Dorm Domination

Dorm Domination Chapter 4 Mike's Surprise for Alex

by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

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• 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 3:

"Kiss me goodnight," he said, and I knew he wasn't talking about his mouth. I wedged my head between his muscular, furry thighs and my mouth found his beautiful ass. I kissed his hole once, just the outside, and inhaled his scent deeply.

"Nice bitch," he murmured sleepily. He was already falling asleep.

He closed his legs and I took his cock in my mouth. It tasted of cum and . . . ass? Not mine. Someone else's? It turned me on that Mike's cock might have been in another guy's ass. I wanted him to fuck me, to be inside me, but tonight would not be the night.

I fell asleep with Mike's soft cock in my mouth, breathing through my nose. I had never been happier.

• • • • • Chapter 4 - Mike's Surprise for Alex

I awoke to the smell of ass. Mike and I had shifted in the night, and my nose had found a comfortable place to rest in the cleft of his ass. An alarm clock was going off somewhere. I didn't care. I didn't want to move again. Ever.

Mike shifted in his sleep, moving his leg and giving me better access to his hole. I stuck my tongue out and very gently began lapping at it. With Mike asleep, I took the time to run my hands over his back, his strong lats, his broad, muscular shoulders, and his slightly furry legs, to worship with touch what I had so far only worshipped by sight. My hands were hot from his skin by the time I reached his hips and pulled his ass closer to my face.

Mike groaned as he started to wake. He rolled over, trapping my body under his, my legs by his head and his legs by my head, still stuffed in his ass. I was crushed by the weight of him. He stretched and I could feel every muscle in his body tense, then relax slowly. His silky ballsac fell over my nose and I decided to lick on those for a while.

I felt his body tense just before he farted. The smell hit me instantly, inches away from his ass, and Mike started laughing heartily.

"Morning, sunshine," he said, still chuckling. "Better than a morning cup of coffee to wake you up, huh?"

"Very funny," I said through a mouthful of balls. A fart in the face was a small price to pay for getting to suck his balls and eat his cum. Maybe I even liked it a little.

I reached my hands around Mike and gave his body a squeeze. His body pressed against mine and I had to take short, quick breaths to get air. I liked feeling close to him.

"Time to get clean," he said. "And you're going to do it." Shower with Mike? I'd love to, but we had community showers, and I didn't think Mike or I wanted that reputation.

"Give me a tongue bath, whore," he said. "I had a rough night last night, and you're going to run your tongue all over my jock stud body."

If Mike thought this was torture for me, he was dead wrong. I started with his balls, then moved down one leg. When I sucked his toes, he started to snicker. He was ticklish on his toes. I held onto his calf firmly; it was nice to be in control for once.

I moved back up to his crotch and kissed his cock, then moved down his other leg. He was ticklish on the back of his knees, of all places, and I spent some extra time there to torture him a bit. He giggled, then smacked my head and said, "Enough!" I couldn't help but smile while working on the rest of that leg.

At his crotch, I bathed his pubes and balls again and licked underneath his nutsack and got a faint taste of his ass. I kissed my way up along his "Apollo's belt" - that sexy as hell line that separates the leg from the torso on guys like Mike who work out. I licked and nipped my way up to his sides, which were also ticklish. I ravished his navel, sticking my tongue into it and kissing it and sucking on it until Mike started laughing again. His navel was nestled in his flat stomach, and I was able to kneed his meaty pecs while I made love to his flat, sexy belly. I dragged my now-tired tongue up his stomach to his nipples and teased and chewed them for each, making Mike wince and squirm. As I was working on his nipples, I could smell his arm pits, beckoning me.

Like the rest of Mike, his arm pits were perfect. Just above his nipples, his side dimpled in, and then the smattering of hair which radiated from the joining of his strong arm and his big chest. Lifting his arm up, he showed his triceps and biceps joining his pecs at his fragrant pit. Besides the ass, a man's armpit was my favorite place to park my nose. Mike didn't use deodorant and he had done some exercising last night. I licked the sweat and grime from his pit. He still smelled like a real man when I was finished.

