Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 12:00:07 -0400
From: lukex <lukex@subdimension.com>
Subject: Danny In The Dorm part 1

	I was sitting in my room, attempting to read an assignment for
class, but mostly just looking out the window at the brilliant early fall
day.  College had started a little more than a month before, and while I
was adjusting just fine, at times I found myself wistful for my small
hometown world.  The plaza outside the dorm was full of students, on the
way back from class, walking over to the student union next door to hang
out, returning from sports practice.  How could I be expected to study when
just outside my window were dozens of beautiful, hunky young men walking
about?
	The door to the room opened, and in walked Danny.  He was wearing
jeans and a short-sleeved shirt that pulled tightly at his pecs and biceps.
He grunted his usual nonverbal greeting, and I said Hi back.  Chance had
chosen to punish me with a roommate with whom I shared absolutely nothing
in common.  Though he was, for sure, a breathtakingly attractive man.  He
had dark blonde hair and brown-green eyes, with a superbly handsome yet
boyish face.  And the bod -- oh, the bod.  He was naturally athletic,
possessed of a strong and well-balanced upper body.  A perfectly smooth
chest with a perfectly flat stomach and a trim, fit waistline, plus sizable
arms and strong shoulders.  It was a body formed through the activities of
an athletic, hard, hot adolescence, and it reflected a perfect geometry of
muscle and grace.
	I couldn't have desired his body more.  The first time I saw him
without a shirt, I had to quickly look away and conceal my astonishment at
how perfect he looked.  He had been the object of every single masturbatory
fantasy for a month, as I pined to place my lips around his firm nipples,
to caress the rounded ridges of his pecs, to feel his cock down my throat.
	But, as I said, we couldn't have been more different.  We hardly
exchanged more than pleasantries in the room and had no friends in common.
And, really, he was a bit of an asshole.  Arrogant, selfish, inconsiderate,
all, even if he still had a rather roguish charm.  But even at his most
unpleasant, I still found myself desperate to have him.
	There was a knock at the door, and Danny called out, "Come in."
His friend Bill entered.  Inwardly, I groaned in disappointment.  Bill was
an annoying guy -- he obviously aspired to be like Danny, but in fact he
was tiny and slight, not attractive at all, and without any of Danny's
charm.  I half suspected that Danny just hung out with him to enjoy the ego
boost of the hero worship.
	Bill settled onto the edge of Danny's bed and they began talking
their usual bullshit, while I tried, even less successfully than before, to
read.  Danny was leaning back on the bed against the wall, tossing a
lacrosse ball into the air repeatedly and catching it in the net.  He had
played lacrosse in high school and apparently was very good.  I had never
even really heard of lacrosse -- it's not played where I grew up -- which
just gave Danny another reason to dismiss me when I told him this early in
our relationship.
	They were talking about a guy, Chris, who lived down the hall in
our dorm, who had apparently slighted Bill somehow.  "I should just totally
kick his ass," Bill said.  Chris was at least 50 pounds heavier than Bill,
all of it muscle.
	"Yeah, right," said Danny.  Even he wasn't going to let this go
unremarked.  "Maybe if I helped."
	"We should, Danny.  We should boon him."  ("Booning," I had learned
earlier, was the art of grabbing someone, and holding their head in the
toilet and flushing.  It was very infrequently practiced, but one or two
unfortunate guys in the dorm had been victims.)
	I let out an involuntary snort.  Even the two of them together
could not have managed that.  I had hoped it was inaudible, but Danny
picked up on it.
	"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
	"Nothing.  Nothing," I said.  They kept looking over at me.  "Just
that Chris is a big guy, and I don't really think you two could overpower
him."
	"Bullshit we couldn't," piped up Bill.  "We totally could."
	"Bill, you two guys couldn't even overpower me," I said back.
Though I'm clearly not the bulk of Chris, I'm not a small guy myself --
about 6 foot 2 and 180 pounds.  While I'm no bodybuilder, I have a pretty
muscular build, from years of tennis and swimming.  I said it without even
thinking, a throwaway remark.  But that simple sentence would set in motion
a chain of events that I never, ever could have predicted.


	Danny caught the lacrosse ball with a twist of his racquet and sat
up on the bed.  "You don't think so?  I bet we could."
	I just shrugged in response, not especially interested in
furthering this conversation.
