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-Straight grad student places ad for roommate, unwittingly lets a cruelly inventive sadistic alpha male into his life and is soon enslaved. At least he won't be lonely.-
I wish I could fully explain how I ended up here. Naked and on my knees, my dick harder than it's ever been, fearfully looking up at my new roommate, Michael, as he towers over me. casually stroking his monstrously thick, 11-inch cock with a devilish grin on his face, pointing his phone at me while he records every moment of my debasement.
Suddenly my phone goes off on the table in our living room. It's the ringtone for my long time, long-distance girlfriend, Jessica.
"Ha! Decisions, decisions, Richie. You could answer that and chat with your boring ass girlfriend for an hour like every night or...."
Michael said in his seductively deep bass
.
He paused to rest his mind-destroying prick on my face and begin slowly rubbing it over all, smearing huge trails of pre-cum over all my features.
"You can do what so many have done before you and just submit to me."
Even though I'd learned how true that boast was over the past four days, I still began to open my mouth to muster some weak protest. I couldn't think straight and nothing came out. Sensing my weakness, Michael slowly brought the phone closer to my face and simply rested the tip of his dick on my lips. I moaned and my 5-incher twitched and spurted a little as I tried to control myself.
"Silence the call, slut, and give in to what you want way more than your girlfriend's pussy, what you know my dick can do to you."
Without looking I reached over and silenced a call from the woman I planned on one day marrying, opened up as wide as I could and tried to take as much of my new roommate's beer-bottle thick manhood in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his glans, tears of despair or joy started welling up in my eyes as Michael's laughter echoed throughout our place. How did this happen so quickly and was there any way to turn back?
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Two weeks earlier
It was Wednesday morning and I was doing some research at home for my doctoral dissertation in political science when my phone started ringing. My roommate Jalen, another grad student at Rutgers, had recently successfully defended his dissertation and been hired by a political consultant firm in DC and moved out so I needed to find someone to share rent and utilities for the New Brunswick duplex we shared. I didn't recognize the number so I answered hoping my posting on roommates.com had started garnering some attention even though I'd only put it up about an hour prior.
"Hello" I said, anticipating having to hang up immediately if it was a robocall sales pitch.
"Hi, my name is... ugh... Michael and I'm calling about the available room."
the man who would soon upend my life said, the small hitch in the middle throwing me for a second. It kinda sounded like a groan.
"Oh, hi. My name is Rich and there is a room available. Would you like to schedule a time to swing by and check out the place?" I said, hoping that the first response would work out. My expense budget was tight and I really wanted the process of adjusting to a new roommate to begin as soon as possible because I was a creature of habit and I didn't like changes to my routine.
"Oh, yes! I'm just finishing up some things with my old roommates. Shouldn't take more than a couple hours."
If I really tried I could barely hear a rhythmic squeaking, what sounded like an occasional smack, and Michael implying a lot more than his words did on their own.
"Can I come by around noon?"
Wow, things were moving really fast and I was overjoyed. "Sounds great!" I said and shared my contact info. "Look forward to meeting you."
"Yes! I look forward to you meeting me, too. See you at noon. Ugh..."
and he hung up suddenly after another of those groan-like sounds of exertion. And the line about him looking forward to me meeting him was a bit odd but I was just grateful that things were proceeding apace. I put down the phone and started getting ready to meet my new potential room.
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Michael arrived promptly at noon. My doorbell rang and I popped off of the couch in the living room to answer it. At my door was a strikingly handsome man. 6 foot 1 to my five foot 9, heavily muscled in a tight black athletic tee and jeans that were painted on. Dark, Mediterranean features were framed by jet black curly hair reminiscent of some modern Greek god. I'll admit to feeling a little jealous of someone who won the natural beauty lottery and half-jokingly worried about having to work to keep an eye on my girlfriend when she visited if this worked out.
I stuck out my hand, "Hi, I'm Rich. Pleased to meet you."
He reached out and clasped my hand in an extremely strong grip,
"I'm Michael and the pleasure is mine"
, he said while squeezing my hand almost painfully on the word "mine."
"Let me give you the grand tour" I said moving to the second bedroom. It was pretty spacious and I felt confident that it was an effective selling point for the whole apartment.
Michael didn't say anything at first, a constant Cheshire cat grin on his face as he walked around the empty room.
"
It's perfect. I'll take it."
he said, surprising me.
"Are you sure you don't want to see the bathroom and kitchen?", I said, my glee at his speedy response tempered a bit by how quickly he made his decision.
"No, this bedroom meets all my needs. When can I move in?"
he said with a hint of eagerness in his voice.
"As soon as you want. It's $1200 a month for rent and utilities and I'd need the first and last month's rent upfront." I said while Michael pulled a checkbook and pen from his pocket. He wrote me a check for $2,400, I scanned it to my account, and we shook on the deal. Once again, the strength of his grip was a little intimidating.
"Great! I can move in today."
"Ha! Wow, you move really fast."
"You have no idea, trust me"
he said while briskly leaving the apartment.
As he walked to his car I noticed that he seemed to saunter around like he owned the whole world. I really did have no idea. But I soon would.
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Michael arrived with a moving van an hour later with two men in their mid-twenties, one black and one white.
"These are my old roommates, Andre and Jake. They're gonna help me out with the move."
I shook each of their hands and noticed something very odd when they looked at me. They seemed to be upset about something, their demeanors sullen and resentful, and when their eyes met mine I would swear I caught a flash of what looked like jealousy or envy.
I offered to help with moving stuff in but Michael wouldn't hear of it. He, Andre, and Jake began bringing in what looked to be a California king-sized bed. Michael chit-chatted with me while his former roommates put together the frame, stacked the box spring and mattress on top, and began putting on the black silk sheets and comforter. Once again, something seemed off. It was like Andre and Jake were more like hired help or servants than guys that Michael had been just rooming with for the past three months but I just ignored the little alarm bells that had started ringing.
Andre and Jake finished bringing in Michael's dresser, night stand and boxes. I also noted how Michael seemed to have an inordinate amount of full length mirrors, 4 in total, one for each wall. I shrugged it off thinking, "If I looked like that I'd want to look at myself constantly, too."
The four of us stood in the kitchen. It was now 4 o'clock and Michael had suggested we all have a celebratory drink or two and since I kept my own hours as I powered through to my doctoral defense, I thought, "why not?" Michael's former roommates each texted their girlfriends saying that something had come up and they might not be able to hang out tonight. What followed was a dual set of back and forth text exchanges with Andre and Jake each growing seemingly more frustrated by their girlfriend's not just accepting the change in plans.
"Yeah, their girlfriends just don't seem to understand that sometimes something really BIG and important comes up and it just has to be dealt with. Isn't that right, boys?"
With that, Michael put an arm around each roommate and squeezed on the words "big" and "comes" and "boys." They each made a soft, barely audible mewling whimper and gazed up at his face. They immediately put down their phones despite their cells continuing to buzz and light up over the next few minutes.
"Some people just can't appreciate how much fun it can be to just do what feels right in the moment. Wouldn't you guys agree that being my roommates has opened you up in ways you didn't think possible? Haven't we had a lot of fun? Some might say, more than you could handle?"
Andre and Jake each started enthusiastically blurting out their agreement with everything he said. "Uh, huh!" and "Oh, yeah!" and "Definitely!" poured out of them as Michael poured another round for all of us.