He flipped over, and I worked my way down from his shoulders, down his wide lats, and down the cleft his spine made down his muscular back. I gave him a massage with my hands and my tongue followed. His ass tasted even better after tasting the rest of him.

I worked my way back up to finish the job. I cleaned and kissed his neck and ears. He started moaning as I chewed on his ears. I finished up with his face, licking his cheeks, his nose, and his closed eyes.

There was an awkward moment as his lips became the only flesh I hadn't cleaned. Did he want me to kiss him? I hesitated a moment, then thought, Why the hell not? I leaned forward to kiss him when his hand grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back.

"BITCH," he said. "Let me get this straight right now. I let you please me. I sometimes let you get your rocks off. That's only because I treat my property well. You and I - we're not boyfriends. No falling in love or other faggoty stuff like that. Understand?"

I nodded my head, yes. Then he pulled my face to his and kissed me, hard. His touch had never been more electric.

Before I knew it, the kiss was over, and Mike was standing next to the bed, getting his clothes on. This kissing thing was really throwing me off.

"Shit," he said. "I'm gonna be late."

"Your schedule says you don't have class until 11," I told him. It was a little before 8.

"I've got some other business to take care of," he said. "You'll understand soon. Keep your pager on all day, and be ready today. No cumming. Big day for both of us." He was smirking as he bolted out the door.

My cock was hard from the tongue bath, and I wondered what was happening today. Every moment, my mind came up with more twisted and wonderful things Mike would do to me today. I wore my pager with a sense of urgency and importance.

My biology teacher was lecturing on pheromones, scents that a male creature gives out to attract mates. Certain smells were genetically programmed to arouse the mate. I wondered if Mike's ass had pheromones.

Half way through the lecture, the pager went off. It was sent to vibrate, and I had put it in my front pants pocket. The vibrations - and the anticipation of the page - made my dick instantly hard. The page was "69696969." I packed up my books and left, my backpack hiding my hard on like I was in junior high again.

Three o'clock - that was in the middle of Mike's wrestling practice in the school's oldest gym. My heart beat faster as I thought about the implications. Mike wanted me to come to the gym, probably to service his dick. It was one thing in the privacy of our room, but the gym was a different story.

I walked through the big gym doors and felt dwarfed by the huge gym. The bleachers were empty, and the floor was half covered with wrestling mats, the other half left open for guys playing basketball. As I walked in, the sounds of grunting and running and physical exertion - male sounds - overwhelmed me.

I tried not to stare at the wrestlers in their singlets, but I had to look for Mike. I passed by several very hot pairs of guys wrestling. Towards the end, there were two guys on the mat: one guy on all fours, his head down, the other guy on his knees behind the first guy, his hand wrapped around his waist, a classic wrestler's pose. The guy on all fours looked like Mike, and I stared, hoping he would look up. It was only when the second guy, the guy holding the first guy's waist, said, "Back again, bitch?," that I realized it was Doug.

"Doug!," I said, surprised. "I didn't know you'd be here."

"Coming to take another look at my ass, faggot?" he said. His partner on the mat looked up now and it wasn't Mike. I blushed bright red.

"I don't know what you're. . ." I started.

"Don't try to deny it, fag boy," Doug said. "It's written all over your face that you crave cock."

"Is Mike around?," I asked, trying to change the subject so that I wouldn't be embarrassed any more.

"He's in the locker room, straight back," Doug said. "Pulled his ham string or some shit. You here to make him feel better, bitch?"

"I don't know," I said. "He just paged me." Doug laughed as I walked away, a laugh that seemed to imply that he knew what the page meant.

The smell of the locker room was like 100 asses, all like Mike's, put into a warm room without circulation for about a week. I had smelled locker rooms before, but this one was especially rank. I was sweating as soon as I walked in. My cock throbbed in my jeans.

