Credits to hazel for her input on this part :)
My Room Mate (Part Two)
I staggered across my bedroom threshold, a dull roar in my ears echoed by every thump of Kyle's feet hitting the floor behind me. My jaw was aching and sore, and I knew from what activity it was aching...the knowledge made my face burn red hot, a dizzying haze in my eyes. I stopped, heart pounding, near my bed, wondering what in the world to do now.
Unsurprisingly, Kyle didn't give me time for thought. He pushed me unceremoniously onto the bed, a weak cry escaping my lips before his hands grabbed at my thighs, lifting me easily onto the bed, leaving me shaking unsteadily on my hands and knees, head hanging down from exhaustion.
"Hmmph, can't wait to be fucked, eh bitchboy?" he laughed cruelly, pinching my thighs.
"P-Please, Kyle, don't- ahh!", my pitiful whimper cut short by him settling onto the bed behind me on his knees, his hands drawing my upper body up until I was crushed against him between those vicegrip arms. I could feel his now semi-hard cock prodding against my buttcheeks, as his hands slid up my flanks roughly and then pinched at my nipples.
"Please what, queer?" he growled in my ear, his teeth suddenly nipping at my earlobe. I was nearly convulsing in his ears as I felt his hips thrust slowly, then thrust again, then again, then...my mind was taken over by the rhythm of his oh so domineering cock against my oh so virgin ass, crying out hopelessly each pinch on his fingers over my nipples, the probe of a fingertip against my tender nipples. His teeth nippled at my skin, his musky scent filled my nostrils, until I found myself grinding back against his cock, my slender feminine hands grasping desperately at his hard, masculine forearms.
It was just like my wildest fantasies...
Until he brought me back to Earth. Shatteringly. "Hmm, bet Amy would loooove to see you now, huh....?" he chuckled, my body suddenly feeling like it'd taken a steep vertigo. I stared, wide-eyed and open mouthed, into space as he continued, "in fact...want me to call her, and tell her what her brother- sorry, I mean slutty lil' sister , is doing right now?"
"Kyle, don't-.." I started once more, only for his right hand to suddenly collide with my rock hard cock and balls in a slap that maybe didn't reverberate around the bedroom like I imagine, but it surely did in my head, as I bent over, his previously supporting arms now gone, against the bed, hands drawn together around my intensely painful genitals. I cried plaintively as his body slung down over mine, forearms tight against my sides, as stiff a prison as I've ever know, and felt his hot breath against my ear.
''Don't fuckin' tell me what I can't do, bitch...'' he growled threatingly in my ear, continuing as I wept against the bedcover, ''in fact, call me sir, d'ya hear me, cunt?''
I, horrifyingly, couldn't speak for what felt like an eternity, a tightness in my chest and throat leaving me suffocated under this man, this beast that had subjugated me so entirely. I eventually, my face red and fraught with my fear, cried wetly through my tears, ''I'm sorry, sir, I'm s-sorry!''
"That's better, queerboi, that's much better,'' he cooed mockingly in my ear before I felt him rise up onto his knees once more, the tightness of his now hard cock prodding against my cheeks. ''Now...should I call your sister, and tell her what you're doing with me, or...do you want me to fuck your lil' ass until you're my girlieboi bitch forever, hmm?''
How could he do this? How could he ruin my life so terribly, so fucking easily? I wept against the bed, hoping that I'd open my eyes suddenly and this had all been a nightmare...
Or the mother of wet dreams...
''Answer me, Sam, else I'll take matters into my own hands...'' he promised, and that broke me out of my (none too silent) praying, and I cried out at the top of my all too stretched lungs, to my dying shame, ''Please, sir, fuck my ass, please make me your bitch!'', my cry piercing the ebb of pain racking my poor cock, echoing in my mind, over and over.
''Ha-ha, just as I thought, queer, now, that wasn't so hard, was it?'' he mocked me, his hands coming to rest on my raised rump, his cock a hard, unyielding presence against my helpless butt. ''Hmm, bitchboy?''
He wanted an answer. That it came so quick for him only increased the shame I felt at his dominant hands. ''No, sir...,'' I whispered dejectedly.
''Good girl,'' he purred, leaving me imagining the broad grin on his cocky, bastard face. ''Now...get up on your hands.''
