Introduction

This is my first attempt at writing a story for anyone else to read, even though I am a longtime reader and lurker.

Please be truthful but kind in your comments and feedback. It starts out slow but builds as it goes. I want to really thank those of you who have responded so far. You've been very encouraging, and I appreciate it.

This is a fantasy story in two senses of the word. Not only is it an erotic fantasy of two young men, but it is also a story of magic and the fantastic. It's not non-consensual even though it has strong authoritarian themes. It's the story of one young man who doesn't understand what he wants and what he needs. It's also the story of another young man with much more experience who is not only confident in his own needs but is able to see what his roommate needs and to help him find it. I have already written eleven chapters (and still haven't gotten past the third day). If I publish one chapter each week, I should be able to stay ahead of my readers.

I am using an anonymous name and an alternate email because some of the themes and situations in this story could easily be misconstrued if the reader didn't understand that this is a fantasy. For this reason, it may take a while to respond to any feedback, but I will get to it when I can. I welcome suggestions from readers, but remember that this is, at its heart, a love story. Whatever happens, Kieran and Jason are in love.

I will publish ancillary stories to expand on some of the other characters in this story, but I want to keep this story focused on Kieran and Jason. So far, it has been written entirely from Kieran's perspective. He's the one who can't see where their journey is headed. I have already written one chapter that covers Jason and Kieran's suitemates (Alonzo and Erik). I will publish that chapter after I have published the chapter in this story that introduces them. I have also written one chapter in this story that involves all four characters. It is currently written entirely from Kieran's point of view, but I'm trying to adapt it so that it switches back and forth between Kieran and Alonzo.

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Summary of Chapter 3

It would be best to go back and read chapter 3 if you haven't done so. If you want to dive in, here's a summary of last chapter.

After returning to the room after their date, Jason introduced Kieran to some of his alchemical concoctions. Then he fingered Kieran's ass until he came and put a plug in his ass. He made it clear that he was planning on fucking Kieran in the future and that he had to prepare his tight ass to be fucked.

My Roommate the Alchemist chapter 4 (Major Changes)

I woke up to the sound of Jason's alarm going off. His strong hand was stroking my side, sending shivers running up my spine. He kissed my cheek; his mouth felt warm on my face. Then his left hand slid down and rubbed my ass. I moaned softly. He made me feel safe and, if not loved, treasured, like he valued me. I don't know why I felt small in his arms. We were the same height, but he felt bigger. We were the same age, but he made me feel younger.

He gave my ass a firm smack and said, "Get up. We've got to get ready for our run."

I felt him get off the bed and I followed him. My penis was stiff as an iron rod again. My erection had returned with a vengeance. I felt like I was going to erupt. I was so horny that I couldn't think straight.

Jason smacked my erection, not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to make it bounce up and down.

"Ouch," I said, wincing, "That hurt a lot."

"Looking good, boy," he smiled. Then he kissed me hard. I melted into him and moaned.

He looked as good as he always did, with his slender musculature, the light coating of dark hair on his honey-colored skin and his swollen cock struggling to escape his black jock. His scent was stronger this morning, as if it has intensified overnight. I couldn't take my eyes off the outline of his beautiful cock. Jason gave a little laugh. His fingers touched my erection lightly and I shuddered.

"Let's take care of this erection first," he said. My face lit up, but he laughed again. "Not this one," he said, flicking my penis playfully on the head, causing me to wince a little. "This one," he said, moving my hand to his own cock which had swollen to its full turgid eight inches.

Jason put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees before him. My face was only inches from of his throbbing manhood. My face grew hot, and I swallowed hard. I felt a tightness in my chest and my tongue involuntarily came out and licked my lips. "You're an eager boy, this morning," Jason said, stroking the top of my head.

I didn't reply. I didn't trust myself not to ruin this moment. It seems so much like a fantasy, me kneeling before another man, ready to take him in my mouth. I feared that I would wake up if I said anything, and my life would go back to its mundane and sexless routine. I reached for his cock, but Jason's hands caught mine before I could touch him. I looked up and he was shaking his head.

"You have to ask me first, boy," he said.

Goddamn! I thought. That's so sexy. I looked up at him and put on my most eager face.

"Please," I said. "Can I suck your cock?" Jason said nothing. He looked down at me expectantly.

"Sir," I added. "Can I please suck your cock, sir?"

Jason released my hands from his firm grip. He smiled down at me like he was proud of me, like I'd just passed a milestone. As for me, I felt a chill run down my spine, like I had taken an irrevocable step on a path I couldn't see. But when I looked into Jason's eyes, everything felt like it would be alright.

"You're learning, boy," he said. "You now have my permission to suck my cock. Start by taking down my jock."

I put my hands on the waistband, but Jason smacked my hand lightly. "Use your teeth boy."

I moved my mouth to his waistband and grabbed it with my teeth. I had no experience using my mouth this way, so it took a while for me to figure it out, but I managed to work the jock over his hips and his firm, round ass. Once I had pulled it down to his ankles, I bent down to take it off his feet. Jason kindly lifted his foot each time to allow me easier access.

"Don't leave my jock on the floor," he ordered. "Carry it over to the hamper."

