The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hey Jase, your dishes are piling up in the sink again, man. I’m not doin’ ’em this time!”

“Can you do me a solid, dude? I’ve got practice.” Jason Thorne slung his tennis gear over his shoulder and rushed out the door, letting it slam behind him.

A visibly irritated Mike Hartree yelled a quick “Goddammit!” at his roommate’s back, just before the door closed. If he heard “do me a solid” one more time he was going to lose his shit! He and Jason had been been roommates for half a year now, both of them in their third year at UVA and it was clearly not working, at least for Mike. Still, he had a great room in an upscale ranch-style house, the rent was really low, less than he would ever find elsewhere in Charlottesville for anything close to this nice, and he just couldn’t afford more. But Jason! Jason was a self-absorbed, entitled, narcissistic jerk from a rich family who never lacked for anything and clearly hadn’t been raised to have any concern for anyone else’s feelings. It wasn’t that he was an actively bad guy, he was just oblivious to anything but himself. His wealthy parents had insisted he rent out a room of the house to help out another student, partly out of altruism but mostly out of concern that their irresponsible son might get up to no good if he lived alone. Jason was on a tennis scholarship, easily the best player on the team, and was coasting through school and through life without a care in the world. Mike had cleaned up behind Jason for the first few weeks just to avoid living in filth, and Jason had clearly decided that was the way things should be. It was Jason’s house after all, or at least his Dad’s house.

Mike mused about the contrast with his own upbringing. The youngest of six boys from a lower-middle class family in Atlanta, his cab driver father had died in an auto accident when Mike was a toddler, leaving Mike’s mother to raise all six boys alone on her income as a nurse. She had always stressed hard work and discipline, and he had learned from her at an early age that the old cliché “cleanliness is next to Godliness” was not at all a cliché to her. Mike’s numerous chores growing up had revolved around keeping the small family home tidy and orderly amid the chaos. His mom had carried her emphasis on hard work over to education, and Mike’s stellar scholastic record and the subsequent academic scholarship were the only reasons he could afford to attend the University of Virginia. But the scholarship didn’t cover everything. He was barely scraping by on his salary as a librarian’s assistant and his stipend as a teaching assistant in the Psychology Department. His summer landscaping job back home made up the shortfall. It was a shitty job but it paid well and was responsible for his lean, muscular physique and fading tan.

Mike got up from the sofa with a heavy sigh and went into the kitchen to start washing the dishes. With no classes today, he was looking forward to heading in to Gilmer Hall after lunch to continue working on his research project. He was eagerly awaiting the collection of his first research data soon, perhaps he’d have enough data before long to get a publication out of it. For an aspiring psychologist, getting published as an undergraduate could lift his prospects for getting into grad school, if that’s the route he decided to take. “God knows,” he thought, “how I’m gonna pay for it, but one thing at a time.”

“How’d the match go?” asked Mike when Jason returned Friday afternoon. Jason had been bragging all week about how he was going to take his opponent apart.

Jason scowled and grumbled, “Ah, I had it in the bag, and then things kinda fell apart. I was up 5-3 in the third and I started getting distracted, something in my gut was off. Must’ve been something I ate for lunch, but fuck, I couldn’t concentrate. I ended up losing four games straight to blow the match. Coach was pissed, we needed my match to win the tournament. Sucks to let everybody down, and now my gut is feeling stranger than ever.”

Mike grunted sympathetically, though he didn’t really care about the outcome of the match that much. He could see that Jason was having trouble, while sprawled on the sofa he kept shifting around, trying to get comfortable. Finally he gave it up, and hoisting himself off the couch, he said “Fuck, I’m going to bed.” Mike called after him “Hey, can you get your clothes out of the washer before you turn in? I’ve got some laundry to do.” “Oh, do me a solid and throw ’em in the dryer for me, will ya? I’m beat,” said Jason as he limped down the hall to his bedroom.

“Sure! Of course! Why not? Asshole!” grumbled Mike under his breath.

Several days ed, and Jason was looking more and more haggard. His eyes looked sunken and bloodshot, and his attention to his appearance, normally a narcissistic flawless, had vanished. He looked and sounded like he hadn’t slept in weeks—or like he had started doing meth.

“Christ, I just can’t shake this shitty bug!” he whined to Mike. “My gut is still all fucked up.”

“Still having cramps?”

“Naw, that’s just it, it’s not cramps, it’s just a constant itch that’s driving me mad!”

“An itch? In your gut? Weird! Have you seen a doctor?”

“Yeah, went to Student Health. They were no help, the Doc says there’s no nerve endings in the intestines that can cause this kind of itching this high up. She suggested an enema, which I just finished.” Jason gave an exaggerated shudder. “It’s the first time I’ve ever stuck something…something up…anyway, it was gross and it just made things worse. I can’t function, I can’t play, I can’t think, I can’t sleep, it’s driving me fucking CRAZY!” His voice rose to a half-scream as he finished, throwing himself face down on the sofa and punching the pillow with a muffled groan.

“She didn’t give you any drugs, anything that could desensitize your gut?”

Jason slowly sat back up. “Naw, it was pretty clear she thought it was all in my head. She gave me a referral to a shrink, but that’s just bullshit.”

“Dude, I don’t think it can hurt to go see a professional. If there’s something you’re dealing with that’s causing this, they can help get it out in the—.”

“I said it’s BULLSHIT! Sorry, I know you’re a budding headshrinker, but this isn’t in my head, it’s real!”

“Okay, okay, fine! So if not a psychologist, what’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know, man, I don’t know. Shannon is freaking out, she thinks I’m dying or something, and I’m trying to reassure her but I can’t ’cause I don’t know what the hell is going on.”

“Shannon? I thought you were hooking up with Paige.”

“Naw man, I split with Paige a few weeks ago, I’m seeing Shannon now, Shannon O’Reilly.”

“Is she the redhead with the freckles and the big…personality?” He had cupped his hands in front of him at chest height, fingers spread wide.

Jason gave him a sheepish grin.

“Jeez, that makes, what, three girls so far this semester?”

Jason’s grin widened and he shrugged his shoulders, then grimaced again as he held his stomach. He let out a loud groan and shuddered.

“What do your folks say about your gut trouble?”

“Haven’t told ’em. Mom would just have a meltdown and Dad would tell me it’s nerves and to just suck it up. Fuck, I guess I’ll try to crash, though I don’t think it’s gonna work.”

“Thought about weed, or getting wasted? Might help you sleep.”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it, but I’d lose my spot on the team, and I can’t risk that. I’m already playing in second spot, I just lost my number one rank.”

“Alright dude, try to hang in there. It’s gotta get better.”

“Hope so, thanks man. I’d do anything to make this fucking itch go away!” And he headed off to bed, shuffling dejectedly.

“Wake up, man! WAKE UP!”

“Whaaaa—what, what!?” Mike looked up toward his roommate groggily, his hand fumbling blindly for the lamp switch. The lamp suddenly bathed the room in light, causing Mike to blink stupidly at Jason, trying to get his bearings. Jason was pacing back and forth in his pajama bottoms.

“Fuck! You’re gonna think I’m a fucking nutcase, but you gotta help me man, you’ve just got to!” Jason grabbed Mike’s bare shoulders, a wild look on his face. He looked manic, but there was hope in his eyes.

Mike finally climbed his way out of his deep sleep and said “What’s up, man?”

“I figured out how to fix my gut problem! I’ve got it!” He sounded triumphant.

“That’s great, dude! How’d you figure it out?”

“It just came to me. I was dozing, so exhausted that I was finally drifting off, and the answer just jumped into my head! I know that sounds fucked up, but I’m sure it’s right!”

Mike looked skeptical, but after a pause he asked “Okay, what’s the answer?”

Immediately Jason looked away, abashed. He looked too embarrassed to say it. “Well, uh, it’s a little fucked up—“ he caught himself and chuckled nervously. Mike eyed him warily and waited for him to continue.

“It’s, well, it involves you, and I know it’s asking a lot, but you just gotta help me, man.”

“Of course I will, what do you need?”

“Well, I, uh, I don’t quite know how to say it.”

“Just spit it out, man, don’t leave me hanging!”

“Okay, okay, it’s, well, it involves…” he laughed nervously again, “i need you to, uh, …”

“Jeez, c’mon man, just fucking say it!”

“You’re gonna think I’m certifiably insane!”

“I already do! For Christ’s sake, what is it?”

“I need you to…uh…to, uh, that is…I need you to…um…to fuck me.” He hadn’t been able to meet Mike’s eyes while he fumbled for the words, and he could barely get the last two words out in a mumble, but now he looked directly at Mike. Mike said “…need me to what?”

“I need you to…to fuck me.”

There was a long pause while they stared at each other, and then Mike exploded off the bed, covers flying, and said “What the fuck, man, you never told me you were gay. And what the hell do you—“

“I’m not a fucking faggot, asshole!”

Now it was Mike pacing back and forth in his boxer briefs, “Okay, look, you come in to my room in the middle of the night, wake me up, and tell me you need me to fuck you? — What do you think that sounds like?”

“Yeah, okay, okay, I know, and I told you it was fucked up” — Mike snorted, and Jason went on quickly, “but I’m serious. I’m not a fag, I’m not hot for you, the thought of it makes me sick, I just need you to do it. Trust me — would I ask you to do this if it wasn’t important? Think of it as giving me some medicine.”

“No. No, sorry, there’s no way this came to you as a solution, out of the blue, it’s too fucking weird. What are you really after?”

Jason bristled and started to argue, then put his hands up in submission and said, “yeah, okay, I told you it was fucked up, and it is. I don’t know why I know this will work, but I just know. I swear to God, man, I just know! If you…uh, you know…do this…for me, I’m sure as hell that the itching will go away, and man, I told you I’d do anything to make that happen and, well, I guess I was right.”

“You keep saying ‘it’s fucked up’ and that I just have to trust you. Well, look, whether you’re gay or not, I’m definitely not, I have no interest in doing this, none! I just don’t wanna do this for you, I don’t think I even can do it! Sorry, man. Anyway, there’s plenty of gay guys we know that would be all over you to do this if you asked. What about Martin?”

Jason looked stricken. “Look man, I don’t know how I know this either, but I know that it has to be you, it won’t work with anyone else.” Mike looked incredulous, but Jason hurried on, “Hey, if I needed you to give me blood to cure me of some disease, would you hesitate?”

“No, but…”

“Then just think of this as donating blood, only it’s donating a different body fluid and a little easier to do…” At this, Mike snorted derisively, and then a thought struck him.

“Wait a minute, you’re not just asking me to fuck you, you’re asking me to do it bareback? Unprotected? With all the girls you’ve hooked up with, you must be insane. I’m not risking getting AIDS for your crazy scheme, forget it! Get out of my room!”

Jason froze for a second, and then said “Look, forget how crazy it is, forget the whole thing. But I just want you to know that I’ve used protection with all those girls, all of them. Every. Single. Time. I know I’m clean, and I’m willing to gamble that you are too, if it’ll save my sanity and maybe my life.”

“Get out. Get out!”

Jason turned to leave, but as he approached the door he turned and said, “How much?”

“What?”

“How much will it take for you to do this for me?”

“Get the fuck out of my room you fucking piece of shit!”

Jason left, slamming the door behind him.

Mike stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, heading straight for the Keurig, desperate for caffeine. The 3am visit from Jason had interrupted his sleep, and Mike had lain awake all night, tossing and turning, thinking. He was tired, rubbing his eyes, completely exhausted. He turned to see Jason, head bent over the kitchen table, his shoulders shaking up and down. It was clear he was sobbing silently.

“Dude, you okay?”

Startled, Jason looked up and Mike had never seen anyone look more pitiful. He was a complete wreck, his face drawn in a rictus of suffering, and Mike could see that Jason wouldn’t last much longer. He took his coffee to the table and sat across from his roommate.

“Christ! You look like Death warmed over.”

Jason just moaned, slowly shaking his head. “Dude, I’m sorry I asked you to…to do that…last night. And the whole money thing…I just didn’t know what else to do.”

Mike looked at his pitiful roommate for a long moment. “Look, I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about your fucked up situation. If we do this—“ Jason’s head whipped up, a look of hope on his face. “—I said if! If we do, I need to get a few things straight.”

“Anything!”

“Well, first, I’m not gonna do anything, you’re gonna have to do it.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want you regretting it when it doesn’t work, and blaming me for doing something you didn’t want and crying rape. So if we do this, you’re gonna have to…uh…impale yourself on me. You do the moving, you do the work, you do it all. I’m just gonna lie there. The rest is up to you.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah…I can do that.”

“Another thing, I don’t want your assurances, I want you to get tested. To be fair, I’ll get tested too.”

“But that’ll take days!”

“Only one, or at most two. Take it or leave it.”

“Okay, I’ll take it!”

“Third, you’ve got to swear that you’re not gonna tell a soul about this!”

“Fuck, dude! You think I want anybody to know I took it up the…uh…whatever?”

“I don’t know. Apparently I don’t know you at all. But just for insurance, I’m gonna record the whole encounter, so it’s clear that you’re the one initiating the whole thing.”

“No way, man! I can’t risk something like that getting out.”

“I just told you, I’m terrified of it getting out too, you think I’m gonna spread that kind of thing all over the Internet? Get a clue! It’s my insurance and again, take it or leave it.”

Jason stared at Mike for a long time before finally saying, “Aw, fuck it, fine!”

“Finally—” Jason slammed his hands on the table as he stood and blurted out “Fuck! What else?”

“Hey, don’t piss me off. This is not a done deal!”

Jason slumped back into his chair and said, “Sorry. What else?”

“I don’t know if I can get it up to do this. I’m not exactly excited by the prospect, I’m kinda grossed out. Get me some porn, straight porn. If I can concentrate on that instead of…well, that might help.”

“Oh, ok sorry, I thought it might be more conditions. Can’t you just use your laptop like everybody else?”

Mike stared at Jason. After a moment, Jason blurted out “Okay, okay, I’ll bring something. Anything else?”

“No…though I wouldn’t mind if you picked up after yourself around here, you’re a fucking pig.”

Jason gave him a feeble smile and said “Okay, yeah, sorry, I’ll try to be a little better about that.”

“Okay, let me think about this some more, but in the meantime, we better go get tested. That’s non-negotiable.”

Two days later, Jason and Mike stood awkwardly in the living room, pointedly not looking at each other. The tests had both come back negative, to Jason’s obvious relief. He was looking worse than ever, and told Mike he would soon be kicked off the tennis team if things didn’t improve.

Mike walked over to the end table where his phone was propped up and turned on the video app. Walking back to the center of the room, he looked toward the phone and said “This recording will be a guarantee that no one can claim coercion for what’s about to take place, right Jason?” Jason looked toward the camera and said “Uh, right, I agree.” Mike said, “Jason asked me for this, begged me, didn’t you Jason?” Sheepishly Jason nodded and said, “Yes, yes I did.”

Mike began to strip off his clothes, pausing momentarily in embarrassment before quickly sliding his white boxer-briefs down and stepping out of them.

“Oh FUCK, dude, why’d you have to be so goddamn huge? Jesus Christ, I didn’t know you were packing that!” said Jason, wincing at the prospect of what was coming. Mike’s cock wasn’t even hard and it looked like a fucking python to Jason. He wasn’t at all sure that he could take that thing up his ass.

“Shut up!” said Mike, coloring furiously. “This was your idea.”

From the coffee table Mike picked up the Hustler magazine that Jason had bought that morning at the convenience store down the block, laid down on his back on the floor and started stroking his massive cock. Jason, who was busy taking off his clothes, glanced over at Mike and then quickly looked away while he removed his underwear. The contrast between the dark tan of his torso and legs and the light skin of his hips and buttocks was stark, making it look almost like he was still wearing tennis shorts except for his junk framed by a mass of curly, wiry hair. He walked over to Mike, and then seemed at a loss for what to do.

“, you’re going to do the work” said Mike, whose prodigious erection was already lifting and filling out while he stared at the glossy centerfold. “Just sit on it.”

Jason started to bend his knees to sit down on Mike’s shaft when Mike said “I assume you’ve cleaned yourself out, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Christ! I mean, I assume you’ve given yourself an enema?”

“Fuck! No, I hadn’t thought of that!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m not doing this until you’re cleaned out—go!”

Shamefacedly, Jason ran to the bathroom and closed the door. In ten minutes he emerged and sheepishly walked back over to where Mike was trying to keep his erection from flagging. “Sorry about that, I just didn’t think.”

“Whatever, let’s get this over with.”

Again, Jason started to sit down on Mike, who stopped him with “Did you lube up?”

“FUCK! I’ll be right back.”

In a few seconds he returned from the bathroom, this time carrying a tube of KY.

“Paige left this the last time she was here, will this do?”

“How the fuck do I know, I’ve never done this before!”

“Well fuck, neither have I. Here.” And he handed Mike the tube. Mike stared and said “I told you I’m not doing any of this. You need to lube yourself, and lube me too.”

Jason’s face ed shock and he froze. After a moment Mike said “Forget it, I don’t know how I let you talk me into this shit.” and started to get up. Jason’s desperation won out and he immediately said “Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Please!”

Mike lay back down as Jason squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and then tentatively reached behind him to apply the gel, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. He then put some more lube into his hand and, looking down at his roommate, he slowly knelt and tentatively reached for Mike’s erection, pointedly looking away while he awkwardly smeared the KY down the huge shaft until it glistened, quickly letting go as soon as it was coated. He was even more terrified of Mike’s size now that he’d briefly wrapped his hand around it. Then, swinging a leg over Mike’s body, his left knee and right foot on the floor, he gingerly took hold of Mike’s massive cock, centered himself over the erection and gradually eased down until the enormous blunt head made with his hole. He closed his eyes, shuddered violently and, after a moment, tried to sit down further. As the cockhead tried to force his hole open, he cried “Owww!” and jumped up. “I can’t do this! FUCK!”

“Thank God! This shit got way out of hand” said Mike, and started to get up again. Jason buried his face in his lube-covered hands, getting KY on his cheeks. He was trembling and said “Wait! Mike, please!” Mike paused, and Jason said “Mike, I have to do this, I can’t take it anymore” and he started crying. “I can’t live like this, I’ve got to have some relief!” Mike sat back down on the floor and stretched out, waiting. After a long moment, Jason moved over Mike again, bent his knees, reached out and grasped Mike’s hard cock, guiding it back to his hole. With excruciating slowness, he increased the pressure, loudly groaning “Uuuunnnnggggghhhhh!” as the head of Mike’s cock finally began to spread his tight anal ring enough to penetrate. The swollen glans finally popped inside, Jason screamed, and Mike moaned in response as Jason’s asshole reflexively clenched hard under the crown of Mike’s shaft. Slowly, slowly, Jason let his body sink onto the stiff cock, tears streaming down his face as he yelled “OW!…OWW…owww…uuunggghh”, until at last it was fully embedded and he was sitting on Mike’s waist.

“Christ, I hate that I have to do this! It fucking hurts like hell and it’s fucking humiliating!”

“I told you this was insane when you first brought it up. But it’s in, let’s just get this over with.”

Jason was panting as if he’d just run a marathon. He just sat on the dick, unmoving, tears of humiliation and pain streaming down his cheeks. Finally Mike said, “Look, if you need me to get off for you to get any relief, you’re gonna have to move. I’m not gonna get there like this.”

Jason, still unmoving, closed his eyes again and after a moment, he nodded. Then with teeth clenched and head back, an agonized moan tore from his throat as he began slowly pulling himself up. The cords of muscle in his neck were rigid as he tried to manage the pain. When he had almost pulled off Mike’s erection he reversed course and very slowly sank back down. He did this several times, each time a tiny bit faster than the last, his silent tears turning into muffled sobs. The motion kept Mike’s erection from ebbing, but it clearly wasn’t enough to bring him off. After five agonizing minutes, Jason finally stopped and opened his eyes looking down at Mike who was staring fixedly at a glossy picture of a buxom long-haired brunette with her legs widespread, holding her cunt wide open with the fingers of her right hand, her middle finger resting on her prominent swollen clit. The fingers of her left hand were tugging hard on her swollen right nipple and the tip of her tongue was between red glossy parted lips, a look of ecstasy on her beautiful face.

Mike looked up at Jason and said “This just isn’t doing anything for me. You’re gonna have to do something more to get me off. Try speeding up, and tighten your asshole on the way up.”

Jason froze, then nodded again, and the next time he pulled off Mike’s cock, he tried his best to clench his ass, groaning with the added pain. Mike moaned and said “that’s better. Keep doing that.” Over and over Jason rode up and down Mike’s cock, trying to squeeze down hard on it on the upstroke, the ring of muscle burning more and more as he did. He began to wail pitifully, speeding up, panicked that Mike wouldn’t be able to reach orgasm. After ten agonizing minutes, he heard Mike began to pant and buck his hips almost imperceptibly to drive his cock further into the warm sheath. Feeling Mike’s thrusts, Jason redoubled his efforts, frantically squeezing his anal muscles and bouncing up and down. He began crying out loudly in frustration and intense pain. Finally, with a loud drawn-out groan, Mike lifted his butt off the floor and ejaculated, spewing wads of semen deep into his roommate’s ass. Jason groaned with the conflicting feelings of humiliation at being bred and relief that it was over. After a moment, he slowly and painfully pulled off of Mike’s erection, semen flowing in rivulets from his asshole down Mike’s cock. Through his tears he whispered a quiet “Thank you” to Mike.

Mike said “You’re welcome. I’m glad that’s over and we never have to do that again. Did you bring a washcloth and towel?”

“Fuck!” Jason awkwardly fast-walked to the bathroom, his right hand between his buttcheeks to prevent the cum from oozing out and dripping all over the floor. He returned a couple of minutes later with a wet washcloth and a hand towel. He had clearly taken some time in the bathroom to clean himself up. He tossed the wet cloth down to Mike, who said, “Uh-uh, I told you that you’d be doing all the work.” Jason, shocked and visibly irritated, froze for a moment, and then yelled “Fine!”, grabbing the washcloth and quickly wiping down Mike’s cock and balls until all traces of semen, lube, and ass slime were gone, then quickly drying Mike’s genitals with the hand towel.

“Well, that was the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I sure hope it worked” said Mike. He got up and as he quickly put on his clothes, he said, “Don’t say I never did you a favor — this was a big one!” Jason, relieved that it was over, couldn’t stop himself from saying “I’ll say!” Mike did a double-take, and then chuckled and said, “Well I guess you’re already feeling better!”

“Mike, Mike, wake up! Wake up!”

Mike blearily raised his head, peered up at Jason, and sighed “Oh, for fuck’s sake, again? What the hell do you want this time?”

Jason bounded up off the side of the bed where he’d been sitting, and strode excitedly around the room — “Look, it’s unbelievable, but it worked! I told you it would work, but you didn’t believe me. Look at me, I’m cured, no itching, it’s gone, it’s totally gone. I slept for the first time more than a week—I’d still be sleeping if I hadn’t realized how fantastic I felt when I got up to take a piss. I just had to show you, and to thank you again for what you did. I know it wasn’t easy, and we’ll never mention it again, but Christ, what a difference!”

Mike watched as Jason, elated, breezed out of the room. He shook is head, and went back to sleep.

For the next week, Jason was on cloud nine. He was destroying opponents on the tennis court, teeming with new energy and drive. As Mike expected, Jason’s housekeeping habits failed to improve, and Mike continued to be responsible for maintaining some semblance of order out of the mess. Life was pretty much back to normal, though somehow Jason had become even more insufferably self-centered and cocky than before. He had started constantly talking about how much money he’d make when he graduated and got a position working for his dad, when he moved up the corporate ladder, when he became the CEO. He bragged about his trust fund and the fortune he’d inherit when he turned twenty-one just before graduation. Mike tried to ignore him, but it was galling.

Saturday came, and that afternoon Jason bolted out of the house, intending to spend the whole day with Shannon. They hadn’t hooked up since Jason’s malady began, and he was looking forward to spending the night with her. He had started describing all the things he was looking forward to doing with her, but Mike just waved him away irritably.

Mike was still cleaning up a few hours later when the front door crashed open and Jason ran in, panicked.

“It’s back!” he shouted, “it’s fucking back!”

“Slow down, what happened?” said Mike.

Jason’s words tumbled out in a rush. “I told you, it’s back, the goddamn itching. God! I can’t go through that again. Everything was looking up, I took Shannon out to André’s for lunch, we go back to her place, I make my move on her, she’s hot as hell and all over me, and BAM!, it comes back. Once I started feeling the first itch I was so upset that I couldn’t even keep it up. I told her I didn’t feel well and got the hell out.”

“Maybe it won’t be bad this time.”

“Fuck, it’s already beginning to drive me insane — it’s only a 30 minute drive from Shannon’s place, and it’s nearly as bad as it was a week ago.”

“Christ, I’m sorry, what’re you gonna do?”

“Mike, you gotta help me again.”

“Oh, hell no! I’m sorry, but that was a one-time thing that I regretted doing as soon as it was over. I know you’re hurting, man, but I’m just not gonna do that again, okay? It’s just not gonna happen.”

“Mike, please, I’m begging you. Last time the relief was immediate, it was incredible. And I can’t suffer like that again, fuck I’ll just blow my brains out.”

“You’ve got to go see a shrink, man! This shit isn’t normal, and hey, if the relief only lasts a week, are you gonna keep asking me to fuck you every Saturday? It’s too much to ask, it’s just too goddamn much.”

“Look, I get it Mike, I really do. I’m putting you in an awful spot, but look at it from my side. However gross it is, the fact is that you fucking me is the only relief that I know works, and works right now. Getting my head straightened out by a shrink could take years, and I don’t think that’s gonna work anyway. I’ve got a condition, an unusual medical condition, and you’ve got the cure — well, the treatment anyway. I’m begging you not to withhold that from me, even if it’s a little fucked up.”

“A little?!”

“It’s not like you’re gonna turn gay, it’s just a few minutes of sex, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t cost you anything.”

“It costs me my self-respect and possibly my sanity.”

“Why? What would you be doing that’s so awful, if the reason you’re doing it is to help me keep from going crazy? We can treat it as just not that big a deal, it’s meaningless. Hell, if it doesn’t go away we’d probably get used to it and it would even lose the squick factor.”

“I’m not interested in getting used to it, I want it to just go away.”

“Well fuck, so do I but it’s not going away by itself.”

“Let me think about it.”

“What’s to think about?”

“Dude!”

“OK, fine, but please, don’t think too long!”

By dinnertime, Jason was a wreck. He hadn’t quite gone back to the haunted, sunken eyes and drawn features from a week ago, but he was headed that way. He was rocking back and forth, hugging a pillow across his abdomen, moaning and gasping with discomfort. Mike approached him and said “Okay, I think I can do this, but we’re gonna have to make some changes. Go get yourself prepared, both cleaned out and lubed, and meet me in my bedroom.”

Jason jumped up and said, “Thanks, man, I can’t thank you enough for this!” and ran down the hall. Mike shook his head and walked into his bedroom to wait.

Jason stepped into Mike’s bedroom fully naked, awkwardly covering his genitals with both hands. Still fully clothed, Mike approached Jason and said “Sit down, we’ve got to cover some ground rules here.” Jason started to sit on the edge of Mike’s bed, so Mike grabbed his arm and said “Dude, you’re gonna get lube all over my sheets — go get a towel.” Jason started toward Mike’s bathroom, and Mike said “One of yours, man!” Sheepishly, Jason left the room to go fetch a towel. As he left, Mike had to it reluctantly that tennis had been good to Jason, because his partly tanned body was toned and superbly fit. Once when Jason’s previous girlfriend Paige was a little drunk, she had confessed to Mike that she thought Jason’s ass was his best feature and now, even though he was straight Mike could understand why. Jason returned carrying a bath towel, which he arranged on the bed and then sat down.

“I’m hoping this time will be a cure, not a treatment. But the whole thing is so crazy that until you get some professional help this might happen again. Now the only way this is gonna work for me is if I can pretend I’m fucking a girl.” This made Jason look a little uncomfortable. “I don’t need you going all feminine on me, but I do need some things or I don’t think I’ll be able to get off. First, keep your asshole shaved — all the girls I’ve ever been with have kept themselves shaved, so that’ll make it more believable for me.”

“No problem, Mike, I can do that.” Jason was eager to get going.

“Second, I’m gonna want you on your back, legs spread wide and pulled way back. I need to feel like I’m fucking a horny babe, not a desperately sick dude.”

Jason thought a moment, and then nodded,

“Third, I don’t ever want to remind you about prep again, it makes the whole thing too real.”

“Fine.”

“Finally, and this is non-negotiable, I’m gonna record it again, and every session after that if there are any for as long as this goes on.”

“What, are you gonna jack off to them later?” Jason was visibly angry.

“Lose the attitude, asshole, or we can forget the whole thing! I’m doing you a huge fucking favor, and I’m just protecting myself against any rape charges if you suddenly have a change of heart. The videos will make sure of that, as you’ll find out soon. OK, that’s it, let’s get this over with.”

Jason was so eager to get relief that he suppressed his anger, scooted back on the bed, lay down on his back, head on Mike’s pillow, pulled up his legs, spread them wide, and hooked his arms behind his knees, baring his asshole.

“Dude, c’mon, what’d I say about shaving?”

“Oh, right, sorry!” Jason leapt off the bed, ran to his bathroom, and reentered the room a few minutes later. He got back into position, his glistening, hairless asshole showing, and waited for Mike. Mike had begun to remove his clothes while Jason was shaving, and dropping his underwear, he walked over to where his phone was positioned and started the video. He climbed onto the bed, his large cock hanging nearly halfway to his knees, still completely soft. Grabbing the lube from the bedside table, he handed it to Jason. “Here, you need to get me ready.”

Reluctantly Jason took the KY from Mike’s outstretched hand, squeezed a generous dollop onto his palm, and with a grimace, he took Mike’s flaccid cock into his hand, rubbing the lube all over it. After a moment, he removed his hand and lay back down.

“Sorry, dude, if we’re gonna do this, you have to get me hard.”

“Shit, can’t you use the porn again?” Mike just arched his eyebrows. “Okay, fine!” He reached again for Mike’s cock and started fisting it, moving his hand up and down the shaft, trying to coax it to rise. After two or three minutes it started showing signs of life, but when he stopped Mike ordered him to keep going until he was fully erect.

Jason seized it again, this time with both hands, one above the other, moving them up and down the shaft, marveling again at the length and girth of his roommate’s cock. Finally, his long, thick erection pointing skyward, Mike said, “Here’s where my ‘insurance’ comes in. I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

“No fucking way, man, I told you I’m not a fag!”

“Didn’t say you were, but the video of you begging me will be enough to prove this wasn’t my idea. Do it, or we’re done here.”

After a minute of wrestling with his own need and this assault on his dignity, Jason finally said in a flat monotone, “Fine, please fuck me.”

“Not good enough. Say it loud and say it like you mean it.”

