Heat Wave

Thwack!

Connor's tanned palm struck Kyle's peachy ass, leaving a red handprint on his lily white asscheek.

Thwack! Thwack!

Kyle yelped. Connor was not being nice today. The heat had risen to ninety-seven degrees; they were still out of power. Frustration had been building inside Connor's thick muscular chest and he was in the mood for violence. He held his naked boy over his lap. "Did I tell you to do my laundry?"

"Yes, sir—" Thwack!

"And what didn't you do?"

"The laundry—" Thwack! "I'm sorry, please—" Thwack! "Connor, seriously, that hurts!" Thwack!

Connor gently brushed his fingertips over Kyle's tender asscheeks, sweat dripping down Kyle's pink hole. "I don't have any clean underwear, do I boy?" Even though it was blazing hot, Kyle could feel tiny goosebumps forming over his skin. Connor's musk from his unshaved pits was filling their cramped dorm room, and Kyle felt himself getting hard again. Connor's thumb tenderly brushed over Kyle's hole...and Kyle wiggled...biting his lip...moaning...

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Kyle screamed in pain. Connor pushed him off of his lap. He picked up a dirty jockstrap and rubbed it on Kyle's face. The jockstrap was stained yellow from Connor's ball sweat. "I told you to fucking clean my clothes! And you didn't! This is what you get!"

There was a pounding on their wall. "Hey! The walls are thin! Can you stop it with the kinky shit!" The boys recognized the voice. It was their neighbor, Marcus, an African American music major.

Connor grabbed Kyle by his tiny balls and pulled. Kyle let out a high pitched squeal. "Hey, Marcus!" Connor yelled. "Suck my dick."

"You're such an asshole, Connor."

"Why don't you come in then? I'll let you use my boy. He'll even swallow for ya'." Marcus didn't respond. Kyle could feel himself blushing, his upper cheeks turning the bright shade of his lower ones.

"What the hell! He's straight!" Kyle loudly whispered. "You're going too far."

"Am I?" Connor asked. "Because we can stop right now. Is that what you want?"

Kyle awkwardly glanced at the ground twiddling his thumbs. His ass was still stinging from Connor's punishment, and Connor's scent was rubbed all over his face. "No, sir."

"Good boy. Come here." Connor pulled Kyle into his lap hugging on him. Kyle felt safe and protected in his master's strong arms. Connor lifted Kyle's floppy brown hair out of his soft green eyes, looking into them. "Dude, I only do this because you enjoy it."

"Yeah. But you enjoy it, too."

"I also do it because you let me." Connor stroked his thumb over Kyle's plump lower lip. "Why do you let me treat you like a little whore?"

Kyle fidgeted in Connor's grasp, and Connor held him tighter. Kyle gingerly answered, "I don't know."

"I think you do know, boy. Answer the question." Kyle could feel Connor's brown cock hardening beneath him, rubbing in the space between his ass cheeks. Connor fondled Kyle's soft nipples with his fingertips, and Kyle loved the way Connor's golden hands looked over his milky skin. Connor tightly pinched his nipple.

"Because I was born inferior to you, sir. In every way." Even just saying the words made Kyle's groin stir. His cock curved upwards when it was hard, and he dribbled uncontrollably from his piss slit. Kyle actually just admitted out loud that another man was better than him and he was getting off on it. Kyle thought he must've been sick.

Connor brushed two fingers over Kyle's cock head, and brought them up to Kyle's pink tongue. Kyle sucked his precum from his master's fingers. It was a little salty. He felt Connor's sizable mushroom head pushing against his asshole's ring, Connor's cock slick and glistening from the heat. Kyle threw his head back and grasped onto Connor's tree trunk thighs. Connor clasped Kyle's thin wrists with an iron grip and held them behind Kyle's back.

A moan escaped Kyle's lips, and he could feel the sharp pain from Connor's large Asian cock. It hurt. But Kyle didn't care. He had to have his roommate inside of him, his master, this superior being that he worshipped, pined for when he wasn't there, even pined for when he was, this intelligent real man who turned him into a brainless sex toy, who used his mouth and asshole like he owned him, like he owned the world, a true alpha stud who could take whatever he wanted...