When I started to get up, he said, "No, boy. Crawl over there and back."

My ears turned red, and the warmth suffusing my skin told me that I was blushing. I don't know why I did it, but I picked his jock up in my mouth and crawled over to the hamper. My erect cock was so hard it bounced against my abdomen. When I turned around, I saw that Jason was seated on the side of the bed. I crawled over and placed my hands on his muscled thighs. It seemed the right thing to do, so I looked up at him and asked, "Please sir, can I suck your beautiful cock now."

"Yes, boy," he replied, with a smile. "You may begin. I like how you respected my cock there. You should always make it clear how you feel about it. A man likes to hear his boy respecting his cock, showing how much, he loves it."

I couldn't hold back. I took hold of his cock and began to kiss it from the tip to the root. I licked up the shaft and then down again. My trembling fingers took hold of his scrotum, and I began to suck the head of his cock while I gently fondled his balls. Despite me draining them twice last night, they seemed full. My balls were swollen and a little painful, despite having cum myself last night. Not really an orgasm, I thought. It had been something else, something wonderful that still left me wanting more.

My other hand slowly pulled the skin on his shaft down, exposing the pink, triangular head. The spicy and musky scent coming from his groin filled my nose; the taste of his cock filled my mouth. I almost swooned. Each time I'd tasted Jason, he'd tasted better to me. I was very careful not to scrape his shaft with my teeth this time. I must have succeeded because he moaned in pleasure, but never once gasped in pain.

I moved my mouth down over his shaft and managed to get about half of his cock into my mouth. I felt Jason's hands on my head. Suddenly, he was pushing my head down lower. When his cock grazed my tonsils, I started to gag. Jason held my head fast as I tried to pull my head up, pushing me lower, cutting off my breath.

"Unnngh!," I cried around his cock. I thought he was going to choke me. I let go of his testicles and put my hands on his hips, trying to push him away so I could back my head off his cock.

"Stop fighting me boy," he ordered. He applied less pressure and allowed me to raise my head a few inches.

"We're going to do that again, boy," he said. "The only way to train your throat is to practice. Trust me. I won't let you choke enough to pass out."

For some reason, I did trust him. And I couldn't deny that I wanted to be able to take his whole cock in my mouth. Even as he slid his cock into my throat deep enough to make me gag, I trusted him. We picked up a rhythm. I would gently suck on the tip of his cock then slide my mouth down as far as I could. Jason would then take over and pull my head lower. I'd choke and gag and then he would relent, allowing us to start the cycle over again. After several minutes, I noticed that my nose was buried in his pubic hair. The entire eight inches of his shaft was buried in my throat. This began a new rhythm.

Jason stroked my hair gently and said, "You're doing a good job, boy. Keep it up and I'll give you your morning treat."

I felt a swelling pride at his praise. I was giving pleasure to my man, and he was pleased with me. My excitement continued to grow; my penis throbbed; but with no one touching it I had no relief.

Jason grabbed my head firmly and pulled it down to his groin and held it there. I could feel all his muscles tense and his shaft expand and contract. He was cumming. I couldn't taste his spunk. It was shooting straight down my throat, without stopping to tickle my taste buds. Eventually he relented and allowed me to pull back enough to breath. My eyes were red. My nose was running. Jason gave me that smile that made my knees go weak.

"Clean me up, boy," he said. I eagerly licked up all the spunk on his shaft. Then I cleaned his scrotum. It had become drenched with a combination of cum and my saliva. I took my time and moaned while I worked. I wanted Jason to know how much I loved his cock.

"Get up now, boy," he said.

He made us some more tea. Once again, I noticed that he added different powders to his tea and mine. He also took out a bottle of store-bought multivitamins and put them in two small cups. He then opened some other bottles and pulled out pills. Some of the pills he added to both cups; others he added to one or the other. When the tea was done, he handed me the small cup of pills and one of the cups of tea. He took the other two cups.

"Take your medicine, boy," he growled.

His tone did not invite discussion, and I didn't argue. Despite any misgivings I may have held, I swallowed the pills and washed them down with the tea. I was either going to trust Jason, or I wasn't. I'd decided that I would. He'd told me that he would make the right decisions for me. It was hard to let go, but I did.

"Good boy," he said, patting my head. I felt a warm glow inside, whether from the tea or from his praise I couldn't be sure. I knew that I liked that feeling.

Jason looked at me with a serious expression. He said, "In about five minutes, you're going to need to use the restroom, just like yesterday. Go sit in the bathroom now, before our suitemates get in there. I don't know if they're here yet, but we don't want to take any chances."

"Yes, sir," I replied. I felt a tingle in my groin and a throb in my penis when I called him sir. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. I doubted that our suitemates were here yet. The alarm had read 7:00 AM when Jason had awakened me.

It took very little time, probably the five minutes Jason had promised, before I felt the same rumbling cramps in my abdomen that I had felt last night. My bowels exploded, although with less force than before. When the cramping ceased, I stood up and wiped. The tissue came away clean. I used a wipe anyway since Jason had had me use one last night, and I wanted to be a good boy as Jason had said. I noticed that the bowl of the toilette was only about half as full as it had been after my last dose of Jason's tea.

