My Roommate the Alchemist Chapter 5
Introduction
This is my first attempt at writing a story for anyone else to read, even though I am a longtime reader and lurker.
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This is a fantasy story in two senses of the word. Not only is it an erotic fantasy of two young men, but it is also a story of magic and the fantastic. It's not non-consensual even though it has strong authoritarian themes. It's the story of one young man who doesn't understand what he wants and what he needs. It's also the story of another young man with much more experience who is not only confident in his own needs but is able to see what his roommate needs and to help him find it. I have already written eleven chapters (and still haven't gotten past the third day). If I publish one chapter each week, I should be able to stay ahead of my readers.
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I will publish ancillary stories to expand on some of the other characters in this story, but I want to keep this story focused on Kieran and Jason. So far, it has been written entirely from Kieran's perspective. He's the one who can't see where their journey is headed. I have already written one chapter that covers Jason and Kieran's suitemates (Alonzo and Erik). I will publish that chapter after I have published the chapter in this story that introduces them. I have also written one chapter in this story that involves all four characters. It is currently written entirely from Kieran's point of view, but I'm trying to adapt it so that it switches back and forth between Kieran and Alonzo.
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Summary of Chapter 4
It would be best to go back and read chapter 4 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.
After a morning run (during which Kieran blew Jason again), Jason and Kieran returned to the dorm. Someone called them fags but Jason took the insult and wore it as a badge of honor. He kissed and fondled his boy in front of everyone on the floor. He took Kieran back to the room where Kieran learned the rules Jason wanted him to follow. He also chose to remove his body hair permanently because Jason wanted him smooth. He was forced to remain naked when their suitemate Alonzo came to visit. Then Kieran stripped Jason, licked his sweat from his body and discovered quite to his surprise that he was really into Jason's feet. While he was servicing Jason in this way, Jason tapped Kieran's testicles with his foot until he spilled his cum without achieving orgasm. Kieran and Jason washed each other in the shower. Kieran argued with Jason over the length of his own hair and Jason spanked him for that and other rules violations. He recorded it. Kieran came while being spanked.
My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 5 (Other Duties)
Jason took the toiletry bag and his kit. He carried them over to my chest of drawers and sat them there. Then he walked over to me.
"Stand there and let me look at you," he said.
Jason walked around me, tracing his fingers across my smooth skin. Then he walked around and cupped my buttocks while he nibbled on my neck. He rubbed his fingers down my chest and pinched my nipples. My erection was back, almost as hard as it had been.
"You are beautiful, you know," he said.
I blushed, and tried to laugh it off, saying, "I think you're going blind, sir."
Jason turned me around and looked deep into my eyes. He kissed me gently on the lips – no tongue, just a soft, romantic kiss.
"You really don't see it, do you?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer. "Everyone but you can see it. You didn't even notice all the people looking at you last night. I did."
"Did you get jealous, sir," I said, trying to go along with him.
"No," he said. "It may me feel good knowing that everyone was looking at my boy, wanting him and knowing that they couldn't have him because he was mine."
"Wrong, sir," I quipped back at him. "You didn't ask me to be your boy until the movie."
Jason smacked my ass hard enough to make me jump.
"Don't contradict me, boy," he growled. He was smiling, so I knew he wasn't mad. "You were my boy from the moment you wacked off while your nose was buried in my dirty underwear. You sealed the deal when you handed me your underwear in the restaurant. You just didn't know it yet."
Our banter was interrupted by a knock on the door. I panicked a little and began to look for my shorts. Jason grabbed my waist and held me tight against him. His hand slid down and began to toy with the plug in my ass. My dick twitched.
Jason called out in a loud voice, "Come in. The door's not locked."
I froze and tried to pull away, but Jason smacked my ass harder than before. I turned around in his arm and turned my erection away from the door. Jason looked down and chuckled. I couldn't see it, but he was looking at the bright red handprint on my ass.
The door opened and a young man came in. I couldn't see him because my back was turned, and I was trying to hide my face, but it was the very cute Latino boy we'd passed in the hallway earlier. His name was Alonzo, and he was one of our suitemates. He and his roommate Erik lived in the room on the other side of the bathroom from us.
