Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2015 17:39:25 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Becoming my Flatmates Bitch part 6

Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
M/m, college, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).
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Part 06

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Now it's been two weeks since I started counting down the days I agreed to
stroke Brian's dick. He made me wear gloves and touch his dick inside the
sweatpants, because my hands were hurting a lot when I had to touch him
over the pants. I felt that now my hands weren't hurting as before, just as
Brian explained to me. I could finally work as before, typing my essays or
making researches on the computer. Well, not exactly like before, because
now I was spending most of my study time jerking off my flatmate. Once I
complained that I didn't have time to study anymore, hoping that Brian
would let me go to my room and study. However, he had other plans in his
highly imaginative mind. He asked what I needed to study and as soon as I
showed him the book I had to read, he put it on his chest. He said I could
read on my knees between his legs and turn the pages with my free hand, but
I couldn't stop touching him. At all times, he would also be staring at my
bum in the mirror he glued just below the TV in front of the couch. Well,
that wasn't the purpose of the mirror. He said it was to check if my dick
was moving, but I knew it wasn't my crotch he was looking at.

Certain day, he complained that he couldn't see my crotch very well because
my boxer briefs were too large and big. He asked if I didn't have other
undies, smaller ones, that could help him to fulfil the terrible deed he
had of checking if my dick was getting hard.

`I only wear these ones' I told him. I never liked other undies, I felt
very uncomfortable in the smaller ones, so all of my undies were big as
that one was wearing.

He thought for a while and asked about my swimsuit. I told him I have lost
it in the locker room and still didn't have time to buy a new one. Of
course that was a lie. I didn't want him to ask me to walk around the flat
wearing nothing but my swimsuit. I didn't want to be showing myself to him
like that. I thought he would forget about it, but I couldn't be more
wrong. He said he would go out to buy mem something more appropriate for
the both of us. That means he would buy something that he would enjoy and I
would despise. Brian was so pushy, damn. I thought he would buy me another
swimsuit. The only thing I was sure of is that soon I'd be wearing a new
outfit inside the flat.

On the other day, Brian took longer than usual to come back home. It was
already seven when I heard him unlocking the door. I was wearing my usual
undies when I saw him getting inside, carrying one big white bag.

`I bought you some new undies. Really, dude. These ones you have don't let
me see if you're hot for me or not'

I remained quiet, unable to argue with him. What was he planning now? Brian
didn't go to his room to change his clothes and return in his sweatpants as
he always did. Instead, he sat down by my side on the couch and, after
looking for something inside the bag, he picked up a regular white
brief. He gave it to me and asked me to go back to my room and try that
one. I couldn't believe in my ears.

`I'm not wearing this shit'

`Oh yes, you are. If you don't do as I tell you, I'll go out there and tell
the world what fag you are, walking in your undies, showing off your faggy
body to me' Brian said, sure I'd obey him. As he saw I was about to say I
wouldn't do anything anymore, he continued, now much calmer: `Dude, you're
doing this shit for so many days already. Only a bit longer and we'll be
over with this. Are you gonna give up now? I'll be forced to tell all my
mates to follow you and do stuff with you that you won't like, if you know
what I mean'

That guy was disgusting. I stood up, thinking I would be free after one or
two weeks. `Ok' I said when I decided to do as he asked. I went to my room
and put it on. I felt it was a bit tight but it didn't look as bad as I've
imagined. I was just not feeling comfortable of walking around the
apartment wearing only that. I got back to the living room and Brian had
his hand inside his pants. This time he wasn't worried about showing his
excitement. He started jerking off as soon as he saw me.

`Oh, that shit looks great in you. Now turn around so I can take a look' I
did as he asked me. `Nice, now assume your position here and let me see how
it looks from here, that's what matters'

I kneeled on the floor facing him then bent over, closer to his legs.

`You ain't doing it right'

`So how do you want this? Fuck' I was more pissed than usual.

`Shut up! I can't see anything if you keep your legs closed like
that. You're such a stubborn bitch. Just do as I tell you. Put one knee
further away from the other' he replied even angrier than me.

Tired of arguing I just did what he wanted. `Yeah that's better. See? Not
so difficult' he was definitely being ironic.

I was feeling bad for doing that, but even worse, I was already tired of
everything. I was just considering the pros and cons of this situation. I
thought that if seeing my ass would make him cum faster, maybe this
wouldn't be so bad after all. I just needed to forget what was
happening. There was no point in complaining or asking him not to look at
my ass, he was definitely doing that. I decided to simply pretend I still
believed he wanted to check my crotch. I remained in that position for at
least ten minutes when he started talking again.

`It's ok, but I still can't see very well' he said as he looked for another
underwear inside the bag. `Here, try this one now'

`You're kidding me, right?' He was giving me a pair of bikini briefs that
looked completely vulgar and ridiculous.

`Man, will you start again? We just want to make this faster. Plus, I need
to check you. You know it. You just make me repeat the same talk over and
over again. This so annoying. Just go on and try it, will ya?'

I took it from his hand, now even angrier than before. I had to hold myself
not to start a discussion that wouldn't lead us anywhere. He could still
talk to his friends and ruin my life. I went to my room and tried the
undies. Now I really felt ridiculous. They could barely cover my ass, my
dick was squeezed and looked horrible. `What the fuck am I doing?' I
thought. I just stopped thinking and went back to the living room to show
him how I looked like. I could see his eyes shining when he saw me. This
time, he didn't even try to see my crotch, he asked me straightaway to turn
around. As I said, it's obvious he was only interested in my butt. I turned
around, but still I could hear his fist pumping his meat faster.

