Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2008 10:35:13 -0500
From: stories@nc.rr.com
Subject: Manipulated

Manipulated
(college, mast, auth, cum denial, humil, feet)

stories@nc.rr.com

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Scene One - Beginnings

	Nathan had a problem.  He was an addict - not to a specific
substance, but to pleasure.  Once he discovered an activity that brought
him gratification he couldn't get enough of it, choosing to spend hours
engaged in the pursuit of satisfaction.  He first became aware of this
tendency while still in middle school, when an online video game stole away
his friends and caused his grades to suffer considerably.  He was sixteen
when he had his first drink and seventeen when he started sneaking
cigarettes.  Later that same year came his first joint and, by this time,
he had little interest in school or building relationships.

	By far the most consuming compulsive behavior was masturbation.
Nathan had been exploring his body for as long as he could remember but
during one fateful session when he was twelve he had his first waking
orgasm - he was hooked.  For the next seven years, he would jerk and tease
himself for hours on end and once he discovered porn he was unstoppable.
During his most out of control years, he jerked it at least three times a
day - a quick wank in the shower, another at school while locked in a
bathroom stall, and nice slow one before bed.  These various addictions
kept Nathan from developing good social skills since he preferred to spend
most of his time alone.  When he did associate with others they easily
influenced him, sometimes to his detriment.  His grades were average at
best, which prevented him from getting into the best of colleges...and his
roommate assignment hadn't helped.

	Justin was the kind of guy your parents warn you to stay away from.
He was regularly involved in fights during high school and had shoplifting
and drug charges while he was a minor.  His parents had long since given up
on him and, to be honest, were thrilled to get him out of the house.  He
was selling pot by October of his freshman year and graduated to ecstasy
and a variety of prescription drugs by spring.  He was sloppy and unkempt,
regularly wearing the same clothes for days at a time and only shaving when
the stubble began to itch.  His raven black hair hung carelessly down to
his shoulders but fit his overall appearance.  His lean 6'2" frame
outmatched Nathan's height by almost three inches.  Mischievous and
manipulative, his lackluster performance in school gave the wrong
impression about his intellect.  In fact, Justin was mentally quick,
bordering on cunning - just the type to lead a compliant personality to do
anything he wanted.

	Justin knew within weeks that Nathan would be easy to play if he
ever wanted to.  He was completely aware of his roommate's addition to porn
and masturbation but held that knowledge close to the vest, not wanting to
cause him to implement more serious measures to hide his pastime.  The
dorms were cramped and there wasn't much privacy, but Justin stayed away
much of the time, giving Nathan ample opportunities to indulge himself.
And in spite of the fact that courteousness was not Justin's strong suit,
he would even knock at the door before fishing the room key out of his
pocket to allow Nathan a few extra seconds to put himself away if he was
playing at the time.  On one occasion, just to confirm his suspicion, he
left his webcam on when he went out for the day and captured some grainy,
mostly out of focus, footage of Nathan stroking himself silly.

	It took most of that first year, but Nathan and Justin eventually
warmed up to each other and began hanging out in their room together,
usually smoking and drinking, though Justin was sure to give his roommate
plenty of time for his favorite activity.  When an off-campus unit opened
up through university housing, they jumped at the chance to take it for
their sophomore year.  The place was a dump, a converted hotel that the
college had renovated to expand options for students.  It was just one
large room on the fifth floor, but offered nearly twice the space, as well
as a small kitchen area, a balcony, and their own bathroom.  Since they
were now out of the dorms, they became more open about smoking pot in the
room and spent many an evening just getting drunk and/or stoned while
kicking back wasting time with the television.  By now, Justin had been
sizing up Nathan for well over a year and decided that his plan was
realistic, that it could be executed if he went slowly and made no
mistakes.  Nathan didn't know it yet, but he was about to become Justin's
whore.

	The process was to begin on Halloween, though Justin's preparations
started more than two weeks earlier.  First, he removed the door to the
bathroom one afternoon while Nathan was out and ditched it in a dumpster
behind the apartments.  When Nathan came home and asked about the missing
door, Justin made up a story about the lock breaking.  When maintenance
showed up, so the lie went, they discovered some rot around the hinges and
had to remove the door.  A replacement would have to be ordered and could
take a month to arrive and be installed - more than enough time for Justin
to implement his plan.  Next, he abruptly stopped giving Nathan even a
moment's privacy.  He was always up and moving about the room in the
mornings while Nathan was showering and was without fail present when he
got back from class.  Justin stuck to his roommate like they were joined at
the hip for those two weeks, making certain that he never had more than a
few moments alone.  Without a door on the bathroom, Nathan was
uncomfortable jerking off in the shower and Justin's constant closeness
made it impossible to find time for masturbating in the room.  A few times,
Nathan worked up the courage to quietly stroke under the covers late at
night, but Justin always seemed to need to get up and piss or get a drink
just as he got close to shooting.  One night he was absolutely convinced
Justin was asleep and managed to cycle himself up and down several times,
enjoying the clandestine wank.  He was on the very edge of shooting a
massive load into the sheets when the television suddenly came on, flooding
the room with light.  Justin yawned and stretched his arms above his head,
his right hand holding the remote...

	"Sorry, man, I didn't mean to wake you.  I can't seem to get to
sleep tonight and thought I could turn it on without disturbing you.  You
don't mind if I watch some, do you?"

	Nathan felt like screaming.  "No, go ahead...you won't bother
me..." He hastily turned on his side, trying to hide the cock bulge under
the covers.  Releasing his throbbing hard on, he felt large amounts of
sticky precum flow into his sheets.  Eventually, a frustrated Nathan fell
asleep after it became apparent that it just wasn't meant to be tonight.

	As fortune would have it (at least for Justin), the roommates
course schedules placed them in the same buildings at the same time of day.
Justin would casually meet Nathan in the hallways and talk with him as they
walked to their next classroom.  When Nathan needed to go to the restroom,
Justin always needed to go too.  It was a bit irritating for Nathan, as he
really could use a quick jerk between classes, but Justin's presence seemed
so natural that he had no idea he was actually being "escorted" to the
bathroom.  On one occasion, he locked himself inside a stall, assuming that
Justin would take a spot at the urinals, piss, and leave for his next
class.  Instead, he took the stall next to Nathan and engaged him in
conversation the entire time.

	A few days before Halloween, Nathan stayed in bed as Justin got up
and showered.  When he came back into the main room, towel around his
waist, he noticed Nathan still in bed...

	"Get up, dude - you're gonna be late..."

	"Leave me alone...I'm sick...not going to class today..." Nathan
lied.

	"If you're sick, you really should go to the infirmary - you don't
wanna feel like shit for Halloween..."

	"No, I'll be fine - I just need to rest today..."

	"Yeah, right..." Justin spat under his breath.  Nathan rolled over
on his side, adjusted the covers, and waited for Justin to leave.

	After the door closed, Nathan was fisting his hard cock within
seconds.  It seemed like it had been forever since his last orgasm.  He
thought about just a quick jerk and then going back to sleep but his
addiction took over and he wanted this one to last.  After all, Justin
would be gone for hours and he might not get an opportunity like this one
again.  He settled in for a nice long edging session.

	Justin left the apartment angry and cursing.  He quickly decided to
blow off class.  He couldn't give Nathan that much time alone - not this
close to initiating his plan.  He rapidly walked to the nearest drugstore,
about two blocks away, and bought some Tylenol and three different types of
cold medicine.  Practically running back to the apartment, he checked his
watch.  Nathan had been alone for twenty minutes.  He could only hope that
his roommate hadn't cum yet.  Putting his ear to the door, he listened and
heard the scarcely audible sounds of porn coming from Nathan's computer.
Justin smiled; if Nathan was still watching porn then he probably hadn't
cum.  He made an obvious noise at the door while fiddling with the lock,
even pretending to drop his key and cursing loud at his make believe
slippery fingers.  The sound of porn abruptly stopped and hasty, panicked
noises came from the other side of the door.  Nathan was so fucking
predictable.  When he entered the room, Nathan was back in bed pretending
to be asleep.  Continuing the act, he stirred and rubbed his eyes...

	"What the hell are you doing home?"

	"I brought you some medicine.  I sure as hell don't wanna catch
whatever you've got and besides, you need to be ready to party this
weekend..." Justin heard Nathan sigh in frustration and grinned widely.
Things were going perfectly...

	The evening of Halloween arrived and by Justin's reckoning Nathan
had not cum in over two weeks.  He knew that this guy's balls had to be
about to boil over.  It wasn't going to take much to get this started.
Justin decided to take Nathan to a party where he didn't know many people,
assuming he would get bored and want to leave early.  Both of them drank
rather heavily early on and they smoked a little pot, but Nathan was ready
to run off after only a couple of hours and they were back at the apartment
by midnight.  It was time to begin...

	"Hey, Nathan, want some ecstasy?  I'm having one," he lied as he
pretended to swallow a pill.

	"I didn't think you took that stuff - just sold it..." Nathan
replied as he stripped down to his boxers, common apartment attire for him.

	"I don't normally but I got hooked up good a couple of weeks ago,
thinking I could sell it before all the Halloween parties.  I couldn't
unload it though and now I'm sitting on WAYYYY too much of it.  Here...have
one...no charge..."

	He held out the drug to Nathan who promptly swallowed it before
falling back on his bed, arms up with fingers interlaced behind his head,
showing off his bare chest and armpits nicely.  Justin toed off his
sweat-soaked sneakers and kicked them towards the beds, quickly filling the
room with the jock aroma.  He then moved to the kitchen area and grabbed
two beers from the compact refrigerator.  He opened both and made casual
conversation with Nathan as he grabbed two packets of powdered headache
medicine from the cabinet.  One of the packets had a small black mark in
the corner and contained a pre-prepared ground up tablet of Viagra in
addition to the normal ingredients.  The roommates routinely used these to
ward off hangovers after nights of heavy drinking.  Nathan threw his back
without a second thought and washed the bitter taste away with his beer.
There was nothing to do now but wait...

	About thirty minutes later, Justin could tell that both the ecstasy
and the Viagra were beginning to work - Nathan was at first sweaty and
flushed then complained that it was cold in the apartment.  Justin quickly
turned up the heater before Nathan decided to put on more clothes.  He was
obviously entering a very calm state and was becoming increasingly relaxed.
Justin, still fully dressed except for his shoes, fished through his
bedside table, took a DVD to the player, and put it in.

	"What's that?" asked Nathan.

	"Some porn I downloaded last week - you gotta love that Internet,
huh?  I haven't had a chance to watch it yet.  You don't mind, do you?"

	"No, man...go ahead and put it in."

	Justin let the movie play through the first scene and then got up
to grab the bottle of Jack Daniel's.  Returning to his bed, he got a good
look at Nathan.  He was zoning on the drugs and his hand was futilely
trying to hide the juicy bone he was throwing in his boxers.  Justin took a
shot straight from the bottle before handing it to his fucked up roommate
who did the same.

	"Jeez, man, it sure would feel good to be jerking off..."

	He turned his head in a kind of delayed reaction once what Justin
said sank in.  "Huh?  What'd you say?"

	"Oh, sorry...I was just thinking out loud.  It's hard for me to
watch one of these things and not play with myself."

	"Yeah, I think that's true for most of us, man..."

	"Well, if you decide you want to, it won't bother me," Justin
offered as he casually lay back down, pretending as though there was
nothing unusual about that comment in the slightest.  "I'd probably join
you if I hadn't taken the ecstasy.  As horny as it makes my mind, it really
doesn't agree with my cock...usually gives me the limp-dick blues..." Of
course, Justin had not taken anything, was barely feeling his alcohol, and
even though Nathan couldn't see it, his dick was rock hard.  He paused for
effect.  "Don't look like you have that problem though..."

	Nathan chuckled nervously.  "Sorry about that, man."

	"No need to apologize...it's a pretty good movie.  The fact that
it's making you hot just means it's doing it's job..."

	"I guess..."

	"Well, like I said, if you decide to pull it out for some air, it
won't bother me..."

	For the next ten minutes, Nathan was on fire.  His cock was
pounding like he'd never felt it before.  It had been over two weeks since
his last orgasm and the Viagra was giving him the most wicked, almost
painful, erection of his life.  His veiny foreskin had long since peeled
back and he could feel the slit leaking freely into his boxers.  The hand
trying to cover it up began to move slightly, only making matters worse.
Justin let Nathan stew in his juices until he was ready to move on...

	"Nathan, why don't you just go ahead and jerk off?  You're not
really fooling me - I know you need to..."

	"Yeah, I don't think I can do that..."

	"Why not?"

	"It would just be a little too weird for me..."

	"Suit yourself - but you're about to blow in those shorts, dude.  I
can't imagine how that would be any less weird than going for it and doing
what guys do.  Especially since I gave you permission."  Justin had been
planning this conversation for weeks and knew he wanted to use the word
"permission" as he talked Nathan over the threshold - he knew the
psychological implications.

	Nathan wished he'd left his clothes on when they'd gotten back from
the party.  As it was, the boxers were the only thing between him and total
nudity.  Hanging out in underwear was not unusual for either roommate but
this time was different - Nathan felt awkward and exposed, especially with
Justin still dressed.  He was nervous and on edge, horny as fuck and more
than a little paranoid, his conscience mind could barely hear his roommate
whisper...

	"Take off the boxers, dude..."

	Nathan resisted.

	"Take off the boxers, dude..."

	The porn showed a hot uncut stud shooting his load on the ass of a
very vocal blonde actress.  Nathan groaned in sexual torture at the
imagery.

	"Take off the boxers, dude..."

	Nathan's subconscious received the message and it overrode his
modesty and embarrassment.  He used his thumbs to slip the wet underwear
down and off over his feet.

	"Yeah, that's it - now we're talking.  Get natural, man - enjoy it.
Wrap your hand around that hard cock."  Justin was ramping up the
seduction, talking in a soft, slow, reassuring manner, now loud enough for
Nathan to hear each word.

	He didn't need to be told twice.  As he gave in to his drug induced
haze, Nathan encircled his seven-inch uncut shaft with his slender fingers
and quickly jerked his hand up and down several times, causing a huge
stream of pre-fuck to exit the slit.  He shivered violently and arched his
back, sucking in his breath.

	"Whoa there, roommie...no need to rush.  Slow down and enjoy it -
really get into your big cock."

	Justin knew the key to taking Nathan down was to get him accustomed
to instructions and the easiest way to do this was to make the initial
demands things that Nathan wanted to do anyway - just like any other
animal.  He had thoroughly reviewed and studied his web cam recordings of
his roommate's masturbation habits and knew what Nathan would be doing if
he were alone.  The goal tonight was simply to get him to do those things
in front of Justin - nothing more, nothing too wild - nothing that would
trigger more than token resistance.  Nathan closed his eyes and ignored the
movie and his roommate.  Justin gave him a moment or two to adjust to the
step he'd just taken and to fixate on the pleasure he was giving himself.
When Nathan's free hand wandered up to squeeze his nipple, Justin knew it
was time to refocus Nathan on him, to remind him that he was being watched.

	"That's a pretty nice dick, dude.  How big is it?"

	He responded as if he'd been slapped.  Nathan was startled by the
question and snapped back to reality, having almost forgotten about Justin.
His body language indicated that he was nervous and scared.  If Justin said
the wrong thing now or pushed him too far, he would bolt to the bathroom or
crawl under the covers.  "What the fuck am I doing?" Nathan silently
thought to himself, taking in the situation.  His hand slowed and he opened
his eyes to respond to the question.  "Umm, it's a bit over seven...how
about you?"

	"About the same...I think I'm a little thicker though.  I'm uncut
too."

	"Yeah, I know..." Justin was pleased - it meant Nathan had noticed
his cock before.  Justin figured this was the case but felt gratified by
the confirmation.

	"Being uncut is awesome.  That foreskin feels amazing when you're
all boned and throbbing like you are right now.  Mine gets all lubed up
with precum and it slicks up the head really nice - sometimes it even
starts to foam up.  Do you ever just pull your foreskin up and rest it like
that, covering the head?  I love looking at my prick all hot and hooded..."

	"Yeah, I do that too..."

	"Show me, man - go ahead and do it now..."

	Nathan did as he was told.

	"Shit yeah, that looks hot, man - I know it feels hot, too.  You
must be on fire right now..."

	"Fuck yeah...I am!" Nathan replied as he stared down at his
skin-covered dickhead throbbing up from his damp pubes, pounding in time
with his heartbeat.  A silvery bead of precum forced itself out of the
bunched up folds.  He grabbed the rigid pole and skinned it back again,
moaning loudly as his hand hit bottom, the flow of juices lubing his shaft.
His dick felt unnaturally hard...needy.

	"Dude, slow down.  You're gonna nut any second if you keep that
up."

	"Sorry, man.  I can't help it.  I don't remember ever being this
horny..."

	"Hey, just play with your balls for a while...you know - fondle
your sack.  Keep your hands off the shaft and just massage your nuts."

	Nathan ignored the suggestion, sighed heavily, and kept stroking.
To be honest, there was no reason for him to obey this type of instruction.
But Justin wanted to squelch this independent streak now.  He needed to
keep Nathan obeying orders but knew he needed to be careful.  He allowed
his roommate to pleasure himself for a few minutes before continuing...

	"Jerking off is way hot, huh, buddy..."

	"Fuck yeah, way hot..." Nathan repeated in blissful abandon,
curling his long toes and arching his back.

	"Nice, you know it's fucking hot.  Guys like us know how to work
our dicks good.  Big cocks throbbing, leaking all over - makes you feel
better than anything, right?"

	"Oh, yeah..."

	"Then it's worth making it last a while, right?"

	"Yeah, totally worth it...make it last..."

	"Just the balls, dude..." Justin repeated, only slightly more
forceful, but enough to get Nathan to release his shaft and move his hand
down to his hairy sack, rolling the boiling nuts around with his
fingertips.  His cocktip belched another wad of precum in frustration.

	"That's it, man.  See if you can keep your hands off your cock
until the end of this scene - it shouldn't be more than a few more minutes.
Then I'll let you jerk off - you'll fucking sperm like never before..."

	Justin's confidence and control over Nathan was slowly growing and
so was his cock.  His big dick had expanded in his jeans and was now
basting his jockey's with its juice.  Nathan was oblivious to Justin's
arousal, however, and just stared at the television, jiggling his balls per
instructions, occasionally moaning, sighing, and arching his back as his
neglected prick repeatedly swelled and throbbed, like waves breaking
against the shore, desperate to get off.  As the scene ended and the next
began, Justin quickly spoke before Nathan moved his hand back to his
slicked up cock...

	"Nice job, Nathan.  You can go back to yanking it now.  Just try
and go slow - there's at least three more scenes in this movie."

	As Nathan refocused his attention on masturbating, Justin wheeled
his desk chair to the area between the beds, sat down, and lit a cigarette.
He was practically leering at Nathan but under the influence of the drugs
he barely noticed.  Justin peeled off his sweaty socks to reveal his large
pale feet and elegant toes.  While Nathan's eyes were closed, he tossed the
damp socks onto Nathan's bed near his head.  They smelled awful; Justin had
worn the same pair for the last three days and his Nike's kept his feet
perpetually moist.  Justin wanted Nathan to associate his smells with
pleasure.

	After ten minutes, Justin sensed that Nathan was getting close and
as much as he wanted to make this last longer, he knew that getting Nathan
to cum on command was more valuable than having him shoot without
permission.

	"Yeah, that looks hot, Nathan - feel good?"

	Nathan was startled out of the zone and looked concerned that
Justin was staring at him from the chair - he hadn't realized his roommate
was sitting so close.  Despite his nervousness at being observed, his
passion for masturbating could not be stopped; he quickly recovered and
responded to the query.

	"Fuck yeah, it feels so hot, man...my dick feels so fucking
good...so fucking nice..." He was moaning almost incoherently.

	"You close?"

	"Yeah..."

	"You need to shoot that hot load you been holding back?"

	"Shit, yeah!  Goddamnit!"

	"You feel like you can't hold back any longer?"

	"Dude, I'm almost there..."

	"You gonna blast the whole fucking room?"

	"Oh, FUCK!!!"

	Justin stood silently and without warning, leaning in close,
towering over his masturbating, drugged-out roommie.

	"Open your eyes, Nathan..."

	Nathan looked up to see Justin's commanding figure over him and for
the first time tonight felt really embarrassed - he'd been uncomfortable at
several points earlier in the evening, but now he was truly mortified.  He
was naked and out of control, jerking his cock in front of his fully
clothed roommate and, even worse, he was about to nut.  Justin had to time
this just right, call it too early and Nathan would stop, call it too late
and it would lessen the humiliation.  As soon as his hyper-sexed roommate
hit the point of no return, Justin spoke...

	"I want you to cum now, Nathan..."

	Nathan's mind reeled - this was too awkward - too fucking weird.
He no longer wanted to shoot but found himself powerless to prevent it.  It
was too late to stop it from happening - he had already missed his chance.
He released his dick and the rigid pole shuddered violently.  Convulsing in
a combination of shame and pleasure, he flew over the edge anyway.

	Justin pulled the orgasm out of Nathan against his will with
nothing but his words...

	"That's right, Nathan - cum for me.  Shoot your big load now..."

	Nathan sank into mental and sexual oblivion as the cum exited his
cockhead with unbelievable force, the first shot sailing past his head and
sloshing into the wall behind his mattress.  He writhed on the bed as the
second nailed his face right under the eye.  The remainder coated his
heaving chest in two week's worth of chunky saved up jizz.  Justin
maintained eye contact with his prey throughout his impressive orgasm and a
filthy smirk spread across his face as his roommate experienced his most
private bliss in front of him - at his command.

	As Nathan's orgasmic shudders subsided, his humiliation grew
exponentially.  Justin broke the awkwardness by giving his leg a playful
smack and speaking...

	"Nice cum shot, dude.  Bet that felt hot, didn't it?"

	"Shit..." was all Nathan could manage as he sighed and felt his
body relax.

	Justin returned the chair to the desk and offered the bottle of
Jack to Nathan, who took one more shot.  He then flipped off the television
and plunged the room into darkness, leaving Nathan to contemplate what he'd
just done.

SCENE TWO - Taking it further

	The ice had been broken.  In the days that followed, Justin acted
as if nothing had happened, which suited Nathan just fine.  In his mind,
talking about it would simply make it worse - make it real.  Justin went
back to sticking close to his roommate, using proximity and invasions of
privacy to block Nathan's attempts to jerk off.  Friday, he would take it
further - yes, Friday nights would stretch Nathan's boundaries.  Both guys
were looking forward to the weekend but for completely different reasons.

	After a brief visit to the corner bar for a few beers, they
returned to the room for some pot and shots.  Justin had turned the heat on
high before they left but, in spite of the heat, Nathan changed into some
light colored sweat pants instead of his underwear - probably remembering
the prior week.  Justin, however, stripped to his three day old jockeys.
He feared that after last week Nathan would be hesitant to take more
ecstasy so this time he included it with the powdered headache medicine and
secret dose of Viagra.  The eventual goal, of course, was to command Nathan
drug free, but he wasn't ready for that yet.  His horny roommate was
feeling the effects in no time flat.

	Once Justin noticed the growing bulge in his relaxed roommate's
sweatpants he started this week's seduction.

	"Last week was pretty hot, huh, Nathan?"

	"What?"

	"I mean you looked like you had a good time."

	"I guess, man." Nathan obviously didn't want to talk about this.

	"You don't need to feel bad about it, Nathan.  All us guys do it.
It's a natural thing, what you did, nothing to feel ashamed of..."

	Nathan thought, "...not in front of their roommate." But his cock
swelled even more, the foreskin tightening around the growing head.  He
shifted position to make it less apparent but this only gave his dick more
room to grow.  It broke free, tenting the sweats with an obvious bulge,
filling out further and pounding as it swelled.  Looking down, he watched
it twitch in his sweats and his face flushed red with embarrassment.
Unaware of the Viagra, he couldn't understand this reaction.  "I guess I
was pretty fucked up last weekend..."

	"Fucked up?  You were flying man!!!  I was a little jealous - I
mean that was an awesome nut you blew - I can still see the stain over your
bed."  Nathan had been so high last week that he'd fallen asleep without
cleaning up the mess.  Looking at the dried cum on the wall, he wondered
how he hadn't noticed it before now.

	"SHIT!!! I don't remember shooting way up there!"

	"Fucker went off like a goddamn cannon, dude."

	"I guess that was pretty far..."

	"I don't think I've ever shot like that - in fact, I can't remember
seeing someone cum like that in a porno.  You should make movies, man..."

	Nathan laughed at the idea of being in an adult movie and relaxed
further as they channel surfed and took another shot.  Later on, Justin
continued...

	"Do you always blow like that?"

	Nathan was slow to answer, the drugs fogging his mind.  "Um,
sometimes, well, it depends, you know..."

	"Shit, I bet you blast like that every time..."

	Nathan shrugged his bare shoulders and said, "I guess..."

	"You could probably hit that spot behind your head again, couldn't
you?"

	Nathan glanced up at the nasty stain and slowly muttered,
"Probably..."

	"You should try it, man - see if you can shoot as far."

	"That's OK, man." Nathan chuckled.  "I think I'll pass."

	"Come on dude, do it - you obviously need to."  Justin stood and
pointed to Nathan's tented out sweats and to emphasize his point took a
playful swat at his cock.  A dark spot appeared where the head was pressed
against the fabric.  "See dude!  You're totally boned for it!"

	Nathan lurched away causing the stain to spread further.

	"Hey, cut that shit out!"

	Justin straightened up and looked down at Nathan, steadying his
nerves for his next command.

	"Pull 'em off, dude.  I've seen it before and you know you want
to..."

	"Not tonight, man - besides, there's no movie this time..."

	Justin held up a DVD disc before Nathan could finish his sentence.
He was prepared, having downloaded more porn earlier in the week.  This was
a "casting couch" type of movie - just scene after scene of guys jerking
off, presumably to gauge their movie potential.  He was betting that Nathan
wouldn't notice the lack of females.  Sure enough, within minutes he was
transfixed and his dick was throbbing out of control inside his sweats.  He
was afraid that touching it, even to make an adjustment, would simply draw
more attention to his predicament.  He tried to ignore his insistent prick
as it rocked back and forth inside the increasingly wet garment, demanding
his attention.  His mind might be resisting but his dick was ready to play.

	"Yeah, Nathan, look at that, doesn't that look like fun..." Justin
taunted.

	Nathan was about to fold...

	Five minutes later, he could take it no longer.  Complying with
Justin's wishes, he slipped off the sweats and tossed them across the room.
Once again he found himself naked and hard in front of his grinning
roommate, watching the porno and his pulsating cock, too anxious to reach
out and grab it just yet.  The tension in the room was thick and though
Nathan still was hesitant, Justin was certain he could control him just
like last week.

	"Jerk off for me, Nathan."

	It was a simple command.  Nathan immediately embraced his cock,
skinning it up and down while Justin watched - not casually, like last
week, but intently and making no secret of it.  Precum oozed down Nathan's
shaft and he closed his eyes, moaning, enjoying the sensations.

	"Try and keep your eyes open, Nathan."

	Nathan opened his eyes and Justin saw the fear in them.

	"Relax dude, just relax.  Nothing to be afraid of, Nathan - it's
totally natural what you're doing...totally natural for a guy to be rubbing
his slicked up cock.  When you get as horny as you obviously are, you just
have to get off and get off often."

	Justin allowed him ten minutes to really work himself up, gently
correcting him every time he tried to break eye contact.  The intense,
soul-burning stare was freaking Nathan out, but his prick felt so good in
his hand that he endured the strange nature of the situation.

	"You leak a lot, don't you?"

	"Yeah, always have..."

	"You ever taste it?"

	"What, no!"