When I came back into the room, I saw that Jason had opened my gym bag and pulled my old track shorts from the bag. They were the thin silky kind that are popular among some runners. He'd also pulled out my running shoes. Jason was sitting on the bed, holding a short slender rod on one hand and jar of some sort of lotion in the other. He motioned me forward.

"Come here boy," he said. "We have to get you ready for our morning run."

I walked across the room quickly. Jason took my hand and pulled me down across his lap. My erection was pushed against his knee, making me groan with a combination of pain and pleasure. Jason stroked my butt cheeks with one hand and then pulled them apart. I could feel his finger rubbing around my rosebud. I felt something cold, probably the lotion, on my sphincter. Jason pushed it inside with his finger.

He continued to add more lotion and push it inside me, and said, "I have to get you ready for my cock, boy. This lotion will increase the resilience and pliability of your hole. I don't want there to be any damage when I fuck you the first time. This little butt plug will help to stretch you out a little. I'm starting with the smallest size, but we'll work up a few sizes until you can enjoy it as much as I plan to."

I was glad of that. I knew Jason was going to want to fuck me. I probably wanted it worse than he did. As I'd mentioned, I had no experience with anal action. Every time I looked at Jason's cock, I felt a twinge of doubt about the improbability of him fitting inside me.

I felt the plug pushing against my anus. I had gotten a good look at it when I'd walked over. It was long and narrow, curved with a rounded tip at one end. The other end had a much larger knob, separated from the small cylinder of the end by a much narrower groove. I could tell from the shape what its function was. I felt him push the rounded tip into my anus. The lotion must have acted like a lubricant because the wand slipped inside easily. I moaned it pain as he pushed the larger knob through my hole, but my groin tightened. I was leaking precum like a faucet. Once the device was nestled firmly in place, Jason smacked my ass hard enough to make me yelp. He laughed and said, "I've got to mark my property."

"Get up now, pretty boy," he said. "We've got to get dressed for our run."

I got up and waited for Jason's instructions. I knew he would tell me what he wanted me to do. I grimaced from the pressure in my anus. The plug Jason had put in me was pressing against a magic spot inside. It felt warm, and it made me feel warm.

Jason handed me my running shorts.

"Put them on, boy," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate. This was the first time I'd been allowed to put clothes on since we'd come back from the movie last night. I pulled them up. They felt looser than they had when I'd run track back in high school. They still snuggled my ass. My penis was so hard that it made an obscene tent in the front.

I picked up my shoes and went to drawer to find some socks, but when I opened the top drawer, there were no socks to be seen. No underwear, either.

"Jason," I asked, "Where are my socks and underwear?"

Jason calmly replied, "I got rid of them, boy. You won't be wearing those anymore."

I started to object, then I felt Jason's hand hit my ass with a resounding slap that hurt like hell. It was the hardest he'd ever hit me, and I was shocked to say the least. I was shocked, but my penis twitched, and I felt a small spurt of liquid seep out into the lining of my shorts.

"You forgot the sir," he said with a stern look. "I'll have to discipline you for that later. Now put your shoes on."

I blushed from my head to my toes. I was angry that Jason had been so harsh with me, and that he'd hit me hard, but I was even more upset that I had made him angry enough to do. At the back of my head, I had a nagging thought. Why did I hear an echo of Uncle Craig in my mind whenever Jason was disciplining me?

I felt like a failure. I sat on the bed, pulled my shoes on, and tied them. I looked around for a shirt but didn't see one. Obviously, Jason didn't want me to wear one, and there was no way I was going to ask. Jason had gotten dressed. I noticed that his stylish shorts came down to mid-thigh and that he wore a t-shirt. He also had socks between his feet and his shoes.

"Come here, boy," he directed.

I walked over to where he was standing. He turned me to face the mirror. I saw myself standing next to Jason, almost naked. Aside from my running shoes, I wore only skimpy running shorts that were so tight you could see my raging erection outlined clearly. The front of my shorts was moistened with precum from my leaking penis. Jason rubbed my ass cheeks and smiled. "Now we're ready to go for a run," he said. "Let's go. Later I'll buy you some replacement underwear – something sexy."

I smiled at the thought of Jason dressing me up to make me sexy for him. All he wants in return, whispered a voice at the back of my mind, is to have total control. I told the voice to shut up.

No one was in the common areas of the dorm at 8:00 AM on a Saturday morning, the last weekend before school began. So, no one witnessed my humiliation as I walked alongside Jason, his arm around my waist, two fingers of his hand dipping below the waistband of my skimpy shorts with the index finger pointing at the outline of my obviously hard penis. We walked out onto the sidewalk and Jason set off at a brisk pace, calling for me to keep up. That shouldn't be too hard. Jason had said that he'd been a duelist (whatever that was) in high school; I'd run track for four years.

But I'd never run with a plug in my ass before. With every step, it moved inside me, stretching me out and pressing on my prostate, causing me to leak constantly. Before we had gone more than a half mile, my shorts had gotten so wet that precum was beginning to leak through the lining and down my legs. I thought I would die if anyone saw me. There's no way that it was going to look like sweat, especially not if it started to dry.