"Hi," Alonzo said. "I ...." He trailed off, unable to take his eyes off what he was seeing.
Jason held out his hand to the young man in the doorway. He said, "Hello, I'm Jason."
Alonzo was torn between his need to be polite and his urge to run out of the room. In the end, he stepped forward and took Jason's hand. "I'm Alonzo Ramos," he said nervously. "I live next door."
Jason must have been feeling feisty. He turned me around to face Alonzo.
"This is my boy, Kieran," he said.
Alonzo's eyes dropped down to my hairless groin and throbbing cock. You would think my humiliation would have shrunk my erection, but apparently my body didn't know that this was the way it was supposed to work. Humiliation made me harder, not softer.
"Oh–okay," he said. His nerves were clearly frazzled by my nakedness, but he was a real trooper. He looked up at me and held out his hand. "Good to meet you, Kieran."
Alonzo was really cute. His dark brown hair hung in waves to his collar. His features were delicate. His skin was very light brown, like coffee with a lot of milk. I could tell he was blushing despite his darker skin. His eyes were dark brown and seemed overly large to me. He didn't look old enough to be in college, not even as a freshman.
Jason gave him a knowing smile. "We're going to be suitemates all year, so we should probably get used to each other. Kieran and I are going shopping to pick up some things we need but when we get back, we should get together. I'll pick up some beer and we can order pizza." Jason stared deep into Alonzo's eyes. I could tell that he was appraising him and his character. His voice took on the same commanding tone he always used with me. "I want you and your roommate to come over at 6:00 PM. Don't disappoint me."
"No sir," Alonzo replied, then seemed embarrassed that he'd called Jason sir. "I mean. Sure thing. I'll let Erik know. We'll be there. I mean here." He was even cuter when nervous.
"We'll see you both then," Jason said. His tone made it clear that the visit was over. Alonzo left. Jason put his mouth to my throat and said, "How much do you want to bet that he'll be masturbating in a few minutes, thinking of your sexy, naked body?"
"Come on," he said as he pulled me over to my dresser. He opened the drawers and pulled out a pair of knit shorts that I often wore to the gym. He handed them to me along with a muscle shirt.
"These will do," he said. "Your clothes are kind of boring, you know. It's like you're trying to hide how sexy you are."
I took the clothes he'd handed me. I thought they were more than revealing enough. I usually only wore them to the gym since they were only six inches in the inseam. I started to put them on, but Jason stopped me.
"You don't get dressed until just before we leave the room," he said. "Besides, I'm going to shower, and you're going to help me."
Jason then pulled out an outfit for himself, black jeans, a dark purple button-down shirt, and a soft silk undershirt in a silvery gray. He laid them gently on my desk along with another pair of silk boxers. He took one of his many spray bottles and spritzed them all. I could smell the cologne he wore. It smelled nice, but it didn't have the same effect on me as it did yesterday. I remembered what he said about it blending with his own scent. Once he'd worn them for a while, I'd probably be drooling all over him.
Jason lay down on the bed. "Put your outfit on the chair by your desk and then come over here," Jason demanded. I was eager to find out what was next. Other than making me drink his piss, Jason hadn't asked me to do anything that I hadn't liked. I dropped my shorts and muscle shirt on the chair and almost ran over to the bed. I stood there waiting to be told what to do. I didn't have long to wait.
"Sit on the bed near my feet," Jason said. I climbed up and sat cross-legged on the foot of our bed.
"Take my shoes off," he said.
I'd been naked since we'd returned to the room, but Jason was still dressed in running clothes. I reached out and took hold of his shoe. I untied it carefully and pulled it off his foot, placing it next to me on the bed.
"Sniff it first," he said.
I held the shoe to my nose and took a shallow sniff. It didn't smell bad, but I could smell sweaty feet mixed with Jason's spicy cologne. He poked my leg with his sock covered foot.
"Hold my shoe to you face and take a deep breath," he demanded.