	"You should try it."

	"I don't think so," he objected while shifting his weight
nervously.

	"Go ahead, just a little bit.  You got plenty to spare.  I dare
you.  Just get a little dab on your finger and put it in your mouth.  Let
me know how it tastes."

	Nathan placed the index finger of his right hand on the deep slit
and gathered a large dollop of prefuck.  He tentatively raised the greasy
finger to his lips and tasted his juices for the first time.  He couldn't
believe he was actually doing this.

	"Well?" asked Justin.

	"Well what?"

	"Was it disgusting?"

	"Well, not really disgusting - kinda slimy though..."

	"How does it taste?"

	"Doesn't taste like much of anything, I guess - I was expecting it
to be awful but it wasn't."

	"You should've known it wouldn't be awful.  You're a man - our
juices are hot.  I mean, those sluts in the movies slurp it down all the
time.  If it were terrible the bitches would never eat it.  Try some more -
you know it's good - makes you even hornier."

	Nathan's exhibition was getting to Justin and he was hard as a rock
inside his jockeys, brazenly displaying his firm, trapped meat.  Nathan
could clearly see the outline of his roommate's prick encased in the dirty
cotton.  Justin squeezed his muscles to make his cock jump inside the
filthy briefs, mainly for Nathan's benefit.  His naked, sex-crazed buddy
noticed the damp spot that formed at the head just as he licked his finger
clean for the second time.

	"Yeah Nathan, that's hot.  You should do that all the time - make
it part of the way you jerk off.  There's nothing wrong with your
juice...probably good for you.  How was it that time?"

	Nathan was flying high by now.

	"Better..."

	"Yeah!!!  Eat some more.  You just needed to get over the initial
grossness factor.  Keep stroking and milking it out, drink as much as you
can."

	Justin made Nathan keep this up for the next twenty minutes, slowly
stroking his cock while repeatedly licking the slippery goo from his
fingers.  Justin encouraged him throughout, intermixing commands with
compliments to inflate Nathan's ego, slowly taking control of the way his
roommate masturbated.  Once he detected Nathan getting close, Justin
decided to raise the stakes a little.  He picked up his cell phone and
pointed the camera at Nathan.

	Nathan sensed the movement and looked up.

	"Hey, wait a minute..." he protested from within his drug haze.

	"Dude, you just look so fucking hot right now, laying there eating
your own juice, we just have to record it...we just have to, man.  It's
like we got no choice, Nathan.  You'll be so glad we did afterwards.
Especially if you cum like you did last week.  You know you'd like to see
that on video..."

	Nathan groaned his response, unsure about this turn of events but
knowing full well how hot he looked and that he'd love to watch it later.
He resumed his stroking.

	"That's it dude!  Fuckin' really get off on that cock.  Hell yeah!
Suck up some more of your slime for the camera."

	The stoned roommate squeezed out an extra large, nasty pearl of
prefuck and sucked it off his fingers.  Nathan closed his eyes, but instead
of demanding he open them, Justin took the opportunity to silently walk to
the balcony and pull the curtain back, opening up the room to anyone who
might be able to look inside.  He was standing in his previous spot before
Nathan noticed.  This time Nathan was going to cum while totally exposed.
He was almost there...

	"You wanna cum for me, buddy?"

	With the ecstasy and Viagra cocktail flowing through his veins,
Nathan couldn't resist.

	"Fuck yeah!  This feels so good.  I need to cum..."

	"Wait five more minutes, Nathan.  Keep stroking...you're gonna love
this video."  Justin wanted to make him go longer than five minutes - after
all, he knew Nathan edged his cock when he was alone, but the fucked up kid
wouldn't be able to make it last tonight.  He was begging to cum after just
two minutes.

	"Please, Justin, can I cum now?"  Justin grinned wickedly at the
idea of Nathan asking permission to orgasm, one of the most intimate and
personal of all bodily functions.

	"You want me to let you cum?"  Justin just wanted to rub it in -
and to capture it a second time on camera...

	"Yes!  Please!  Let me cum..." Nathan begged.

	"Cum for me, Nathan - cum hard - you have my permission..."

	Justin watched carefully, timing his next move with utmost
precision.  Once he was convinced that orgasm was inevitable, he smacked
Nathan's hands off his cock.  A surprised Nathan glared up at his wicked
roommate...

	"No hands, dude..." Justin barked.

	Nathan's fists clutched at the bedspread on either side of his hips
and his eyes flew wide as his orgasm began...

	The cumshot did not disappoint.  If anything, it was even more
powerful than last week, though it spewed in a completely different
direction.  As he writhed on the bed, his hips angled back and a last
minute muscle contraction left his cock temporarily pointing straight up.
This caused the opening blast to travel perpendicular to the bed, toward
the ceiling to a height of at least four feet.  It hung in the air
momentarily as if suspended by some sort of magic before breaking into what
resembled a busted strand of pearls and plummeting back toward his chest.
The second shot exited his swollen penis before the first splashed down.
White-hot strands continued to erupt throughout his orgasm and soon
Nathan's panting chest was matted in thick, gooey fluids.  He was
completely spent.  Justin recorded every drop, watching the LCD screen
instead of Nathan when he made post-cum eye contact.  Justin had a wicked
thought - hell, he'd gone this far.

	"Eat it, Nathan..."

	Nathan initially looked confused, then appalled, at what he'd once
again done in front of Justin.  His fingers, however, moved to the globs of
sticky semen coating his chest and scooped a thick curd of it toward his
mouth.  He paused at his lips, his mind waging a fierce debate on whether
he should do this...

	"Eat it, Nathan - slurp than nasty cock juice down."

	The fingers disappeared inside his mouth.

	"Fuck yeah, Nathan, that's it...eat that delicious cum.  It is
delicious, isn't it?"

	"Yeah, it's good..."

	"It's more than good, buddy, and you know it.  It's tasty and full
of your flavor, isn't it?  A hot guy like you, his cum has to be delicious.
There's more, Nathan...that's it...eat it all.  Tell me how good it
tastes..."

	"Oh shit, it's fucking great..."

	Nathan's mind was spinning...

	"Fuck yeah, you love eating your cum, right?"

	"My cum is fucking awesome..."

	"That's right, my roommate loves to eat cum..."

	Nathan continued to greedily lap up his warm, gooey cocksnot while
Justin repeated "my roommate loves to eat cum", filming every second until
all that was left was a sticky, drying residue.  Putting down the phone,
Justin complemented Nathan on his performance.

	"Nice fucking job, dude!  We'll get a kick out of watching this
later."

	Post-orgasmic, Nathan suddenly seemed uncomfortable, embarrassed,
and exposed, especially when he noticed the drawn patio curtain.

	"Hey, I didn't know the curtain was open!"

	"Relax, dude - we're on the fifth floor.  I don't think anyone can
see in here."

	"You don't THINK???"

	"Chill, Nathan, don't worry about it.  You had fun didn't you?"

	"Well, yeah, but I didn't wanna do it in front of the whole world."

	"But doing it in front of me, my way, is kinda hot, isn't it?"
Justin smiled lecherously at Nathan.  "Tell the truth..."

	His humiliated roommate slowly answered.  "Yeah, I guess it is
kinda hot."  He added quietly, almost to himself, "I mean, I seem to cum so
much when you're watching."  He smiled nervously as Justin jumped into bed
and turned off the light.  After a few minutes of silence, he had to ask a
question...

	"Justin?"

	"Yeah, what is it?" he responded gruffly, acting irritated at being
disturbed while trying to sleep.

	"Have you ever...you know...tasted your own cum?"

	"Yuck, no way, dude...I don't think I could stand it - would
probably make me gag."

	Nathan was silent, flushing with embarrassment in the dark room.

	Neither of them spoke again as they drifted to sleep.

SCENE THREE - The hand job

	During the week that followed, Nathan became acclimatized to
jerking off in front of Justin; in fact, he gave several repeat
performances before the next Friday with no pharmaceuticals save alcohol
and weed.  The first was completely unplanned - Nathan became so worked up
watching the grainy video from the cell phone that he couldn't control
himself and rubbed out another one as Justin sat in his desk chair
watching, casually smoking his morning cigarette.  Of course, Justin made
sure Nathan's cock exploded hands-free and that he consumed every drop of
jizz, telling him how good it was for him and how hot it was that he loved
it so much.  All the while, he organized his plans for the next level.

	Justin decided to purchase a handheld digital video camera.  The
footage captured with the phone was nice to have but the device had limited
memory and the quality was poor.  Additionally, Nathan was becoming so
accustomed to being recorded that it hardly bothered him anymore.  Justin
assumed the use of real equipment would bump Nathan's humiliation up a
notch.  The goal was not blackmail - anybody can be blackmailed - no,
Justin wanted Nathan to be a hesitant but eventually willing participant in
his own take down.  Blackmail would utterly strip this process of the
psychological thrill.

	The night began much like the others - drinking, smoking, talking
smack, topped off with an ecstasy-Viagra cocktail for Nathan; this time
with only half the ground ecstasy but twice the Viagra.  Getting him
started was no challenge at all this time - he was flat on his back pulling
his hard prick and looking glassy-eyed inside an hour.  He balked when he
saw the new camera but with a few comforting words from Justin he was back
at it in no time.

	"Nathan, you look so fucking hot - kicking back on the bed, working
your drippy cock, lapping up your juice.  Looks nasty, man.  Yeah, that's
it...just like that...make it look real slutty..." Justin encouraged from
behind the new camera, relishing his role as director.

	Nathan's lips curled into a snarl with the use of that word but he
didn't stop what he was doing.  Justin began to slowly disrobe - one
article at a time as he filmed and goaded Nathan to continue his lurid
display.  He noticed that Nathan's eyes were staying open more than usual -
he was actively watching Justin strip.

	"Yeah, fist that nasty cock while you watch me, dude.  That is so
hot.  You get into your dick more than anyone I know...you love your
fucking cock...don't you, man?"

	"Hell yeah - love my fucking cock..." Nathan moaned, giving himself
five or six really fast strokes in response.

	"Yeah, you love cock alright, don't cha?"

	"Oh god, yes, I love cock..." Justin grinned at the subtle change
in meaning and was thankful for the new camera.  Nathan didn't notice the
minor alteration in the words.

	"Oh FUCK!!!" Justin yelled excitedly.  "Say it again, dude..."

	"I love cock..."

	"Get into it man, convince me...keep on saying it..."

	"I love cock so much, dude...feels so fucking awesome!!!"

	Nathan was now in the zone and unless Justin did something he'd be
spewing in just a few minutes.  This was frustrating - he knew Nathan was
capable of holding back his orgasms.  Still, it was a good sign that it was
so difficult to control himself in front of his domineering roommate.
Without warning, Justin jumped up and stood on the bed, straddling Nathan,
one smelly bare foot on either side of his head.  He stared at Nathan's
surprised expression through the camera's LCD.  Nathan's hand came to a
sudden stop but still rested on his cock.

	"Don't worry, man - I just want to get some shots from a different
angle.  Keep on stroking...you were telling me how much you love cock,
right?"

	Nathan nodded his head up and down weakly to indicate "yes".

	"Get back into it - show me how much you love cock - tell me..."

	Nathan went back to masturbating and soon returned to full
horniness, either unaware or unconcerned with how slutty he looked.  Justin
wiggled his toes on the bedspread, gripping and releasing the fabric with
the long digits, causing the funky smell to waft into Nathan's mind as he
jerked his leaky pole.

	"It's hotter when you talk, Nathan..."

	"It feels so fucking good, Justin - my cock feels so hot - I love
my fucking cock..."

	"Yeah, you sure do love cock, don't 'cha, Nathan?" Justin prompted.

	"Yeah, I love cock, FUCK!  I love cock so much!!!"

	Nathan really put on a show for his cunning, devious roommate.  The
young cameraman allowed Nathan to babble on for several more minutes,
capturing some priceless facial expressions, not to mention the endless
stream of filth coming out of Nathan's mouth, before deciding to move on
with tonight's exercise.

	"Take your hands off your cock, Nathan."

	He was accustomed to being forced to remove his hands before he
shot, but he wasn't close enough to cum yet.  He stopped jerking, opened
his eyes, but stubbornly refused to unhand his prick.

	"Do it..." Justin repeated.

	Nathan reluctantly released his aching pole, his hands nervous and
idle.

	"Reach up and pull my underwear down..." Justin instructed.

	This was completely unexpected and raised the stakes considerably.
Nathan looked overwhelmed and apprehensive.  He would need some coaxing.

	"Go ahead, dude...you love cock, don't you?"

	"Umm, yeah..." came the timid response.

	"Well then, you'll want to see another one - mine."

	Nathan didn't move.  Justin prodded his arm with one of his large
feet, holding the camera all the while.

	"Do it, dude," he repeated.

	Nathan remained stubborn.

	"Tonight, man - do it!"  He gave another nudge with his foot, more
insistent this time.

	The camera recorded Nathan's resolve as it failed him.  Slowly, his
hands rose upward from Justin's ankles, along the hairy calves and muscular
thighs, finally gripping the dirty, piss and cum stained jockeys.  Justin
noticed him swallow hard before he began to pull the shorts lower.  As his
hard cock sprang free, Nathan's facial expression was precious.  He
actually looked in awe.  The digital device captured every second on its
hard drive.

	Justin's cock wasn't much larger than Nathan's but it was indeed
thicker.  In any event, it must have looked enormous when viewed from
underneath - and he wanted Nathan to remember it that way.  It was a proud
cock, uncut and thoroughly erect, the foreskin slowly peeling back as it
swelled to its final length and girth.  Below the thick shaft hung two
massive cum-filled balls swinging back and forth just a few feet above
Nathan's open mouth.  As the dirty briefs were lowered and cast off over
Justin's damp feet, Nathan could clearly smell the musk of his roommate.
The filthy undergarment landed just above Nathan's head - he couldn't see
them but most certainly could still smell them.  His own cock belched out
pre-fuck with no stimulation other than the sight and smell of his best
buddy.

	"Yeah, you do like cock, don't you?"

	Nathan stared up and, unable to deny it, nodded quietly in
affirmation.

	"Say it..."

	"I like cock..." he whispered.

	"That's better...you want to touch it, don't you?"

	Nathan nodded "yes".

	Justin used his bare foot to lightly smack Nathan's cheek.  It
wasn't hard enough to hurt but it did serve to point out that Justin was in
control.

	"The video is better when you actually say it.  Tell me..."

	"I...I...want to t-t-touch it..." he stammered.  Justin smiled
approvingly - he'd never seen Nathan this rattled.  He took one step
backward then knelt on the bed, knees straddling his friend's chest, his
balls resting between Nathan's sensitive nipples, his moist cockhead
pulsing only inches from his chin.

	"Describe it for me..."

	"What?"

	"Tell me what you see when you look at it..."

	"I see a dick..."

	"Details, Nathan, I need more details...make me believe you really
want to touch it..."

	"Your cock is about the same length as mine - maybe just a bit
longer.  It's a pale color with lots of dark blue veins...it's thicker than
mine - yes, definitely thicker...I see foreskin bunched up around the head.
It's leaking a little..."

	"Keep going..." Nathan was getting horny again and seemed to be on
the verge of falling apart.  Justin was becoming quite adept at pushing his
buttons.  He contracted the muscles in his groin to push more blood through
his rod, relishing the spectacle he was witnessing on the camera's LCD
screen.

	"It's actually a fucking hot looking cock - really hard and
intense.  It's so close I can feel the heat coming off it.  God, I can see
it throbbing - I can see your heartbeat in it!  The drop of precum is
getting bigger and starting to dribble down...oh fuck!  You're about to
drip on my face, man.  Your fucking hot cock is about to drip on my face!"

	He was right.  The cock was throbbing regularly, like the beat of
an erotic metronome.  Justin purposefully squeezed the muscles in his groin
to force more juice through the raging pipe.  The bead of precum grew
slowly and became heavier second by second, hanging from the head by a
silvery thread, gravity pulling it lower and lower until it broke free and
landed on Nathan's face.  So extreme was Nathan's sexual hunger at the
moment of contact that he thought he would come unglued.

	"Use your finger and scoop that up...taste me, man..." instructed
Justin.

	Nathan looked up suddenly.

	"Do I have to?"

	"You don't have to, but you want to..."

	Nathan's hesitation was brief.  He obeyed, wiping the slimy droplet
from his face and lapping his roommate's pre-jizz from his fingers.

	"How was it?"

	"Excellent!"  Nathan was uncharacteristically enthusiastic.

	Justin chuckled out loud - this was just too fucking easy.  Nathan
was almost taking the sport out of it.  Justin resolved to discontinue
using ecstasy during future training sessions - fuck, he didn't need it
anymore - he was in Nathan's head now.  He placed the camera, still
recording, on the nightstand and stretched his arms upward, pushing out his
chest, showing Nathan the muscles of his slim torso as they expanded and
relaxed.

	"Go ahead and touch it, dude...you asked for it...milk out some
more, but remember - anything you make come out you gotta eat.  It's good
for you..."

	Justin shuddered in bliss as Nathan wrapped his fingers around
another man's throbbing cock for the first time ever.

	"Yeah, milk that big fucker, dude..."

	He allowed himself over thirty minutes to enjoy the slippery fist
extracting the slimy juices from his prick and relished the sight of Nathan
repeatedly bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick up the nasty fluids
oozing out.  Finally, he decided to bring the evening to a close.  Climbing
off the bed, he grabbed the camera and walked to the balcony, throwing open
the curtain and exposing their naked bodies to the outside world.  He
reclined on his own bed and ordered Nathan to jerk off.

	"Stroke that fucking wet cock for me, Nathan...but don't cum until
I say you can - understand?"

	"Yeah, I got it...don't cum."  Nathan repeated the words but it was
clear that he was working himself too quickly - he would never make it.
For Justin, this was an intolerable condition.  He needed to correct this
behavior and decided to force the issue now.

	"Hands off your cock, Nathan..."

	He ignored Justin's order outright and continued to stroke with
abandon, completely noncompliant, either unwilling or unable to release his
prick.

	Justin stood and smacked Nathan's hands away from his dick.

	"I said hands off, dude!"  He didn't yell, but his proximity and
newly aggressive tone conveyed the message for him.

	"Oh God - I need to shoot!!!" Nathan yelled much too loudly.

	Justin ignored the cries for relief and simply filmed Nathan's
confused face and throbbing, edged, leaky boner.  He noticed the wild,
matted, unkempt pubes and commented on them.  Redirection is a valuable
tool in training any animal - Nathan was no different.

	"Quite the bush you got going down there, buddy.  It would look a
lot better if you trimmed it up a little.  You ever do that, dude - trim
your pubes?"

	Nathan looked bewildered and just shook his head "no".

	"Oh, you'd like it, I bet - all the guys in porn do it.  Just look
at the guy on the movie right now."  Nathan glanced at the television and
took note of the shaved balls and neatly trimmed pubes of the guy currently
jerking off.

	Justin continued the distraction, laying the groundwork for their
next session at the same time.  "Tell me, have you ever seen a dude in the
movies with cock and ball hair as bushy as yours?"

	Nathan swallowed.  "No, I guess not..."

	"Well, you're making movies now and I think you should try to look
as nice as possible.  You'll like it.  It makes your cock look bigger and
you'll love the way your nuts feel when they're smooth."  Justin reached
out and rolled Nathan's big balls around in his fingers for emphasis.  His
roommate sucked in his breath at the erotic fondling - it was the first
time Justin had ever touched his crotch.  Justin took the opportunity to
quickly shove his fingers further down, between the clefts of Nathan's ass.

	"Hey!!!" Nathan bitched loudly.  Justin withdrew the fingers just
as quickly.  It was not the night to force that particular issue; Justin
just wanted to show that he could - and his point had been made.

	"Might wanna shave that asshole too, dude - kinda wild down there."

	"I don't think so, Justin..."

	Justin completely dismissed the objection...

	"We can do it tomorrow when you're not so fucked up - wouldn't want
you to cut yourself."  The redirection had worked; Nathan was no longer
hanging on the edge of orgasm.  Justin moved to his desk chair and sat
down.  Nathan started to complain...

	"Can I cum now?"

	Justin remained silent for a minute, pretending to think.  In fact,
he'd planned for this moment weeks ago.

	"Here's how I think we should play this - you get to cum after I
cum."

	Nathan's cock belched more fluid - he'd never seen his roommate
shoot.

	"So you're gonna jerk off sitting over there and I have to wait
'til you finish?" Nathan questioned, trying to understand the rules.

	"Not exactly..."

	Nathan looked confused.

	"You're going to walk over here and make me cum - then I'll give
you permission to shoot..."

	Nathan lowered his head, shaking it slowly - this situation seemed
to be spiraling out of control.

	"Shit man, this is getting too weird..."

	"Come on, Nathan, you've already given me a hand job.  That's all
I'm asking for...you won't be going any farther than you already have."

	Nathan remained silent.

	"You still want to cum tonight, don't you?"

	"Yeah..." answered Nathan sheepishly, not making eye contact.

	"Then stop fucking wasting time, dude!  Get over here!"

	Justin's tone was aggressive and demanding, but also playful,
striking a balance that left Nathan's free will intact.  He could still
back out or refuse to comply.  The last thing Justin wanted was for his
roommate to be able to say he was "forced" into anything.  No, Nathan
needed to make the decision.  So great was his need to cum that he made it
swiftly...

	He reluctantly stood and walked to Justin's chair, reached for the
hard prick, and stroked it gently.  Nathan was still horny and the Viagra
had all but guaranteed a persistent hardon, but his roommate's erratic
behavior had thrown him off balance.  If it hadn't been for his addiction
to pleasure, Justin would never have been able to maintain this level of
compliance.

	"It will be easier if you get on your knees..."

	Nathan sighed as he dropped to his knees, his humiliation building
at the image of kneeling before his naked and aroused roommate.

	Once between Justin's legs, Nathan gave his cock a long, hot
massage.  Justin had a great deal more control over his orgasms than Nathan
and knew he'd be able to drag this out for at least an hour no matter how
determined Nathan was to make him shoot.  Despite this control, he leaked
goo continuously into Nathan's hand and delighted in watching his buddy lap
it from his fingers, even without being told to do so.

	"You like my cock, don't you, Nathan?"

	"Yeah..."

	"You still hard?"

	"Fuck yes!!!"

	"That's good, real good - my dick makes you hard, huh?"

	"I guess..."

	"Good to know...good to know.  I fucking lucked out, dude, I mean,
what are the odds of getting a roommate who likes to give hand jobs!  Well,
keep both hands on me...don't go touching yourself..."

	"Oh fuck..." moaned Nathan in frustration.  Nevertheless, he moved
his free hand up to join with the other in masturbating Justin.

	"That's hot, man...jerk my cock for me, Nathan.  Remember, as soon
as you make me cum, I'll let you bust your nut."

	"SHIT...SHIT...SHIT..." Nathan's horniness level notched back into
high gear and he was balanced on the edge of cumming, his cock pumping and
gyrating wildly between his legs, spewing constant precum.

	"You know, I was thinking about how much you like to eat cum."

	"Yeah..."

	Nathan didn't like where this was going.

	"And well, I was just thinking it might not be a bad idea for you
to taste mine."

	Nathan hesitated, but the awkward silence that followed made it
clear he was thinking about it.

	"...I don't know...two guys jerking off together is one
thing...but..."

	"Dude," Justin interrupted.  "Look at yourself - you're fucking
beating me off!  I'd say we've moved beyond just being stroke buds..."

	It was a good point but Nathan still had a difficult time getting
past the idea of his roommate's cum in his mouth.

	"I don't think so, Justin - just let me get you off..."

	"You like my precum, don't you?  I mean, you've been eating it for
over an hour..."

	"Yeah...I guess." Nathan flushed with embarrassment at the
admission.

	"...and we both know you like cum, right?"

	"Yeah, well, I like my own..."

	"That's the point, you might like mine even better - I think it's
worth a try - I mean, at least this once."

	Justin was getting frustrated - he cursed himself for letting this
turn into a debate.  It was time to just do it and see how Nathan reacted.
He stood up in front of his kneeling roommate to reinforce the psychology
of his domination.

	Nathan kept pounding his roommate's wet cock with both hands.
Justin tensed up and knew he was close.

	"Jerk me off into your mouth, Nathan..." Justin whispered.

	Nathan looked up from the floor, fearful.  This was far more than
he had planned on for tonight.

	"Open..." Justin prompted again, grinning as he saw Nathan's lip
part.

	As Nathan opened his mouth, Justin's balls drew up tight and began
to fire directly into the target.

	"OH FUCKKKK!!!!" Justin yelled, loud enough to let the whole
building know what they were doing.  He grabbed Nathan's wrists tightly and
began to fuck his cock through the tight fists, immobilizing his roommate's
hands, pumping his nasty cum into the open mouth in front of him.  Then,
while still in the throes of orgasm, he added, "Good job, Nathan...you can
cum now...shoot your filthy load, go ahead and cum.  You have permission."

	Nathan lost control of his body...

	Before Justin finished shooting, he felt wad after sticky wad of
Nathan's juice spewing all over his left foot and ankle.  The volume of cum
between the two of them was astounding and Justin took note of how edging
Nathan seemed to increase his production.  He would find a use for this
information.  Finally, he gazed down at his cumdump, smiled lecherously at
him, and asked...

	"Well, how does it taste, little buddy?" he asked, choosing to add
a diminutive modifier to address his roommate.

	His grin expanded when he saw Nathan swallow...

	"It's OK - not as bitter as mine - consistency is thicker."

	Justin collapsed in the chair, exhausted, and saw his foot.

	"Hey, since you love cum so much, clean this mess up, would ya?" he
demanded, lifting the filthy foot toward Nathan.

	Nathan grimaced, looking slightly disgusted, but he was as
exhausted as Justin and no longer in any mood to put up a fight.  He
gripped the nasty crud-covered foot and brought it to his lips, slurping
down every drop of his still-warm jizz, getting a face full of foot funk in
the process.

	"I think there's some between the toes, man - feels kinda squishy.
You'll wanna get that cleaned up too..."

	He nearly burst out laughing when his long toes disappeared inside
Nathan's slippery mouth, his tongue actively seeking out the spent goo.
Justin knew they had rounded a corner tonight and decided he couldn't wait
a week for the next lesson.  Yes, he needed to pick up the pace - beginning
with Nathan's shave job.  Soon, very soon, he intended for a certain
pube-free roommate to be voluntarily fucking himself on his cock.  He was
going to make Nathan need it - need it more than anything else.  As Nathan
licked the last remnants of his cocksnot from Justin's foot, the
alpha-male's mind was on fire with new ideas...

SCENE FOUR - The trim

	Though Nathan fell asleep quickly, he failed to remain that way for
long.  Reviewing his behavior over the past three weeks, he was sickened
with a sense of overwhelming guilt.  He felt nasty, tainted, and foul.  It
wasn't a new feeling - from time to time, while still in high school, his
addiction would drive him to compulsively masturbate, excessive even by his
standards, and he would sense he'd lost control - a kind of "rock bottom"
realization.  Promises to cut back or temporarily stop would inevitably
follow.  Unfortunately for Nathan, he seemed genetically wired to be overly
sexual - within days, sometimes just hours, he would experience those
awful, wonderful urges and was incapable of exercising impulse control.

	That's exactly how he felt this morning as he lay in the dark room
listening to his roommate's steady breathing in the bed nearby.  Justin was
sleeping on his back, his bare chest slowly rising and falling, his naked
body covered only from the waist down.  Nathan's penis stirred to life
again but he purposefully ignored it.  "What the hell has gotten into me?"
he wondered to himself.  The curious thing wasn't that a guy was sexually
exciting him - that wasn't it - Justin made everything seem so natural, so
organic.  But prior to the past few weeks, he'd never had a real sexual
experience with anyone, male or female.  A true narcissist when he
masturbated, he didn't focus on guys OR girls, but rather on himself - on
how HE looked and how HE could make HIMSELF feel.  Even sexually charged
images and video seemed to reflect his desires back on himself like a
mirror.  Instead of fostering a longing for others, it created a longing
for his own body, his own sex.  So this experience was unique; for the
first time in his life, he desired someone else.  Nathan didn't know how to
process this information.

