Slut For The Weekend

"This week sucked."

Mark rubbed his forehead as he sat down on the couch. His burly, muscular body, even out of a fresh shower, looked dirty and worn. Ian looked up from his laptop with an amused smile. His much slender frame contrasted against Mark's.

"Well, you were outside all week working construction during a heatwave. No wonder you're exhausted," Ian said, moving the laptop from himself and placing it next to him. He got up and stretched.

"Yeah," Mark said, putting his head back against the couch.

Ian chuckled. "Let me get you a glass of water."

"Beer would be better."

"Water."

Mark scoffed. "Why do I have you as a roommate?"

"Because our capitalistic society means that two young men trying to make it in this world can't do so alone anymore?"

"Oh, that's right."

Ian returned to the living room with a glass of water. He handed it to Mark. "Well, I guess I won't tell you about the hard day I had."

Mark opened one eye and smiled. Accepting the glass, he downed it in one gulp.

"Thirsty, are we?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah. Foreman wouldn't let us take our last break, used some bullshit excuse like we were already too long on lunch."

Ian sat with his legs crossed on the loveseat across from the couch. "Well, it's Friday. All that's over now, and you can relax."

Mark sank into the couch. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Any plans tonight?"

"Nah, I feel like an old man," Mark said, closing his eyes.

"You're one year older than me, you know," Ian said.

"I said I felt like. I know twenty-two isn't old."

Ian flipped on some music from his laptop. Mark groaned.

"Not this hippy shit again."

"It's meditation music. It's good for relaxation."

"I just need a few minutes--"

"You need to relax," Ian said, adjusting his glasses. "Listen to me on this one, Mark. Just breathe with me. In...and out. In...and out. Good, Mark. Good. Just relax, now. Nothing to worry about. The day is done, and the week is done. Time for you to relax. Time for you to fall."

"Wh-what?" Mark said, barely stirring. His voice grew quiet as he spoke.

"You heard me. Relax. Fall."

Ian snapped his fingers.

Mark's body went limp. The glass fell out of his hand and rolled on the next couch cushion.

Ian held his breath.

"No matter how many times, it's still amazing," he said to himself. He felt the uncomfortable tightness his erection brought as he watched the muscular man fall helpless once more.

"Can you hear me, Mark?"

"Yeah," Mark responded, weak and quiet.

"Relax now. Fall down. Let yourself go and let me take care of you again."

"Okay."

Ian fought with himself to walk over and start touching Mark.

"He needs a few more weeks of this before he'll be well-trained," he reminded himself. "Okay, Mark. Listen. Obey. Remember. Remember thirst."

Mark gasped, his huge chest taking in a long, hard breath. Ian watched as Mark started to twitch. He attempted to remain focused, even as Mark's cock started to bulge.

Ian cleared his throat. "Right. Thirst. Remember the deep conditioning with that word. You cannot fight it. Let the arousal consume you, overwhelm you."

Mark continued to writhe slightly in his seat. His erection grew, threatening to tear right through his pants.

Ian had to close his eyes. The sight proved too erotic for him to keep composure much longer. "Now, do you remember your conditioning?"

"Please," begged Mark, "Need...need cum. Need to cum."

"Listen. Obey. Repeat your instructions."

Even under hypnosis, Mark sighed. "The more aroused, the more submissive I become to you. I can only cum when you say. I need sex. I need sex with you, and it will only grow and grow until I can cum. When I cum I will lose all memory of what happened since I fell under hypnosis."

"Good boy," Ian said, trying to remain composed. "Okay. Open your eyes. Walk to your room. Count down from 50, and you will be out of trance. You will remember nothing but your conditioning and think you just went for a quick catnap. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Then, go."

Mark's eyes opened. He staggered to his feet and lurched toward his bedroom, smacking into a wall or two on his way. Ian watched him go, slack-jawed and aroused beyond capacity for rational thinking.

He liked Mark. Not just as a hypnotic, submissive subject. But, as a person. He started hypnotizing Mark because Mark, being Mark, said it couldn't be done. When it was done, Ian decided to make Mark forget it.

And then continued doing it.

With the world the way it was, Ian did not feel safe dating, let alone having sex with, men. Yet, since a small teen, he was very sexual. So, not having avenues to unleash his needs mixed in with his roommate being a decent and attractive man led to this moment.