“FINE! Mike, please fuck me. I need you to fuck me!”

“Better. We can work on your delivery later, let’s just get it over with.” And with that, Mike leaned forward, took his hard cock in his hand, and pushed the head against Jason’s freshly shaved, tightly clenched asshole. Even with the generous amount of lube, Mike wasn’t getting anywhere. After a minute of trying he said “Jase, it’s gonna hurt more if you tighten your ass, try to loosen up a little.”

After a moment, Jason’s hole unclenched almost imperceptibly. Feeling the ring of muscle relax slightly against the head of his cock, Mike added pressure, the head of his dick pushing against the tight band of muscle. Slowly Jason’s anus gave way and the blunt head of Mike’s cock started forcing the wrinkled hole open, accompanied by an involuntary cry and rapid panting from Jason. When the head of his cock was inside, Mike put his hands on either side of Jason’s shoulders, and with a single long slow thrust of his hips, he skewered his roommate’s ass.

“Owww, fuuuuuck, that hurts!” gasped Jason, “slow down.”

“I am doing it slow, shut up.” After a full minute, Mike was finally fully buried in Jason’s ass, and he paused for a moment before slowly starting to withdraw.

“Fuuuuuck, OWW, goddamn, owww, ugh…” Jason was whining non-stop as Mike started a slow and steady rhythm of sawing in and out of his ass. The ring of muscle rolling up and down Mike’s shaft was so tightly stretched it was now pale, almost white. Mike’s cock was so thick that Jason’s ass ring was pulled out toward him with each stroke, almost as if it was reluctant to let the fat cock go.

Still not content with the stimulation he was getting, Mike ordered Jason “Tighten your ass, man, or I’m not gonna be able to get off!” With a sob, Jason tried to clench his ass on Mike’s rod, which intensified the pain of penetration. But as he kept clenching and releasing his ass, it started to have the desired effect. Mike, his eyes closed and his face beginning to sweat, began pounding his roommate’s ass more aggressively, saying “That’s it, keep squeezing”.

Jason kept up a litany of “Ow, ow, ow,…” accompanying each thrust of Mike’s huge shaft into his guts. Several times in the next few minutes it seemed as if Mike was nearing the crest, but each time the feeling subsided. Mike finally opened his eyes, saying “Fuck, I need something to get off. Keep begging me!”

Wanting the pain and humiliation to end, after a moment Jason started begging. “Please fuck my ass, Mike, keep fucking me. God damn, I need your cum in my ass, just fucking do it, jam that big dick up my ass hard! Give it to me!” Mike reminded him to tighten up, and while clamping down, he added that to his patter. “Can you feel my tight ass gripping your dick? Feel it, fuck the shit out of me, man. Fuck that tight hole!” Mike began fucking harder and harder, slamming into Jason’s ass over and over. The intense pain of penetration, which had been slowly easing while Mike was gently sawing in and out, flared anew with the aggressive pounding, so Jason intensified the begging, desperate for Mike to get off. “Owww, damn you’re really tearing into me, keep fucking that tight hole, jam your dick in there and hose down my insides with your cum! Fuck me, man, fuck me, fuck me, fuck m—…”

With a roar, Mike jammed his cock in as far as he could and jetted his cum up into Jason’s guts, his hips jerking spasmodically. Over and over again he slammed his hips forward, feeling as if his dick was spewing gallons of jizz into his roommates clasping ass. Finally his shudders began to subside, and he rolled off Jason to avoid collapsing on him, sweaty and still panting hard after the exertions of a long fuck. He lolled his head to the side, looking at the clock on the table, and noting that the fuck had lasted nearly thirty minutes.

Beside him, Jason put a hand over his face and began to cry. After a moment, his body was wracked with sobs. Mike politely pretended not to notice his roommate’s humiliation, and instead rose from the bed and padded to the bathroom to clean up.

When he returned, Jason hadn’t moved at all. He lay still, staring at the ceiling, but he had stopped crying. He looked over at Mike, wiped his eyes, and said, “I know this whole fucking situation is awful, but thanks so much for doing this. It’s freaking me out, so I can only imagine how you feel about it. If it helps, I can already tell it’s working. The itching is going away.”

“Good to hear. Please God let it be permanent this time!”

“Amen, bro. And thanks for cleaning yourself up, that was a little…uh…humiliating last time.” Jason groaned as he rolled off Mike’s bed and stood up.

“Yeah, well, right now I just want to take a shower and get back to normal.”

“Right. Anyway, I just want you to know how much I—”

“I get it, okay? Please just stop talking about it.”

“Right, okay, fine. Uh, see you later.”

Less than a week later, Jason stopped Mike as he was about to leave the house. The look on his face was all Mike needed to see.

“Goddammit, again?”

“Hey, I’m not happy about it either!”

“Well, it’ll have to wait, I’m on my way to meet Jennifer.”

“Dude, can you just…”

“No! I’m not fucking up my relationship with Jennifer so that you can continue this bullshit. We’ll talk about it when I get home.”

“It’s not bullshit, and when are you getting home?”

“Late. Don’t wait up. Or wait up if you want, I don’t care.”

Jason let go of Mike’s arm, and forlornly turned back into the house.

“Hey, there’s one thing you can do to help get me off,” said Mike.

“What’s that?”

“Clean up this fucking house, you’ve trashed it again and I’m fucking tired of you waiting on me to do it!” And with that, he walked out the front door and headed for his car.

Mike walked back into the house just after midnight and was surprised to discover that the place was pretty clean. Evidently his roommate had taken him seriously, and clearly thought that by cleaning up Jason might get Mike to fuck him. He made his way to the den, and saw Jason sitting on the sofa, hugging a large throw pillow to his stomach, gently rocking back and forth.

“Good job on the house. How you feelin’?”

“Awful. Mike, it’s bad, it’s really bad.”

“That sucks, dude, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry enough to help out?”

“Yeah, okay, but Jennifer and I had a pretty great evening. We ended up having a heavy night — I fucked her twice and she blew me once, so I’m pretty spent. I don’t think I can get it up, much less get off. How ’bout we figure this out tomorrow?”

“NO! I mean, no, not if there’s a chance you can help tonight. Please, Mike, I know I’ve already debased myself a couple of times, I don’t have any shame left, please let’s give it a shot.”

“Dude, I…”

“I’m begging you, man! I don’t think I can make it through the night.”

Mike sighed heavily, and said “OK, we’ll try. You can help me out a little by…”

“Anything, man, seriously!”

“OK, well, it was creepy grabbing your ankles to spread your legs and feeling all that hair. Can you keep your legs shaved? Also, maybe you can ‘manscape’ a little so you junk isn’t so obviously in my face. Maybe shave the hair off your cock and balls entirely. In fact, it’ll help if you just shave all the hair off your body from the neck down. Your chest and armpit hair doesn’t exactly turn me on either.”

Jason, well aware that everything Mike had asked so far wasn’t up for negotiation, and desperate to get relief, just closed his eyes and nodded, “yeah, ok, I can do that. It’ll get some looks in the showers after practice and the guys’ll give me shit, but I’ll deal with that. I’ll just tell ’em that’s how Shannon wants it, and the benefits are worth it.”

“OK, that’ll help. We’ll see what happens tonight, but no promises. See you in the bedroom when you get done.”

Fifteen minutes later Jason tentatively entered Mike’s bedroom, his body completely hairless. His shaved body, especially his genitals, made him look strangely prepubescent, but his muscular frame and the size of his cock belied that image. He had given up trying to hide his junk behind his hands, things had progressed far enough to make attempts at modesty seem faintly ridiculous.

Mike was already naked and was setting up and starting the recording on his phone. Jason put a towel he had brought on the bed, and lay back on it, ing to raise his legs and hold them widely spread. His freshly shaved ass and genitals were still glistening and his asshole was oozing some lube.

Mike, his cock flaccid, climbed onto the bed and crawled up toward Jason’s head so Jason could apply the lube to his cock. Without hesitation, Jason squirted a glob of KY into his hand and started applying it to Mike’s cock, trying desperately to coax it to rise. After several minutes, it was clear that he wasn’t getting anywhere. He redoubled his efforts, rubbing faster, and used his other hand to cup Mike’s balls, gently rubbing and pulling on them to see if that would help. Mike’s large cock inflated slightly, but minutes later there was no erection in sight. Jason looked up pleadingly at Mike, who raised one eyebrow as if to say “I told you.” Jason steeled himself for a moment, grimaced, and then did the only thing he could think of that might work, he leaned his head forward and with a grimace he kissed the tip of Mike’s dick.

“Whoa!” Mike expressed his surprise. Jason, his lips glistening with lube, said “look man, I fucking hate this, this is the gayest thing I can think of and it’s nearly making me puke, but fuck, I’m really desperate. If I can get you hard, I’ll do anything.” He bent his head back over Mike’s cock, choked back a sob, and parted his lips, lifting the head of Mike’s cock into his mouth.

In a matter of minutes, Mike’s cock began to swell and stiffen, rising slowly. Simultaneously encouraged and horrified by this reaction, Jason started awkwardly moving his mouth up and down the shaft slightly, swirling his tongue around the head of Mike’s cock, which elicited an appreciative groan from Mike.

“Suck that cock, girl!” Mike blurted out as he started moving his hips. Jason froze for a second, and then resumed his sucking more aggressively. He couldn’t get much into his mouth and was woefully inept, but evidently it was enough because Mike was getting fully erect. A moment later, Jason lay back down, raised his legs and said “Fuck me, Mike, fuck me!”

Mike positioned himself at the entrance to Jason’s ass, put his cockhead against the wrinkled and glistening hole, and with a single steady thrust, buried himself to the balls in Jason’s ass.

“Unnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhh!” groaned Jason, as his hole was forced open and spread wide by the huge cock. “Gaaaaaaaaawwwd, that hurts! Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh…” his grunts were forced out of him with each thrust of the shaft into his guts. Still, he noticed that the pain was less than the first time he had fucked himself on Mike’s prick. His shaved cock and balls flopped around as his ass was pounded. He ed that Mike was turned on by begging so he started a litany, “Fuck me, fuck me, oh God, fuck me Mike. I can feel your cock reaching my throat, man. Give me that dick, give it to me.” He tried tightening his anal ring, trying to grip the shaft as hard as he could despite the pain it caused.

For a moment, Mike picked up the pace, egged on by Jason’s unsolicited begging. He jammed his cock into Jason’s tight, hot, moist hole over and over, stabbing into his guts. But after twenty minutes, he slowed and then stopped. He was panting, and he said “I don’t think I can get there, sorry. I’m just too used up, and fucking you isn’t exactly the same as fucking Jennifer.”

Jason panicked and said “What can I do to get you off? Tell me, please!” Mike sighed, and said “I don’t know, man. Maybe…maybe if you blow me until I’m close, then I can finish off in your ass. But I don’t know…” and he withdrew his deflating cock from Jason’s ass.

Immediately Jason sat up and got on his knees. Without thinking about it, he leaned over and slurped Mike’s slimed, half-hard cock into his mouth, frantically moving his head up and down, lashing the underside of the shaft with his tongue. Mike groaned and started involuntarily thrusting up into Jason’s face. He put his hands on the back of Jason’s head, pushing down on his head to get more of his cock in Jason’s mouth. The head of his cock started banging against the back of Jason’s throat, causing him to gag repeatedly. Instead of pulling off the cock, Jason started shoving his head down harder on Mike’s shaft, spluttering an “Urk, urk, gak, gak, gnk” series of choking sounds. His choking went on for several minutes, with Mike’s cock getting harder and harder until Mike started grunting with growing excitement, and then suddenly shouted at Jason, “I’m gonna cum!” Immediately Jason lay down and threw his legs in the air, reaching down and spreading his ass cheeks wide with his hands. “Fuck me, Mike! Cum in my ass!” Mike barely had time to jam his cock back into Jason’s ass with one hard thrust, causing Jason to scream in pain, before he started streaming jets of cum into Jason’s guts.

“Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh,” Jason’s sighs of relief on feeling Mike boiling cum flooding into his insides filled the room, along with Mike’s gasps as he sought to regain control. Mike’s hips continued to jerk spasmodically with the echoes of his orgasm. Finally he withdrew and collapsed next to Jason, falling heavily on the bed. “Fuuuuck, I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. You damn near killed me, Jase.” Jason laughed hysterically for a second, and then began to calm down. He imagined that he could feel Mike’s semen doing its magic, acting as a soothing balm on his insides. Gradually, he became aware of the sour taste in his mouth, realizing for the first time that he had sucked his own ass slime off of Mike’s cock in his effort to ensure Mike didn’t give up trying to cum. “Aw, fuck it” he thought, “I don’t even care anymore. I don’t think I can sink any lower.”

Beside him, Mike began to snore softly. Jason silently chuckled at his roommate, and then got up, wincing with the pain throbbing in his ass.

The change in Jason the next morning was startling once again. He came out of his room freshly showered and whistling happily. Mike looked up from his coffee at the kitchen table and grinned at his roommate.

“Well, what a difference from last night!”

“Yeah, thanks again man, I don’t know what to say.”

“Forget it. Let’s hope you can build up some kind of immunity over time. It’s not getting any easier. I don’t want to bum you out, but I’m just not that into you.” Mike winked as he said it.

“Very funny! Imagine how that feels when you’re the one getting fucked. It’s just not much fun. At least it doesn’t hurt quite as much anymore. I’m not wild about the prospect of getting used to this, but that’s one bright side.”

Four days later Jason knocked on Mike’s bedroom door. Mike opened the door, and on seeing his roommates distress immediately his face fell. “Damn!”

“Yeah, sorry!”

“No need to be sorry. I still think you need to get some help, or this looks like it will go on forever. And what happens when Third Year is over and we head home for the summer? What’ll you do then? What happens when we graduate? When we get jobs? What happens when you get married? When I do? This has got to stop sometime.”

“I know, man, I’ll try to find a good shrink. But for now…” and he trailed off, the question hanging in the air.

“Go get ready.”

“I already have — I’m shaved, clean, and lubed!”

“You’re sure as hell taking things for granted!”

“I just wanted to be prepared in case you were willing.”

“OK, come on in.”

Jason walked in, pulled a towel he’d been hiding from behind his back and laid it on the bed, stripped off his clothes in record time, and stretched out on the bed, lifting and spreading his legs.

Mike walked over and stood over his naked roommate, looking down at the expectant athlete. “Look, I’ve made some realizations after last time that could help us get this done, but it might really freak you out.”

Jason looked at him quizzically, slowly lowering his legs. “What’s up, man?”

“Well, I realized something about sex with you.”

“What, are you discovering that you’re actually gay?”

“Shut up, asshole, I’m trying to tell you something!”

“Okay, sorry.”

“What I’ve realized is that it’s easier to get off with you if I’m topping you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I get off on controlling the situation, and when you show how desperate you are and how much you’re willing to humiliate yourself, it helps me in some way to get off, I don’t know why. But without that, it may not work.”

“Okay, well, let me ask again, what does that mean?”

“It means that during our…uh, encounters, I’m going to kind of treat you like shit. When I called you a ‘girl’ and you froze while sucking my dick, it really got me hot knowing you were angry, but kept sucking anyway.”

“Oh. Well, I guess I can live with that as long as it stops in the bedroom.”

“We’ll see. Now assume the position, girl!”

Jason grinned and pulled his legs back over his head, spreading them widely.

Mike stripped off his clothes, knelt beside him and said “Get me hard. Use your mouth!”

Jason started to protest, but Mike just grabbed the back of his head and pulled it into his crotch, mashing his junk into Jason’s face. “You did it last time, you can do it again. Now suck!” At first Jason kept his mouth firmly closed while Mike rubbed his fat cock and balls all over Jason’s lips and face. Finally with a groan Jason opened his mouth and captured Mike’s soft cock, immediately working on it with his tongue.

“More suction, girl, cave those cheeks in. And watch those teeth!”

Jason groaned again and started sucking harder, beginning to move his head up and down. Mike grabbed Jason’s head with both hands and started forcing his head back and forth on his now lengthening dick. When his cockhead reached the back of Jason’s throat, he pushed harder and the huge cock forced its way a little into Jason’s throat. Jason started gagging uncontrollably, his eyes flooding with tears, and he tried to push Mike away with his hands.

“Don’t!” warned Mike. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth as hard as I want, and you’re gonna take it, right? RIGHT?”

Jason looked up at Mike, who had his cock pressed firmly to the back of his throat, and while he was gagging, he managed to nod his head. Mike spent the next couple of minutes using the entrance to Jason’s throat like a masturbator on the tip of his cock, causing Jason to gag and retch repeatedly, and then he abruptly pulled out. Immediately Jason hooked his arms behind his knees and spread his legs widely. Mike grabbed Jason’s ankles and wrenched them even wider apart, exposing Jason’s glistening asshole. Wasting no time, he speared his roommate’s ass in one swift stroke.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck! Are you tryin’ to kill me?” screamed Jason.

“Shut up and take it, bitch!”

“Hey, this is getting out of ha-mmmffff…” Mike had covered Jason’s mouth with his hand while he continued to drive his hips hard into the muscular ass spread wide for him.

“Shut the fuck up, girl, I’m doing you a favor, so let me do it!”

The rough pounding Mike was giving Jason filled the room with clapping sounds as his hips slammed against Jason’s ass. He slapped Jason’s ass with his free hand and barked “Tighten it, bitch!” Jason whimpered as he clenched his ass muscle tightly on Mike’s pistoning shaft. In just a few more moments, Mike began to lose his rhythm as his orgasm approached. Unable to contain it, he shouted “Take my cum, girl!” and unloaded a torrent of jizz into the clasping anus. “Aaaaarghhh, FUUUUUUCK!” he shouted as his muscles stiffened and he continued cumming. Gradually, he came back to himself, and looked down at the shocked man still impaled on his dick. He slowly withdrew his cock, shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm, then took his hand away from Jason’s mouth.

“Christ, man, did you have to do that?” complained Jason, and he stifled a sob, sniffling.

“No, I didn’t have to do that, but did you notice I came up your ass in about 5 minutes instead of half an hour? And did it really hurt you, or did it hurt your pride?”

Jason wiped his eyes, thought for a second and then said, “Well, it hurt more, but nothing I can’t handle. I guess you’re right, quicker is better. I’ll get over the shame, it’s been pretty much constant for the last couple of weeks anyway.”

“Good. Now clean me up!” Jason moved to get off the bed, but Mike pushed him back down. “With your mouth!” Jason violently shoved Mike off of him and said, “that’s enough, that’s sick, I’m not doing that, I’m not your fag on call.”

“No, but apparently you think I’m yours. Whenever you need it, just come on in and get a fuck. Well, you’re gonna have to learn that you’re not in control, I am. Now get out.”

“With pleasure, asshole!” And with that, Jason slid off the bed and stalked out.

They didn’t speak to each other for the next couple of days. On the third day, Jason again knocked on Mike’s door.

“Go away!” yelled Mike through the closed door.

The door opened and Jason walked in. “I thought I told you to go away!”

“I can’t Mike, I’m miserable.”

“Yeah, tough shit!”

“Look man, maybe I was a little rude, but shit, you went way too far last time.”

“I don’t think so. You’re asking me, a straight man with a steady girlfriend, for an endless stream of gay sex. I find a way to make it more palatable…”

“For you!”

“Yeah, for me! If you need me that badly, you’re gonna have to make up your mind. Do things my way, or get the fuck out.”

“Why do you have to be an asshole about it? What’d I ever do to you?”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, you want me to give you a list? You’re rich and you brag about it, you’re handsome and you obviously know it, your daddy got you into this school, you’ve got the world on a string, you don’t do any work, you play all the time, you’re skating through school like you’re skating through life, your job as corporate CEO after your dad is a lock, you’ve got any girl you want anytime and you treat them all like shit, you’re a slob who never thinks about anything but himself…”

“Jeez, I had no idea you hated me that much.”

Mike sighed. “I don’t hate you. You’re an okay guy, maybe a little selfish, but it just pisses me off that you think this is one more thing you can solve with no downside for you. It just gets old.”

“No downside? You’re fucking me, jamming your huge cock up my ass, and there’s no fucking downside?”

“I’m talking about making it easier for me. I didn’t cause your fucked up disease, and yet I’m the one responsible for giving you relief. Well, I didn’t really have any choice, did I?”

Jason was quiet. After a moment he said, “Look, I get that this is awful for you, that you have a right to be upset, but I don’t know any alternative.”

“I can think of a couple. Get some drugs. Get some professional help. And while I’m ‘treating you’, follow the doctor’s orders, I don’t care how uncomfortable they make you. You’re not the only one who’s freaked out, but you’re the one who needs help. So figure out how you’re going to cope with my way, or leave me the hell alone.”

“Mike, I need your help tonight. It’s eating me up again.”

“Yeah, well you’re just gonna have to wait. When you can come to me and tell me that you’ll do everything, and I mean everything, that I ask you to do, that I order you to do, and make me believe it, then we’ll talk.

“Mike, please…”

“No! Begging won’t help you this time. I want to hear you promise. Now get out!”

For the next two days, every time Jason tried to talk to his roommate, Mike ignored him and walked away. On the evening of the second day Jason knocked on Mike’s bedroom door. From inside the room Jason heard Mike said “Go away!”, and Jason yelled through the door, “Mike, I’m ready to promise.”

Mike opened his door and stared at an utterly miserable and forlorn Jason, who took one step into Mike’s room. “Well?”

“Mike, can we…”

“Stop! Get out!”

“Okay, okay, let me start over. Mike, I agree to do anything and everything you ask me…”

“Order!”

“…anything and everything that you order me to do.”

“Fine. Strip and crawl over here.” Mike turned and walked a few steps, then sat on the chair in the corner of his room.

Jason just stared at Mike.

“Goddammit, if I have to order you again, you can leave and don’t bother coming back.”

Immediately Jason started tearing off his clothes as fast as he could. When he was naked, he started walking toward Mike, who just pointed to the floor. Jason sighed and got on his hands and knees, crawling toward Mike, who spread his legs slightly and said “Take off my pants.” With trembling hands Jason reached for Mike’s belt, fumbled with the leather before getting it opened, unsnapped the shorts, grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Mike lifted his butt off the chair so Jason could pull his shorts off. He was wearing no underwear, and his impressive cock was already semi-hard. Mike spread his legs wide so Jason could crawl closer.

“Look what just ordering you around does to me. This’ll get you what you need much faster.” Jason blushed.

“Okay, now lick my balls.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Jason leaned in and, after a moment of hesitation and a grimace, began lapping at the wrinkled sac in front of him. He noticed that Mike’s balls were shaved and his pubes were groomed. He hadn’t noticed that before, and realized he had been avoiding looking at Mike’s junk while they’d been having sex. He shuddered, but kept licking.

“Good! Now take my balls in your mouth, but be careful!”

After some hesitation, Jason opened his mouth wide and with some effort engulfed Mike’s smooth scrotum, sucking gently on the soft egg-sized balls. He couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks as the shame washed over him. He just couldn’t reconcile that he was a virile, heterosexual guy slobbering all over another guy’s nuts. Mike lay back in the chair, put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, sighing with contentment.

“More tongue” said Mike, and Jason started rolling the large pair of testicles around in his mouth. Mike’s cock was stiffening, and Jason noticed that it extended well past his navel. “Damn,” he thought, “he’s really hung!” and then silently cursed himself for the thought.

“Okay, enough. Now start licking up the shaft.”

Jason pulled his head back slowly, letting the wet smooth balls out of his mouth with a soft ‘pop’. He braced himself and then ran the flat of his tongue up the rigid shaft, pinning it between his tongue and Mike’s toned stomach.

“Ahhh, that’s perfect!” breathed Mike, and he rested his right hand on the back of Jason’s head while he awkwardly pulled his shirt off with his left. Jason felt the cock pulsing rhythmically against his tongue with Mike’s heartbeat. Every time his tongue grazed the frenulum, Mike’s cock jerked hard. Jason closed his eyes and tried to block out what he was doing. Mike noticed.

“Open your eyes, I want you staring into my eyes whenever you lick me,” ordered Mike. Reluctantly Jason opened his eyes and saw a tiny pool of precum beginning to collect on Mike’s taut stomach, trickling downward into his navel. He raised his gaze to meet Mike’s eyes, and started silently crying again.

“Okay, now lick that up,” said Mike, pointing to the clear liquid.

“Mike, can we just—”

“No! Lick it up!”

Jason took hold of Mike’s cock, moving it aside so he could jam his tongue into Mike’s navel and lap up the slightly salty precum. A few times during his adolescence Jason had tasted his own precum when he jerked off, out of curiosity. He still ed the strange, mildly salty flavor, the sticky texture of the clear fluid, and noticed that Mike’s precum tasted and felt exactly the same. Shuddering again at this thought, he swallowed it down, nearly gagging as he did. He bent his head forward and, pursing his lips, he sucked the last of the clear sticky mess from Mike’s navel and belly, only to see a new trickle spilling from Mike’s cockhead.

After several more minutes of licking Mike’s erection and swallowing his seemingly endless supply of precum, Mike finally said, “Ok, get on the bed. I don’t think this will take long.”

Eagerly Jason leapt up and threw himself on Mike’s bed, opening his legs and pulling them up high.

“We’re gonna try a new position today. Turn over and lie face down.”

Confused, Jason rolled over and scooted back to the center of the bed, face down.

“Now spread your legs, reach back and spread your cheeks. Show me your pussy!”

“What?!?”

“I said show me your pussy! I told you I need to think of you as a girl or it turns me off. I want to see my girl’s pussy spread wide.”

Jason slowly parted his legs widely, then reached back and grabbed a round muscular cheek in each hand, pulling them apart to expose the hairless and slick hole, glistening with lube.

“Good girl!”

Jason shuddered and started crying again.

“Now play with your pussy for me. Make it feel good.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Jason extended his middle finger and tentatively touched his rosette. Mike waited for a beat and then said “you can do better than that! Stroke it, rub it, then fuck it with your finger.”

With an audible sob, Jason started slowly revolving his finger around the rim of his anus, rubbing the lube into the wrinkled flesh. He changed things up, rubbing his finger up and down the crack, and then finally pushed it inside up to the nail.

“Farther in, and push it in and out!”

Jason jabbed his finger into his hole past the second knuckle, and then began sawing it in and out, gasping as he did so.

After another minute, Mike said “now two fingers.” Jason inserted his index finger alongside the wet middle finger, and emitted a loud groan.

“Oh, pipe down, you’ve had my dick up there and that’s a lot bigger than two fingers. Keep going.”

Jason complied, the rhythmic slick, wet sound of a lubed anus being digitally penetrated filling the quiet room. A couple of times Mike had to ask “Did I tell you to stop?”

Finally Mike knee-walked behind Jason’s shaved bubble butt until he was in position. Jason stopped finger-fucking himself and braced for the penetration.

“Reach back, grab my cock, and put it in your pussy.”

Jason reached back, searching for the fat cock with his hand, finding it, then pulling it toward his ass. He positioned the tip against his hole and waited for Mike to enter him.

“I said, put it in. Raise your hips if you have to.”

Jason pressed into the mattress with his knees, bending at the waist slightly to raise his butt up toward Mike. He slowly engulfed the tip of Mike’s cock with his anus, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. Mike responded by steadily sliding his cock all the way into the tight warm hole. Then he stopped, fully embedded in Jason’s guts. Jason’s gasp turned into rapid panting as he once again got used to the huge cock in his ass.

“Okay, I’m gonna fuck you, but you’re gonna fuck me back. Keep that ass moving up and down, and for God’s sake, tighten that hole!”

Mike started a slow and steady thrusting, plowing Jason’s wet asshole, as Jason began obediently bucking back against Mike’s thrusts. After a moment, Mike stopped thrusting and slapped Jason’s right buttcheek hard. Jason took the hint. He started tightly squeezing his ass down hard on Mike’s cock, clumsily trying to squeeze his hole and buck his hips at the same time. To his growing horror, Jason realized that the rubbing of his own cock against the soft towel on the bed was stimulating him, and his cock started to grow. Before long his fully engorged erection was thrusting against the towel, the soft rubbing sending him rapidly toward an orgasm.

“I can’t cum with a dick up my ass, I just can’t,” he thought, and began to sob. He was saved when Mike’s panting sped up and became less regular, and soon with a bellow Mike shot wad after wad of cum into Jason’s upturned ass. He collapsed onto Jason’s back, but soon rolled off him. Lying next to him he ordered Jason “get up and clean me off!”. Jason tried to hide his erection from Mike as he got to his hands and knees, but Mike laughed and said “Looks like my girl loves getting her pussy fucked.”

“Oh God!” Jason looked miserable.

Mike pointed to his wet dick and frothy pubes. Jason started to get up to get a washcloth, but Mike just snapped “With your mouth!” Jason whined “For God’s sake, Mike, please…”

“Do it!” Mike barked.

Jason closed his eyes, counted to ten, and then slowly leaned over and lapped the cum and ass slime from Mike’s cock, uncontrollably retching over and over as he swallowed it down, tears streaming down his face. He took the head of Mike’s cock into his mouth, sucking the last of the cum from the leaking slit. Then at a gesture from Mike, he sucked the mess out of Mike’s matted pubic hair. When Mike was satisfied, he patted Jason on the head and said “Good girl!” and climbed off the bed. Jason buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

For Jason the next few weeks were a blur of constant sex mixed with abject humiliation. The frequency of the maddening itch recurring had stabilized to about every 48 hours, so every other day Jason was begging Mike to fuck him. Mike also continued to see Jennifer regularly, so coaxing an orgasm out of Mike required a lot of effort on Jason’s part.

Jason found himself getting Mike’s cock hard with his mouth every time they fucked. It had become so much a part of the routine that he barely flinched when Mike ordered it at this point. But by far the worst part was after Mike came in his ass, cleaning Mike’s cock, balls and pubes with his tongue and lips, swallowing the acrid combination of semen, lube, and ass slime. Jason cried every single time he was forced to choke down the disgusting mess.

Mike continued to verbally abuse Jason, and was getting ever more creative about different positions and perverse orders, much to Jason’s horror. Only once did Jason completely refuse, but it was a short-lived insurrection, within a day he had met Mike’s demands.

The evening had started out as it usually did, with Jason knocking softly on Mike’s door. He stood outside in the hall, naked, shaved, clean, and lubed, and waited until Mike finally called “come in.” He opened the door, but before he could get on his hands and knees to crawl to his roommate, Mike ordered him to go get a soapy washcloth and a hand towel. Fearing some new humiliation, he went back down the hall to his bathroom, wetting and soaping a cloth and bringing it to Mike. After he removed Mike’s pants, Mike scooted way down into his chair, brought his legs up, spread them widely and told Jason to wash his asshole thoroughly.