There was a track that ran around the campus, and there was a little park along the north side, behind the fraternity houses. In the park was a huge, weeping willow tree. Jason dragged me off the path and pulled me under the overhanging branches where we would be partially obscured from casual observation.

"Break time," he said. He sat down on the ground with his back resting against the trunk and gestured towards his crotch. "Blow me," he said.

By now I had learned not to disobey my roommate. I was just surprised that he was ready to go again. I wondered if one of those pills he'd taken was some kind of herbal Viagra. I didn't need to be able to think for what I was about to do, so I set aside my musings and dropped to my knees. I began fumbling with his shorts. He stopped me with his hand.

"Take your shorts off first," he whispered. "From now on, unless I say different, you will strip down completely before you blow me."

I hesitated only for moment. I hoped that Jason didn't notice that I hadn't obeyed him immediately. I pulled my shorts down. He was holding out his hand, so I handed them to him. Then I pulled his shorts down. Since he was seated, I couldn't do it with my teeth, but Jason didn't object when I used my hands. I slipped them down to his knees. I saw that he was wearing the black jock under his shorts. No flopping around for him while we ran.

At the last moment, I remembered Jason's orders. I looked into his eyes and said, "Can I suck your beautiful cock, sir?" He smiled that sexy smile of his and replied, "You may suck my cock, boy."

I swallowed him to the best of my ability. I think I managed to get more of it into my mouth than I had this morning, at least more than I had without Jason's help. I felt fear in my heart. I was naked in the park, crouching beneath the wispy branches of a large willow. It was unlikely that we would be seen from the road, but anyone walking off the path near the tree would get an eyeful. They would see me with my face buried in another man's crotch, sucking his cock like it was a popsicle.

Afraid of getting caught, I didn't spend a lot of time making love to Jason's cock. I sucked on it like a man dying of thirst trying to get the last drop of water through a straw. It didn't take long before I was rewarded with his cum flooding into my mouth. I slurped it down greedily.

When I had devoured the last droplets of cum from his shaft, his pubic hair, and his scrotum, he said, "Put me away first' then I'll let you put your shorts back on."

I eased his black straps back up so that the pouch covered his cock. Then I worked his shorts up over his hips. He handed me my shorts, soppy with my own precum. I stared at the slimy wetness in dismay. I hadn't realized how obvious they were.

Jason shrugged and said, "Suck the precum out of your shorts, then put them back on." He made it sound like the only possible solution. Maybe it was. I didn't see another answer myself. I moved them to my mouth and began lapping at the pool of precum. To get it all, I had to turn them inside out. I pushed the liner into my mouth and sucked it clean. I preferred the taste of Jason's cum over my own, but I was beginning to like mine as well. My cock jerked again as I thought, I could have been eating my own cum for years.

When I had gotten them as clean as I could, I pulled them up over my shoes and worked them up my legs and over my hips. The front of the shorts was still obviously wet, but no cum was visible. Maybe people would think I'd just been sweating a lot.

We came out from under the tree and started running again. We must have been more than halfway along Jason's chosen route because it didn't take us as long to finish the run as it had taken for us to run to the park. When we got back to the dorm, it was 9:00 in the morning. A few of our dormmates were up and about, but there was a subdued air as many of them were obviously suffering from hangover.

The bottom floor of our dorm held the dining hall, a few lounges, and the other public areas, including a minimart (like a small convenience store that was open from 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM) and the snack room I'd visited last night. The 2^nd and 4^th floors housed female students and the 3^rd and 5^th housed male students. We were on the 3^rd floor.

We entered the building, and I noticed a cute Latino boy walking towards us. He averted his eyes from my own, but I was sure that he spent some time staring at the outline of my erection. A few moments after we'd passed him, I glanced over my shoulders to get a look at his backside. I noticed that he was just turning back around himself. He must have been watching us as well. The boy had a cute butt squeezed into tight designer jeans.

"Like what you see?" Jason whispered in my ear.

I blushed and admitted, "Yes, I did. He was cute, but not really my type."

We stopped in the hallway and Jason kissed me full on the lips. His hand went down the back of my shorts and his fingers wiggled the plug in my butt. I moaned. If anyone had been in the hallway, they would have seen everything.

Jason held me in his arms and said, "You're experienced enough to have a type now?" He pretended to be jealous, but his smile betrayed his teasing.

"I do," I replied, leaning against him. I lay my head on his shoulder and added "I like masculine guys, with hot bodies and giant cocks."

Jason's lips crushed mine and his hand slid up the legs of my shorts. "I should drop your pants right here in the hallway and let you show me how much you like giant cocks."

I could feel Jason's cock pressing into my own. He bit my neck, leaving fresh marks atop the love bites from last night. His fingers slid down to my nipples and pinched them. I groaned and my cock leaked a steady stream of precum, soaking my shorts again.

I whispered in Jason's ear, "I really like giant Taiwanese cocks. At least there's one that I can't get enough of." My hand pressed against his erection. I never would have been this forward in the past. I still wouldn't have dared if there had been any possibility that we could be seen or overheard.