I pulled it back to my face, close enough that my nose was in the opening where his feet went. I inhaled deeply. My nose was filled the funky, slightly sour smell of his feet. It was like a jolt of electricity went through my body, from nose straight down to my dick. My hard dick twitched. I kept inhaling until I heard Jason laughing. He scooted lower on the bed so that his feet were in my lap.
"I don't want to be here all day. Go ahead and take 10 deep breaths, then move on to my other foot," he said. When I had taken my 10 deep breaths, I placed his shoe back on the bed.
"I can see how much you like the smell of my feet, boy," he said. "We'll make this a part of your routine from now on."
My throbbing cock liked that plan.
I blushed but pulled the other shoe to my nose and followed the same procedure, 10 deep breaths with my face buried in the shoe. Once I had removed his shoes, Jason ordered me to do the same thing with his socks. Of course, I obeyed without question. By this time, I had grown as hard as I had when he'd sprayed my dick last night. I felt like I was going to cum without anyone touching my throbbing shaft. It was like I was drunk on his scent. It overwhelmed my brain and made my knees tremble. My skin felt like it was on fire.
When I had placed his socks next to his shoes, Jason gave me the command I knew was coming. "Lick my feet," he said. "But first, I want you to massage them."
I took hold of his strong foot with my trembling hands. My fingers were as stiff and cold as ice, but they warmed up while I was massaging his feet.
"You can begin licking in a minute, but I have to ask you something first," he said. "I can see from your dripping penis that you like my feet. I want you to tell me what you like about them."
I stared at them. They seemed perfectly formed to me. I didn't really know where to begin, how to organize my thoughts. I knew my man was waiting for me, so I answered to the best of my ability.
"They're big, but not too big," I said. I knew that was feeble. "I like the color of your skin. It looks like honey or amber. I guess that's not just your feet, though. They're strong and muscular; I can feel all the muscles beneath the skin. The skin is smooth. Your toenails are clean. And ...," I paused for moment, not sure how to phrase it. "And I don't know if it's because you're Asian, but your toes don't have hair on them."
"You don't like my body hair," he asked?
"I do. It's just that most people have wiry hairs on their toes that sticks out at weird angles. Your body hair is different. It's silky smooth," I said. Then added with a whisper, "And its sexy."
"I'm glad you like it," he said. "A boy should love everything about his man. If he doesn't, it's because he's not trying hard enough." He waited until my shy eyes locked with his then said, "Lick them now."
I ran my tongue along the bottom of his foot. I could taste that same slighter sour, very funky taste that I'd smelled in his shoes and socks. It was mixed a little with a hint of spice from his cologne. I licked the bottoms, then licked the tops. I sucked each toe into my mouth individually and washed it with my saliva. The pressure continued to build in my erection. I'd knelt on the bed to have a better angle for working on his feet. While I was licking the right foot, I felt Jason's left foot touch my scrotum. He began to tap the bottom of my balls with his foot. He tapped them gently enough that it didn't hurt, but hard enough that I could feel them swinging. The muscles in my dick contracted, then relaxed. I felt a spurt of liquid come out of the head.
I dropped the toes my mouth and stammered, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to do it." I don't know why I was almost crying. I felt like I'd disappointed him. He sat up and took my arms in his hands.
"You don't have to cry, baby," he assured me. "You didn't do anything wrong. So long as you are not stroking yourself or rubbing yourself you aren't doing anything wrong." I took a few deep breaths to collect myself. His scent and his taste had me craving sexual release so bad that I couldn't think straight.
"Look at me," Jason commanded. When I brought my eyes up to look into his, I could see that he wasn't mad. He was smiling. "It's a compliment to me, you know," he said. "My boy loves my body so much that he shoots cum without anyone touching his little thing. I want to see you cum like this."
It was strange that he called my penis a "little thing". It was a little above average in size, and his was only about two inches longer.
He said, "I told you that you would have an orgasm if you needed one. I just thought it would take you longer to get to this state." He smiled that warm smile that melted me to the core. "You're precocious, that's all," he added.
He used his finger to wipe up the small drop of cum and then stuck it in my mouth. I sucked his finger greedily. I liked the taste of his spunk better than my own, but I was beginning to enjoy mine as well.
"Let's get back to work," he said, laying himself back onto the bed. "Take off my shirt and clean out my armpits."