Judging by the sound, the locker room seemed empty. I walked down each row of lockers and didn't see anyone. A used jockstrap lay on one bench, a drying towel from another.

At the end of the last aisle was a room, dark except for the light from the locker room itself. "Hello?," I said. "Anyone in there." No response. I took a step closer. This was the only place Mike could still be if he was in the locker room. "Hello?"

I could see into the room a little bit now. There was a bin which had been knocked on its side, spilling the contents - laundry, it looked like - into a pile on the floor. It wasn't regular laundry, though - only underwear and jockstraps. There were even some where the cup was still in the jock. This was the epicenter of the man-crotch smell coming from the locker room.

I reached my hand in to try to find a light switch in the room. And that's when the world turned upside down.

A very strong hand grabbed my wrist and put me in a hold, my hand behind my back. I couldn't see who was grabbing me. I was shoved roughly and tripped at the same time. My face and body landed in the pile of jocks and briefs.

"Welcome to the locker room, cunt," said the familiar voice of Mike. My cock raged in my pants. "You're gonna be spending a lot of time here."

I tried to push up in this pile of men's ball huggers. One hand came away wet and warm and sticky. When I looked, it was cum - fresh from the look of it. I looked down to see that my face had landed in a pair of shorts with a skid mark in them. I could smell man everywhere.

I felt a smack on my ass and yelped. "Don't bother trying to get up, bitch," Mike said. "We're gonna have some fun in here." He closed the door and turned on a dim light.

"Your responsibility is increasing," Mike said. "I've been testing you, making sure you will abide by my orders. I wanted to see if you really took your responsibility for my dick seriously. And you have done well." He started to spank my ass as his talked, punctuating his words with a swat. With his other hand, he began to run his fingers up and down my asscrack, causing me to shiver with pleasure.

"I needed to test you," he continued, "Because I have found that once I make my domination complete - once I feed a cock hungry bitch my cock up his ass - the bitch never stops craving cock up his ass again. I needed to know if you were ready for that step." I pushed my ass up to meet his fingers. I wanted this man inside me more than anything I could ever remember wanting, more than the bike I wanted for Christmas when I was 9, more than wanting to get my driver's license the day I turned 16, more even than I had wanted to eat Mike's cum and his ass the first time. Mike had gotten inside my head, and I needed to please him now. I needed Mike to fuck me to satisfy that need right now. Right now.

"Have you ever been fucked?," Mike asked.

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Are you ready?," Mike asked.

"God, yes, I'm ready," I replied. SMACK!

"If you're really ready, you will ask for it," Mike said.

"Please, Mike," I said. "I need your cock in my ass, right now. I want to please you and take care of your cock and make you cum and make you happy. Please, Mike. Please fuck me."

"Well since you asked so nicely. . ." Mike said, smacking my ass again. He pulled my hips up, exposing my hole. He spit onto my ass and started to spread it around with his fingers.

"Do you know why I brought you here to take your cherry?," Mike asked. I answered no through my groans of pleasure as his fingers began a gentle pressure on my hole.

"I brought you here because this is a sacred place, where men are trained to become men," he said. "Pussyboys like you maybe didn't spend enough time in the locker room, or maybe you were the geeky kid in the corner watching guys like me change and jerking off thinking about it later. But it was here that we are all men. It is here that we prepare for sports and everything else that makes us men. The locker room is where men like me and fags like you learn our roles and what we're good at. And it is here that I will show you what a real man does to a fag whore like you."

His finger penetrated my ass just as he said "whore," and I gasped in surprise and pleasure. His finger felt huge in my virgin ass, and I felt myself pushing back on his hand, trying to get more of his finger inside of me.

"Your ass is tight, and it's hungry for me, bitch," Mike said. He spit, right on my ass, lubing his finger. "Your ass is admitting what I've known all along. You are unhappy, unfulfilled if my cock isn't inside of you. Isn't that right, cumwhore?"