Dreading what was next, Jason reached out and carefully washed Mike’s already clean-looking asscrack, and then dried it with the hand towel. When he was done he looked up apprehensively at Mike, who said “Okay girl, go ahead, I know you want it—eat it!” Jason froze in shock for a moment, then stood up, threw the wet cloth in Mike’s face and screamed “Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” And he ran out of the room, slamming the door.

Early the next morning, trembling both with fear, disgust, and a horrible intestinal itch, he timidly rapped on Mike’s door. He was holding a soapy washcloth and a towel, resigned to taking the next step on his road to degradation. He heard nothing, so he knocked harder. Still getting no response, fearing that Mike had left the house early and he would have to wait for him to return, he cautiously opened the door.

Mike was sitting on his chair, motionless. He said nothing, just waited, staring at Jason.

“Listen, Mike, I’m, uh, I’m really sorry for blowing up last night, I was just, uh, shocked that you would want me to…uh, well, look…if you’re willing to forgive me and just…uh, well…look, I brought the washcloth.” He held out the soapy rag to show Mike.

Mike sat motionless, still saying nothing.

“Mike?”

After a moment, Mike said slowly in a low voice “I thought we had an agreement. I thought you swore do whatever I ordered you to do, no questions asked. I thought that by helping you out by fucking you repeatedly when I’m not gay, when I have no interest in sex with a guy, when I’m turned off by the whole prospect, when I need something…exotic to get me off, when I’m participating in your crazy shit, that you would hold up your end of the bargain. I now see I was mistaken. Just go away.” He turned his head away, pointedly not looking at Jason. Mike sounded aggrieved, as if somehow he were the injured party and not a sadistic control freak. But Jason knew he couldn’t afford to piss Mike off again.

“I know, Mike, and I’m really sorry, but I’m here to make it up to you.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“Well,…” and he held out the wet cloth again, “I guess I came back so I could do what you asked.”

“And what’s that?”

“You know…”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh. Okay, Mike, I came back so I could…so I could, uh…eat…uh…eat your ass.” The last was said in just above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.”

Jason shouted “I said I’ll EAT YOUR ASS, OKAY!?”

“Good. Now that we have that out of the way, you can put the cloth away, you won’t need it.”

Hope leapt in Jason’s heart as he ran to put the wet cloth in his bathroom sink. He ran back into Mike’s bedroom, and in his haste he forgot to crawl. Looking at Mike’s scowling face and pointing finger, he realized his mistake, ran back to the door, and got on his hands and knees. Crawling between Mike’s legs, he swiftly unbuckled Mike’s belt, unsnapped and unzipped his shorts, and slid them off his roommate’s legs.

Mike scooted down, raised his legs and said, “I was going easy on you yesterday, now you’re gonna have to eat it just like it is.”

The shock on Jason’s face was gone in an instant. He knew he had no choice, that arguing would just make things worse. With loathing horror, he leaned his face in toward Mike’s ass, and then froze. He just couldn’t make himself do it. Abruptly Mike grabbed a fistful of Jason’s hair and yanked him painfully forward, jamming Jason’s face hard in between his asscheeks. “I said EAT IT!”. He held Jason’s head firmly pressed against his ass for nearly a minute until he heard a sob and finally felt a tentative lick at his asshole. Letting Jason’s hair go, Mike reached down and pulled his own asscheeks wide apart, saying “keep going!”

Gagging repeatedly, Jason lightly grazed his tongue up the shaved crevice, barely touching at all, retching at the thought of what he was doing. Thankfully Mike’s ass was clean, but there was a slightly sour tang that made it impossible for him to pretend he wasn’t eating his roommate’s ass.

“Give it a kiss. No, not like that, a real kiss, pucker your lips and get ’em on my asshole. Good! Now put your lips around my hole and gently suckle it. Go on, do it! Unngggghhh, that feels nice! Okay, now lick. Keep your tongue moving up and down, back and forth, ’round and ’round. Lick harder!”

Jason found the strength to do as he was ordered. He hadn’t cried this hard for a couple of days, but found himself crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down his cheeks and making their way to drip on Mike’s ass. He kept his eyes firmly closed, trying to block out what he was doing.

“Open your eyes, I want you looking at me while you eat my ass!” Jason opened his eyes, looking over Mike’s stiffening cock and heavy balls to see Mike staring intently into his eyes. Jason kept at it, with Mike continuing to bark orders: “Suck harder!” “Flick your tongue faster!” “Get it wetter!” “More tongue!” And finally “Okay, now stick your tongue up my ass as far as you can. Farther! Goddammit, farther! Okay, now move it in and out, tongue-fuck my asshole!” “Faster, faster!”. Jason was openly sobbing now, aware that his misery was music to Mike’s ears. He had learned in the last month he’d been getting fucked that for some reason Mike was turned on the most when Jason was utterly disgusted.

Finally, just when Jason’s tongue started to cramp, Mike relented. “Okay, stop!” Jason sat back on his heels, and saw that Mike’s cock was as huge and hard as he’d ever seen it, the head swollen and purple, engorged with blood. Mike stood up, grabbed Jason’s hair in both his fists, and without ceremony jammed his massive cock into Jason’s mouth, thrusting in over and over. His hips became more frenzied, and he shouted “Use your tongue! Don’t just sit there like a loose hole, SUCK!” Jason was beginning to think that Mike had completely lost it, but he frantically started sucking in his cheeks and lashing the cock with his tongue as it jammed repeatedly against his throat. He uttered a series of “gurk, urk, guk, uhk” sounds, trying desperately to get a breath. Then to his horror, he heard Mike shout “You’d BETTER fucking SWALLOW!” and a moment later, with a loud groan he started shooting hot jets of thick heavy cum into Jason’s mouth.

“Mm-mm, MMMMpphh, MMMMMpphhhh!” Jason tried to object, to pull off the cock, to to tell Mike that he needed the cum up his ass, but it was too late. Mike was firmly gripping Jason head in both hands, yanking his head forward by his hair, making sure that every drop spewed into his roommate’s mouth. Mike finally slowed his facefucking and gave a heavy sigh of contentment. He kept one hand firmly on Jason’s head, clutching his hair and holding him in place while the other hand firmly squeezed the last deposit of cum down his shaft and into Jason’s mouth. He groaned and then said “Christ, that was fantastic!”. He patted Jason on the head and said, “You give great head, girl!”. And still trying to catch his breath he sat back down heavily on the chair.

Jason was retching and gagging, struggling to make himself swallow the large slimy pool of Mike’s heavy load that hadn’t gone straight down his throat. He finally regained control of himself, coughing and wiping his grimacing lips hard with the back of his arm, and whined, “Mike, I needed you to cum in my ass, not my mouth!”

Mike just smiled and said “Well, then you’ve learned a valuable lesson. Do what you’re told and things will work out better for you.”

“But what’m I gonna do? I’m fucking shaking I’m so miserable. I feel like a fucking junkie desperate for his next fix!”

“I guess that’s what you are, aren’t you? Maybe you should have thought of that before you pissed me off. Anyway, I haven’t said I won’t fuck you, it’ll just take me a little while to recover.”

“Mike, I’m sorry, man, I am! I won’t disobey again.” He knelt there, naked, miserable, his ass cleaned out and lubed, and had an idea. “Look, Mike, maybe I can get you in the mood so you can fuck me. I could…uh…eat your ass again man, you seemed to like that a lot.”

Mike grinned and said, “Well now, that’s interesting! I bet if you begged me hard enough I’d be willing to let you do that.”

Immediately Jason started begging, “Please Mike, please let me lick your ass. Please let me, man, let me do it.”

“Do what? What exactly do you want to do?”

Jason lost it. “Let me eat your ass man, I’m begging you! I can make you feel real good. Let me jam my tongue up your asshole and wiggle it around! Please let me munch on your hole, let me suck your tight ring, let me flick that hole with my tongue. I really need it, please man, I’ve got to suck your asshole!” He was a pathetic, desperate mess, and Mike finally relented.

“Well hell, if my girl wants to eat my ass that badly, who am I to deny her that pleasure.” He scooted back down in the chair, raised his legs, and reaching down he spread his cheeks again. And Jason dutifully got to work.

Jason thought he could sink no lower. His head was so fucked up that he hadn’t been able to get it up with Shannon at all. She had been surprised and a little freaked out by his clean shaved body, and made it clear she thought it was weird and thought he looked like a little boy. Every time he tried to make it with her, all he could think about was the humiliation of being used over and over by Mike in both his holes. Even more degrading, Mike had evidently decided that his favorite thing to make Jason do to pay for the privilege of having Mike fuck him was an extended rimjob.

Tonight Mike was lying flat on his stomach on the bed, naked with his legs parted widely, groaning contentedly. Jason knelt behind him, his elbows wide as he parted Mike’s muscular asscheeks with the four fingers of each hand, pulling them apart firmly to expose the wrinkled rosebud. He had been lapping at the twitching asshole for what seemed like hours, but every time he stopped, Mike just grunted impatiently. At one point Mike sighed and said “Man, Jennifer just won’t rim me, even though I do her. She says it’s just too gross, too demeaning.” Jason choked back a sob. When he just couldn’t take any more he whined “Mike, please, my tongue is about to fall off!”

Mike gave another sigh of pleasure and then said, “Okay, I guess you can start on my dick now.” and he rolled over, holding his straining erection pointed at the ceiling. Jason grimaced and after a moment engulfed the huge head of Mike’s leaking cock, swirling his exhausted tongue around to collect the precum that had drooled from Mike’s cockhead. He forced himself to swallow painfully every few minutes, choking down the clear sticky fluid.

Mike let go of his cock and put his hands behind his head. He was the picture of contentment, periodically uttering “Ahhh…good girl!” or “Oh, my little girl sucks cock so well!” Jason had begun to get used to the verbal abuse and just ignored the taunts. In the last few weeks he had learned how to suck Mike’s cock skillfully enough to keep him on the edge without cumming for over an hour. Until he had learned Mike’s telltale signals, he had sometimes inadvertently caused Mike to cum in his mouth. Not only did he have to swallow the disgusting thick, bitter, heavy load, but it meant that it might be hours more before he’d get the relief he craved. Worse, he always had to rim Mike even longer to get him in the mood again. Jason’s life had become one long excruciating gay orgy that he couldn’t figure out how to escape.

“Is my girl’s pussy getting hungry?” Mike taunted at last. Jason immediately let Mike’s erection slip from his mouth and eagerly said “Yes, please!” Mike laughed and said “My little girl is so eager! Let me see how horny she is. Show me your starving little cunt.” Jason hesitated, not sure what to do.

“Turn around and show me your wet little cunt!”

Immediately Jason spun around on his hands and knees, his pale, toned ass in Mike’s direction, knees spread wide to expose his lubed asshole. Mike said, “Well, it’s wet, but it doesn’t look that hungry to me. Its lips aren’t even moving.” Jason began furiously and rapidly squeezing his sphincter, making his wrinkled hole wink repeatedly at Mike. “That’s better! Let me see how hungry it really is.” He reached over and inserted his middle finger into the greased hole. Jason grunted with the unexpected penetration, but just to be safe he kept clamping his anal ring onto Mike’s finger, squeezing it over and over. Mike sawed his finger in and out for a moment, then added his index finger, pushing both deep into Jason’s tightening ass. Jason grunted again as Mike started slowly rotating his fingers, sliding them in and out, then after a minute he added a third finger.

“Uuunnnnggggghhhhhh!” Jason gave a long groan.

“Does my little girl like that? Is she turned on?” and with his fingers he sought the little knot of tissue that he knew would humiliate Jason even further. His fingertips found the outline of the swollen prostate and massaged it gently.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnn, oh no, please Mike! Stop!” Jason shuddered with a combination of revulsion and an uncontrollable wave of sexual heat. “Please stop!” Mike slapped him hard on the ass with his other hand and said “Quiet down, girl!” He continued the maddening stimulation and to Jason’s growing horror his own cock was lengthening, responding to the unwanted massage. There was nothing he could do about it, and in a moment, his fully engorged, throbbing, rigid erection was violently jerking up and down in time with the rubbing against his prostate.

“Oho! My little girl is really excited, look at her swollen little clit!” laughed Mike. Jason flushed with anger, but stayed quiet except for the inadvertent moans he couldn’t prevent. After several more minutes during which Jason fought to keep his approaching climax at bay, Mike removed his fingers and said “Okay, climb on, let’s see how talented that pussy really is.”

Immediately, Jason turned around and straddled Mike’s hips. He reached under his own ass, grabbed Mike’s massive cock to position it against his hole, and started sinking down on it. He was surprised to find that although it was an extremely tight fit, for the first time it didn’t really hurt that much as his asshole gobbled the entire fat pole in one stroke. He hated the idea that he was getting so used to having Mike’s huge cock up his ass that it was getting easy to take.

“Wow, that’s one hungry little pussy my girl has! She’s so eager to get fucked! Here, you need to clean me up.” And Mike put his wet, slimy fingers up to Jason’s face. Jason whimpered, but obediently sucked the fingers into his mouth, all together, and then each individual finger, sucking the ass slime and lube off and gulping it down with a grimace.

Mike withdrew his hand and then cupped Jason’s butt cheeks, playfully bouncing him up and down on his cock with both hands while jabbing sharply upward with his hips, driving his cock deep into Jason’s guts. Jason’s erection bobbed in time to the bouncing of his ass. He was dismayed that his erection, rather than deflating, was getting even firmer as the oversized head of Mike’s gigantic cock grazed his prostate over and over. With mounting horror he realized that he was racing toward orgasm, and he tried clamping down hard with his ass, panting, hoping to prevent himself from cumming. He gritted his teeth, desperate to avoid that ultimate humiliation. He didn’t think he’d be able to recover from that! He closed his eyes and mentally prayed to himself, “Don’t cum, don’t cum, Jesus Christ, don’t cum…” over and over, his lips moving silently.

Mike saw Jason’s distress and knew exactly what was happening. He immediately started pushing and pulling Jason’s ass back and forth on his cock, driving his hips upward to force more of his cock into Jason’s hole, intensifying the stimulation on Jason’s prostate. Jason gasped, shuddered, threw his head back and gave a strangled cry through gritted teeth, the cords of his neck muscles rigid. His cock jetted a huge wad of cum two feet into the air. Over and over Jason’s cock spat ropes of thick white semen skyward, coming back down to land on Mike’s chest and stomach. A few more weak shots thickly oozed from the head of his cock and ran down his shaft and shaved balls to form a pool in Mike’s pubes. Completely spent, he slumped his shoulders and began to cry, his face crimson with shame.

“Sshhhhh…shhhhhh!” soothed Mike, still holding Jason’s asscheeks in his hands. Jason shook with sobs for a few more moments, gradually calming down. Looking down at Mike, he said “Why do you have to be such an asshole? Why are you treating me like this? I don’t want to do this anymore, fuck!” Mike continued to shush his roommate, soothingly patting Jason’s asscheeks with his hands. Jason awkwardly wiped the tears off his face with his fingers and let out a huge sigh.

Mike said “Look, man, you know I’m not gay so this whole situation freaks me out, it’s gross. I told you the only way I can get it up to fuck you at all is to pretend you’re a chick. And for some reason it’s hotter for me if you’re humiliated, I don’t know why. But if you want me to keep doing this, you’re gonna have to get used to my being an ‘asshole’, as you put it. We’re not lovers, I’m not going to fall for you, the thought of sex with you turns me off. I’m just trying to get off so you get what you need and we can move on, got it?”

Jason sat immobile for a moment, and then nodded, then wiped again at his tear-filled eyes and runny nose with the back of his arm.

“Now, we still have a problem. You got off, boy did you ever get off!”—at this, Jason blushed furiously—“but I haven’t, and until I do, you’re not gonna get any relief. Jason nodded again, and started moving up and down again on Mike’s cock. Mike grabbed his hips and held him down to stop his fucking, and Jason looked at him quizzically.

“So are you ready for me to go back into asshole mode?”

“I…I guess, if you have to.”

“Okay. Then I think it would be really hot and help me get off if my little girl scooped up her cum and ate it for me.”

Jason closed his eyes and shuddered. This was really fucked up, and he realized that as bad as repeatedly being forced to swallow Mike’s cum was, for some reason he was even more revolted by the thought of being forced to eat his own. He briefly thought of refusing, but knew he really had no choice. He opened his eyes, reached down to the cooling pools of cum on Mike’s stomach, and gathered a large wad with his fingertips and thumb, dangling strands of sticky goo. He silently cursed himself for having had such an explosive orgasm, for having spewed so much cum. He mentally girded himself, and then brought his hand up above his open mouth, letting the heavy mass of cum drop onto his tongue. He closed his mouth and after a moment forced himself to swallow, retching slightly as the bitter, salty, bleachy gelatinous mass slid down his throat. He did this three more times, grimacing each time as he tried to block out what he was doing. Absently he noticed that his cum tasted different than Mike’s, and then again mentally cursed himself for noticing. Finally he scraped his index finger across Mike’s chest and stomach, gathering the last few strings of sticky white cum and sucking it from his finger.

Mike said, “Good girl, that was hot!” and started gently moving Jason’s hips back and forth, rocking on his dick. Jason started moving up and down on Mike’s erection, his hole stretched tight around the shaft. Mike barked “Tighten that pussy, make me cum!” Jason clenched has ass as hard as he could on the upstroke and then released as he sank back down, gritting his teeth against the pain. Mike started thrusting up into Jason faster and faster, beginning to breathe harder and then minutes later starting to pant. With a bellow he emptied his load high up into Jason’s guts, so spent that he sagged back onto the bed, coughing, trying to catch his breath.

Jason gradually slowed his fucking, still clenching his ass on each upstroke, drawing out Mike’s pleasure as Mike had trained him to do. Finally he stopped, and slowly and carefully eased himself off of Mike’s deflating cock. Before he could completely tighten his ass, a flood of cum spilled from his hole and drenched Mike’s cock and pubes. Without a pause, he bent his head over Mike’s dick and started sucking and licking Mike clean, as Mike had ordered him to do after each fuck. He spent more time sucking the mingled cum from Mike’s pubes. He shuddered at the sudden realization that he was eating his second load of cum of the night. He thought sadly that he might not be able to get rid of the acrid taste of cum from eating these loads, might never get the taste of cum out of his mouth again.

“Jason, I’m still having trouble convincing myself that I’m fucking a girl, and it’s making it hard for me to get off.”

Jason froze, wondering what new demands were coming. “Uh…how can I help?”

“I need your pussy to look more like a real pussy. But don’t worry, I got you something that will help!”

Jason’s whole body tensed—changing the appearance of his asshole sounded like something that might be really painful and certainly humiliating. It suddenly occurred to him that Mike might be contemplating some perverse kind of surgery, and his heart began to pound.

Mike opened a drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a tube, handing it to Jason. “Here, this will take some time, but it will transform your tight little brown pussy into a light pink mouth. Let’s start tonight!”

Jason looked at the tube, which was labeled Amaira Natural Intimate Skincare. He relaxed slightly, realizing that while this might be strange, it didn’t seem like it would be too intrusive or painful.

“You rub some on your pussy lips and around the hole every morning and every night, and it will gradually bleach your pussy until its lips are light pink, just like a girl’s pussy, isn’t that great?”

“I…I guess. Uh…thanks?”

“Glad to help. I know you’ve probably been self-conscious about the color of your pussy, and I didn’t want you to feel bad. And I’m sure a prettier pussy will help me get off much quicker.”

Much of the next couple of weeks was spent trying new positions that Mike thought up. Jason’s misery was compounded by the fact that evidently his prostate had been ‘awakened’ by Mike’s fingering and subsequent fucking. Now, every time Mike penetrated him, Jason’s prostate pulsed when Mike’s cockhead grazed it, and he couldn’t keep himself from getting a rigid erection. Mike would always compliment him on how sensitive his ‘clit’ was getting. Jason had always felt confident in his virility, he’d seduced more than a dozen girls in the last two years, and none of his many conquests had ever complained about the size of his dick. But in comparison to Mike’s huge cock he was beginning to feel inadequate, and having his penis called a ‘clit’ repeatedly just made him feel worse.

For the first two weeks after his prostate orgasm Jason had been able to keep from cumming while riding Mike’s dick, though it had been a struggle. But the last few times Mike had pounded his hole he had erupted in a blinding orgasm each time, spraying cum all over Mike’s torso, or all over himself, or all over the sheets, depending on the position. Each time, Mike had complimented ‘his girl’ for getting off, and forced him to lick the load up. Eating cum was something he was getting so accustomed to that he no longer retched, but he was still unable to stop his tears from spilling each time. His face burned with shame every time he tasted cum on his tongue.

Tonight Mike had Jason lying on his side and was straddling his left leg, which was lying on the bed. He had Jason’s right ankle hooked over his shoulder as he knelt, skewering Jason’s perfectly sculpted ass over and over. Jason’s ‘clit’ was as hard as it had ever been, bouncing and waving with each thrust, and jerking to rigid attention when the angle of Mike’s cock hit his prostate particularly hard. Because that made Jason’s ass convulse on his cock, Mike sought to drive his cockhead against Jason’s prostate as often as possible. For the first time, Mike had been intentionally savoring this fuck, slowing down if he got too close to orgasm, speeding up when the crest had receded. He ignored Jason’s complaints, so Jason was now just desperately waiting for Mike to finish.

Another thrust hit Jason’s prostate particularly hard, and with an inarticulate cry Jason erupted in orgasm, spraying Mike’s pillow and headboard repeatedly with long ropes of thick white cum. His anus squeezed hard on Mike’s cock over and over, and Mike stopped thrusting, with only the head of his cock in Jason’s ass, enjoying the rhythmic tight squeezing of Jason’s orgasmic anal spasms just under his sensitive glans. After a few moments, Jason regained his breath, and Mike began thrusting into his ass again.

Jason ass was now exquisitely sensitive. His orgasm had drained his prostate, which had convulsed violently over and over to expel the jets of semen, and the renewed battering the exhausted gland was taking was causing a deep ache. Jason looked back over his shoulder at Mike and gasped “I thought you wanted to get these sessions over with, what’s the deal?”

Mike just grinned and said “I may not be gay, but if I have to fuck you I’m gonna make it as good for me as I can.” Jason just braced himself and sighed in resignation. After fifteen more minutes of relentless fucking, Mike’s thrusts started to get more irregular as he started to lose control, much to Jason’s relief. Jason’s dick was lengthening again, and the thought of possibly cumming twice in one session was freaking him out. Unfortunately for him, Mike saw the effect he was having on Jason, and willed himself to slow down, aiming directly for Jason’s prostate again with the tip of his cock as he sawed in and out with shallow strokes.

“Is my little girl gonna cum again?” Mike asked.

“NO!”

Mike kept battering Jason’s prostate over and over, trying different angles, finding the most effective, until Jason’s cock was again swollen and purple, throbbing with need. By this time Mike had been fucking him for nearly an hour, and Jason’s assring was so tired that he couldn’t tighten it any longer. The leg on Mike’s shoulder was beginning to cramp, so he shifted to find a more comfortable position. That was a big mistake. The new position somehow gave Mike a more direct line to his prostate, and after a few strokes, Jason’s cock was spilling another, smaller load onto Mike’s sheets. Mike grinned in triumph and sped up his fucking until with a shout he came deep into Jason’s guts.

After they both caught their breath, Mike started in on Jason. “My little girl came twice on my big cock, good girl! She really loves my dick in her pussy, eh?” He slowly slid his cock out of Jason’s ass, noting that the anal ring was pink and puffy and leaking a river of cum, too tired and weak to close fully. He’d certainly given it a good workout tonight.

Mike lowered Jason’s elevated leg. Without being asked and despite his exhaustion, Jason slowly turned around and hoovered up Mike’s glistening erection, streaked with white, cleaning it with his tongue and lips. In the meantime, his ass had leaked cum down his inner thighs and all over Mike’s bed. The whole bed seemed to be spattered with cum — the pillows, sheets, even the headboard had evidence of splatters of semen. Wearily, with cheeks blazing in humiliation and tears streaming down his face Jason sucked the cum out of the pillows and sheets, licked it from the headboard, scooped up the rivulets of cum running down the inside of his thighs, ate it, and then started stripping the bed. He was doing Mike’s sheets almost every time they fucked, and he was really getting tired of it.

Mike got up to let Jason gather the sheets, slapped Jason on his bare butt and strode out of the room, heading for the kitchen to get something to drink. He was completely drained and parched from the lengthy fuck session, and wanted to replenish the fluids he’d lost in sweat and cum.

Jason retreated to his bathroom to clean himself up. He used a hand mirror to take a close look at his poor abused hole, noticing that his pussy was swollen and still slightly open, and also vastly more sensitive, still throbbing with pain. He cursed himself silently for thinking of the anal ring as his ‘pussy’, he just had to get a grip on himself, he was cracking up! He squeezed some aloe cream on the tip of his index finger and gingerly traced over and around his anus with his finger, spreading the cream and soothing the inflamed tissues. He noticed with chagrin that the bleaching cream Mike had given him was working, the brown color around his anus was gradually fading and becoming a light pink hue.

A few minutes later, Jason went into the kitchen, heading for the fridge. Both he and Mike were still naked, but the heavy eroticism of sex was gone so it was just two roommates hanging out. In fact, as Jason had hoped, Mike generally treated him pretty normally outside the bedroom. It was like having two different relationships, something he found very strange. They never talked about their sexual activities in between sessions, both of them preferring to compartmentalize the sex. But this time Mike surprised Jason by talking about the session they’d just had.

“Jason, your loss of control is getting to be a problem.”

Blushing furiously, Jason said “What do you mean?”

“I mean you can’t stop yourself from spraying cum all over my room, and it’s getting ridiculous. I know how to fix it, but I need you to lend me your credit card.”

“Why, what are you planning to buy?”

“It’s a surprise. But don’t worry, I’m not gonna go on a shopping spree, I just want to get one thing, and it’s a little outside my price range.”

“How far outside your price range?”

“It’s about $1,500, nothing you and your trust fund can’t handle, and it’s for you anyway.”

Reluctantly Jason fetched his wallet and fished out the black aluminum AMEX card signifying the buying status inherited from his father, handing it over to Mike. Mike put it on the counter and said, “It should be here in a few days. What’re you gonna do for the rest of the night? Are you gonna see Shannon?”

“Naw, she told me to get lost.”

“Really? Damn, that sucks, sorry dude.”

“Yeah, well, she wasn’t too keen on continuing to see someone who looks like he’s ten years old and who can’t get it up. I guess I can hardly blame her.”

“Yeah, I suppose. How’re the guys on the team dealing with your new look?”

“They’re giving me shit every day, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. It’s all in fun, at least for them. They’re pretty merciless, but as long as I’m still winning I guess they won’t care that much. Of course, telling them that it’s Shannon’s idea isn’t going to wash for much longer.”

Mike fucked Jason again a couple of days later, and Jason came again, though he was on his back, so he was able to pick it up with his fingers and eat it without getting any on Mike’s sheets. Despite the tears welling in his eyes, it almost felt normal which scared the hell out of Jason. He couldn’t stand the thought of getting so used to cumming with Mike’s cock up his ass, so used to eating his own cum and Mike’s that it didn’t even as strange any longer.

The next day, a small package arrived in the afternoon, and Mike hid it away in his room. Jason was curious, but knew he’d find out what it was soon enough.

The following day, he found out, and wished he hadn’t. He knocked on Mike’s door, waiting patiently to be let in. Mike pulled open the door and ushered his naked and smooth roommate into his room. Mike was also naked, his prodigious cock swinging as he walked to his desk to retrieve the package.

“I guess you’re wondering what was in this?” said Mike.

“Well, I know from the notification I got on my phone that it’s from a custom jeweler on Cherry Street, but that’s all I know.”

“Correct. I bought you something that will help you with your little problem of painting the whole room with cum when you get fucked.” Jason turned crimson. Mike opened the box and pulled out a small item made of what looked like a gold mesh pouch attached to a small but sturdy bracelet-sized gold ring. The ring had a hinge and a sliding clasp, and Jason couldn’t figure out what it was.

“This is a chastity device. Most of them are clunky and medieval and look ridiculous, this one is elegant and stylish, made of 10 karat gold. According to the jeweler, even 14 karat gold mesh is too soft to reliably confine an insistently swelling erection.”

“I don’t understand, what’s it for?”

“Every time I fuck you, you’re going to put this around your cock and balls before we start. It’ll keep you from getting too carried away.” He held up the small shimmering gold pouch, and Jason winced. “How does it work?”

Mike separated the hinged gold ring at the clasp and said “You open this wide, tuck your junk into the mesh pouch, and close the ring around the base of your cock and balls. Once it’s locked into place, it’ll keep you from getting an erection and you won’t be able to cum. Here, put it on.” and he handed the gold jewelry to Jason.

Jason opened the clasp wider, gingerly inserting his cock and balls into the mesh pouch. His flaccid cock and shaved balls completely filled the small pouch. He slowly rotated the clasp closed, and the diameter of the ring shrank, fitting very snugly around his junk until he felt and heard the ‘click’. Too late, he realized he didn’t know how to open it, and started pulling at the ring, trying to get it to release his cock and balls. “It won’t open without this,” said Mike, holding an oddly shaped curved piece of gold with a set of prongs in a strange pattern on the surface, matching a pattern of small holes in the ring. “This is the key, and it stays with me.” Jason panicked for a moment, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he stopped yanking on the ring.

“Okay, let’s get started” said Mike. “Let’s get me in the mood first. How about a long, slow, wet rimjob?”

“Fine,” said Jason resignedly, walking over to the bed.

“Where are you going?” Mike said, “Just lie down here on the floor.” Sighing, Jason walked back over to Mike and reclined on the floor under him. Mike stood over Jason, one foot on either side of his head, and bent his legs, kneeling astride Jason’s torso and sitting his naked butt down on Jason’s face. He started grinding his ass back and forth onto Jason’s mouth. Jason dutifully extended his tongue and started licking the moving hole. He reached up and put his hands on Mike’s asscheeks, spreading them apart with his thumbs and spearing the hole in the middle with his tongue. Mike’s hole twitched in response to each thrust of Jason’s tongue. After half an hour, with Jason nearly at his limit, Mike stood up, his thundering erection impressively bobbing in front of him. He motioned Jason to the bed.

Jason climbed on the bed and then looked at Mike, waiting for Mike to tell him what position he wanted Jason in. Mike simply said “on your side,” and Jason realized Mike was going to recreate the position of four nights earlier, the one that had made him cum twice in rapid succession. He dreaded what was coming.

A few moments later Mike’s cock was pushing hard against Jason’s asshole, Jason’s upper leg propped on Mike’s shoulder. Mike noticed that Jason’s anal bleaching was working, the skin surrounding Jason’s “pussy” was getting lighter, and he complimented his furiously blushing roommate on how much ‘prettier’ his pussy was getting.

