Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2011 23:28:52 -0200 From: Reverend Jon Nemo Subject: Dominated by Drother's Roomate "Dominated by brother's roommate" By Gilgamesh Copyright 2011 Me. All applicable rights reserved. (M,m domination, bisex, adult-youth) _____________________________________________________________________________ For the most part, elements of this story are fact, with some dramatic license taken in some areas. It's a way to deal with all of these thoughts that flood my mind with the pleasant memories of I'll cherish forever. My name is Edwin (no, not really), and I'm in my 40's now. I come from a moderate sized family and I have three siblings of either gender, me being the seventh and youngest and was the last to leave the nest. My father was raised very old school and was forced to travel all about the country seeking regular employment. To call my parents devoutly religious would be something of an understatement. Both were terrified they were going to burn if they didn't follow the bible to the letter, which means the rest of us were too. (In fact the level of religious devotion they displayed were sometimes the subject of some humiliation fantasies of mine. Heh - no, I know what you're thinking, and I'm fine thank you... there really are no emotional scars from it. I'll spare you the early details of rural life as a teenager in Cape Breton, Canada. It really isn't that relevant, and it probably isn't what you came here to read. I work with the Parks Department monitoring fire watch of the acres of woodland in the summer months and during the winter I supplement my income managing a bar and playing with the house band. I've been very fortunate in life and it leaves me with plenty of time to write. I've even been published in some mainstream articles about camping in the wilds of Canada. I'm not married, nor have I ever been. I've never felt the need to seek out companionship beyond the basic necessities of dwelling within the "human community". I was aware that men pleasured themselves among each other but rural Canada can be very limiting in the days before the world wide web, very little in the way of communication about 'big city affairs' beyond political news ever reached out sleepy little town. There were no openly gay people that I know of, and I wouldn't have known a gay man or a lesbian to trip over one. I certainly had no concept of a lifestyle homosexual. Fifteen is such an awkward age. I had discovered my body's sexual proclivities early in life - eight to be exact. I had peeked on my older brother's collection of dirty magazines and the ... inflated - no pun intended. I had been masturbating madly since before I ejaculate. I was slim- 5' 8" and probably a little underweight by today's standards. I had shoulder length blonde hair back in the says when I thought my Les Paul look-alike guitar would make me the next rock star. I was very flexible thanks mostly to the films of Jean Claude Van Damme and Bruce Lee and forever my attempts to emulate them. Gosh, how I miss those days. Anyways, during that particular year, my father had announced we were moving to Toronto so he could he could secure work. I never appreciated rural life then the way I do now. We would be staying with my respective siblings where room was available - me at my brother's apartment building. The suited me fine - indoor pool, billiard tables and I could play music with my brother who was also a music fan a player himself. He occasionally joins the stage act when he's in town. My brother's roommate was a giant of a guy compared to me. Dave was probably 40 - 42, 6'5", stocky; the mental image of a biker but with closer cropper hair. He had thick stubble around his chin and he was working in a factory while playing clubs trying to become known. (. he never did, by the way in case you were thinking Dave might be a modern celebrity) I liked him a lot though he scared the crap out of me - not intentionally, I'm sure. He reminded me of Joe Cocker especially the singing voice. His performances at parties were renowned for silencing crowds to listen. Okay - so now that the boring old backstory is done, let's get to what happened: I had decided to go exploring one night while my brother was at work. The September weather had produced a feircve wind and some light rain. He started the night rotation, so he wouldn't be back til at least 6 AM, and it being a Friday night, I'm pretty sure Dave had better things to do too. Like I said, he scared me.he acted like I was a nuisance to have a around, and in retrospect, I was. School had started a few weeks earlier and I was actually a pretty good student so homework was done. My brother provided me with a key to the apartment, so I was free to come and go as I pleased. It had gotten late and I had wasted several hours and dollars in a video arcade close by, but being new in town, I hadn't made any friends yet but I didn't want to sleep either. So about 10:30 I made my way back to the apartment. It was empty as far as I knew, and maybe the Movie Channel would have something I could pull my cock to. My cock had always been pretty thick, about 5" and mostly hairless. I was 25 before any real facial hair set in, so there was wasn't much beyond a tuft of pubic hair either. I made my way upstairs and turned the key in the lock, and let myself in. The living room was to the left and I heard the TV on. I had wondered if my brother had left it on when he left. I entered the room to see an overly made up blonde bouncing up and down on the cock of pornstar Jamie Gillis. Remember him? Edwin was laying across the far end of the sectional couch, bottle