"Yes, it's true, Mike," I said between groans. His finger was finding a spot inside my ass which was causing me to leak pre-cum like I was cumming. "If you're cock isn't inside of me, I'm thinking about the next time it might get there. I love your cock. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, Mike." I groaned again as a second finger joined the first.

"You'll need to be quieter, bitch," Mike said. "I don't want my teammates finding out about my cockwhore just yet." He reached deep into the pile and pulled out a pair of briefs. They had once been white, but now were covered in cum and piss stains and skid marks.

"Open," Mike said, holding the dirty underwear to my face. I opened my mouth. With two fingers up my ass, Mike stuffed the cum stained jock wear into my mouth, gagging me. I groaned even louder, but the sound was muffled by the briefs.

Mike pulled his fingers out of my ass, and for a brief moment, I was empty. He got his face close to my hole and spit hard onto it. I felt his spit strike the center, causing my hole to clench.

"It feels better for me if you're lubed up," Mike said, "But I do NOT lick ass like you, whore." This time, he put his thumb up my ass. I moaned again, the taste of the dirty briefs becoming stronger as my spit got them wet. They tasted like ass and cum and sweat combined.

He pulled his thumb out until just the tip was inside my ass. His fingers had been long and probing, and now his thumb was thick, filling my ass and stretching it wide like a mini-cock. "Push back on my thumb," Mike commanded. "Show me how hungry your hole is to have me inside of it."

I immediately pushed back, and his thumb filled me, stretched me. I rocked forward, and then back again, feeling his thick digit rub against my prostate. He cupped his hand around so that my balls came to rest in it as I pushed back.

"That's it, bitch. Get yourself nice and ready, because the next thing in your ass won't be as small as this thumb." I moaned around the dirty underwear stuck in my mouth, imagining how his cock would feel inside me, 100 times bigger than his thumb.

"Stop," he commanded. He slowly pulled his thumb out of my dilated ass, and then moved behind me. He spit again and rubbed it around the edge of my hole.

"I'm about to change you forever," Mike said, and the head of his cock was inside of me. I gasped and squirmed, trying momentarily to get away, but Mike had anticipated that. One hand held the hair and my head which pulled painfully as I tried to get away. The other hand held my hip, preventing any involuntary movement of my ass away from his cock.

I had Mike's cock inside of my ass. I was letting Mike do the most violating thing one man could do to another: put his cock in another man's ass. No real man would let another man do this to him. And here I was, not only letting him do this to me, but asking for it, begging for it. I understood completely who I was in that moment, and I loved Mike for showing me.

"From what the fagboys tell me, it gets better," Mike said. "Let your ass relax if you can. Don't fight it; we both know you want it now. Relax, and your ass will relax and accept my cock. And in a minute, you're gonna beg me to never take it out." My ass was relaxing, and the initial strain in my ass was being replaced by a warmth and a fullness: his flesh inside of me.

"I like to take cumwhore's asses like this the first time, on their knees, their proud asses raised high in the air. It reminds them of what they are: bitches, dogs, cockhounds." He spit again, and it landed on the exact spot where his cock met my ass. He pushed further in, slowly and steadily, spreading the feeling of fullness inside of me. I could feel as his hard prick passed over my prostate, and I groaned again and almost came. I held back, knowing I should wait for Mike's permission.

"Three more inches," he said. My ass was still straining, trying to get over the widest part of his cock. The pain of my opening ass was balanced by the pleasure of his cock against my prostate.

"Your turn to work, faggot," Mike said. "I've put this much in. Show me that you want all of my cock inside you." I didn't know if I could take any more, but my desire to please this man overcame my apprehension. I pushed my ass back, impaling myself on his hard dick. I stopped only when I felt my ass hit his pubic hair, his balls hitting mine. Mike groaned as he bottomed out in my hole. My ass was full. I was full of Mike.