Mike’s cockhead swiftly popped past the swollen pink ring of muscle and with a firm thrust, Mike slid his whole cock inside. Jason gasped and the familiar feeling of stimulation against his prostate started. He began his normal routine of rhythmically clamping the muscles of his anus down to stimulate Mike’s cock, hoping to get his roommate off quickly. His own cock started to swell, but was blocked by the mesh. In moments, his junk was bulging hard against the mesh pouch, stuffing it full and straining to break through the bonds, beginning to turn light purple. The mesh held, and before long the whole overstuffed pouch was bouncing rhythmically each time Mike stabbed into him.

Jason soon realized that Mike’s solution was diabolical but effective. His cock was straining to become erect, but swelled only as far as the pouch allowed. It was uncomfortable but not really painful, and at least he would no longer suffer the humiliation of cumming on the end of Mike’s dick.

But despite his cock not getting hard, Jason’s prostate was still going into overdrive with the constant stimulation from Mike’s swollen cockhead. He began to suffer the strange feeling of slowly building to a gigantic climax, but without his cock involved. His prostate was sending wild pleasure impulses to his brain, over and over, now pulsing with the most intense sensations he’d ever experienced during sex. He was panting uncontrollably, his ass involuntarily clenching in time with the throbbing of his prostate. Finally, with a loud drawn-out groan, he began to cum. But something was wrong, his cock wasn’t hard, wasn’t shooting his load. Instead, his cockhead began to ooze a steady stream of thick, viscous white fluid through the mesh, and unlike any previous orgasm he’d had, the climax didn’t stop. Instead, the muscles surrounding his prostate kept clenching erratically. The pleasure was just too great, he couldn’t stand it, it was driving him completely insane. He uttered inarticulate groans, moaning through wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, but there was no plateau, the pleasure kept climbing higher and higher. His moans turned to higher pitched, louder groans with every thrust of Mike’s cock into his ass.

“Gaaaaawwwwwddddddd…Aaahaahhhhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh, godddddddddd, pleeeeease, please stooooooooooop, I can’t, ah, ah, ugh, I can’t…ta-ta-take it anymore, aaaaaAAAAHHHHHHH…..”

Mike just kept jabbing his cock into Jason’s helpless ass, angling it high to hit Jason’s prostate head-on over and over. Each thrust brought a groan or a gasp or a high-pitched squeak, and Jason’s panting became more rapid. He was drooling out of the corner of his mouth, unable to swallow. He was quickly starting to hyperventilate, but rather than ing out, he was a captive to the ecstasy radiating from his prostate. His çock was still oozing a steady, ever-growing stream of white goo that had completely covered the gold mesh pouch and was beginning to drip onto the sheets. His orgasm had been going on for two or three minutes and showed no signs of easing—it was getting more intense with every ing second. He hadn’t known his body could give him this level of pleasure, and wasn’t sure how long he could endure it without dying.

None of Jason’s plight escaped Mike’s notice, and he grinned as he redoubled his efforts fucking Jason’s ass, angling to push against the walnut-sized gland as much as he could. He slammed into his roommate’s ass over and over, his cock loudly squelching through the lubricant that Jason had applied liberally. Five, ten more minutes of intense fucking and Mike was approaching his climax. Abruptly Jason lost his balance and toppled onto the bed. Without missing a beat Mike followed him down, Jason’s legs now spread impossibly wide, and continued to plow into his ass. He went into overdrive, pile-driving into Jason’s abused anus, his hips slamming into Jason’s buttcheeks rapidly with loud slapping sounds, finally jetting wads of thick hot cum into his ass.

Mike dropped Jason’s right leg from its position painfully bent over his shoulder, and then fell forward on his exhausted roommate, his own cock still buried to the hilt in Jason’s butt, his hips still jerking erratically as his cock spat out its heavy load. Incredibly, he felt the hot anus continuing to clench rhythmically on his cock, Jason still in the throes of an unrelenting prostate orgasm. Despite having fallen nearly unconscious, Jason was involuntarily thrusting his hips back and forth onto Mike’s cock, his asshole spasming wildly on the hard pole embedded far up his ass. Slowly, gradually, his convulsive clenching tapered off, became less strong, and with a huge “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh” his muscles went slack.

Minutes ed before Jason began to breathe more normally. He uttered a “Whaaaa…wh…what happened? Gawd!” And he shuddered again, his prostate giving him a few last pulses that clenched his ass on Mike’s slowly softening organ.

Jason was trying to process his body’s reactions. His prostate felt like it had been through a marathon, the muscles surrounding it had squeezed so hard and so rapidly that they were completely expended and incredibly sore. But that wasn’t what bothered him. He couldn’t reconcile that, without having an erection, he’d just had the most intense and fantastic orgasm he’d ever had, one that nearly drove him out of his mind. He’d never had an orgasm that lasted more than five or six seconds — this one had lasted minutes, and the pleasure had climbed higher than he thought possible. He groaned, and rolled over. His cock and balls were now a darker purple, and still straining against the bonds of his gilded cage, which was slick with cum. If the goal of the chastity device was for him to make less of a mess, that plan had spectacularly failed. There was more semen oozing from his mesh pouch than he’d ever cum in his life, and it was still slowly leaking from his cockhead. There was a heavy wet smear of his cum on the sheet where his bound genitals had been mashed against the bed.

Mike didn’t seem to care, though. He looked triumphant, his grin showing his elation at what had happened. “Wow, my little girl really had a good time with my cock in her hungry pussy, didn’t she?”

Jason blushed, but said nothing. What could he say? It had been amazing! He knew he wasn’t gay, knew it to his core. He still anticipated every sexual encounter with Mike with dread and disgust, not lust. He had only ever been attracted to women, and still his sexual fantasies revolved around the many girls he had seduced over the years. The most exciting had been the innocent ones, the virgins that had fallen in love with the rich, handsome tennis star and had fantasized about his falling in love with them. When he finally bedded them, the sex for him had been enhanced by knowing he was their first, that they would never forget him. But none of those experiences had come close to being as intense as this one. He had to it, the sex with Mike had gone from a teeth-gritting, get-it-over-with, painful humiliation to an exciting, mind-blowing, earth-shattering humiliation.

He looked over at Mike, who was still smiling. He shook his head to clear it, and then said “Christ, that was intense! But, God! I’m tired of being treated like a fucking sex slave!”

Mike’s smile vanished. He said, “Well, why don’t you take another look at who’s really the ‘sex slave’. I’m at your beck and call, forced to get it up and jam my dick in your pussy, and is it my idea? No. It’s the last thing I’d like to do, but do I get a choice? No again, you’ve made that clear. If I don’t give you what you want, you guilt me into it by telling me you’ll just die if I don’t fuck you. So here I am, performing on command like a goddamned trained monkey. Who the fuck is the sex slave here?” His voice had grown increasingly harsh as he spoke.

Jason looked abashed and, suitably chastened he said “yeah, okay, I’m sorry, I know I’m not really understanding how this is affecting you, but damn, when you’re fucking me you treat me like shit.”

“Okay, let’s go over that again. First, you already know why I’m controlling — I can’t get off without it, and if I don’t get off, you don’t get relief. I thought that was the whole reason we’re going through this nightmare. Second, if somebody gave me the best orgasm of my whole…Fucking…LIFE!, I’m not sure I would call it being treated like shit. You fucking came your brains out, I’ve never seen anybody come that hard in my life!”

Jason blushed even harder than before, his whole face suffused with blood. He said, “Yeah, well, I don’t know what happened. That was fucking weird!”

“How long did you cum? It must’ve been more than ten minutes, man! Seriously, that was just wild, I thought you might have a stroke, you just lost it.”

“And you didn’t know that would happen?”

“How could I?”

“Well, you stuck me in the fucking pouch!”

“Yeah, I thought that would keep you from cumming at all, not turn you into a living, breathing orgasm!”

“Okay, yeah, I guess that makes sense. Anyway, let’s just drop it.”

“Not yet, you haven’t cleaned us up yet.”

“Hey, c’mon man, I’m wiped out!”

“Well, then you probably need something to eat. Why don’t you start with all this cum that’s all over us and all over my bed. Again.”

“Fine!” And Jason bent over as always, with a grimace he sucked up the cum and slime from Mike’s deflating cock, his balls, and his pubic hair. Then he turned to the sheets, where much of the huge load that had oozed nonstop out of his own cock had ended up when he fell. When he was done there, he looked at Mike, expecting him to remove the device. Mike pointed down and said “Wipe that shit off your new present and eat it.” Groaning, Jason cupped his bound junk, squeezing and pushing a flood of cum into his other hand and licking it up. He did this two or three more times until only a little moisture inside the mesh remained.

Mike unlocked the device and Jason brought it up to his face so he could suck the mesh into his mouth, cleaning out the cum with his tongue. He then wiped his now freed cock and balls with his hand, licking up the final drops of cum from his fingers. He cupped his hand and scooped up the thread of cum leaking from his pussy and down the back of his thigh, then brought it up to his mouth and licked his palm. It suddenly dawned on him this was the first time he’d eaten all their cum without crying. The realization depressed him, he hated the thought that he’d gotten used to yet another searing humiliation.

Mike handed him back the device. “Now put it back on.” Jason shook his head, “Hey, c’mon, we’re done here, right?”

“We’re done when I say we’re done. Now put it back on.”

Jason sneered “Yes, Master!” reinforcing his earlier point of feeling like a slave. Mike just stared at Jason, his expression unyielding. Jason reached down and tucked his cock and balls back into the still wet mesh pouch, snapping the ring snugly around the base.

“Good girl! You’ll be wearing that a lot.”

“I can’t shower with the guys in this thing!”

“That’s one of the times you won’t have to wear it. But I want to train your cock to stop shooting cum all over the place, so you’ll wear it whenever I say. I hope it works better in the future than it did today!”

Jason just turned and stalked out of the room, the glittering pouch bobbing with every step.

“Jase, I’m having a problem.” Mike had followed Jason into his room when he came home from practice.

Jason tensed, then willed himself to relax and ask “What’s that, Mike?”

“Well, I’m still having trouble pretending you’re a girl, and it’s kinda grossing me out when I fuck you.”

“Uh, Mike, I guess…I guess I can try to act more like a girl, if that’ll help.”

“No, that would just be weird. The problem is with my eyes closed, your pussy feels just great. Then I open my eyes and look down and what do I see?”

“Uh, what? My junk?”

“No, the pouch is taking care of that. No, the first thing I see is…no tits!”

“Jesus Mike, I don’t want…”

“Shut up and listen! I don’t want you to get implants or to take hormones or whatever. I’m not interested in you being a trans.”

“Then what…”

“Just listen. I realized that one of the things that really turns me on when I’m with Jennifer is playing with her big nips, it just really gets me hot and makes her horny too. I figure if we can enlarge your nipples, get ’em to stand out a little more, I can get off really quick.”

“But Mike, how…”

“Enough talking, let’s do something about it. I bought you something.”

Jason bit his lip, dreading what was coming. Mike handed him a small box. Inside was a set of small, clear silicone suction cups of different sizes, in pairs. Jason looked up at Mike blankly.

“They’re called Supple Nipps. Here, let me show you how they work. You just take a little chapstick and rub it on your nipples,” he proceeded to do just that, coating Jason’s large brown flat disks and the tiny nubs in the middle, which crinkled slightly with the stimulation. “Then you do the same for the rim of the cups — here, let’s start with the smallest pair”, and he coated them, “then you squeeze all the air out, stick them on your nips, and voila!” When he released the compressed cups, they immediately tried to re-inflate to their original shape, slowly pulling Jason’s nipples outward. His nipples swelled and gradually filled the cups as Jason moaned.

“Sounds like my little girl enjoys having her nipples played with,” teased Mike. I want you to wear these whenever you’re at home. You can take them off while you’re out, I don’t want you to be embarrassed by people seeing your titty cups through your shirt,” Jason dreaded getting used to these, but he’d gotten used to a lot worse, he thought.

Over the next few days, Jason’s nipples were constantly swollen, filling out the small silicone cups. Each time Mike removed them, his nipples were larger, and the brown wrinkled skin, which was turning brownish-pink, became more and more wrinkled and more and more sensitive. Mike had started reaching out and squeezing Jason’s nipples during sex, which for some reason made the muscles around Jason’s prostate clench hard, like a bolt of electricity driving flashes of sexual heat directly to Jason’s crotch.

After several weeks, and going up a cup size twice in that time, Jason’s nipples had become permanently swollen and visible through a thin shirt. His tennis whites were just thick enough to make them less noticeable, but during the course of a match, when the shirt became sodden with sweat, the prominent bumps on his chest were becoming evident. His teammates never confronted him about it, but he could see their puzzled stares at his chest in the shower.

Mike then started playing with Jason’s nipples all the time during sex, something Jason hated. It was incredibly stimulating, and now every time Mike brushed, tickled, twisted, or squeezed his large nipples, his prostate clenched, his anus twitched, and a wave of heat went straight to his dick. He was mortified that as his nipples got larger and larger, they had become so much more sensitive too.

“Have you thought about what the hell you’re going to do when the semester ends in a couple of weeks?” Mike was watching TV in the den when Jason had come in from practice. “I’m going back home to my landscaping job, I can’t afford to come back to school if I haven’t made some money. And I’m sure as hell not taking you home with me!”

Jason had been thinking hard about this for the last several weeks.”I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’ll work yet. I should know very soon.”

“If it involves me, I’d like to know what you’re cooking up.”

“Don’t worry, I think it’ll work, and I’m pretty sure you’re going to approve, but it’s a surprise, and I don’t want to jinx it!”

Mike scowled a little, but let it go. Jason tried to clear his throat—something he’d been doing a lot for the last several days.

“You okay?”

“Yeah it’s just allergies, they always hit me in the spring. Give me a tickle in my throat that I can’t seem to get rid of. I’ll get some Claritin and it’ll go away.” And he coughed several times, swallowed hard, cleared his throat loudly for a full half a minute, and shook his head.

Mike went into his room to work on a term paper for his Abnormal Psychology class, leaving Jason in the kitchen to clean up.

When Mike came out a couple of hours later to head to school to meet with his advisor, he found Jason still sitting in the kitchen. He’d washed the dishes, and was sitting with a mug of coffee in front of him, still loudly clearing his throat. Mike raised an eyebrow in his direction, nonverbally asking again if he was okay. Jason just waved him off, then started a series of dry coughs.

When Mike returned a couple of hours later, he was elated. His advisor had been really happy with his progress on his research project, and had offered Mike a research assistantship over the summer, one that paid well. It wasn’t quite as much as he would make over the summer landscaping back home, but it was close enough to be attractive.

When he walked in, Jason was sitting in the den. A bottle of champagne and two glasses were sitting on the table, and Jason had a big grin on his face. He pulled the open bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket and wiped it with a towel, asking Mike “How’d your meeting with Davis go?” Mike chuckled and said, “So that was the big surprise. I wondered why he decided to give me the assistantship, he’d never mentioned it before.”

“Dad’s a big donor and he just called in a favor. I hope you’re not mad?” Jason poured two glasses of champagne.

“Well, it’s kinda weird for my straight, rich roommate to arrange with his wealthy Dad for me to stick around so I can fuck him all summer long, but it beats the landscaping job I was gonna do. Landscaping during the summer in Atlanta kinda sucks. And I get to keep making progress on my research.” And he took the full champagne glass from Jason’s outstretched hand.

“Then let’s have a toast! To my roommate Mike, the most accommodating guy I know!”

Mike raised his glass to clink it against Jason’s. They started to drink, but Jason’s glass spilled as he went into a coughing spasm.

“Damn, dude, you’ve got to go to student health. You getting pneumonia or something?”

Jason finally managed to stop coughing, and with teary eyes he croaked “Naw, man, it’s just this tickle in my throat just won’t leave me alone. I thought it was allergies and it would go away, but I took some Claritin and it’s just getting worse, way worse than it’s been in the past. It’s way down deep, in the middle of my chest, and it’s driving me crazy.”

Mike froze, and then slowly said “It’s not an itch, is it?”

Jason thought for a moment, and said “No-o-o…” He suddenly looked apprehensive. “But it’s getting really bad. I’ve tried drinking water, I’ve tried pounding on my chest, I’ve even swallowed a spoonful of sugar hoping it would help, nothing’s worked so far.”

Mike stared at his roommate, and after a moment Jason said “What?”

“Probably nothing, but the last time you had a feeling you couldn’t shake, it kinda took over our lives.”

“Yeah”, said Jason, “yeah…,” a little perturbed by the thought. He cleared his throat again. “Let’s hope it’s nothing like that.”

“Amen.”

At three in the morning, Mike was awakened from a deep sleep by a steady knocking on his door. He heard coughing from the other side, and a muffled “Mike? Mike? Are you up? Mike?”

Wearily Mike called out “I am now! Come on in.” He turned on the lamp.

Jason entered, still coughing and looking miserable. He walked over and sat on Mike’s bed. “I’m afraid it’s what we both dreaded Mike, I figured it out.”

“What’s that mean?”

Jason shifted uncomfortably, coughed, and said “I mean, I know how to cough fix this, the same way I knew how cough…cough to fix my other…uh…problem.”

Mike said “look, I’m already fucking you every other day, if it’s the same solution…”

“No, not quite. Mike, I’m sorry but I think, no I know, the only way to fix this is for you to…uh…cough…cough…to cum deep in my throat.”

Mike stared at his roommate for a moment, then yelled “How the fuck do you know that!? How can you possibly decide that’s the solution? And don’t I get any say about this? Are you trying to make me gay?”

While Mike was ranting, Jason had coughed furiously, and managed to temporarily overcome the tickle. “First, I don’t know why I’m so certain, but I am. I know that’s the only way to…cough…to get rid of this thing, just like I knew about the other problem. Second, yeah, you’ve always had a say. You could walk away any time and just leave…cough…cough…leave me to suffer. And, no, I’m not trying to turn you gay, and I’m not gay either. I just need your help!” He started coughing uncontrollably.

Mike snarled “FUCK! When is this crazy shit gonna end? I just fucked you last night and now I’ve got to cum in your throat too? You’ve got to see a shrink, man, I’m serious.”

“I will, I promise. But for now can you just…cough…do this for me?”

Mike stood lost in thought for a moment, then shook himself from his reverie and snapped “Fine!” And he stripped off his sleep shorts and, now naked, sat down in the chair.

Jason, trying to keep from annoying Mike any further, crawled between Mike’s legs. He lifted Mike’s flaccid penis in his hand, leaned forward, and gently closed his lips around the large head of Mike’s cock. He began swirling his tongue around the sensitive glans, trying to coax Mike’s cock to rise, to fully wake Mike up from his recent deep sleep. With no signs of success, after a minute he changed tactics, moving lower to lap at Mike’s shaved balls. After another minute he turned his head as a coughing spasm wracked him. Then, turning back to Mike, he saw he still wasn’t making any progress so he put his hands behind Mike’s knees, lifted them to expose Mike’s wrinkled rosebud, and dove in to rapidly and vigorously lick and suck on Mike’s sensitive asshole.

Mike let out a huge sigh of pleasure and put his right hand on the top of Jason’s head, firmly pulling it into his ass. He started thrusting his hips upward, rhythmically rubbing his asshole back and forth on Jason’s tongue and lips. “That’s my girl! Ahhhh, ahhhh,…” he moaned, and to Jason’s relief, Mike’s cock started to inflate, pulsing with his heartbeat and then jerking upward every time Jason’s tongue penetrated his ass. Mike moaned “Jesus Christ! You eat ass so well!”

When Mike’s cock was at full mast, Jason dove on it with his mouth, jamming his throat onto the head of Mike’s cock. He had never deep-throated Mike, though Mike had battered the back of his throat in the past. He knew deep down that he had to get the shaft all the way down his throat if he was going to get any relief, but he soon began to realize that it might be harder than he had hoped. Every time he tried to squeeze the huge cock into his throat, he retched and choked, tears streaming down his face, and was forced to back off. A dozen times he steeled himself and tried to throat the cock, and a dozen times he had to abandon the effort, defeated. He pulled off Mike’s dick, strands of thick saliva and mucus connecting his lips and Mike’s shaft. He coughed violently for a few moments, and then gasped “It’s too big! I can’t do it, I can’t fucking do it! Goddammit!” and he started to cry in frustration.

“Dude, c’mon, it takes practice. Jennifer hasn’t gotten it down her throat yet and she’s been trying for six months. You’re not gonna do it in a day. Maybe if I just cum in your mouth and you swallow—“

“NO! You’ve got to cum in my throat, it’s the only thing that will work!”

Mike stared at his roommate, incredulous for a moment, then said “Okay, fine, then I have an idea. It’s not gonna be too comfortable for you, but—“

“Let’s do it! What do I have to do?”

“Get over on the bed, lie on your back and hang your head off the side of the bed. That’ll give me a straight shot down your throat and it’ll put me in control.”

“Yeah…yeah, that might work…” Jason quickly rose and got on the bed, getting into position quickly. He coughed for several moments, then let his head fall back. Upside down he saw Mike walking over toward him, his gigantic now half-mast erection bobbing up and down.

“Open up.”

Jason dutifully opened his mouth wide, and Mike popped the head of his cock into Jason’s mouth. Jason closed his lips over the semi-rigid shaft.

Mike said “Okay, let’s try this and see if it works.”

Jason turned his head for a moment, spitting Mike’s cock out so that he could cough. “Mike, don’t worry about my coughing, or gagging, don’t worry about me at all. Just keep going, please?”

Mike nodded, and shoved his dick back into Jason’s mouth. Then with a “Here goes…” he slowly thrust his cock forward. When his cockhead hit the back of Jason’s throat, Jason started gagging uncontrollably, his whole body convulsing in distress. But Mike just kept pushing harder and harder against the pressure. Jason couldn’t help himself, he grabbed Mike’s hips and tried pushing him away, but Mike seized Jason’s wrists and pinned them to the bed. He kept pushing his hips forward, until Jason’s throat suddenly dilated and the head of Mike’s dick forced its way inside. Jason’s violent gagging stimulated Mike’s cockhead, and Mike drove his hips forward, smoothly shoving his shaft all the way in until his balls were covering Jason’s nose. He kept his cock buried in Jason’s throat for a moment, luxuriating in the hot, wet, gagging tunnel, before slowly pulling back out.

“You okay?”

In response, Jason reached back and grabbed Mike’s bare asscheeks in his hands, pulling Mike back into his throat, triggering a paroxysm of violent gagging. Jason’s eyes were already becoming bloodshot and filling with tears, which spilled over his forehead and into his hair as his head shook with his uncontrollable gagging. Feeling Jason’s desperation, Mike said “Okay, let’s do this.” and started sawing in and out of Jason’s throat. Over and over Mike stabbed into his roommates gullet. His shaft was coated with a thick slime of bubbled throat mucus, which was also running down Jason’s face and across his forehead. Jason was making pitiful “urk” sounds, violently convulsing with each thrust and withdrawal. Mike looked down and could see where his huge cockhead caused a clearly visible bulge to travel up and down Jason’s neck. He also noticed that when Jason gagged, his enlarged nipples visibly stiffened. He reached out and squeezed Jason’s now erect nipples, drawing a groan from deep in his throat that was choked off by a thrust of Mike’s dick. After pumping his hips in and out for a few more moments, Mike reached down and put his hands behind Jason’s head, pulling it upward to get his cock even deeper into Jason’s convulsing throat. He started rapidly moving Jason’s head back and forth on his cock while it was deep in his throat, trying to get more stimulation to get off.

Jason was fading fast. His whole face was crimson and he hadn’t taken a full breath for over a minute. In desperation he reached up and played with Mike’s balls while his face was being slam-fucked. With a bellow, Mike jammed his cock in as far as he could and sprayed Jason’s throat with volley after volley of thick cum, collapsing forward on his roommate, completely spent.

After half a minute, Mike became aware of Jason’s frantic slaps on his ass, trying desperately to get free. Mike pushed himself up and pulled out of Jason’s throat, seeing that his roommate’s face had turned purple. For a moment, Jason lay inert, and Mike feared when he had lost control that he had gone too far. Then Jason drew a huge gasp of air, repeatedly coughing and gasping, the alarming color fading from his face. He looked utterly miserable, his eyes bright red and flooded with tears, and a river of mucus and cum covering his lips and face, running into his nostrils and over his forehead into his hair. Finally he got control of himself and, looking up at Mike through bloodshot eyes, whispered “Thank you!”

Marveling at Jason thanking him for brutally fucking his throat, Mike rested his wet, leaking cockhead on Jason’s upper lip, and Jason sucked it back in, cleaning the last of the cum off of his roommate’s deflating cock. When it was clean, Mike backed away and collapsed on the chair in the corner. Jason lay still for a few more moments, then rolled over and got up off the bed. He stood there massaging his jaw and his throat for a few moments, and then gave a wan smile through the cum and mucus all over his face. Barely above a whisper, Jason rasped “Well, that was certainly rougher than I hoped it would be, but the good news is that I don’t feel the tickle anymore. It worked!” His voice was painfully hoarse, difficult to understand.

Mike started to apologize for getting so carried away, but Jason waved him off, whispering “Hey, dude, don’t worry about it. With the size of your cock, it was gonna be tough no matter what. At least you did what you had to do to get off. I don’t think my throat will ever be the same!” He chuckled painfully. “Maybe this is a permanent cure. Christ, I’d hate to go through that every other day! Anyway, thanks again.” Mechanically he started wiping the cum on his face toward his mouth, gulping it down and then licking his fingers.

Mike sighed, still astonished that his straight roommate was repeatedly thanking him for violently and savagely fucking his throat. He finally stirred, rose, and said “You’re welcome. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, I guess so. See you tomorrow” croaked Jason, and he left.

It became clear as the semester ended that Jason’s throat tickle would replicate the cadence of his intestinal itch. Before long, Mike was fucking Jason’s throat every other night, alternating with assfucking on the nights in between. Strangely, both had become accustomed to having sex with each other every single night, and though Jennifer was getting a little less of Mike’s cock, she didn’t seem to notice or be disturbed by it.

Mike had Jason get naked even for the throatfucking to increase the humiliation, though he didn’t require Jason to wear the mesh pouch since he wasn’t in danger of getting off. Mike had also incorporated the deepthroating into his demeaning patter, and while Jason hated it, he had finally come to with the fact that Mike needed to humiliate him to get off. He could never ignore it, but had stopped complaining.

“Is my girl hungry for my cum? Does she want me to flood her throat?”

“Yes please, Mike!”

“Then why don’t you beg me for it. I want to hear my girl pleading with me to hose her throat down with my cum.”

“Mike, please fuck my throat, I need it. Ram that huge dick down my throat until I choke. Give it to me, please! I’m begging you, I’ve got to swallow your cock and eat your cum!” Jason complied with the ritual, blushing furiously as he abased himself. Despite the begging he had done nightly for months, he never completely got over the shame.

“Okay, girl! Assume the position!”

Jason, naked and hairless, walked over to the bed, lay down on his back, hanging his head off the edge. Despite the fact that taking Mike’s cock down his gullet was far more painful, he hated the assfucking more than the oral sex, much more. Taking the massive dick down his throat hadn’t gotten any easier over the last couple of weeks, it hurt just as much as it did the first time. But at least he didn’t get off on it. The assfucking had become a horrifying ordeal, because he couldn’t stop himself from cumming for minutes at a time while he was getting fucked, and cumming his brains out. His prostate was constantly sore, not just from getting pounded by Mike’s cock, but because every time he got fucked, it convulsed hard, over and over. In recent weeks the muscles surrounding it had begun rapidly fluttering uncontrollably while he was getting drilled, sending him into orbit. With all the girls he’d fucked, he’d never had orgasms nearly as intense as the ones he was getting while dangling off of Mike’s dick, and certainly none that lasted for minutes. It bothered him enormously, and Mike certainly enjoyed teasing him about it.

Mike walked over to him and straddled his head, moving forward so his ass was over Jason’s mouth, his heavy flaccid cock and balls lying on Jason’s chest. This was the new ritual Mike had worked out, a long and vigorous rim job in this position to get him in the mood before he violently fucked Jason’s throat. Jason put his hands behind his own head, ing the heavy weight so he could drill his tongue into Mike’s asshole. Mike obligingly reached back and spread his own cheeks wide with his hands, giving Jason access to his shaved hole. He flexed his anus, making his rosebud wink in welcome to Jason’s tongue. The patter started.

“Hey girl, are you hungry? I know how much you love to eat ass before you suck dick, so here’s a treat for you, your favorite. C’mon, munch on that asshole, get it nice and wet, tickle it like you do so well with your tongue. C’mon, you know you want some, go ahead and eat that ass!” He let go of his cheeks, reached down and pinched Jason’s erect and swollen nipples hard, which elicited a long moan and an involuntary shudder from his roommate. Jason had graduated to the largest suction cups, and his nipples were now ridiculously large, they looked like they belonged on a pregnant woman.

Jason speared Mike’s ass with his tongue, wishing for the hundredth time that he had agreed to eat Mike’s ass the very first time he asked. Maybe he’d have gotten to use the soapy washcloth every time before diving in. Mike was fastidious enough that his asshole was always clean, well, clean enough. But the bitter tang was there, and it made Jason shudder even now. He found with experience that it was better to wash Mike’s asshole rapidly with the flat of his tongue and with lots of spit, swallowing down the bitterness quickly so the rest of the long rim job wouldn’t have the sour tang that really drove home what he was doing.

Mike bore down on Jason, letting some of his weight onto Jason’s mouth. In response, Jason started flicking his tongue faster, making it wetter with his saliva, and ultimately rapidly spearing in and out of Mike’s tight wrinkled hole. If Mike thought Jason wasn’t being diligent enough about pleasing him and getting him hard, he had taken to sitting down harder on Jason’s face, which increased both the pain and the humiliation of this disgusting act. Mike reached back again and pulled his asscheeks further apart. “Deeper, get in there girl, I want to feel your tongue reaching for my tonsils!”

Jason growled and surrounded Mike’s anal ring with his lips, aggressively sucking at Mike’s asshole as he rapidly speared it deeply over and over with his tongue. “Atta girl, that feels awesome! You love eating my ass, don’t you?” Jason obediently nodded his head without taking his sucking lips away. After a few more minutes, Mike straightened his legs, backed up and presented the tip of his enormous dick to Jason’s mouth. Jason opened his mouth wide and sucked in the slimy leaking tip of Mike’s cock, quickly swallowing the precum. Without preliminaries, with one slow thrust to the hilt, Mike slid his cock all the way into Jason’s throat, not slowing as Jason’s gag reflex kicked in. Jason hated this part the most, the first entrance of the thick cock into his throat that expanded it painfully, beyond his ability to control his gagging. Once it was fully inserted, he had learned to manage the gagging a little, though a swift jab from Mike’s cock would always start it up again. But it always hurt like hell.