Jason kissed me again. He pulled his hand out from my shorts and smacked my butt, then he said, "I guess I have a type as well. I like beautiful little redheads with pouty lips."

I had no idea what I looked like at that point. If I did, I would have been mortified. I was dressed in the skimpiest of shorts and they were soaked with glistening precum. My erection tented the shorts. My lips were puffy from the rough kisses and from the two times this morning I'd sucked Jason's cock. My neck and chest were covered with last night's hickeys and this morning's fresher, redder ones. No one looking at us could have failed to know what we'd been up to.

We walked up the stairs, with Jason's arm around my shoulders. As we walked down the hall towards our room, I felt Jason's arm slide around my waist again, his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. Only a few students were awake on our floor, but those who were awake stared as we walked past. No one said anything until we came across one guy roaming the hall in his boxers. He had the broad build and heavy muscles of a jock. His short, blonde hair was mussed, and he had a three-day scruff. When we walked past him, he grabbed his sizable package and yelled, "Good job bro! Tap that ass!"

Then he gave Jason a high five. Everyone in the hallway began to laugh. Several others offered Jason a high five as we passed. They ignored me, like everyone knew that Jason was the man, and I was his prize. They weren't wrong, but I was the one who felt like a winner.

It wasn't all good. I distinctly heard someone say, "Faggots!" His disgust was clear in his voice.

Jason stopped, which means I also stopped. He looked around but didn't seem to find the asshole who'd shouted out.

"That's right," Jason said loudly, looking around like he was daring anyone to challenge him. Then he turned me towards him and locked his lips on mine in front of everyone. He gave my butt a playful smack. Most of the guys on the floor whooped and cheered.

Jason guided me to the door and into our room.

We'd barely gotten in the room; the door wasn't even closed all the way. Jason looked at me and said, "Strip naked, boy."

He didn't yell, but he didn't whisper either. My ears reddened at the thought that some of our hallmates had heard him. He seemed determined to out me to everyone, not just as his boyfriend, but as his submissive boy. Why did that idea send a thrill running through my cock?

I didn't argue. Something about Jason's domineering attitude resonated inside me. I quickly dropped my shorts and put them in the hamper. Jason went to his desk and picked up a hardbound notebook and a pen. He opened it to the first page and wrote something on it before handing both the book and the pen to me. "This is your journal, boy," he said. "Sit at your desk and prepare to take notes."

I opened the book to the first page and noticed that it said, "Kieran's Journal." I sat down in my chair, my naked butt pressing against the wooden chair, the plug in my ass pressing against my prostate.

"Turn to the second page," Jason said.

I did and I saw a blank page. Jason sat down at his desk and turned to face me.

He commanded, "At the top of page two, write Rules for Jason's Boy."

Once I'd written the title, Jason said, "I'm going to give you some rules. Some of them may seem strange to you. You may not understand their purpose, but these rules are essential for us moving forward."

Jason sounded like he was lecturing me. "The first rule is: In our relationship, Jason is the man; I am his boy. Jason makes the decisions. He may ask for my opinion, but it is not my place to hesitate or to question him."

I had already figured out this was what Jason had meant when he asked if I wanted to be his boy. Despite the humiliations of this morning, I didn't hesitate. Had I been embarrassed? Yes. Had been more excited than I'd ever been in my life? Yes.

He continued, "The second rule is: I will always obey Jason without question or hesitation."

I thought about it for a second and then put pen to paper. I had been doing just this since yesterday. As uncomfortable as it made me, I felt good when I did what Jason told me to do.

Jason looked into the distance, like he was thinking deeply, then said very carefully, "The third rule is: I will always show respect towards Jason. I will always address him as sir. This does not mean that I cannot address him by name, but that I must append the honorific sir to each address."

At first, I'd felt cold, like I was being turned into a servant, but I felt better when he'd finished. I was allowed to use Jason's name. I just had to make sure to add sir. That wasn't too different from my interactions with Uncle Craig. I decided to file that fact away somewhere I would never have to think about it. I did not like the way my dick had twitched when I thought about Jason and Uncle Craig in the same image.

Jason looked deep into my eyes as he said, "The fourth rule is: I will never deny Jason. If someone asks, I will admit to them that Jason is my man, that I suck his cock, that he fucks me in the ass and that I obey him."

This was shocking. Jason was going to require me to out myself to anyone who asked. He'd not hesitated when the someone in the hallway had called me a faggot. He'd accepted the insult for both of us. Jason had done more than admit it; he'd owned it, like he was daring anyone to challenge him on it. If I was just going to have to be out at school, I had no problem with this rule. That's why I was glad that my uncle lived so far away from the college. I wrote down the rule.

Jason continued, "The fifth rule is: I will remain naked in our room unless Jason directs me to put clothes on. Then I will wear whatever he has directed me to wear without question or hesitation."

Being naked made me feel weak and submissive. I assumed that was Jason's plan. I don't know why I liked being vulnerable around him, but I couldn't deny that I did. So far there was nothing I couldn't live with.

Jason allowed me to catch up to his words. "The sixth rule is: Jason will decide if I am allowed an orgasm. As his boy, every part of my body belongs to him because he is my man. I will never attempt to give myself an orgasm except as directed by Jason."