"It's a shame that no one has used this hole before," Mike said. "It's so hot and tight that every real man should have a crack at it." My cock, which had been going in and out of hardness, came to throbbing with Mike inside me, telling me how good my ass was.

Mike pulled on my hair, causing me to raise from all fours to me kneeling in the pile of dirty underwear. I felt his breath on my ear, and he spoke.

"You are taken now, my bitch. I have claimed your ass as my own. I am the first, and you will always remember this moment of me taking your manhood for my own. Nod your head if you need me to fuck you now." There was no hesitation as I nodded, yes, to this man.

He pulled his cock slowly out, enjoying the friction of his cock against my hole. My insides seemed to rush to fill the void left by his monster cock, and then were suddenly pushed back again by it. As he fucked me with long, slow strokes, he continued to pull back on my hair, arching my neck back. His mouth clamped down and he began eating my neck. By morning it would be covered in hickeys which I was proud to display.

As he fucked, he murmured, more to himself than to me, things like, "Ass is so fucking tight," and "Perfect fit for my cock." He was almost in a trance as he fucked me and ate at my neck, using his other hand to forcefully pull my hip back to meet his cock. The pain in my ass had disappeared, and only the pleasure of his cock pounding my prostate remained. The jock in my mouth was getting more ripe by the minute.

He pushed me back down on all fours. "I shouldn't be the one doing the work here, fagboy," he said. "Fuck yourself on my cock." The head of his cock was still in my ass, and I got to work. Where he had been fucking slow and steady, I wanted it faster and began to rock back and forth, fucking myself on his flesh. Mike let out a long satisfied groan.

"I like this, whore, you working hard for my cum. I can't believe you've degraded yourself to pushing your own ass back on a man's cock. You're the lowest of the low, just like I said. Fucking Omega male if ever I saw one." He slapped my ass, reminding me of my place with his hands as he did with his words.

"Stop," he commanded. I did, but not fast enough. His cock almost slipped out. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back down, his cock lodged completely inside me.

"Flip onto your back," he said. "And don't let my cock come out of your ass."

I tried several different ways, all of which tangled my legs in his and didn't accomplish the goal. Mike finally lifted one leg for me and spun me around on his dick, my legs in the air, saying, "Never send a faggot to do a man's job."

"I want to see your eyes when I cum inside you, when I leave my seed in your most intimate hole." He began pumping into me again, more quickly than before. Somehow, his cock felt even bigger in my ass.

"I'm going to take your gag out now," he said. "But make one fucking noise, and I pull my cock out and it never goes back in you. Understand?" I nodded, yes. He pulled the crusty and now wet briefs from my mouth. A strong, wonderful aftertaste remained.

"Tell me why you like it when I fuck you," Mike said. "I want to hear you explain."

"I like pleasing you, and I can tell that fucking my tight ass pleases you. I've been trying to clamp down on your cock to make it feel better for you, Mike. You were right about me, all along: I need your cock. You have made me your faggot pussyboy and I will never be the same without your cock."

His fucking tempo had increased, and he was going quickly now. "You say all the right things to get me off, fucker," he said with a smirk. "That's part of the reason I keep you around."

I saw the kiss coming this time, but I still wasn't mentally prepared. He kept his eyes open and his mouth covered mine, almost eating my lips. His tongue pried apart my lips and teeth and he shoved it inside my mouth, almost down my throat. I realized what he was doing: fucking my throat while he fucked my ass. Complete domination. Our eyes locked and I moaned into his mouth. I was going to cum soon if he didn't stop fucking me at both ends like this. He breathed in and he stole air from my lungs. I moaned again, louder this time, with his tongue and mouth replacing my old gag. He had to know I was close. Could I cum? Was that allowed? He pumped his cock into my ass, faster and faster. He must be close, too.