	It was in the context of these jumbled emotions that the sunlight
began to stream through the glass of the patio door and a new day was
born...

	Later that morning, Nathan watched his roommate roll out of bed and
stagger sleepily to the bathroom, his morning hardon leading the way.  It
took some time, but eventually he heard the sounds of piss emptying into
the bowl.

	He walked back into the room, still naked, cock noticeably less
erect, and stretched innocently in front of Nathan.

	"Morning, buddy!"

	"Morning..." replied Nathan, turning over in the bed to keep from
staring at his roommate's crotch.

	"How you feeling?"

	"OK, I guess...a little tired..."

	"I got just the thing for that..."

	Justin walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer.  He pulled
out a small bottle and tossed it to his roommate.  Nathan read the label.

	"Vitamins?" he asked.

	"Yeah, those are great - mega doses of B-complex vitamins, niacin,
stuff like that.  I LOVE that brand - gives you energy to burn, man.  If
you start taking one of those every morning you'll sail through the rest of
this semester.  You can have that bottle and I'll pick up some more for
me."

	Nathan unscrewed the cap and examined the contents.  The pills were
small for vitamins but otherwise completely unremarkable.  He popped one in
his mouth and easily swallowed it.

	He had no idea they were not really vitamins...

	Several weeks ago, Justin began researching generic erectile
dysfunction medications manufactured overseas.  Of course, he had plenty of
connections to acquire the brand names of these meds illegally, but the
pills had very distinctive shapes and imprinting - anyone who watches
television has seen the commercials and knows what they look like even if
they don't use them.  He needed something he could pass off as a medication
Nathan would be willing to use on a regular basis.  He settled on a version
of generic Cialis that was produced in India.  It took forever for the
pills to arrive - so long, in fact, that he began to wonder if they'd been
seized by customs.  When they were finally delivered, they came in blister
packs, which he opened one by one and placed in the empty vitamin bottle.
If he could get Nathan to self medicate, he wouldn't need to grind pills
into his headache medicine, alleviating the tedium of that chore.  And
since these were the longest lasting of the ED meds, Nathan could be easily
aroused at any time.

	Justin sat at his desk and started to work at the computer.  Nathan
remained in bed, too embarrassed to get up with his throbbing erection.
Oddly, the more he tried to make it go away the worse it seemed to get.
Justin was still absorbed in whatever he was doing at his laptop, which
involved USB cables and his new camera.  After several minutes, he spun the
chair around and looked in Nathan's direction.

	"You getting up today, man?"

	"Yeah, I guess..."

	Though frustrated at his continued horniness, staying in bed was
beginning to feel equally awkward, like he was hiding.  Throwing the covers
back, he promptly rolled out of bed, opposite Justin, trying to keep his
back to him.  His stiff cock pointed the way to the bathroom.

	Nathan thought he'd never be able to piss.  He stood in front of
the toilet for more than five minutes but his hardon stubbornly refused to
relax.  This wasn't atypical, it just seemed worse than normal, partly due
to the missing door - there was a kind of perverted thrill in the knowledge
that Justin could walk in at any time.  "This is fucking insane!" he
muttered under his breath.  Sitting down, he leaned forward and hooked his
bone underneath the seat.  In time, he managed to get it started, in short
bursts at first, but his erection eventually abated enough to allow a
steadier stream to flow, drawing a sigh of relief from his lips.

	Suddenly Justin was standing in the doorway to the cramped
bathroom, tossing something in Nathan's direction.

	"Head's up, little buddy..."

	Despite the surprise, Nathan's reflexes were quick and he caught
the object.  It was a rechargeable beard trimmer.  He looked up from his
seated position with a perplexed look on his face.

	"It's for your pubes, man.  Remember, you said you'd trim 'em up
this morning..."

	"I don't think I actually agreed to that, Justin..."

	"Come on, man - don't be such a puss.  Just go ahead and do it..."

	"But what will people think if they see me?"

	"What people?  I can't recall the last time you went on a date and
you don't play sports so who's gonna see?  Do it man...you'll love the way
it looks..."

	"I still don't know about this..."

	"Just take off a little bit then - whatever you're comfortable
with.  I guarantee you'll be glad you did..." Justin turned and left the
doorway, still talking as he walked back to his desk.  "Let me know when
you're done and I'll come take a look..."

	Nathan looked down at his bush and then at the clippers in his
hand.  He had to admit that his crotch hair was kind of unruly, the short
and curlies growing all over the place and in every direction.  It probably
would look better trimmed up a bit.  "Oh, what the hell..." he thought as
his thumb pushed the switch into the "on" position.

	The grooming tool reverberated loudly off the bathroom tile and
Justin broke into a grin at the sound.

	Nathan began to trim, being extremely conservative at first,
stretching a few hairs at a time and only cutting off a fraction of an
inch.  He'd never used a trimmer before and he found it awkward to use in
this fashion.  Changing tactics, he started running the noisy blades over
the topmost hair tips without pulling them taut first.  This seemed to work
and he proceeded to cautiously whittle down the size of his bush bit by
bit.  Without warning, his hand slipped and he accidentally removed a swath
of hair almost down to the skin.

	"Shit!!!" he spat.

	"You OK in there, Nathan?"

	"Yeah, I just fucked up..."

	"Need any help?"

	"No, I got it...I think I can fix it..."

	Nathan resumed his trimming, but now needed to cut farther into his
pubes to even them out, removing much more than he'd intended.  Longer
curls came cascading off, falling free and into the toilet.  It took a
while, but at last he seemed satisfied and switched off the groomer.

	"I'm done..."

	Justin was there in a flash.

	"Stand up and let me get a look at you..."

	Nathan stood, inadvertently sending hair all over the floor.
Justin bent at the waist to get a closer look, his hands on his knees and
his face scrunched up in concentration.  He gently blew away some loose
hair, sending chills down Nathan's spine and blood rushing to his cock.

	"Dude, that's awful..." Justin said, shaking his head.

	Nathan's dick lengthened considerably.

	"What's wrong with it?" Nathan asked, looking down to reexamine
himself.

	"It's all different lengths, man.  Look here..." he explained,
pointing as he spoke.  "This side is longer than the other and you got this
really short patch in the middle..."

	His cock bounced with the beat of his heart as it started to rise.
Both guys ignored the fledgling erection.

	"That's where my hand slipped..."

	"Well, you gotta even it out...and look here, you got hair growing
up the first inch and a half of your cock that you didn't even touch.  You
can't leave hair on the base of your dick that's longer than your pubes.
That just looks crazy!"

	Nathan's prick was now pointed directly at Justin's face but he
still pretended not to notice.

	"I guess you're right - now that you mention it, that does look
kinda dumb..."

	"It's OK, buddy, you can fix it...let me know if you need
anything..."

	He turned and exited, leaving Nathan alone once again with the
trimmer.

	One advantage of being hard, he discovered, was that he could
easily remove the hairs growing up the bottom part of his shaft.  But now
the hair on his scrotum looked disproportionately long.  With exceeding
care, he cut those strands as close as he could without touching the
sensitive skin with the blades.  Successful at that, he focused on evening
out what remained of his bush.  While attempting to switch sides, however,
he got careless and lowered the groomer too close to the skin.  The blades
removed everything in their path, leaving no more hair than a typical five
o'clock shadow.  It wasn't a large bald patch, but it was obvious.

	"FUCK!!!"

	He heard Justin walking to the bathroom.

	"Let me see what you did..."

	Nathan positioned himself to give Justin a good look.

	"What a hatchet job, man..." he said, shaking his head.

	"What should I do?"

	"I think you're just gonna have to shave it..."

	"Man, I don't wanna do that..." Nathan whined.

	"Got no choice, man...that just looks terrible.  At least if you
shave it will grow back even.  Why don't you run some hot water in the tub
and soap up your junk...I've got a pack of new disposable razors in my
drawer..."

	He left to retrieve a razor and Nathan started the bath, making
sure to test the temperature as the tub filled with water.  He cursed
himself for agreeing to do this in the first place and again for being so
clumsy.  Now he was about to shear off the last vestiges of his pubes and,
even worse, he was going to be hard as a brick when he did it.

	Justin returned with the razor just as Nathan slipped into the
steamy water.  He felt the skin of his scrotum begin to smooth out due to
the warmth but his dick remained stubbornly erect, the purplish head
skinned back and sticking up like a periscope from the submerged shaft.
Handing the razor to his irritated roommate, Justin lowered the toilet seat
and sat down, apparently intending to stay this time.

	"You gonna watch me?" asked Nathan.

	"You don't mind do you?" Justin grinned.

	Nathan sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.

	"I guess not...you've seen me do worse than this..."

	"Soap yourself up good and get a clean shave now - take it all
off..."

	Justin could barely contain his enthusiasm as he watched his
roommate voluntarily remove the last traces of his pubes.

	Nathan set to work methodically working from left to right -
lather...shave...lather again...remove the strays.

	"Make sure to shave along the bottom of your shaft, dude - any hair
you leave on there now will look really stupid."

	This he already knew so he did it without complaint.  Justin could
see the concentration on his face.

	"Nathan, I didn't wanna mention it earlier, but I just gotta know -
is this turning you on?"

	"I don't know - it's just weird, man..."

	"I mean...you are so fucking hard!" he pointed out with a chuckle.

	Justin was clearly stating the obvious, but the point was to
control Nathan's mindset - to keep him embarrassed and humiliated.

	Nathan was getting flustered.  This morning's erection had, up
until now, seemed more like a biological reflex, kind of like having the
hiccups, rather than anything overtly sexual.  Justin was making him
self-conscience, however, and that was leading to more sexual thoughts.
Nathan didn't want to associate shaving his crotch with anything erotic.

	"You're not helping, man...just be quiet, OK, and let me finish..."

	"You'll need to get your balls, too.  Is the skin on your sack
loose yet?"

	"Dude, shut up!!!" Nathan barked.

	"I'm just asking, man.  You'll probably need to hold that stiff
dick of yours out of the way while you shave your ball bag.  Be careful,
though...you don't wanna cut yourself."

	Nathan resigned himself to Justin's incessant coaching and just
tried not to slice open his balls as he shaved.  Justin pivoted on the
toilet seat to face the tub and propped his long, smelly feet up on the
edge.  The jock smell was playing games with Nathan's psyche - after all,
the left foot and its wriggling toes had been in his mouth less than twelve
hours ago.  He was forced to constantly manipulate his cock in order to
maintain eye contact with his nuts.  The movement, the smells, and the
intense scrutiny from Justin were placing him in a very sexual frame of
mind.  More than once he had to stifle a moan as he moved his pulsating
cock out of the way.

	"OK Nathan - that's good.  I think you're done - rinse the soap off
and stand up..."

	Nathan acquiesced wordlessly and struggled to his feet.  His cock
jutted out proud from his smooth crotch at a forty-five degree angle, a
fresh bead of precum already welling up in the slit.

	"Goddamn!  Nathan, that fucker looks huge...look at it, man..."

	As he gazed down, he was amazed by how different it looked, almost
as if it belonged to someone else.  It looked at least an inch and a half
longer.  He knew it was just an optical illusion but was spellbound anyway.
The drop of prefuck grew and swelled larger, heavier, and rolled lazily off
the head to hang by a thread.  He sucked in his breath, his arousal
sky-rocketing as he stared, humiliated by the loss of his hair, but
nevertheless unmistakably stimulated by his new look...too stimulated.  His
knees started to shake and his legs wobbled; the string of precum broke and
fell into the tub.

	"Whoa there, buddy...you're gonna cum if you're not careful.  This
really turn you on that much?"

	Nathan flushed beet red and clinched his teeth.  Justin was right -
he was close, very close - but now he just felt humiliated and unable to
speak.  "How can this be happening?" he thought to himself.

	"I don't want you shooting in my face, man.  I don't like cum as
much as you do.  You'd better turn around.  Come on - let me see how you
did on the back side..."

	Nathan immediately turned, not fully understanding what Justin
meant but eager to hide his oversexed organ from his roommate's stare.

	"That's right...now lean forward a bit and put your hands on the
tile.  Good...now spread your legs just a little more...that's it...a
little more...excellent, right there."

	Fear and humiliation overcame Nathan, making him incapable of
resisting.

	"Hey, you're still hairy back here!  What's up with that?"

	"You didn't tell me to shave there..."

	"Dude, we gotta finish the job.  You can't be smooth up front and
look like some kind of ape back here..."

	Nathan was shaking...besieged by internal conflict.

	"If you want, I can clean it up for you," Justin offered.

	"Not that, man, please don't make me..."

	"Whoa, back off, Nathan.  I'm not gonna make you do anything - its
your ass.  I just think it looks really lame like it is.  If it were me, I
wouldn't just go half way - I'd do it all, you know, get a balanced
look...but if you don't want too..."

	"Do you really think it would look better?" Nathan choked.

	"Look better, feel better, it'll be more sanitary - it's a
win-win-win for you, dude..."

	"Alright, go ahead..."

	"You sure, I don't wanna force you into something you don't
want..."

	"Yeah, I'm sure - do it..."

	"It's for the best, dude, don't worry...you'll like it..."

	Justin moved closer, placing his feet in the tub with Nathan and
sitting on the edge.  Reaching into the water, he located the razor and the
soap.  This was even better than he'd planned.  Nathan was completely at
his mercy - and he had given himself willingly and while entirely sober.

	"Keep leaning forward like that, but I'll need you to reach around
with your hands and pull your ass cheeks apart..."

	"Oh god!" Nathan moaned.  "Justin, this is so humiliating..."
Despite the embarrassment, his hands were already spreading his ass wide,
revealing his tight virgin hole to his depraved roommate for the first
time.

	Justin whistled.

	"Whew, nice pucker, dude..."

	"Shit!!!  Just fucking do it already..."

	"Where's the fire, buddy?  Your snatch got an appointment to keep?"
he asked, playfully slapping the right cheek before getting down to
business.

	Justin ran the soap up and down Nathan's trench several times,
working up a nice lather before carefully shearing off the dense curls with
the razor.  After only a single pass, the blades were hopelessly clogged
with loose hair.

	"This razor's shot, little buddy.  Don't move a muscle - stay just
like that and I'll get a fresh one..." Nathan maintained the degrading
position.

	Justin left the room and returned with not only a new razor but
with his camera as well.  He was afraid he'd have to sneak the camera into
the bathroom but was pleasantly surprised when he saw that his roommate
hadn't moved an inch.  Nathan still stood hunched over in the tub,
spreading his cheeks wide in a most undignified stance, his yet-to-be shorn
ass lips staring back at Justin.  Since his head was resting forward on the
tile he was unaware that the remainder of this ordeal would be recorded.

	Justin lathered again and with the fresh razor made short work of
the hair up and down the virgin ass.  He was completely aware, however,
that his roommate was teetering on the edge of orgasm so he purposefully
extended the process to tease him for as long as possible, repeatedly
soaping and rinsing the spread ass cleft long after the final hairs were
gone.  A quick glance between Nathan's legs revealed that his cock was
pounding, twitching, and bouncing rhythmically, utterly out of control.
Justin began to gently run his finger around the perimeter of the spasming
pucker, eliciting an excruciating moan.

	"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god..." Nathan whispered repeatedly,
his breath coming in punctuated gasps.

	"Control yourself, little buddy...I'm just checking for strays,
dude...calm down..."

	"Fuck!!!" cried Nathan.

	"You are REALLY turned on by this, aren't you?"

	"Are we done yet?"

	Justin continued the massage...

	"Not quite yet...you didn't answer me...you like this, don't you?"

	Justin began to alternate between gentle massage and moderate
tapping directly over the tight opening.  The spasms increased in intensity
but Nathan still refused to answer.

	Having realized earlier the power of proximity, Justin stood behind
his roommate and placed his free hand between Nathan's shoulder blades.  He
didn't push, just rested his hand there; Nathan could easily have
straightened up but instead maintained his mortifying position, still
spreading his cheeks with his hands.  Justin switched to his middle finger,
using it to flutter lightly over the target, patiently waiting for the
perfect moment to make his move.

	"Feels good, doesn't it?" he whispered seductively.

	Nathan bit his lower lip.

	"Say it, Nathan...I already know the answer...so do you..."

	Nothing but silence...the finger doubled the speed of its
flicking...

	"Jesus!  Fuck!!!  Goddamnit!!!" Nathan groaned incoherently.

	"Admit it..."

	"I like it...oh fuck, I like it..." Nathan was practically sobbing.

	"Put your hands behind your head, buddy..."

	Nathan complied without hesitation.

	Justin used the hand on Nathan's back to pull him into a standing
position, now bent slightly backward into the taller roommate's chest,
hands obediently clasped behind his head.  The middle finger of his other
hand remained exquisitely poised at Nathan's hole, flicking it wildly.  He
suddenly spun Nathan around until he was facing out into the bathroom and
in full view of the camera, his cock on the brink of explosion, slinging
precum everywhere.

	"Oh god, no..." Nathan moaned.

	It was too late.

	The finger slipped inside, just barely to the first joint, hardly
an inch, but it was more than enough.

	"Cum for me, Nathan...cum for me.  Cum NOW!!!"

	No ecstasy, no pot, no alcohol, no excuses...

	Nathan's cock shuddered hard and released its pent up load, the
first blast scarcely missing the video camera, as he squirmed on the
invading digit.  Justin milked five more massive shots and a number of
smaller ones from Nathan's overheated organ using just the tip of his
finger and the sound of his voice.  As his orgasm tapered off, Nathan
slumped backward into Justin, who allowed his finger to slip from the tight
shaven pucker.

	Once Nathan could stand unassisted, Justin stepped from the tub,
dried his feet, and snatched up the video camera.  He disappeared into the
main room, speaking as he walked away.

	"You should clean up that mess, man.  You got hair and cum
everywhere.  Oh yeah, and get your pubes out of my trimmer..."

	A bewildered and broken Nathan began to clean.

	His cock was still hard...

SCENE FIVE - Cocksucking Lessons

	Inertia can be defined as the tendency for an object to resist
changes in motion.  Justin had set into motion a series of encounters that
inertia alone would have made difficult to reverse.  Nathan could not deny
that, at least on some level, he had enjoyed every activity.  And although
Justin had masterfully coaxed, he had never once coerced - a subtle, but
important distinction.  Nathan had been a willing, though sometimes
hesitant, participant.

	After thoroughly cleaning the bathroom, taking longer than required
to regain his bearings, Nathan returned to the main living area and
dressed.  Justin was working at the computer and simply ignored him.
Nathan found himself slinking around the small, hotel-room apartment like a
nervous dog.  He picked up his philosophy text, took it to the balcony and
sat in one of the loungers, having decided to do some reading.

	An outsider looking in would have noticed nothing unusual about the
pair of them that afternoon.  They seemed a generic example of college
roommates that could have been found anywhere in America.  Beneath the
surface, however, ran an undercurrent of sexuality that threatened to
explode at any time and without warning.

	Following the earlier encounter in the bathroom, Justin fought hard
to resist the urge to bend Nathan over and fuck him right there in the
shower.  He couldn't force it to happen...that just wasn't his style -
Justin was no rapist.  He wasn't going to steal Nathan's virginity; no,
Nathan was going to give it to him - he was going to ask for it.  Hell, if
Justin played his cards right, he might even beg...

	Late that afternoon, Justin decided to go for a run.  On his way
out, he paused to address his roommate...

	"By the way, Nathan, I've planned some special activities for us
tonight so don't make any plans..."

	The door shut and he was gone.  Nathan was immediately hard...

	Justin was gone for more than forty-five minutes and the sun was
hanging low when he returned - it would be dark soon.  Sweaty and winded,
he staggered into the room and collapsed into his desk chair, immediately
filling the small apartment with his scent.

	"Damn, what a good run!  You should start coming with me, Nathan."

	"I'd need to get some better shoes..."

	"If your feet weren't so damn small you could wear a pair of my old
ones.  What are they anyway, about a nine?"

	"Nine and a half..." Nathan corrected.

	"Fuck - these size twelve's would swallow you alive...would ya be a
bud and take 'em off for me?  I'm a little sore..."

	Nathan jumped off the bed and was there in an instant.

	"Wait..." Justin snapped just before Nathan touched his shoes.
"You should go ahead and get comfortable, little buddy.  We're staying in
tonight - not going anywhere..."

	"But I am comfortable..." Nathan answered.

	Justin decided to be direct.

	"What I mean is...and think about this, Nathan, we both know you're
gonna end up naked so how 'bout we just skip the games tonight and you go
ahead and lose the clothes now?"

	"Can I at least close the curtain?"  The fact that he didn't object
outright pleased Justin.  Nathan had jumped that step completely and moved
straight to negotiation.

	"Nope..." Justin answered flatly.

	Nathan shrugged and started to undress willingly in front of the
open drapery.

	"You're making the right choice, dude...totally the right
choice..."

	Nathan's uncut cock was dripping by the time he knelt in front of
Justin, his hands nervously unlacing the shoes.  The heat and funk rising
from them was overpowering - Nathan's dick was shuddering though he didn't
know why.  He palmed the sweaty soles and offered a brief massage into the
tender flesh without being asked.  The smirk on Justin's face was
unambiguous.

	"You like that smell, don't you?"

	"It's really not THAT bad, maybe I'm just used to it - we have
lived together for over a year now..."

	"That's not the reason you're used to it..."

	"Huh, what do you mean?"

	Justin decided to answer truthfully - and to ratchet up Nathan's
humiliation.

	"I've been putting my dirty socks inside your pillowcase for weeks
now...you've been rubbing your face in my grimy foot funk since Halloween."

	"NO WAY!"

	"Go check - I'm really surprised you haven't noticed..."

	Nathan bolted from the floor and seized his pillows, pulling the
cases off.  Out fell two pair of nasty, off-white athletic socks, still
rank with Justin's odor.

	"GROSS!!!" Nathan yelled, but his cock lurched anyway, sending a
drop of clear, gooey liquid to the floor.

	Justin tried not to laugh at the ludicrous sight but could not
contain it.  Nathan stood between the beds - torn been revulsion and
horniness.

	"Dude, I'm sorry..." Justin laughed.  "Once I realized you didn't
mind the smell, I started to wonder how heavy a dose you could take.
First, I started leaving 'em on the floor instead of the laundry basket -
you never said anything.  Then I moved 'em closer to your bed until they
were finally on the floor by your head - no complaints.  Oh, and one day -
get this - one day, I actually hung 'em over the air unit while you were in
class - it fucking smelled like a locker room in here - you still said
nothing.  After that I just started putting the dirty ones in your
pillowcase.  I thought for sure you'd catch on - but no dice.  I didn't
mean for it to go this far - it got to be like a game.  I was beginning to
wonder if you even had a sense of smell..."

	"Well, I do..."

	"Oh, I know you can smell 'em, man - that's what makes it hot..."
Justin grinned back.  "Hey, since we know the smell doesn't bother you, why
don't you get back over here and finish what you started?"

	Nathan returned to the floor and resumed his foot massage duties.
Justin moaned as the talented fingers repeatedly dug into his tired, warm,
moist flesh.  He relished the feeling for about five minutes then requested
Nathan do the other foot.  Several additional minutes passed before he
spoke again.

	"They're really sweaty, aren't they?" he asked, almost
rhetorically, trying to get a rise out of Nathan.

	"Yeah, your feet stay wet, apparently - even when you're
barefoot..."

	"When did you notice that?"

	"I guess it was last year - back at the old dorm room."

	"Tell me how you noticed..."

	"You used to prop your feet up on the desk when you watched TV -
that always put them close to my bed.  One night I was reading and I
glanced up.  There was sweat all over them...and it wasn't even all that
hot in the room..."

	"Did they make you hard back then?"

	"No, of course not!"

	"But they do now...don't they?"

	Nathan hesitated to answer, unmistakably embarrassed...Justin gave
him a way out.

	"Dude, look at your cock..."

	Sure enough, Nathan's dick was throbbing utterly out of control.
Prick slime was pouring from the slit and a river of it ran down the full
length of his trembling shaft, over his newly smooth balls and onto the
floor beneath.  Worse still was the realization that he'd gotten this
worked up over nothing more than massaging his roommate's hot, sweaty feet.

	"Yeah, I guess...well, maybe it does make me hard..." he painfully
admitted, stumbling over the words.

	"Maybe my ass, Nathan.  But don't worry about it - it's cool - it's
just like how you enjoy jerking off and eating cum.  I say if you find
something you like, you should do it every chance you get.  Think about it,
when you first started yanking on your dick, didn't you do it every chance
you got?"

	"Yeah...I think we all did..."

	"And when you discovered you like to eat cum, didn't you get off
eating every drop you made?  Hell, you even ate mine, didn't you?"

	"Yeah...but..."

	"Well, this is no different, man.  Tonight we found out that you
like feet and the way they smell, foot S-W-E-A-T."  He dragged the last
word out nastily, hoping to shame Nathan further.  "If I was into that kind
of thing...I'm not, by the way...but if I was, I'd be on every foot I saw
from now on."

	This speech was making Nathan hornier as he continued to massage
the moist foot in his hands.  The muscles deep in his groin began to pulse
repeatedly, sending a new surge of blood to his cock.

	"I kinda pity you though, dude.  I mean there are LOTS of
opportunities to see guy's feet.  Think of all the sandals and flip-flops
that are gonna come out this spring.  Since we know you're hot for big,
sweaty man-feet now, it might make it kinda difficult to concentrate on
your class work.  Imagine the hot guy in the row in front of you,
absent-mindedly slipping his dirty feet in and out of his flip-flops -
you're liable to cum in your jeans, dude..."

	"Can we stop talking about this?"

	Nathan's cock was pulsing vigorously and a fresh batch of lube
escaped from the head, remoistening his shaft.

	"Sure, I understand - imagining all those hot, sweaty, smelly toes
in your mouth is probably getting you close - and it's way too early for
you to shoot.  Hey, but while you're down there, could you wash 'em for me?
You may like that smell, but it's about to make me sick..."

	"I'll go get a rag..."

	Nathan started to get up.  Justin stopped him, calmly and leisurely
stating the obvious.

	"You don't need a rag, dude..."

	Nathan died a little inside but stuck out his tongue anyway,
licking the sweat from his roommate's left insole.  Justin inhaled sharply,
both at the pleasurable feeling and the satisfaction of talking Nathan into
this.  Lighting a cigarette, he realized he could sit like this all night,
so good was the feeling of having his feet worshipped.  He loved the look
on Nathan's face when his big toe slipped between his lips and then again
when his tongue snaked out to lap between his long, smelly toes.  Less than
fifteen minutes later, however, he began to worry that Nathan was going to
cum.  Reluctantly, he tore the foot from Nathan's lips and stood in front
of his naked, submissive roommate, his crotch only inches from Nathan's
face.  He picked up the video camera, pointed it at Nathan, and turned it
on.

	"You wanna see it again, don't you?"

	Nathan timidly shook his head to indicate "yes".  Justin was
getting tired of this nodding crap.

	"I know you've not watched any of the recent movies we've made, but
I gotta tell you, they're much better when you talk instead of just shaking
your head like an idiot."

	"Sorry, yes..."

	"Yes what?"

	"Yes, I wanna see it..."

	Justin paused the recording.

	"Dude, get into it - we're the only people who'll ever see this and
think about it - we'll be watching it like our own homemade porn.  So say
things you think will be hot to watch - really get into it, abandon your
inhibitions, loosen up.  Act like you mean it..."

