Sex Slave of My Roommate

All characters are above 18 years old. The story contains non-consensual and iconoclasm content some may find offensive. Viewer discretion is advised.

The lecture hall was absolutely filled, I eyeballed it to be at least two hundred students in here, listening to that one professor up there blabbing about penal substitution, collective unconscious, übermensch, the transmission of original sin, etc; the professor was a pretty famous guy, and the topic of discussion normally fascinated me to no end, but at this moment, I could barely concentrate on the lecture. I was sitting in the middle of the lecture hall, surrounded by students who were jogging down notes and listening attentively. My penis had been fully erect for at least twenty minutes, with my shifting my body left and right trying to assuage the pain of not being able to address it; I swore the girl sitting right next to me was giving me side-eyes, maybe she noticed the crimson blush on my face.

Anxiety and dread filled my heart as I heard that small buzzing sound slowly growing louder in the background; I was praying to God that no one, not a soul in this room, would notice that sound. The anal bead in my butt was controlled by a remote, and the remote was currently at the hands of a complete and utter jerk who rejoiced at every chance to bully me into complete submission. I turned my head and, to my displeasure, spotted the master in crime: my roommate, Stanley, sitting just a few rows behind me, smiling at me with that handsome smirk of his; he was enjoying himself immensely, to witness my utter and public degradation and embarrassment, and though I couldn't see him press the controller, the anal bead inside of me suddenly quaked like crazy, and with that anal plug Stanley had stuffed in me, the bead had nowhere else to go but press right against my prostate. My penis, leaking with precum, had completely wetted my underpants, and a girly moan or two escaped my mouth as I buried my head in my arms, praying desperately to Lord the Father that this humiliation session would be over soon.

This all started with me enrolling in this prestigious college. I lived in the school's dormitory and I hadn't a friend to stick with, so they just randomly assigned me a roommate.

"Hi. I'm Stanley. Guess you are roommates." He said with an enchanting smile and an ever-so-subtle southern accent. I was in awe of how good-looking he was: 6'5'' stature, chiseled cheekbones and jawlines, his earthly brown eyes could penetrate anyone who dared to oppose him in any way. Later on, I learned that he was on the college swimming team, which probably explained his immaculate, perfectly toned physique.

"I'm Eliane," I told him as we shook hands; his hand was huge, wrapping around mine with a clean and assertive grip.

As an East Asian immigrant, I grew up in a pretty strict Christian household and was expected to perform well above my peers academically. Indeed, I had, back in that small city, but the people out here in the city were just so much better at what they do, that I could barely keep up with the class. Stanley, with his charm and his erudition, often helped with my project.

"I thought you people are all good at studying." While I sat on my desk writing, he stood right behind me, one hand on my chair's backrest, giving instructions and quips with the other hand whenever he deemed fit. "There, the zero. Function f is convergent. Now you just need to graph its derivative, so draw the tangent lines first... no, the tangent lines. Aren't you supposed to be good at math?"

"That is extremely racist," I said, trying to keep it nonchalant, fixing my eyes on the homework, but his enormous presence towering behind me felt almost oppressive.

"It's a bit racist, yeah." His laughter was that of a subtle, manly one, polite, yet filled to the brim with charm. "Hey, hey, hey, that's a mistake you made right there." He suddenly leaned down, I could feel his hot breath clashing onto the back of my neck, sending shivers all over me. "That's not very nice. I spent so much time helping you with these, and you are still making rookie mistakes like this?"

"Right, right..." I hastened to fix the issue. "Sorry... I didn't see, I forgot about the function's limits..."

"No, no, no. I don't need excuses. I need an apology for wasting my time."

Why was he saying that? I couldn't tell if he was joking or not since he stood above and behind me and I couldn't exactly see his facial expression, but his stern voice seemed to suggest a good amount of anger.

"I apologize for wasting your time..."

"Look at me when you apologize."

I was borderline panicking, butterflies danced fury in my stomach. I turned my head to see a gigantic smirk on his perfectly chiseled face; I couldn't refute him, I lack the agency to refute him.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"Good." He laughed satisfactorily.