Mike kept up the goading, while beginning to twist and squeeze Jason’s turgid nipples. “My girl loves it in her throat doesn’t she? She’s so good at this, trying to get my load of thick creamy cum into her belly. C’mon, swallow!” Mike loved to make Jason swallow while his cock was deep in his throat, he said it massaged his dick better than any pussy he’d ever felt. Jason obliged, groaning around Mike’s cock as his nipples were tortured. Mike gave the captive nipples a hard squeeze and Jason felt a strange tingling. He swallowed again around the hard shaft, and the tingle returned. He couldn’t quite figure out where it was coming from. The third time he swallowed, he realized to his horror the source of the tingling. His prostate was waking up and his own dick was beginning to swell and stiffen. “Oh, no!” he thought, “please God, no!” He tried to think of horrible thoughts, of decapitating car crashes, of zombies eating brains, of…it was too late! Mike had noticed, and laughing he said “Hey, my little girl’s clit is getting hard. I knew she liked gorging on my meat, but damn! She really loves my dick down her throat!”

Jason, whose tears had been nonstop with every throatfuck because of the pain, started bawling from the shame, which made him start choking on Mike’s cock. He couldn’t be getting hard over this, it didn’t make sense. He was straight, he had no interest in dick at all, why was this happening?! Nonetheless, his twitching prostate had ensured that his own cock became rigid, now bobbing up and down with each thrust of Mike’s hips and each twist of his nipples. Even worse, Jason feared the responsiveness of his prostate and of his rigid cock might actually make him cum, and that was something he’d never, ever get over. He willed himself to calm down and relax, but that only intensified the tingling. No doubt about it, he was slowly heading for an orgasm, and he wasn’t sure he could stop it. He grunted and tried to push Mike off him with his hands, but Mike wasn’t having any. Mike ground his hips forward, fucking harder into Jason’s face, going deeper with his cock than he’d ever gone before. His pubic bone was mashed against Jason’s chin, painfully straining his jaw. His smooth shaved scrotum with its heavy balls was spread over Jason’s nose, making it impossible for Jason to get a breath. Unfortunately, that was all it took for Jason’s orgasm to approach faster and, helplessly thrusting his own hips high off the bed, Jason felt his cock spewing a massive cumload all over his chest and stomach without it being touched. His violent orgasmic screaming was being stifled by Mike’s cock, and his convulsive choking did the trick, as Mike too gave a shudder and shot thick streams of cum deep into Jason’s throat.

Jason’s lack of breath, his intense orgasm, and his horror caused him to out completely. After savoring the aftershocks of his own orgasm, Mike slowly withdrew his spent cock from the tight warm tunnel of Jason’s gullet, dripping throat slime and semen over his roommate’s nose and cheeks, where it ran into his nostrils, down his forehead and into his hair as always. Jason lay unconscious, his head hanging limply off the side of the bed, he was unaware of the streaks of goo coating his face. Mike, worried that Jason had been out for so long, slapped his roommate’s face hard with his softening dick on both sides, until finally Jason gasped and drew ragged breaths, coughing up some of Mike’s cum, which landed in his nostrils, clogging his nose. When he came to, he began sobbing uncontrollably. Mike patted his roommate’s chest, trying to calm him down, whispering “shhh…it’s okay…shhh.” For several minutes, Jason was inconsolable, but finally the sobs slowed and his shoulders stopped shaking. He drew in a long breath, and then said “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Mike said “Look, dude, the only sex you’re getting right now is from me even though you’re straight. Your body is just trying to cope. I think you just need to accept the fact that right now your mind is doing crazy shit to your body, and vice versa. Just let it go.”

Jason lay sniffling for a few moments, and then gave a slight nod of acknowledgement. He was exhausted, and too fucked up to think straight about this right now. He needed time to process what had happened.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he croaked.

“Good! Then clean me up!” and he put his still-oozing cockhead back to Jason’s lips. Wearily, Jason opened his mouth and sucked in the messy cock. He swallowed it for a few moments, periodically choking down a mixture of cum and saliva. Mike pulled his now clean cock out and dangled his soaking balls above Jason’s mouth. Jason opened his mouth wide and Mike teabagged him, dropping his heavy balls coated with cum and throat slime into Jason’s mouth. Again, Jason laved the shaved, wrinkled scrotum with his tongue just as he had done with Mike’s cock, until it was wet but clean. Satisfied, Mike withdrew his balls from Jason’s mouth, and said “You need to clean yourself up too.” Jason sighed heavily, then used his fingers to scrape all of Mike’s cum that had ended up on his face into his mouth. He raised his head to look at his splattered torso, the streaks of cum cooling in the room’s air. He reached down with his right hand and with his fingers he scooped up a large wad, bringing it up to his face so the loose strings of cum dangled over his mouth. He opened his mouth and dropped the slimy cargo in, licking his fingers clean and then swallowing the thick, bitter load. Several more times he repeated the maneuver, until his body was mostly clean of cum. He swiped his finger once more through the remaining slickness and licked it off. It was still revolting, but he had stopped crying and gagging at the thought of eating cum a while ago.

Mike patted him on the chest again, said “Good girl!” and then let him get up.

Two days later, Jason again erupted with an unwanted cumshot as his throat was being roughly plowed. He hadn’t been this miserable since the first time he’d unwittingly cum from being fucked. He was obsessively doing mental checks, thinking about both naked guys and naked girls and what he wanted to do with them. He was relieved that thinking about girls was still turning him on, and thoughts of touching male bodies—cocks, balls, and asses—just made him feel queasy. Strangely, when he thought about Mike’s junk, he wasn’t exactly turned on, but he wasn’t disgusted either. He thought it was probably a defense mechanism, his mind allowing him to get used to being used by his roommate. Well, truth be told, he was using Mike more than the reverse, he reluctantly itted to himself.

When Mike withdrew from Jason’s sore and abused throat, he said “Look, you’re getting off on swallowing my dick, which is fine, I don’t care, but the sheets are getting messy again, your cum is spraying everywhere.” And true enough, Jason’s spontaneous cumshot had shot in all directions, making a huge mess. “We’re gonna have to take care of this the same way we’ve done it when I fuck you. You’re gonna have to put on the pouch.” Jason thought this wasn’t much of a solution — he’d been leaking so much cum through the gold pouch that, even if it was oozing slowly instead of shooting wildly, it was still making a mess, but at least it was somewhat contained in one area. Maybe throatfucking would be different since his prostate wasn’t getting directly poked.

When Jason knocked on Mike’s door a couple of days later, he stood naked, newly shaved, a slight sheen of skin conditioner all over his body, and the gold cage locked neatly around his cock and balls. The conditioner was a new requirement from Mike, who wanted Jason’s shaved skin to be softer to the touch, like a girl.

Mike opened the door and stepped aside to let Jason in. He was smiling, and asked Jason to sit down. Jason moved to the bed, placed his towel down, and sat on it.

“I got you something,” said Mike. Warily Jason asked “What is it?”

“I think it’ll help you get more comfortable with my fucking your throat.”

Jason wasn’t sure if he wanted to get any more comfortable with it, but it remained extremely painful, and was continuing to make him gag and retch, and that was incredibly unpleasant.

Mike brought out a rectangular box about a foot long and handed it to Jason. Curious, Jason opened it up, and then his eyes flashed to Mike’s in anger.

“Hey, don’t get upset, I just thought you ought to practice deep throating a cock, y’know, get used to it. It’s not getting any easier for you, so I had a replica of my erection made. What do you think?”

It certainly looked lifelike. It appeared to have all the veins and ridges of Mike’s shaft faithfully replicated, and the size and color were right. Jason took it out of the box, holding it by the gigantic balls and pointing it upward. He knew better than anyone just how huge Mike’s erection was, but holding this fake cock in his hand was still a shock. How could anyone have such a huge dick?! It even felt like soft skin with a rigid core, just like a real erect penis. The only tactile difference he noticed was that it wasn’t warm like Mike’s cock. “Uhh, thanks?” said Jason uncertainly.

“Look, you don’t have to use it, it’s up to you. I just thought if you practiced for an hour or so every day with that, you wouldn’t gag so much and it wouldn’t hurt so much when I fuck your throat.”

Jason felt like he was in some kind of bizarro world. As a considerate gesture, his roommate had bought Jason, a straight man, a huge dildo that he could practice shoving down his throat so he could give head to his roommate more comfortably. He felt like he needed to shake himself free from this hallucination.

“Hey, it looks like you’ve gotten over the shock, let’s give it a try.”

“Well, what do I…”

“There’s a suction cup on the bottom, here let me have it.” Mike took the natural-feeling phallus from Jason’s hand, knelt down and stuck it firmly to the wall about 18 inches from the floor. “Now, get on your hands and knees and throat it.”

Sighing in resignation, Jason crawled over to the phallus protruding from the wall, took the giant head in his mouth, and started pushing forward. Immediately his gag reflex kicked in and he choked. He backed off, braced himself and started again, with the same result. Over and over he pushed his head forward to impale his face on the fake dick, and each time his throat violently rebelled. Mike said “try swallowing repeatedly on the way down. The only girl who could ever throat me said that’s how she learned.” For several attempts, Jason tried just that, with no success. His eyes were streaming with tears from the effort and he was about to give up. Then on the next try, the head of the device unexpectedly squeezed into his throat about halfway with no accompanying gagging. He felt a short moment of triumph before his throat betrayed him again and he had to pull himself off the stiff rod.

Mike said “Okay, good, just keep trying in between our sessions. Now how about you try the real thing?” and he beckoned Jason over to the bed. Jason thought dully that his head was really getting fucked up if he felt proud of his momentary accomplishment, getting the dildo in his throat for a few seconds. Minutes later, after a lengthy, wet, and vigorous rimming, he tried swallowing as Mike’s dick forced its way down his gullet. Though he spent most of the time choking, his new swallowing technique did seem to lessen the violent spasms from his throat trying to expel the intruder.

One thing that didn’t change was the reaction of his own cock, which tried desperately to inflate beyond the bounds of the golden mesh cage. With nowhere to go, his cock and balls crowded the confined space, and Jason felt that he might not cum from being throatfucked this time. Then it happened. His anus twitched and his prostate clenched, sending a wave of pleasurable feelings through his whole body. “Oh, no.” he thought, silently begging for the gods to save him from this humiliation, while continuing to choke on the rod jamming down his throat. Again his prostate convulsed, and then went into a pattern of quivering and fluttering. Losing all control, he tightly clenched his asshole, wanting to either silence his prostate or intensify the waves of pleasure, he didn’t know which. He could feel the seminal fluid relentlessly oozing down the channel in his cock, and felt the warm wetness on his balls as it started seeping out of his cockhead.

Mike leaned over and started power-slamming his hips forward, forcing his cock past any resistance, rapidly punching into his throat over and over. The violent throatfuck only served to intensify the waves of pleasure coming from Jason’s prostate, which convulsed in an irregular rhythm, driving him insane. He could feel the flood of warm semen running down his balls, oozing out of the mesh, pooling between his thighs and filling the crevice under his balls, but his attention was only on the rising delirium of pleasure coming from his prostate. Without them even being touched, his nipples swelled and hardened, and the nerve endings of his anus tingled with pleasurable throbs. His hole was pulsing over and over, as if it were begging to be filled with a hard cock. His own confined cock unable to erupt in orgasm meant that his prostate orgasm took over his whole body, again going on and on, the pleasure rising higher and higher. The lack of oxygen magnified the escalating pleasure intensely. His eyes rolled back into his head as his prostate’s fluttering and convulsions became too much to bear, and he ed out from the pleasure coursing through his whole frame.

Mike felt Jason’s whole body sag, and abruptly pulled out of Jason’s gullet and started slapping him on his cheeks with his cock, trying to bring him back to consciousness. Finally he saw Jason’s eyelids flutter and then open. He coughed once or twice, and then his eyes opened all the way. He saw Mike, upside down, a look of concern on his face. Jason coughed again, and then brought a hand up to massage his abused throat. After another cough, he looked up at Mike, stricken.

“You didn’t cum?!” he rasped through a raw and sore throat.

“No, I was worried I was killing you!”

“But Mike, God I can’t believe I went through all that for nothing — the tickle in my throat is getting worse! Christ, man, why did you have to stop?!” He was openly weeping now, and his coughing started up again.

“Well excuse me, but I didn’t think it was a good idea to keep fucking a corpse. I was really worried you were gone for good.”

“Stick it back in, Mike, please just cum in my throat and get it over with.”

“I don’t know if I can, I’m not exactly turned on now.” And sure enough, Mike’s erection had subsided considerably.

Jason grabbed Mike’s dick and started jerking on it, willing it to get back to full hardness. “Hey, wait a minute, let go!” But Jason kept on jerking his cock, continuing to weep with frustration. His movements became more frantic, and they weren’t having any effect.

“Stop. STOP!” Mike barked. Jason covered his face in his hands, weeping and coughing. “Look, dude, I’m gonna help you out, but we gotta do this differently. C’mon, get yourself cleaned up and we’ll talk.”

Almost mechanically, Jason reached down to his soaking crotch, scooping up handfuls of cum and bringing them to his mouth to swallow. Mike unlocked the cage and Jason removed the sticky mesh and put it in his mouth, sucking out the jizz. Mike went over to the chair and sat down. When Jason had calmed down, he got off the bed and came over to Mike, clearing his throat and coughing repeatedly.

“Okay look, Jason. We’ve been going about this wrong, I think. I’ve been jamming my cock down your throat thinking that was going to get me off, and thinking that would help you because you can’t seem to deep throat my dick. But it’s getting harder and harder for me to get off. I think there are a couple of things wrong. For me to cum, I think I need you to try to make me feel like you want to take my dick down your throat, that you want to eat my ass.

“But Mike…”

“Yeah, I know, you’re not gay, I get it. I don’t want you to turn gay, no one can turn gay anyway, and it’s actually hotter knowing that you’re straight. But taunting you and forcing you and practically raping your throat isn’t really doing it for me anymore. I’m not saying I won’t do it from time to time, but now what would really get me hot is knowing that everything we’re doing grosses you out, disgusts you, but you’re pretending to love it, making yourself enjoy eating my ass, making yourself enjoy deep throating me, humiliating yourself. Know what I mean?”

“I…I guess so…”

“Okay, so let’s start from scratch. I want you to beg me to eat my ass, make me believe that you can’t wait to make love to my ass with your tongue and lips, that you can’t live another moment if you can’t swallow my cock. I know you hate it, it practically makes you want to puke, and that’s the point. Now, beg!”

Jason shook his head, trying to clear it and understand what Mike was getting at. He somehow knew this was another big step down the road to his ultimate degradation, but he was willing to do what he had to do, desperate for relief.

“Mike, please let me eat your ass, man. It tastes so good, and it’s just so hot having my tongue tickling your asshole, it turns me on so much. I know you’re not gay, and a hot guy like you can get all the girls he wants, but if I could just suck on your ass sometimes, I’d be so grateful. C’mon, man, show me that hole and let me eat it, please!”

Mike grinned and said “That’s great, girl. Sure, I’ll let you eat it, here, dive in.” And with that, he brought his legs up and bared his ass. Jason immediately dove in, but instead of his usual desperate slathering up and down, he tenderly sucked at the tight hole, gently grazing the rim with his tongue and lips, looking up at Mike with what he hoped looked like an adoring gaze despite his revulsion. He alternated between teasing the tight wrinkled hole and talking to Mike about how much he was loving this. “Christ, I love eating your beautiful butt, man. When I kiss it and it clenches, it’s like it kisses me back, God that makes me so hot. Sweet Jesus, please spread those cheeks so I can get in deeper.”

Mike reached down and parted his cheeks as wide as he could. He couldn’t believe how hot Jason’s humiliating performance was making him, he was shaking with ion, thrusting his butt toward Jason’s face, silently begging for more tongue. Jason obliged, running his tongue firmly up and down Mike asshole and then jamming it into the hole as deep as he could, causing Mike’s ring to clamp down hard on his tongue. Mike’s cock was straining skyward, bobbing up and down with every thrust of Jason’s tongue.

Finally Mike pushed his massive erection toward Jason, who immediately engulfed it in his mouth. He started bobbing up and down, sucking until his cheeks caved in on the shaft, tongue swirling and rapidly lashing at the pulsing organ. Through gritted teeth Mike groaned, “Take it all, before it’s too late!”

Jason quickly took the cock to the back of his throat, choking repeatedly as he battered the back of his painfully sore throat with the head, desperate to get it down his throat. Mike cried “Swallow! Swallow or you’ll never get it down! Hurry, I’m about to cum!” Frantically Jason forced himself to swallow, again and again, as he tried to squeeze the cockhead into his gullet. Finally, his throat opened just enough for him to jam his head forward and, all at once, the cock slid down his throat. In desperation he managed to keep his face impaled on the thick cock, his throat trying violently to rebel and expel the member. He realized that his own uncaged member was standing out, throbbing. Every time his throat convulsed, the gagging caused his huge nipples to harden and throb and his prostate to clench, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Choking over and over, gagging on the huge phallus, to his relief he heard Mike utter a loud groan and felt the thick cock swell even more as it spewed a massive load of semen into his throat. He groaned around the large cock stuffing his throat, choking harder as his own cock let loose, jetting a huge load under Mike’s chair. With enormous effort he kept himself impaled on Mike’s cock, swallowing the wads of cum over and over, the muscles of his throat coaxing more and more of the precious fluid from the head of Mike’s dick. Finally, it was spent, and Jason slowly backed off Mike’s shaft, his face crimson, his throat muscles tightly gripping the shaft as if wanting to keep it buried. He backed off as far as the glans, swirling his tongue around it at sucking the last few drops of cum from the slit. Then he let it go.

Mike sighed, and said “Oh God, that was fucking hot! You nailed that performance!” And he patted Jason on the head. Jason gave a rueful half-smile and started to stand up. Looking down he saw the hefty load that his own cock had spewed on the floor beneath Mike’s chair. With a heavy sigh, he crawled forward and started licking it up off the hardwood.

“Jason, I need your help.”

Jason looked up from his breakfast, hoping against hope that this wasn’t another of Mike’s variations on their bizarre sexual arrangement.

“I need an alarm clock, mine’s busted” said Mike.

Jason relaxed. “No problem, I’ve got a spare I can let you have.”

“Actually, I had something else in mind.”

Jason stopped and put down his fork, dreading what was coming next.

“How about every morning you come in my room to wake me up?”

“O…okay, sure, I can do that if you want.”

“Great! But I just thought of something…” Jason braced himself. “I’ve started sleeping in the nude. How about you come in, pull the covers down and then eat my ass? When I’m ready to get up, you can suck me off. I think that’ll really get me going every morning.”

Jason closed his eyes for a few moments, slowly opening them to look up at Mike, who was smiling.

“Yeah, okay, I can do that.” He thought about arguing, begging Mike not to make him do this, but Mike had never relented on any of his disgusting demands, not once. It would be fruitless and humiliating, so he just nodded and went back to his eggs.

“Hey, you want some cocksucking practice now?”

Again Jason closed his eyes, and made himself slowly count to ten. Then he looked at Mike and in a flat voice said “Alright, if you want.”

Mike dropped his pants, his semi-hard dick bobbing up and down in front of him. He walked over to Jason and stood next to the table. Jason encircled Mike’s inflating cock with his right hand, leaned over, and vacuumed Mike’s dick into his mouth. Before long it was fully erect, the impressive cock glistening with Jason’s saliva. Jason pushed his head further forward so Mike’s cockhead stabbed at his throat, and then started swallowing rapidly as he had learned. He still gagged violently off and on, Mike’s dick was just too huge for him to take smoothly without effort, but he had much more control over his deep-throating than he had several weeks earlier. He felt his own cock starting to inflate in its gold mesh confinement, filling it and throbbing as his prostate began its familiar fluttering.

“No need to throat me now, let’s just have a good ol’ fashioned slow and sensual blowjob!”

Jason backed off, a little puzzled. Mike always got off on humiliating him, and making him throat his giant cock was one of his favorite ways of getting a rise out of Jason. But now Mike was content with gently sawing in and out of Jason’s mouth, his cock less than halfway inserted. Jason dutifully tickled Mike’s frenulum with the tip of his tongue, giving Mike shudders of pleasure. For quite a while, Mike enjoyed the teasing of Jason’s tongue and lips, periodically stopping him if he was about to cum. Five or six times, he made Jason stop sucking and just hold his cock in his mouth until the orgasmic feeling ed. Jason knew that with this buildup, when Mike finally came it would be a gigantic load.

At last Mike’s hips started jerking erratically and he started groaning in pleasure—he was getting very close. Abruptly he yanked his cock out of Jason’s mouth and pointed it toward the table. He gripped it in his fist and jerked it rapidly, his fist flying up and down the shaft as he leaned over the table. The cockslit gaped and a torrent of cum jetted out, splattering all over Jason’s eggs, Mike’s aim perfect. Eight, nine, ten times his cock spat out large gouts of thick white semen, now covering Jason’s sunny-side up breakfast, then delivered several more weaker jets of cum. The yolks had streams of thick cum criss-crossing them, and there were heavy puddles of semen lying on the egg whites.

“Ahhhhh…ahhhh…” Mike’s orgasm finally began to ebb. He squeezed at the base of his cock behind his balls, squeezing upward along the shaft tightly to force the last dribble of cum out and onto Jason’s breakfast.

“There you go, girl! Isn’t that much more appetizing?” He winked at Jason.

Jason looked stricken. Mike was getting crueler and more creative, and that was clearly an awful combination.

“Go ahead, girl. I know how appealing it must be for you, dig in!”

“I’m, uh, not really hungry.” He knew this was fruitless, but he had to try. The idea of eating Mike’s cum from a plate of eggs was far more disgusting to Jason than having it shoot in his mouth or down his throat, more revolting than anything he’d endured so far.

“Oh, I insist. You have to keep up your strength if you’re going to take so much of my dick, so eat up. I really want to see you eat it all and lick the plate.” Mike said this last with an edge to his voice, and Jason knew he had no choice. He picked up the fork, took a forkful of egg dripping with cum, and brought it toward his mouth. He froze, and then turned his head to the side for a moment, leaning his forehead against the back of his free hand, breathing heavily to suppress a wave of nausea, steeling himself. For some reason that Jason didn’t really understand, he found this much more revolting than having Mike’s cum jetting straight down his throat, more disgusting even than scooping up his own cum and eating it! He made himself turn back to the loaded fork. He opened his mouth, retched a couple of times as he saw the dangling strands of cum swung back and forth, and then put the slimy bite into his mouth. For a moment, he just let it sit on his tongue, unable to bring himself to continue. Finally he slowly chewed the mess, retching again, before gripping the table hard with both hands and forcing himself to swallow.

Mike patted him on the head and said “Good girl!” He made himself a cup of coffee and sat down across from Jason to make sure he finished his gooey meal.

It took Jason several long, torturous minutes, but he managed to slowly finish the adulterated eggs. He paused for a moment, steeling himself for the next part of this new humiliation, and then picked up the plate. Tilting it forward slightly, he started licking the surface, now streaked with cum and egg yolk, and finished licking the plate clean. He put it down in front of him, and then shuddered as he forced the last strands down. He’d been eating Mike’s cum for months, eating his own cum for weeks, but this disgusting act was a new low.

“I’m really proud of you, girl! You showed me how much you really love eating my cum! I’m sure I’ll cum again super-quick when I fuck your hungry little pussy tonight.” He picked up his phone which had recorded the whole scene. “See you then!” And he took his coffee into his room to study.

Jason just sat, paralyzed, his hands flat on the table. He stared off into the distance for a few moments, trying for the thousandth time to understand how his life had spiraled so out of control. Then he roused himself and grabbed his tennis gear from the closet and jumped in his car to drive to practice. Halfway there he realized he hadn’t brushed his teeth, and he could still taste the cum in his mouth and feel it coating his throat. He swallowed hard repeatedly, trying vainly to cleanse his palate, but the heavy coating of cum wouldn’t budge. He shuddered and resolved to carry a pack of gum with him from now on just in case.

It was nearing the end of summer break, and both Mike and Jason were looking forward to their fourth year. They were still having sex every night, and Mike had added a frequent additional humiliation beyond his rimjob-and-blowjob wakeup call every day, at least a couple of times a week. This had taken several forms — Mike had cum all over Jason’s eggs, cereal, popcorn, potato chips, pizza, ice cream, all kinds of food regularly and watched him reluctantly eat it. He had pulled out of Jason’s mouth and jetted a huge load in Jason’s cup of coffee, soda, glass of milk, iced tea, water, whatever he was drinking when the idea entered Mike’s head, and waited for Jason to down the whole disgusting brew, making him spoon out any congealed mass in the bottom of the glass or cup and eat it.

Jason was also getting used to the fact that he was in permanent chastity. Mike had finally decided it would be better for Jason to stay locked up in his pouch 24/7. Jason had learned to rinse his junk clean every time he took a leak, a messy process of dribbling water through the gold sieve. He carried bottled water with him everywhere he went, not to drink but to rinse off his dick and balls after taking a piss. Going into a stall every time he had to urinate was a little awkward, but he got used to it. He’d also made up an excuse to set out for home, sweat soaked, from tennis practices and even from matches. His teammates found it weird, but as long has he kept winning, they put up with his quirks. His play was better than ever, his tight gold pouch didn’t distract him as long as it was held tightly against him by his jockstrap. Since his junk was usually swollen against the mesh it made his package a little more pronounced in his tennis shorts, but if anyone noticed they didn’t say anything.

Except for his bizarre sex life which currently didn’t include any girls, his life was going pretty great. And he had to it to himself that, as much as he loathed it, in a strange way his sex life with Mike was more intense than any sex he’d ever had before. For much of the summer he had fought the overwhelming prostate orgasms that lasted for minutes, hating his loss of control and feeling intense shame in front of Mike. Finally he had given up and just let the orgasmic waves carry him away. He had stopped ing out cold from the intensity of his extended orgasms, but they still left him panting and weak.

Mike had just agreed to room with him at the house during fourth year, and that was an incredible relief. Once during the summer he had realized it had been almost three weeks since he’d had any discomfort, neither itch nor tickle. He had put Mike off for a couple of days, to Mike’s evident relief, to see whether he was cured. Unfortunately, the misery had roared back stronger than ever, and Mike and Jason were forced to resume his ‘treatments’.

Mike looked a bit smug as Jason walked into the living room on Saturday. Jason knew this look, and was on guard immediately—the worst of his humiliations had come with this look.

“Hey, Jase, I got a new idea for something to try. Remind me, is it pussy night or throat night?” He’d been asking this once in a while all summer, though Jason knew Mike was perfectly well aware which night it was.

“It’s…uh…pussy night, Mike.”

“Oh, okay, then we’ll try it out tonight. I’ve got some work to do on my project, but I’ll see you at 7, okay?”

“Sure Mike, see you then.”

At seven on the dot, a naked Jason rapped softly on Mike’s door.

“Come in.”

Jason opened the door, dropped to his hands and knees, and crawled toward Mike who was seated in his chair. Before he could get far, Mike asked him to go fetch the replica of Mike’s cock that he’d given to Jason a few months back. Jason dutifully got up to retrieve it, detaching it from the wall where it was stuck. He’d been practicing with it all summer, and he was gagging far less often when he had to throat Mike’s dick. He was really worried about what was coming. He returned a few moments later, the giant phallus in his hand. He crawled over and handed it to Mike.

“This thing has been incredibly useful during your throat training, you’ve gotten really good, girl!”

Jason blushed, but said nothing. This wasn’t a good sign.

“I think you need to start using it to train your pussy, too.” Mike said.

Okay, that was pretty fucked up, but not all that bad. Jason wasn’t enthusiastic about shoving this huge fake cock up his ass, it was demeaning, but compared to other things Mike had subjected him to when he was in this kind of mood, it wasn’t all that awful. He guessed he could get used to it, especially since he was taking the real thing all the time.

“Hey, why don’t you go over to the bed and start playing with your pussy. See how much you can get in there, and how deep. I want to see your pussy lips spread wide by that thing.”

Jason crawled to the bed and got up on it. He lay on his back, brought his knees up to his chest, and reached down to put the tip of the heavy dildo against his ass.

“Since your pussy doesn’t naturally lubricate, you should spread lots of lube on it first, make sure it goes in easy.”

Jason reached over to the bedside table where there was now a permanent tube of KY and smeared some all over the dildo. Mike said, “More,” so a puzzled Jason put a larger dollop of the gel on the phallus, raised his knees to his chest, and brought the head to his slightly dilated asshole. Mike was kneeling next to him on the bed, staring intently as the wet tip of the dildo touched Jason’s pussy lips. His hole flared open slightly at the , the last few months of repeated fucking having trained his asshole to open for cock. The grip of Jason’s ass was still tight, but the lips of his anus had become permanently pink, almost like a real girl’s pussy.

Jason gasped slightly as the cold dildo penetrated his asshole, and he eased it all the way in until the fake balls touched the rim of his ass. “Go ahead, little girl, fuck yourself with it, get yourself good and excited for the real thing.” Jason began rhythmically pumping the big cock in and out of his hole. Mike noticed that his roommate’s gripping pussy lips still sought to keep the cock inside him, though the phallus didn’t pull them out as far as his cock did the first time he fucked Jason. That had been a sight, watching Jason’s entire asshole bulging outward as it clung to Mike’s fat dick as if reluctant to let it go.

“Keep going, but suck me.” Mike had knelt on the bed next to Jason’s head. Jason continued sawing the huge phallus in and out of his ass, but immediately turned his head and took the head of Mike’s prodigious cock between his lips. He bathed the swollen cockhead with his tongue, swirling it slowly round and round, then smoothly took the whole huge shaft down his throat in one motion. He groaned with the strange sensation of being spitroasted.

As usual when getting fucked in either hole, Jason’s cock swelled, immediately filling the space in the gold pouch and then turning progressively redder and finally a light purple. It had started leaking precum, which oozed out in drops through the cage with each thrust of the disembodied cock into his ass. He was beginning to go into a rapturous haze when Mike ordered Jason “Shove it all the way in and then let it go.” Jason did as he was told; the fake balls and suction cup were the only parts of the thick phallus that were still showing. Mike pulled out of Jason’s throat, squirted a generous dollop of lube into his hand and smeared it all over his gigantic erection, knelt up to Jason’s ass, gripped his slick cock in his hand, and leaned forward.

“Wait! Mike, wait! What’re you doing?”

“It’s pussy night. I’m gonna fuck you, what do you think?”

“But…but you can’t!”

“Oh, yeah, I think I’ll be able to make this work. It might take several minutes and it might cause you some…discomfort, but I’ll have you double-stuffed soon.”

Jason’s eyes widened, his horror evident. “Seriously Mike, you’ll kill me, I swear to God, you’ll kill me! Nobody can take two of your sized cock, nobody!”