I removed his t-shirt and threw it to the foot of the bed. I couldn't resist running my hands through his light chest hair. I bent down and licked the sweat from his abdomen and his chest. His scent was no stronger here, but it was different. It was less sour, cleaner somehow. When I moved to his armpit, that all changed. The scent became overwhelming, even more so than on his feet. With the first taste, I felt my penis throb and give a little spurt again. Since I was straddling his body; I could see that it dropped onto his chest. I scooted down and licked it off, then moved back up to his armpit. I licked his left armpit until most of the flavor was gone, then moved back to the right pit and did it all again. I didn't taste any deodorant or antiperspirant. It was all Jason.
Several more times, I had to take a break just long enough to clean up another small pool of my cum. I was dripping precum like a leaky faucet. I cleaned that up as well.
My last task was the one I was looking forward to the most. I knew from experience that Jason's scent was most intoxicating near his cock. All humans have scent glands down there. But no one else had glands that smelled like Jason's. I spent about twenty minutes licking his balls, his pubic bush, and the area where his inner thighs met his pelvis. That was the place where the taste was strongest. I dropped my biggest pool of spunk yet while cleaning his groin. Now that Jason had given me permission, it seemed that my body was going into overdrive. I didn't really have an orgasm. It was like my balls were so full that every once in a while, my shaft involuntarily squeezed out a few drops. It provided some release, but never left me satisfied.
Once I had cleaned him up, Jason pulled me up next to him and began to kiss me. I kissed him back. By now I knew that he wanted me to let him take charge, to let him penetrate my mouth with his tongue. There was no doubt that he was the boss in our relationship. I had always been competitive on the track field and in the pool, but I decided that I liked to let Jason be in charge. It gave me a thrill to let him have his way with me. Of course, I wasn't letting him do anything. He knew what he wanted, and he took it. It must've been the same for me. He knew what I wanted, and he gave it to me. He seemed to know what I wanted more than I did.
I don't know how long we made out on the bed. When Jason decided that it was time for us to stop, we stopped.
He stroked my side as we lay together and said, "The one problem with you cleaning me up after our runs is that I get hard as a rock. I was going to have you blow me here, but I think we'll do it in the shower."
When he got up out of the bed, I followed him like a puppy. I guess it's more appropriate to say that I followed him like a lovesick boy following his lover. I didn't resent it all. I wished that he'd give me a proper orgasm, but I resolved to wait until he decided to do so. The thrill of being under his dominion provided its own rewards.
The bathroom was still vacant. I looked at the clock on the desk as we passed, and it read 11:30. We'd been on that bed for more about an hour and a half. "Time well spent," I thought. Jason grabbed a towel and a washcloth and his toilet kit. When we got into the bathroom, he told me to lock the door and follow him into the shower.
I should explain that the bathroom was long and narrow. It had a shower at one end and a toilet at the other end. Next to the toilet was a tall cabinet that could be used to store toilet paper and toiletries. Next to the toilet was a bathroom sink and a wall mounted mirror. Other than the full-length mirror that covered the back of our suitemates room, that was it. Two of us fit in the bathroom at the same time. Up to six could fit at time if two were in the shower, one was on the toilet and one was standing at the washbasin, but there would be very little room to maneuver. As it was, the shower was a tight fit for both Jason and I at the same time.
Jason adjusted the water and had me stick my hand in it. It was warmer than I liked it, but it wouldn't be too bad.
"This is the temperature I like in my shower," he said. "Memorize it. It will be one of your duties to get the shower ready."
He took out a glass bottle with a pump sprayer on top of it. It had no name on it. It just said "soap". "This is the soap I make. You will be able to use this one since all it does it cleanse your skin. It has no scent, and it's safe to use on your hair. If you get any in your eyes, it will sting but it won't cause any damage."
"When we're showering, you will wash me first, from head to toe. Then you will take care of any of my needs such as sucking my cock or drinking my piss. I will then wash you."
"Yes sir," I said. Then I added slyly, "I guess that means that you come before me in the shower."
"True," he said. "And that's if you get to cum at all." He said it as if it were a joke, but we both knew that he meant it.
