/7, with a dick pointing upwards even just after cumming. I would jerk him off, take his pants filled with his warm cum to my basket of dirty clothes, then I'd come back to the living room just to put my hand over his dick again and feel it stiffening one more time. I swear he was never soft. Moreover, I would have to jerk him not only once, but five, eight or even ten times a day. This routine was killing me. My arms would get really sore because I couldn't give them a rest. I don't know how his dick wouldn't get sore from being stroked by me so many times without a pause.
After ten days going on with this routine, touching and stroking his dick, and then washing his cum covered sweatpants (I wonder how many pants he had) we were once again back to the living room where everything started. We had just got back from classes, and before I could reach my room, he asked me to sit down that he would be back in a minute wearing something more comfortable. Of course, he came back not even two minutes later wearing sweatpants and pointing to a small stain on his crotch area where his hardening dick could be already seen.
`You need to make a better job when washing this. Can't stand cum stains all over my clothes' he touched and rubbed his pants. I remember I've washed those pants but it was hard to clean them completely as he cummed a lot. This man produced buckets of cum every day.
`Sorry, but my arms sometimes hurt so bad I can't wash them properly. Thank God it's been ten days already' I mumbled this last part as if I was talking more to myself than to him.
`Ten days? What are you talking about?' he asked with a startled expression I couldn't understand. What made him so perplex?
`It's been ten days since we made our deal. I'm counting' I explained, convicted that this sort of explanation wasn't necessary.
`No way, buddy. Were you already counting? I thought you were just warming up' he stated, perplexing me this time.
I wasn't really expecting him to say that. After the brief shock I asked: `What? It's been ten days and I have how to prove'
`Dude, are you stupid? What's the whole purpose of you doing all of this? You want to prove you ain't a fag, right?' he asked making a dumb face, suggesting I was stupid.
`Yeah' that's all I could say as his question was obviously rhetorical.
`And how will I know if you're a fag or not? I have to check your shit, right?' he kept looking at me with that dumb face.
`Yeah...' I mumbled trying to understand where he was trying to get at.
`And how can I check you if you keep wearing those thick jeans? How can I know you weren't hard all the time underneath?' Now I finally understood his point.
`Because... I wasn't...' I didn't know what to answer. He was right once again and I felt like I was the most stupid person in the world.
`I was here all the time thinking that you were just trying to get used to jerking me, to my thick cock in your hands. That you wanted to learn how to grab it and get rid of the pain in your arms. I thought that someday you would decide to start our deal for real and show me your shit, which you never did'
`But you said you don't want to see it' I stated trying to justify my mistake and make him see that he should reconsider his arguments.
`And I really don't. But you can wear your undies, you know? I would know if you're pitching a tent or not. That's so simple. I can't believe you're so dumb. Seriously.'
As he said that, I felt so upset and angry I didn't know what to say. I was trying to think. Those have been the worst ten days of my life and he wanted me to start counting from zero as if nothing happened.
`Do you want to do this for real? Then we need to get to the final part of deal' Brian explained after a few seconds of complete silence.
`What part?' I asked looking at him standing before me with his hands on his waist as if showing me his cock, now completely hard almost piercing the thin fabric of his pants.
`Well, you gotta prove you ain't hard, so you can't wear shorts or jeans. Only underwear'
I was there on the couch not believing what my ears were hearing.
`So what's gonna be? Can we start our deal now?' he continued as he noticed I didn't know what to say.
`All I have to do is show you my crotch under my briefs every time you cum?' I asked as I tried to grasp what he wanted me to do now.
`Course not. I need to see if you're getting hard whenever I'm close to you. You can't be wearing your pants at all when we're here by ourselves'
You know, I'm not the kind of person who has a problem in being half naked around public spaces such as beaches and pools, but not in front of another dude in private. I don't want a guy looking and checking me with my consent.
You don't need to worry about me looking at you' he said just after his last words as if reading my thoughts. I don't give a shit to your cock, I told you that. All I wanna do is check if you are hard or not'
`And what about Adam? He'll get back and see me without pants or shorts' after saying that it was clear that I had already agreed in wearing only undies whenever I was alone with Brian in the flat. But Adam lived there and I respected him a lot to be walking only in my undies around him.