“Pipe down, I know my girl’s pussy, and I know she can take it. C’mon, your pussy is as elastic and pliable as a real pussy. I’ve always fantasized about double-stuffing a girl, and I’m not about to up this opportunity.” He used the balls of the dildo to pull down firmly on the cock, making a tiny sliver of a gap at the top where Jason’s anal ring no longer touched the phallus. Mike put the tip of his cock against this tiny gap and started to push. Jason shrieked in pain and tried desperately to move his ass away from the live penis threatening to impale him further. Mike slapped his ass hard repeatedly until Jason stopped moving, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed. “Please don’t do this! I’ll never be the same, it’ll destroy my asshole!”

“First, it’s not an asshole, it’s a pussy! Second, I know how much you can take, and you can take this. You’ve got a really resilient pussy, and I have no intention of destroying it. Now if you really want to ease the pain, reach down here and spread your hole wide. It’s gonna go in, whether you help or not.”

Mike pulled down again on the dildo and leaned forward again, pressing his cock hard against the edge of the anal ring where the rosebud still had a slight wrinkle. The rest of Jason’s anus was stretched taut around the phallus, turning the usually wrinkled hole into a smooth band of muscle. He leaned even harder into Jason, drawing another shriek of pain. Then Jason, his mind screaming Stop, I don’t want this! reached down and pulled his cheeks apart as hard as he could.

Mike, sensing he had gotten better purchase, experimented with a series of tiny, almost imperceptible jabs forward. The first few were ineffective except for eliciting screams from Jason. However, Jason’s anal ring was tiring, and after dozens of tiny, gentle thrusts, the very tip of Mike’s cock pressed inward at the gap slightly, sliding tightly compressed against the dildo. Not wanting to lose his progress, he gently eased forward millimeter by millimeter, accompanied by more shrieks of pain from Jason, who was whipping his head from side to side as the whole crown of Mike’s cock gradually, slowly penetrated his ass, stretching the anal ring further. He stopped pushing again as Jason panted rapidly, hyperventilating, whimpering with agony. After a minute, Jason’s breathing slowed slightly. Sensing victory, with a firm thrust Mike slowly slid fully half of his huge dick into his stuffed roommate and then paused for a moment. Jason was howling now, partly from pain and partly from the greatest humiliation he’d ever endured. His ass was on fire, the pain like flames radiating from his butt.

“Jesus, God! Take it out, take it out, please! You’re tearing me apart!” Mike looked down at the junction of Jason’s asshole and his two cocks, one real and one fake. He didn’t see any blood, though the white band of muscle squeezing the cocks tightly together was clearly at its elastic limit. He felt the intense pressure against his penis, squeezing him harder than he’d ever felt before. He stopped moving for another full minute, to give Jason’s ass a chance to acclimate to this outrageous assault. Jason had gone from shrieking, to crying out, to sobbing, and finally to a constant keening wail. Mike didn’t want to prolong this any further so without warning, in one slow continuous stroke he firmly drove his dick in to the hilt.

Jason gave another howl and then started again rapidly panting. Every muscle in his body had gone rigid trying to deal with the excruciating pain. After a moment he gradually began to try to unclench his muscles. Then his panting began to slow, and Mike took that as a signal to begin. He started by very slowly rocking in and out, moving just a few millimeters, and when Jason only whimpered a bit, he started taking slightly longer strokes, still working in and out very slowly. At last, when it was clear that Jason’s exhausted anus had lost its rigidity, Mike started to pick up the pace and length of his thrusts, beginning to climb his way to his climax as his cock was pressed hard against the embedded phallus.

Jason had retreated to just loud grunting with every thrust from Mike’s cock. The pain was still among the most intense he’d ever felt, but it paled in comparison to the initial overwhelming agony of penetration. His involuntary grunts helped him manage the pain, and gradually his tightly clenched jaw and fists relaxed. After several minutes his grunts turned to moans as the sensitive nerve endings in his anus stopped sending only pain signals and started sending a different kind of signal as well. His prostate was being battered harder than it had ever been before, its outline squeezing tightly against Mike’s cock. Mike’s huge glans with its pronounced ridge rubbed repeatedly across Jason’s sensitive prostate. It had the inevitable effect, and Jason’s cock began to ooze a trickle of seminal fluid into its cage. His prostate started to pulse, and then to flutter. Jason’s eyes flew open, he couldn’t believe the pleasure that was beginning to build to a higher crescendo than he’d ever experienced. His panting started again, but this time instead of managing pain his body was trying to manage a pleasure beyond anything he thought possible. The muscles surrounding Jason’s prostate suddenly began to clench violently, over and over, and Jason groaned his pleasure as his orgasm began.

Just as when he got fucked ‘normally’, Jason’s orgasm came in wave after wave, with each wave cresting higher than the last. He continued to groan and pant uncontrollably, the pain forgotten, feeling only pleasure, ever more pleasure. He had already leaked more cum than he’d ever oozed in the past, and still the pleasure built. He thought that he might die, and that this would be a fantastic way to go. No one’s body was equipped to deal with the magnitude of this blinding, all-encoming ecstasy. He had transitioned to a rapturous experience, the pleasure transcending human limitation. It wasn’t just his cock or his prostate or his anus, his nipples were throbbing wildly, his entire body all the way to his fingertips and toes felt like it was climaxing over and over, and he felt surrounded by a warm glow. Still the pulsing went on and on, and he thought his climax might never stop, would just go on forever. He panted euphorically as his mind flashed to an image of himself walking naked around Charlottesville, quivering, his body in a constant state of orgasm, his caged cock leaking fluid that ran in a steady stream down his leg and left a glistening trail of slime in his wake. He knew the picture was ridiculous but nothing seemed impossible as he flew higher and higher. He was vaguely aware of Mike’s accelerating thrusts and his bellowing orgasm, coating Jason’s insides and tickling his prostate even more with jets of hot semen. He felt Mike stop thrusting, but his insides, which felt like they had turned to jelly, were still delivering stronger pulses of pleasure.

Mike withdrew his cock slowly, dribbling cum down Jason’s asscrack and around the base of the still buried dildo. He saw Jason’s gaping asshole snap shut around the dildo, tightly gripping the fake shaft again. He saw the imitation cock moving in a rhythmic pulse, appearing to move in and out, fucking Jason’s ass all by itself. Jason’s fluttering prostate caused his asshole to clench repeatedly, causing the fake cock to move on its own. Mike slapped Jason playfully on the ass and left him to enjoy his continuing climax.

When Mike returned from his ablutions in the bathroom, he saw that Jason had not moved, but the cock in his ass had slowed its movements. It was now jerking irregularly every so often, but fewer and fewer pulses until as Mike continued to watch, fascinated, it finally stopped. Jason appeared to be asleep or comatose, but after a few minutes, he stirred slightly. He looked at Mike blankly, his mind was still far away. He blinked a few times, and Mike saw him slowly return to himself. He looked down to see the flood of cum that had collected in his crotch, evidence of his own ecstasy. Slowly, robotically, he reached down and scooped it up, drooling the cum from his fingers into his mouth and gulping it down his throat, doing this several times, then slowly licking his fingers. He did the same with the streaks of Mike’s cum surrounding the base of the dildo and running down his asscheeks.

Mike walked over to him and unlocked the cage so Jason could bring it to his mouth. He sucked on it for a few moments, drinking the large amount of cum clinging to the mesh, then reaching down to wipe the cum from his cock and balls, eating that too. When he was clean, Mike took the cage back and locked it around Jason’s junk, imprisoning his cock and balls again. He extended his fingers to Jason, who licked them clean.

Jason whispered a “Thanks” to Mike, who just gave a nod. He tried to get up, but Mike put his hand on Jason’s shoulder, holding him down, and said “Clean it.” Wearily Jason reached down and began to pull the giant dildo out of his ravaged ass. Gradually the shaft emerged, wet with lube, ass-slime and streaks of Mike’s cum. His asshole gripped the huge glans for a moment, bulging outward as if trying to hold fast to a beloved friend, then finally let go with a squelching sound. Jason’s hole slammed shut behind the head of the intruder. Jason brought the slimy shaft to his mouth and began to lick it, but Mike shook his head and said “No, get it all. Throat it.” Jason blinked stupidly for a moment, and then opened his mouth wide to ease the wet shaft, glistening with lube and streaked with trails of white semen, down his throat. He was able to take it all in one smooth gliding motion, shuddering slightly at the bitter taste of ass-slime, semen, and humiliation. He pushed until the fake balls pressed against his chin. He moved the shaft in and out slowly, swallowing over and over, before finally removing it. He licked away the last remaining slime that coated the wrinkled scrotum and ate it. All traces of cum and mucus were gone, leaving only a clean, wet phallus.

Jason sat up slowly. He tried to get up and failed several times, Mike waiting patiently until Jason could finally stand. His walk to the door was awkward as his asshole slowly regained its muscle tone. As he walked, he unsteadiness was compounded by the continued fluttering of his exhausted and sore prostate. Despite giving everything it had, his prostate still radiated shocks of pleasure with each step. As he reached the door, he heard Mike say, “Hey Jase, tell you what, that was so special we should only do it once in a while—say, whenever pussy night is on a Saturday, how’s that?” Jason closed his eyes, gripping the door jamb tightly to keep himself from screaming, and after a moment just nodded and walked out.

“Jason, I’m worried about you.”

Jason looked up from the kitchen table, oddly touched that Mike was sensitive enough to notice his depression. It had been a few days since the night Mike had double-stuffed him, and he was really miserable. The magnitude of pleasure that taking two cocks up his ass had given him had rocked him to the core. He didn’t understand how the extreme pain had so easily morphed into blinding pleasure that took him on a sexual high that was higher than he’d ever been, ever even contemplated. He knew that his lengthy orgasms were unusual, maybe unheard of. He had searched the internet for anyone who had comparable sensitivity, and it just wasn’t there. Sure, there were lots of straight guys who enjoyed anal play, some guys who could enjoy prostate massages, and some lucky few had what they called “Super-Os” using a prostate massager. These prostate orgasms might last a long time, but nothing as overwhelming as his own messy extended orgasms. He was a freak.

“I mean, I’m sure your pussy is hungry all the time, and I’m only fucking you every other day.” Jason’s face fell, he looked down at his hands which were clasped in his lap. “Isn’t your pussy hungry? Isn’t it just itching to be fucked all the time? Isn’t that why you’ve been moping around the house?”

“Yes, Mike,” murmured Jason softly.

“I thought so. Well, I’m gonna help you with that.”

“You…you wanna fuck me every day?”

“Hell no, I’m not gay, man. The idea of fucking you more often than I have to just grosses me out,” said Mike.

Jason felt Mike’s words hit him like a blow. It wasn’t that he wanted to be fucked more often, but it somehow hurt that Mike still viewed every encounter like a distasteful chore to be done. He sure seemed like he was enjoying humiliating Jason while getting his rocks off. But Jason said nothing.

“I do have a solution, though. Here.” Mike handed Jason another box, a little shorter and fatter than the last one. Jason shuddered. Every time Mike had given him something, it had been a pretty fucked up gift! Reluctantly he opened the package and withdrew a large, heavy, black oblong object about the size and shape of a toy football with a grip at one end. It was made of smooth, firm but pliable material, maybe latex or rubber, and looked vaguely like a toy rocket ship. He knew what it was from some of the porn he’d seen in the past, but he’d never seen a girl take one anywhere near this size in any of the videos he’d watched.

“Mike, this is too far, man! No one can take this, no one!” He launched the massive buttplug, and it landed heavily on the sofa in the living room.

“Hey, that’s what you thought when I double-stuffed you, and not only did you take it like a champ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum so hard in my life. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head and you ed out, man! But if I’m gonna double-stuff you every two weeks, your pussy needs a lot more training or it’ll get too loose. Now go get your new toy!” The last sentence was barked as an order, so Jason sighed and reluctantly walked over and retrieved the gigantic plug.

“They don’t make these just for show. Here, I brought you some lube. Let’s try it out!”

Jason took the tube of KY from Mike, standing the buttplug up on the kitchen table. His hands were shaking as he squeezed a liberal amount of gel all over the plug, and then applied a large dollop to his asshole with his hand. Picking up the plug, almost dropping it because it was so slick, he put one foot on the kitchen chair, pulled his cheeks apart with his left hand, and tried inserting the plug with his right. For a few minutes, he made a little progress, and the blunt tip of the plug began easing into his hole, accompanied by his rapid panting. Before long, he gasped “It won’t go, Mike. I told you it wouldn’t go in. FUCK, it hurts so bad!” And he pulled the plug back out.

“Nonsense! Here, give it to me, get on the chair in the living room, and present your pussy. I’ll help you this time, but you’re gonna have to get it up there from now on by yourself.”

Choking back a sob, Jason reluctantly walked into the living room like a death row prisoner walking to the electric chair. He took his place on the chair, scooting forward so he could lift his legs and hold them up, baring his hole. Mike said, “Hey, you’re an athlete, you’re flexible enough to put your ankles behind your shoulders, get them up there and then reach down and spread your pussy real wide.”

Jason complied, struggling to get his ankles locked behind his shoulders, but ultimately succeeding. He grabbed his asscheeks in both hands and pulled them apart as far as he could. The air felt cold on his lubed asshole.

“Now you’re gonna have to help out a little. Don’t try to fight this, it’ll only be more painful. Relax your hungry little pussy and let it happen. Are you ready?” Jason nodded curtly, tears welling in his eyes making them glisten. He was shaking and breathing rapidly, his fear threatening to overcome him.

Mike brought the buttplug forward until it touched Jason’s gaping asshole. Jason jerked at the , then willed himself to stay still. Mike began pushing against Jason’s hole, initially very gently, rocking the plug back and forth. Then he applied more pressure, and was pleased to see the glistening pink lips of Jason’s pussy slowly crawling down the surface of the plug. After a moment the rigid band of muscle which had started out as pink had turned almost white and looked like a thick rubber band stretched to its limit, all wrinkles smoothed out by the size of the massive plug. Jason was panting rapidly, a pitiful strangled whine coming from his throat.

“Look how hungry this pussy is, man, it’s nibbling on this plug like it’s a gourmet meal and your pussy is starving. Just a little more to go.”

“Please, Mike. I can’t take it, it won’t go in. I’m in agony here, have some pity! Please!”

Mike just smiled and said, “Now that’s no way to talk. Your pussy really wants this, are you gonna just give up? Just a little more…” He had been slowly rotating the plug as he said this, and had gotten a millimeter more up Jason’s ass. With his left hand Mike reached for the KY, squirting a big glob where Jason’s tissues looked they might be close to tearing. He kept a steady pressure, rotating the plug slowly back and forth, spreading the glob of lube around the whole rim of Jason’s ass. There was another slight advance, and then all of a sudden Jason’s anus gave way and the plug sank all the way in, a shriek of pain coming from Jason. His asshole slammed shut on the neck of the plug, locking it firmly into place.

“See, I told you your pussy was hungry, wow, it gobbled up the whole thing! And I don’t think it wants to let go, it’s holding on pretty tight!” He pushed and pulled it firmly several times, the ring of muscle holding tightly to the base of the plug. He let go.

The base of the buttplug continued moving in and out on its own, as Jason’s abused muscles involuntarily spasmed. Jason’s panting, triggered by the intense pain, had subsided briefly, but the winking of his asshole was driving the plug repeatedly against his prostate, and he began panting rapidly again, this time from the unwelcome pleasure coursing through his body. Every wave of pleasure caused his anus to involuntarily clench, which drove the plug inward, which battered his prostate, which caused a higher wave of pleasure, which caused his anus to clench…the cycle caused his pleasure level to rise rapidly, and his cock quickly swelled against the gold mesh pouch, squeezing against his balls and leaking a clear stream of pre-cum. He tried to remain perfectly motionless, and gradually he reached a kind of equilibrium, his ecstasy stopping just short of orgasm. His panting had also stabilized, though his breathing remained short and rapid. He reached down to gently feel the base of the plug with his fingers, amazed that he had been able to take the huge device after all.

“How does it feel?”

“Awful, it’s fucking awful!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. What was that?” Mike said harshly.

“It’s…it’s wonderful, Mike. I feel so full and it’s in so deep. My hungry pussy feels so fulfilled, thanks so much for feeding it Mike.” Jason closed his eyes, concentrating on trying to keep his anus from contracting and causing another series of pleasure waves.

“Oh good! I really didn’t want your tight little pussy to feel neglected when I’m not fucking it. You’re so welcome. You can get up now. Now that you know it fits, it’ll be up to you from now on to keep your pussy fed, okay?”

“I understand Mike. I’m not sure I’ll even be able to take it out, but I’ll try.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll get easier. Oh, that reminds me about the rules. I don’t ever want your pussy to go hungry so this new toy will stay in place except when I’m fucking you.”

Jason stared at his tormentor with horror. “But Mike, what if I have to go to the bathroom?”

“When was the last time you needed to? You’re cleaning out your pussy every day now, twice a day, right? There’s no reason you’ll have to remove it for more than a moment in between fucks. Just take it out every morning and every evening when you clean yourself out, then put it back in.”

“But Mike, there’s no way I’ll be able to walk with this in, much less play tennis! How am I supposed to…to…?”

“I told you it would go in and you didn’t believe me. I’m telling you that it might take a little while but you’ll get used to having it in. Frankly, I have no idea how you can play tennis when your pussy is starving, it must be so uncomfortable and distracting. I think this will help!”

Jason stared at Mike, disbelieving. He finally said “When will you stop torturing me?”

“I’m helping you, not torturing you. I’m giving you what you need, and you don’t seem very grateful. Do I have to keep reminding you that you came to me with your problem, and I’m helping you out every goddamn day, overcoming my distaste for gay sex to treat your condition. I’m not a machine, I can’t cum on command, so if there are things that help me get turned on, if I can pretend you’re a girl with an insatiable sex drive, well, that’s what I need to ‘perform’. If that’s a problem, we can stop all this nonsense any time!”

As always, Jason realized he couldn’t win this argument, Mike held all the cards. He needed something from Mike that was so critical that he had no leverage, no hand to play at all. He sighed again, and said “Okay Mike, I’ll try. But if I can’t play tennis, can we discuss this again? The team is counting on me.”

“We can always discuss it, but I’m not going to change my mind. You’ll get used to playing with a full pussy, I’m quite sure.”

“Can I get up now?”

“Sure. Let me help you up.”

Jason slowly released his ankles from behind his head, gasping and wincing as his overextended leg muscles relaxed. The plug shifted slightly and he moaned. He reached up for Mike’s outstretched hand and let Mike pull him up. He stood, shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to adapt to the heavy weight in his rectum. The base of the plug was semi-soft and pliable, and fairly small, so he realized wearing the plug all the time wouldn’t irritate the tissues of his anus too much. “Thank God for small favors,” he thought.

“God, this feels weird!”

“Yeah, you’ve gotten so used to your pussy going hungry all the time, it’s bound to feel great to feed it!”

Jason didn’t take the bait, he just nodded and started tiptoeing gingerly for the kitchen. Halfway there he screamed and abruptly fell to his knees, panting rapidly. His head snapped around to look at Mike, who was holding a small device in his right hand. He was grinning, and said “Oh, I forgot to tell you, your new toy doesn’t just feed your hungry pussy, it has lots of ways to help your pussy feel great. And I don’t want to complain, but your pussy needs a lot more training, Jase.”

Jason’s prostate, which had finally calmed down while he was in the chair, had flared back to life when the buttplug began to violently vibrate. One of his girlfriends had played a little with her vibrator on his cock, but it hadn’t shown anywhere near the power of this one. Evidently much of the size and weight of the plug was devoted to powering a strong vibrator inside.

Jason was now laying on his side, curled into a fetal position. Involuntarily his hips were thrusting forward, his confined cock vainly seeking to penetrate something, to get stimulation along the bulging phallus stuffed in the mesh pouch. Each involuntary thrust shifted the vibrating plug inside, creating waves of pleasure that caused his nervous system to overload, the vibrations too intense, too powerful, and he quickly ed out.

When Jason came to, the plug was no longer vibrating—Mike had turned it off. He sighed heavily, trying to regain control of his thoughts and his body. His anus, his prostate, his entire rectum was still tingling from the recent vibrations, but as pleasurable as it was, he could manage it, barely. He looked up at Mike and said “Please don’t do that again. I can’t stand it!”

“I can’t promise that. If I think your voracious pussy needs a little attention, I’ll make sure it gets it. Your new toy is intended to train your pussy to be more responsive and to give me more pleasure. I know you’re trying, but when I fuck you, your pussy just doesn’t give me enough attention. It just doesn’t squeeze me hard enough. Soon it’ll be a talented hungry little mouth that squeezes my cock just how I like it, which will help me get off. But I will promise not to trigger it during a match.”

The horror of that struck Jason like a blow. The idea of trying to play a match with the plug in was already filling him with dread. The idea that Mike might cause the vibrations to flare up during a match was unthinkable!

Mike and Jason settled in to a routine, a strange routine but a routine nonetheless. For a while, Jason felt as if some of the horror of his situation was beginning to fade. He continued to debase himself by begging Mike for sex in ever more creative ways, spending more and more time with his tongue buried far up Mike’s ass, ensuring that Mike would get an erection and be able to get off in his ass or his throat. His nipples were now permanently swollen, and despite continued use of the largest suction cups they had stopped growing. They had become huge, each one now the size of a large raspberry. Even the crinkled texture of the swollen buds looked a little like a large brown raspberry.

“Jase, I’m a little disappointed in your nipples.”

“I’m…sorry? I know they’ve gotten really big.”

“No, I mean they’re not big enough! And they haven’t gotten sensitive enough either.”

Jason thought Mike was being horribly unfair. His nipples were now larger than any girl’s he’d ever been with. They looked freakish, he hated seeing his protruding nipples in the mirror. They were noticeable under every shirt he had, and while his teammates never actually came out and asked him, they were growing uneasy around him. Even more, his whole body would involuntarily shiver with pleasure if he accidentally grazed one of his nipples. He didn’t know how much more sensitive they could get!

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ve got something else that will help fix them.” And he handed Jason another small box.

Jason was terrified to see what was in the box, which was heavy and made a strange noise when he took it. The contents were loose inside, rattling around. Mike had never given him anything that wasn’t humiliating, or painful, usually both. With trembling fingers he opened the box, seeing a length of heavy chain with an identical strange looking device on each end. There was also a collection of weights of different sizes, which explained the heft of the box. He looked up at Mike, confused.

“These are Japanese nipple clamps, and they attach to your nips. The weights are to help pull your nipples out from your chest so they’ll lengthen. The clamps will also help your nipples get much more sensitive. Isn’t that great? You’ve reached a plateau, and I know how disappointed you are, but now you can start growing your nipples again!”

Jason sighed heavily. He was getting so used to the humiliation, the verbal abuse, and the sexual tortures he was being subjected to that this new device barely ed. In fact, his imagination had created things far worse than this new indignity. He sighed again and held the box up to Mike. “What do I do.”

“Oh, here let me help you,” He took the box from Jason and pulled out the nipple clamps on their chain. “See, you squeeze the clamps here to open them wide.” He squeezed the middle of one clamp, whose vicious-looking jaws opened wide. “Then you place the clamp around the nipple like so.” Jason’s nipples were now so huge that the jaws of the clamp barely separated enough to surround the sensitive flesh. “Then you just let go.”

“Aaaaaaaaggghhhh! Jeez Mike, that fucking hurts!” But the initial pain as the clamp snapped shut and mashed his right nipple was already subsiding, being replaced by waves of sexual heat emanating from the sensitive bud. The the huge erect nub was mashed so flat and his nipple so sensitive that he felt the rapid pounding of his heart in his nipple as if they were bolts of pleasure traveling from his tortured bud straight to his dick. Mike picked up the matching clamp at the other end of the chain, applying the same technique to Jason’s left nipple, drawing another yell. The chain now dangled freely, connecting the two throbbing nipples.

“How does that feel?” asked Mike. He looped his index finger at the center of the chain and tugged firmly, Jason’s nipples stretching out into perfect cones.

“Oh God!” moaned Jason.

“That good? I think my little girl loves her new toy!”

Jason shook his head slowly, with disbelief. His nipples were beginning to throb now not just with waves of pleasure, but a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Okay, Mike, thank you, really, thanks for the…for the clamps. I’ll be sure to use them. Can we take them off now please?”

Mike smiled. “I’m afraid not. You’re going to have to get used to these clamps or they won’t work for enlarging my little girl’s tiny nipples.”

“Tiny!?” thought Jason in disbelief, but he said nothing. He shivered, noting that in under a minute his nipples had gone from painful shock, to intense pleasure, to a blend of pleasure and pain, to mostly pain. He stood as still as he could.

Mike said “I know you’re not ready to wear these for very long, we’ll have to build up your tolerance. Once your nipples get used to them we can have you wear them longer with out damage.” Jason shuddered. “But for now let’s shoot for fifteen minutes at a time. I’ll set a timer.” And he pulled out his phone, snapping a picture of Jason’s naked body, genitals bound in gold mesh and nipples adorned with clamps, and then started a timer. He sat down on the sofa. Jason, not knowing what to do, stayed standing in front of Mike, who had begun reading something on his phone.

After only five minutes Jason was begging Mike to remove the clamps. Numbness had given way to a painful throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The pain had risen substantially and he wasn’t sure he could take much more.

Mike just shook his head ‘no’ with a small smile. In another minute, the painful throbbing subsided somewhat, becoming a dull ache. After another minute the numbness had returned, but he could still feel an echo of his heartbeat in his nipples. A couple of minutes later the pain returned, this time as a burning feeling. By another minute the burning had intensified and he again begged Mike to remove the clamps. Mike switched apps briefly to check the time, said “Just five more minutes,” and went back to reading.

Jason spent the next five minutes shuffling from foot to foot, biting his lip, moaning from time to time, and gritting his teeth. His body had broken out into a sweat, and he was panting. Finally the alarm went off. Jason was smart enough not to remove the clamps himself, even though he thought Mike was too slow in standing up and approaching him. Mike took hold of both clamps firmly and, without warning, snapped them open and removed them.

“Aaaaaaauuuuuuggggghhhhh!” screamed Jason, and fell to his knees. “Jesus Christ, that fucking hurts!” He reached for his aching nipples, trying to figure out how to make the pain subside. The blood rushing back into his flattened nipples created an incredibly intense pain, though by gently rubbing and squeezing his nipples with his fingers, the pain was rapidly subsiding.

“Good girl! We’ll soon have you wearing these for hours at a time!”

Jason looked up at Mike, incredulous.

“And Jase, we haven’t even started with the weights yet! Oh, and as long as you’re on your knees…”

Several weeks later, Jason’s tolerance for the clamps had climbed to forty-five minutes. While excruciating, the state of his nipples had reached something of a paradox. The clamps were simultaneously making his nipples much tougher, able to take the increased abuse for longer with less pain. Yet the clamps were also making his nips much more sensitive. Wearing any shirt now was a constant stimulation to the tips of his elongated nipples, the stimulation keeping them constantly erect.

Mike had started adding weights to the daily nipple torturing ritual, something Jason had been dreading for weeks. He had hoped that Mike had forgotten all about the weights—he hadn’t mentioned them since the first day—but his hopes were dashed when Mike walked in with the clamps and one of the weights.

“Now that your nipples can take it, we’re gonna start stretching them. They’ve stayed too small for too long.”

“Mike, they’re already huge, man! Have you ever seen a girl with nipples larger than mine?”

“No, they’re definitely larger than Jennifer’s now but that doesn’t mean they’re big enough. Now c’mere, I want you to lie down on the bed face down, with your head resting on this chair. If you wear the weights while you’re standing, your nipples will be trained downward and saggy. We have to do this more carefully to keep them perky!”

Jason reluctantly moved to the bed, climbed on, and put his head and shoulders on the pillow that sat on the chair next to the bed. His chest was suspended over the space between the bed and the chair. Mike knelt next to the bed, reached under Jason, and applied a clamp to Jason’s left nipple, eliciting a loud groan. He stood, walked around the chair, and repeated the action with the other nipple, receiving an identical groan, and Jason began panting heavily. After a moment, Mike attached the heavy weight to the dangling chain connecting the two clamps, and let go. Jason wailed as the weight tugged at his nipples, pulling them down firmly away from his chest. The tender flesh was yanked downward, descending about an inch. Then Mike batted the weight, which began swinging back and forth.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh…” gasped Jason, in time with his nipples swinging back and forth with the pendulum formed by the weight, which was gradually slowing its motion. He felt his cock swelling inside its cage with the intense stimulation from his stretched buds, and shifted his weight. The movement caused a fresh wave of swinging by the weight, which continued stretching his flesh. Jason tried to stay completely still, and succeeded for a while, but when the weight stilled Mike just started it swinging again.

Forty-five minutes seemed like hours, but finally Mike reached under Jason and squeezed one clamp open. Jason took a sharp intake of breath, and then braced himself for the removal of the second. Mike removed it quickly. The pain of blood flooding back into his nipples was just as strong as the first time, but he’d gotten used to managing it, and another gasp was the only reaction he showed.

When he got up, he looked down at his abused nipples. They were gradually reinflating where they had been squeezed flat. They were now bright red, and at least temporarily they were significantly longer than before. Jason began to think that Mike wouldn’t ever be satisfied with the size of his nipples, no matter how long, fat and swollen they became.

As graduation approached, Jason got more and more depressed. He knew that anything he thought of to maintain the treatments from Mike was just too much to ask. Mike had been interviewing for jobs, had spoken with representatives from several major corporations, seeking to leverage his psychology degree to help improve recruitment and retention in their Human Resources departments. He’d gotten a number of strong nibbles, and had a few follow-up interviews scheduled in cities all over the country. Jason was nearing despair, he didn’t know how he’d survive without Mike’s ongoing treatments.

At Mike’s suggestion, they had again tried to taper off the sexual encounters, but to no avail. The two-day cadence for both his throat and his pussy just would not budge, and Jason’s misery deepened. He dreaded Mike’s overnight trips for interviews, knowing that his condition would flare up and make him miserable until Mike’s return, but he simply couldn’t think of a solution. And then, improbably one evening during mid-fuck, as he was panting and quivering with another overwhelming minutes-long prostate orgasm, a possible solution flashed into his brain cutting through his orgasmic ecstasy. He spent an hour the next day talking to his father, trying to make sure that when he presented the idea to Mike, it was really feasible.

It was pussy night, and Jason was dreading it more than usual. Mike had recently devised a new position, and it was the most humiliating to Jason so far! He was desperately hoping that Mike would tire of the novelty soon, but for the last two weeks pussy night had followed the same pattern. He knocked tentatively at Mike’s door, his fingers mentally crossed. When Mike opened the door, he grinned at Jason and ushered him into the room.

“Let’s get down to business, Jase. You know the position I want.”

Jason sighed heavily, stripped off his t-shirt and jeans, and crawled onto the bed lying on his back with his feet facing the headboard. He clumsily scooted farther and farther toward the head of the bed, using his arms flat on the bed by his hips to lever his legs awkwardly above his head. After considerable effort, he was in position, with his upper back on the mattress, his butt pointing toward the ceiling, and his widely parted legs now parallel to the mattress. As always, Jason found it hard to breathe with his neck painfully bent so that his chin was digging into his chest.

