My Roommate Is From Hell - Part 2

"You like my cock, boy?" he asked staring right through my eyes. I had to look down and my gaze rested on his cock, hard and ready for another round.

"Yeah," I responded quietly. Suddenly I felt his hand on my chin lifting my head up until I was looking directly into his eyes.

“Oh, so you do,” he said while smiling at me.
"Yeah Jon, I do," I answered meekly, but sort of smiling myself now. Can I?

"You wanna suck my dick again don’t you," he said before I was able to finish my question.

I looked at his amazing arms, with a vein running down his biceps, and his meaty veined forearms. I couldn’t help by admire his body, his is the poster boy for total masculinity.

"Yeah, can I suck your dick again,” I mumbled.

“What do you say,” he asked?

I added, “Please.”

With a chuckle he said, "Sure thing fag, this big cock is basically gonna live in your mouth for the entire weekend.”

I got a rush hearing him talk to me like that with his totally manly voice.

"But it looks like you've got a problem of your own. Now I want you to take your boxers off,” he started to say.

He didn't need to finish that command, because I shucked my boxers around my ankles and threw them off in seconds. Jon slapped the head of my dick with two fingers and I gasped. I looked up and he smiled as he grabbed me by the balls and pulled me closer; then he took my dick and started jacking me, slowly. With his right hand he started to do the same to his own throbbing eight inches. I moaned and soon after Jon switched gears. First he rubbed the head of his bigger cock against mine, but then he started slowly tapping his cock, from above on the head of mine then he actually starting slapping them together pretty hard.

"Slappin' your faggot dick, boy...oh yeah! You fuckin' get off on this big time, don't you Mike?"

I was moaning like crazy, and didn't know what to do...I might have passed out, but instead I rested my hands for support on Jon's massive shoulders, feeling his power there. Soon, however, Jon stopped, and I involuntarily made a moan of disappointment. Jon paid no attention. He backed off about a foot, and still held the base of my cock, sort of massaging it there, and sometimes running his fingers over my balls. I felt totally under his control.

He looked me right in the eye, and said something that shocked me,

"I wanna fuck you now," sort of matter of fact. "You've got a nice ass, and I wanna fuck it. You got a problem with that?"

I just stood there for a few seconds, saying nothing. He wanted what? I looked down and gasped as he squeezed the base of my dick again...I saw the muscles play in his big toned biceps, and his forearm as he held me. I wanted to protest, but it came out sounding very weak.

"Uhm...no...no way, Jon, I don't do that..." I sort of half-whispered, meekly.

Jon ignored me. He let go of me and sort of just stood there, resting his weight on his left hip, looking SO sexy.

"Show me how hot you are for my cock, Mike. Put your arms on this couch and stick your ass in the air." I looked back at him. "Do it!" he commanded.

I lost all will power and did as he said. I turned, bent over, rested my arms on the couch, and stuck my ass up. I'd never felt so vulnerable and exposed. Soon I felt Jon move behind me.

"Stay still, slut. Don't move too much." I felt his massive thighs brush against my hamstrings, and then sort of push my legs apart, exposing me even more.

He placed his left hand on the small of my back, and then lightly slapped my ass with his right, making me buck back a bit.

"Damn...no tan lines, Mike. Nice. You've got a better ass than most girls I've fucked..." Jon said this sort of smirking, and it made me feel really great to hear him compliment me like that.

I had a nice toned body...but still, I was scared, and embarrassed...I was starting to get second thoughts. I mean, I had never planned on getting fucked by another guy. Jon's commanding jock voice dispelled all those thoughts...

"K...don't move a lot, like I said. Just take it. Don't make me snap your fucking back in half," he said.

I didn't know if he was serious, BUT I was totally turned on for some reason to hear him say that. Jon grabbed the base of his massive tool with his right hand and slapped it on my ass cheeks a few times, then ran it up and down my crack. Pretty soon it found my ass...I felt like I was totally submitting to Jon, this cocky football stud, and it turned me on like hell!

Jon started applying pressure to my ass, and in heat, I decided to complete my submission to him. I locked down my legs and pushed back against him.

"Good...just take it, faggot," he said curtly, and with one rough move he pushed the spear-head of his cock past my ass.

I gasped in shock and pain. Jon was sort of applying pressure to the small of my back with his left hand, which forced me to arch my back. Then with another push, he shoved several more inches of his thick cock into my ass, driving the air out of me. He rested for a second while I came to.

