Dorm Domination

Dorm Domination Chapter 2

by Sailboyla@hotmail.com

Disclaimers:

• Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live. * This is a story about men having sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere. * The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use condoms when you have sex. * Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if you do.

• • • • • From Chapter 1:

I heard a knock at the door and hid behind the door. Doug answered. It was Greg, our RA.

"My roommate is a faggot," I heard Doug tell Greg. "I want a transfer to a different room. Just look at him."

Doug pulled me by the arm until I was face-to-face with Greg, a jock star soccer player. Cum dripped off of my face, my jeans were stained with my own cum, and Doug put me close enough that Greg must have smelled ass on my face. Greg smirked a condescending little smirk.

"Do you see this?," Doug asked. "Fucking faggot can't control himself. I need to room with a real man, not this fagboy."

"I think we can find a suitable replacement," Greg said, still smirking.

So that's what led to today, with Mike the jock walking through the door. My first thought was, I wonder if he knows Doug...

• • • • • Chapter 2

Mike set his things down and stepped into the room for the first time. His skin-tight tank top outlined his muscled pecs and abs nicely. The soccer shorts he was wearing bulged in the front and showed off his buff, hairy legs. I wondered if I would ever get to see what was underneath those shorts.

We made our introductions and Mike was genuinely nice. He asked what had happened with Doug ("personality differences," I told him) and he told me that housing had messed up his application, and he'd been living in a hotel until this room became available. We spoke more in those first few minutes than Doug and I ever had; it was a nice change to have a roommate I liked.

It was getting late, and Mike said, "Let's go eat." As I came to learn, the way Mike spoke said volumes about his personality. It was never, "Do you want to come eat now?," or, "Could you pass me the salt, please?" It was "Let's go eat" or "Pass me the salt." Mike always knew what he wanted and he demanded it. At dinner, as I stood up, he said, "Get me some more orange juice," and handed me his glass. Of course I got it for him (with my cock getting half hard in my jeans just from serving this manboy). From the beginning, we both knew who the alpha male was.

When we got back to the room, Mike put his things away while I finished up some homework. I had a mirror on my desk, and a couple of times, I could see Mike bending over to put something away. He briefs stuck up a little over the top of the soccer shorts. His ass was like something sculpted by a master artist. I could have set a glass on it. It was perfect, like everything I had seen so far on Mike. The last time I glanced in my mirror, Mike was changing and I saw his ass through the white material of his briefs. He looked over his shoulder and I blushed. He might have caught me looking.

As the night was winding down, Mike finished making his bed and flopped down on it, wearing only those sexy soccer shorts.

"Alex, come here," he said, patting the bed next to him for me to sit. "There's a problem that we need to work out."

I instantly became nervous. This seemed a little bit like what had happened with Doug. But Mike didn't look angry. What was going on? Was this a trap? Why did he want me to sit next to him?

With my heart pounding, I cautiously went to sit next to him. "I won't bite," Mike said, smiling that 15 megawatt smile of his. That removed all doubt. I would have walked through a desert with no water just to see that smile.

I sat down next to him, feeling the warmth from his body. This was the closest I had gotten to him. He put his arm around me and I felt the strength of his grip.

"My problem, Alex," Mike said, "Is that I left my bitch back home when I started college. And I have sexual needs. Many sexual needs." My face was turning red. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"This is the problem," he said, and grabbed his crotch in one hand. A big slab of meat was outlined in those soccer shorts of his. "And this is the solution." He caught me completely off guard. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down so that my face was in his crotch, his hard dick pressing against my cheek.

I think back on that moment now as the moment when everything could have changed. I could have said, "Fuck you. I'm NOT a faggot. What the hell are you doing?" He might have even expected that. Instead, I hesitated. And like all those who hesitate, I was lost.

After a few seconds of smelling crotch and feeling the heat from his cock and feeling the wet stickiness forming on my cheek, I started to say in a muffled, pathetic voice, "Mike, I'm not. . ." and Mike started to laugh.

"You can try to protest, Alex, you can try. But right now, in this moment, we both know what you are and what you need." His strong hands were rubbing my face against his package.