This one was harder for me. Could I surrender control of my penis to Jason, even if he was my man? Was I to have no rights in this relationship? Was it even a relationship? Then I remembered how Jason had taken care of me, had petted me, and stroked me, and treated me like I was something he valued. I remembered that strange, but exciting orgasm he'd given me the last night. It was a major step, but I knew that I wanted to see where this `relationship' would lead.

Jason gave me time to think. He didn't say anything until I wrote the rule down, then he said, "The seventh rule is: This is not a game. There is no safe word. I can refuse to follow any of Jason's orders at any time. At that time, I will no longer be Jason's boy. Our relationship will have ended, and Jason will not agree to take me back."

"Wow!" I thought. "This was serious. I can object to none of the rules unless I want to break it off permanently." I looked questioningly at Jason, looking for any sign that there was room for negotiation. He raised an eyebrow and stared at me with a stern expression on his face. It was the moment of truth. What did I want? It all came down to that essential question. Jason had more experience than me. He had more confidence than me. Did I trust Jason to teach me, to make decisions for me? Did I trust him enough to surrender to him?

I put my pen to the paper and wrote down rule seven. I felt like I had just sealed my fate. My stomach was twisted in knots, but my cock was throbbing and the plug in my ass was sending waves of pleasure through my body. My chair was drenched with a puddle of precum. I told myself that I had made the right decision.

Jason stood up and held out his arms.

He said, "Kieran, I'm proud of you. You may not realize it, yet, but you've made the best choice possible for a boy like you."

I stood up and he pulled me into an embrace, his strong arms wrapping around my body and holding me tight. He kissed me then, a long, sensual kiss. I surrendered to him. His hands ran down my back and cupped my naked buttocks, pulling me against him, heedless of the mess my leaking cock was making on his legs.

"Jason, can I ask a question, sir?" I stammered shyly.

My man ran one warm hand down my cheek and cupped my jaw. "Let's sit on the bed and then you have my permission to ask as many questions as you like," he replied.

We moved to the bed. Jason pulled me next to him so we could cuddle while we talked. His hand rested on my thigh; his fingers stroked gently on the innermost part. He took my scrotum into his hand and gently rolled my swollen balls around between his fingers. He seemed intent on touching me everywhere except on my painfully erect shaft. This teasing was frustrating me and exciting me at the same time.

I wasn't sure how the rules worked, so I decided to say sir with each question. "Sir, fifth rule says that I will always be naked in the room. What if someone comes into the room?"

Jason kissed my lips, then answered, "Lex ipsa loquitur; the rule speaks for itself. You will be naked unless I give you permission to wear clothes. If you want to have a guest over, you'll have to explain to them why you are naked. If I have guests over, I will determine whether you will be naked or not. Is that clear?"

I wasn't sure what he meant. Would he be bringing other students in to see me naked? The thought terrified me, but my penis seemed to like it. I felt a shudder. I could have shot a load right then, if only Jason would touch my cock. Would he tell me to get dressed when he had guests over, even if he did reserve the right to expose me? I was afraid to ask for clarification since he'd already answered the question once.

"It's clear enough, sir," I said.

"Sir, does the fourth rule mean that I have to tell everyone that I'm gay?" I hadn't even admitted it aloud until yesterday. "I don't know if I'm ready for everyone to know."

Jason flicked the head of my penis sharply. I flinched.

"You don't have to go around making announcements," he said. "But if someone asks if I'm your boyfriend, you will say yes. If someone asks if you're sucking my cock, you will say yes. If someone asks if I'm fucking you, you will say yes. If someone asks why you always do what I tell you to, you will tell them that I am your man and that means you always obey me."

"Okay," I sighed. "I mean, yes sir."

He flicked the head of my penis again.

"That's for forgetting the sir," he said. "You caught it, so I only gave you one flick. If I catch it before you do, expect more severe discipline."

"Yes sir," I replied smartly.

My penis wouldn't be able to take too much of this punishment. I'd have to learn to watch my mouth.

"I was wondering, sir," I said, "If rule six meant I won't be allowed to cum. I've been on the internet. The idea of chastity play is exciting in theory, but I don't know if I can take it for long periods of time. I'm so fucking horny around you that I'm in constant need."

Jason thought about my question, like he was trying to figure out how to answer. Finally, he said, "That question will have to be answered in multiple parts. The first answer is that you can't ask me about orgasms."

He went to flick the head of my penis again but stopped just before doing it.

"I'm going to let it slide this time because I said that I would answer your questions. You will have orgasms, but they may not as frequent as you're used to. A boy should always be horny for his man. A horny boy is more eager to please. The only orgasms you will ever have will be given to you by me. You will not try to give yourself an orgasm, and you will never get one from another person because you will always be loyal to me."

He stopped and thought for a moment, then continued. "You should know that I will not be sucking your penis, at least not often. It's so cute that I may be able to resist. Nor will I be stroking you to climax. You will orgasm, when your horniness grows great enough – unless I've given you something to prevent it, that is. Don't worry. You'll discover all the many ways a boy can orgasm without any stroking or rubbing. Remember last night? That was one way. I think you'll come to see that these other orgasms will be more pleasurable for you."

