Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2002 20:03:46 -0800
From: Peter in Los Angeles <sailboyla@hotmail.com>
Subject: dorm-domintation-4

Dorm Domination
Chapter 4
Mike's Surprise for Alex

by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

Disclaimers:

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

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>From Chapter 3:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No," I answered truthfully.

"Are you ready?," Mike asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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* I have forgotten to mention a thanks to Percxyz@aol.com for his Dominated
by Doug series. He has inspired me to write this story and his continues to
be the standard which I hope I live up to.
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