Jason put the bottle of soap on the shelf at the back of the shower. Then he handed me the washcloth and said to show him what I could do. I applied a little soap to the wet cloth. I was surprised at how rich a lather it made. I sniffed it. Jason was right, it had no scent of its own. I used the cloth to wash my man's face, neck, and ears. Then I rinsed it out so that I could use it to wash the soap off his face. After that, I moved down his body. I washed his chest, arms, abdomen and back. Then I washed his groin and his ass. I have to say that Jason had the most perfect ass I'd ever seen. It was firm, round and seemingly made of solid muscle. I really wanted to stroke it with my fingers, bare flesh against bare flesh, but I didn't. I assumed that he had given me the washcloth because he wanted me to use it. His cock was rigid and powerful when I washed it. I stroked it a few times. (I really loved the way it felt in my hands). I kissed it and felt it jump, I licked the head and slid a little of it my mouth.
"Not yet," Jason said. "Shower first, then you can enjoy my cock."
Disappointed, I moved on to his legs and feet. Don't get me wrong. I love Jason's legs and especially his feet, but my lips were tingling with the anticipation of taking his cock in my mouth. As soon as I was finished, I knelt in front of him and asked, "Jason, sir, may I please suck your cock."
"You may now suck my cock, boy," he replied. He smiled like something he was anticipating something more than a blowjob.
I always began by kissing and licking his cock. It somehow seemed more respectful that way. Before long I did my best to swallow him. I still couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth without Jason grabbing my head and forcing it, but I was determined to try. I noticed that his cock had no flavor right after I had washed it. Don't get me wrong. I loved sucking it. I could kneel in front of him and hold his cock in my mouth all day, but it wasn't as satisfying as it was when I could taste him more distinctly. Soon my mouth was flooded with his cum. Mmm_,_ I thought. His spunk tasted just as good after a shower as it did when he was sweaty.
When he'd finished cumming in my mouth, he put his hands on the sides of my head and reminded me, "Don't spill a drop." I did not want to do this again, but Jason gave me no choice. I could feel his warm, acrid piss filling my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could. I don't think I let a single drop spill this time.
I felt Jason's hands rub my cheeks. "I want you to know that you're being a good and obedient boy for your man. I'm proud of you." He helped me to my feet and then said, "Now it's my turn."
He took the washcloth in his hand and lathered it up. He washed my face gently, then my ears and my neck. He directed me under the spray to rinse the soap off. As he lathered up my chest and arms, he kissed me, exploring my mouth with his tongue as his hands explored my body, running the soapy cloth across my tingling skin with gentle firmness.
Moving lower, he ran the warm cloth across my pelvis and between my legs, making sure to gently knead my testicles as he soaped them, then he moved the cloth across my ass and up my crack with deliberate slowness. Then he moved to my cock.
Before he touched me with that warm, soapy cloth, he said in my ear, "This is a test for you, boy. I'm going to clean your penis. I'm going to be thorough, but you are not going to cum. My boy will cum in many, many ways, but never by rubbing or stroking."
I groaned when his cloth covered hand moved to the shaft of my penis. When I felt his firm grip on my cock, my knees almost collapsed and fell backwards into his firm chest.
"I'm going to cum!" I yelled.
Jason squeezed my balls hard and I yelped.
"No, you're not," he said with a stern and commanding tone. "If you cum right now, I'll take your erections away for a week. Be my good boy."
The pressure kept building. My breath grew faster and shallower. The tightness grew in my cock.
I was crying, "I can't stop it! I can't hold it in, sir."
"Yes, you can," Jason replied. "Do it because I want you to do it."
I tried to think of anything except for Jason's strong hands. I thought of my aunt's pinched face; I thought of getting hit in chest with a baseball; I thought of Uncle Craig hitting my ass with his belt!
That's not helping! I thought.
I was right on the edge of orgasm. Jason's hand moved away from my cock. He grabbed the shower head and sprayed the uncomfortably warm water right my cock and balls. The stinging sensation brought me back from the brink. My erection softened. Jason kept spraying me until it wilted as much as it was going to.