I realized that I had to pee. I hadn't noticed because my cock was so hard. Now my bladder had become full enough that a hardon wasn't going to get in the way. I got up from the bed. The pressure in my bladder was overwhelming. I started to move towards the door, but Jason grabbed my arm. I turned with a confused look on my face.

Jason smiled and said, "Don't worry. You can go, but you have to ask my permission first if you're leaving my presence."

"Yes sir," I said with a sad whine, dancing from leg to leg. He held on to my arm and continued looking me in the eye. He didn't say anything. I thought I was going to pee on the floor, it hurt so bad. Suddenly, I realized what he was waiting for. "Jason, can I please go to the bathroom?" I cried.

Jason let go of my arm and said, "Yes, boy, you may."

I ran into the bathroom between our room and our suitemates' room. I was standing lifting the seat so I could piss when I felt Jason's hand on my shoulder. "Sit down," he said. I didn't argue. I turned around and sat down, shoving my penis between my legs, and pointing it down into the bowl. Jason stood in front of me and a slowly pulled down his shorts and his black straps, exposing his erect cock. "When you get me aroused," he said, "You have to take care of it for me."

He didn't have to ask me twice. Despite the pain in my own groin from the forceful stream of piss that was splashing into the bowl, I leaned forward and skinned back his foreskin, then swallowed him as deep as I could. He must have been as excited as I had been. I only had to suck his cock for a few minutes before he began flooding my mouth with his delicious cum. That was the third time this morning I'd sucked him dry, plus twice last night. In that time, I'd had one orgasm. It was the best and strangest orgasm of my life, but Jason didn't seem to be kidding about the lack of frequency, or about keeping me horny all the time.

I was done pissing and I was just finishing cleaning the last few drops of cum from Jason's cock. I started to pull away, but Jason's hands held my head in a firm grip. He looked down at me, sitting on the toilet with his cock in my mouth. I tried to pull back as I felt the first trickles of his piss in my mouth.

He commanded sternly, "Don't spill a drop. If you do, I have to spank you and then make you lick up the mess."

The trickle in my mouth became a flood. As much as I loved the taste of Jason's cum, I did not love the musty taste of his piss. I was afraid to disappoint my man, and a little afraid of making him unhappy. I had no doubt that he would do as he'd threatened. I was choking on his piss and swallowing as fast as I could manage. His bladder seemed to be as full as mine had been. I felt a thin drizzle drip from the corners of my mouth, and I moved my fingers up to wipe them off and to stem the flow. Finally, the stream slowed back to a trickle, and I was able to keep up with it. Jason didn't let go of my head until I had cleaned the last drop. "Good boy," he said and patted my head.

I think he could see how much I didn't like the taste. He laughed at me and patted my cheek. "Wait right here," he said. He left me sitting there, naked on the toilet, the taste of his piss in my mouth. When he returned, he held my toiletry bag and a small case of his own. He pulled out a tiny orange pill and pushed it into my mouth.

"Chew it and swish it around in your mouth," he said. "You can swallow it when it's done its work."

I chewed the little orange pill, and it began to foam in my mouth. Immediately the flavor of orange and cloves filled my mouth. I swirled the foam around until it lost its foamy consistency and turned into a spicy orange liquid. I swallowed it. The taste of piss was gone. I ran my tongue around my mouth and my teeth felt clean. My mouth now tasted like Jason's mouth always did.

Jason looked down at me and said, "Much better than mouthwash or toothpaste, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir," I agreed.

"These are mine," he said. "I'll make you some of your own when I get the chance. I guess you don't want yours to taste like my piss?"

I shook my head vigorously and said, "No sir." He laughed a little and said, "Maybe I can make them taste like my cum." He waggled his eyebrows at me. "You seem to really like that flavor."

I blushed, then whispered, "I do, sir. I love the taste of your cum."

"Good," he said. "A boy should love the taste of his man."

He handed me a little tin with about two dozen of the orange pills inside. "These are for you. You won't need toothpaste or mouthwash so long as you use these. You can also use one whenever you drink my piss, or any piss for that matter."

He saw the look of distaste on my face and gave me a stern look. "Yes," he said, "You will be drinking my piss. That is one of the duties a boy owes his man. You'll also be drinking your own. I'll give you a bottle to use when you have to pee, and you can drink it when you're alone."

"Yes sir," I said without much enthusiasm. I wasn't looking forward to this duty, but I had already proven that I could do it.

"There is one more rule," Jason said. "Actually, it is not a separate rule. It falls under the first rule." He put my toiletry bag on the counter next to the sink. "You need to remove all the hair from your face and body, leaving only the eyebrows, eyelashes and the hair on your head. You have a choice to make. You can use your razor. If you make that choice, you will have to shave your body every day, and you will be disciplined every time I find a single hair. The second choice is easier but will require a show of dedication on your part."