His behavior grew progressively more creep since. He once invited all of his friends to our room, and since I had no other friends, I just had to fit into the group. His blonde friend of his said I was cute and the whole room laughed as if I was the newly arrived pet; I could only squeeze out some chuckle so as to not be confrontational. There was this other time, he returned to the room soaking wet wearing only swim pants; he joked about me ogling him, which I clearly didn't, not intentionally; his muscular body was hard to ignore when flailing around in the room, and because he swims competitively, his body was almost always clean of any unpleasant body hair, looking like those of the ancient Greek statues; with only a speedo, I could see a massive package underneath it.

"You are definitely checking me out."

"No I am not!" I insisted; it angered me that he would insinuate that. It would be a great sin to commit against God, if I, a man, was lusting after another man.

"Sure you are, Be my guest, it won't cost me anything if you are just looking." He winked at me. "But then again, it won't cost you anything either."

"I'm not looking! Just put something on for Christ's sake!" I urged him.

One time, he and I went to use the restroom, and while I was on the urinal, he kept staring at me like I wasn't supposed to be in the restroom; I thought he was looking at my penis, which I was extremely insecure about, so I stood as close to the urinal as I could while not trying to raise any fuss about it; I didn't want to confront him or anything, cause maybe, these things were all just in my head.

That night, he played porno out loud on his computer, completely disregarding my very much noticeable presence in the room.

"Stanley... What's this?" I asked him. "It offends me a great deal, you know. Could you be a little considerate, and be a responsible roommate, to at least turn down the volume and keep it to yourself?"

"Offend you? That's a new one, offend you. It's just porn, Eliane, literally the most universal entertainment for men across the world, how could it possibly have offended you" He didn't even look away from the screen when addressing me; compared to the carnal debauchery on screen, I was clearly not worth the attention. That vexed me even more than the porn; I felt insulted, abased.

"Pornography is moral wrongdoings! It is poison to your brain, these fleeting pleasures. In any decent world that is not filled to the brim with degeneracy and turpitude, people would have had some godliness in them to resist the devil's temptation." I muttered, more to myself and not really expecting him to listen or understand.

"Devil's temptation?" But, clearly, he heard every word I said. He turned his head to look at me with an expression of mocking confusion as if what I just said wasn't entirely reasonable or holy. "Jesus Christ, Eliane. What, are you trying to run for the next pope?"

"Please don't speak the Lord's name in vain."

"Ok, Eliane." He laughed, then with one hand, pulled the wheeled office chair beneath right to his desk like I was weighing nothing. "Offending you was not my intention, you know that. But why, oh why, are you lying your tongue out? Why do you have to be dishonest with me? Have I not been a good enough friend to you?"

"I wasn't... I wasn't lying, what are you talking about? And what are you doing pulling me in here? I'm not watching this depravity." I tried to roll my chair back to my desk, but his hand had seemingly nailed them in place. The sound of coitus was even louder now that I'm closer to his speakers, and I had to move my eyes away from the screen against my primordial urges; sinful urges.

"Aw, I think there is some issue down here." He pointed at my tent. I wanted to tell him the fuck off, but I was too ashamed of my own erection. He poked at it, I tried to move away, but he practically cornered me into my own chair as he hovered above me like a vulture; I was the meat. "Let it breathe, my friend. Stuffing it in there for too long is not good for the organ."

"What organ..." I could barely understand what was going on before he stripped my pants in one fell swoop. "Holy Mother of... what the fuck are you doing Stanley?"

"Helping you out. Look at the cute thing."

My uncut penis was fully erect, and it was barely five inches, and perhaps because of my abstinence and my deterrence against masturbation, my penis was fleshy red in color. Stanley's hand was massive, and his fingers were all long and sturdy, and he fondled my organ like it was an amusing plaything. I tried to push him away but he was way too heavy for me. Then I saw him pulling down his pants and exposing his cock.

Returning to the present, the lecture was finally over. I rushed my way back to my room only having him beat me to it and immediately cornered me against the wall.

"You did great, Eliane." His smirk, his goddamn smirk was so attractive to look at, yet filled to the brim with devilish intent and sultry degeneracy. He pinched my left nipple, saying: "You must really enjoy that, seeing the blush staining your cheeks." He grabbed my ass. "All of your cheeks, no doubt."