	"I don't know if I can do that..."

	"Sure you can...it's easy.  We'll start over."

	The red light came back on.

	"You wanna see it again, don't you?" Justin repeated.

	"Yeah, I wanna see it..."

	"You wanna see what, boy?"

	Nathan had never been called "boy" before, at least not under these
conditions.  He swallowed hard and started to sweat a little.

	"I wanna see your cock..."

	"Yeah, that right, huh?  Tell me about it..."

	"God, I wanna see your fat, uncut cock..."

	"You like my cock, don't cha?"

	"I love your fucking cock, dude...your hot, wet, drippy cock..."
Justin nodded - this was getting better.

	"Fuck yeah, that's my little slut...you wanna suck it, don't you?"

	Nathan looked up, surprised and visibly unconvinced.  Sure he'd
tasted Justin's cum, but he hadn't technically sucked it - Justin had
merely shot in his mouth.  Noticing the hesitation, Justin calmly looked
down at his roommate, trying to reassure him, and silently mouthed the
words "say yes..." so that the camera would not pick up his voice.

	"Yes," answered Nathan faintly.

	Not terribly compelling, but it seemed sincere enough.

	"Undo my jeans and pull it out..."

	Nathan's hands began working the button and Justin noticed they
were shaking slightly.  He wasn't wearing underwear.  As the denim
descended, the hard, uncut piece snapped up in Nathan's face.  He continued
to lower them, pulling the jeans off over Justin's freshly licked feet.
Staring at the thick dick in front of him, he watched the foreskin peel
back gradually of its own accord.  A small drop of glistening fluid formed
in the well.

	Nathan's mouth opened instinctively...

	"Oh, nice, Nathan...you do love that cock, don't you?"

	"I love your cock, Justin...I fucking love looking at your cock..."
he responded with a bit more enthusiasm.

	"You can't wait to suck it, can you?"

	"I wanna see what it tastes like..."

	"Lean in and take a deep hit off my pubes...don't suck it yet..."

	Nathan moved closer, Justin's cock along his chin line, and inhaled
through his nose, holding it in.  His own dick, sticking up from his
smoothly shaven crotch, involuntarily released another gooey stream of
precum.

	"Nice, boy - very nice.  I guess YOU won't smell like that for a
while since you shaved all your hair away...but you've always got mine if
you need a fix."

	"Oh god..." Nathan moaned, almost against his will, as the
combination of humiliation and horniness melted his inhibitions further.
His need to cum was becoming urgent.

	"Go on and give it some practice licks...just your tongue.  And
don't get too excited."

	Nathan was on his cock faster than Justin had ever dreamed.  His
tongue extended and he took a giant, slow, slurping lick from base to tip.

	"Oh fuck!  Keep doing that..." groaned Justin, a little surprised
at how good it felt.

	Both guys lost track of time as Nathan settled into a slow,
rhythmic dick lick - up to the tip then down to the base, even using
swirling motions around the head, dutifully doing everything with only his
tongue.  Justin's original idea had been to drag this process out all
night, partly to keep Nathan edged, on fire and compliant.  But this
unexpected talent caused him to reevaluate.  He was getting close himself
and it was still so damned early.  No, this needed to be a multi-orgasmic
night.

	He pushed Nathan away and flopped down on his bed, just a few feet
from the patio doors.  He relaxed on his back with his legs spread, large
balls hanging loosely with his aching cock towering upward from his sweaty
pubes.  He motioned for Nathan to take position between his legs...

	"Beg me to let you suck it, dude..."

	Nathan hesitated briefly but was far too worked up to deny himself
the pleasure.  He wanted it.

	"Fuck, I really want to suck you, man..."

	"More, Nathan, nastier...convince me."

	"Please let me suck your cock!  I really need it - I need to taste
you..."

	"What is it you like to eat, slut?"

	Assuming the use of the word "slut" was for the camera, Nathan
ignored the insult.

	"Cum - I like to eat cum."

	"And you'll eat mine?"

	"I'll eat it straight outta your fat, nasty, uncut prick if you'll
just let me suck it..."

	"Have you ever sucked cock before?"

	"Never..."

	"Then how do you know you'll like it?"

	He struggled for an answer...

	"Um...I already know that I like the way it smells - I like the way
it tastes - and I know I like your cum.  And..."

	Justin interrupted...

	"Nathan, do you realize that you sound like a bitch for cock?  Is
that true?  Are you becoming a bitch for my cock?"

	Nathan was mortified at the suggestion and flushed red at the
thought.  He was silent and Justin thought for a split second he'd
miscalculated, half expecting his roommate to get up and end this.
Justin's mind was reeling, trying to think of something to say to salvage
his mistake when Nathan finally answered.

	"Yes, I'm a bitch for your cock..." he quietly stated, eyes looking
down at his own pulsating boner, which was drooling a puddle on the bed
sheets.

	Justin couldn't help but laugh at Nathan's humiliation.  The guy
was fucking hungry for it!

	"Don't use your hands, dude - but go for it...knock yourself out."

	Justin carefully filmed Nathan's cock slut conversion - his first
ever dick suck.  He initially put only the head inside, generating light
suction with his lips and using his tongue to create some movement.  He was
rewarded with a healthy dollop of pre-fuck deposited directly into his
mouth.  Nathan didn't know exactly what he was doing but he was enjoying it
anyway - and he was learning quickly.  Everything he could fit into his
mouth was soon inside but about half of Justin's cock was still to go.
There were a few mishaps with his teeth early on but he fixed the issue by
using his lips as teeth guards.

	Both guys were surprised that Nathan was enjoying this so much.
Justin knew he could talk him into it but never imagined that he'd be this
into it on the first try.  Now that he was doing it, he wanted more -
working just the first few inches wasn't going to be enough.

	Summoning his courage, he forced another inch inside...and gagged
violently.  Justin decided to keep his damn mouth shut - the recorded
footage was priceless and he didn't want to scare Nathan - not when he was
doing this well on his own.  Undeterred by the gag reflex, he kept trying
to go deeper, to take even more.  He worked up some additional saliva,
letting it drip down to lubricate the shaft.  Finally, on about the tenth
try, Nathan discovered how to relax the back of his throat and slipped down
balls deep on Justin's cock.

	"OH, YOU MOTHER-FUCKING SLUT!!!!  Damn, that feels good!!!  FUCK!
FUCK!"

	Nathan raised his mouth back up to the head, twirling his tongue
over the frenulum as he passed, and slipped all the way down again, spit
foaming from his lips.  His own dick spasmed repeatedly on the edge of
orgasm and became wetter still.  On the third pass, Nathan went so far as
to grind his nose into Justin's pubes.  Justin writhed on the bed in
ecstasy and groaned out loud, astonished by Nathan's sudden aggression and
talent.

	The guys also felt something new - a shift in the
submission-control balance.  For the first time since they'd been engaging
in sexual activities together, Nathan felt a measure of control.  Justin
sensed it too - and he didn't like it.  Nathan was getting too comfortable.
Reluctantly, he pulled his newfound sex toy off his cock.

	"Did I do something wrong?" Nathan asked.

	"Fuck, no!  You're like a goddamn vacuum cleaner, bitch.  You were
about to make me cum."

	"I thought that was the point..."

	"Let's just change positions..."

	Justin remained where he was but made Nathan straddle his chest,
facing his feet and cock.  When he leaned forward to resume sucking, his
freshly shaven asshole was plainly on display - the perfect position from
which to provide a bit of embarrassment and degradation.

	He reached between Nathan's spread legs and milked out an ample
supply of precum.  Then, using his roommate's own dog water as lube, he
began a torturously slow, teasing massage of the easily accessible pucker.
Nathan immediately objected.

	"Hey, I'd rather you not do that..."

	"Are you telling me to stop?"

	Nathan's eyes darted back and forth while he tried to think...

	"Yes, I don't want you touching me there..."

	"OK...get off the bed."  Justin started to push his roommate away.

	"What?"  Nathan stubbornly refused to move.

	"I don't like making you do things you don't wanna do so we can
just stop.  Hey, if we hurry we can still get down to the bar for a few
rounds..."

	"But, but, um, you haven't cum yet..."

	"That's OK, I can take care of it myself - I need a shower before
we go to the bar anyway - remember, not everyone likes the way I smell
after a run - so I'll just finish up in there.  Come on, get up..." Justin
tried to push Nathan away again.  He wouldn't budge.

	"Well, maybe if you don't record it..."

	"No deal, dude, you know we record everything - come on now, get
up...it's OK, I'm not mad, really..."

	A look of complete desperation washed over Nathan's face, the need
plainly visible in his eyes.

	"But if I say it's OK, we can stay here...and keep doing this?"

	"You betcha..."

	Nathan sighed in resignation.  He was still wary and more than a
little embarrassed about the way his body reacted when Justin touched his
ass, but if this was the only way...

	"Alright then, go ahead..."

	His mouth was already headed for Justin's cock.

	"Wait, wait, wait...hold up a sec.  Turn your head around and look
at me.  So you WANT me to play with your hole?"

	Nathan turned crimson red.  Justin prepared to capture the next
sentence on camera, exquisitely focused on his flushing roommie.

	"Yes, I want you play with my hole..." When Justin didn't respond
right away, and the silence grew awkward, he added a weak, "please..."

	Justin was satisfied...

	"Let's get to it then..."

	If Nathan put as much effort into his classes as he did sucking
cock, he'd have been an "A" student.  Normally, Justin could keep from
shooting for hours at a time, choosing the exact moment at which he'd
release his load.  But Nathan had him so hot that he was emptying down his
cocksucker's throat within fifteen minutes.  With no coaching, Nathan held
on tightly to the cock in his mouth throughout the orgasm, never releasing
it, as rope after rope of hot, salty semen shot down his throat.  Justin
doubted he'd even tasted it.

	In the meantime, Justin had been playing Nathan's ass like violin,
gently massaging and spreading the tender lips ever so slightly,
occasionally blowing air across the tight entrance.  Whenever he got dry,
an ample supple of fresh lube could be found flowing from Nathan's rigid
pole, which was on the very edge of cumming.

	"Straighten up, Nathan - hands latched behind your head..."

	He reluctantly pulled his lips from the shrinking, uncut organ and
acquiesced.  When he saw his reflection in the large wall mirror opposite
the bed, he was filled with shame and humiliation at his loss of control.

	"Please, Justin, don't..."

	"Don't what, slut?"

	"Don't make me cum like this...please..."

	"So you're afraid this will make you cum, huh?"  Justin slowed his
finger massage but started to use slightly more pressure.

	"Probably, yeah, I might..."

	"Wait...if it makes you cum, then you like it, right?"

	"I don't know," whined Nathan in a weird combination of heat and
frustration.  "...I guess..."

	"You like me playing with your ass?"

	"I'm getting close, please stop..."

	"I'll take that as a 'yes'...you do like a good fingering...just
like pussy, huh?"

	Nathan's face contorted with both the intense pleasure and an
attempt to stave off orgasm.  His eyes closed.

	"OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES, SLUT!!!" Justin yelled.

	There was another increase in pressure.  The entrance started to
give way.

	"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!"

	"You gonna cum for me, Nathan?"

	"YES, I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE!!!!"

	"On the count of three..."

	His finger flew into a frenzy of wild flicking motions.

	"ONE..."

	The flicking slowed but the price was a substantial increase in
pressure.

	"TWO..."

	Nathan was groaning loudly now - much louder than usual.  Justin
knew that this might be the best orgasm of his life.  Despite Justin's
orders, his eyes clamped shut again, as if not seeing it would keep it from
happening.

	"Look in the mirror, Nathan..."

	His eyes shot open...

	The finger slipped inside...

	"THREE!!!"

	The eruption flew clear across the room.  With no hands to guide or
support the stream, it arced high and long, nearly landing on Justin's
desk.  Nathan watched himself cum, hands free, from nothing more than a
finger in his ass.  Justin moved his finger slightly, out then in again,
and milked out Nathan's second shot, which nearly matched the first one in
intensity.  Nathan was now yelling at the top of his lungs - there was a
"BANG - BANG - BANG" on the ceiling - the upstairs neighbors complaining...

	"Shut the fuck up down there!" said the muffled, irritated voice
from the apartment upstairs.  As if on cue, Nathan emptied a third shot
between Justin's feet.  He bit his lip to keep quiet.

	Seven shots later and Nathan was spent.  The finger was gone but so
was his dignity.

	Justin glanced at the clock - it wasn't even ten yet.

	"Good news, cocksucker - we got time to do that at least two more
times tonight..."

SCENE SIX - Nathan's new toy

	Justin's psychological conditioning succeeded well beyond his
initial expectations.  In the weeks that followed, Nathan's addictive
personality grew increasingly dependent on his roommate despite numerous
humiliating ground rules.  Justin's expectations were clear...

	Rule one - Nathan had to strip completely BEFORE asking for any
kind of sexual activity.  This left him mortified on the rare occasions
when Justin would refuse his advances.  Seeing Nathan denied and getting
dressed again, trying to stuff his brick hard dick back into his pants
without relief was a source of great amusement for Justin.  Rule two - The
privilege of giving head came at a price - a compulsory thirty-minute foot
licking session.  Rule three - The patio curtain must be open any time
Nathan was naked.  Rule four - Justin DEMANDED the right to cum first no
matter how long this meant Nathan had to wait.  This included the option of
not letting him cum at all.

	By this time, Nathan readily admitted he liked cock - Justin's cock
in particular - and this confession required no drugs (other than his
"vitamins").  He would spend hours engaged in long sessions of "cock
worship", his lips wrapped around Justin's uncut shaft, barely moving at
times, providing as much care, attention, and pleasure as he could.  He
became so comfortable with providing oral satisfaction that Justin began to
get bored, even with the degrading rules.  What he enjoyed most was pushing
Nathan's limits, convincing him to do things he wasn't quite comfortable
with.  Though he complied with the rules, he remained timid about his ass
and being exposed sexually.  Justin looked forward to the day he could get
his roommate outside, cock buried in his ass.  As always, he resolved to go
slow, to take one thing at a time.

	Justin allowed Nathan to blow him almost every day (sometimes more
than once), skipping the occasional day to let his roommate's sexual
tension build.  The plan had been to push the envelope further every week
but he decided to slow the pace in order to let the idea of regular,
obedient roommate sex to become entrenched in Nathan's mind - to become a
habit, something he looked forward to and craved.  The fledgling submissive
had stopped jacking off altogether, his only sexual release coming from
Justin.  This was exactly the way Justin wanted it.  The time finally came
to expand his repertoire of skills.

	Justin began by purchasing a slender, flexible prostate massager,
shaped much like a wand.  It came with dual, independently operating,
vibrating bullets - one fully encased inside the tip to directly touch the
prostate and a larger bullet on the opposite end to remain outside.  Then,
using exams as an excuse, he abruptly stopped all sexual activities.
Nathan had been sucking almost every day for weeks now and the break was a
shock to his system, especially since he continued to take his daily pill.
It was entertaining to watch him strip night after night and beg, sometimes
after already completing the requisite foot massage.  The look on his face
was priceless when the answer was "not tonight".  After the third day,
insane with need, he blatantly started to jerk off on his bed without
asking and in complete disregard of the rules.  His reasoning was that
Justin was tired of their games and that he wouldn't mind - at least this
once.  He was dead wrong...

	"What the fuck!  You know you're not supposed to do that," he
corrected, looking up from his desk.  "I'm trying to study...knock it off."

	Nathan was taken aback by the reaction and suddenly felt
embarrassed.  Releasing his wet prick, he slipped on his boxers and picked
up a book, grumbling as he started to read.  Justin grinned as he watched a
wet spot widen across the front of Nathan's shorts...

	"Tomorrow's Friday, dude...you can suck me then, OK?  Thanks for
understanding..."

	"Whatever, man..." Nathan responded, trying to sound nonchalant.
It was an open secret that he couldn't wait...

	After classes, Nathan was primed and ready to go.  He'd been hard
off and on for most of the day, which wasn't particularly unusual, but he
hadn't cum in what seemed like an eternity.  To make matters worse, he'd
worn khakis today instead of jeans and it was extremely difficult to hide
his persistent erection or the spots it left.  As soon as they were alone
in the apartment he started to undress, in compliance to the rules, so that
he could ask to suck Justin's cock.

	"Whoa there, man - cool your jets.  It's early yet.  I thought we
could go to the bar for a couple drinks first..."

	"Jesus, really?  I'm so fucking horny."

	"My dick will still be here in a couple of hours.  Come on, let's
go..."

	Since it was still early, the bar hadn't yet filled with patrons.
They were able to snag one of the few booths and sat down to enjoy their
drinks.

	"Hey, Nathan - are you going home for winter break?"

	"I thought so, why?"

	"I'm not really in the mood this year.  I was thinking about just
staying put.  It might be fun if you stayed too."

	"My parents wouldn't like it..."

	"All the more reason to do it as far as I'm concerned.  Think about
it, you and me alone for two weeks - no school, no commitments, no real
reason to leave the apartment or put on clothes - imagine how much fun we
could have..."

	Nathan's dick convulsed at the thought, moistening his light beige
pants.  He swallowed hard...

	"I'll call them tomorrow and let them know..."

	Thirty minutes later the guys were starting their third beer.
Justin discretely slipped his right foot out of his moist sneaker, hoping
the pungent odor wouldn't travel too far in the musty-smelling,
smoke-filled bar.  He lifted the foot and placed it on Nathan's crotch.
His roommate's eyes flew wide and he quickly glanced around the bar to make
sure that no one could see.  Unable to help himself, he lowered one hand
and wrapped it around the hot, damp, socked foot, massaging the flesh
firmly but tenderly.  Justin moved the foot continuously, purposefully
rubbing it against Nathan's pulsing cock, causing pre-fuck to soak the
front of his pants.  Justin knew he could make Nathan cum like this if he
wanted.  But that was not the plan for this evening.  This was just a
warm-up, something to get Nathan so horny that he'd be willing to try a new
activity tonight.  Soon thereafter the glasses were empty.  Justin removed
his foot, returned it to his shoe, and stood.

	"Let's go..."

	Nathan jumped up so fast he nearly fell over.  He was fully
standing before he noticed the large, expanding dark spot on his khakis.
He flushed crimson and tried to cover his crotch with his hands as they
left the bar and walked up the block to the apartment.

	He was already removing his pants before Justin had closed and
locked the door.  "Jesus, I've never seen him like this before," Justin
thought silently.  As Nathan fell to his knees, ready to start on his
roommate's feet, Justin walked to the patio and opened the curtain.  He
waited for a reaction - there was none.  Nathan was beyond caring - at
least for now.

	Justin glared down at his kneeling roommate and noticed his crotch.
The hairs were beginning to grow back in.

	"Hey, I never asked you how you like your shave job..."

	"It's OK, I guess, now that I've gotten used to it - actually, I'm
starting to think it's kinda sexy..."

	"Think you'll keep it like that?"

	"Maybe, I hadn't really thought about it..."

	"If you do, you'll want to shave it again before it gets too
long..."

	"Yeah, yeah, whatever - you gonna let me suck you tonight?"
Nathan's dismissive attitude was irritating.

	"After you shave...you can do it now while I check my email..."

	"Oh come on!" Nathan complained.  "I can't wait much longer..."

	"I like looking at you better when you're all smooth.  Don't forget
to do your ass while you're in there..." He turned on his computer and sat
down, clearly in no hurry.

	Nathan got up and started a bath, resigned to another shave before
getting off tonight.  Since the hair had only just begun to grow back, he
made short work of the task.  Soon he was clean and smooth as silk, front
and back.  When he returned, he noticed the camera set up on a tripod at
the foot of his bed.  Justin was still at the computer.

	"This is gonna take a while, man.  I left some details off my
history paper that I need to pass.  The teacher sent me an email and said
if I make the corrections and send it to him tonight, he'll accept the
changes.  I know how horny you are so you have my permission to start
without me - just this once - but remember not to cum..."

	"How long will it take?"

	"It will take as long as it takes...now lay down and start jerking
- the camera is already on.  I'll be with you as soon as I can."  He opened
the file containing his real history paper and quickly saved it under
another name, then started to make pretend changes to the open file.

	Meanwhile, Nathan did as instructed, beating off for the camera.
The climb towards climax was short and steep.  He was edging just moments
later, holding tightly onto his cock, hands motionless, as he felt it
spasming out of control against his palms.

	"Don't cum yet, dude...you're gonna really piss me off if you
do..." Justin prompted from his desk without so much as glancing up.

	"I'm not sure I can hold back..."

	"Then for god's sake take your hands off it - play with your ass or
something..." Justin replied, planting the idea in Nathan's mind.

	Though Justin routinely played with his roommate's ass, Nathan had
never done it himself.  He was a bit embarrassed to even be thinking about
it.  His cock backed off the edge slightly and he gave it one, then two
strokes, before having to remove his hands altogether to keep from
exploding.  Knowing that he would spray if he kept touching it, he sighed
in frustration and glanced at Justin.  He wasn't paying any attention,
apparently focused on his paper, his fingers quickly tapping at the
keyboard.  Nathan tentatively lowered his right hand to his smooth ass and
rubbed his index finger along the slit, mimicking the kinds of motions
Justin had used previously.

	"Ohhhh..." he moaned breathlessly, immediately embarrassed at the
noise.

	"Feels good, don't it bitch?" asked Justin, still typing and
looking at the computer screen..."

	"Yeah, I guess it kinda does..."

	"Do that for a while then.  I'll be finished soon.  Just don't
cum..."

	Nathan, realizing that the world hadn't ended when he touched his
ass, and with Justin still not looking, began to rub his hole more
deliberately.  There was still a bit of moisture from the bath but that
soon evaporated.  Checking to make sure he wasn't being watched, he put his
finger in his mouth, moistened it, and returned it to his ass.  He repeated
this several times before getting frustrated that it kept drying out.
Remembering that Justin used his precum as lube, he squeezed a large drop
onto his finger and rubbed it around his anus, pressing a bit harder this
time.  The slippery dick juice caused the digit to slip easily into the
relaxed hole, up to the first joint.  Nathan wriggled it around, biting his
lip in an effort to keep quiet and frequently checking to make sure Justin
wasn't looking.  He knew the camera was recording but the lens wasn't
nearly as frightening or intimidating as his roommate's eyes.

	As the minutes ticked slowly by, Nathan became more brazen in
fingering his ass.  He had his index finger now inserted to the second
joint and was moving it around more vigorously, stretching his hole in
every direction.  He gathered up more precum and tried two fingers at once,
something not even Justin had tried.  The sensation took his breath away as
his cunt adjusted to the new girth and allowed the fingers to pass.  He
closed his eyes, taken by surprise at the sudden pleasure and moaned
quietly to himself.  Soon he was writhing in ecstasy, cock untouched but on
the verge of cumming anyway as he silently frigged his fingers in and out
of his asshole, attention to everything and everyone else slipping from his
mind.

	Justin's voice snapped him back to reality.

	"Nice, man - that looks hot as fuck..."

	Nathan froze.  His eyes shot open and he saw Justin, apparently
finished with his paper, standing naked at the foot of bed.  He was holding
the camera, filming every second, as his roommate lay on his back with two
fingers shoved up his hole.

	"I...I...ummm...I didn't know you were watching..." Nathan
stammered, obviously flustered at being caught.  Justin noticed that he
didn't remove his fingers.

	"That's OK, man.  I'm glad you didn't notice - I might have missed
this.  You look hot..."

	"Really?" Nathan asked, not quite believing it.

	"Hell yeah - you always look hot once you let go and get into it.
Keep going - it will be easier if you lift your legs up..."

	"I don't know..." Justin noticed the fingers move slightly in and
out despite the hesitation at doing it while being watched.  Clearly, he
wanted to.

	"Just do it, man..."

	Nathan lifted and spread his legs slightly farther apart, exposing
himself fully like the cunt he was rapidly becoming.  He sank his fingers
back into his quivering ass, arching his back in response to the sensation.

	"Fuck yeah, just like that.  Get into it, dude, real slutty
like..." Justin encouraged.  "I need a cigarette - you just keep doing that
while I smoke."

	Justin took an extra long time with his cigarette, allowing Nathan
more time to loosen up and work himself closer to the edge.

	After about ten minutes Justin retrieved the prostate massager.

	"Here, use this instead."

	He tossed the device to his roommate.  Nathan stared at the slender
wand, unsure about using it.

	"You want me to put this up my ass?" he asked while continuing to
study the strange looking gadget.

	"Sure - it can go deeper than your fingers.  Trust me, you'll love
it once you get started."

	Nathan's resistance quickly melted.  His mind was warming up to the
idea and so was his ass.  Without further objection, he placed the tip of
the wand on his hungry hole and pushed.  The slender shaft slipped easily
and painlessly inside.

	"OH FUCK!!!" Nathan sighed, one hand gripping the bedspread so
tightly that his knuckles turned white, amazed at the new sensation.  He
withdrew the rod and immediately reinserted it, deeper this time.  Justin
nodded his head approvingly as his roommate made a whore of himself on
camera.

	"That's the way - just like that - get it in deeper, man - all the
way to the end.  Take all the time you need - we got all night."

	For the next twenty minutes, Nathan edged himself repeatedly with
the new toy.  The first time the wand hit his prostate he thought he would
go insane.  He had to hold back his orgasm no less than five times during
the session, each time going completely motionless, hands grasping and
releasing the bed sheets, the object lodged deep inside him.  Justin filmed
close ups of his face contorted in pleasure, his cock pulsing insistently
with the need to cum, and his ass getting pounded for the first time ever.
And best of all, Nathan was doing it all to himself.

	It was time to wrap this up...

	Justin, still holding the camera, climbed on the bed between
Nathan's uplifted and spread legs.

	"Take it all the way back out for a second, buddy..."

	Nathan complied without delay and Justin filmed the gaping hole for
a second before inching closer, his own dripping cock perilously close to
his roommate's new pussy.  Nathan's eyes popped out and he started to
beg...

	"Please, no, no, no!!!  Justin, please don't fuck me!"

	Justin abruptly stopped.  He made a face, indicating that was a
surprising, not to mention disgusting, thing to suggest.

	"Relax dude!  I have absolutely no interest in fucking another guy.
Jesus, what are you thinking?"

	Of course, this was a lie.  But the silence that followed made his
roommate uncomfortable.  Nathan was ashamed that his mind had gone there.

	Justin continued...

	"It just looked like you were getting a little dry, that's all.  I
wouldn't want you to get chaffed.  Hey, hold your ass cheeks open, would
ya?"

	Nathan pulled his ass open, exposing his hole, the relaxed lips
slightly ajar and revealing the darkness of his insides.  Justin grabbed
his own cock and began to fist it violently.  He knew he had to be quick or
else Nathan would realize what he planned to do.  Fortunately, he was so
close that it took less than five strokes.  He was ejaculating before his
roommate could react.

	The first shot could not have been aimed more precisely.  The
camera would later reveal the perfection of the trajectory.  It exploded
from Justin's dick and flew with incredible force directly into Nathan's
opened hole, actually oozing inside.  Nathan started to scuttle away when
the second blast coated the now gooey sphincter, feeling surprise followed
by degradation in rapid succession.  With one hand on his cock and the
other working the camera, Justin couldn't physically keep Nathan from
retreating.  He hoped his words could do the job...

	"Stay still, Nathan - don't you dare move a muscle.  Keep it
spread."

	Nathan obediently froze as a third and fourth shot basted his cunt
with freshly milked cum.  Justin crept closer on his knees as the remaining
streams had less force, keeping each hitting on or around his roommate's
spasming hole.  Finally spent and breathing heavily, he jumped off the bed
and zoomed the camera on the mess between Nathan's legs.  Wiping the sweat
from his brow, he sighed in satisfaction and spoke...