"I don't know what you're talking. . ." I tried to say through mouthfuls of his soccer shorts.

"Yes you do," Mike said. "And whether you admit it to me now or later when my cock is in your ass or after you've eaten my cum or after I've loaned you out to some of my friends for them to use your mouth and ass, you WILL admit it. You need men. You need to suck cock and eat cum and eat assholes and get fucked. You are what I call an Omega male - the lowest man in the pack. You need Alpha males like me to put you in your place and to show you the ultimate fulfillment of what you know yourself to be. You need a man like me in your life to help you become what you want to be: the server of men, the pleaser of men."

My drool now covered the entire crotch of his shorts. I could have said something - should have said anything to protect my pride - but I remained speechless, controlled by this man.

"You may admit this in the form of a grunt when you suck my cock or a plea for me to fuck you harder. We will both know exactly what it means, because I had you pegged as a cocksucker from the second I walked through that door."

"All this talk has made me horny," Mike said. "Take my shorts off, not my underwear, and don't you dare suck my cock yet."

I could have denied anything up to this point: Mike had coerced me, I didn't know what he meant, we were just fooling around. But this - voluntarily taking his shorts off - would mean that he was right about everything, would be part of the admission he was looking for. My hesitation was as short as a heartbeat, and then his short were off.

"Good cocksucker," he said, and I could tell he was smirking. "Now smell right here." He pointed to where his leg met his crotch. "I want you to remember that smell; it's one that you're going to know quite well very soon. It's the smell of the man who lords over you, the man who controls you, and the man who knows what you want more than you do sometimes. Do you understand?" I inhaled deeply, and was rewarded with a heady smell, like all the best parts of a men's locker room, and like a room smells after sex. It was distinct to Mike, and I knew I would always associate this smell with the man who now controlled me.

"Good, cocksucker," Mike almost purred. "Now strip and get on your knees. You should get very familiar with this position, too."

I did as he ordered, and he stood over me. Standing in only his shorts, Mike looked more spectacular than even I had thought: beautiful boy face on top of a man's body, broad shoulders, meaty pecs, defined lats which came down in a V which pointed all of my attention to his crotch and the bulging package there.

"Now we're going to take this slowly," he said. "Pull my underwear down so that my public hair is showing. No more." I did as he told. He had a trail of hair running from his navel to his underwear which fanned out as I pulled his underwear down. Pubic hair had never struck me as particularly sexy, but on Mike it was. I stopped as I exposed a small portion of the base of his dick.

"Kiss it, right above my cock. You will learn to worship every part of my body. You will love my body, every inch." I kissed his pubic patch, his curly hairs tickling my lips and nose. His scent was strong here.

"Uncover my cock," he said. "Do not touch it with your hands yet." I pulled down his briefs slowly. From the base, I watched his cock grow... and grow. . . and grow. It was and is to this day the perfect cock. Veins crisscrossed his cock which was big and thick. Numbers about its length and girth do not do justice to the power and weight and sheer masculinity of Mike's cock. It was the true embodiment of manhood. My hunger to touch and taste it became foremost in my mind.

Above me, Mike started to chuckle. "You are not the first boy to have that look on your face when you've seen my cock. Swallow, bitch. You're about to drool."

"Kiss the head," Mike said. I reached up to touch it. "DO NOT touch it." He barked. "Only your lips. Kiss my cock."

I did as he told, my hands coming to rest on his furry thighs. I kissed just the tip, and his cock jumped. My own cock jumped; he liked this. As my lips pulled back, and string of precum from his cock followed, stretching between us, connecting me to Mike.

"Look at me," Mike ordered. "Do you like precum?" I nodded my head. "Answer me in your own words."

I licked my lips as I opened my mouth to speak. His precum flooded my tastebuds. I was tasting Mike, the essence of Mike. "I like cum and precum from most guys," I said. "But from you, it is a gift from a god."

Mike's smile was more reward than I could have expected. His grin became his face, and I felt his cock throb, leaving a spot of precum on my chin.

"You and I are going to get along very well," he said. "Now, my balls."