	"Let's make a bet," said Danny.  "I bet the two of us can
immobilize you before you leave the room.  You start in the corner,"--he
pointed at the corner opposite the door--"and we have to keep you from
getting out of the room."
	"How are you going to keep me from getting out of the room?"
	"We'll have to tie you up," said Bill, pleased with himself for his
contribution.  "Yeah, I bet we can tie you up before you can get out."
	"I don't think you can do it," I said back.  "And besides, it's
stupid, why would I bother?"
	"Cause it's a bet," said Danny.  "And I know we can do it.  What
are you, afraid?"  He was intensely competitive, and I think in part he
wanted to do it just to prove to me that he could.
	"Okay," I said.  "What the fuck."  I stood and walked over to the
corner.
	"Bill, grab a couple of ties from my closet," Danny said.
	"No way," I said back.  "You don't get a head start.  Let's just
go.  You ready?"
	They both stood and positioned themselves in the center of the
room, between me and the door.  "Ready," said Danny, and I moved quickly
towards them.  I started to move around Danny and then quickly darted back
over and near Bill, figuring I could fake out Danny and had a much better
shot of getting around Bill.  And while Bill couldn't really stop me from
moving forward--I just plowed into him and kept going--Danny's reflexes
were fast and he had grabbed me around the chest and was pulling me back.
From the strength of his pull and Bill pushing me back, Danny managed to
pull me down onto my bed with him.  He quickly maneuvered himself on top of
me, pressing down against me with the full weight of his body.  I could
feel the heat from his strong, hard body, the pull and the strain of his
muscular torso.  My cock started to stiffen.
	I was finding it hard to free myself from Danny's hold, and Bill
was also pushing down on my shoulder.  "Get the ties from my closet," Danny
ordered Bill.  "There's a couple hanging on the left."  As Bill released
his hold, I wiggled my shoulder free and gained just enough leverage to
lift Danny's body off mine slightly, but still not enough to escape from
under him.  He was using the full weight of his body against mine, pressing
me face down into the bed.  His head was just behind mine; I could feel his
heavy breath against the back of my neck.
	Bill rushed back over with the ties--he had grabbed about 10--and
Danny said to him, "You're going to have to tie his hands while I hold him.
Don't let him up."  I knew Danny would have to move to give access to my
arms, which were currently pressed down by my sides, so I thought I'd be
able to wriggle free.  But Danny was smarter than I thought.  "Sit up on
his legs," he said to Bill, and Danny pulled our bodies further onto the
bed so that instead of our legs mostly hanging off the edge we were pretty
much fully on the bed.  Then I could feel Bill climbing up, and positioning
himself down on the back of my thighs just as Danny moved over to let him
in.  I tried to pull away right then, but I wasn't fast enough, and soon
Bill was sitting heavily on my legs, which Danny still rested his body
across my back.
	My arms were down by my sides, and I felt someone pull at my left
wrist to pull it behind my back.  I tried to pull it further beneath me,
but just as I got it away, another hand grabbed my arm, and between the two
of them, I wasn't strong enough to hold out.  They pulled my left arm tight
behind my back, stopping just short of making it hurt.  "Get the other
one," Danny said, really breathing heavy now from the exertion.
	But whoever was holding my left arm let up slightly as they reached
for my right, and I pulled it away.  "Fuck," Danny said, "you gotta hold
his arm down."  Again my left arm was pulled back, and this time I felt the
pressure of what seemed like a knee against my forearm, pinning it down
against my lower back.  This time they were able to get my right arm as
well, and as one of them held my two arms tightly against my back, the
other tied the soft silk of the ties around my wrists, pulling it tight.
	Once my wrists had been bound tightly, Danny lifted himself off me,
and Bill sat back onto the bed.  Danny was breathing hard, leaning forward,
and I took the opportunity to jump up and make for the door.  But I wasn't
fast enough; Danny again grabbed my torso and pulled me back down on the
bed.  "You gotta tie his legs, too, moron," he said to Bill.  He spun
himself around so that he was sitting on my thighs, facing my legs, and
used his strong arms to bring my legs together and hold them.  I was on my
back with my hands squashed uncomfortably beneath me, and I looked at him,
at the strong muscles of his back straining his shirt.  Bill was trying to
wrap another tie around my ankles, and I started kicking as best I could.
It was enough to keep Bill from getting a good hold, and at one point while
he was struggling, I managed to wrest one leg completely free and used it
to kick Danny in the head.