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Louder."

"Yes, sir!"

"Beg for me."

"Please, sir...please shove your big cock inside me, please, please!"

Connor slapped Kyle across the face and pushed him off of him. Kyle landed on the floor with a thud. He looked up at his beautiful master with his big green eyes, an expression of confusion and betrayal on his face.

"Not yet, boy." Connor smirked.

Kyle's breathing was ragged, and he thrusted his ass out trying to rub his throbbing cock against the floor. Connor harshly pulled Kyle's hands above his head, pinning him to the wall, and spat on his face. Connor's voice was deep and serious. "Fucking slut, I told you not yet."

Kyle's curved dick pushed against Connor's strong stomach. "Please..."

"Do you want me?"

"Of course, sir. You know I want you more than anything."

"If it gets me off, will you do whatever I order?" Kyle nodded. "Say it."

Kyle looked into his master's dark eyes, taking in his carved jaw and chiseled cheekbones. "I will do whatever you want, sir."

"Good." Connor had a devious grin on his face. Kyle could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next. "Put this on."

Connor threw a blindfold at Kyle. He looked at it and hesitated, but knew he didn't have much time before Connor would snap at him. He put it on. Connor bent Kyle's naked body over. Kyle heard Connor fiddling with something, then something cold and squishy on his back. Was Connor writing?

Kyle suddenly was pulled to his feet and spun around until he was dizzy. Blinded and disoriented, he felt his body being pushed towards somewhere else, but he was no longer sure where he was in the room. He heard the door creaking opening. "This will last two minutes," Connor stated. "Enjoy." Connor grabbed Kyle's blindfold and pushed him out the door. Kyle heard the deadbolt lock.

"Oh my god!" Kyle yelled. He was out in the dorm hallway, naked as the day he was born. He instantly covered his junk in embarrassment. Kyle pounded on the door. "Connor! Open this up! Now! This isn't funny—"

He heard Connor belly laughing. "Ninety seconds left."

"No—"

Their neighbor's door suddenly swung open and Marcus stepped out with his girlfriend, Marisol, a cute Latina chick. "What the fuck is it now?" Marcus's mouth dropped wide open. Marisol took out her cellphone. Kyle's face burned with humiliation.

"Look at the bruises on that white boy's ass. Wow." Marisol was giggling.

Kyle desperately pounded on the door, but it was no use. Connor wasn't going to let him in. Marcus shook his head. "Bro, you shouldn't let Connor walk all over you. You need to get some self respect. Come on, babe."

Marisol continued to have her phone trained on Kyle as they walked away. Before they turned the corner, Marisol exclaimed, "Bye, daddy's boy!"

"What?" Kyle strained his neck towards his buttocks, and realized that Connor really did scribble something on him. The door opened. Connor was standing there, a huge grin on his face.

"Hey, daddy's boy." 'Daddy's boy' was written like a tramp stamp on Kyle's lower back.

Kyle stormed inside, slamming the door behind him. "I could be kicked out! Connor! Now everybody on the floor, if not the whole college, knows you're fucking me!"

"That's correct. And you've never been harder, have you?"

Kyle looked down at his dick, which was standing at an upwards 45 degree angle. Shit. Connor was right. He was always right. Connor grabbed Kyle by his shaggy hair and threw him face down onto the bed. "Ow! Conn—oh my god, sir!"

Connor was licking Kyle's tight pink asshole. He shoved his pointy tongue up inside Kyle and expertly made love to Kyle's peachy ass. Kyle could feel his toes curling in ecstasy, and his body uncontrollably writhing. Connor licked up and down his crack and properly worshipped his hole. Without warning, Kyle felt a wet finger being pushed inside of him. "Arf..."

"What was that, boy?" Another finger.

"Arg...oh..."

"We're you trying to say something to me?"

Kyle was panting. "Yesss...sir...yesssss..."