	"OK dude, put it back in - slowly."

	Nathan swallowed, placed the tip of the wand at his opening, and
pushed.  The fresh coating of semen around and inside his ass allowed the
tool to slip in even easier than before.  It sank all the way to the base
in one agonizingly slow motion, taking Justin's cum along with it.

	"Alright Nathan, work it for me - work it deep, hard, and fast.
Whore it up good, dude...make this movie one to remember..."

	Then he added...

	"...but don't cum."

	Despite his embarrassment and confusion about what just happened,
it took only moments for Nathan to return to a full-scale, red-hot, horny
mess.  Due to the slicked up, gooey slime Justin had left, there was hardly
any friction and absolutely no discomfort from the massager.  After a few
moments, Justin's cum began to foam up around Nathan's hole, resulting in a
white froth clinging to his ass lips and the shaft of the rod.  Every time
the bulbous tip grazed his prostate he arched his back and moaned loudly.
Justin allowed him to edge for over twenty additional minutes before
bringing this portion of the night to conclusion.

	Nathan had barely touched his cock tonight and yet he was about to
have a remarkable orgasm - they both knew it.  After one particularly close
call, Justin decided that it was time...

	"Put your hands behind your head and don't move - no matter
what..."

	"Oh God!!!  It feels so good..." Nathan groaned as his fingers
interlaced behind his head.

	"I know it does, baby, I know...Do you think you've got yourself
under control now?  Do you think you can keep from cumming?"

	Nathan was breathing hard and certainly on edge but he felt
confident he could control it.

	"Yeah, I can hold back - at least for a while longer..."

	Justin grinned wickedly...

	"Guess again, dude..."

	He hit the wireless remote control switch for the wand, sending it
past low and medium, all the way to high, the tip buzzing Nathan's prostate
and the larger outer bead working his ass lips and perineum.

	Nathan squealed like the whore he had become.

	"OH GOD!!! OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCKKKKKK!!!!!" he cried
as he convulsed on the bed.

	"Yeah slut, not so sure now, are you?"  Justin laughed as he filmed
the newest humiliation.  "Try not to cum, you fucking whore..."

	It was hopeless.  Before he even had time to moan again, Nathan was
ejaculating past his head, splattering the wall with sticky semen.  Balls
painfully high and tight, cock trembling and spewing against his will,
Nathan's remaining dignity melted away and he flushed both from the
intensity of the orgasm and his own embarrassment.  Justin recorded the
entire ordeal, verbally teasing his horny roommate throughout.

	Once the violent orgasm had ended, Justin turned off the vibrator
and offered a sincere compliment.

	"That was fucking hot as hell, little buddy.  Did you like it?"

	"Oh my fucking god - it was amazing - but please don't ever show
that video to anybody..."

	"Relax - I wouldn't do you like that - Goddamn, you shoot sick
loads!"  Nathan laughed despite the situation, glancing over his shoulder
at the mess dripping down the wall behind him.

	"Yeah, I guess I do get some distance - especially after such a
long time teasing myself."

	"So you're glad you did it?"

	"I'm a little embarrassed - but yeah, I'm glad I tried it..."

	He paused for a moment like he had something else to say.

	"What is it?" asked Justin.

	"I know it's gonna sound weird, but - well, I was really looking
forward to sucking you tonight..." He put his hands over his face, adding,
"Ugh!!! I can't believe I just said that..."

	To say Justin was pleased would be a gross understatement.  The
whore had just cum buckets and was already asking for more.

	"Well, I can guarantee you that I've got at least a couple more
loads in me if you really wanna try and pull them out.  Just let me put the
camera on the tripod and I'll get on the bed."

	After the camera was secure, he added...

	"I bet you've got a couple more in you too..."

	And then he switched on the vibrators...

SCENE SEVEN - Giving up his cherry

	Winter break arrived and true to their word both guys remained in
town over the holidays.  They created a pact to see how long they could go
without leaving the small apartment.  This meant stocking the cabinets and
compact refrigerator in the tiny kitchenette, as well as acquiring other
needed supplies.  Despite the planning, they ordered pizza on occasion with
one or the other answering the door wearing only a towel.  In addition to
not leaving the apartment, they also decided to stay naked unless it was
absolutely necessary to wear something - like when paying for a pizza at
the door.  Nathan spent most of the break impaled on the vibrating wand,
edging for extended periods and cumming spontaneously from the overwhelming
stimulation.

	Justin wanted to fuck him badly during those two long weeks - it
required every ounce of control he possessed not to ram his cock home when
Nathan was clearly enjoying his hot hole.  He knew, however, that Nathan
needed time to adjust after each expansion of his sexual catalog in order
to incorporate the new activity into his psyche, to move beyond his nerves
and make it a natural, indeed required, part of his erotic expression.  To
this end Justin had been exceedingly successful.

	After their non-stop sexual marathon of a holiday, school resumed
once more.  A few weeks into the spring term, Justin realized Nathan was
becoming a little TOO attached to his new toy.  He was keeping the slender
wand in his nightstand and used it almost every day during January - always
with Justin's permission, of course.  Justin was pleased with how much
Nathan needed something in his ass but was afraid he'd never be able to
take his roommate to the next level as long as he had that damned vibrator
available to satisfy his itch.  Additionally, Nathan was no longer
embarrassed to use it.  His comfort level had reached a plateau and he
wouldn't so much as blush as he frigged his cunt with the thin wand.
Justin needed to find a way to get rid of it.  In the meantime, he
continued to collect humiliating footage of his roommate.

	During the second week of February, an opportunity presented itself
to both eliminate the vibrator and throw Nathan off balance emotionally as
well.  An extremely minor argument erupted over some food Justin left out
overnight.  It attracted a few bugs and Nathan complained - it wasn't much,
really, he simply asked Justin to be more careful.  Disagreements like this
happen all the time in dorm settings - roommates argue, sometimes heatedly,
then endure a few days of awkwardness before putting it all behind them.
Justin realized this was his chance and blew the argument completely out of
perspective.  He went into an absolute rage.  He cursed, yelled, and even
threw an ashtray, shattering it against the wall for effect.  Finally,
pretending to be storming mad, he opened Nathan's nightstand, grabbed the
wand, opened the patio, and threw it as far as he could.  Nathan was
speechless - he'd never seen Justin this out of control.  Furthermore, his
favorite toy was gone.  He was far too embarrassed to go retrieve it from
across the street and he couldn't see himself visiting an adult bookstore
to buy another.  His credit card was only for school expenses and the bills
went to his parents so he certainly couldn't replace it online.

	Justin sulked about for nearly a week, refusing to speak to or even
look at Nathan.  He made a point, though, to stick close to his roommate
despite the uneasiness between them, as he didn't want Nathan to get a
chance to jerk off.  For his part, Nathan felt upset that their
relationship might have been ruined over something so incredibly stupid.
He was constantly tense in the apartment, both from the icy way Justin was
treating him and the lack of sexual release.  His new spring semester
physics course was kicking his ass so he attempted to distract himself by
using the time to get a handle on Newtonian motion.

	Finally, enough time elapsed for this stunt to have the desired
effect and Justin decided to put things right again.  Coming home from
class Friday afternoon, he struck up a conversation; it was the first time
they'd spoken in many days.  It was about tedious things at first - how
have you been, how are your classes going, things like that - but the
discussion eventually moved towards reconciliation.

	"Nathan, I think I owe you an apology - I've been acting like a
total jerk lately.  It might be school stress - I don't know.  I'm so
sorry, dude..."

	"Don't worry about it," replied Nathan, just glad to have his
friend back.  "I reacted badly about the whole kitchen thing myself.  I'm
just as much to blame..." In fact, Nathan had been completely reasonable
and had nothing to apologize for.  Still, he wasn't about to stomp on
Justin's olive branch.

	There was a moment of silence as the manufactured rift between them
began to heal and a sense of normalcy started to fill the room again.
Justin broke out the bong and they shared hits almost like a peace pipe,
continuing to make small talk as their buzz increased.  Nathan's mind, as
conditioned as Pavlov's dogs, was already imagining being naked and
massaging his roommate's feet, their normal prelude to sexual activities.
His cock was pounding and dripping in his pants as the ideas flooded into
his brain.  Justin, however, was clearly in no hurry to get started and,
for all Nathan knew, that part of their relationship might be beyond repair
- they might never do anything sexual together again.  In reality, Justin
simply wanted to make him wait.

	Later that evening, the topic of conversation finally turned to
sex.

	"So Nathan, how come you're not naked yet?" Justin asked as he
packed yet another bowl in the pipe.

	His roommate responded like he'd been electrocuted.  His mind,
foggy from the weed and seemingly disconnected from his tongue, stumbled
for an answer.

	"Um...I didn't think...I mean, I wasn't sure...you know...that you
still wanted to do that kind of stuff - you know...sex stuff."

	"I wouldn't say 'no' to a foot massage..."

	Nathan bolted from his bed and started stripping off his clothes,
his haste plainly indicating his pent up need.  Justin smiled lecherously
when his roommate's wet, throbbing bone escaped from his shorts and slapped
against his abdomen with an audible "smack", leaving a thread of precum
connecting the head of his cock to the area around his navel.  Once
completely naked, he reached for Justin's sneakers and pulled them off, not
even bothering to loosen the laces first.  The scent of hot foot funk
filled his nostrils and he brazenly moaned when his fingers dug into the
moist fabric of the socks.

	"Damn!  Nathan, you're really hot for it tonight!  How long has it
been since you jerked off?"

	"I haven't cum since we had our fight - it felt too weird with all
the tension in the room..."

	"Go on and take my socks off too, man.  Get your face down there
and start licking.  You can talk between licks, can't you?"  The socks were
off before he'd even finished speaking.

	"Yeah, I guess I can..." he replied as his tongue snaked along the
full length of Justin's size twelve insole, all the way from heel to big
toe.

	"Oh shit, I almost forgot - what'd you do with my socks?"

	"They're right here," answered Nathan, holding up the nasty, sweaty
pieces of off-white fabric as his tongue gave a second loving swipe along
the other foot.

	"Well, go ahead and put 'em away...you know where they belong..."

	Nathan reluctantly tore himself away from Justin's toes and headed
to his bed, shoving the smelly socks inside his pillowcase.  Justin laughed
out loud as his roommate returned to his position of servitude and inserted
a large, broad big toe into his mouth.

	Justin pulled it away and Nathan looked up in surprise.

	"Umm...you also forgot to open the curtain..."

	It looked for a second like he was going to object - Nathan still
hated being that close to the patio door while he was undressed.  Instead,
he stood up, grabbed the drape, and pulled it back.  This put him directly
in front of the sliding glass door while naked and sporting a throbbing wet
bone.  He backed away quickly when he saw people across the street.  He was
on the floor at Justin's feet again just seconds later.

	"You sure are some piece of work, Nathan.  You really like those
feet, don't you?"

	"Uh huh," came the muffled response in between slurps.

	"They really set your cock to twitching, don't they?"

	"Yeah, I fucking love 'em."  His fingers pushed deep into the flesh
of Justin's right arch as his tongue slipped between each toe in turn.

	"Missed 'em pretty bad this past week, didn't you?"

	"Oh yeah," he breathlessly replied while continuing the lusty
footbath.

	"Nice - fucking hot, nasty and nice.  You know, I haven't beat off
in a while either, dude.  Later tonight, if you want, I'll empty a huge
load down your cocksucker throat..."

	"Oh fuck!!!"  Nathan was getting incredibly turned on and was
swiftly approaching his first edge of the night.

	"You like that idea, I see.  I bet your balls are churning like
mine...I can't see 'em from here since you're down there like a bitch
cleaning my feet but I bet they're already pulled up on either side of your
shaft.  Is that true - your balls pulled up tight already?"

	"Yeah," he whispered between toe sucks.  "They've already pulled
up..." After another filthy slurp, he added, "I can't believe how on edge I
am."

	"How's it been for you going this long without cumming?"

	"Jesus, it's been awful - I'm totally aching for it - especially
since you threw out my thing."

	Justin was pleased Nathan admitted to missing his vibrator.

	"Oh man, I totally forgot about that," he lied, wiggling his toes
in Nathan's face.  "Fuck, I'm sorry - I can replace it for you if you
want."

	"That's OK, I'll live - but..."

	"But what?"

	"I do need to jerk off - and soon," Nathan said without looking up.

	"I bet you do..."

	"Please..." he begged.

	One of Justin's big toes disappeared again inside Nathan's mouth.
He felt his roommate's tongue swirling around the nail.

	"What are you asking for, Nathan?" Justin queried, flexing the toe
inside Nathan's mouth just to tease him.  His roommate released the toe
long enough to answer.

	"Can I jerk off?  Please..."

	"You know the rules, Nathan.  Thirty minutes of foot play first -
then we move on to other things.  You've got about fifteen more minutes,
dude."

	"Fuck!" Nathan complained.  Despite his frustration, he dutifully
went back to Justin's feet.

	"Don't go blowing your wad down there..."

	"It's gonna be really hard for me not to cum tonight."

	"It's all about control, dude - keep that shit under control..."

	Justin loved to watch Nathan like this - completely horned up and
following instructions like a pro.  He had successfully managed to get his
roommate to forego his own needs in favor of Justin's demands.  He began to
periodically pull his foot back and slap Nathan gently in the face with it.
When this didn't seem to faze him, he increased the force of the slaps -
Nathan took it without complaint.  Justin decided to move on to the next
stage of his plan.

	"You wanna watch some of the videos we made?  I've burned a few to
DVD."

	"How many do you have?" Nathan asked without removing his face from
Justin's soles.

	"We got ten two-hour disks..."

	That got Nathan's attention.  He raised his head from Justin's
feet, mouth slightly open in shock.

	"No fucking way - twenty hours of footage!!!  I didn't think we'd
recorded that much."

	"We did, little buddy, we did...and that's after editing it down.
You wanna see?"

	"Hell yeah!!!  I was starting to think you'd never show 'em to me."

	Justin pulled his feet away from Nathan and stood between the beds.

	"Take my clothes off and we can watch some..."

	Nathan undressed his roommate hastily, pulling the t-shirt over his
head and arms, catching a whiff of the strong scent from his unwashed
armpits in the process.  He couldn't help himself.  He stuck out his tongue
and ran it along the wiry hairs before Justin could lower his arms,
immediately regretting it.

	"You fucking nasty bitch!!!"

	Justin roughly pushed Nathan's mug into the dank pit and rubbed his
sweat over his roommate's face, verbally taunting him throughout for his
indiscretion.  Once he'd had enough, he let Nathan up for air.

	"Well, get on with it - I need to be naked for this..."

	Nathan unfastened his domineering roommate's jeans and dropped them
to the floor.  Justin's hard, uncut cock stood proudly from his sweaty
pubes and Nathan stared at it as he crouched to finish removing the pants.
The smell from his crotch was overpowering.  Justin flexed his cock for
moment, causing it to bob up and down inches from Nathan's face.

	"You want to suck it again, don't you?"

	"Yeah, I really do..."

	The wet prick slapped him several times sharply across the cheeks,
leaving a trail of slippery precum everywhere the swollen, angry head made
contact.  Once again, Nathan accepted this humbling activity with no
objections.  Everything was going as planned.

	Justin directed Nathan to get on his bed and promptly joined him.
Using the remote, he started the first movie.

	"You think you can last the next two hours?" asked Justin.

	"Oh shit, Justin!  I kinda doubt it..."

	"But you'll try for me, won't you?"

	"I'll try..."

	"We can do it - we got control - we'll edge during this one and
decide what to do next when we put the second movie in.  How's that sound?"

	"It sounds fucking hot, Justin - let's get started already..."

	For the next two hours, they repeatedly worked themselves close to
orgasm and backed off again.  The joint masturbation session was hot for
each, especially considering the recent tension between them.  Nathan got
close to cumming at least once every ten minutes and was spending far more
time with his hands simply at his sides than manipulating his cock.
Justin, meanwhile, took a more leisurely pace and settled for about half as
many hard edges.  A couple of times, they synchronized their stroking so
they were sitting on the verge of orgasm simultaneously, holding their hard
dicks motionless, encouraging each other to not give in to their demanding
pricks and the involuntary muscle contractions in their groins, talking
each other back down only to work themselves up again.

	Toward the end of the first movie, Justin had an "accident",
releasing a small volume of semen during a particularly close call.  In
truth, he did it on purpose but pretended he had just lost focus.  The
reason was twofold - first, he wanted his cock to be fully lubed when the
next movie started and second, he wanted to take some of the pressure off
so that when he fucked Nathan later tonight, he wouldn't blow in the first
few minutes.  Nathan enjoyed teasing his roommate for losing part of his
load, joking that he expected better from Justin, who was without a doubt
the better edger.

	Finally, the movie ended and Justin swapped out the disks,
inserting volume two.  He discretely switched on his video camera and
tilted it towards the bed but left it on the desk - he didn't want it to be
a distraction but sure as hell wasn't going to miss what he hoped would be
his roommate's virgin fuck.

	"So what do you want to do now?" he asked Nathan, who was still
absent-mindedly fingering his drippy cock.

	"I don't know, really - I wish you hadn't thrown out that thing..."

	"Shit, I know - you sure did love to fuck yourself with it.  I bet
that would be totally hot for you tonight - it would work you up to big
spew.  Can't you just use your fingers?"

	"It's not the same..."

	"That's a shame.  I'd love to film you there, finger up your hole,
trying not to cum, even though we both know you wouldn't be able to hold
it.  It's a pity we don't have anything else to use..."

	He paused for dramatic effect before continuing.

	"Well, what do you want to do?"

	Nathan silently stared at his roommate's cock, wet from the tip to
his pubes, the semen from his earlier partial orgasm actually foaming
slightly around the tight foreskin.  The wheels were obviously spinning in
his mind.  Justin fought the urge to smile - he knew exactly what Nathan
was thinking.  Nathan just couldn't bring himself to suggest it yet.
Justin had been planning for this since last fall and he wasn't going to
change the overall objective this close to the goal line.  Nathan needed to
ask for it without prompting - it needed to seem like his idea.  Justin
started the second movie and rejoined his roommate on the bed.

	"Get up here and straddle me," he said, playfully patting his lap.

	"Facing you?" he asked with a puzzled look.

	"Yeah, facing me..."

	"But then I won't be able to see the movie..."

	Justin laughed.

	"I really don't think you'll care, little buddy, but OK..."

	Justin pivoted and propped his feet on Nathan's pillow, his head
now at the foot of the bed.  He thought to himself, "This is better
anyway...the camera can get shots of his cock from this position."

	"There, now you can see the television...satisfied?"

	Nathan straddled Justin's crotch, his eyes focused on the lewd
video of them playing from the disc.  His hands moved to his prick and he
milked out a heavy stream of precum that dripped onto Justin's belly.

	"No hands, dude...put 'em behind your head.  Let me get a good look
at you..."

	Nathan assumed the position without complaint, his eyes never
leaving the television screen.

	"Hell yeah, Nathan.  You look like you're about to explode."

	"Fuck, I am.  I really need to cum."

	"Don't you dare!  Don't you fucking nut!!"

	Justin knew Nathan's body response mechanisms well and was aware
that although Nathan wanted to cum, he wasn't precariously on edge yet.  He
shifted his hips slightly and his cock flopped up, catching in Nathan's ass
crack on the way back down - perfect.

	Nathan began to breathe heavier and stifled a moan, closing his
eyes as his cock pounded unattended from his hairless crotch.  Justin
laughed out loud.

	"I fucking love to watch you try not to cum, dude.  Watch the
movie..."

	For nearly an hour they remained locked in that position.  Nathan
was trembling on edge, his fingers interlaced behind his head, allowed only
brief periods of respite to stretch out the growing soreness in his arms.
Justin's hard and leaking cock remained trapped between his ass cheeks.
Small, periodic movements from both of them were causing Justin's dick to
slide farther down, slipping between the cheeks until the pulsing, wet,
uncut head was lodged at the entrance to Nathan's cunt.  Justin felt the
ass lips tighten at the sensation but Nathan didn't try to move away.
Instead, a new stream of lube flowed from his cock to join with the juices
already coating his roommate's stomach.  Justin froze in place - he didn't
want to be responsible for breaching Nathan's pussy.  Nathan needed to do
that himself.

	He didn't have to wait long.

	Nathan started to quiver and breathlessly whispered...

	"Just do it..."

	Justin pretended he hadn't heard anything.

	"Just do it..." he repeated, this time a bit louder.

	"Huh, just do what?" Justin asked, feigning ignorance.  He felt
Nathan's asshole spasm and noticed sweat running off his brow.  He was
ready.

	"Put it in me..." he groaned.

	"You want me to fuck you?" Justin responded, acting shocked.

	"No, not really, I was just..." He didn't know how to finish that
sentence.  "Maybe you could just put a little of it inside me..."

	It had taken months to get here but the time had finally come.

	"Look at me, Nathan..."

	Nathan lowered his gaze until he was staring into Justin's eyes.
His sweating had grown profuse; droplets of perspiration fell onto his
roommate's chest as he looked down.  Justin could see the desperation in
his face.

	"I'm not gonna put it in you, Nathan.  But if you need it that bad
- if you just have to have it, I won't stop you..."

	Nathan was breathing raggedly through the mouth and swallowed hard
before he started to drool...

	"What, what...what do you mean?"

	"I mean it's up to you - but if you really need something in your
ass to make you cum it's the most obvious choice..."

	"So what should I do?"

	"I can't answer that for you, Nathan.  I'm just saying that if you
want to, I'll let you."

	"Oh god - FUCK!!!" he moaned, his cunt clenching and unclenching
rhythmically.  He closed his eyes and tried to push back against the hard
prick.  Justin angled his hips slightly to prevent the head from popping in
just yet, teasing and toying with his horned up roommate.

	"Nathan, look at me..."

	When he opened his eyes, the hunger in them was plainly evident.

	"This is gonna be a pretty huge deal, Nathan.  I think you need to
be sure.  If you decide to do this, we'll both know for the rest of our
lives that my cock was IN...YOUR...ASS.  Our relationship will never be the
same - things will be different from here on out and you know it.  You
better be damn certain you want it - no doubts at all.  Do you still want
my cock in your ass, buddy?"

	Nathan knew he did.  He nodded his response.

	"Say it, dude..."

	"Fuck, don't make me say it, Justin!" he groaned in desperation.

	"I'm not gonna make you - but if you want it, you won't mind asking
for it.  Now, let's try again.  Do you want my cock in your ass?"

	The silence was brief.

	"Yes, I want it...

	"You want what, you little whore?"

	"I want your cock in my ass..."

	"Say it again...convince me..."

	"I want your cock in my ass..."

	"I don't believe you - not good enough, dammit!  Not good enough!"

	"Please, oh god, Justin, please put it in me.  I need your cock in
my ass!"  He was choking back tears - the admission was genuine.

	"That's more like it, slut - see how easy that was.  Show me what
you want to do...keep your eyes open.  I want to see it in your eyes when
you turn yourself into a pussy."

	Nathan pushed back and this time Justin held firm.  The head popped
in and Justin thought the boy would cum right then and there.  His eyes
remained firmly latched on his roommate.  Justin could not contain his
satisfaction.

	"That's it, you cunt - your cherry is now officially popped - and
you did it all yourself.  You should go slow - my cock is a lot bigger than
that toy..."

	Nathan nodded in agreement and eased himself lower.  The head was
completely encased in his ass and his own untouched dick spasmed
reflexively.

	"FUUUCCCKKKKK..." he slowly moaned as if the vocalization was being
dragged out of him.

	"Does it feel good, little buddy?"

	"Uh huh, really good..."

	He sank another inch, grimacing as his ass stretched to accommodate
the widening girth.  Justin relaxed and allowed Nathan to proceed at his
own pace, offering occasional encouragement.

	"Your ass is on fire, bitch.  You look so hot and slutty, fucking
yourself on my big dick.  Take your time and keep breathing...work in a
little more."

	Nathan continued his slow slide down the slippery rod lodged in his
butt, moaning periodically as he sank deeper.  When the head touched his
prostate, he groaned in abandonment and dropped down balls-deep.  He
completed his conversion to cock slut when he rose several inches and
forced himself back down - hard.

	"You OK?" Justin asked.

	"FUCCKKKK!!!! This feels so fucking HOT!!!!"  He rose again and
dropped back down.  Justin remained motionless, contributing zero energy to
the fuck, as he watched Nathan spear himself.

	"Keep doing it then - we can't help what we like, Nathan.  You
apparently like getting dicked up the ass.  I can't really say I'm
surprised - go for it.  Ride me hard, buddy."

	Eventually, Nathan's ass relaxed enough to slide along the entire
length of his roommate's cock, from base to tip and back again, with a
fairly quick rhythm.  It was difficult to keep his balance with his hands
behind his head but somehow he managed.  His painfully erect dick was out
of control, flopping around obscenely and spewing precum everywhere.  He
was about to blow and both guys knew it.  Justin encouraged him to slow
down, setting mini-goals for him to achieve.  First, it was five more
minutes.  "I promise, then I'll let you cum," he'd say.  Then it was ten
more minutes.  Agonizingly on edge, he couldn't take any more.  Justin
almost knew before Nathan...

	"Keep your hands behind your head, you filthy slut..." Justin
teased.  "Is my big cock about to make you cum?"

	"Yeah, I'm gonna blow any second..."

	"You don't have permission yet.  Why are you gonna cum?"

	"YOUR...DICK...IS...INSIDE...ME..." he answered slowly, completing
a full up and down stroke to punctuate each word, trying to resist the fast
approaching orgasm.

	His treacherous penis was trembling out of control - ejaculation
became inevitable.  Neither roommate could stop it.

	"My fucking big dick is in your CUNT!!!"  At the word "cunt",
Justin thrust upwards harshly just to finish him off.  Cum sprayed like a
fountain.

	Nathan's orgasms were always impressive but this one was unreal.
Instead of a violent initial spurt, the flow began like a stream of piss,
slowly at first, clearing increasingly more distance until it looked like
he was urinating jizz on Justin's neck.  Then the explosions started.  He
shot all over the walls, the bed, and of course, Justin, who felt every
blast as his roommate's ass clamped down on him tightly.  Nathan felt as
though he was shooting out every drop of moisture left in his sweaty body.
He was still shaking several moments after the last dregs of semen had been
extracted from his dick, which remained stubbornly erect.  Leaning forward,
he lapped up a nasty curd of cock juice that had splattered over Justin's
left nipple.  Then, with shaky legs, he tried to lift himself from the pole
impaling him.  Justin grabbed his waist, however, and prevented him from
climbing off.

	"You broke a rule, Nathan..."

	"Huh?" he breathlessly responded.

	"You shot before I did - and without permission.  You know I'm
supposed to unload first."

	"I'm sorry, Justin - I couldn't help it."

	"I know you couldn't, little buddy.  Sluts love big cock.  I'm not
mad, but you did break a rule..."

	Nathan was exasperated and he looked dazed and confused.

	"What do you want me to do?"

	"Keep riding me until I shoot..."

	"I don't think I have enough energy..."

	"Your energy pills are on the nightstand.  Reach back and get
one...but don't get off my dick."

	Nathan twisted slightly and grabbed the bottle.  He took one, still
not realizing what they were.  His ass continued to twitch even as he
swallowed.

	"You want one?" he asked, offering the bottle to Justin and taking
the opportunity to catch his breath.

	"I don't need it, little buddy - don't need it", he spoke
truthfully.  "Ride me, you slut, ride me hard and don't stop until you make
me cum..."