of wine in one hand and a roach clip in the other. He glanced at me and returned his attention to the movie. With the top of the bottle, Dave pointed at the empty section of the couch and gestured for me to sit. I had never watched a porn with anyone before and figured why not. Besides, I didn't want Dave to think I was uncool, so I pulled off my leather jacket and sat down, and tried to recline in a way that said `cool kid'. The next scene in the movie involved Jamie Gillis being given a massage from a middle aged male valet. Gillis turned over on back and the attendant was rubbing him up and down, then suddenly surprised me by dropping his face onto Gillis' cock and began sucking. Gillis displayed little emotion whatsoever as his apparent servant was blowing him. I was indeed shocked, but I didn't look at Dave wanting to appear that way, so I continued watching the screen. I don't recall which movie it was, but it certainly didn't disgust me, but it sure made me nervous thanks to all that religious upbringing. It must have been early in the movie because I remember it playing out for quite some time. It was then I looked at Dave who had tapped his foot on the couch to get my attention, asking if I wanted some wine. I looked past the bottle and saw Dave's waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing pulled down to beneath his scrotum, and his very erect penis (that thing had to be eight inches long and as thick around as a microphone shaft. I accepted the bottle and he returned his hand to stroking his cock. I took a pull on the bottle and cradled it, and couldn't resist glancing out of the corner of my eye as he just seemed to brush his fingers up and down the shaft. I swear I saw a smirk out of the corner of his mouth. He asked me quite nonchalantly if I wanted to touch it. I honestly didn't know if I wanted to or not. I panicked and went with the first impulse. I feigned a very sad looking yawn and said "Naw - I should probably get to bed." It seemed like a `I really would, but I'm tired tonite' to me and got up to go. Maybe I would work up the courage to come back after I gave it some thought. He kind of smirked and wished me good night. I made my way into the bathroom, heart pounding out of my chest. I turned on the water and splashed some on my face. I managed to relax a little, and started to brush my teeth. I took my shirt off and tossed it in the hamper, but left my jeans on. After that was done, I decided I was still too scared to try and just go to bed. I opened the door after a deep breath, trying still to keep it casual. Dave surprised me, leaning against the wall outside the door. He had a very stern look on his face and took a step closer and I was too scared to moved, eyes locked with his, glaring at me and I wondered for a moment if I were about to be raped. I didn't even move when he reached forward and grabbed my right arm above the elbow and pulled me forward., I was frightened he was going to kiss me or something, but he suddenly pivoted and the jarring motion pulled me off balance and I stumbled but stayed upright. He dragged me into his bedroom which was lit by a single beside lamp and he pushed me forward and I landed face down on his bed. I turned my head to see him pushing his sweatpants down and he was wearing loose fitting cotton shorts underneath. He climbed up on the bed and turned me over so I was now facing him. I was still speechless, and had no idea how to react. He smiled almost an evil grin after he paused to look at what he had done. Looking back now, I'm certain it was because he knew I was about to submit. His weight pinned me to the mattress and I remember it smelling of old wine and cigarettes. He ambled up the bed and took either of my wrists and yanked them upwards. The sudden jolt of the stretch stressed my shoulders because now I was really immobilized and my option to fight back had faded away. He pinned my wrists together and then used his size to only have to use one hand to pin them together. He continued to maneuver on the bed and by the time he was done, one hand was pinning my right and he was kneeling on the other arm and he was effectively straddling my chest in his underwear. I tried to open my mouth to wince at the pain of it, but his free hand covered my mouth so I couldn't utter a sound. A menacing glare was enough to keep me quiet. Through the fly opening, he freed his cock and scrotum again. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began rubbing his cock on my face. I remember the feel of the hot flesh, almost uncomfortably so. He rubbed it on my cheek as I look up at him terrified. I was certain he was about to fuck my mouth. At this point I became even more frightened. What if he choked me by accident? He stopped and looked down at me and just stroked his cock. I had no idea what he was going to do. He looked down again and what he said next would shock and arouse me for the rest of my life. "Daddy is going to make you feel good.". I became suddenly aware that my own cock sprang strangely to life. HE then positioned himself and lowered his scrotum with the massive balls to my mouth, and he used his hand to push them onto my mouth. I resisted as best I could, but his 6'5" frame, 200 lbs plus weight made fighting back or even resisting an option. My lips opened and his sac poured into my mouth. It was an effective gag too - I couldn't even muffle a sound. He began to stroke his cock faster and with one of those massive hands as the shivering and quaking motion made his balls shake in my mouth. My tongue seemed to fight to keep it from going any further in, and I'm sure the sensation he must have felt told