Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2015 00:59:31 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch part 5

Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>

M/m, college, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).

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Part 05

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Since that day, I wouldn't dress anything but my underwear whenever I was
at home. As Brian had said, in the beginning I felt weird and cold, but
eventually I got used to it. And as I had imagined, Adam would see me in my
undies sooner or later. I was lucky that when he first saw me. I was alone
as Brian was out, probably still having classes. I was on the couch,
watching TV when I heard someone unlocking the door. I thought it was
Brian, since Adam never arrived home so early. If I knew it was Adam, I'd
have run to my room to hide from him. Adam stepped inside the flat to find
me, worried and ashamed, in my boxers. He stayed there looking at me for at
least 30 seconds, completely silent and, unexpectedly, he smiled. He asked
me if I was ok. Well, I could understand his question because we both knew
that that wasn't my favorite outfit when I was at home, but I quickly
managed to explain that I had no clean clothes and that I didn't see any
problem to be home in my undies. I asked him if it bothered him and he just
said: `course not.' I think he understood I was just trying to relax and,
as Brian said, we were all men there. After that, Adam continued his
routine. He'd still be almost all the time away, and when at home he'd be
locked in his room. I couldn't feel better. I didn't want him to see me
like that all the time. Brian, on the other hand, was always watching
me. I'd be there, half naked, and he would be fully dressed either watching
me or having me stroking his meat.

The days were passing by not as fast as I wanted. It's been a week since I
started showing my briefs everyday at home to both my flatmates to see. I
think I couldn't feel my arms anymore after jerking off Brian for hours
with no stop. Sometimes, he wouldn't let me go to the toilet or eat just to
keep stroking his dick. One day, I complained to Brian that we should have
a break, maybe one or two days for me to recover, but he said that that
wasn't the plan. I've agreed to jerk him off for thirty days with no pause
whatsoever. He even said he was sorry but a deal is a deal. Two days later,
I complained again then he said he would try to think of a way to make
things easier for me.

I think that other two days had passed by when he came home holding three
bags full of clothes and other stuff. `I think I found out a solution for
your sore arms' he announced.

`What's that?' I couldn't feel relieved. I knew every time Brian appeared
with something new I'd need to do something else for him.

`Just gimme a minute so I can change my clothes' he said throwing the bag
at me.

When I opened the bag, I found a box of surgical gloves. I was opening the
box when he got out of his room, wearing an old t-shirt and new sweatpants
that were probably inside the other bags he took with him to his room. He
came closer and sat next to me on the couch.

`What are these gloves for?' I swear I didn't have a clue of his
intentions.

`Well, you complain your arms hurt because you are jerking me, right? They
hurt because you're stroking my cock over my pants...'

`Hey, I said I'll never touch your dick' I interrupted him, now aware of
what he wanted.

`I know, I ain't stupid. That's why I had to think about a solution to make
things easier for you. So I figured out you could wear those gloves and
touch my dick. It's not like you're touching it' he explained quite
seriously. Brian was usually serious, trying to keep that persona of a jock
who couldn't stand fags. In his mind, everything he was doing was to help
me out, to make sure I wasn't a fag.

`I'm not sure about it...'

`Wait, there's more. I don't want to be naked either. Two guys half naked
under the same roof would sound weird, right?' I didn't answer, and he
didn't give me time to think of an answer. `I think your biggest fear about
jerking me under the pants is seeing my cock. Maybe you don't feel
comfortable about doing that, so I thought I should buy new pants like this
one. See?' he pointed to his crotch. `They have flies. So all you have to
do is unbutton two or three buttons, put your hand inside and jerk me
off. You don't need to see anything'

I didn't like his idea at all. I'd be crossing my limits once again for
him. If I crossed this line, soon he would be pushing me even further. He
knew I was deeply concerned about his new plans and about to say no, so he
continued with his persuasion.

`Dude, that's the biggest proof you can give to a man that you ain't a
fag. You are touching his dick and not getting hard. It'll make me have no
doubts about your sexuality' he said quite emphatically.

`Brian, this is going too far...'

`Bullshit, just give it a try. You're so full of shit. Saying no even
before trying it. I swear your arms won't feel sore anymore. Think about
that. You're so bitchy complaining about everything all the time. Such a
pussy'

Despite calling me bitchy and pussy, it would be great not to have my arms
hurting anymore. I couldn't go on for other 3 weeks or so if we didn't
change things a little bit. I was already having problems to write my
essays and even type my work. For more disgusting that that could be, I had
to consider his suggestion.

He got the box with the gloves from me, opened it and took one from inside.

`Here, gimme your hand'

Without thinking much, I gave him my right hand. Quickly he put the glove
on it and even adjusted it between my fingers.

`Now, unbutton my flies' he ordered, not really suggesting anything
anymore.

`I don't know if...'

`Bitch, just do it. Give it a try. If you feel it's not easier for you then
you just get back to what you were doing before. I'm trying to help you,
damn it' he yelled, scaring me a little bit. How could this guy be so
dominating and demanding?

