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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.
.....
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.