	"Fucker!" he shouted.  "You fucker!  Bill, you gotta get the
fucker's legs!"  And now Danny moved his body further down mine, so that he
was lying atop my lower body, and this time the weight of him was too much.
Eventually, Bill managed to wrap the tie around my ankles and tied my legs
tight.
	At this point it was clear I was beaten, and they both stood and
sat on Danny's bed to rest.  I rolled over on to my stomach, to relieve the
pressure against my wrists.  "Told you we could do it," Danny said
triumphantly.  But I could feel that Bill had not tied my ankles together
all that tightly after all, so I had some play that I knew would allow me
to actually move a little.  I let my legs fall onto the floor and stood and
started inching towards the door, pretending as if they were tied real
tight and I could barely move.
	Danny laughed at me, and as I suspected didn't move right away.
When I was about 6 short steps from the door, I made my break, stretching
the rope around my legs as far as I could, and then walking as swiftly as I
could.  Danny leapt up and made for me, shouting "Fucker!" again, but I
managed to reach the door.  I spun myself so that my bound hands could grab
the doorknob, and I had it turned and the door partially opened when
Danny's arm shot out from behind me and slammed it closed.  Again, he
grabbed me and pulled me back, dragging me across the room and finally
dropping me face-down on my bed.  He reached over for the ties.  He pushed
me face down on the bed and I could feel him tying another tie around my
ankles, really tight this time.  "You little fucker," he kept repeating, as
he pushed me around roughly.
	Then he tied another rope around my thighs, just above my knees, so
that I really couldn't move my legs at all.  He was working feverishly now,
even though clearly there was no way I could have stopped him.  He had
become surprisingly aggressive, and grabbed yet another rope, which he tied
around my chest to bind my arms even tighter.  "Okay, Danny, I think that's
good," Bill said.  Even he was picking up on Danny's aggressive behavior.
	"No, man, we're not done.  We're gonna tie up and gag this sucker.
Sit him up."  As Bill pulled me into a sitting position, Danny went over to
my dresser and pulled out a sock, which he then stuffed roughly into my
mouth.  He grabbed yet another tie, and used it to press the gag down into
my mouth as he tied it around my head.  As he was tying it, leaning over
me, my face was right at his chest level, and I could sense the heat from
his body, smell his clean, masculine smell.  He stood up, and the gag was
tight.  I tried to speak, but my voice was completely muffled.
	He stepped back and looked me over.  I became profoundly aware of
my rock-hard erection.  Since the first time he had grabbed me, my dick had
been getting harder and harder, and though I would have been hard-pressed
to explain it, the more they were able to tie me up, and the more
aggressive Danny had become with me, the harder it had gotten.  I actually
think it was harder than it had ever been in my life before, if that's
possible.  And I was wearing jeans that were a little too tight, so when I
looked down it was clearly very visible.  (As it happens, I have a rather
large dick.)
	"Come one, Bill, let's go hang out at Cooper."  Cooper was the
student union next door.
	"We're not gonna leave him," Bill started to say, but Danny cut him
off.
	"Come on, let's go."  Danny pulled open the door and held it for
Bill to pass through.  "He can call for help if he wants," Danny added,
laughing.  Then he turned, standing in the doorway, and looked at me.  I
just looked up at him, a confusion of emotions.  But what he did next sent
a chill through me.  He stared right into my eyes, and then slowly looked
down my body unless his eyes came to wrest on my crotch, with its obvious
bulge, where he looked for a long hard second, until turning his gaze back
at me, staring at me hard and smiling what I knew for certain was the
wickedest smile I had ever seen.


	The room got quiet with their departure, and I sat on the edge of
my bed, my legs and arms tightly bound, the gag filling my mouth and
cutting across my cheek.  It was surreal; just a half hour before I had
been reading a textbook, the most typical thing a college guy could do, and
now I was completely tied up and helpless.  For a while I tried to free
myself, but after about 10 minutes of pointless exertion, I knew that I
couldn't do it.  Danny had done a superb job of tying me up tight.
	I thought about Danny's look as he was leaving, what it could mean.
Obviously he had noticed my dick was hard, and wanted me to know that he
had, but I couldn't really figure out why.  I supposed that he would
conclude I was gay (he was no genius, for sure, but even he could manage
that one), and he seemed like the type who wouldn't exactly have tons of
gay friends.  But, on the other hand, we weren't friends anyway, and I
didn't want us to be.  I figured that, at most, this would make us even
less interested in interacting with one another.