Ian attempted to will down his erection, but the thought of the hunky man counting down in the next room over under a hypnotic trance proved too enticing. His cock continued to throb and demand attention. Ian awaited the other shoe to drop. Mark charging into the room with all the proof of what Ian did to him, telling him he faked it so he could have Ian arrested.

He waited for that.

Instead, he got Mark walking out of the room yawning and stretching. "Shit, I must have gone to my room and fallen asleep. Sorry, bud. Did I miss any--"

His eyes landed on Ian's erection. He stopped and gulped. Ian put the laptop back on his lap to great discomfort.

"Uh, sorry."

"Nah, don't be," Mark said, the normal teasing edge in his voice gone, "It's been a long time for you. Hell, for me as well."

"Well, you don't have any trouble finding women when you want."

"Yeah, but sometimes I don't want women," Mark said, looking Ian directly in the eye.

Ian blushed. The excitement overwhelmed him and fried his brain. He found himself unable to take advantage of the moment.

"We should get dinner."

"Yeah, food, yeah," Mark said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I still got that coupon for pizza. Is that okay? My treat?"

"If it's your treat, I'll have anything," Ian said with a smile. He saw Mark visibly choke at that sentence. Ian's confidence started to rush back into his body. Ian had a plan. Ian would stick to it.

And soon, Ian would have Mark.

***

The pizza settling in their bellies, and with a few beers between them, Ian suggested a movie. Mark agreed as long as it was an action film.

Ian hooked his laptop up to the television and assured Mark he found a good independent action movie.

Which he had.

It also just happened to be directed by a bisexual director who included a lot of male-on-male romance in the movie.

What shocked both men was the explicit type of romance the director liked.

At first, Mark enjoyed the violence. The romance didn't bother him. His bisexual side only a few, including Ian, knew about.

Still, as the movie continued, the romance turned to shirtless fondling and kissing. Ian could not help the arousal in his body. Soon his cock started to throb once more.

Ian kept glancing over at Mark. Mark started to fidget. Clearly aroused, Ian smiled.

The action kept them distracted.

Then, the sex scene.

Both men gasped at the full-frontal nudity. Both men on screen clashed together, muscles heaving as they let their passions explode on the other.

Now Ian could see Mark out of the corner of his eye. Mark's own erection started to form. Mark and Ian caught each other trying to look at the other discreetly.

"Uh, boy, this is a little pornographic," Mark choked.

"Yep," Ian said with a nod. "Guess I didn't vet it enough."

"Maybe we should try something a little less...horny."

Ian smiled. "Well, I enjoy this movie. I think we should keep going."

Mark nodded. "Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if you want. If you want to, I'll be fine."

Ian felt bold. He reached across and patted Mark on the thigh. "You sure? That thing looks ready to have a flag fly off it."

Mark moved his legs, embarrassed. "It's been a long week."

"Would you say a hard week?"

Mark gulped. Ian felt Mark's resistance waning, and it felt like a rush in his blood.

"Take it out."

Mark looked at Ian, shocked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Take that monster out. I want to see it."

"You've seen it."

"Not this hard, I haven't. I want to see what I'm missing."

Mark opened his mouth to object.

"Take it out."

Mark whined, but his hands went down to his shorts. He unzipped his pants and let his erection show through his underwear.

Seeing the giant of a man subservient to the merest order changed Ian. He knew he had control.

"Take that underwear off," growled Ian, his eyes focused on the bulge. He needed to see it.

Mark, his body flush with arousal and embarrassment, obliged. Soon, Ian's eyes met with a cock that seemed impossible. The rigid, stiff shaft seemed to pulsate with need. It kept growing, making Ian hold his breath. The fat head. The veins. The throbbing. The girth and power of it.

Ian licked his lips. He tugged on his pants.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked, more a squeak than a question.

"You showed me yours," Ian said with a devilish smile. He produced his own hard, fat cock. While not as long, it looked about as wide as Mark's.

Mark gasped. His ears burned. The air grew thick with humidity.

Ian turned to Mark. Let his cock point at Mark. And, he started to masturbate.

"I-Ian what, what are you--"

"Shut up. Watch. Don't touch yourself," Ian instructed. "Keep your eyes on my cock."

Ian leaned back and jerked off, thinking of how he had this muscle man under his power. He felt his balls filling in no time. He also heard Mark whine and whimper as the arousal ripped him apart. Mark's body quivered with the need to release the pent-up arousal. Yet, without permission he sat there, letting his cock throb in vain.

