My Cocky Roommate Pt 02

Vincent had left for class, and I left soon after. I made sure to pack some extra books, so that I could go to the library after class. I didn't have a well-thought-out plan, but I sure wasn't coming straight back to my room after class.

I set up at a workstation, and started looking over some math problems. My mind had trouble focusing on the abstract problems. I silently gave up on trying to work, and for the tenth time replayed what had happened back at the room. I could still feel the warm pressure on top of me, and imagine the controlling smirk on Vincent's face. I can't believe I was stuck being owned by that annoying jerk.

Maybe he was just messing around, in his over-the-top way? I'll walk in the room, and he'll laugh in my face that I took him seriously, right? He'll call me a loser, an idiot, a gullible fuck, whatever - but it will be over.

As if on cue, my phone vibrates, and I see there's a message from Vincent. "You coming home soon?". As I read the message, another message arrives: it's the photo Vincent had taken. I see once more his bare white ass taking much of the photo, and then my smooshed face underneath, and my tongue unmistakably sticking out, reaching up towards his asshole. I shiver, and lose my breath for a moment.

A final message appears. "I'd come home soon if I were you. You don't want me to get bored." I start packing up my belongings in a hurry. I've never rushed anywhere with such dread before.

When I open the door to our room, I see Vincent sitting in his chair with an annoying smirk on his face. it's the look I had seen dozens of times before, and I would usually just roll my eyes on the inside and try to ignore the taunt or boast he was about to launch into. This time, my breath caught in my throat, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach got heavier.

"Welcome home, Aaron. I trust you got my message?" he said, casually letting his chair spin back and forth with his legs.

"What do you want?" I stammered, trying to convey some confidence I didn't have. Vincent clearly wasn't filled, his eyes dancing again.

"Good, looks like you're eager to serve. Let's start by dropping to your knees where you belong.

"Come on, Vincent. knock it off! You won, okay? You beat me. You're definitely the better player, and I'm sorry I didn't let you play at first. Can we just move on?" I tried to appeal to his humanity. Maybe if his ego was stroked just a bit, he would have what he wants already.

*No, sorry Aaron. This is just going to be too much fun. Now get down on your knees, or everyone is going to see this." He waved his phone at me, the dreaded photo on it.

"You wouldn't... " I breaths, but Vincent's gaze is locked on Aaron, and a cocky smile is forming. i can tell he is loving this, and i feel a wave of despair. i drop to my knees, and put my hands on the ground. i have to bend my neck way up to see Vincent's smug face towering over me. He is absolutely beaming now.

"Good boy," Vincent says, "now crawl towards me." He scoots forward on his chair a bit. i start moving forward and my straight forward view is filled more and more by his crotch. As I reach him, he puts his hand into his pants and pulls out his dick. it's not hard, but it's pretty big.

"Put my dick in your mouth," he instructs. "I'm going to use you as a urinal." I reflexively stop and try to pull away, but he catches my head and holds it against his crotch. His package rubs all over my face as i refuse to open my mouth. "Hahaha. i love how much you don't want to do it, and yet, you will have to do it anyway. You must know that already, right? Every second you delay is just a longer time when you get to have my junk pressed against your face. You're so pathetic."

I'm so furious that he's right. I can't believe I'm about to do this. I open my mouth, and willingly let his dick into my mouth. Even when soft, it nearly reaches the back of my throat. Vincent pats my head condescendingly. "There we go. Right where it belongs. Now get ready to swallow fast!"

A warm jet shoots into my mouth. it's almost immediately overwhelming. i have to fight back every instinct to pull away, and swallow continuously. It just keeps coming, harder and harder, for what feels like an eternity. I am vaguely aware of Vincent making exaggerated sounds of relieving himself. just when it's tapering off, i choke on the last bit, and keel into the ground coughing.

Vincent nudges me over with his foot, so i am now laying on my back on the ground. He is standing over me, looking at me with a mix of satisfaction and contempt. He puts his foot on my chest and pressed down. i can imagine his victorious pose over my broken body.

"Who's your master?"

i eke out, "you are..."

"A little louder?"

"You are my master.."

"Good. Always come home right away from now on. There are lots of other things i want to try."

He removes his foot and takes a step away from me. He pulls his shorts down past his butt. "Now crawl over here, and give my butt a good night kiss."

I obediently roll over and crawl until his butt fills my view, and kiss between his butt cheeks where i know his asshole is.

Vincent giggles at my obedience, enjoying every moment that he has this power over me. "Perfect. Good boy. Good night!"

i manage to get to my bed, and tell myself that i need a plan to get out of this situation.