	They were gone for quite a while.  I could see the light changing
through the window, and I guessed it was probably about an hour or so later
that the door opened.
	It was Danny, alone.  He came in, and closed and locked the door
behind him.  I was lying on my bed, on my side, and I lifted my head up
slightly when I heard the door.
	He looked over at me and then plopped himself down on his bed,
across the room from mine.  "Well, well," he said softly.  "I guess you
lost the bet, huh?"  He kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his socks.
	I just looked over at him, not moving or trying to make a muffled
sound.
	He stood up and walked over to me, and stood by the edge of my bed.
Then he reached down and grabbed me, pulling my legs down towards the floor
and sitting me up on the edge of the bed.  He positioned himself directly
in front of me, and I looked up at him, his face looking down at me from
above.
	He just stood there for a minute, not doing anything, until finally
he said, "Your dick still hard, faggot?"
	I looked down and away from him, but he grabbed my chin and made me
look back up at him.  "Is it?  I never would have pegged you for a homo,
Luke, but, hell..."  He was staring straight at me, and little by little a
smile emerged.  "But I guess you are.  Just my luck to get some faggot
cocksucker for a roommate.  The only other homo I knew was this kid in my
high school, but he was real faggy, you know, like a girl almost.  He
always claimed he wasn't, but I had a friend who told me this fag had
sucked his dick a bunch of times.  And that he gave a really good blow job.
Do you suck dick, Luke?  Huh?  Do you give head?"  He released his grip on
my face, and I looked down, but that left me staring directly into his
crotch.
	I could feel my cock start to harden from listening to Danny talk
about sucking dick, and I began to feel increasingly anxious.  "Well,
you're not denying it, so I guess you do like to eat cock, huh?  You
thinking about that right now, thinking about sucking some hard cock?  That
making your little dick hard?"  And he pushed my shoulders back so that he
could get a better look at my crotch, which was just now starting to get
noticeably bigger.
	"Do you want to suck my dick, faggot?"  I looked up at him when he
said this, and he was smiling.  "Not gonna say.  Well, I'll just let your
cock do the talking," and as he said this, he put both hands on the back of
my head and pulled my face into his crotch.  He rubbed my face all over his
denim-covered crotch, and I could feel his dick sliding around under his
jeans.  I couldn't believe this was happening.  And, of course, my dick got
super rock hard.
	After he'd rubbed his crotch in my face for about a minute, he
stopped and then pulled my head back.  "Hey!" he shouted, looking down at
my crotch, with my stiff dick prominently profiled in my jeans.  "look at
that!  The cocksucker's got a boner.  I knew you wanted to suck my dick."
Danny started laughing a little as he said this, and then he stepped back
and unbuckled his belt.  He pulled the belt off and in one smooth motion
wrapped it around my neck, and then used it to pull my face tight against
his crotch.
	He held my face against his crotch with by grasping the two ends of
the belt tightly.  The smooth leather was a little cold against the back of
my neck, and when I tried to pull my head back slightly, he just tightened
his grip so that I couldn't move at all.  My face was pressed into his
groin, and he just held me there for a few moments while he spoke.  "So I
got me a homo for a roommate, whose dick gets stiff just thinking about
blowing me.  Well, well.  I haven't had my dick sucked since I got here,
and god knows I could use a good blow job.  So I am going to let you suck
me off, faggot, and you better do a good job."
	He let go of the belt and it fell down onto the bed behind me.
Then he stepped back and unbuckled his jeans.  I was bursting with
excitement; I had fantasized about that hot bod since the day I first saw
him, and now I was actually going to get his dick in my mouth.  And
somehow, being bound and verbally abused made it even more exciting.  I had
never experienced anything like that before, but the rough way he treated
me, and feel of the restraints made me even hotter for him.
	Danny pulled down his jeans and underwear in one quick motion,
pulling them down to his knees and then stopping.  His cock was hard, and
it was a good-sized, perfectly formed cut dick.  I could see a tiny pearl
of precum at its tip.  Danny put his hand on the top of my head and asked
"Do you like my dick, cocksucker?"
	I just sat there for a second, until he pulled my face up to look
at him.  "Answer me."
	I nodded.