"Thank you, sir," I mumbled. "Thank you."
Jason kissed my neck again. "You did well, boy" he mumbled against my throat. "You'll get better with time."
Jason finished washing my legs and feet. When he first knelt in front of me, I thought for a moment that he was going to take my cock in his mouth. Instead, he blew across it. It began to grow firm again, like he was breathing life into it.
Once he'd finished with me, he turned off the water and grabbed the towel. "Dry me," he said.
I took my time. I liked touching Jason's body, even with a towel. Once he was completely dry, he took the towel and used it on me. He dried every part of me, slowing rubbing with moist towel. By time we were done, both of us sported new erections.
"We both forgot to wash the hair," he said, fingering mine. It will take us a little longer once your hair has grown out.
I stared at Jason and said, "But I don't wear my hair long."
"Don't contradict me'" he scolded. "You mean you didn't wear your hair long. I want it longer, so you'll wear it longer."
He began to tick points off on his fingers, "You also forgot to say sir. You forgot twice while you were cleaning me up over the bed, as well."
"And you failed to show proper respect for my cock in the shower. When you ask to suck my cock, be sure to add a complimentary adjective like beautiful, big, or manly. I am your man. That means that I hold dominion over you. My cock is my rod, the symbol of my authority over you."
[Jason knew that he was grasping at straws for most of his points, but he didn't think Kieran would notice. He needed to keep pushing him, to keep him off balance before he could throw up more barriers. It was time to introduce a little discipline into their relationship to reinforce their roles. He was the dom and Kieran was the sub. That's what he wanted. That's what Kieran wanted, although he probably couldn't admit it to himself yet.]
Jason pulled me over to the bed and sat down, pulling me over his lap. "I'm going to go easy on you today," he said. "Five infractions mean one of two possible consequences. Your first choice is that I will give you 50 swats with my hand, 10 for each infraction. Your second choice is that I will give you 5 swats with my hand, but I will take a video of the spanking and you will look into the camera and explain what you did wrong, and why I was right to discipline you."
He rubbed my butt. My erection was pressing down on his leg. He could tell that I was excited despite my distress. I wasn't sure which option to pick.
"Sir," I asked, "what are you going to do with the video?"
He smacked my ass hard again. He was strong, and it hurt like hell. It also pressed my erection painfully against his leg.
He said, "If you don't choose now, I will choose for you, and it will be option three. I will record your spanking, but I will give you all 50 swats."
"Option two," I shouted. "Option two." I knew that I wasn't prepared to take 50 swats at this time. Jason had a strong arm.
"Good," he said, as he reached over to his watch and touched something on the screen. I could see the screen on his desktop computer light up. It was filled with a picture of me lying across Jason's lap. It was taken from behind and above. He must have put a camera up there. He fiddled with the controls some more and the computer screen showed a split screen. Camera one was behind and above me. Camera two showed my face. Both images were off center, but soon the cameras adjusted so that each camera was centered.
"Look straight into the camera the whole time, boy," he warned. I saw the record lights go on the corner of each screen. "Look at the camera and tell it who you are."
I steeled myself for this ordeal. I arched my back and looked straight at the computer screen. "My name is Kieran Morgan."
"How old are you Kieran?"
"I'm 18 years old. I'll be 19 before the end of September."
"Who am I?"
"You're Jason Lee."
"Why are you going to be disciplined."
"I broke the rules you gave me."
"What rules did you break?"
"I contradicted you. Then I forgot to call you sir. Then I failed to respect your cock."
"How many times did you forget to call me sir?"
"Three times, sir."
"You caught it that time, but we have you on video forgetting to call me sir four more times." My heart sank. I couldn't believe that I'd made that mistake again.
"How many swats have you earned, boy?"
I quickly did the math. My heart sank a little. "Nine, sir," I said with a tremble in my voice.
"That's right," Jason said. "You're going to get nine swats because you broke the rules nine times this morning. Be sure to count them out loud. If you don't count them out loud or if you forget to call me sir, that swat won't count. I'm going to use my hand to give you swats today. I'm doing this because I think that you really want to be my good boy, but you just need a reminder. If I need to discipline you like this again, I will use a paddle, a rod or a whip."
