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This series features graphic sex between males in bisexual and gay situations; depictions of BDSM, humiliation, and reluctant/coerced acts. If these offend you, move on.
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Chapter 2. My journey down this road truly begins, as i am made to ask for something I really want. This builds the sexual tension but still precedes any actual sex. It's still just my roommate and I; Melissa will join us in chapter 3.
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Chapter 2
My heart was pounding and the chemical overload from the adrenaline flooding my system short-circuited my ability to respond in any meaningful way.
"I... what? But I... you said to beg and.."
He laughed again, the handsome features of his face twisted in sadistic delight. It only made him hotter, I noticed to my utter shame. My body though, didn't give a shit about shame, or embarrassment. It just craved him. His domination, his strength, his throbbing cock pushing into-
Stop it!,
my brain ordered. My body responded by filling my underwear with a drooling stream of precum.
"Look, it's very simple. Don't want me to fuck your precious little Melissa?"
I flinched at this and tried to look away, only to jump in panic as I felt his thick fingers wind themselves into my hair, as close to the scalp as possible, and suddenly clench into a powerful fist. I let out a high-pitched yelp as he effortlessly hauled me up to my feet by my hair, with a hard yank. I thought he might pull my hair off my scalp, which tingled with painful fire.
We were still close to the kitchen counters and cabinets and his powerful lift caused my body to drag across his own, all the way up. It was only an instant, and yet I seemed to feel every single contour of his perfectly-formed mass, his powerful body a stark contrast against my own thin, somewhat feminine frame.
Worst of all, I found myself pinned between his muscular thighs, and he applied more force to my scalp, bending me back against the counter edge which pushed painfully into my lower back. This caused my hips to open and pivot forward and I felt his massive erection pressed into my pubic bone, just above my own cock, which was just aching to be free.
"Open your eyes!" He ordered and I realized I'd squeezed them tightly shut. I obeyed before I could stop myself.
Dammit! Stop giving him control... Oh god, his sexy eyes...
Our faces were now just inches apart and I could smell his male musk and the slight peppermint of his toothpaste as his ice-blue eyes penetrated me, looked deep into me. He sneered, "No... There's no escaping this." I felt my head try to turn automatically, and he wrenched again on my hair, renewing the painful burn. "Arms down!" He snapped and I realized I'd pulled my hands up over my chest like a topless woman trying to hide her exposed breasts. I had to push my arms down between us to get them out of the way, but he didn't move back and I could feel his pounding heartbeat under his rock hard pecs. When my hands got to my waist, he forced himself harder against me, trapping them on his crotch. He smiled evilly, as my thin fingers instinctively gripped his erection and squeezed gently. God I wanted that thing.... Any movement either of us made now, made my hands move on his dick. The thin, gauzy material of his barely there workout shorts did little to disguise the fact that I was holding his cock, with both hands, and there was still plenty of hard flesh left un-gripped. My own little erection didn't even poke out of my fist when I masturbated, and I usually just resorted to a wiggling motion of a two-finger and thumb grip. He was so big...
I found myself unwillingly fantasizing about Melissa's pouty red lips stretched over the head as she struggled to suck him. And then memories of my own cock in her hot, wet mouth, fully erect and not reaching the back of her throat. Her lips looked more like they were sucking a straw in a soda than pleasuring a real cock. The first time she went down on me, I swear I heard a little giggle as she easily enveloped my little penis. She even got both my testicles in her mouth with my erect shaft, not a single tooth making contact. Melissa later reassured me that she was okay with this, and that she was relieved that I was "a little less" than her previous partners because, "there's no danger of choking or gagging. It's really good."
It seemed okay at the time - she wasn't the first to comment on my size, or lack thereof, after all - but after watching her grind against my big roommate last night, almost masturbating against his muscles it seemed, I wasn't so sure.
"Hey!" he said loudly, snapping his fingers to break my reverie and pull me back into my body and the awkward and painful position I was in. I realized he was no longer holding the phone and out of the corner of my eye, I could see he had set it down on the counter on its little stand to capture in glorious high definition, every second of my humiliating degradation. It was far enough out at the edge of my peripheral vision that I could only make out that there was an image on the screen - presumably the video of this little tableau - but I couldn't identify the app. Probably for the best, as I would later learn.
"Are you paying attention? Don't make me slap you again." And he pulled his hand back threateningly. His iron grip on my hair prevented me from flinching much but he still noticed my instinctive fear response and chuckled.
"That's better, Now, as I was saying. All you have to do to keep me from destroying her tight little pussy with this big weapon... is stop me."
I froze, confused... "What?" I managed to stammer.
"It's simple. Stop me. If you think you can." Did he mean like, try to beat him up or something?
"Let's be real though," and he glanced down my quivering body completely under his control, "There's nothing you can do, is there?"
He paused. Did he really want an answer? Turns out, yes.
"I asked you a question!" He growled, his deep voice sending vibrations right down to my groin. And he shook my head again, twisting my hair harder. My eyes watered and I gasped out, "No! No, there's nothing I can do! Please let me go."
At this, he pulled back and slapped me across the face again and I nearly passed out, dazed from the impact and the pain. Pinned as I was, I couldn't go with the momentum of the strike and I absorbed so much more of the energy. I thought at first that he maybe broke my cheek or dislocated my jaw - it hurt so much more than last time, and the pain of that first slap hadn't yet completely faded.