In the meantime, Mike had removed his shorts and shirt, and now stood over Jason on the bed, his feet on either side of Jason’s head. Jason saw that Mike’s cock was already erect and throbbing — evidently this new position excited Mike enough that he didn’t even need to be sucked to an erection. Mike grabbed Jason’s hips and pulled them toward his cock, lining the leaking tip up with Jason’s hole.

“Now , I want you to watch this closely. Don’t shut your eyes.” Mike touched Jason’s glistening pink and wrinkled opening with his cock, and the hole flared open slightly with the . As Jason watched, Mike’s penis slowly spread his well-used hole open and gradually entered until it was fully embedded. Mike and Jason groaned in unison, and then Mike began slowly thrusting with his hips and pulling with his hands, rocking his cock in and out of Jason’s clasping anus.

Jason’s discomfort at the straining of his muscles in this bent position began to take a backseat to the rising ecstasy of his prostate being grazed over and over by the enormous phallus in his guts.

Mike emerged from his bedroom, walking naked down the hall to the kitchen, scratching his shaved nuts. A few days earlier he had decided it was ridiculous to worry about modesty when he and Jason were constantly having sex and this way Mike would be ready at a moment’s notice. He entered the kitchen, seeing Jason, also naked, sitting gingerly on his towel at the kitchen table. Mike had decided since he was going to be naked, he didn’t want Jason clothed, so they’d both become nudists at home. Jason was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, even now still not fully accustomed to the enormous plug in his ass, especially when he was sitting on it which drove it deeper into his guts. It had been two days since Mike had used the vibrator mode though the remote was always within reach, and Jason hoped he got at least one more day without that teasing torture. He shuddered, both from the thought and from what he was about to mention to Mike. He hoped he could be at his most persuasive.

“Hey Mike, can I…”

“Jason, thanks for a great wakeup call this morning. God, your tongue is amazing, you’ve gotten so good at eating ass and sucking cock!”

Jason blushed and said “Thanks. Can I…”

“And I think you love the taste of my cum now! You’re gulping it down like it’s…”

“Mike! Can I…”

“Can you get some attention for your pussy? Sure!”

“No, can I…” The vibrations flared to life, and Jason gave an involuntary “Unhhhhhhhh”, squirming in his seat, and then bouncing up and down. Mike chuckled. “Wow, your pussy just loves to be trained, doesn’t it?” Jason couldn’t speak, he just kept bouncing for a few minutes, then sat down and started helplessly thrusting his hips back and forth, grinding his butt on the towel. He started a keening sound, and as always, his cock rapidly inflated to fill the gold mesh pouch. His cockhead had gotten a permanent mesh pattern in the skin from bulging against the pouch so often.

“P-p-please, Mike, I…ahhhh…I want to…uuuuuhhhhhhnnngggg…to t-t-t-talk to you!”

Mike pressed a button on the device and laid it on the table in front of them.

“Okay, it’s on intermittent mode. You can talk in between buzzes.”

“Ohhhhh….thanks, I’ll talk fast! Look, I know we’ve both been thinking about what’s gonna happen after graduation, and I can’t ask you to—AHHhhhhhhh…“ Jason gripped the edge of the table while he ground his ass into the chair, responding to the intense vibrations. When they stopped after fifteen seconds, he continued panting but managed to say, “—to just move…wherever I am, or let me move…wherever you end up. You deserve…a life without being shackled to—UUuuuuuuuhhhhhhh…” He stopped again, his whole body bouncing and dancing around like a puppet. After another fifteen seconds the plug shut off again, but not before a trickle of precum oozed out of Jason’s dick and dribbled down the gold mesh to drip onto the towel. Panting, he resumed “—to me, a slave to my big…problem. But I talked to my Dad… and he really needs someone who—Gggggggggaaaawwwwd…” This time the large dribble of fluid that drooled out of the mesh pouch was white and thick. Jason had begun to cum, his anus spasming rhythmically around the anal intruder, the muscles surrounding his prostate flexing and radiating pleasure throughout his body. He knew he wouldn’t be able to talk much longer, and hurried to finish, his voice quavering with lust. “—who knows how to…to reshape his…his HR function. He’d like to t-t-t-talk to you…about a job…UUUUhhhhhh…” Mercifully, Mike reached for the controller and cut it off.

“You arranged a job for me with your Dad just so I’d keep fucking you?” Mike was visibly upset, his face flushing. “You didn’t think to talk to me to see if this is what I wanted first?” He stood and put both hands on the on the table, leaning toward Jason. “Does he really need someone, or is this just a convenience for you? Am I supposed to be a well-paid whore, or is this a real job?”

Jason had been panting heavily throughout Mike’s rant, trying to recover from the interrupted orgasm. He finally got himself under control. “No, no, Mike, I promise, it’s a real job! I was talking to him about your job search and your interest in applying psychology to improve HR. It was his idea for me to talk to you. Yeah, he knows we get along well, that I ire how smart you are, so I’m sure that factored into it, but hell, everybody who has connections gets a job that way. It’s not like I’ve told him about our…arrangement. He’d kill me if he knew!”

Mike thought about it for a moment, then slowly sat back down and said “Okay, it won’t hurt to talk to him I guess.”

“Thanks Mike, thank you so much!”

“Hey, it doesn’t mean that it solves anything. I might not get an offer, or if I do, I might not want it. And anyway, just because I might get a job with your Dad’s firm doesn’t mean we’ll keep living together. Your Dad’s headquarters is in New York, and I’ve never really thought about living in New York before, much less with you.”

“That’s okay, Dad’s gonna have me start as an Assistant to the Vice-President. If you took a job with him we’d at least be in the same city, so maybe we could get together regularly and, uh, you know…”

“Assistant to the Vice-President? Straight out of college?”

“It sounds better than it is, don’t be fooled by the title. It’s essentially a trainee position, a glorified go-fer, but he’s willing to give his son a little better title for my business card.”

“I’ll say! When does he want to talk?”

“Anytime this week, his schedule is a little light right now. He just completed a major acquisition and he’s taking a little break to celebrate.”

“Okay, fine, but no promises. Oh, and I guess you deserve a little celebration of your own!” The giant plug flared back to life, its powerful vibrations torturing Jason’s sensitive prostate. Jason shouted at the unexpected stimulation and then squirmed in the chair, bouncing up and down and panting helplessly, rubbing his ass back and forth against the soft towel on the chair as it soaked up the steady stream of viscous white cum that began oozing again from his cockhead.

“You’re an impressive young man, Michael.”

“Thank you sir.” The formal interview had taken place the previous day at Thorne Enterprises, and Mr. Thorne had just called Mike via FaceTime to formally make him an offer.

“My son thinks very highly of you, of your intelligence and your drive, and he’s generally pretty self-centered. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say such glowing things about a male friend.” Mr. Thorne narrowed his eyes slightly. “If I didn’t know he was straight as an arrow, I’d be worried about how much he talks about you.” His tone made it sound like a joke, but his shrewd eyes narrowed further, as if he were seeking an answer in Mike’s face.

“You don’t need to worry about that, sir, he’s left a number of broken hearts at sororities all over the Grounds.” Mike smiled innocently.

“I’m sure. Well, look, even though you’re green, this isn’t an entry level job. You have remarkable credentials for a new graduate, and I spoke to your advisor after you left my office. His endorsement of you was also glowing, to put it mildly. You also managed to impress Danielle Hughes, which is hard to do! If you’re interested, I’d be happy if you’d Danielle’s shop and help us make better decisions about our workforce. Merging companies always creates chaos initially, and our current approach in HR addressing staff uncertainty, culture clashes, and continuing mistrust isn’t really working very well.” He looked down at something on his desk and then looked back up at Michael, stating a starting salary that shocked Mike. He saw Mike’s reaction and smiled, saying “I assume the salary is adequate?”

“More than adequate, sir, I’m frankly surprised and pleased that you value me that highly already. Can I give you my answer tomorrow sir?”

“Of course, take a few days to think about it, but I hope you make the right decision!”

Mike thumbed the hangup button, elated. The offer was significantly higher than any other he expected to receive, and the responsibility he would assume right away sounded exciting. He could have accepted on the spot, but he thought that Mr. Thorne would respect him more if he took the time to consider it, rather than making a snap decision. He was already thinking about some ideas he’d found during the literature search for his senior thesis that might apply in Thorne Enterprises’ corporate environment. He exited the Charlottesville train station where Mr. Thorne’s call had found him and started making his way home.

While Mike was gone, Jason was pacing the kitchen floor, naked, trying to suppress his anxiety. The itch in his gut was driving him crazy, but he’d been able to bear it knowing that Mike’s arrival was imminent. When he heard the front door open, he ran to greet Mike, asking “Well? How did it go?” He couldn’t keep still, and when they reached the kitchen Jason resumed his pacing. Mike noticed with satisfaction that Jason’s gait looked perfectly natural, despite the giant heavy plug lodged firmly in his ass. He had adapted very well. Even on the tennis court, he moved naturally, though he had lost a step so some balls that he could have returned before were out of reach. His play was still at a very high level, though, and he had managed to retain his top spot on the roster. Coach wasn’t thrilled with the reduction in his performance on the court and berated him frequently, but as an outgoing fourth-year Jason wasn’t getting the lion’s share of Coach’s attention. The coach was focused on the future, grooming his younger players for greatness.

“Fine. Great, actually. I like your dad.”

“Did you get the job?”

“He offered it to me, and I told him I needed some time to think about it.”

“Why?”

Mike frowned at Jason, who put up his hands and said “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Let me know whenever you decide.”

“You’ll be the second to know, after your dad.”

Mike walked back to his room, removed his clothes, and lay down naked on the bed, his hands behind his head. He smiled with satisfaction—everything he’d worked so hard for in the last few years was coming together. He was really excited that the work he’d put in was paying off brilliantly. There were only a couple of loose ends to tie up and he’d be set for life, a life that was sweet indeed. On a whim he decided he wanted to get off. He got up and walked back into the kitchen, looking for Jason.

Mike found his roommate sitting with a steaming mug of coffee, sipping it slowly. He walked over to Jason, wordlessly raising his cock toward his roommate’s face. Jason sighed and leaned toward Mike, taking his cock into his mouth, sucking it while rapidly tickling the frenulum with the tip of his tongue, expertly bringing it to a towering erection. Mike glanced over at the living room mirror, where he saw the reflection of Jason sucking him. He flexed his buttocks just to see them flex in the mirror. Jason slowly moved his face forward, letting the massive cock smoothly ease into his throat. He swallowed repeatedly, his throat muscles rippling against the shaft, and took some perverse satisfaction in the groan that elicited from Mike. He may hate sucking cock, might still find it disgusting, but by God he was good at it!

Mike held Jason’s head with both hands, and started slowly and rhythmically fucking his throat, still staring at the reflection in the mirror. Despite how often he had done this, it still amazed him to see Jason take his enormous shaft effortlessly down his throat. It had been some time since Jason had choked on it, his deepthroating skills were now the equal of any professional pornstar.

Mike abruptly shoved his cock all the way into Jason’s throat, holding his roommate’s head firmly against his crotch with both hands. Jason groaned inwardly—this was the signal for a new trick that Mike had forced Jason to learn. With his lower lip firmly against Mike’s scrotum and his nose mashed hard against his pubic bone, Jason gingerly extended his tongue as far as he could, licking Mike’s balls while he swallowed around his cock over and over. Mike had ed seeing a vintage porn video of a porn star with the stage name “Annie Sprinkles” doing this to her partner, and he had insisted Jason master this new technique. With his face beginning to turn purple, Jason continued laving Mike’s wrinkled hairless sack, swiping his wet tongue back and forth across Mike’s scrotum, then flicking the tip at Mike’s balls, bouncing them up and down while the giant cock was all the way down his gullet.

Jason knew that tonight was pussy night, so an orgasm from Mike now would make his assfuck last much longer, something he dreaded. He was also well aware that Mike would almost certainly send his prodigious load into Jason’s coffee and make him drink it, because he knew Jason regarded that as far more degrading even than cumming in his mouth or throat. Resigned, he redoubled his efforts to swallow around Mike’s cock.

Mike had planned this day for weeks, and he was so excited about what he was going to do that his orgasm approached faster than he wanted, but he was too far gone, and couldn’t bring himself to restrain his cumshot. He pulled his engorged penis out of Jason’s throat, stroking it rapidly in his left fist, but instead of jetting his load into the coffee as usual, he grabbed a fistful of Jason’s hair with his right hand, holding his head firmly in place, and yelled “Open your mouth! Open your fucking mouth!”

Shocked and alarmed, Jason complied, opening his mouth wide. He knew Mike liked to cum in his mouth, he’d been doing it every morning for months. As disgusting as it was, he’d swallowed gallons of Mike’s cum over the last eighteen months and was no stranger to the feel of cum squirting on his tongue, though Mike’s cock had always been in his mouth or his throat at the time. But he had misread Mike’s intentions. With a strangled cry of “FUUUUUUUUCK!,” Mike gripped his cock in his fist and aimed for Jason’s forehead, spewing a huge wad of cum that hit Jason above the bridge of his nose. Jason jerked backward, but Mike held his head firmly in place by his hair, jetting rope after thick rope of cum all over Jason’s face, shooting on his forehead, in his hair, in his eyes, coating his nose, and splattering heavy ropes of jizz across both cheeks. Finally, the last of his load dribbled out across his fingers and dripped onto Jason’s lower lip. He squeezed the remaining cum up the shaft and wiped the tip of his cock off in Jason’s nostrils.

Jason got over his shock and yelled “What the fuck, dude!? WHAT THE FUCK!” He started to reach up to wipe the cum off his face, but Mike grabbed his wrist and barked “Don’t! Don’t touch it, leave it alone!”. He looked down at Jason, watching the huge gouts of cum very slowly oozing down his tanned and handsome roommate’s face, thinking to himself that this was an erotic artistic masterpiece! The contrast of the milky white semen against Jason’s deeply tanned face was stark. Mike’s cum was so thick that it oozed very slowly in large heavy globs, which merged and formed lengthening strands that dangled from Jason’s nose and chin as he trembled with anger. He tried looking up at Mike, but his eyes were glued shut. He again reached up to clear the semen from his eyes, but Mike grabbed his hand and again yelled “I said leave it!”

Jason thought he’d gotten so used to being humiliated that he couldn’t cry anymore, but tears sprang from his eyes, running down his cheeks and mingling with the thick cum mask.

“Why? Why did you do that? Why-y-y?” Jason wailed pitifully.

“Dude, what guy doesn’t want to give his girl a facial? I’ve done it with Jennifer and she didn’t fucking cry about it. She wasn’t crazy about it, but she knew that it turned me on, so she took it. She still takes a facial from me every now and then.”

“I’m not your girl!”

“The hell you’re not! You’ve taken more of my cum than Jennifer, more than any girl I’ve been with. In fact, you’ve taken more cum than any girl at UVA has probably ever taken from any guy! Just for fun I figured it out: my loads are pretty big, and you’ve been taking an average of three loads a day from me for eighteen months. Do you realize that comes to more than eight gallons of cum! And you’ve swallowed at least half that, maybe more, not to mention the gallons of your own jizz you’ve eaten! That’s gotta be more than any UVA student in history has ever taken, male or female! You should be proud of that!”

“Please, just let me wipe it off! At least let me get it out of my eyes, please!”

“No! I’m trying to get you to understand, if I’m gonna keep helping you out, there are things you’re gonna have to do for me. Taking a monster facial is one. Wearing it proudly is another. I want you to keep that load on your face for the rest of the night.”

“No…no, Mike please…” Jason started crying harder, the shame too much to bear. His nose ran and he tried to sniff, but his nostrils were so clogged with semen that he choked, swallowed some cum, and started to cough. The coughing had the effect of finally snapping a couple of the long, heavy, dangling strands of cum, which fell and streaked his bare chest. Mike, his fist still holding his semi-hard cock, moved the tip toward Jason’s mouth. Jason’s eyes were still squeezed shut, but when Mike’s prick touched his lips, he reflexively opened his mouth and sucked strongly on the head, licking the last bit of cum out of the slit with the tip of his tongue.

Mike, his dick now clean, walked around the table and sat down across from Jason. He put his elbows on the table and propped his chin in his hands, saying “Okay, let’s talk about your Dad’s job offer.”

As horribly demeaning as it was for Jason to have his face sprayed with cum, it was almost as bad trying to hold a normal conversation with a faceful of semen. He felt it dripping down his nose, swinging, stretching, and snapping off to fall on his chest. Gradually he managed to open his eyes, though his lids fluttered involuntarily and more tears sprang into his eyes as the semen briefly stung his eyeballs. Blinking over and over, he finally managed to look at Mike, thick wads of cum matting his eyelashes. His vision was gauzy, out-of-focus as he peered through a film of semen, and his stinging eyes were bloodshot from crying and from the sting of cum. Trying to act normally with jizz all over a face that was crimson with humiliation, he asked “Umm, what did Dad offer you?”

“He gave me a great opportunity, something like your ‘Assistant to the VP’ position, but in the HR arena. I know you’ll be running the whole company someday, but I think I can really contribute to revitalizing the capacity of the firm to attract, retain, and motivate the talent that the company needs. I’m pretty excited about the job, and I think I’ll call your Dad tomorrow and tell him I’ll take it!”

“That’s great!” said Jason, as a large mass of cum trickled from the tip of his nose down the track from his philtrum to his chin, tracing a string across his lips, and he reflexively swiped his tongue out to lick the cum off. He shuddered, and asked “Did he give you a dollar figure?”

“Yeah, and it’s nearly double what I expected to get from any of the other firms. It’s really a great offer.”

“Well, that’s…great!” Another strand of cum traversed his lips and was involuntarily licked off.

“So is it throat night, or pussy night?”

“It’s pussy night, Mike.”

“Okay good! Hey look, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I wanted to let you know that I plan to do something a little different tonight when I fuck you. Let’s meet in the living room, I have a surprise for you.”

Jason looked crestfallen, afraid that any surprise from Mike would involve intense pain or intense humiliation, or both.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have anything too tough for you tonight. Just make sure you’re still wearing your face mask when you come to get fucked.”

Jason was grateful that Mike had taken the trouble to reassure him that whatever was in store for him tonight, it wouldn’t be too tough, but he was still worried. Pretty much every new thing Mike had introduced was a nightmare.

Mike walked back over to where Jason sat. While Mike had been sitting across from Jason, some additional semen had oozed from his cockslit and beaded on the end of his cock, so he extended his dripping cockhead to Jason who dutifully licked the pearl of cum off and swabbed the cockhead clean with his tongue. Mike then took off down the hall, his now flaccid cock swinging pendulously as he walked. Jason watched him go, marveling yet again at the size of his roommate’s cock. He thought about wiping his face, but immediately decided it wouldn’t be worth it. It might help ease his humiliation in the short term, but wasn’t a good long term play. Mike would certainly figure out an even more humiliating punishment for failing to follow his orders, maybe even withhold his treatment for yet another day. Jason couldn’t risk that, he was trapped. He sighed, and walked to his own room, feeling the disgusting mask of cum cooling and drying on his face and on his chest.

Hours later, Jason walked into the living room, his guts even more inflamed with the incessant and maddening itching. Mike was already there, busily setting up something at the entertainment center. He glanced up at Jason, saw the dried and crusty white streaks of cum still decorating his face and chest, and smiled.

“Wow, that’s a really great look on you!”

Jason flushed with anger but said nothing.

“Hey, c’mon in, I’ve almost got things set up.” He was attaching a cable to his laptop, which now connected to the huge 4K screen attached to the wall. One of the benefits of living with Jason was the theater-quality television setup, including surround sound. Now there was a padded chair in the middle of the living room floor, set facing the screen, with a small folding table next to it holding the remote control for the system.

Jason waited for Mike to finish making the connections. He looked over at the large screen on the wall, and noticed there were sixteen huge beer steins stacked on the floor under the television screen. Mike glanced over to see Jason looking at the strange array of containers against the wall.

“Oh, I decided we should keep track of the amount of cum you’ve swallowed, and so far you’ve eaten four gallons. I know you’re really proud of that accomplishment, and I wanted you to have a constant reminder of such a great achievement! Each stein holds a quart. We’ll keep adding another stein every couple of months or so to stay current. I’ll make sure to keep track so you know just how much of my cum you’ve eaten.” The whole time Mike had been speaking, Jason’s face had frozen into a painful grimace. He finally shook his head as if to clear it, and seemed to shake off the horror he clearly felt.

Mike, naked, walked to the chair and sat down. He beckoned Jason toward him, motioning for him to kneel between his legs. Jason, also naked except for his gold mesh pouch, his plug, and his mask of dried cum, knelt in front of Mike and took his flaccid cock into his mouth, sucking noisily at the head before taking the lengthening shaft into his mouth. He effortlessly swallowed the cock down his throat, rapidly punching his face forward and back, using his throat muscles to massage Mike’s cock. A flurry of flakes of dried semen broke off from Jason’s cum-mask and flecked Mike’s stomach, legs and pubes.

“Take the plug out, but keep sucking.”

Jason impaled his face fully on Mike’s cock, then reached back and grasped the base of the plug. He knew this would not be easy, since removing it in the best of circumstances was slow and painful. He started trying to ease it out, pulling hard on the base while bearing down. It was still painful, but he’d been doing this for some weeks now, and gradually his anal ring dilated more and more, until ultimately the huge plug crested past the halfway point and popped out. Jason groaned around the cock in his throat, briefly choking on it for the first time in weeks.

After another minute of enjoying Jason’s warm tight throat, Mike grabbed his hair with a fist and pulled him off of his cock. “Okay, now sit on it.” Jason moved to straddle Mike’s waist, intending to sit down on his cock, but Mike held up his index finger and twirled it, indicating that Jason should turn around. Jason stepped back, turned around and backed up, his legs straddling Mike. He grabbed Mike’s cock in his fist and positioned the head against his ass. Mike marveled as Jason’s asshole automatically relaxed and dilated as the head of his cock pushed against the well-used opening. The combination of double-stuffing Jason bi-weekly for stretching, and then using the vibration mode on the plug to tighten the muscles of Jason’s asshole had accomplished miracles. He watched as Jason’s hole spread around his large glans, the tight band of muscle sliding smoothly down his shaft until his cock had fully disappeared.

Mike put his hands on Jason’s asscheeks to reposition him on his dick. When he took his hands away from the warm, smooth flesh, he couldn’t help but appreciate the muscular cheeks that engulfed his rod. Mike wasn’t gay or even bi, but Jesus Christ, this was a world class ass he was fucking! The flawless alabaster sculpted cheeks contrasted against the deep tan of the rest of Jason’s body, the round full smooth buttocks with perfect indentations in each firm cheek displaying the muscle tone developed over a lifetime of tennis, the pronounced fossettes d’Apollon on either side, just above his crack, it was enough to turn on the straightest man!

Jason started flexing his legs, moving his ass slightly up and down on Mike’s shaft while tightening his hole on the upstroke, just a teaser for the vigorous fucking to come. Mike said “now here’s the surprise I mentioned,” and he grabbed the remote control from the table, pointed it at the TV and turned it on.

The screen leapt to life, and a video started up. It showed Jason reluctantly asking to get fucked for the first time eighteen months earlier in this very room, then the slow painful entry with Jason screaming as he sank down on Mike’s cock, followed by a closeup of Mike bucking his hips upward, shoving his cock over and over into a crying Jason and then cumming. Immediately the scene changed, this time Jason was desperately kissing and then sucking on Mike’s lubed cock for the first time, a horrified look on his face as he tried to get it to rise, desperate to get fucked. The next scene flashed, with Jason reluctantly licking Mike’s asshole the first time, a look of extreme disgust on his face. The scene switched quickly to Mike slam-fucking Jason while his legs were widespread, one leg propped on Mike’s shoulder. Lots of scenes of Jason’s horrified reactions, or crying, or wincing in pain, or screaming. New scene of Mike on his stomach, Jason pulling Mike’s asscheeks wide apart and spearing his ass with his tongue over and over, businesslike this time, only occasional flickers of disgust showing on his face. Cut to the first time that Jason deep throated Mike’s huge cock, upside down, with tears and snot streaming from his purple face and lots of convulsive choking, then another scene, a long shot that showed Jason getting his throat fucked in that same position while his own untouched cock spewed ropes of cum. Cut to Jason tenderly making love to Mike’s asshole with his tongue and lips, french-kissing the hole and obediently looking up at Mike. Cut quickly to Jason effortlessly engulfing Mike’s thick rod, no choking now, his head bobbing up and down and his throat coaxing an explosive cumshot from Mike’s dick. Quick cut to Mike yanking his cock from Jason’s lips and then cumming all over his plate of eggs, then a cut to the look of disgust on Jason’ face, retching as he slowly forced himself to eat the foul breakfast. Cut to a quick montage of Jason drinking cum from coffee, milk, orange juice, eating it from splattered toast, splattered pizza, splattered popcorn, going from disgust, to resignation, to matter-of-fact as he ate or drank the cum, spooning up the remnants to eat. Cut to Jason on his back on the living room chair, his legs tucked behind his shoulders, while he held his own ass cheeks parted as far as he could. Then a close-up of the impossibly wide plug slowly being pushed into his straining anus, the suspense building until finally the huge plug sank into his hole and it slammed shut as he screamed.

There was a long pause, a swell of dramatic music, and then the next scene showed a slow motion extreme closeup of Mike’s cockhead pointing at Jason’s face, the slit in the head flaring slightly and a giant jet of white surging out and slamming against Jason’s forehead, followed by a full two dozen more gouts of cum splattering all over Jason’s shocked and disgusted face, dripping down across his lips and down his chin, with Mike forcefully gripping his hair to hold him still. The same scene repeated twice more from two different camera angles, and then a fourth time, this time at normal speed.

Throughout this video montage, Jason was bouncing up and down on Mike’s dick, moving faster and faster, his whole body vibrating with his own mounting pleasure. With each scene, he’d let out a groan or an “Oh God,” the humiliation of revisiting his long slow descent into greater and greater debasement almost too much to bear. Mike slapped him hard on the ass and Jason ed his job, squeezing his anus on Mike’s shaft. The last few weeks of anal exercises with the plug had made a huge difference. His anal ring had become much stronger, and gripped Mike’s cock firmly, giving the shaft added stimulation. Mike, relishing the video but enjoying even more Jason’s reactions to watching it, began to jab upward into Jason’s guts, the wet sound of fucking and the rhythmic sound of Jason’s ass cheeks slapping hard against Mike’s crotch filling the room. Jason’s tightly bound genitals had been oozing cum for several minutes from the pounding on his prostate, and Mike was gratified to hear the keening from Jason’s constricted throat that always accompanied his extended orgasms. Jason’s semen was forming a thick line oozing down his mesh-bound balls, across his perineum and into his own asshole, adding lubrication to Mike’s shaft as it pounded into Jason’s wet hole, the churned froth trickling down Mike’s scrotum. After several more minutes, Mike bellowed “FUUUUUUUCK!” and shot wad after wad of cum deep into Jason.

Gradually Jason slowed his bounces up and down, drawing out Mike’s pleasure with firm squeezes of his ass on the upstroke as he had been taught, finally sitting fully on Mike’s slowly deflating dick. He turned his head to look at Mike, Jason still panting from the marathon session and from his lengthy prostate orgasm. With tears still coursing down his cheeks through the dried streaks of cum, he breathed “Thanks, Mike.”

Surprised, Mike managed to pant “You’re welcome,” still coming down from his own orgasmic high. “You’ve come a long way in the last year and a half.” Jason nodded, then waited a few more minutes before pulling slowly off of Mike’s cock, turning around, and immediately sucking the slick wet member into his mouth, and licking up the mixture of Mike’s cum with his own where it had streamed down Mike’s balls. He expertly cleaned the slimy mess off of Mike’s cock, balls, and even ate the flurry of flakes of dried cum that had fallen off his face when he first swallowed Mike’s cock. He matter-of-factly reached down and scooped up his own thick secretions from the pouch, sucking the slime from his fingers. He reached again and gathered the milky froth covering his perineum, his anus and his cheeks, licking it off his hand. He turned, picked up the still slick buttplug, and without complaint or a hint of pain, slowly and carefully inserted it back up his ass, sealing the rest of Mike’s cum inside.

Jason turned back to Mike, smiled weakly through his now fragmented cum mask, and walked down the hall to his room. Mike shook his head, chuckled softly, and after a few tries, managed to summon the energy to get up and walk down the hall to his own room.

“Hi Mom, it’s great to hear your voice.”

Mrs. Thorne’s voice came over his phone on the kitchen table where he and Mike were sitting. It was set on speaker. “Darling, you hear me every Sunday at this time, but thank you, you’re very sweet! How are things going at school? How’s tennis?”

“Oh, things are—“ Jason broke off as a large glob of semen dripped from the tip of his nose and splatted loudly on the table next to the phone. He looked at Mike’s face and then quickly licked it up and swallowed, but before he could speak again he heard his mother say “Honey, are you alright?” Mike grinned at him as Jason cleared his throat and said “Yeah Mom, I just got a frog in my throat.” He cleared it again.

“Are you coming down with something?”

“No Mom, I’m just a little tired. It’s been a tough few weeks.” And indeed, his life had descended further into horror. Every Sunday afternoon for the last three weeks, right before Jason’s scheduled call to his mother, Mike had blasted Jason’s face with thick ropes of cum. Jason felt like he was at a breaking point with this ultimate humiliation.

That first Sunday that Mike had told him the new rules right before his call, Jason had begged him, literally on his knees with his hands clasped, not to subject him to this ultimate humiliation, but to no avail. Mike had calmly crossed his arms and waited for the inevitable capitulation, which soon came. Still on his knees, Jason reached for his roommate’s penis, engulfing the head with his lips and sucking it to a swift erection, then swallowing it down, holding it deep in his throat as he swallowed over and over. In minutes, Mike began rapidly panting, finally shouting “Now!”. Instantly Jason pulled off his tormentor’s cock and seized the huge phallus in both hands, rapidly jerking off the wet cock with expert pressure, his tongue rubbing up and down against Mike’s frenulum.

Mike’s cockhead swelled and with a loud “UUUUUUUNNnnnnnhhhhhh!” he grabbed his cock and pointed it at Jason’s face. Jason had brought his face close, he could smell the musky odor of Mike’s cock. The first blast caught him directly in the right eye, followed by a second blast to the left eye. Mike’s aim was always unerring, but with his cockslit less than an inch from Jason’s face it wasn’t difficult. A dozen more heavy jets of semen slammed into his face, drenching his whole face from his forehead to his chin. At last Mike’s cock drooled a few more wads of cum onto Jason’s fingers, some globs running down the back of his hand. Jason quickly licked up the warm bleachy goo from his hand before it fell to the floor, choking it down quickly so he didn’t have to taste it for long. At a signal from Mike, he got up and sat at the kitchen table, blinking rapidly to try to clear the wads of goo from his eyes, and then picking up his phone with his still sticky hand to dial his mother. The smell of semen was overwhelming, and he tried breathing through his mouth to avoid it, but it didn’t really help.