	The exhausted roommate went back to work, slowly at first, but soon
with as much enthusiasm as the first time - especially after his pill took
effect.  It took forever, just over two hours, but finally Nathan was able
to make Justin cum.  Before he did, however, Justin was able to force out
three more orgasms from Nathan, all hands-free, as his wicked, wet boner
throbbed continuously from his shaven crotch.  When Nathan felt his
roommate's dick finally explode, injecting wave after wave of warm, gooey
fluid inside, he simultaneously shot a fifth time.  There wasn't much juice
but the contractions felt just as good.

	Nathan rolled off his perch, aching everywhere, and collapsed
sweaty and spent on his bed, too tired to clean up despite the leakage
oozing from his worn ass.  Justin stayed put, breathing heavily himself.
In a rare moment of tenderness, he put his arm around his exhausted buddy,
who was already nearing slumber.

	"Get some sleep, you dirty whore," he whispered in Nathan's ear.
"You're gonna need the rest..."

Scene eight - On the balcony

	Justin had been right about one thing - the relationship did
change.  He became progressively more demanding towards Nathan.  This never
crossed over to abuse and he was never overtly cruel, but he was definitely
more aggressive and left no doubt as to who was in control.

	Getting fucked had been successfully added to Nathan's growing list
of skills and for the next few weeks Justin took great pleasure in
convincing his roommate that he really did NEED it.  They didn't fuck every
day - not even every time they were sexual - but they did it often enough
for Nathan to realize he enjoyed it.  As was the case previously, once
Nathan admitted he liked something, it lost its novelty and Justin found
himself bored and restless.  He loved the attention - the foot massages,
blowjobs, and fucking sessions were awesome.  But what he really loved,
what got him really hot, was pushing Nathan's limits, getting him to try
things he wasn't quite sure about, things that added an element of
humiliation to keep him off balance.  As the weeks went by, Justin
developed several ideas that might do just that.

	It was an unusually warm, late-April Friday night when Justin
decided to spice things up.

	A friend of his, Sara, had unexpectedly asked him out earlier that
week and he'd made plans to meet her later that evening.  He was at his
computer finishing some homework when he noticed Nathan move to the balcony
door and open the drape.  He then undressed and moved toward Justin,
kneeling on the floor at his feet.  Justin was beaming inside, as he always
did when Nathan became submissive.  When his roommate started to unlace his
shoes, he interrupted.

	"Don't take my shoes off, man - I'm going out tonight."

	Nathan paused before retying the sneaker.

	"We're going out?"

	"No - I'm going out.  I've got a date."  Justin said flatly, still
working at the computer.

	"A date?"

	"What are you, a mynah bird?  Yes, I've got a date - you've met
her, Sara, from sociology class.  You got a problem with that?"

	"No, no - of course not.  I'm just surprised is all..."

	"I know it's been a while but when she asked me I realized that
it's been a while since I've had 'real' pussy and I thought it might be
nice for a change.  You understand, don't you?"

	Justin paused and glanced down at Nathan from his computer to gauge
his response.  The poor guy seemed heartbroken.

	"Yeah...yeah, sure, I guess..."

	Nathan stood up, still naked, but no longer erect - a condition not
often seen in this apartment.  Justin stood as well and slapped his buddy
on the back.

	"Don't worry, dude.  I didn't want you to be bored on a Friday
night so I bought you something!"

	He went to his dresser, opened the top drawer, pulled out a
package, and handed it to Nathan, who quickly opened the box.

	It was a dildo, nothing fancy this time - no vibrating bullets or
the like, just a simple flesh-toned latex dildo with realistic balls and a
suction cup base.  Justin thought he detected a blush from Nathan, the
first he'd seen in a number of weeks.

	"It's almost the same size as me..." Justin explained.  "I thought
you might be able to use it on nights when you really want something in
your ass and I'm either too busy or not in the mood - you know, like
tonight..."

	"Thanks - I guess," replied Nathan, turning the latex cock over in
his hand to more closely examine it.

	"So, you gonna use it tonight while I'm gone?"

	Nathan hesitated...

	"Um, probably not.  Thanks again - and I will use it eventually -
but I think tonight, since you won't be here, I'll get dressed and go down
to the bar for while..."

	"Oh, come on - now you're making me feel guilty.  Just because I'm
not here doesn't mean you can't have some fun alone."

	"Well, then maybe when I get back..."

	Justin pretended to be irritated.

	"Don't try this passive-aggressive shit with me, Nathan.  Two
minutes ago you were hard and kneeling at my feet ready to get started.
You're just trying to make me feel bad for having a date."

	"That's not true!"

	"Then use your toy..."

	"I'm not in the mood anymore..."

	Justin grabbed the dildo from Nathan and shook it in his face.

	"This," he said, still wagging the dildo, "will PUT you in the
mood...I guarantee it!"

	He pushed the cushioned desk chair away and retrieved a plain
wooden chair from the corner, positioning it in front of the computer.
Using the dildo's suction cup, he secured it firmly to the seat.  After
tossing a bottle of lube to his roommate, he powered up the video camera.

	"Sit..." he said plainly.

	"No!"

	Justin sighed in imaginary frustration.  In reality, he loved it
when Nathan objected - this was the stuff that really turned him.

	"Nathan," he said slowly.  "There are plenty of things I could do
to get you to sit on that dildo.  But I'm not gonna do any of them.  You
will sit for no other reason than because I want you to sit - and deep down
you know that you want to."

	Nathan refused to speak and didn't look at the camera...

	"OK, how about this?  You said that you're not in the mood and from
looking at your cock that might be true.  If you're not hard by the time
you sink all the way down, then you can climb off and do whatever you want
tonight - what do you say?"

	The camera recorded the rush of blood to the capillaries in
Nathan's face, causing him to flush beet red.

	"All right, all right..." responded Nathan, who resigned himself to
the fact that Justin wasn't going to give up.

	He lubed the latex toy attached to the heavy chair and turned to
face the camera as he prepared to impale himself.  His cock sprang to life
as soon as the head popped in.

	"See dude, I told you..." interjected Justin with enormous
satisfaction.

	"Uhh," Nathan grunted as the first couple of inches slid into him.

	"Nice, isn't it?" asked Justin.

	"Yeah, I guess it is kinda nice..."

	"Take it all, boy - take it all."

	Nathan sank all the way down the shaft and the fake balls pushed
against his skin.  His own dick was massively hard and the dildo had coaxed
out the first drop of precum for the evening.  He trembled around the pole
in his ass.

	"Oh shit!  Fuck!!!!"

	"I told you, man - I knew you'd love that shit.  Your cock is ready
for party time.  Now you'll have something to do while I'm gone."

	Justin continued to film as his roommate rose up a few inches and
slid down again, throwing his head back in pleasure and moaning as he did.

	The bossy roommate then provided further instructions...

	"OK, I have an assignment for you.  You've been cumming WAY too
much lately.  I haven't mentioned it because you're still new at this - but
just because I haven't said anything doesn't mean I haven't noticed.  You
need to learn that when you're getting fucked you cannot cum before I do.
The first time we fucked, you shot four times before I did - four fucking
times!  That's unacceptable - you've just got to learn some control.  So I
came up with this training exercise you'll complete while I'm gone.  If you
fail, the penalty will be no sex for a week - no sex with me and no
masturbating.  Do you understand the penalty?"

	"Yeah," Nathan answered breathlessly, involuntarily grinding down
on the dildo.  "What's the exercise?"

	Justin left the camera running but sat it on the desk near Nathan.

	"It's simple, really.  You stay on that chair with the dildo in
your ass until I get back - and don't cum.  The camera will be running, so
I'll know if you cheat or if you shoot."

	"Jesus!" Nathan cried in frustration.  "How long will you be gone?"

	"Who the hell knows?  And it doesn't matter."

	"Oh FUCK!!!" complained Nathan, the need to orgasm already rising
within him, his initial strings of pre-fuck leaking to his balls.

	"Oh, and one more thing..."

	Justin moved to the computer and opened a new word processing
document.

	"You need to write a paper for me while I'm gone..."

	"WHAT!!!  I'm not going to do your homework!"

	"It's not my homework, stupid.  You're going to write an essay on
why it is important not to cum before me when we fuck.  Getting the words
out will help you understand why you shouldn't do it."

	"Goddamnit, Justin - that's horrible.  I can't do that!"

	"Sure you can.  True - it'll make you even more horny but it might
also serve as just enough of a distraction to keep you from shooting."

	"Oh shit, Justin - why are you doing this?"

	"Cause you need to learn, Nathan - you need to learn.  So, to
repeat, when I get back and look at the video I want to see uninterrupted
footage of you on that dildo, typing constantly, and without shooting.
Simple enough..." For added incentive, or maybe just to mind-fuck with
Nathan, he rummaged around for a pair of dirty socks and placed them on the
desk.  He then opened the door and stood in front of it longer than was
necessary just to further unnerve his roommate.  "You got it?" he asked
matter-of-factly.

	"Yes..." Nathan moaned as his fingers moved to the keyboard.

	"Good...have fun!"

	The door closed loudly and Nathan waited to hear the sound of the
deadbolt locking - it never came.  He couldn't get up to latch it himself
without getting off the dildo.  His nervous tension increased tenfold at
the knowledge that anyone could walk in.  Grunting on the latex rod, he got
to work...

	Initially, Nathan's fingers just pretended to type, resulting in
nonsense words and phrases on the screen.  He wouldn't have typed at all if
the camera hadn't been pointed at him.  He slowly rose and fell on the
dildo, unable to stop once he got started.  Humiliated beyond belief, and
in spite of the camera, he used one hand to lift a dirty sock to his
nostrils and deeply inhaled the fading foot funk from it.  Still typing
with one hand, he allowed the dirty toe of the sock graze the tip of his
cockhead.  Seconds later he realized he was about to cum.  He fought it
hard, very hard, and in the end was able to just barely stave off orgasm,
though his dick was leaking profusely by this point, slinging slimy goo
everywhere.  Writing the essay might indeed help him not cum.  While
continuing to rock gently on the toy, he began to organize his thoughts...

	First, he deleted all the gibberish he typed earlier.  Then he
started a list of reasons why Justin should be allowed to cum first.  He
didn't believe all of them but wanted to have something written.
Eventually, he came up with ten reasons.  Looking up at the clock, he
noticed that Justin had only been gone for one hour - it would be at least
a couple more before he returned.  By now, Nathan was hanging desperately
on the cusp of shooting, moving up and down only occasionally when he felt
in control enough not to spew.  He decided to go back to the list and fill
in some detail under each of his ten reasons - to provide a sort of
rationale for why each one was true.

	Justin's wicked game resulted in a tortuous, extended self-edging
session for Nathan.  Both the stimulation in his ass and the erotic
writings were making him impossibly hot but the concentration required to
type and compose coherent sentences was preventing him from going over the
top.  His cock ached, his fingers ached, his hole ached, and his back ached
- but he was determined not to stop until Justin got home.  In fact, the
longer he went, the more determined he was to not fail - the more extreme
the penalty of a week with no sex seemed.  The activity had not been
designed, however, just to humiliate Nathan - though that was a pleasant
side effect.  Justin knew the power of making Nathan come up with his own
reasons why he deserved to cum first during sex.  It was a form of
conditioning that would get into Nathan's head, firmly establishing the
notion that Justin's needs should come first - literally...

	Once Nathan ran out of things to type, he simply proofread what
he'd written, even going so far as to speak to the camera, "I'm still
working on the paper, Justin, even though I'm not typing - I'm just
checking it, OK?"  He made changes periodically, deleting or re-wording
sentences that didn't make sense and adding detail to sections that seemed
to be supported by weak logic.  Despite his intense sexual edge, the
required focus on the paper gave him the space not to shoot his pent up
load.

	Justin was gone for over three hours and it was almost midnight by
the time he returned.  Nathan was a sweaty, horny mess.

	"Did you cum?" Justin immediately asked.

	"No - I held it back," he grunted.  "I really need to though.  Can
I?"

	"Not yet - but don't worry, I'll let you shoot tonight, just later,
OK?  I need to look over your paper.  Get up and let me print it.  You
probably have to piss anyway..."

	Nathan pried himself off the dildo and moved out of the way,
stretching his legs as he walked to the bathroom.  He heard the printer
start as he angled his hard cock downward and tried to get the stream
started.  It took several minutes but finally he managed to get his bladder
moving.  When he emerged into the main room again, he noticed Justin out on
the balcony, smoking a cigarette, reclining in one of the loungers and
reading the printout of the essay.  He motioned for Nathan to join him.

	"Come on out, dude - let's spend some time together."

	Nathan moved closer but stayed clear of the open patio door.

	"I don't really want to come out there naked..." he objected.

	"Oh OK, well, wrap a towel around your waist.  Nobody's gonna see
you..."

	Nathan returned to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and after
securing it around his midsection, joined Justin on the balcony.  He took a
seat on the second lounge chair.

	"How was your date?" he asked.

	Justin leaned forward and held his hand out, fingers under Nathan's
nose.  "Smell that?"

	Nathan made a face, both at the smell and the unusual crassness of
his roommate.  Justin laughed at the response and reclined again, this time
propping his feet, which were still in sneakers, on Nathan's chair.

	"Actually, it was a complete waste of time.  We talked for a while,
made out, she let me in her pants but wouldn't go near mine.  My cock
hasn't been out all night.  She could learn a thing or two from you, little
buddy..."

	Nathan forced a painful grin at the unflattering comparison.
Justin lit another cigarette and relaxed, enjoying the warm spring
night...and waited.

	It didn't take long.  Within two minutes Nathan was running his
fingers along the smelly sneakers and when Justin didn't react, he slowly
pulled on the laces.  Loosening the shoestrings, he slipped the rancid
shoes off Justin's steamy feet.  The scent filled his nostrils and his cock
stirred to life again under the towel.  Justin groaned as his roommate
pushed his strong fingers into the warm, socked flesh.  Unable to control
himself, Nathan soon had the socks off both feet and was inching one of the
big toes toward his open mouth.  He moaned as he watched the tuft of dark,
wiry hairs approach his lips.  Justin pulled the stinky foot away.

	"Hey, aren't you supposed to be naked when you do that?"

	"Justin, we're outside - I can't get naked out here..."

	"So hang the towel over the rail in front of you.  You're sitting
down and it's after midnight, not to mention that we're on the fifth floor
- nobody's gonna see..."

	"Ummm - I don't know..."

	"Suit yourself...but if you want 'em you'll do it."  He wriggled
his left foot temptingly in front of Nathan's face.

	Taking a deep breath to steel his nerves, Nathan unfastened the
towel, lifted his ass slightly to slide it from underneath, and hung it
from the railing like a shield.  Though he felt completely exposed like
this, he realized it was unlikely that anyone would see.  He straightaway
went for Justin's foot and lapped at the dirty toes.  Justin shook his head
before taking another drag off his cigarette.  He was unmistakably amused.

	"You're something else, Nathan...getting off over feet, dude,
that's fucking messed up..."

	The highly sensual foot massage continued for more than a half hour
as Nathan's cock leaked unstoppably and Justin waited to make his next
move.  Finally, it was time...

	Justin wrenched his feet from Nathan's mouth and stood, glaring
down almost contemptuously.  He slid the towel so that it was between the
chairs and no longer hid Nathan from view.

	"Stand up, Nathan - time for the main course..."

	Nathan stood quickly, more out of a desire to stay behind the towel
than to obey Justin's instructions, but the effect was the same.  Justin
grabbed him roughly and spun him around, facing out into the street.
Nathan heard the sound of a zipper being lowered.  Seconds later, Justin's
dick bottomed out in his cunt, breaching him easily.  Nathan hadn't even
seen the cock that was now poking his insides.

	The dominating roommate eased out until only the uncut head
remained inside.  Nathan responded by grabbing the railing and pushing back
against the invading prick to fill himself again.  Justin set up a
leisurely, inconsistent pace both to avoid cumming too soon and to give
Nathan time to adjust.

	"So, did you learn anything tonight?" Justin asked.

	It was difficult for Nathan to answer as each inward thrust caused
him to grunt "uh" against his will.

	"Uh, what...uh, what do you, uh, mean?"

	"About why you shouldn't cum before me when we fuck..."

	"Oh god, uh, yeah...I wrote all night, uh, just like you said..."

	"But did you learn anything?"

	"Shit, I came up with, fuck, I came up with ten reasons, uh, why
you should get to shoot first.  God, this feels good..."

	"I know it does, little buddy.  Do you believe what you wrote?"

	"Yes, oh god, fuck it!  Uh - Yes!!"

	A handful of papers were thrust into Nathan's face.

	"Read it to me..."

	"What?" Nathan asked, not believing what he'd just heard.

	"Here...take 'em and read it to me..." Justin repeated.

	Nathan lifted his hands from the rail and took the printout, not
sure what to do.  The dim light made the words difficult to see.

	"It's too dark - I can't, uh, I can't see to read out here," he
complained, instantly wishing he hadn't.

	Justin paused and twisted his strong upper body, flipping a switch.
The balcony was flooded with light, illuminating not only the words, but
the roommates as well.

	"Good idea, Nathan - now you can read and I can see what I'm
fucking.  Get started - and you better not cum..."

	Humiliated and broken, Nathan began to read...

	"Reason number one - control.  I should be able to control my body
better than I do now.  A man should have complete - oh god - complete
control over his body, including the ability to hold back his cum until he
is ready to shoot - nobody should be able to push him over the edge until
he wants it to happen.  To do otherwise, fuck this feels good, to do
otherwise is a sign of weakness..."

	He was on the brink of orgasm long before he finished reading the
section under reason one, his cock vibrating with pent up need and leaking
profusely as it occasionally swiped the terrycloth towel separating him
from complete exposure.  He looked down before starting on reason two and
saw Justin's size twelve bare feet sticking out from his jeans, the bottom
seams of which were starting to fray.  His dick twitched violently.

	"Reason number two - trust.  I trust Justin and should, uh, should
be willing to do anything he wants that will not hurt me.  He was right
about making sex last, uh - it's worth making last a while - and he is
probably..."

	"Probably?" Justin interrupted, shoving his hips forward harshly,
almost like a punishment, his cock deep inside Nathan, eliciting another
moan.

	"I mean, he IS - he IS, he IS right that I should wait for him to
finish first..."

	Justin continued the lazy fuck as Nathan read his essay.  By the
time they reached number five, Nathan was going out of his mind with the
need to orgasm.  His cunt was clenching at Justin's cock repeatedly and the
spasms were entirely beyond his control.  His dick flailed around
helplessly each time the head moved past his prostate.  He smelled smoke as
he read number six and realized Justin had lit another cigarette, casually
listening to the recitation as he smoked, his cock teasing his humiliated
roommate to the brink and back repeatedly.  Finally, he reached the end...

	"Reason number ten - Justin is in charge."

	Justin liked the sound of this one.  Nathan went on...

	"It is clear, and has been clear for some time, that Justin is the
man in charge in this apartment.  We do what he wants - when he wants.  If
he wants to fuck, we fuck.  If he doesn't, we don't.  At first, this was
all very irritating.  But then, oh shit, Justin, I'm so close..."

	"Don't cum, bitch...finish reading..."

	"At first, this was all very irritating, but then I found that I
kind of like him being in charge.  It's nice knowing someone who is so
self-assured.  Every minute of the day, he knows exactly what he wants and
he's not afraid to let you know...FUCK!!!  Oh god, Justin you need to stop
or I'm gonna shoot...I just can't hold it much longer..."

	"You will hold it - just a couple more sentences to go..."

	"He gets what he wants and I admire that about him.  Everything
he's told me to do, I've enjoyed - so in a way I don't mind following his
instructions because his rules end up making me feel so good too - at least
eventually.  I don't mind letting him control me..."

	Justin tore the essay from Nathan's hands, which promptly grabbed
the railing for support.  He tossed the papers aside and pulled his
roommate up slightly, whispering in his ear...

	"Do you want me to cum, whore, so you can blast your fucking nut
all over the goddamn street?"

	"Oh FUCK!!!  Please, Justin, please cum.  I can't last much
longer..."

	Justin's hips went into over-drive and he found that Nathan's essay
had excited him more than he realized.

	"Hands behind your head, Nathan..."

	As Nathan released the railing and the towel, Justin quickly
reached around and tossed the precum soaked cloth over the side.  Nathan
watched it float away and was pushed hard against the rail, forcing his own
sloppy dick through the bars.  Justin began to empty his nuts with a loud
yell that pierced the spring night.

	"I'm cumming, slut!!!  Go ahead, you've earned it - shoot your
fucking nasty cum, bitch.  Shoot it, NOW!!!"

	Nathan, illuminated from the balcony light, shuddered as his orgasm
overtook him despite this new indignity.  His cock exploded, raining cum
down five stories of apartment building.  He actually heard the first shot
splat when it hit the sidewalk.  "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK..." he yelled with his
roommate as each blast seemed to be pulled out him, completely hands free
as usual, but this time exposed for anyone to see.

	Justin backed his dick out of Nathan's well-seeded hole and
returned it to his jeans before his roommate turned around.  He wiped his
brow and gave Nathan a deep, hard looking over.  He was a wreck - spooge
dripping from his still hard cock and Justin's juices running down his
inner thigh.  He patted him on the back...

	"Thanks, buddy - I needed that..."

	"So did I..." he muttered in response, clearly out of breath from
his gut wrenching orgasm.

	"I know, Nathan, I know..."

	They exited the balcony together and watched a few minutes of
television before falling asleep.  After the lights went out, Justin's mind
was whirring with ideas.

	"How am I gonna top that?" he was thinking as he drifted to sleep.

Scene nine - A Friendly Favor

	Summer finally arrived and classes ended.  Both guys found
temporary work to earn a little cash during the break - Justin stocking
groceries in a local supermarket and Nathan as a salesperson at an
electronics store.  Of course, they continued their encounters over the hot
months, including repeated sessions on the balcony, more often than not
recording them for future viewing.

	One night in late July, the temperature outside still in the
nineties even as the sun was setting, Nathan knelt at the foot of the bed
obediently licking Justin's feet as he watched footage from one of their
outdoor sessions.

	"These videos are getting lame..." said Justin.

	"What do you mean?  I thought you liked making them..."

	"I do, I do.  Well, I did at first anyway.  It's just that there's
only so much I can do with a tripod or holding the camera myself..."

	"Oh..." Nathan replied absently, more focused on Justin's toes than
his critique of the video.

	Justin waited a few minutes before continuing.

	"I mean, look Nathan, pull your head up for a second and look at
this..."

	His horny roommate lifted his face from Justin's soles long enough
to look at the television playback.  They were on the patio and the camera
had been positioned on the tripod.

	"This is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about.  See, the
picture is all static...no moving around or anything.  I can't even zoom
remotely with the stupid thing.  It's sort of boring to watch like that..."

	Nathan didn't think it was boring at all.  He vividly remembered
the night they had recorded this footage.  His total edging time that
evening had been over four hours and he'd blown a substantial load through
the bars of the railing.  The muscles in his groin contracted spontaneously
at the memory and he winced as he fought the urge to cum.  The video cut to
a portion where Justin had picked up the camera and was holding it himself.
You could see his cock plowing into Nathan's ass from behind, zooming
occasionally as he repeatedly raped the hole.

	"...and look here...even when I hold the camera and can operate the
controls myself, my arm is only so long.  I can't get much variety in the
shots."

	"Maybe we should use the tripod and just change positions more
often..." Nathan suggested.

	"Yeah, maybe..." Justin muttered, not sounding convinced.  "We need
to think of something to make these movies better - some way to do it
properly.  You can go back to my feet now..."

	Nathan returned to the hot feet in front of him and licked the
smelly summer sweat from between each toe.  Justin gave Nathan some
additional time to work himself up.

	"Oh, and I'm gonna let you ride me tonight, so you'd better reach
around and play with your pussy to loosen it up..."

	Although Nathan disliked it when Justin referred to his ass as a
"pussy" or "cunt", he endured the labels in order to keep his roommate
happy and the sexual encounters coming.  Prior experience had taught him
that Justin was right about this - it would be more comfortable if he
prepared himself for it.  His free hand reached around and began to finger
the rim of his hole.

	Justin gave his cock a few absent-minded tugs while he continued to
scrutinize their video.  Nathan moved toward his crotch, naturally assuming
it was time to move from foot worship to cock worship.  Justin pushed his
head away...

	"I didn't tell you to move...stay down there - I'm trying to think,
goddamnit!"

	Nathan wondered why Justin was behaving so out of sorts this
evening but tried to put it out of his mind and lapped away between
Justin's toes with his tongue.  The good thing about Justin's grocery store
job was he still got to wear the same ratty, smelly sneakers he wore year
round.  Today, he hadn't worn socks to work and the odor coming off his
feet was incredibly powerful.

	Justin applied some lube to his cock and stroked for about fifteen
minutes before informing Nathan it was time to climb on.  As always, the
sensation of a hard, throbbing dick in his ass forced Nathan to the edge
immediately.  He raised his hands and latched them behind his head, a habit
he'd gotten into over the past few months.  It seemed as good a place as
any to keep his hands, especially since he wasn't allowed to touch himself.

	Though Justin's erection remained solid, it irritated Nathan that
he didn't seem to be into it tonight.  Instead, he kept looking past his
mounted roommate to the television screen beyond, making occasional
comments on how disappointed he was in the quality.  To his credit, Nathan
rode him for all he was worth but it only served to increase his need to
shoot, not Justin's.  He began to fear that tonight he wouldn't be able to
hold out long enough for Justin to cum first - a mistake he hadn't made in
over a month.

	"Justin," he begged.  "Would it be alright if I go ahead and cum?
I'm getting really close..."

	Justin reluctantly tore his eyes away from the screen long enough
to roll them at his roommate.

	"Did I miss something?  Have I cum yet?" he asked gruffly.

	"No..."

	"Then I don't care how close you are - that's your business.  You
don't have permission to cum yet.  Understand?"  He thrust his cock upward
angrily to accentuate his point.

	"Yeah, I understand.  I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked..."

	Actually, Justin was glad he'd asked to cum - it signaled that
Nathan was ready - that he'd reached a highly suggestible state of mind
where horniness made him prone to say "yes" to almost anything.

	"I just got an idea...about how we can make the videos better..."

	"Really?  What is it?" he asked as he continued to ride slowly up
and down the entire length of Justin's shaft.

	"You're probably not gonna like it..."

	It was never a good sign when Justin announced ahead of time that
he wouldn't like a suggestion.

	"Oh god...just tell me already..."

	"We get somebody else to film us..."

	"NO!!!" he protested.  "Absolutely not!  No way are we getting
somebody to come in here and film us."

	Justin gently engaged his hips - matching Nathan's up and down
motions to provide him with a tender, rocking fuck, eliciting a moan from
his hypersexual roommate.  Precum spilled from Nathan's cock onto Justin's
abdomen.

	"Just think, Nathan...if we get someone else, they can move around
the room and record shots we can't get with the tripod.  They can pan and
zoom and do all kinds of creative things while I get to focus on fucking
you.  You'd have my undivided attention..."

	"I really need to cum, Justin..." he begged again.

	"Not yet, buddy, not yet.  Don't you think it's a good idea?"

	"No, not really...why can't you be happy with what we can do
ourselves?"

	"That's the difference between me and you, Nathan - you're willing
to just settle when things could be so much better - so much better."  He
repeated the phrase "so much better" like a mantra as he fucked Nathan
closer and closer to cumming.

	"Who would we get?" Nathan finally asked out of desperation.

	"It wouldn't matter to me as long as they can work a camera.  It
should be somebody you feel comfortable with.  You should find us
somebody..."

	"You want ME to do it?  Oh SHIT - FUCK!!!  Justin, please let me
cum!"

	"Yeah, you can find somebody, can't you?"

	"I suppose I can..."

	"So, you'll do it then?"

	"Justin, PLEASE!!!" Nathan yelled, genuinely worried he wouldn't
make it.