"It was the worst day of my life," I told him, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"Very dishonest." He laughed. "Now, be a doll and do what you were told. I expect no errors to be made." He finally stepped back and sat back to his chair, but still staring at me attentively; he wasn't letting me go, he was just waiting for the humiliation session to start its main course. This dorm room was just him and me, there was nowhere to go, and there was nothing else to do but follow his order.

I stripped myself, one piece of clothing at a time: my jacket, my white collar shirt, my canvas pants, and finally my underwear, until I was standing there completely naked other than the socks I was wearing. I was only five feet seven, tops, and because of my aversion to gluttony, I was fairly slim, with a flat chest and a flatter stomach; I did try to put on some muscles before, but that only resulted in only the faintest outline of abs. I was also fairly light in body hair, made worse by the fact that Stanley forced me to shave off whatever that was still left, leaving behind the tiniest patch of fur-like pubic hair which only added to the insult. Standing before him like this, I was utterly ashamed by my nakedness, especially by my two perky nipples and my absolutely erected penis; why were they all reacting to the humiliation with excitement.

Worse, my ass was also reacting as my rectum sucked on that butt plug that he put in me this morning before lecture; he had me all washed and enemaed, clearly having this whole thing planned out, literal devil. The vibrator inside was still slightly buzzing, and as he pulled out the controller from his pocket and pushed it into maximum capacity, the thing ran right onto my prostate, inducing another completely irrepressible moan out of me and making my penis dripped like crazy.

"Good, you know how gorgeous your body is as a female slut, right. Those nipples that stand up on their own, and that little pecker of yours. You are born to be fucked." He held me by the hair. "Give your man a kiss."

His face was so close, and I could just feel his manly pheromone crawling into me through every one of my pores, arousing the sultry nature in me that was buried so deep, that I fooled myself by pretending it never existed; I felt like an animal, giving into the basic instinct and the chemicals. I tip my toes to give him a kiss. His tongue immediately invaded my cavity, along with the fluid in his mouth and his smell; the kiss was aggressive, with the manner of colonial conquerors, it occupied all my perceptions and left nothing untouched. I couldn't help but reciprocate and gave him my tongue as well, which he gladly took over; and just like that, he grabbed onto my butt and spread the two cheeks, exposing my bud and the plug for all the room to see. He took the plug out violently, causing me to groan right into his mouth. With two fingers, he penetrated the most private part of my body without hesitation, as if it already belonged to him, and fished the soaking wet vibrator out of me. He backed away, drools had smeared across my jaw.

"Great. Now, keel, and give me a good one. I will slap you if your teeth get in the way."

I got onto my knees, a position of complete submission. Girthy, thick and light brown in color, the thing was massive even when it was still soft, I eyeballed it to be at least eight inches when fully erect, and it indeed was slowly standing up, veins emerged on its surface. Stanley pressed his cock against mine as if to present to me the differences between them; the utter dominance of size and aura, mine looked like an ungroomed maiden when compared to his monstrous beast. And the smell of musk and sweat easily overwhelmed my sanity, knocking any sense of shame out of me temporarily as I approached it voluntarily and wrapped my mouth around it. Slightly salty, the taste of his manliness thronged into my nose and subsequently into my brain, I couldn't help but give my penis a few strokes.

"Ah, no, bad Eliane. Real bad." He kicked my hand away with his bare foot. "I will make you feel good later, don't you worry. Now just focus on the work, okay"

I obeyed, sliding his rod in and out of my mouth as if it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted; maybe it was because I couldn't stop myself from sucking his cock, I even stuffed it into my throat so that I could gag on it a little. His toes gave my erect penis a few strokes, and I almost came just from that.

"Look at how eager you have become. Go on the bed."

I pulled myself away from his cock before giving a good last suck -- I habitually stuck out my tongue and licked the rod from top to bottom like it was a popsicle -- then I crawled onto my bed on all fours, and stuck my ass up in the air towards him.

"Look at that bubbly, white ass." He closed my legs so that my penis was tucked behind, and he kneaded my butt as one would to bread dough, and whenever he spread open my cheeks, I could feel my asshole gaping, welcoming him with desperate passion; now without the plug and the vibrator, a desire to be filled up was burning me from inside out, I wanted something in me, something to assuage the unbearably, scorching itch inside of my ass. The amount of shame I felt when I suddenly realized that my position resembled that of a female animal, a bitch with their ass up, waiting, eagerly even, for the male to consummate, was overwhelming and, unexpectedly, arousing as well; my nipples were hard as pebbles, and I couldn't help but grind them against the bedsheet to get some pleasure out of it.