The next morning, Mike was awakened by a fluttering tongue against his asshole. Sighing with contentment, he spread his legs wide and lazily reached back to part his own asscheeks with his hands. Jason dived in, aggressively spearing Mike’s ass with his tongue, driving it in and out, wiggling it around inside Mike’s anus, gently caressing each wrinkle in Mike’s rosebud with the tip of his tongue, and then surrounding his hole with his lips, sucking on it softly.

Mike enjoyed the attention for quite a while, then slowly rolled over onto his back and pushed his now rigid cock down until it was perpendicular to his body, straining toward the ceiling. Instantly Jason engulfed Mike’s huge dick, driving it with one stroke down his throat, staying impaled on the cock while he vigorously swallowed over and over. “Gaaaawwwwdddd!” Mike choked out, putting his hand on the back of Jason’s head and thrusting upward with his hips. Jason’s keening around the cock in his throat was a sure sign that his own prostate orgasm was starting. In moments, Mike lost control completely, sending stream after stream of cum into Jason’s warm, rippling throat. He panted rapidly for minutes before gaining control of himself. “That was fantastic, girl, thanks!” Jason continued swallowing around the cock in his throat for a moment, then pulled off, letting the cockhead past his pursed lips with a ‘pop’. He smiled, wiped some stray cum off his chin with a finger, ate it, and said “You’re welcome.” He scooped up his own cum that covered the gold pouch and ate that too. Mike completed the ritual, unlocking the pouch so Jason could clean it with his tongue, then re-locking it around Jason’s junk. Mike noticed that the mark around the base of Jason’s cock and balls from the constant tight pressure of the gold ring was now a permanent indentation.

“See you in the kitchen for breakfast, Mike. I have something to talk to you about.”

Then, Jason’s caged genitals bouncing as he walked, he strode jauntily out of the room heading down the hall for the kitchen. Curious about the reason Jason was in such a good mood, Mike got up to take care of his morning ablutions and then ed his roommate in the kitchen, surprised to see that it was cleaner than he’d seen it in a while, it was gleaming. Jason was at the stove, cooking Mike’s favorite breakfast, pancakes and bacon. He was humming to himself. Clearly Jason wanted something, and Mike was eager to hear what it was.

Jason put a plate of hotcakes and bacon in front of his roommate. Mike poured maple syrup over everything, took the first bite, and moaned his approval.

Jason sat across from Mike, elbows on the table and his chin cupped in his hands, waiting. Mike took a couple more bites, then set his fork down and said “What is it?”

“What’s what?”

“You’re not eating, you made my favorite, you cleaned the kitchen to a sparkling shine, you’re hovering over me waiting for me to finish. It’s clear you want to talk to me about something, you said as much with my cum in your throat, what are you up to?”

Jason grinned and said “Yeah, well, I do have a proposal—“ he stopped and chuckled. Mike just waited.

“Okay, Mike, look I’ve got an idea. Before I tell you, I already know it’s completely nuts, so you don’t have to tell me that. But the more I thought about it the less crazy it seemed.”

“I’m certainly intrigued. What is it?”

“Well, you know that when you take the job with my Dad, we’ll be working at the same place, right?”

“Okay…”

“And you already agreed to move into the house I’ve got in New York, at least for the short term, until you find something for yourself, right?”

“Right… So?”

“So I, uh, I don’t know how fair it is that you’re still sort of ‘captive’ to my needs. That’s not fair, is it?”

“No, but what should I do, let you go insane?”

“No, and thank you for everything you’ve done for me for the last eighteen months—well, really for the last two years—as my roommate. It wasn’t always as crazy as it is now, but you were always there for me and put up with a lot.”

“Thanks man, but is there a point here?”

“I’m getting to it. I don’t think it’s fair that you’ve had to struggle all this time, while I’ve got a twenty million dollar trust fund I’m gonna inherit when I turn 21 in a few days.”

“I don’t want your money, man, I’m not a whore. The sex is for your health, not for money.” Mike was getting visibly angry.

“I know, I know, calm down Mike, please! That’s not what I’m saying. Damn, I’m fucking this whole thing up.”

“Just spit it out, man. What are you trying to say?”

“Well…I mean…I mean, uh, since we have the closest and most intense sexual relationship I’ve ever had, and…and well, I think it’s the closest and most intense you’ve ever had, and since it looks like it might have to be sort of ‘long term’ I wanted to be able to give you something special, I thought maybe we could, y’know…uh…well…get married!” He looked apprehensive. He couldn’t read Mike’s face. It seemed like minutes ed. And then…

“Are you out of your fucking MIND! Why the fuck would we get married?!? We’re not fucking gay, man! That’s the stupidest goddamn thing I’ve ever heard!”

Jason had put his hands out, trying to calm Mike down.

“Dude, look, I’m saying this really badly, let me explain.”

Mike kept ranting for a little while, using the words ‘insane’ and ‘crazy’ and ‘nuts’ over and over. He finally ran out of energy and wound down, his face still an angry red.

Jason had been waiting patiently for the storm to , and then tried again. “Mike, here’s the thing, it would be a completely private arrangement, it wouldn’t be public, no one else would know, we’d have a small ceremony with only a Justice of the Peace and maybe one or two strangers as witnesses. No one would know, but legally you’d have half of my inheritance and—“

“Goddammit, I don’t want your fucking money, how many times do I have to say it?”

“Yeah, Mike, I get it, I really do, but I want to do this for you. You’ve done so much for me, why can’t you let me do this for you? I know I can’t just write you a check, that would be too much like paying for sex.”

“Isn’t that what you’re proposing?”

“No, Mike, that’s just it, it doesn’t mean that at all. But what it does mean is that you’d never have to worry about money again, you’d never have to worry about anything again. Mike, I owe you this.”

“Isn’t the real reason that you’d have me fucking you for the rest of our lives?”

“Well, yeah, that would be part of it, sure. But look, Mike, has it been all that bad, I mean, for you? Sure it’s been hell for me, the pain, the disgust, the constant humiliation, being treated like shit, getting my asshole painfully—“

“Pussy!”

“—my pussy painfully stretched by your huge cock, regularly getting double-stuffed, my nipples tortured and inflated and stretched out of shape, being trained to throat your cock, to eat your ass, to swallow your load, getting my face splattered with cum every week, making me cum on the end of your dick for minutes at a time…”

“That last one has been torture, has it?”

“Well no, it’s frankly amazing, but it’s still humiliating, especially eating my own jizz afterward. Please Mike, at least think about it. No one would have to know, but legally it would really help you out.”

Mike scowled, but Jason looked at him with such a pleading expression he finally snapped “Fine! I’ll think about it, but don’t expect me to change my mind!”

Jason just said “That’s all I ask. Thanks for hearing me out, and please give it a chance.”

The next day, Mike called Mr. Thorne via FaceTime and accepted his offer.

“I understand my son invited you to live with him until you find your own place, if you chose to accept the job.”

“That’s right sir. Jason was kind enough to invite me to stay with him temporarily.”

The look on Mr. Thorne’s face showed that he wasn’t crazy about the idea, and Mike could guess why.

“Look, Mr. Thorne, if you have any concerns about our friendship, I should tell you that I have a steady girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes, Jennifer, isn’t it?”

“You’re well informed sir.”

“Yes, well, Jason mentioned her to me a few times. Said she was a very lucky girl.” His face still looked a little sour. Mike thought he needed to reassure him further.

“She’s probably the one I’d like to marry, sir, but she’s going back to Kansas City after graduation, and I don’t know how well the long distance relationship will work. I’m not ready to get married yet, and neither is she, but…well, I can only hope it’ll work out!”

Finally Mr. Thorne looked mollified. Any lingering suspicions he may have had dispensed with, he congratulated Mike on the job, gave him some of the logistics information for showing up on his first day, and then said he’d be getting a formal offer with all the details FedEx’ed to him the next day.

After thanking Mr. Thorne again for the opportunity, Mike thumbed the connection closed. He made his way down the hall into the living room. Jason was lying naked on the sofa, completely absorbed in a book held open in his left hand while he absently toyed with his huge, swollen left nipple, twisting it and tugging it with the fingers of his right. Mike could see that Jason’s pouch was bulging, his junk swelling purple against the mesh from the nipple stimulation. Mike stood a while leaning against the door jamb and watched with amusement until finally Jason noticed him and looked up. He abruptly jerked his hand away from his stiff nipple, and then chuckled ruefully.

“What’s up, Mike?”

“I just accepted the job from your Dad.”

Jason’s face broke into a wide grin. “That’s fantastic, man, congratulations!”

“Thanks, Jase. I’m kinda psyched about it. The pay is awesome and the job sounds pretty cool.”

Jason beamed, and then with an earnest look he said, “Look, I don’t want to push, but have you thought about…”

Mike sighed, and said “Yesterday I was pissed and thought you were fucking crazy. Today I’m not pissed, now I just think you’re fucking crazy. I still don’t really get it. Why on earth would you want us to get married if we’re both straight. Neither of us would ever be able to marry if we found the right girl. Why?”

“Mike, I’m not gonna be able to marry a girl anyway. How can I marry, or even date, and still get fucked and swallow your cock all the time? I’ve given up on ever having a normal relationship. Hell, even if I were miraculously cured tomorrow, I’d still know I’d been assfucked hundreds of times, deep throated a huge cock hundreds of times, eaten a guy’s ass hundreds of times, swallowed literally gallons of cum. It’s just not in the cards for me, so if I’m gonna have any kind of sex life at all, it’s gonna be with you. Even with all the humiliation, I have to it I’ve never cum so hard or so often in my life! And all without having a single erection in close to a year! Look, if you find the right girl, we’ll just quietly divorce, no questions asked. And you still get half of everything.”

“Stop talking about the money, I don’t give a shit about that, okay?!”

“I know Mike, I was just spelling things out. If Jennifer is the one for you, or if you meet a great girl in New York, then fine, I’ll let go and figure out something else.”

After a few minutes Mike said “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask, man, thanks!”

That evening when Jason knocked on Mike’s door as usual, Mike yelled “Come in!”

Jason opened the door to see Mike relaxing on his bed on his stomach, his head lying on his folded arms.

“I’ve been thinking. Come on over and eat my ass while I keep thinking, I think better with your tongue up my ass.”

Jason crossed to the bed and crawled on. It occurred to him that if he ate Mike’s ass better than he ever had before, it might tilt Mike in favor of his proposal. He hooked his arms under Mike’s thighs, pulling his ass up toward his mouth, eliciting a surprised grunt from Mike who was now suspended in air. He seized Mike’s smooth, muscled asscheeks with his hands, spreading them wide to expose the hole and dove in vigorously. He alternated between hard jabs of his tongue in the center of Mike’s anus, gentle tickles with the tip of his tongue, tender clinging kisses with his lips on Mike’s rosebud, rapid vibrations of his tongue tip on the wrinkled muscle, bold swipes with the flat of his tongue covering the entire asscrack, and then both gentle and strong sucking of the anal ring into his mouth, his tongue dancing all over the tender flesh. He kept at it, alternating techniques uncomplainingly, for three quarters of an hour. Finally Mike groaned and said “What’s gotten into you? That’s the most amazing rimjob I’ve ever had—you’ve been holding back on me!” Jason looked up to see Mike grinning at him, and he smiled. “Well, I wanted to do a good job.”

“So I’d marry you?”

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt my case.”

Mike chuckled and said “I guess not! That was fantastic!”

“Thanks!” Jason suddenly froze, wondering when he’d crossed the boundary from being utterly disgusted at having to apply his tongue to Mike’s asshole to now taking the revolting chore in stride, even thanking Mike for the privilege and for the compliments. He shuddered. “Christ, I’m a fucked up head case!” he thought.

“So is it pussy night or throat night?”

“It’s throat night Mike.”

“Great, I looove throat night!”

“Yeah, great,” thought Jason. Of course Mike also seemed to ‘looove’ pussy night too!

Mike said “Hey, I thought of something new, a new position!”

Mike saw Jason’s face fall and he said “It’s pretty simple, don’t sweat it.” He got on his hands and knees on the bed and said “Get behind me.” Jason complied, his face near Mike’s ass, which was still wet from Jason’s extended tongue work.

“Now reach under and pull my cock toward you. Suck it until it gets hard again.”

Mike’s rigid erection from the rim job had partially deflated. Jason pulled the semi-hard cock back between Mike’s legs and started sucking vigorously at the head, moving it in and out of his mouth, sucking in his cheeks to make sure the penis had maximum stimulation all along the shaft as he had been taught. Before long the huge phallus was rigid, though still pointing backward between Mike’s legs.

“Now throat me, swallow it until your nose presses against my asshole.” He reached behind himself and spread his asscheeks wide.

Jason thought “Okay, my nose up his ass is gross, but it’s nowhere near as gross as other things I’ve done, this isn’t so bad.” In a single stroke, he drove his face forward, impaling it on Mike’s fat cock, swallowing repeatedly, until his nose was buried firmly in Mike’s still wet asshole. He left it there, moving his head slightly round and round to stimulate Mike’s rosette with the tip of his nose, and then pulled off the shaft. He engulfed it a second time, repeating his movements, and then began a back and forth motion, sucking in his cheeks on the out-stroke for friction, swallowing hard multiple times on the slow in-stroke, speeding up his motion as he kept sucking, repeatedly massaging Mike’s asshole with the tip of his nose. Jason’s own hips began to buck slightly, his prostate throbbing repeatedly as always when Mike’s huge cock was in his throat.

Soon Mike was panting wildly and with a loud groan he started cumming. When Jason felt the first jet of warm fluid coat his tongue, he slammed his face forward, burying Mike’s rod deep in his throat, his nose jammed hard against Mike’s asshole, his upper lip squashed against Mike’s scrotum, the soft heavy balls separated and pressing against his cheeks. Jason began swallowing over and over, moaning around the huge cock as his own began leaking a flood of semen through the mesh pouch. A torrent of jizz flooded his throat while Mike’s anal ring spasmed rhythmically against the tip of Jason’s nose. “Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuuuuuck, FUUUUUUCK!” Mike shouted, his hips involuntarily bucking. His orgasm lasted a full twenty seconds, blasting a river of cum, before finally tapering off, with Mike panting heavily, trying desperately to catch his breath.

Finally sated, Mike sighed contentedly. Jason, his face now red from staying jammed on Mike’s cock, slowly withdrew, letting the head of Mike’s penis gently glide from deep in his throat into his mouth, caressing the swollen glans with his tongue for a moment, and then letting it drop from his lips. Mike’s cock bobbed heavily back and forth and with his hand Jason pulled it toward him and gave it a final wet kiss. Then, raising his head slightly, still holding Mike’s cock he slowly and gently licked up the shaft and then lapped at Mike’s heavy balls, continued licking across his perineum, and then lazily swirled his cum-coated tongue over and around Mike’s still winking asshole. “Aahhh, aahhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh..,” Mike breathed, trailing off as the new pulses of pleasure started by Jason’s tongue against his anus finally subsided. Jason gave a final tender wet, sticky, clinging kiss to Mike’s hole and then sat back on his haunches, waiting.

Mike rolled over on his back, putting his hand over his eyes and began to chuckle softly. Jason looked at him quizzically, and when Mike peeped through his fingers and saw Jason’s face, he laughed harder, he couldn’t stop himself. Slowly he regained control, and with a final chuckle, he breathed “Whew! That was intense!”

“Thanks,” said Jason, and Mike started laughing all over again.

“What’s so funny?”

Mike laughed harder, now hysterical, out of control, his body doubled over on the bed, desperately gasping for breath, his face turning a bright red.

“Mike?”

“Sorry…sorry!” He slowly got control of himself. “Sorry! It’s just that…it’s just…the whole thing is so ridiculous! You’re seriously asking me to marry you just so you can continue to humiliate yourself doing things that utterly disgust you. And I’m having the best sex of my life with another guy when I’m completely straight, I’m talking Kinsey zero! I’m not bisexual, I was never even bi-curious. The thought of having sex with a guy still completely turns me off. But the thought of having sex with you, just you, when you hate it so much, when I know it thoroughly revolts you, that excites the hell out of me! I love this game we’re playing. I love making you do outrageously degrading things while you pretend not to hate it, while you actually can’t help getting off on it despite hating it, it just fucking turns me on so much! That’s what’s so funny. What’s even funnier is that I’m seriously considering marrying you!” Jason looked hopeful but wary, he didn’t want to screw up this delicate balance when the decision could still go either way. “You’re addicted to my cock, addicted to my cum, but I think I’ve become addicted to the sex. It’s a nonstop fuckfest, and my dick has never been so satisfied!”

“Mike, I hope you’re serious about the way you’re leaning. It would mean everything to me, having you sort of ‘commit’ to me in that way, it’s like you’re going all-in on helping me, on keeping me sane. I know I can’t be the ‘little woman’—“

“But don’t you see? That’s exactly what you’d be! I’d have an endless supply of pussy and blowjobs, no dry spells, no “I have a headache”. In your case, you’d get worse than a headache if you didn’t let me fuck your brains out, didn’t swallow my cock until I blasted a load in your throat, every goddamn day. Look, if we do this—“ he saw Jason’s face and warned, “—Jason! Don’t assume, just listen. If we do this, I’m gonna have some conditions, and they’re non-negotiable, as always.”

“Anything Mike.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Well, what do you want? What do you need? Just tell me.”

The wedding was incredibly tasteful—well, at least the decor. Mike was decked out in a beautiful black bespoke Armani tuxedo, a luxury that Jason had bought for him, and it was evident that he was ‘going commando’, the outline of his huge cock pointing down his left thigh, with the massive bulge visible through the thin material, thin enough that anyone looking even casually could tell that Mike was circumcised. Jason had also bought him the custom handmade shoes, the cummerbund, the suspenders, the solid gold shirt studs and cufflinks, and of course, the ring. Not resembling a wedding band, the ring was a masculine piece of simple gold jewelry that would not arouse suspicion from anyone. He stood at the end of the aisle at the front of the small banquet room of their hotel in Las Vegas, the city where they’d decided to vacation for a couple of weeks between graduation and starting their jobs in New York. The ‘friends and family’ for the wedding consisted of a few dozen of the staff from their exclusive hotel, the Dignitary Discretion, who were off-duty and couldn’t believe their luck when they were invited to a short wedding of two hotel guests followed by a sumptuous feast from the most famous chef in the city. The only condition of attendance was that they surrender their cellphones at the entrance. A few tried to hide their phones, but they were searched and reluctantly gave them up for the duration of the event. The doors to the banquet room where they were getting married were locked before the wedding began to keep out any curious bystanders in the hotel. The management knew how to protect their guests’ privacy. There would be no unauthorized photos posted on social media at this wedding.

The guests were already seated on either side of the aisle and there was a growing buzz of conversation and speculation. At last the procession music started, not Wagner’s The Bridal Chorus, which would certainly have been humiliating for Jason. But Mike had chosen an instrumental version of a classic duet from the Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan, From Every Kind of Man Obedience I Expect. This fitting melody was now being played by an elite string quartet from the Las Vegas Symphony Orchestra, who had been entertaining the guests for the last half hour.

A noise came from the back of the hall, a door opening. Turning, the crowd saw Jason emerge from the opened entrance. They gasped as one as he turned to begin his walk down the aisle, and he colored furiously at the crowd’s response. He wore a pair of soft white suede chaps, leaving his ass and his crotch exposed. His genitals sported a barely-there translucent white silk pouch, the wide black laces pulled tight around his junk and tied in a decorative bow tie knot, the glittering gold mesh of his cock cage with its swollen purple cargo shining through the silk. And nothing else. His whole body was shaved smooth from the neck down and oiled until it gleamed. His nipples, erect from the cold of the venue, were enormous and hard, pointing straight ahead. Each nipple was adorned with a spiral made of gold wire that gripped the fat nubbin firmly at the base, serving to inflate and push the giant nipples forward, obscenely extending a full inch from the rippling muscles of his chest. The swollen titflesh, a purple-brown hue, bulged against the gold spirals. His ring finger was adorned with a tasteful gold band matching the spirals around his nipples, very different from Mike’s ring. No one would suspect they were married from the rings on their fingers.

Jason slowly paced barefoot down the white satin runner in the aisle in time to the music, his hands cupped together in front of him in mimicry of a bride carrying her bouquet. And as he ed each row, he heard the murmur of surprise. Everyone was drinking in the sight of the most perfect body, the most perfect ass they’d ever seen, and they all smiled once he ed and they saw each asscheek had its own adornment. The women, and a few of the men, envied Mike.

Jason reached the end of the aisle, where a large white satin cushion, matching both the runner and his codpiece, lay on the dais. Jason knelt on the thick soft cushion, parting his knees widely to display his toned ass for everyone to see. Between his cheeks, a large blue gem shone brightly—a blue topaz. Mike had insisted on a large jewel decorating his plug for the wedding, the traditional “something blue.” Now the guests could finally see Jason’s beautiful engagement ring, a large brilliant sparkling diamond, set in a thick gold band threaded through a guiche piercing just above his silk codpiece and just below the cerulean jewel, decorating his perineum. And finally, in an ascending arc on his left asscheek, in large simple letters wrought in black, was a tattoo reading

MIKE’S

and on the right cheek, in matching font, was a descending arc reading

CUNT

Jason looked up at Mike, who smiled down at him. They didn’t hold hands, didn’t touch each other. The officiant, not a clergyman but with a license to wed, faced the two of them. He was a tall, slender, distinguished elderly gentleman with a conservative buzz haircut, the same cut he’d sported for at least fifty years. His thinning hair was fully white, with a pencil thin mustache that was jarring on his angular face because unlike his hair it was dyed jet black. He was clad in a severe black suit, the uniform for his profession. He had been officiating weddings in Vegas for decades and thought he’d seen it all, but this was something entirely new for him and he shifted slowly from foot to foot nervously. The book he held was a prop intended to convey the solemnity of the occasion, though instead of the Holy Bible the heavy tome he held was his pride and joy, a priceless eighty year old first edition of The Complete Works of George Bernard Shaw, his favorite author. The book was bound in soft black leather, and it resembled an old family bible.

“Dearly beloved,” he began. “We are gathered here to witness the wedding of…” He looked down at the index card tucked into the book in his hands. “…Michael and Jason.” He had been told to use only first names. “Inasmuch as they have already exchanged rings signifying their commitment to each other, I now invite them to share their vows in front of those here assembled. Jason?”

Jason took a deep breath, colored, and turning his torso slightly toward his fiancé, he looked up into Mike’s face. He was frozen in place for a few moments, his eyes darting toward the crowd. Several times he tried to start before finally taking a deep breath and stammering out “Mike. I promise to give you my…my… obedience, to take your…your huge…cock deep in my…uh…” he swallowed hard, “my…uh…my hungry…my…my hungry cunt—“ The audience gasped and started to murmur again. “—to…uh…swallow all your…your semen, to…to swallow all…all my semen, to…to bury my tongue deep in your…uh…your…your…a-asshole, to have and to hold your…your…cock in my…in my throat, for as long as we both shall live.” His face was crimson as he stammered through this very public humiliation.

The officiant’s eyes had widened during this…unorthodox vow, but he gathered himself and turned to Mike, saying “Michael?”

“I promise to accept your obedience, to shove my cock deep in your hungry cunt, to feed you all my semen, to feed you all your semen, to take your tongue deep in my asshole, and to have and to hold my cock in your throat, for as long as we both shall live.” Mike did not have the difficulty that Jason had had. His steady voice had filled the small room, his pledge said with deep reverence in the sober tones usually used for a more traditional wedding vow.

The officiant seemed spellbound as he heard these vows again, and in his shock it was a moment before he realized it was his turn to speak. “Uh, then with the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, in front of all these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and…uh…husband. You may kiss the…that is, you may kiss the…uh…you may now kiss.”

Mike and Jason turned toward each other, Jason awkwardly shuffling his knees on the cushion. Jason leaned over, put his hands behind Mike, gripped his clothed butt with both hands, and planted a long and sensuous open-mouthed kiss directly on his new husband’s thinly covered cock, nuzzling aggressively through the nearly translucent material with his lips for a several seconds. Mike’s cock visibly swelled in his pants, extending further down his leg.

There was a stunned silence for a few long moments, and then one brave soul in the crowd began clapping. That broke the ice, and slowly, a little at a time, the whole crowd began to applaud, finally reaching a crescendo as Jason rose and the two walked side by side back down the aisle, still not touching. Out of the corner of his mouth Jason whispered “I’m really happy Mike, thank you.”

“Me too, little girl, me too.”

Epilogue:

Mike Hartree stretched to ease his aching shoulders. He’d been polishing up the draft of his research paper for more than two hours straight, and the report he had been editing for the last, what was it, three months now, was finally complete. He couldn’t believe he and Jason Thorne had been married for three months! He’d had to snatch the few hours of time for writing in the evenings once in a while after work or on weekends, after dinner and after fucking or feeding Jason, so it was very late, well past midnight. Sighing, he closed both the file and the lid on the laptop and stood, stretching his naked body again and yawning loudly. He walked over to the built-in bookshelf in the sitting area of his large bedroom, containing his favorite works of fiction and some college texts. He and Jason maintained separate bedrooms both as their personal preference and in case any of their family dropped in unexpectedly.

Mike idly ran his hands over the worn volumes on the shelf, pausing for a moment with his hand on Shaw’s Pygmalion. He smiled to himself briefly, and then his fingers began tracing the shelf below, which held the textbooks from his college days: Psychology by Myers and DeWall, another by Ciccarelli and White, Comer and Comer’s Abnormal Psychology, many more. He pulled out a tall, slender volume bound in plain black hardcover with embossed gold lettering on the front, his senior thesis. He opened it to the title page, which read On the Effectiveness of Subaudible Subliminal Aural Signals in Treating Mood Disorders. His advisor had called it a ‘masterpiece’, easily the best work he’d seen from an undergraduate. A condensed version had been accepted for publication in a leading psychology journal, with Mike as sole author, highly unusual for a senior thesis. His advisor had strongly urged Mike to continue his studies in psychology in graduate school, telling Mike that if he pursued his doctorate he could be a talented researcher in the field. Mike was flattered, but he already knew the work was a masterpiece and he already had other plans for his career. It had been difficult to moderate his writing, only reporting on the legitimate work, keeping his advisor in the dark.

On a whim, he went back to his laptop, opened it, and keyed in the . Opening the file he’d been working on, he keyed in its as well. The file was encrypted, as was the entire disk drive for the laptop—he had to be cautious. The file opened to the title page of the report he’d really been gathering data for during his college years. It read On the Effectiveness of Subaudible Subliminal Aural Signals Coupled with Low Levels of Psychotropic Drugs in Treating Mood Disorders, Increasing Suggestibility, Overcoming Resistance, Suppressing Inhibitions, Enhancing Libido, Strengthening Emotional Response, and Intensifying and Prolonging Orgasm. It too was a masterpiece, but would never be published. The findings were too disturbing, but more importantly his research had been conducted unethically, even illegally. He had not sought approval from the University’s Institutional Review Board for this secret project, a project that clearly involved human subjects research—well, one human subject anyway. Moreover, he had not obtained a signed consent form from the subject. He hadn’t even notified the subject that he was in an experiment. Unethical? Absolutely! He’d violated virtually every tenet of the Common Rule for Protection of Human Subjects. He would be barred from the field of psychology for life if his experiment were ever revealed. Illegal? Certainly if the subject ever discovered that he was a subject in an experiment, and discovered the intent of the experiment, Mike was almost certain to go to jail, or more likely be murdered by the subject!

Mike sighed. For the thousandth time he wondered how things had gotten so out of hand and why he’d decided to take things so far. His original intent was just to see if his more speculative projections for the effectiveness of his proposed anxiety protocol were accurate, and he found it amusing to select someone who was so narcissistic, so infuriatingly entitled, as his test subject. Installing the specialized speakers under Jason’s bed to play every night while he slept and doctoring his roommate’s energy drinks had been easy. It was supposed to be a brief test, just a simple demonstration, a proof of concept. But it had worked too well, he had let it go too far, from a combination of intense curiosity about the limits of his technique and a desire to humble the object of his disdain, the annoying, rich, spoiled, entitled, self-important trust fund brat. It worked so well that he decided to use a modified, scaled-back version on himself too while he slept, and as a result his own libido was now nearly insatiable, the frequency, intensity, and duration of his own orgasms shattering. He had been fucking three or four impossibly huge loads a day into Jason’s holes for nearly two years, his orgasms lasting twenty or thirty seconds now with as many as two dozen heavy jets of semen, and he showed no signs of tapering off. The evidence of his virility was now in Jason’s room, where the entire built-in bookcase was filled with dozens of beer steins, representing an art installation with a deeper meaning.

When he’d first succeeded in getting Jason to beg Mike to fuck him, he could have stopped. He could have undone the obsession, the maddening itching that he’d inflicted on his roommate. He could have removed the mental blocks that interfered with Jason’s reason, that caused him to rationalize his improbable addictions and treatments, that caused him to be blind to the many cameras that Mike installed in the house to document his ‘research’. But the prospect of using sex to humiliate Jason, to take him down a peg, had proved too seductive. Mike had recognized then his own aberrant psychological flaw. It was a textbook case of psychopathy, without the violent tendencies that could sometimes result in serial killers. It used to terrify him, this knowledge of his own condition, of his weakness, but he was always able to reason it away. “As bad as I am, there are others out there who are worse. I can control this.” he would rationalize to himself. Gradually the inner voice that accused him diminished, and ultimately vanished.

Mike smiled faintly and closed the laptop again. He thought about his marriage, his unusual relationship with Jason. He found it curious that even now, after all the countless conclusive research studies disproved it, so many people still feared that exposure to gay sex might lead someone to become gay, that their children needed to be protected from such an influence lest they ‘turn gay’. It was ridiculous, people didn’t change their sexual preferences, their orientation. Look at me, he thought, I’m still completely straight, a classic Kinsey zero despite having sex with a man multiple times a day every single day for years. If anyone were going to become gay through exposure it would be me. Or Jason, who despite everything, despite every day for two years begging me to let him swallow my cock or to fuck him, despite jamming his tongue up my ass multiple times a day, despite swallowing gallons and gallons of my cum, is still as straight as can be, and still loathes every second of what I put him through to get treatment for his addiction.

Someday, many years from now when they were both old and gray, Mike mused, he might let Jason read the report and maybe they’d both have a good laugh about it.

With that comforting thought, Mike turned and walked toward the door, determined to go wake up his cumdump.