I'm sure he wouldn't mind. It's too warm here inside with the heater on all the time and remember we're all men, right?' I didn't know if this was a question or if he was trying to imply I wasn't a man. He himself walks only in shorts' Brian finished sure that I couldn't refuse his arguments.
In fact, I had nothing else to say. So there I was standing up and unbuttoning my jeans, trying not to think about what I was actually doing. My muscles was moving without my consent, a part of me didn't want me to keep doing that, but another was sure that I should do whatever Brian asked me to. I stepped out of my pants, folded and put them back in my room, coming back wearing only my briefs and a t-shirt. Brian was already on the couch fully dressed waiting for me. I sat by his side and put my hand on his already hard cock. At this time, he said he wanted me to stroke him slowly. He said it was better to feel my hand moving than still over him doing nothing. In other words, he wanted me to be stroking him all the time and not only touching him. I was already used to his dick so I was feeling more natural doing that.
`Let me see if you're hard' he said trying to see my crotch.
I lifted my t-shirt to show him how I was still soft.
`Chad, I think this will be a problem' I couldn't believe he still had a problem after everything I had accepted so far.
`What's the problem?' I asked in disbelief as I returned to jerk him off.
`Your t-shirt. I can't see your crotch if your t-shirt is covering it' he pointed to my t-shirt that in fact was covering my crotch completely.
`But I can hold it' I said afraid he would make me wear nothing but my underwear.
`No. It won't work. I need to be checking you constantly' he explained calmly. I'm sure Brian knew I'd eventually comply to his unquestionable arguments and do as he ordered.
`But it's cold. I'll freeze...'
We make it even warmer then' he said taking the remote control and warming up the heater's temperature. Done. I'm sure you can't complain now. Also, I'm sure you'll get used to it, trust me'
`But Adam will see me wearing only my underwear. He won't understand. It can cause me trouble if he says something...'
Chad, I told you already' Brian interrupted me, tired of my bullshitting. He wouldn't mind. Besides, your briefs are so big they look like shorts. Many men stay at home like that. C'mon now. Gimme your t-shirt' he extended his right arm to my side, waiting for me to give my t-shirt to him.
I felt beaten again. As he extended his hand to take my t-shirt I took it off, now only wearing my briefs. He took my t-shirt and left on his side. I was feeling a bit cold and so damn embarrassed. There I was stroking a fully clothed guy over his pants while I was by his side wearing nothing but my undies.
`And you must stay like this whenever you are here, ok? Even if you're not jerking me, or even if there's someone else. Sometimes I may not be here but if I come back I wanna check you out straightaway. So tell me. What's the first thing you do whenever you get back here?' Brian was almost didactic when he wanted to make me feel beaten and humiliated.
`Take off my clothes' I said not thinking too much about the consequences of my acceptance.
Yeah. That's it. Don't worry, it's only one month. It will soon be over then I'll know you ain't a fag' he said putting his hands over his head Now you could do me a favor. Wouldn't you go to the fridge and get me a beer?'
`Can I let go of your cock?' I couldn't believe I have just said that.
`Yeah, only for now' he winked at me as he nodded his head.
I stood up and went to the kitchen and the fridge that was plainly visible from the couch if you turn your head to the left, not even ten steps away from the living room. I opened it, trying to find beers but couldn't find any.
`Hey there ain't beers here' I said still looking inside the fridge.
`I think I put them in the lowest shelf. Take a look there.' I had to kneel down to look at the lowest shelf. I think I saw the beer behind a lot of veggies and fruits. It couldn't understand why he would put the beer so far away. I had to remove the veggies first, stretch my arm into the fridge till my fingers touched the cold can. After some time I managed to pull it out and then put the veggies back. When I looked back, Brian had his hand inside his pants. The son of a bitch was jerking off watching me on my fours looking for the beer.
`Yeah that's the one' he said, removing his hand from his pants and waiting for me to sit back next to him again.
I gave him the beer and put my hand over his cock again. He said he wanted me to stroke him faster now coz he suddenly felt like cumming. I did as he asked and soon I had another piece of cloth to wash. He changed and gave it to me, now with a big smile on his face as he watched me practically naked on the couch.
End of part 04
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