	"Just a minute longer, bitch...so you'll do it?"

	"Yes, anything - please, just let me shoot!!!"

	Justin smiled, thoroughly satisfied with himself.

	"As a token of good faith that you'll cooperate - that you'll make
this your top priority - you can cum first tonight.  Go ahead, whore - make
yourself cum from riding my big fucking cock!"

	Nathan did just that.

	As the splashes of cum rained down on Justin, he began to think
about how this was going to play out.  By handing this project over to
Nathan, he was giving up a measure of control and he wouldn't be able to
fully map out a plan until Nathan had picked someone.  He would need to
play it by ear, to improvise - he was confident he'd do just fine.

	In the days that followed, Justin abruptly curtailed much of their
regular sexual activity.  He would allow Nathan to strip and spend the
mandated thirty minutes on his feet, but then claim to be tired or just
"not in the mood".  More often than not, he'd also blame it on boredom over
the videos, saying "if you'd go ahead and find someone to do it for us it
might help renew my interest."  The one evening Nathan mustered the will to
complain, Justin punished him with a two hour edging session only to be
denied any release at all.  He was put to bed sweaty, horny, and struggling
to fall asleep due to his insistent cock.

	Nathan decided that night to endure the potential embarrassment and
approach someone about helping them out...

	When the last week of summer arrived, Nathan reported for his final
day of work filled to the brim with sexual frustration.  He'd not had a
complete, fully realized orgasm in over ten days despite being forced to
masturbate daily.  He'd dribbled semen a few times, losing partial loads
due to getting too close, but Justin stopped each climax abruptly, just
short of full ejaculation and the physical/emotional release that it
brings.  As he walked into the store he was acutely aware of the
semi-hardon in his khakis and was looking forward to putting this day
behind him.

	After lunch, he walked out to the loading dock (the only approved
spot to smoke on store grounds).  Another employee, Sean, was also outside
enjoying a cigarette.  Although they were hardly friends, they had gotten
to know one another during the store's Fourth of July gathering.

	"Hey," Nathan said quietly, nodding in Sean's direction.

	"How's it going?  Your last day, right?"

	"Yeah, I'll be glad when it's over..."

	"I hear ya - wish it was my last day..."

	Sean was, on the surface anyway, average by almost every measure.
In his early twenties, he was about the same height and build as Nathan
with sloppy, dirty blonde hair.  He possessed a pale complexion pot-marked
with small blemishes, probably the remnants of teenage acne.  Sean was
nearing the end of his break and his cigarette had burned almost to the
filter.  Nathan allowed his eyes to go lower and noticed Sean's black
sneakers - a clear violation of the store's dress code.  The sight gave him
a lump in both his throat and his pants.  The shoes were at least as large
as Justin's - possibly larger.  Nathan's mind began to work overtime,
trying to evaluate the possible outcomes and drawbacks of what he was
considering.  He had to hurry - Sean was getting ready to leave. "What the
hell - he's as good as anybody else I could get," he thought to himself
before steadying his nerves to speak.

	"Umm, what are you doing tonight?" he asked.

	"No plans, really.  Summer has sucked - there hasn't been much to
do."

	"Well, it won't be anything special, but I was wondering if you'd
like to come over tonight and have a beer with me and my roommate."

	"Sure, I'm up for that - but I'm pulling a double shift today.  I
can't leave until we lock up.  It'll be around ten before I'll be ready."

	"That's fine.  Last day, remember?" Nathan said with a chuckle.  "I
don't have anything to do in the morning."

	Nathan gave instructions on how to find the apartment and also
wrote down his cell number in case he couldn't make it or got lost.

	"Great!" Sean responded while grinding his cigarette butt out on
the asphalt with his large right foot.  "See ya at ten..."

	With that, he turned and slothfully wandered back to the store.

	"Oh god," Nathan sighed, suddenly sick to his stomach.  "What am I
doing?"  He couldn't help but notice that he was hard.  He immediately
dialed Justin's cell.

	"I found somebody," he excitedly blurted out once his roommate had
answered.

	"Really?  So, he's into it, willing to do it?"

	"Well, actually, he doesn't know yet.  I just asked him over for a
beer."

	Justin laughed into his phone.

	"Then don't get your hopes up, buddy.  Once you tell him what you
want him to do he might run screaming from the apartment."

	"You're the most persuasive person I know.  You could sell the
fucking air out of a paper bag.  You could talk him into it."

	"This is your project, Nathan.  I'll be there of course, but you've
got to talk him into it."

	"What time will you be home?"

	"Around seven...you?"

	"Five-thirty or so..."

	"Then I want you to jerk off from five-thirty until I get home -
but you know the rules - no cumming..."

	He abruptly hung up.

	Nathan steadied his nerves, put out his cigarette, and returned to
his department after adjusting his pants.  He spent the rest of the
afternoon stealing glances of Sean from across the aisle.  As he left for
the day, he made sure to walk nearby and call out a casual reminder...

	"See you at ten..."

	"I'll be there," he answered.

	Nathan hadn't been this nervous in a long time.  He found that
nervous combined with horny was a powerful combination.  It was even more
difficult than usual to obey the no cumming rule as he masturbated wildly
for an hour and a half while waiting for Justin.  Eventually, the sound of
a key in the lock signaled his arrival.

	"Stay there and just keep doing what you're doing," Justin said as
he entered the apartment.  "Don't cum..."

	Justin kept his roommate stroking and edging until 9:30 when he
finally allowed him to get dressed.  It was 10:09 when they finally heard a
knock at the door.

	"Hey, how's it going?" Sean asked as Nathan welcomed him into the
room.  He was carrying a bottle of tequila and a lime with no bag.

	"Great!  Glad you could make it.  This is my roommate, Justin..."

	"Hey..." acknowledged Sean.

	"Wanna beer?" asked Justin.

	"A beer and a shot - it's been a long day..."

	For the next hour, the three guys sat around drinking and doing
shots.  Sean's eyes lit up when Justin pulled out the bong and started to
pack a bowl.  Everyone seemed to be having a good time.  They were
comfortable with one another, the chemistry between the trio proved to be
good, and by 11:30 none of them was feeling any pain.

	Justin, fearful that Nathan might be losing his nerve, deciding he
needed some prompting.

	"So, Nathan, didn't you have something you wanted to ask Sean?"

	His roommate blushed slightly and suddenly seemed more sober.  He
choked on the words, however, and couldn't speak.

	"Yeah?  What is it?" Sean questioned.

	"Well, yeah - I did have something I wanted to ask you.  Did you
see that movie this summer about the two people who make a porno?"

	"Yeah, I saw it - that can't be what you wanted to ask me, about
some dumb movie..."

	"No, not exactly.  Justin and I, well...we want to make a movie."

	The words hung in the air uncomfortably as Nathan waited for some
response.

	"A porno?" Sean asked slowly, letting this sink in.

	"Yeah - and we need your help..."

	Sean held up his hands, palms facing outward, in a kind of blocking
motion, waving them slightly at the thought.

	"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there dude - I'm not gay.  I mean, I'm pretty
open minded and it's OK with me that you're gay - I sort of figured you
were anyway - but I can't have sex with you, man - I just can't..."

	"No, no, no..." Nathan interrupted.  "You've got it all wrong.  I
don't want to have sex with you..."

	"You don't?"

	"No, we just need you to film us...having sex."

	"You're asking me - to film you - two GUYS - getting it on?" Sean
repeated, trying to work through exactly what he'd just been asked to do.

	"Yes," answered Nathan.  "That's it exactly - all you have to do is
film - nothing else.  You'll just operate the camera, that's all.  You see,
we've tried this before but we have to use a tripod or hold the camera
ourselves and we can't get the same kind of footage that we could with a
third person filming."  He paused for a moment to let Sean think.  When
there was no immediate answer, he added, "I'll understand if you don't want
to - if you say 'no'..."

	"I haven't said 'no', not yet anyway.  Tell me more.  Did you just
say that you guys tried to video yourselves before?"

	"Yeah, we've filmed a lot actually..." Nathan admitted.  Justin
remained uncharacteristically quiet.

	"Can I see some of what you've shot already?"

	Nathan felt the surge of heat to his face as he blushed.

	"Why...umm, why do you want to see those?"

	"To see what kinds of things you guys do.  If I can't stand to
watch it on television, I bet I won't be able to watch it happening right
in front of me.  And if you're too embarrassed to let me see it on video,
you'll probably be too embarrassed to do it live.  I'm not saying I'll do
it, but I'm willing to watch a bit of what you guys have already done.
That will also give me an idea of what you want in terms of the filming.
Then we can all decide together if we really want to do it."

	His reasoning was solid and Nathan got up to retrieve a DVD.  Most
of them weren't labeled, so he had no idea what he was about to show his
new friend.  He popped a random disc into the machine and pressed play.

	"I need to interrupt for a second before we watch this,"
interjected Justin.  "Nathan, I made a promise to you that I would NEVER
show these videos to anybody else and I've kept my word.  If you start this
movie and show it to Sean, you need to realize that it was your choice to
do so.  I just don't want you saying later that I screwed you over or
something.  No whining.  Got it?"

	Nathan nodded his head.  "I understand..."

	Sean might have been a little drunk but he wasn't stupid.  He was
perceptive enough to notice the element of control Justin had just
introduced.  Despite his earlier silence, it was clear that he was in
charge.  Sean found himself intrigued by the emerging psychological shift.
He cleared his throat to ask a question as the video started...

	"Let me guess, you're the bottom..." he asked, indicating Nathan.

	"He's a total bottom," answered Justin.  "Just wait - you'll
see..."

	Nathan sat on the edge of his bed and an uneasy tension filled the
room, both roommates trying to gauge Sean's response to the images on the
screen.

	The video began, as most of them did, with Nathan sitting naked on
the floor, massaging and licking Justin's large, sweaty feet.  Sean's
eyebrows lifted and his mouth fell slightly open as he took in the sight of
his coworker in such a subservient position.  When the broad, funky left
toe disappeared inside Nathan's mouth, Sean couldn't help but grin.

	"I wouldn't have guessed you have a foot fetish, Nathan."

	"Big time foot fetish," added Justin.

	"So he's really into that?  It's not just acting for the video?"

	"Ask him for yourself - he'll tell you..."

	"Is that true, dude - you into feet?" Sean asked with a smirk on
his face.

	Nathan avoided Sean's stare when he answered.

	"Yeah, I am.  I don't know why but it really gets me going - I
can't explain it."

	Sean watched a few more minutes, occasionally nodding his head
affirmatively.  When the DVD showed Justin rubbing his now spit wet soles
over Nathan's face Sean's reaction was clear.

	"F-U-C-K!!!" he whispered slowly, drawing out the word and
chuckling immediately after.

	"He's not acting, dude," interjected Justin.

	"I can tell.  It makes for good video though - I mean, that you can
tell he's into it...he's engaged, you know, and focused..."

	"By the way, what size do you wear, Sean?" asked Justin.  "They
look even bigger than mine."

	"I can squeeze into a twelve most of the time, but I'm more
comfortable in a twelve and a half or thirteen..."

	"You hear that, Nathan?  A thirteen..." Justin teased.

	Nathan squirmed on the bed slightly, grimaced, and let out a tiny
grunt.

	"You OK?" asked Sean.

	"He's just getting horny...probably about to cum in his jeans..."

	Sean wasn't really sure what to think.  He was definitely not into
cock but the mind-fuck they were throwing at Nathan was making his dick
plump.  The more uncomfortable Nathan became, the thicker it seemed to get.

	"So he's got a hair-trigger, huh?"

	"Oh no, just the opposite - I've trained him to hold it back until
he has permission to shoot."

	If Sean hadn't been convinced of the pecking order in the
apartment, the use of the words "trained" and "permission" would have
confirmed it.

	"Nice - I understand that's a good skill to have for a porn actor."

	"Enough of this..." said Justin, grabbing the remote and fast
forwarding through the remainder of the foot licking scene.  "Let's get to
something else."  He stopped with a shot of Nathan being cock slapped about
the face while Justin filmed him from above.

	"Nice dick for porn, Justin..."

	"Thanks - he seems to like it."

	"What I meant was, it photographs well.  Let's face it...most
straight porn is as much about the cock as it is the pussy - and not all
uncut dicks look that good on film.  Is he uncut too?"

	Nathan was getting frustrated at being talked about like this.

	"Guys, I'm sitting right here..." he complained.

	"So you are.  Show me..." said Sean bluntly.

	"What?"

	"Show me your dick, dude.  If I'm gonna do this, I'll see it
eventually - or didn't you think this thing through?"

	Justin chuckled - he liked this guy...

	"He's right, Nathan - go ahead and strip - show him the goods..."

	Nathan stood nervously and began to undress.  Seconds later, he was
standing between the beds, his brick hard prick throbbing and leaking on
the floor.  Sean looked at his crotch as if he was evaluating it.

	"Not as nice as yours, Justin, but not bad either.  I see he's got
the porn star shave job."

	"Yeah, that's a funny story..." Justin began with a laugh.

	"...that we don't need to go into right now," Nathan finished for
him.

	"You're a leaky little fuck, aren't you?" asked Sean.  Justin
laughed out loud, pleased with Sean's reaction.  In his opinion, they
couldn't have found a better person for this, even if he had hand picked
the guy himself.

	"Like a damn faucet, dude, like a faucet..." answered Justin.  Then
he added an instruction for his roommate.  "Hands behind your head, Nathan
- don't go touching it.  Sean hasn't agreed to help us out yet."

	Sean smiled when he saw how quickly Nathan complied - the smile
made Sean look absolutely evil.  The naked boy began to wish he hadn't set
this evening in motion.

	"So, I take it you fuck him too..." asked Sean.

	"Oh, hell yeah..."

	"Find me some of that on the video..."

	While Justin scanned the disc for a fucking scene, Sean lit a
cigarette and turned to Nathan.

	"So, Nathan, the first time you two fucked, whose idea was it?
I've got a hunch as to the answer."

	Nathan turned his head to look at Justin as if he could find the
answer there.

	"He didn't ask me, dude - he asked you..."

	"It was my idea..." Nathan admitted.

	"Of course it was.  Doggie style?  That first time, I mean..."

	"No, I was on top - Justin was laying down."

	"Riding - I gotcha.  Did it make you cum, sliding up and down on
your roommate's big cock like that?"

	Justin couldn't contain his laughter and he shook his head in
disbelief at the question.  This dude was getting fucking nasty.  Nathan
shuddered as he remembered that night and precum poured from his trembling
cock.

	"Yeah, it made me cum," he answered while nervously shifting weight
from one foot to the other, making the strand of fluid descend lower before
breaking off and falling to the floor.

	"Ask him how many times..." prompted Justin, slowing the video
playback as he'd found what he was looking for - a shot of Nathan riding
his roommate's dick with total abandon, his hands latched behind his head
and moaning like a bitch.

	"How many times?"

	"I forget exactly, but it was at least four or five..."

	"Damn!  Nice!  I thought you said you make him hold it though."

	"That was the night I took his cherry.  I thought it would be
better to just let him have his fun...here's the scene you asked for," he
explained, redirecting Sean's attention to the television.

	"HOLY SHIT!!!" Sean exclaimed in disbelief, his mouth once again
slightly ajar.

	"Told ya man..."

	"Nathan, you're a fucking slut, dude!  Ride that shit!  Yee-haw!!!"

	Justin let Sean take in a few more minutes of the movie before
asking for a decision.

	"So Sean, you gonna help us out or what?"

	Sean reclined in the computer chair and stretched his arms above
his head, thinking it over.  This wasn't what he'd expected when he came
over tonight, but he was oddly intrigued.

	"How long do you guys normally go at it?" he asked.

	"A long time, really - a couple of hours at least..."

	"It's getting kind of late..." Sean pointed out.

	"So stay over tonight," offered Justin.  "When we're finished,
Nathan can sleep with me and you can have his bed."

	"So you guys don't usually sleep together?"

	"Not normally, no.  But I doubt you'll want to sleep with him
either after I've fucked him."

	"How about this - I'll do it, but we need to do it right..."

	"What do you mean?" asked Justin and Nathan simultaneously.

	"We need a plan..."

SCENE TEN - The Video Shoot

	Sean had been successfully convinced to serve as cameraman for this
evening's film shoot.  More than that, however, he was becoming
enthusiastic about the prospects and was bringing his own ideas to the
table.  He grabbed a notebook and a pen off the desk, moved to Justin's bed
and sat beside him as if they'd known each other their entire lives.

	"Like I was saying," he continued.  "We need a plan.  If we just
start filming, we might get some good shots but the movie won't have any
structure.  What we need is to come up with a shooting schedule - just like
a real movie.  It might take a while, but we'll get much better results in
the end."

	Justin nodded affirmatively as he listened, as if he was evaluating
a business proposal.

	"Nice - nice...I like the way you think.  We map out everything
we're gonna do ahead of time - it will make the editing easier too..."

	"Much easier..."

	"How do we start?" asked Justin.

	"Well, to begin with I think you should decide on the overall mood
of the video.  I think you have a few options.  The first would be romantic
sex, but based on what I've already seen, that's probably not what you're
going for."

	"Yeah - moving on.  We've never even kissed before - and I don't
wanna start tonight..."

	"Cool - I really wouldn't be into filming that either.  Your second
choice would be just fun, playful sex between equal partners..."

	Justin smirked and looked up at Nathan.

	"What do you say, Nathan?  When we fuck are we equals?"

	Nathan's legs began to quiver and his balls started to rise as he
muttered the answer.

	"No...no, Justin - you're in charge..." His cock began to shake and
he uttered a low moan of pleasure.

	"Dude, this is really fucked up!  If you wanna go with controlling
sex, then you can go with clearly defined submissive and dominant roles or,
if you really want to get wild, stage a rape..." explained Sean.

	"I don't want to go as far as a rape scene - at least not tonight -
though keep that in mind for later.  Maybe we just go for some strong
dominating sex, maybe throw a little humiliation in there..."

	"Fucking awesome idea, dude - fucking nice!!!  Next we need to come
up with a detailed list of the shots we'll need - this will include the
length of time we want that shot on the final video and an estimate of the
time we'll need to shoot raw video, which will be longer of course..."

	Sean absent-mindedly reached down and started to unlace his
sneakers as he spoke.  Nathan sucked in his breath and started to shake.
Justin grabbed Sean's arm to stop him.

	"What are doing, man - trying to make him cum?  You know how he
gets around bare feet..."

	"Shit - I'm sorry, dude.  It's hard to believe they get him hot
enough to cum."

	"Don't do it, Nathan - pull yourself together..." chided Justin.

	Sean picked up on the attitude.

	"You better stop that shit right now - if you cum you're gonna ruin
our whole fucking night!" he added contemptuously.

	"He'd have been fine if he'd expected it - he normally has really
good control - you just caught him off guard.  He needs something to
concentrate on."

	"Well, I've been wearing these shoes since eight this morning and I
just got off a double shift at the store.  I don't want to have to wear
them all night, especially if I'm gonna sleep over."

	"Let him take them off..."

	Sean sat quietly for a second, trying to decide if he really wanted
Nathan touching him.

	"Do you think he can do it without cumming?  He looks pretty
close."

	"And he'll get even closer while doing it - but he'll have
something to focus on.  Believe me, it helps him..."

	"You wanna take my shoes off, Nathan?" Sean asked.

	"Yeah, please..."

	Both guys had a hearty laugh at Nathan's enthusiasm.

	"Go ahead - knock yourself out..."

	"But don't cum..." Justin added.

	Nathan knelt on the floor between the beds, trying not to shake his
cock too much, and gently lifted Sean's right sneaker, loosening the laces.
Both guys on the bed stared down at him intently.  Nathan slid the large
shoe off almost lovingly, and the room filled immediately with the scent.

	"DAMN!!!  I thought mine were bad!" yelled Justin, waving his hand
in front of his nose.

	"Sorry, it's these sneaks.  I really need a new pair."

	As they discussed the smell, Nathan was already sliding off the
left sneaker, using every trick he had learned to keep from spewing.  He
looked up at the lecherous pair on the bed and cleared his throat.

	"Umm, do you want your socks off too, Sean?"

	"Yeah, give my toes room to breathe..."

	Nathan slipped the moist tubes of sweaty fabric off Sean's enormous
dogs and tossed them aside.  When he saw the long elegant toes stretch,
flex, and curl in front of him, he pulled his legs closer together, shut
his eyes tight, and rolled his head back.

	"Don't even think about it, Nathan..." demanded Justin.

	Once he had regained control, Sean redirected them to the list of
required shots for this evening, leaving Nathan on the floor staring at the
new pair of feet.

	"OK, tell me the kinds of things you want in the video and we'll
make up a list."

	"Well, our basic routine is to start with some foot worship, then
move to a blowjob, and end up fucking - oh, and edging - we have to get
some edging footage..."

	"Edging?" Sean asked curiously.

	"Yeah, when he gets really close to cumming, where it's almost
inevitable but not quite, I have him stop and force himself to hold it
back.  That counts as one edge.  I'll give him a goal - like you have to
have ten edges before you can suck me - you know, stuff like that..."

	"How can you tell if he's really that close and not just faking?"

	"Oh, you can tell - it's obvious.  Other times, instead of set
number of edges, I make him get to the edge then keep himself there for a
set length of time - sort of a variation on a theme.  There are all kinds
of games you can play with it..."

	"Shit!  You could make a whole movie out of nothing but that."

	"We have, dude, we have.  But we don't need a third person for
that.  Since I'm not in those videos, I can hold the camera myself and
film."

	"OK, so how long do you want the final product to be, how many
minutes?"

	"With the quality settings I like to use, we can't go over ninety
minutes for the whole project - that fills up a whole DVD using my software
and burner."

	"Alright, then how much time do you want to spend on the foot
thing?"

	"In real life, he has to go thirty minutes or longer, but I think
we should trim that down for the DVD."

	"How about ten to fifteen minutes?  We can shoot more than that and
just use the best parts..."

	"Sounds good to me."

	For the next forty-five minutes, the two new partners planned every
aspect of the upcoming video shoot, down to the last detail.  On several
occasions they lowered their voices to a whisper to keep Nathan from
hearing the suggestions.  Other times, Sean or Justin would simply write
something on the pad for the other to read, usually resulting in raucous
laughter from the other.  "You're sick, dude!" one would say and they would
continue to plan.  Finally finished, Justin got the bong and his bag,
handing both to Sean as he lit a cigarette.

	"I think we need to decide on one last thing..." Justin said.

	"What's that?" asked Sean as he packed a fresh bowl.

	"We need to decide if the cameraman is gonna be part of the action
or not."

	"I told you I don't wanna have sex with him.  That wasn't the
deal..."

	"No, no, no - that's not what I meant.  You know how in porn the
cameraman is usually an invisible part of the video - as if he's not really
there.  The actors ignore the camera, never looking at it or acknowledging
that they're being filmed.  Other times, you can hear the cameraman giving
instructions and he's a more interactive player.  He doesn't necessarily
ever show up on film, but it's obvious that he's there.  I don't care which
way we do it, but we should decide."

	Sean sucked in a hit off the bong, held it while thinking, and
exhaled.

	"I'd probably have more fun if I can talk..."

	"OK, so how about this..." continued Justin as he took the bong
from Sean and took a hit of his own.  "The premise is that you and me are
roommates and I picked up this slut to fuck and I get you to film it.  That
way it makes sense that we are talking to each other during the video..."

	Sean nodded with assent and a wicked smile grew wide across his
face.

	"I gotta admit - that's pretty hot - even for gay shit..."

	"Hell yeah it is!!!  It fits in perfectly with the handheld camera
- we'll make the story up as we go along - but it's gotta seem
spontaneous..." added Justin.  Then, turning to Nathan, "Get up, slut, and
put on that blue pair of onionskin jogging shorts you've got - the ones
with the slits up the side - no jock..."

	Nathan went to his bureau and searched for the shorts Justin wanted
him to wear, slipping into them once they were found.  His cock poked the
front straight out and the onionskin fabric was stained with precum only
seconds after they were in place.  Justin handed the camera to Sean.

	"Everybody ready?" he asked.

	When the affirmative response was received, Justin went to the
door, opened it, and motioned for Nathan to go outside.

	"What?" Nathan asked, confused and more than a little scared.

	"Oh god," Justin moaned, rolling his eyes in frustration at
Nathan's hesitation.  "It's WAY too early for you to start pissing me off.
Get out!  You have to make an entrance, stupid!"

	Nathan moved into the hallway.

	"Now," Justin continued, "count to two hundred slowly and give us
time to set the stage.  Once you're finished, knock on the door and we'll
let you inside.  Got it?"

	"Yeah..." he responded, looking around the empty hallway nervously.

	The door slammed in his face.

	Nathan looked down at his obvious erection tenting and sliming his
shorts and started to count.

	Back inside, Justin sat at the computer and turned to face Sean and
the camera, the red light indicating that they were live.

	"So, like I was saying...I go to the basement toilet in the Moore
building and walk up to a urinal and this guy - this really queer looking
guy comes up and stands next to me.  At first I'm thinking he just needs to
piss too, but there's like four other free urinals and he's standing next
to me.  Next thing I know, he's got his dick out and playing with it -
getting hard - right there next to me.  And he's staring at my junk and
shit..."

	Sean laughed, both at Justin's improvisational skills and in an
attempt to get into the role-playing.

	"Shit, dude, what'd you do?"

	"At first I didn't know what to do - then I started to get mad.  I
thought about laying him out right there in the bathroom."

	"You didn't though, did you?"

	"Nah, he's not worth an assault charge.  But when he asked if he
could blow me, it got me thinking..."

	"Yeah?"

	"Well, I've always heard that fags give the best head and, well,
it's been a while for me but I wasn't gonna let him do it there in the
toilet.  So, I asked him over.  He should be here any minute..."

	The timing could not have been better.  KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK...

	Justin stood and walked to the door.  He opened it and yelled,
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" and jerked Nathan inside the room.  "What the hell are
you thinking coming to my apartment dressed like that?  Did anybody see
you?  That's the last thing I need...answer me!"

	Nathan shook his head, a little perplexed but willing to go along.

	"Ummm, nobody saw me...I promise..."

	"You like walking around like that?  You like people looking at you
all fucking boned up and horny for cock?"

	"That's not...umm, that's well, yeah...I guess I do..."

	"I bet he's been thinking about your dick all day, dude..." added
Sean, laughing from behind the camera.  Some it was acting, some of it the
pot.

	"Yeah, he's hot for it all right, aren't you, boy?"

	"Oh god, yeah - I need it..."

	Justin grabbed the front of Nathan's shorts and pulled hard.  The
thin fabric ripped easily, exposing his roommate's hard, pulsating, drippy
cock in the process.  The stimulation edged him closer to orgasm.

	"Shit dude, he's about to shoot just thinking about sucking your
cock..." pointed out Sean.

	"He'd better not - I got plans for you tonight, slut, and they
don't include you cumming just yet.  You pull yourself together or I'll
kick you back outside with nothing but those torn shorts to walk home
in..." He walked around Nathan slowly as he spoke, like a predator sizing
up his prey, his facial expression locked into a mean scowl.  "You still
feel like you're gonna shoot, cunt?"

	"No sir, I can hold it..." Justin wasn't sure where the word "sir"
had come from, as Nathan had never called him that before - but he liked
it.  Justin sat down again in the computer chair and stretched his legs
forward.  He fished out a cigarette and left Nathan in uncomfortable
silence as he lit it.

	"Knees..." he commanded.

	Nathan obeyed immediately.

	"OK, whore, I'd like for you to meet my roommate.  He's gonna be
filming us tonight - you don't mind, do you?"

	Nathan shook his head 'no'.

	"Speak dammit!" yelled Justin.

	"No, no sir!  He can film it..."

	"I thought so - take off my shoes, bitch!"