I decided I had no other option but to try that. I was considering it
again. Well, I wouldn't be seeing his dick, and with the gloves there was
no problem. It was just like I used to do before with his dick under his
pants. Nothing that I haven't done before. I started unbuttoning his
sweatpants. His cock was already hard as usual. I tried not to look at it,
but I couldn't help seeing the lower part of his dick, where the shaft
connects with the balls. All I can say is that it was thick indeed.

`Now put your hand inside. Quick!' I think he didn't want me to give time
to think that over.

In the position I was, I couldn't do that, so I had to kneel down again
between his legs. I put my left hand on his left thigh and inserted my
right hand inside his flies feeling his cock there for the first time. Even
with the gloves, I could feel how hot it was. I could also feel it
throbbing in my fingers as I've never felt before. Slowly, I started to
pump it up and down.

`That's it, bitch. Tell me if it's not easier. I'm sure it is' he put his
hands behind his head and watched me kneeled down between his legs with my
right hand inside his flies, grabbing his thick cock.

I still didn't know but it seemed easier indeed `Yeah, I think so'

`Nice. That's how we'll be doing this from now on. There's no way back, got
it?' That was the deal. Whenever I did something new, I'd have to keep
doing that even if I regretted it later. So I nodded.

`Deal?' he asked, still looking in my eyes.

`Deal' I mumbled, not sure of that.

So this would be how I'd be stroking him from now on. I think that the best
part of jerking him directly is that he didn't take too long to cum. Maybe
only ten minutes and he was squirting under his pants. That was another
advantage of the gloves, I wouldn't have his cum touching my hands at
all. Well, maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all. As usual, he stood up,
changed his pants for clean ones and gave me the dirty one to wash.

When he sat down, I sat by his side, and put my hand with gloves inside his
flies, but I noticed that in that position I wouldn't be able to jerk him
off properly. I could try to put my hand through the waistband but then I'd
be touching his dick head and maybe even seeing it. I could try to use my
left hand but I couldn't pump his meat with that hand. I think he noticed
how concerned I was.

`Yeah, that's the only problem about my idea. You'll have to stay all the
time on your knees between my legs. But that's not too bad. Fags must be on
their knees before real man'

`I ain't a fag, you know that...'

`I don't know anything. That's why we're doing this, right?' he asked not
really interested in listening what I thought.

I was now seriously considering to get back to what we were doing before
when he said, `but think this is only for two or three weeks.' Suddenly he
was thinking about me again. `At least you won't have your arms and hands
sore and I think the rug is pretty comfortable. Besides, you can't go back
on our new deal anyway'

I really couldn't go on with my hands hurting, so I went back to my knees
realizing that I had to get used to that position and watch his face as I
jerked him off.

`I bet you are hard' he said now slightly smiling for the first time.

`No, I'm not' I protested, trying to show him my crotch but he wasn't
interested in seeing it.

`The problem of this position is that I can't check if you are hard or not'
he said while he thought of a solution to that issue. `Wait, I think I got
an idea'

Damn! Another idea. He buttoned up his sweatpants and came with two mirrors
he had in his room. That was becoming very weird. He put one in front of my
knees, against the couch. He asked me to hold it, while he looked for a
glue. He came back with it and glued the mirror in the lower part of the
couch. Then he took the other mirror and put below the TV, right behind my
back, then glued it there.

`Well, now we only need to find a position where I can see the reflection
of the reflection of your crotch'

`What you mean?' I couldn't understand what he had in mind.

`Well, your crotch will reflect in this mirror glued in the couch, then
this mirror will reflect in the mirror glued under the TV and in that one I
can see your fag crotch. Now we need to find a position where I can see
it. Let me sit down again'

He sat where he was always sitting before and then started giving me
coordinates to how I should kneel.

`No, you have to lift more your bum so I can see your crotch' I did as he
said and I think I was looking very obscene. I was on my fours already. `A
little bit more to the right. Yeah, that's perfect'

I didn't know how he could see my crotch from that position, very probably
he couldn't see anything at all. But I did know he had a perfect view of my
butt, reflected on the mirror below the TV.

`Now I want you to jerk me again. I think I'm ready to cum' he said as his
cock got harder as never. I was trying not to look at his crotch or to his
face, but whenever I saw his eyes, they were staring at the mirror that was
pointed to my ass. Once again, he didn't need much to cum and there he was
changing his pants again.

I'd stroke myself at night, before going to bed. I'd feel horny from time
to time, but thank god it didn't happen in front of Brian. I think that
jerking myself for those women fucking other women was enough to keep me
going on. However, it was weird to touch my dick now that I was holding
Brian all the time. My dick felt so small and awkward in my own hand. I
didn't feel like touching myself. But I still needed some relieve from time
to time. At least, I felt that jerking once a day, before sleeping, was
enough to keep me satisfied and keep jerking my flatmate without having a
hard on whilst jerking him. I was happy I had those videos on my
computer. That was my salvation and the only source of relief I had now
that Brian was living with me.

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End of part 05

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