Ian felt ready to let loose with an orgasm. His mind flashed to all sorts of dirty ways he could finish this. He let his heart tell him the way.

"Get on your hands and knees," Ian demanded.

Mark nodded, meek as a lamb. He got on his hands and knees on the ground.

"Stick your ass in the air," Ian demanded. Ian sprang off his feet and marched to his bedroom. He returned with a bottle of lube and a need burning in his cock.

He wet his fingers and approached Mark. Mark lay there on his hands and knees, that firm, tight ass in the air.

"Spread your legs," Ian said.

Mark complied.

Ian spent a lot of time rimming Mark with his fingers, hearing him moan and move as he started to penetrate the man's ass. Sufficiently warmed up and lubed, Ian slathered his cock in lube and took a moment to enjoy.

He then grabbed Mark's hips and inserted his cock inside of Mark's ass.

Slow and steady. Ian enjoyed every inch of tightness around his cock. He enjoyed the involuntary spasms from Mark around his cock. And he very much enjoyed the sounds out of Mark as he grasped the situation.

Ian thrust in and out slowly, watching for signs. He wanted to hit Mark's p-spot with precision. And, when he found it, Ian smiled.

"You cum when I cum," he demanded. And with that, he started to fuck Mark. It felt good to have the large, muscular man completely submissive to his wants and needs. His ego and cock felt flush with power.

And so, Ian fucked Mark hard. Enough to move his body. Enough to make Mark cry out in pain and pleasure. But, Ian made sure the pleasure was felt more often. Unable to stop himself, Ian slapped Mark's ass. It felt good. Real good. Ian wanted a night of slapping that ass into submission.

Ian roared as his orgasm overcame his senses. He felt his cock spurting thick gobs of his seed into Mark's ass.

At the same moment Ian experienced his orgasm, the hypnotic conditioning took over Mark. Mark's cock shot out his own seed onto the ground. With his p-spot pleasured, Mark saw stars. The new sensation blew out what was left of his mind. Soon, with his ass and cock spent, Mark melted to the floor, his ass sticking up in the air. A thin trail of cum leaked out of his ass as Ian flopped down beside him.

"Don't fall," Ian huffed, remembering the trigger. "Come cuddle me."

Mark turned and collapsed into Ian's arms. Ian, his own eyes half-open, failed at staying awake. He took a quick cat nap curled up in the warmth of his roommate's submissive body. When he awoke, he felt amazing.

"The truth, Mark," Ian said. "You must obey."

"I must obey," Mark said.

"How did that feel?"

Mark giggled. "Amazing. I have never been used like that."

"And do you want to continue to be used like this?"

"Yes."

"Yes...?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Okay," Ian said with a grin. "You will get up. You will lick that cum off the floor on your hands and knees. You will clean yourself and then fall deep asleep in your bed and dream of being fucked by me. You will forget all of this and chalk your sore ass up to playing with your anal toy again. Do you understand?"

"Yeah."

"Obey and do."

Ian had enough energy to turn on his side and watch Mark walk over to the cum he dumped on the floor. He got on his hands and knees.

"Look at me while you do it," Ian said.

Mark locked eyes with Ian as he lapped up his own cum off the floor. Ian's sore cock throbbed. Ian reached out and ruffled Mark's hair.

"I was hoping to play with you all weekend," he said. "But, fuck, you're way too tempting to me."

Mark, finished with his task, got to his feet. He stumbled away to clean himself. Ian turned back and faced the ceiling.

"Then again, there is always next weekend," Ian said with a grin.

***

"I swear they are trying to fuck me."

Mark plopped down on the couch. Ian, having masturbated three times that day alone in anticipation, nodded. "Tough day, was it?"

"Tough week. Thank god--"

"It's Friday!" They said in unison and laughed.

Ian looked at his roommate's body. He caught Mark looking at him a few times this week and liked it. He took a moment and then got to his feet.

"Let me get you a glass of water," Ian said. "You can tell me about your week."

"Aw, fuck, it's not something I'd like to remember," Mark said, rubbing his forehead. "I just want a nice weekend."

Ian returned with the water. He handed it to Mark who gulped it down.

Ian smiled, trying not to let himself betray his knowledge of what would happen next. He thought of the weekend ahead. And then, of the trigger words.

"Thirsty, are we?"

As Mark started to waver, Ian's mind started to come up with plans for the weekend.