	He smirked.  "I knew you would."  He stepped forward again, and
pushed his cock into my face.  His balls were hanging at my chin, and his
dick stretched up along my face.  I could smell the beautiful, slightly
musky smell of his crotch, and I inhaled it deeply.  He grabbed his dick in
his hand and started slapping me in the face with it.  With his other hand,
he kept me looking up at him, so that he could stare into my eyes with his
wicked little grin, and just kept dick-slapping my face.  He would tap the
tip of his cock against my cheeks (which were swelled from the gag), and
then against my nose or sometimes in my eyes, which would make him laugh
out loud.
	Finally, he reached around the back of my head and untied the gag,
and then pulled the sock out of my mouth.  I took several deep breaths.
Danny went right back to what he was doing, holding my head and slapping my
face with his dick.  I just looked up at him, and didn't say anything.
	"Okay, queer, suck my dick," he said, and pushed his rock hard cock
into my mouth.  It was as good as I had imagined; long and thick, it filled
my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around it, getting it nice and moist.  Danny
just stood there for a few minutes, while I sucked on him and slobbered all
over his dick.  Then he settled into a firmer stance and placed both his
hands on the back of my head.  "Time to really eat some dick," he said, and
then Danny began pistoning his dick in and out of my mouth.  He pushed it
really far in, pulling my head towards him until my face was pressed up
tight against his hard body and his cock was lodged deep in my throat.
Then he pulled back almost all the way, until just the head of his dick was
in my mouth.  He worked into a steady, regular fucking motion, thrusting
his body and moving my head to create the perfect face-fuck.
	I looked up into his gorgeous face.  His eyes were partially
closed, and his head was thrown back slightly.  His lips were parted, and I
could see his tongue dart out as he savored the sensation of getting blown.
He looked down and saw me looking at him, and he smiled a little and said,
"Good cocksucker."
	Danny kept this up for a couple of minutes, until his thrusting
started to get more furious and his breathing heavy.  He was really
pounding away at me, and I would feel his low-hanging balls slap against my
chin each time his dick plunged into my throat.  Finally I felt the first
spurt, it came as only the head of his dick was in my mouth, but it shot
all the way against the back of my throat.  He kept up the fucking motion
while my mouth rapidly filled up with his hot cum.  I tried to swallow, but
it was tough to do with him still fucking my face so hard, and cum started
to spill out between my lips and down my chin.  Danny kept shooting and
fucking, and I swallowed what I could.  At last he slowed down, but he kept
his hand on the back of my head and finally he pulled out his dick, which
he then rested against my face, as cum dripped out from the head and along
my cheek.  I swallowed the huge load he had shot in my mouth.  Danny stood
there, breathing heavy, his hands still holding my head steady while his
dick laid across my face.
	After a few minutes, Danny returned to normal and stepped back
slightly.  He pulled up his jeans and looked down at me.  "Hey, you have
some cum on your face.  Don't you think you should eat all my cum when I
feed you a load?"
	"Yes," I said quietly.
	"Then lick it up, faggot," he said.  I reached out with my tongue
to pull in some sticky goo that was on my lips and chin.  I got what I
could, but I sensed there was still more cum on my chin that I couldn't
reach.
	"Still more," Danny said.  Then he pushed me over and I fell to the
floor.  Danny pushed me onto my back, and then stood near my head.  He
placed one of his bare feet on my chest.  Like the rest of him, his feet
were perfectly formed, beautiful.  "You need to eat all my cum,
cocksucker."  And he rubbed his big toe against my chin, and then forced
his toe into my mouth.  "Eat it off," he said, and I sucked the sticky cum
from his toe.  He then used his toes as a spoon to feed me the rest of his
cum, pulling it off my chin and cheeks, and feeding it to me.
	When he was finished, he sat back down on his bed.  There was a
long, awkward pause.  And without saying anything, he came over to me and
knelt down beside me.  Then he turned me over and untied the rope binding
my arms to my side and the one holding my wrists together tight.
	I sat up, so my face was next to his.  He was half-smiling at me,
with an expression I couldn't figure out.
	"You liked that, didn't you?" he said, glancing quickly at my
crotch, where my still hard dick was clearly visible.  "You really liked
that."
	"Yeah," I said back.  "I did."
	"Well, you're in luck, cocksucker.  You're gonna be sucking my dick
every day for the rest of the semester."
	Then Danny stood and put his shoes and socks back on.  "See you
later," he said and walked out.


To be continued...
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