I pulled his underwear past his balls, which looked small compared with his dick, but would have been huge on most guys. They had a light sprinkling of hair on them, and one hung lower than the other.

He lifted his hard cock out of my face. "Suck them. Both at the same time. I want to see you struggle to get them in your mouth."

I licked his balls, knowing that his cum - and my reward - was inside. I covered my teeth with my lips and gently put his first nut in my mouth, filling it almost completely. As I tried to get his second nut in my mouth, my teeth scraped against his ballsac. He winced and raised his hand as if to hit me, anger flaring in his eyes.

"Treat them better, or you will pay, bitch," he said, his voice laced with anger and warning. Finally, I was able to get his second ball in my mouth, my cheeks puffing out obscenely. I had to breathe through my nose. Mike groaned, his eyes closed, and his hand dropped to his side, his pleasure obvious. He dropped his hard cock and it slapped me in the forehead, leaving a trail of precum in my hair. I stared at his gorgeous face past his cock.

"This is the way the world should be," he said. "My balls in a cocksucker's mouth and both of us with a hard on."

"Now I will tell you about the contract we are forming, you and I. This cock," he said, lifting his dick up and letting it smack down on my face, "Is now your responsibility. Any time I want to cum, you will be there to make it happen. Any time I feel like sticking my cock in a hot mouth or ass, it will be yours that it will fill, unless I chose another convenient hole, or unless you don't deserve my cock at that time. You will know my schedule and my cock's schedule, and you will be getting a pager. Any time you receive a 69 message, you will respond to where I am and you will service me how I want. I know cockhounds like you need to get off sometimes to keep the interest up, and I will let you beat your pathetic meat sometimes. But your wants and your cock will never get in the way of me getting what I want. If you violate these conditions, you may never get to touch me or this cock again. That should be a worse punishment than anything else I can think of. Are we clear?" I nodded my head up and down carefully, making sure not to yank on his balls too much.

"Good, cocksucker. To think that I was lucky enough to get a cocksucking roommie like you. . ." He pulled my mouth off of his balls. "Enough foreplay." He jammed my still-open mouth down on his cock, all the way down so that my nose hit his pubes and I had to concentrate to not gag on the huge cock now filling my mouth and throat. I could feel Mike groan as he held my head tight against his body.

"Doug was crazy," Mike said. "He doesn't appreciate the value of a good cocksucker, and I can tell you're one already." I tried to pull off his cock to say something about Doug. Mike and Doug had talked about me. I wanted to kill Doug at that moment. But that also meant that Mike had chosen me, had chosen to be my roommate, and had chosen me to be his cocksucker. I tried to pull off of Mike's cock, but his strong arms held me fast.

"Not so fast, bitch," he snarled. "Yes, Doug and I are both on the wrestling team. He told me about requesting a transfer because his cocksucker roommate had made a pass on him. What Doug doesn't understand it that, while you're a whore, you're a valuable whore. Guys like me need guys like you to get our rocks off. Doug was too quick to judge. I might let him use you again. We'll see."

Mike was now bobbing my head up and down his cock, from head to base. I gagged once, but Mike pressed on. He was using my mouth to masturbate.

"What Doug also didn't understand is that for some of you faggots, the ass is the real prize. Lots of guys will suck a cock, but Doug told me you eat ass real nice. My ass needs eating almost as often as my cock needs sucking, so you're in luck, bitch. But Doug gave you his ass too easy. You're going to have to earn a chance to taste my ass, faggot."

"You're already almost as good as the cocksucker I had at home," Mike said, and my ears perked up. "It took me four years to train him to suck cock this good. You must have had a lot of practice servicing real men's cocks." I wondered who this guy was who Mike had trained. That must have been how he knew what I needed so well - he had found another guy to service him in his home town. Where was that guy now, I wondered.

I had little time to wonder, as Mike's cock was demanding all of my attention. I ran my hands slowly up his legs until I was grabbing his perfect ass cheeks in my hand. They were covered with a little bit of hair, not too much, with more in the crack of his ass. He had been right about that - I did want to taste his ass more than anything else on his body, with the possible exception of his cum.