	Nathan reached out and removed both of Justin's size twelve
sneakers and tossed them aside.  Then, out force of habit and his
incredible horniness pushed his face into the sweaty soles of his
roommate's socks and breathed in deeply.

	"FUCK!!!" laughed Sean.  "You found yourself a nasty bitch,
Justin..."

	Justin figured that if Sean could use his name then he could do the
same.

	"Apparently so, Sean, apparently so.  You into feet, cunt?"

	"Yeah, oh god yeah!!!" moaned Nathan between hits.  Justin turned
his face to the camera, opened his mouth wide, and laughed out loud as
Nathan humiliated himself for the camera.  They gave him a few minutes
before demanding he take off the socks as well.  Nathan's warm lips
immediately enveloped Justin's toes, causing the room to fill with derisive
laughter again.

	"I can't believe he's actually doing this, man..." commented Sean.

	"Yeah, I know - but it feels kinda good.  He's using a lot of
tongue.  How do they taste, bitch?"

	"Good, sir.  They taste good, sir..."

	Sean moved closer to Nathan, pointing the camera down.  The shot
now included Nathan, Justin's feet, and Sean's as well.

	"Try mine, fag..." he prompted.

	Justin was pleasantly surprised.  Sean was really getting into
this.  He'd have to test just how far he was willing to go.

	Nathan repositioned his head over Sean's feet and involuntarily
took a deep breath.

	"Oh FUCK!!!" he moaned as his cock vibrated.  A sudden river of
precum spilled onto the floor between his legs.

	"Smell nice, don't they, bitch?"

	"Hell yeah, they're hot - god, they smell so good!"  His tongue
snaked out and dove between a big toe and its neighbor, digging out
remnants of sock fuzz from his double shift at the store.  Sean wiggled the
toes in Nathan's face, increasing the amount of foot funk that reached his
nostrils.

	Nathan couldn't help himself.  He aggressively reached for the foot
to pull it up.  Sean, realizing what he planned to do, sat on the edge of
the bed and allowed his foot to be lifted.  His big toe disappeared inside
Nathan's mouth and moments later what remained of today's accumulated foot
sweat was licked from his soles.

	"Damn, dude!" exclaimed Justin.  "I think he likes yours better!"

	"Nobody's ever licked my feet, man.  Our dog used to do it back
home, but I never thought a person would..."

	Justin normally would have disliked not being the center of
attention, but he found this to be kind of hot, watching his roommate lick
the sweat from his former coworker's feet.  He allowed the footbath to
continue for a few more minutes before deciding to move on.  He stood in
front of his subservient roommate and told him to look up.

	"You ready to suck some cock, faggot?"

	"Fuck yeah, I want it..." Nathan begged.

	"Take it out for me..." he instructed.

	Nathan quickly moved his hands to Justin's zipper and pulled it
down.  Reaching in, he wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft and
slipped it free before releasing it to admire its strength.

	"Lick it for me, bitch, and count off each lick.  When you get to a
hundred, you can put it in your mouth.  Get it real wet now..."

	"Oh dude, that's sick..." Sean interjected.

	Nathan took a long swipe with his tongue along the veiny shaft,
leaving a trail of spit as he passed...

	"One..."

	He repeated the action on the other side.

	"Two..."

	On and on this went - taking longer than Justin had originally
planned.  By the time he finished, Justin's cock was sopping wet with
saliva and precum, the foreskin fully retracted into loose folds just
behind the head.

	"Suck..."

	Nathan dove onto the cock with vigor and was balls deep seconds
later.  With all the practice he'd had recently, it was relatively easy to
do.  Justin threw his head back and moaned...

	"F-U-C-K!!!  That feels good..."

	"Goddamn!  Bitch is taking it all..." said Sean almost in
disbelief.

	Sean walked around with the camera trying to find the best angle
and lighting for recording.  He settled on kneeling in front of the
roommates.  From here he could capture each pass of Nathan's lips down the
sloppy length of Justin's hard pole.  Despite his earlier reservations, he
couldn't help but be aroused.  After capturing about five minutes of
footage, he stood next to Justin and pointed the camera down to record the
top of Nathan's head as it repeatedly traveled back and forth.

	"Shit, I can't believe he's this into it..." he sighed.

	Justin, having noticed the bulge in Sean's shorts when he stood up,
decided to try something.

	"You want some, man?"

	Sean was silent for a moment and Justin figured he just didn't want
to respond.  "Fair enough," he silently thought, "I guess the foot thing
was his limit - I won't push him to do anything else..." But then he
noticed Sean's free hand move toward his fly, slowly lowering the zipper
and hauling his own cock into the open.  He shook it twice, letting the
blood rush in and fill it to capacity, aiming the camera to record his
erection as well.

	Justin pulled Nathan off his dick and pushed him to Sean.  His
expression was priceless.

	Nathan had never been this close to a hard cock that didn't belong
to him or Justin.  And Sean's dick was nice.  Though about the same length
as the roommates, it was easily the thickest dick in the room.  A large,
bulging vein wrapped around one side and up onto the top before
disappearing just before the head.  The foreskin was tight and though he
was fully hard, it couldn't retract all the way back.  It clung instead,
almost stubbornly, to the crown.  The head was smooth, moist, and red in
stark contrast to the milky paleness of the ample skin on the shaft.  >From
the slit bubbled a drop of precum.  Nathan's groin contracted at the sight
and he spilled more goo onto the floor.

	Justin smacked Nathan lightly on the back of the head.

	"So, you gonna suck my roommate or just stare at his cock all
night?"

	Nathan's lips wrapped around Sean's rigid pole and slid all the way
down despite the unfamiliar girth, eliciting a moan from his coworker.

	"Shit - goddamnit, that's nice!!!" he groaned.

	"Told ya, dude."

	Sean's free hand reached for the button of his shorts and quickly
unfastened it, letting the garment drop to his feet before stepping out of
them entirely.  Then the hand found the back of Nathan's head.  Holding him
tight, Sean began to fuck in and out violently, catching Nathan off guard.
He choked momentarily and coughed up spit, some of which exited through his
nose.  Justin laughed at the scene but Sean was determined.  He forced
Nathan's mouth back on his prick and set up a good, hard skull fuck.
Justin watched in amusement and satisfaction as Sean let go and really got
into it.  All too soon, however, he realized that their cameraman was about
to cum.  Nathan also looked like he was about to fly over the edge.

	"OK, guys - cut..." Justin interrupted.  Sean released the back of
Nathan's head and reluctantly pulled his spit-soaked cock from Nathan's
mouth.  He paused the recording and wiped his forehead.

	"Whew, that was better than I thought it would be.  Why'd you stop
us?"

	"He's getting close - I was afraid he'd shoot if you went much
longer."

	"OK, I could use a break anyway."  He started to put on his shorts.

	"Leave 'em, dude..." said Justin.  "We've already seen your dick.
What have you got to hide?  Get comfortable...we'll have a beer..."

	Sean shrugged his shoulders wordlessly and tossed his shorts into
the corner.  Nathan remained on his knees between the beds struggling not
to lose his load as the guys disappeared into the kitchen.  He was still
fighting it when they returned.  Neither of the two guys acknowledged his
presence or his precarious edge.

	"What's up next?" asked Sean.

	Justin reached for the notes they'd made earlier.  Rather than say
anything out loud, however, he simply pointed to the page as he showed it
to Sean.  He snickered uncontrollably, nearly choking on his beer.

	"You're serious?  He'll really do that?"

	"He does it all the time - loves it.  And it fits in with the
premise really well."

	"How will we transition into it?"

	Justin glanced down at Nathan.

	"He's listening to us - it will look better on film if he's
surprised.  Follow me..." They stood and walked to the bathroom.  Nathan
could hear whispers but couldn't make out the words.  When they reemerged,
they were laughing and slapping each other on the back like they'd been
friends forever.

	"I hope I can stay awake for all this...remember, I've been working
all day," commented Sean.

	"Nathan's got some energy pills in his nightstand if you want one -
they help take the edge off the liquor and weed."

	Sean opened Nathan's nightstand and grabbed the bottle, noticing
the dildo and bottle of lube that Justin told him about during their
private conversation.  He popped open the bottle and, oblivious to what the
tiny pills actually were, quickly swallowed two, washing them down with a
swig of beer.  Just for kicks, on the way back he straddled Nathan's
kneeling form and rested his balls on his head as he finished the beer,
casually making conversation with Justin.

	"So, you ready to get started again?" asked Justin.

	"Sure thing, ROOMIE!" he laughed as he switched the camera on.

	Justin positioned himself in front of Nathan and crouched to eye
level.  He held Nathan's chin in his hand and spoke.

	"Now I wanna ask you, bitch - do you just suck cock or do you take
it up the ass too?"

	The camera's sensitive microphone recorded Sean's snickering as
Nathan stammered an answer.

	"I...I...umm, I take it up the ass too..."

	"That's what I figured.  How bad do you want me to fuck you right
now?"

	"Oh god - FUCK!  I want it really bad, sir."

	"You'd do anything to get me to fuck that little ass, wouldn't
you?"

	"Oh yeah, please, I'll do anything you want..."

	"Nah, I don't think you're serious...what do you think, buddy?" he
asked, looking up at the camera and Sean.

	"He don't look like he wants it that bad..."

	"Have you ever fucked a guy's ass, Sean?"

	"No..."

	"Me neither - and I'm not sure I wanna start tonight..."

	"You hear that, cunt?" said Sean.  "If you want my roommate to fuck
you, you're gonna have to convince him..."

	"Oh god, please guys, please, I need it..."

	"You're gonna have to do better than that.  Wish we had some way he
could prove to us how bad he wants it..."

	Sean waited a few seconds, as planned, before pretending to have an
idea.

	"I've got it..." he exclaimed and ran over to Nathan's nightstand,
using the camera's LCD display to look around.  "My girlfriend left this
over here..." He pulled out the dildo, along with the lube, and handed them
to Nathan.

	"Get on the bed, slut," Justin demanded.  "On your back...and take
off those ripped up shorts for god's sake..."

	Nathan rose, tossed the ruined garment aside, and transferred
himself to the bed as directed.  He gazed upward at his fellow actors with
a mystified expression on his face.

	"I think you know what we want you to do..." Justin added.

	Humiliated, but horny beyond belief, Nathan lubed the dildo and
placed the bulbous head at the entrance to his ass.  He started to push...

	"That's it, cunt - all the way in," Sean prompted.  "Show my
roommate how bad you need his cock in your pussy..."

	Nathan worked the dildo like the pro he had become.  Justin grabbed
his watch from the desk and set the timer for thirty minutes.

	"OK, we're gonna play a little game now.  If you win, I'll fuck
you.  If you lose, we'll toss you outta here dressed just like you are now
- naked.  If you want to know the rules, you'll stay quiet but shove that
dildo in and out five times really fast..."

	Nathan struggled against his desire to cum as he pounded the dildo
in and out five times.  His cock bubbled in response.

	"Good.  Here are the rules.  I've set this timer for thirty
minutes.  If you want me to fuck you, you'll do two things.  First, you'll
continuously try to talk me into it.  You're gonna speak non-stop for the
next half-hour.  If you stop talking, you're outta here.  You understand
the first rule?  Five more strokes says you do..."

	Sean laughed as he watched the dildo sink and emerge five more
times.

	"The second rule is this - you can't cum.  If you spooge yourself,
game over - you're outta here.  Got it?"

	Nathan didn't wait to be told how to answer - he shoved the dildo
in and out five more times.

	"Nice - on your mark, get set, GO!!!"

	Nathan didn't realize how humiliating this was going to be until he
got started.  The unending stream of filth leaving his lips as he begged
Justin to fuck him was the most degrading thing he'd ever done.  To make
matters worse, a guy that Nathan had barely noticed before today, a
coworker, was recording every second and laughing hysterically as he tried
to keep from cumming.  At the fifteen-minute mark, the guys joined Nathan
on the bed with their feet on either side of his face, occasionally swiping
their soles along his jaw line or under his nose.

	"What a slut..." Sean commented.  He almost had to shout to be
heard over Nathan's incessant begging.

	"I'm starting to believe him though..."

	Justin grabbed Sean's filthy, still moist socks off the floor and
used them to cover Nathan's eyes and nose.  The taunting continued and it
took everything he could muster to hold off his orgasm.  Tired, sweaty, and
completely overcome by desire, he finally heard the alarm ring.  He
released the dildo, though he left it lodged in his ass.  Justin
complimented him on his control.

	"Congratulations!  You made it."

	The he added, "CUT!!!"

	"You need another break?" asked Sean.

	"Not me, him..." he said, pointing to Nathan.  "If I stick my dick
in him right now, he'll cum all over the place.  Let's let him cool down
for a few minutes...you wanna smoke?"

	"Yeah - I can't believe he did that..."

	"I knew he'd do it..."

	"He just better be glad today was his last day at work.  He got
outta there before I found out what a freak he is..."

	Justin noticed that Sean's pill had kicked in - he was as hard as
either of the roommates and he slowly fingered his drippy dick while they
enjoyed one last cigarette before the final scene.

	It was time to fuck...

	Justin handed the camera to Sean and told him get shots from as
many different angles as possible.  He'd grown to like Sean a lot over the
past few hours and wanted to show off a bit in front of his new buddy.  He
grabbed Nathan's ankles and lifted them high and wide, then plowed right
in, his hips engaging immediately.  There was no hesitation, no mercy.  His
spread wide roommate was on the edge of cumming at once.

	"Hands behind your head, pussy...who gets to cum first?"

	"You do, sir..."

	"...and who needs permission to cum?" he asked.  The fury of his
fuck increased.

	"I do, I need permission..."

	"That's a good little bitch - knows his place..."

	Justin gave Sean a good five minutes to film before abruptly
pulling out and wiping the sweat from his forehead.  He looked over to
Sean...

	"You sure you don't want some, dude?"

	Sean looked hesitant but Justin could see the bead of precum
dangling from the head of his cock.

	"I'll pass, dude..."

	"You sure?  It's pretty sweet.  Come on...hand me the camera, man."

	Justin took the camera and walked to the kitchen.  He returned with
a shot glass of tequila.  Sean got in position on the bed.

	"You want Sean to fuck you, slut?" Justin asked Nathan.

	"Oh god - yeah, please put it in..."

	"Hear that, Sean, he's begging you for it.  Ease your cock head
down there to his cunt."

	Sean positioned his dick at the spasming sphincter and smacked the
greasy hole a few times with the head.  Justin handed him the shot, which
he promptly tossed back, sucking in his breath loudly as the strong liquor
went down.

	"Now push, dude, push..." Justin prompted, filming the violation.

	Sean bottomed out completely in a single thrust.

	"FUCKING SHIT!!!" he yelled, overcome by the warmth of Nathan's
hole.

	"Fuck him, dude - he begged you for it.  He came over and got two
for the price of one tonight.  Do it - do him hard!!!" Justin encouraged.

	Sean fucked like a wild man, bucking Nathan's prone body all over
the bed with the force of his thrusts.  It was rough and there was
absolutely no finesse - just hard, raw plowing.  Nathan's body went rigid,
fear in his eyes, and Justin knew it was only a matter of time.

	He pinched one of Nathan's nipples and asked, "Do you have
permission to cum yet, slut?"

	"No sir - not yet."

	"But you're about to anyway, aren't you?"

	Nathan nodded, knowing he wouldn't be able to take more than a few
more seconds of this kind of abuse.

	"My roommate's cock is about to fuck the cum out of you, isn't it?"

	"Yes," he whispered.

	"Louder!" Justin demanded.  "Tell Sean what his dick is about to
make you do..."

	"Oh shit, Sean!!!  You're gonna make me cum!"

	Sean glanced at Justin - surprised but not slowing down.

	"Is he for real - is he fucking serious?" he asked, panting
breathlessly as he continued to plow Nathan hard and fast.

	"Shhh - just watch," he whispered back, "...this is gonna fucking
blow your mind..."

	Nathan's point of no return came - and so did he.

	"Oh god, FUCK!!!" he screamed.  "I'm sorry, Justin, I can't hold it
- FUCK!!!  I can't hold it.  I'm gonna cum - dammit!  I'm sorry..."

	The horny bottom exploded, dick untouched, his hands behind his
head.

	The first shot hit the wall behind Nathan's head with a hard
"splat" and a second quickly joined it.  The third nailed him in the right
eye, which he quickly shut to avoid the burning sensation.  As his pussy
clamped down around Sean's dick, it sent him over the edge as well...

	"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" he yelled as he spread Nathan's legs even
farther and began to empty his nuts inside his coworker.  He threw his head
back and held his cock motionless as he felt it spasm repeatedly inside the
pulsing hole, slicking up the internal space with his thick goo.

	Justin, still filming every second of his roommate's breeding,
reached out to rap him on the head while he was still in the throes of his
orgasm.  Nathan barely noticed the moderate hit, but it looked rather
authentic on the video.

	"You stupid FUCK!!!  I told you not to cum!"  Then, to Sean, "Leave
your cock in him for a second, dude - let me film you pulling out.

	Sean left his cock in park while Justin positioned himself behind
them and let the camera's auto-focus adjust.  The view screen resolved the
picture from a fuzzy mess to a crystal sharp image of Sean's dick buried up
to the balls inside Nathan, his hole still twitching uncontrollably in his
after-cum spasms.

	"OK man, pull it out, slowly..."

	Sean withdrew his cock, looking down as he did.  The shaft pulled
out dregs of his cum along with it and as soon as the head cleared the
opening a stream of white goo escaped before the lips could close to
contain it.  Justin filmed the nasty spooge as it descended to the bed.

	"Fucking nasty, dude!" shouted Sean, shaking the last few drops of
semen from his prick.  "You want a go, man?" he asked Justin.  "You haven't
cum yet..."

	"He shot without permission - he has to be punished first..."

	Sean laughed manically as Justin switched off the camera.

	"What do you have in mind?" he asked while still hovering over the
exhausted bottom.

	Justin gripped Nathan's arm, pulled him from the bed, and quickly
escorted him to the door.  The sudden movement caused droplets of spent cum
to fly off in every direction.  He opened the door and handed the camera to
Nathan.

	"You want me to let you borrow some clothes to walk home in,
bitch?"

	"Yes...yes sir..." stammered Nathan.

	"That would be pretty generous of me.  You certainly haven't shown
you deserve it.  I mean...you didn't follow my instructions..."

	Nathan sensed he should play along.

	"I'm sorry...please don't make me walk home like this..." he
begged, cum still causing him to squint painfully through one of his eyes.

	"I'll give you a second chance.  But you have to do something for
me first."

	"What?"

	"Take the camera and walk down the hall to the elevator.  Ride to
the lobby and let the elevator doors open.  You don't need to get out.
Then ride back up.  When you're done I'll let you back in.  I'll check the
camera to make sure you've followed instructions.  If you're lucky no one
will see you..."

	"What if they do?" he asked timidly.

	"Then you better hope they have a good sense of humor..."

	The enormity of what he was being asked to do set in.  Nathan had
lived in this building for over a year and they'd just signed a new lease.
He had friends in this apartment complex - people knew him.

	"Please...please don't make me do this..."

	Justin pushed him through the door and into the empty hall.  Nathan
was covered in semen, still half-hard, and carried the video camera in one
hand.

	"Go - go now!" Justin yelled.

	Nathan darted down the hall toward the elevator, shaking more jizz
from his body.  He stopped at the double doors and pushed the down button.
As he waited, he felt more of Sean's warm cum running down the inside of
his left leg.  He felt slightly sick as he watched the whitish strand ooze
past his ankle.  The bell rang and the doors opened.  He exhaled in relief
when he found the compartment empty.  Quietly stepping inside the elevator,
he felt as if his heart was about to leap from his chest.  The lift began
its descent...

	DING...4...

	DING...3...

	DING...2...

	DING...

	The sound of machinery and gears signaled the opening of the
massive doors.  Nathan took a deep breath to steady his nerves...

	Two guys, thankfully unknown to him, were waiting for the elevator.
Their mouths fell open at the sight standing in front of them.  As they
stared into the small compartment, Nathan frantically hit the button for
floor five over and over.

	"HOLY SHIT..." whispered one of the guys in shock.

	The other put his foot out to catch the doors as they began to
close.  He saw Nathan panic and tried to calm him...

	"Don't worry - we'll take the next one," he said.  Nathan feared he
was going to call the police when he saw the guy reach for his phone.
"Nobody's gonna fucking believe this," the guy added.  A flash of light
blinded Nathan as his nudity and shame were captured via camera phone.  The
guy removed his foot and allowed the doors to close.  Adrenaline overload
made Nathan feel light-headed as the lift began to ascend.

	Once on the fifth floor, he exited the elevator like a flash and
rushed to his room.  He pounded on the door and begged to be allowed
inside.  A few seconds later, Sean answered.  He opened the entrance only
slightly, using his body to block Nathan from entering for a few agonizing
seconds longer.

	"You do it?" he asked coldly.

	"Yeah, I did it...please let me in..."

	Sean let the humiliated boy inside.

	Taking the camera, Justin reviewed the last few minutes to verify
the story and confirm that his task had been completed.  They laughed
uncontrollably at the stunned look on the faces of the guys in the lobby.
Once they'd watched everything, they set it recording again.

	"Good job - maybe you can follow directions after all.  You want
some clothes now?  Do you want to go home?"

	Nathan looked confused - after all, he was home.  He remembered too
late that he was playing a character and by the time he thought to
improvise, Justin was speaking again...

	"...or do you want some more cum up that pussy of yours?"  Sean
snickered at the filthy language.  When Nathan noticed that both of them
were hard, his resolve failed him.

	"Yeah - I want that...I want more...please..."

	Justin handed the camera to Sean and reclined on his bed.

	"Maybe you should use the other bed..." Sean reasoned.  "It's
already got cum on it - you don't want to mess up both of 'em..."

	Justin found the logic sound and moved to Nathan's bed.  He tried
to avoid the puddles of semen but it was everywhere.  He motioned for his
real life roommate to join him...

	"Come on, fuckwad - climb on..."

	Nathan jumped on the bed and straddled his roommate.  His cock
responded as he lowered himself onto the hard pole underneath by swelling
to its full length and girth once more.  Justin leered at him as he sank
down to the balls.

	"Make me cum, bitch - and don't even think about shooting again..."

	The trio recorded some amazing footage over the next few minutes as
Nathan rode Justin's dick with absolute abandon, his own hard prick
unattended and flopping.  It wildly protruded from his denuded crotch and
precum seeped freely from the slit.  The pretend roommate actors constantly
teased Nathan over his desire for cock and inability to control himself.
Justin was incredibly worked up and ready to cum after fifteen minutes.
All three guys knew orgasm was looming when Justin started to yell
profanities at Nathan to go faster - to finish him off...

	"Do it, you little shit, get me off - ride it hard, fucking harder,
you whore - here it comes...AHHHH - FUCKKKKK!!!!!!"

	As Nathan felt Justin's juices explode inside him, a second load
was involuntarily pulled from his pounding dick.  Unfortunately, the first
shot hit Justin in the face.

	"You fucking faggot!!!" he screamed, still shooting inside his
roommate's cunt.  "I told you not to do that!!!"

	Justin increased the speed and upward force of his thrusts, forcing
more jizz from both of them, fucking Nathan almost vengefully.

	"Hell yeah, dude!" cried out Sean.  "Fuck him hard, man!  Don't
pull out!  Your cum is starting to foam up around his hole - this is
fucking amazing!!!"

	Nathan was repeatedly fucked and humiliated for the remainder of
the night until he was perpetually leaking jizz from his overused hole.
They had recorded far more footage than could fit on a single disc.  After
Sean's final load was deposited, Nathan was roughly shoved into the hallway
and told to go home.  By now, he was dazed, confused, and disconnected from
reality - not to mention dripping with semen.  He didn't know what to do
immediately.  Fortunately, he heard the word "cut" from inside the room and
he was invited back in, this time with back slaps of congratulations from
both Sean and Justin.

	"Dude, nice job!  You made one hell of a movie!" praised Justin.

	Nathan grinned nervously, still confused and completely exhausted.

	"We can start editing tomorrow," added Sean.  "You 'bout ready to
get to bed, Justin?  I'm totally wiped..."

	"Yeah, let's pick this up in the morning..."

	Nathan crawled to his cum soaked bed and made note to take the
linens to the laundry room tomorrow.  Sleep overtook him seconds later.

	The three spent much of the next two days transferring video to
Justin's computer, editing the footage, and burning the final product onto
several DVDs - including a copy for Sean to take with him as a "thank you"
for all his help.  Nathan spent much of that time on the floor at their
feet as they sat huddled together by the computer like new best friends.
The late night hours included more sex even though they didn't need
additional footage.  Nathan resigned himself to being their willing foot
slave, blowjob boy, and wet hole to plow.

EPILOUGE

	For the next two years, the bond between the roommates evolved
further with Justin taking additional steps to keep Nathan in check and
compliant, including exercises with more public and exhibitionist elements.
However, all things must end and this relationship was no different.  After
graduation, there was no built in reason for the guys to remain together
and they parted company amicably.

	Nathan found work in a laboratory performing chemical analyses of
samples for a health care group.  He began the process of officially
"coming out" shortly thereafter.  Like many others, he had a string of
short-lived dating experiences before developing an emotionally healthy,
conventional relationship with someone he met through an introduction
provided by a coworker.  It was and remains a relationship of equals.  The
perspective gained from the passage of time allowed him to evaluate the
lessons learned from his years with Justin.  Some of them he decided to
incorporate into his life.  The sexual repertoire between Nathan and his
new partner includes intense fantasy role-play featuring domination and
edging.

	Justin meandered around from job to job, changing addresses every
six months to a year, until he was well into his thirties.  He routinely
thought of Nathan - how could he not with the obscene number of homemade
DVDs he maintained in his possession?  Occasionally, he'd consider tracking
down his former roommate to relive old times, especially when he found
himself insanely horny and in need of release.  He always resisted that
urge.  He knew that his time with Nathan was over now - that he had moved
to the next phase of his life.  Justin's greatest hope was that he'd one
day find another with as much potential...

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTES AND LIST OF OTHER STORIES

	Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to let me know how
much you enjoy my posts.  A story of this length takes months to write -
having an idea, getting a first draft completed, and multiple rewrites for
editing - they all take many hours and it's satisfying to open your email
and discover people have actually read what you've worked so hard to
create.

	After my last post, however, I received one email that was not so
kind and I wanted to address that person's concerns in case others felt the
same.  It said, and I'm quoting directly from the email, "it's a pretty sad
celebration of homophobia...sorry, but that's what it is..."

	I think the reader missed the point.  The stories posted on this
archive are intended for fantasy purposes - not as self-help resources.  I
am proud to be a gay man, a man who has sex with other men without apology
or misgivings about myself, and no one should take my words to be an
indictment of gay sex.  In fact, I consider these stories a celebration of
sex.

	Theodore Geisel said "fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living,
it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.  Which
is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities."  Just as
in the real world I would never have unprotected sex with multiple
partners, I would never allow myself to be treated as poorly as my main
characters.  But fantasy gives us the opportunity to explore those ideas
safely, with our dignity and health still intact, and that's all I was
hoping to provide.

	Thanks again.

OTHER STORIES BY THIS AUTHOR ON NIFTY

	All of these posts may be found under the authoritarian section of
the Nifty archive.  You may need to check in the "index of stories prior
to..." pages to find them all.  Just use your browser's find function to
search for keywords in the title.  If you have problems locating them, let
me know via email at RickyF@triad.rr.com.

"Brian's Visit" - Completed - Full text in archive.
"Fresh Out Of Training" - Completed - Full text in archive.
"Teaching Daniel" - Everything but the last chapter is posted.
"Camping With Joey" - Chapter one only.