Connor shoved a third finger inside of Kyle. With a swirling motion, Connor hit Kyle's prostate and stimulated it. Kyle felt himself losing himself to Connor's fingers, a deep, warm sensation enveloping himself all over. He didn't even notice, but he was yelling in pleasure. Connor could feel his roommate's pulse on his fingertips, and loved how Kyle's tight ring gripped him. He then took his fingers out. Kyle felt empty...but not for long.

Connor pressed his big dick into Kyle's asshole. Kyle felt himself stretching, and tried to push out to accommodate Connor's girth. It really hurt, but Kyle needed Connor inside of him now. Kyle pushed himself on Connor's dick. Connor eased his cock inside, slowly pulled back, then slammed himself balls deep into Kyle. Kyle screamed. Connor's strong hands tightly gripped Kyle's shoulders. Pain...pleasure...submission... Kyle felt his body being owned by a man. He felt his hair being grabbed and his head forced to the window.

"Are you daddy's boy?"

"Yes, sir! I'm daddy's boy!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Sir, I'm your boy, sir! Your fuck toy! Your cum rag! I'll do anything for you!"

"Do you like my Asian cock?"

"I love your Asian cock! It's superior, sir! It's perfect! Please keep fucking me!"

Kyle was screaming out into the dormitory courtyard, but he no longer cared that everyone could hear him. Connor was pistoning in and out of Kyle, his heavy balls smacking Kyle's flesh to the rhythm of a jackhammer. The two boys were covered in each other's sweat, young naked bodies lost in their hormones.

Connor picked Kyle up like a rag doll with his hands on Kyle's lean abs, then threw him onto his back. Connor lifted Kyle's ankles up to his own ears, and watched Kyle's contorting face as he slowly took his hard cock in and out of Kyle. Kyle's body was shaking. Connor was steady. Methodical. Torturing.

"This is the best part," Connor whispered in Kyle's ear, his hot breath traveling down Kyle's misty neck.

"What...is...sir?" Kyle moaned.

"Looking at you as I fuck you. Knowing that I own you. That you're my boy."

"I'm...your...slut...sir..." Kyle could feel a white hot heat envelop him. Connor sped up. Kyle's balls pulled in tight to his body.

Connor threw his hand over Kyle's dick, and pumped with the rhythm of their fucking. Kyle grabbed Connor's muscular triceps, and listened to Connor's animalistic grunts. Kyle's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"You live for my pleasure, don't you?"

"Yes...sir..."

"Do you like to be fucked?"

"Yeah...yes...sir...oh!"

Connor had Kyle right where he wanted him, at the edge. This is where he belonged, on the end of Connor's glorious dick. His body no longer belonged to him. He didn't want it to belong to him. It was Connor's, to use and abuse, to humiliate, to dominate, to fuck until Connor was satisfied and then to fuck again. Kyle couldn't contain himself anymore. "May I cum, sir?" he whimpered.

"Cum for daddy, boy." On his master's orders, Kyle shot his load all over his own chest, spewing four or five times—he lost count. His asshole contracted on Connor's cock. He felt Connor pulsing inside of him, his body filled to the brim with Connor's thick manly seed.

Connor gently pulled himself out of Kyle and collapsed beside him. He was completely spent. Cum was lazily oozing from Kyle's hole. Connor put his arm around Kyle, and he placed Kyle's little head on his firm chest. The two college boys were caked in sweat and semen, their bodies thick with heat, and they just lay there together losing track of time, in and out of consciousness.

Connor looked down at his boy, admiration glistening in his brown eyes. "What the fuck are you doing? Clean my cock."

"Of course, sir!"

Kyle lapped up the cum from Connor's perfect dick, and made sure to give his heavy balls a thorough tongue bath, too. Connor then instructed Kyle to get on his hands and knees. Connor put his feet up on Kyle's back, and yawned.

Kyle found himself grinning. His ass was red; his hole was raw; his lower back was marked; but as long as his master was happy, he was happy. He was a daddy's boy, after all.