He opened his case and pulled out a squat glass jar filled with some sort of cream. "You can choose to use this cream," he said. "It will remove your hair easily, leaving only a tingling sensation, but it will remove it permanently. It will never grow back, and you'll be smooth and hairless for the rest of your life. If you choose this option, be careful. You want to get every surface with unwanted hair, but you want to avoid the hair you want to keep. Just rub it on in a generous coat and let it dry. In a few minutes, it will turn dry and chalky. Once that happens, you can rinse it off in the shower. It won't be active anymore, so you won't have to be so careful at that point."

He set the jar down on the counter and gestured for me to stand up.

"Turn around," he said. Then he took hold of the plug in my ass and pulled it out. I gasped as the large knob at the end stretched my hole to its limit. "Don't forget your delicious hole," he whispered in my ear.

He took the plug and turned to leave.

"Make sure to lock the door when I'm gone. I think our neighbors have arrived." Then he shut the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I locked the door and stared into the mirror. I wasn't sure that I wanted to remove my body hair. I was sure that I didn't want to disappoint Jason. Would it be so bad? I'd be embarrassed in the locker room, but Jason was going to embarrass me anyway. A small voice inside me whispered, you love it when Jason embarrassed you. That voice was not wrong.

Jason had made it clear that I had no choice about whether I was going to remove my body hair. If I wanted to be with him, I would do it. The only choice was about the method of hair removal. Did I want to remove it permanently? Did I want to add enough time to my morning routine to shave my entire body every day?

I mulled the three choices over in my head. I could use the razor every day. I could use the cream, but there would be no going back after that. I could also just tell Jason no. He said that I could. But that would mean that we would no longer have any sexual contact at all. I had been a virgin until last night. I didn't want to go back to that sexless existence. Since meeting Jason, whole new worlds of experience had opened up to me.

Who was I kidding? Even if I had cum only once to Jason's five so far, I didn't want to give Jason up. His smell alone did crazy things to my dick and to my mind. Okay. I wasn't going to say no. And if I was going to say yes, I should probably do it the easy way. I reached for the cream.

It took me 20 minutes to apply the cream everywhere. I used the mirror to make sure that I covered my face and neck, then I moved to the full-length mirror so I could see myself as I covered the front of my body. The cream was tingling. It felt kind of nice. I was able to get my ass and legs – I was pretty flexible even then – but I could not reach my back. Why was Jason making me do this myself? Wouldn't it be easier if he'd just done it himself? I twisted and turned, but my arms didn't bend that far. I opened the door just a crack and peered into our room. I saw Jason doing something with the many bottles on top of his dresser.

"Jason," I said. "Sir. I can't reach my back."

Jason stopped what he was doing. He came into the bathroom and saw that my front was covered in the cream. He smiled and kissed my forehead, being careful not to get any of the cream on his face.

"Don't worry, boy," he said. "I've got you."

He reached into the toilet bag and pulled out a small bamboo paddle. He used it to cover my back. He then slid it between my butt cheeks to make sure there was plenty of cream in there as well. He moved to my front and began to touch up places where I hadn't put enough.

"You know, boy," Jason said, "You won't be punished if you need my help to do something. I'm your man and it's one of my duties – and my pleasures – to be able to help you when you need it."

He set the paddle in the sink and closed the jar, being careful to touch it only with his fingers. (I'd left it messy with cream as I was working.

"Now we wait," he said.

I stood still while the cream dried. True to Jason's words, it dried in about 20 minutes. It was like the liquid in the cream had been absorbed into my skin, leaving behind a chalky residue. Jason kept getting up to examine me, even having me pull my butt cheeks apart so he could peer inside. When he'd decided it was time, he said, "Go into the shower and rinse it all off."

I jumped in and turned on the water. The chalky residue washed off easily, like it was dissolving in the water. The skin underneath was smooth and soft. When I was done, Jason handed me a towel and I dried off.

I caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror when I stepped out of the shower. I paused to take a good long look. I looked strange, like an overgrown boy with a decidedly adult sized cock. In fact, my dick looked bigger with no hair surrounding it. I ran my hands across my smooth body. My skin felt more alive than I could ever remember it. My penis began to swell. I wanted to stroke it to orgasm, to reclaim a little of my bodily control, but Jason was standing there with me.

Damn! I thought. I look strange, but also sexy as fuck.

My pale skin looked like porcelain. The cream seemed to have also removed my freckles and enough layers of dead skin to make me even whiter than I had been. I noticed that the coppery blonde hair on my head stood out against my pale skin. It was also a little longer than I liked, and it was beginning to curl. I'd have to get a haircut soon.

Jason stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my naked body. His hands slid slowly down my chest and then across my pelvis just above my hairless cock. His other hand slid down my back and stroked my anus. A wave of pleasure ran straight to my cock. A clear drop of precum appeared at the tip and began to dangle from the head. He kissed my neck and squeezed me tight around the waist. I noticed that he was about half an inch taller than me.

"I love you like this," he said. "You're even more beautiful than you were before."

He began to grind his cock against my ass. I could feel how hard he was even through the double layer of his jock and his shorts. My knees felt weak.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered in my ear. My erect cock was aching with need as my body responded to him. Jason had given me the choice, and I felt that I had made the right choice for me. I also knew that it was the choice Jason had wanted me to make.