When his hand gripped my cock, I came. He didn't pump my cock, just grasped it firmly, and that was more than enough. It was unlike any orgasm I had ever had. My body bucked and my ass clenched and cum spurted from my cock and my eyes never left Mike's, his penetrating stare lighting the fuse for the fireworks going off inside my body. I was screaming into his mouth, around his tongue, screaming for finally knowing where I belonged and how I needed to be used by this man. At the height of my orgasm, I felt something else which re-doubled this nirvana: Mike was cumming in me.

His thrusts into my ass became more rapid, and I could feel the hot ropes of cum striking the inside of my ass. His already strong thrusts became powerful enough to push me further back into the pile of underwear we were rutting on. His hand around my cock clenched tighter, sending me into an even higher high, and his other hand pulled on the back of my neck, getting my face closer to his, mashing our lips together. He moaned in my mouth, almost screaming and grunting like a bear. My own orgasm seemed meager next to Mike's. His eyes never closed, but they glazed over with a look of pure pleasure that was more than enough payment for all the humiliation and pain I had suffered at his hands.

He pulled his lips off of mine. The silence was broken only by our pounding pulses. The world seemed to have stopped.

"That, my bitch, is how to fuck." He smiled and lay on top of me, pressing our two sweaty bodies close together.

"It's a lot better when the cockslut gets off just before I do," he said. "That clenching ass makes my orgasm that much better." His only reason for making me cum was to give him a better orgasm. I glowed, knowing that my body had pleased him.

After we both caught our breath, he pushed up off of me, leaving his cock inside my ass. "Ready?," he asked, and a moment later, he pulled his cock out of my ass. I missed him already.

He had a hand underneath where he had penetrated me and he caught a few drops of cum as they fell from his cock. He cupped his hand and put it up to my hole.

"Give it back," he said. I whimpered slightly - I didn't want to give it back! - and he slapped my ass. "Now," he said.

I opened my ass and his cum slipped out of it into his hand. I had to do this a couple of times until I knew I was empty. With his fingertips, he wiped the last bit of cum off my ass, sending a shiver through my whole body as he touched my hole.

He brought his hand up to my face, and I thought, There's no way he's going to do this.

"You've earned it," he said. "Open up."

I opened my mouth to accept the nastiest gift I had ever received: his cum, taken out of my ass after he had fucked me. The first drop hit my tongue and I almost came again. It tasted like Mike's cum, only stronger, with a darker flavor to it. I knew the extra taste to be my ass and the juices from it.

"Nice pussyboy likes his milk," Mike said condescendingly. By now I had half of his hand in my mouth, sucking away at his cummy fingers. He pulled his fingers out suddenly.

"I almost forgot," he said. "My little bitch has a favorite bowl." He turned over and lay on his stomach. He reached around with his still cum filled hand and wiped the cum onto his own ass. This guy was truly warped. I was so glad he was my roommate.

"Lap it up, bitch," he said. I got on my knees and parted his ass cheeks, savoring the smell and the sight of the pearly liquid coating the hairy crack of his ass. The flavor of his cum, my ass, and his ass sent me over the edge. I began cumming again, amazingly less than five minutes after cumming, and without even touching my cock.

"Shoot in my crack, dipshit!," Mike said. I brought my cock up to his ass and continued shooting my second load onto it, his cum still stuck to my face. After I was finished, I continued eating, content as a cat with a saucer of milk. Mike was right. He had changed me forever.

After Mike had me eat all of our cum, we got dressed. "I'm glad I faked that ham string pull to get out of practice early," he said. I thanked him for setting up this afternoon. "There's more of those to come, my friend," he said. We left the room and turned the corner, going into an office with the coach - a huge stud in his own right - sitting behind the desk.

"Here's the guy I was telling you about, Coach," Mike said. "He's really eager to be our new equipment manager. I've just been showing him the ins and outs of the equipment room."

I blushed and smiled and shook the coach's hand and before I knew what was happening, I was appointed to be the keeper and cleaner of all equipment worn by the entire wrestling team.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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