`Now back to your position between my legs, bitch' Brian said stressing the
word `bitch.' This was a game and we played our cards. He knew I didn't
like that and he enjoyed every second of my humiliation. Me, on the other
hand, could express my anger in these moments, and I would use every single
second I had to make sure he knew how much I despised him.

So I moved to `my position'. I kneeled down in front of him and bent over.

`Your legs. Open them, damn. You never learn.'

I looked at him with hatred in my eyes. I could see how much he enjoyed
watching me pissed. As I opened my legs, I could see the victory look in
his face. It was like he had scored a goal. He was convincing me to do
things he knew I'd never do in other circumstances. I wasn't seeing his
dick, which was hidden inside his pants, but it was definitely enjoying the
show.

Once again, I think I remained in that position for other ten minutes when
he started talking again.

`Dude, I can almost see if you have your dick moving or not. This won't
work. But I got a better idea. I found out that many guys get off only by
squeezing their asses, you know?' he explained much calmer now.

`What you talking about?' I didn't have a clue of what he was trying to
say.

`I read somewhere that some guys squeeze their butts and this make them
feel good. So I was thinking that maybe you're not getting hard but you're
squeezing your bum while you jerk me off. This would make sense to me'

`But it doesn't make any sense to me' it wouldn't make sense to anyone
besides Brian.

`Chad, do you wanna finish this or not?' he was getting upset again.

`Yeah, but...' as I was still formulating an answer when he picked up a
jockstrap from the bag. `No way' I said straightaway.

`Chad. Just think with me. That's the only way. I swear that you do this
and I won't have any more doubts about you. We won't have to be going
through this again. Soon this will all be over'

Finally, Brian was being honest with me. Now he wasn't trying to pretend he
wanted to check my crotch. He was being very clear he wanted to check my
butt, for a reason I couldn't understand. He created a story about how I
would get off by squeezing my bum, but there was no reason for that. I knew
already he wanted just to watch my ass. But that was part of his game. As I
said, I thought it would make him cum faster so it wouldn't be so bad. I
extended my arm to get the jockstrap and when I had it in my hand, I heard
him demanding `go and change'

Quite involuntarily I went back to the room and put on the jockstrap. That
was ridiculous. If I was ashamed about before now I was horrified. After
some minutes, I heard Brad asking me to show it to him. I went out, not
knowing if I should hide my face, crotch or my now exposed ass. Brad didn't
even wait me to get back and he was already asking me to turn around. I did
as he wanted till he asked me to get between his legs.

`Open your legs, bitch' he said, patting the top of my head. That was the
worst part. I spread them as I was doing before, I have already memorized
where my knees would stay every time I was in that position because there
were marks of my knees in the rug.

`Not enough, bitch. I can't see it right. Open them more'

`But that's how I was staying so far' I protested.

`It's not. You had it opened wider. Just stop whining and do as I say'

I didn't try to argue so I just spread my legs a bit further. I felt
completely vulnerable now. I could feel the warm air coming from the heater
hitting my asshole as I've never felt before.

`Yeah. Now squeeze this hole for me' Brian ordered.

`But the whole point is for me not to squeeze...'

`Yeah, but I wanna check how it is when you squeeze' he patted my head
impatiently. `Just do it, god damn it'

I squeezed once and I could say he was in ecstasy. `That's it. That's what
I wanted to see. Just stay like this and I'll be right back'

Brian moved quickly towards his room. `And don't dare to move' he said
before disappearing inside his room. I think not even one minute later he
came back wearing his sweatpants. He sat down exactly where he was
before. ` Now wear your gloves and put your hand where it belongs' he asked
me.

He had a pair of gloves already prepared for me. I wore them and reached
his flies. I unbuttoned it and inserted my right hand inside. His dick was
throbbing and pulsing as I haven't felt before. I started pumping it up and
down as he stared at my hole. This time, he didn't need to pretend he
didn't want to look at it. I think I only had to jerk him off for one or
two minutes when his cum started hitting the inner part of his pants.

As I was finished, I stood up and looked for my boxer briefs when I found
it thrown on the ground near Brian. When I was about to catch it he held my
hand, stopping me.

`What you doing?' he asked.

`I'm taking my briefs, I won't be wearing this crap all the time' I
explained the obvious.

`Why not? They look great on you. And besides, I need to be checking
you. You know that' he was holding my hand very strongly and deeply looking
at my eyes. We stayed like that for a few seconds. If that was a game, I
had just lost it.

`Brian, what about Adam?' Brian knew that whenever I talked about Adam, it
meant I had accept his new rules.

`He won't care, bitch. Don't you know what a jockstrap is? We use this for
sports. Men wear this crap, as you say, to play sports. This is for machos,
not fags. When you hide yourself, you look like a chick. You wanna prove
you are a man, then you wear this!' Brian was still looking in my eyes in a
way that I couldn't say no to him.

I let go of my underwear and he took it from me. `And I'll help you out. I
didn't buy only one, I bought seven of those. So you have one for every day
of the week' he said holding the bag and going into my room.

When I went after him, I saw he had my underwear drawer open. He was taking
all my undies and shorts and putting them inside a bag and substituting for
the seven jockstraps. `We can get you more straps later and fill your
drawer with them' he said.

`What are you doing now?' I asked.

`I'm helping you to be a man. A man must wear like a man, and this means
going commando or wearing this crap. See? As I don't wanna see your shit I
don't want you naked, so this is perfect. I'm sure someday you'll thank me
for this' he said as he went away to clean himself and hide my boxers
somewhere I wouldn't find. `Get used to that coz you'll be wearing straps
for the rest of your life' I heard him saying.

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End of part 06

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