This shit is getting real, I thought.
Jason didn't wait very long. He drew his hand back and landed a perfect smack on my ass. I cried out in pain, "That's one, sir."
Another smack landed, this time on the other cheek. "That's two, sir."
I know it wasn't very many swats. Anyone watching the video would probably think that I was a baby. I hadn't been spanked in years. I only ever had crossed my uncle once. After he'd tanned my hide, I knew that I didn't want to go through that again. And I can't stress enough that Jason hits really hard!
The third smack made my breath stick in my throat. My face was turning red. "Three, sir," I yelled.
Jason stopped for a moment and stroked my ass. My skin felt alive. My dick was trapped between my body and his leg. What had begun as a tickle had now become an aching pressure. Without warning, a fourth blow landed. I bucked like a bronco. My painful erection rose off Jason's leg and came crashing into his knee. That hurt even worse the slap.
"Four, sir," I gasped. My eyes grew moist with tears.
When the next two blows came in rapid succession, I yelled loud enough that Alonzo could probably hear me next door, along with the muscular blond up the hall who'd told Jason to tap my ass this morning. I hadn't met his roommate yet, but he lived on the other side of us, not too far from the wall behind our bed.
"Five, sir. And six, sir!" I sobbed.
When blow seven landed, it landed in the middle of my ass. Jason's hand struck the plug and sent it plunging into my prostate. My cry this time was pain mixed with pleasure. It hurt, but I felt my dick leaking too much to be just precum. I came a little.
"Seven, sir," I yelled.
Jason knew what was going on. He took a moment to slip his finger into ass and wiggle it around. My breathing became ragged. When the next blow landed, I cried for real. Actual tears poured out of eyes and my nose began to run. I came again, a steady stream. The worst part was that even though cum was pouring out of my cock, I wasn't really reaching an orgasm. It was like I was being drained, but not satisfied.
"Eight, sir," I cried.
The last blow hurt the worst, but it was in many ways anticlimactic. The pressure in my dick was going away. I must've dripped as much I could right now.
It was with a sense of relief that I said, "Nine, sir."
In one screen you could see how red my ass was. In the other you could see tears in my eyes and snot running out of my nose. I resolved never to give Jason any reason hit me with a paddle, a whip, or any other tool.
I felt Jason rub my ass. It felt nice, but it did nothing to alleviate the pain. He bent down and licked the tears from my eye. Then he gave me a hug. I let myself collapse in his embrace. It was awkward because I was still lying across his lap, but it made me feel good.
Jason said, "Roll over, boy," and he used one hand to guide me.
I couldn't look into the camera directly anymore, but my eyes told me what Jason had wanted to record. My cock was bright red, and it glistened with gobs of cum. I could feel more under my butt. I had drenched Jason's legs. It was that damn plug in my ass. Every time Jason had hit me, I'd clenched my ass. I didn't know it was possible to cum from a spanking. I had a lot to learn.
"It looks like you enjoyed your spanking, boy," Jason said.
I knew that Jason would be mad if I failed to respond, so I meekly said, "Yes, sir. I did."
[When Kieran had forgotten to call me sir in the bathroom, I knew I was going to spank him. When he argued with me about his hair, I had a reason that would seem logical enough to my boy. I'd wanted to smack his ass from the moment I'd seen it, even though it was covered in jeans. His skin was so pale that every mark showed up bright and red.
The look on his face when he realized he was cumming from being spanked was precious. I could see it in his eyes. He looked lost and confused, like a naive little boy. I almost came myself. He had a lot to learn, a lot of growing to do. He would learn so much about himself. So, would I. The thought never crossed my conscious mind at the time, but that was when I fell in love with Kieran. And that too was a good thing. A man should love his boy.]
Chapters in the Alchemist Cycle
Here are the chapters of Alchemist Cycle in order they should be read. All can be found in the gay/sf-fantasy and gay/authoritarian sections of the NIFTY archive.
1. My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 1
2. My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 2
3. My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 3
4. My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 4
5. My Roommate the Alchemist chapters 5
6. Wishcraft chapter 1