Sin. I have sinned beyond any hope for salvation. I suddenly thought of the churches I used to visit, the Father I used to confess to, the doctrine I used to follow, but now here I was, with not a thread of clothing on me, full of lust and desire, presenting myself for another man to abuse.

Then his rod impaled me, and all thoughts evaporated into thin air; I could feel my ass molding into the shape of his cock; my ring constricted around the bottom of his cock, making a suckling motion that I had no control over; he swirled his cock inside of me, touching places that shouldn't be touched, then he started his railing.

"You can let out your voice, you know."

"The walls were thin..." I squeezed out a few words and was surprised by how nasally my own voice was; I was basically just moaning with words. "People might hear us... AH!"

He shoved his whole rod into me, and his nutsack smashed against my dick that was tucked behind. "So what. People have sex in these buildings all the time. Just let your voice out sweetie."

"Ah... I can't... oh god, you are going too deep..."

He liked to pull his cock back until it was only his bulging gland inside of me, seemingly teasing a complete exit, then shoving the whole cock right back into me, grinding my inside and hitting against my prostate in one fell swoop. And he liked to stir my inside with his cock, and everytime he did that, I could hear the sound of lube and fluid gushing out of my hole. I buried my face in the pillow to assuage the embarrassment and the pleasure.

Which, apparently, upset him. He pulled his cock out at once, leaving my hole puffy and gaping. He held me up and pushed me onto the balcony. Our door room was a large one with a balcony facing our dorm building's quad, and we were only on the fifth floor, not so close to the ground as to be overly exhibited but not so far as to be even halfway concealed. It was until my bare feet had stepped onto the balcony's cold concrete floor, and my hands had held onto the handrail, did I finally realized that I was completely naked, completely exposed for the public to see; if anyone on the quad would just raise their head a little, they would be able to see my blush-stained face and my lust-filled expression, and if anyone living the dorm building opposite of ours and on a higher floor, they would see all the most private parts of my body, my nipples, my ass cheeks, and my half-erect penis that had been leaking precum for the last ten minutes.

"Wait, Stanley..." I turned my face to see Stanley, still completely clothed and handsome looking, approaching me from behind. "We can't do this out here, people will see us..."

He locked my two arms behind me with one hand, held my neck with the other, and penetrated me from behind. My back arched like a bow as he railed me on the balcony.

"Does it feel good, Eliane? To have your peers watching you being fucked in the ass? It must feel superb cause your ass is clamping down my dick like no tomorrow. Are you excited by the possibility of being seen?"

It felt my anus could remember the shape of his cock, and as his thrusting went faster and faster, my half-erect penis bounced up and down like a wagging tail; I was edging, and I could feel the start of a spasm brooding inside my anus. I begged him to get me off and let go of my arms.

"No, Eliane. You can have a female orgasm all you want, you just can't touch that peen of yours. That'd ruin the mood." He whispered into my ears as he thrust into me.

Finally, when the gland of his cock struck my prostate, the spasm took me over and my ass clenched like crazy, trying to expel the invading force but only managed to let me feel the cock's girth and shape even more than I already had; my penis sprayed my cum all over the handrail, some dripped down to the quad. He was still thrusting, and with each thrust, his cock forced another shot or two of cum out of me until I was completely and utterly drained; my ass suckling on his rod still, my prostate trembled in pleasure. An anal orgasm lingered and spread all over the body.

"That's good, you've done a good job, you can have my cum in you as the reward." He ejaculated into me, I could feel the hot liquid hitting the walls and being squeezed out my hole as he stirred my inside in a circular motion. I was filled, and my ass was thoroughly bred. He finally pulled out of me, and in an instant, the liquid that was a mixture of his semen, the lube, and my prostate fluid, gushed out of my hole as it struggled to close up after the intense railing Stanley gave me. The long-awaited feeling of emptiness gave me just another tiny orgasm before he let go of me and my body prostrated to the floor. He poked his cock onto my face, signaling me to clean it up. I did just that, on my all fours and my ass facing outward, I licked his cock all over, and by then, I had all but forgotten that we were on a balcony, all I could think of was sex.