Mike's cock began expanding in my mouth, and his breathing became faster.

"I'm about to cum, fagboy," he said, "But you are not going to eat it just yet. When I tell you to, you pull your cocksucking mouth off of my cock, and you are going to catch all of my cum in your hands. I've got a special treat for you. Any that you miss, you will lick up off the floor. Are we clear?" I nodded my mouth yes around a throatful of cock.

His cock got impossibly large in my mouth, and I feared for a moment that I wouldn't be able to take it out of my mouth when the time came.

"Here it comes, bitch, catch it all!" he moaned. I pulled off quickly and brought my hands to the head of his dick, forming a trap for his manseed. His first blast squirted hard enough to get through my fingers, and ran down the back of my hand. Mike bucked wildly, and I had to keep my hands moving to make sure I got it all. He was beautiful as he came, the embodiment of masculinity, the muscles all up and down his torso thrashing as he brought himself off, his head thrown back, and the grunts from his gut as he shot his hot load.

All too quickly, he was done. His hand slowed down and then stopped jacking his beautiful cock. He walked away towards the bed, my hands cupped together with his hot semen. He knelt on the edge of the bed, his ass towards me, and I got my first look of his ass in the flesh, unobstructed by any clothing. Perfectly symmetrical, the crack darkened by a light smattering of hair, his ass was porn star quality, and I wanted to bury my face in the crevice for about four days.

He got on all fours and looked at me through his legs. His ass, balls, and dangling cock were all visible, a picture burned forever into my memory.

"Come here, bitch," he said, his voice deeper and more relaxed after cumming. "Come here and bring that cum with you." I waddled over, still on my knees, wondering what the hell he had in store for me next.

"Smear my cum on my ass, you slut. I'm gonna give you a treat you'll never forget." I opened my hands and poured his huge load into that dark crack of his. I wiped the remainder from my hands on the crack itself, amazed at the heat from his hole.

"Eat, faggot," he said. "I know you want it. Eat my cum from my asshole. Eat a real man's cum from his hole. And you are going to cum on my hole and eat that, too."

My cock throbbed and I brought my face to his cum filled crack. The smell and the taste of his ass and his cum mingled. He smelled of mansex and cum and everything that makes a man a man. After one lick of his hole covered with cum, I was cumming. I stood up, his cum and ass juices still on my face and in my mouth and up my nose. I brought my cock close enough to his hole, and after three quick strokes, my own cum shot out and joined his in his crack.

"Yeah!" Mike shouted. "Cum while eating my cum, you cocksucking whore. Cum all over this ass which you are going to worship every morning and every night. Cum because I told you to cum and you do what I tell you, bitch."

I had never cum so hard in my life. Some of my cum flew over his ass and onto Mike's back. Most landed in his crack or on his exposed asshole. Some flew on his balls.

As I was heading back down from my orgasmic high, Mike said, "You're not done yet, bitch. It's time to clean me up." My cock, which had been deflating, got instantly hard again. I looked down to his cum soaked ass and dove in.

I cleaned up his ass and back and balls, savoring our mingled juices. Mike got tired of being on all fours and lay down on his bed, me worshipping that perfect ass and eating our cum. I was hard again and wanted to cum but I would wait for Mike to give me the word.

When I was done, I kissed each of his ass cheeks one last time, and started to walk to my bed. Mike sat up and patted the spot beside him on his bed. "Come here," he commanded, and there was no hesitation for me this time.

I sat next to him, and he looked at me. "You did well tonight," he said, and then he did something which surprised me more than anything he had done tonight. He kissed me. He pulled my neck to meet him, and he pushed his lips hard against mine. His tongue snaked out and found mine, and was gone before I knew what had happened. This man - this GOD - had kissed me.

"Goodnight," he said as he fell back in bed, and turned out the only light in our room. Stunned from the kiss I had just gotten (What did it mean? I didn't think he would do anything to please me. What the HELL?!), I stumbled to my bed. As I lay down, I could still smell his scent - crotch, cock, ass, cum - on my face. With my belly full of Mike's cum, I fell asleep and dreamed of sex.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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