I was reluctant to relinquish my none too comforting hold on my pained cock (which was still, shamefully, hard), but there was no point pretending, no point fighting anymore; he had me. I did as he asked, though it was a struggle to stay upright, my body near exhausted to death. I felt his right hand rub at my butt, illiciting a piteous moan from me, the contrast between his suddenly gentle hand and my aching balls a heavenly one. His hand stopped its motion, slowly sliding towards the cleft between my cheeks while I whimpered. Suddenly, two thick fingers were probing at my wrinkled hole.
''Ahh ah, ohhh...!'' I whimpered, falling onto my elbows now, eyes closing to try and fight the dizzying burst of sensation his fingers against my virgin butt created. They probed rhythmically against it, the soft flesh of my cheeks yielding submissively to him, one of his fingertips pushing now at my wrinkled hole until...I felt him inside me. My moans were getting louder I realised, so I bit down on the bedcover, in time to hear him say, as his fingers stopped their motions against my sphincter, ''You ready to become a girl, Sam?''
Even if his fingers had stopped probing, I couldn't stop my muffled moaning at the feeling of my insides stretching themselves to fit his fingers. His chuckle barely reached my ears through the ebbing pain of my sore balls and the alien but fantastic feeling of someone else's fingers inside me, but I heard him loud and clear when he said disdainfully, ''Guess you are, Sammie boy.''
Only when his fingers squeezed out of me, making a peculiar noise against my stretched hole as they did so, did I comprehend what he'd said. I shook in the fear of what was to come...
But didn't resist when his hands clamped down, hard, on my hips. Didn't resist as the mushroom head of his cock pushed slowly between my cheeks. Only moaned quiveringly as the uncut head of it touched against my hole. He let it rest there for what felt like ages, until I wondered what was up. I pushed myself back up onto my hands, which in turn pushed my butt against his cock.
''Knew it,'' Kyle laughed triumphantly, ''you're fuckin' begging to have my big cock up your ass, aren't you?''
I closed my eyes and hung my head, ashamed that he'd played me so obviously, but still whispered, ''Yes, sir...''
''Well, I won't make you wait any longer, what with you hungry for my dick,'' he gloated, and then pushed himself into me while his hands held me like vices. The abruptness of it completely caught me by surprise, and before I knew it, his cock was stretching my already tender insides, and pushing deeper. I screamed at the sudden, sharp pain of it, once more going down onto my elbows, pressing my face onto the bed, whimpering for mercy.
But Kyle wasn't having any of that, groaning as he pushed yet more inches of his considerably sized dick inside me, stopping as abruptly as he'd entered, hands still stopping me from resisting. It hurt too much to know how much of him was inside me, but I hoped fervently while I started to weep that there wasn't more.
''Cut that out, nancy,'' he growled, one of his hands suddenly slapping me, illiciting a yelp from me. I tried to quell my pitiful protests as he continued, ''Flex yourself on my cock, girl. Do it....''
His voice left no room for argument. Even if it had, I wasn't really in any position to do so. So I did as he asked, my lower body one big throb as I squeezed and widened my hole over and over, hearing his groans of pleasure at my expense. The muscles of my face and hands felt sore from how tensed they were, another worry to add to all already warping my mind in this nightmare of mine.
But Kyle had a point to it...suddenly the pain in my butt started to recede, bit by little bit. It still felt like hours until I could make a soft whimper in appreciating of the sensation of his cock fit inside my chute, but pleasure did indeed arrive suddenly. My shaking took on a different quality, and inside of simply flexing on him, I began very small gyrations of my ass, and tried to absorb more of him into me.
''Oh God !'' I cried as the first, fully pleasurable moment came when he pushed once more, reading my new enthusiasm for what it clearly was, his cock pushing at least one more shockingly brilliant inch. I could hear him mocking me, calling me names...and I didn't care. He didn't so much fuck me now (for that's what this was, there was nothing remotely like lovemaking in what he had forced onto me) as I rode him, my moaned words now egging him on. The feeling of the barrel of his cock rubbing my stretched hole was...undescribeable, electric in the sensations it shot through my entire being.