him I was sucking on them. maybe I was. I know my cock was raging to get out too in both fear and sheer arousal, but I was still wearing my jeans. The more intense he became, the lower his body would get now as basically the entire scrotum was in my mouth. I kept looking up at his eyes which were now clenched in utter intensity. My shoulders ached from the strain. He was hurting me, and much to my surprise, I liked it. Now before I continue, I should tell you I had only fucked one other girl in my life at that point, never participated in any form of BDSM play, and the last time I had come close to seeing another cock, it scared me so much I nearly cried years and years earlier. But this. I was surprised at myself that I was enjoying it. Both for how frightened and at how horny I was for doing it. Dave's face grimaced as his hand was now a blur with me pinned beneath him. The time between the moan and the first jet of semen was fast, and he had pointed his cock down and at my face. To me, with my mouth still full inhaled sharply through my nose it felt like bubbling lava streaming onto my face. His body jerked and spasmed as he pulled every drop out he could. He sat there panting when he was finished and looked down at me. He just smiled and said nothing. He released me and his balls popped out of my mouth. I was sore from the waist up, my mouth especially. I was still frightened, and hadn't had all the time to process everything that had just occurred; my face still sticky from his cum. He told me to get off the bed and I did, now panting myself. He told me to go wipe my face and I left slowly. I didn't realize that I had began to cry. I turned on the sink in the bathroom and washed away the thick layer of cum from my face. When I had washed away the last of it, I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that my eyes were red from the tears. I knew I was horny, but I didn't really think about what had just happened. I was still in the middle of it. I was in an apartment with a man who had just sexually assaulted me, and I had enjoyed it through the fear. I walked very slowly out into the hallway - crept, really. As I crossed in front of his bedroom door he was laying back on his bed (the foot faced the doorway). The rest of the scene played out like this: As I tried to pass by to get to my own room he told me to stop. I did, and hesitantly looked toward him. "Let's see it." He said. It didn't register what he meant. "See what?" I replied meekly. "Pull your pants down." I was shocked again that another man was telling me he wanted to see me naked. "I should get to bed." I said, my eyes falling away from his. I turned slowly and took another step. He said. growled "Stop." I did. "I said take your clothes off." I could feel the tears welling up again and felt my face heat up from the shame, and at the same time I felt myself becoming erect again. I hesitantly unbuttoned my jeans and turned sideways. They fell to the floor, but I left my underwear on. "Turn around" He said again and drew again from his smoke. I did and turned completely around and understood I was being inspected. "Come here." I walked very shaky footsteps back into his bedroom and stopped by the bed. He reached over and pulled the waistband and pulled my shorts down to my knees. I must have been beet red as my erect cock pointed straight out. He took my arm again and pulled, my shorts falling to floor as I was forced to take a step. He pulled again and I was back up at the foot of the bed kneeling and facing him. He positioned himself in a similar pose facing me. He put his hand on my chest and told me to lean backwards. I was sniffling softly with little sobs of shame as I was leaning back on my elbows, my knees tucked beneath. He used his hands to spread my thighs wide open. I was now completely exposed in front of my attacker. I could feel my ass shivering, but my cock betrayed me. "You fucking liked it, didn't you?" I sobbed again but didn't answer. "Answer me." He growled again. I shamefully nodded and my submission was complete. "I fucking thought so, you little slut." I was completely surprised at how hard I got being called that. I had no idea what was gong to happen next. He moved closer to me and knelt between my open legs. "Oh no" I thought. I was sure he was going to try to fuck me. He began to masturbate again. He told me to open my mouth but not to move. He jerked and jerked again just staring at me posed the way I was. My mouth was beginning to dry from keeping it open, but struggling to do as I was told. He began to grunt and moan again, and I closed my eyes and prepared for the reason he made me keep my mouth open. I felt the semen hit my belly and genitals. five streams in all. I looked down and saw all the white stuff over my cock and wanted him to touch me the way he'd be beating on himself. He was breathing very hard now and said. "Now go clean yourself up" and I made my way back to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I came out, my shorts were thrown out into the hallway floor and Dave's bedroom door was closed. I sat down in the hallway and waited for a few minutes, but the door never reopened. I was very disappointed. I wanted him to do more, and I was left with no option. I decided not masturbate in case he changed his mind overnight and wanted to take me from my bed, but he didn't. I fell into an exhausted sleep. I awoke the next morning to my brother at his kitchen table eating some kind of cereal. Dave had already left for the day it seemed. He asked me if anything had happened while he was at work. I simply replied that I just went to bed after I got home from the arcade.