My cock was fit to bursting at this point, so I reached one hand under myself to relieve the incredible pressure of it, only for one of his hands to shoot under me, grabbing the wrist and pulling it out to my side roughly. It was hard to say whether my cry at that moment was for his cock or my poor wrist, but it definately was in pain when he pushed me flat onto my stomach, my genitals crushes under me. His hot breath expelling suddenly at my right ear, he ground through the pleasure I was willingly giving him, ''Not so fast, you greedy lil' cunt. You don't get to cum, only men get to cum, ya hear me?''
''Yes sir !'' I piped immediately, hoping he'd let me rise to my knees against, but he held me there fast, the sounds of his breath receding. He'd stopped thrusting; even in my pain I couldn't help but whimper pleadingly for him to fuck me again.
''Just you wait, bitch...'' he panted in a strange tone. ''Wanna talk to your sister 'bout somethin'.''
All I could hear for a moment was that he was refusing me. Then the latter part of what he said sank in. Devastatingly.
''N-No, Kyle, p-please don't do ittttttttt, ohhhhhh'', my moaned protest becoming a scream of pained pleasure as his cock delved deep into me against, his hard, muscular pelvis resting against my butt cheeks. He continued thrusting now, leaving me without voice in my wanton, grunted appreciation of his cock.
''Amy?'' I heard him groan into the mouthpiece of his phone, which I hadn't even known he'd brought into my room. ''What's wrong? Nothin'. Just fucking some cockhungry bitch, thinkin' about you...''
I couldn't believe what he was doing. I finally tried to muster up some resistance, my hands pushing at the bedcovers, but he planted his free hand flat on my back and held me there, while his hips continued their pounding of my previously virgin ass. Suddenly his motion changed, and he thrust deeper than ever before, holding there, while I cried out, ''Kyle !''
''Hah, hear this slut, aye? Don't worry, Amy...I'm only doing this 'cus I can't get you outta my head...yeah...like I said, don't worry about this bitch, she's nobody, nothin' compared to you...''
That couldn't possibly work. My sister wasn't that into him, and must be horrified on the phone.
''Two days from now? Shit, that'd be great...oh I'll definately be thinking about it, yeah girl...hmm?...oh yeah, I'll make sure your brother is, uh, busy that evening. I have an idea'', he grunted as his thrusts became stronger, more forceful while I lay there crying out at what he was doing to me, ''I'm gonna put this on speaker phone. I want you to hear me fuck this lil' whore, and if you wanna rub that tight pussy and think about me, you go right ahead...''
So say I came, with only anal and mental stimulation, the most earth shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced as I heard him say that to my sister. I didn't have time to hate myself, to curse myself for my disloyalty to my sister, for my helplessness against this far superior male, for he did as he said he would, and proceeded to fuck me, and really fuck me. I tried to make my crys and screams as girlish as possible to make sure there was no chance of my sister somehow figuring it was my ''pussy'' Kyle's cock filled and destroyed at this moment. Kyle's groans grew deeper, and he now included promises to my sister interspersed with his sneering comments at me. What was worse...
He had left the phone down next to my head. I could hear my sister moaning as the man she wanted to sleep with fucked her little brother without mercy over her phone. Not only that...but she was suddenly adding to Kyle's taunts, calling me a whore and a slut, telling me he was thinking of her, not me as he satiated his supposed lust for Amy inside me. Through my cries and Kyle's grunts, I heard her command me to say I was only a fuckin' whore.
''I'm a fuckin' whore !'' I cried without hesitation in the girliest pitch I could muster, my blood swimming with the animal lust inside me. Their taunts became one in my ears, as I agreed with everything they asked me to say, even to addressing Kyle as ''sir'' and actually femininely saying my own sister's name.
Before I could pass out from the incredible cataclysm of emotions and physical feelings whiplashing through me, Kyle's thrusts slowed, and as my sister cried over the phone, ''Cum inside her pussy, Kyle !'', he did just that, the warm stickiness of his cum coating my insides suddenly.
My back ached where Kyle's hands suddenly lifted from. I wept piteously, my body spreadeagled on the bed under Kyle as he withdrew from me. Amy added that I was only a whore before Kyle wiped the cum left on the tip of his cock on my butt cheeks, and even spat on me as he pantingly lifted from the bed, Amy's voice fading from the room.
My mouth still tasting of cum, my entire body aching as sperm oozed out from my brutalized ass, I passed out, my stray thought before falling into blackness that this wasn't even the end of this ordeal.
End Of Part Two