"Shit...Jon...wait....wait...please stop," I finally told him. I wasn't expecting THIS to tell you the truth.

"Wait, stop, I don't wanna do this anymore," I said, and started pushing up.

Suddenly I felt Jon's hand come down between my shoulderblades and pin me to the couch. He grabbed my right wrist with the other hand, and pinned me there as well.

"Listen cocksucker, I'm gonna fuck your ass whether you like it or not. Got it?" he asked and jammed another half-inch or so of his cock into me, to make his point.

I gasped for air again.

"Goddamn! What a fag...fuckin' tight hole, faggot. You just got your fuckin' cherry busted open, boy, and I'm taking what's mine. Now fucking relax, and you'll love the feel of my big cock in you, dumbass. Gonna turn you into a total fuck pussy, shithead, whether you like it or not...so just take it, or I'm really gonna do a number on you, faggot!"

His words cut into my mind, and sent that chill all over my body...a mixture of fear, admiration, and lust for his coursed through me. Soon I felt his cock inch up my ass again, but this time slowly, and sensuously. I was still in a lot of pain, but this was one of the most erotic, and degrading things I'd ever done. Soon I felt Jon's pubes scratch my smooth ass-cheeks.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "Fuckin' own your ass now, Mike."

FUCK! I nearly came when I heard this cocky stud say that. Jon waited a couple of minutes until my ass accommodated his girth...I felt like I'd been piked on a beer can or something.

Soon, though, Jon set about doing what he said he would. He started fucking my ass, at first in shorter thrusts, but then he long-dicked me, really driving my hips into the couch. There was still a lot of pain, but now there was something else too---occasional outbursts of amazing sensations, which made me moan with no fucking control every time!

"Fuckin' liking it yet, Mike you dumb fag? Shit! Should have taken your ass sooner, boy...got a hot tight tan hole, you're better than fucking Pamela Anderson, pussy!"

I couldn't believe it! This straight jock stud had bullied me into taking his cock, the total submission, and was now long-dicking me on the couch, it was sooo fucking shocking! Then Jon really sunk his cock deep up my ass and pulled me up off the couch, then pushed me up, until I was holding on to the backrest and was on my knees.

Then he really started pounding into me, but deliberately and rhythmically, his hips making a loud slapping sound every time they smashed on mine. He held one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, feeling the tension there...the feelings of his cock running in and out of my ass were the most shocking and amazing thing I had felt. It only added to the thrill that he could, like he said, snap me in half...I had never felt so completely dominated and open than when I was taking this wide-receiver's dick on my own couch. Soon Jon, showing all the power he had over my body, fucked me forward until with every in-thrust he drove my cock into the couch, bringing me almost to the edge.

But it didn't end there. Jon played with me like a doll, twisting me around until he was sitting down, and I was sitting on his cock, legs splayed out, my own cock sticking up in front of me. Still totally ruling my body, Jon put on a fucking storm of thrusts...I didn't even fucking know how he could go so fast, but all the sounds in the room for about five minutes were the incredibly loud slams of his hips against my ass, and my uncontrollable moaning, which he forced out of me with his cock or by playing with my balls with one hand while sinking the fingers of the other in my waist, or grabbing my neck and emphasizing his power over me.

He also did this by alternating...sometimes he would slow down and just sort of slowly but deliberately thrusting into me. When he thrust in like this, he would keep the whole length of his monster cock up inside me, and push me way up off the couch, then he would thrust out half way. I had learned to clench my ass muscles on his every out-thrust, it felt SO much better to do that.

"Fuck yeah! Do it, Mike, make my cock feel good with your pussy, you gay cockslut. Shit! I fucking knew I'd own your ass, you fuckin' little wimp-boy cocksucker. Now you know how it feels to take a real man's cock, and don't fuckin' forget who busted your ass open first, Mike. Made you my fucking bitchboy, take it, yeah, hot hole..."

Jon kept his barrage of trashtalking throughout his rough fuck. Soon he yanked his cock out of me, and basically dragged me to the floor. Jon had me kneel and plugged my mouth some more again, this time totally taking his dick out, past my lips, and then slamming it in again all the way down my throat. After a few minutes of skull-fucking me like that Jon took my by the hair into his bedroom. He roughly slapped me around a few times and plopped me on his bed. I almost came, reminded again of this football jock's immense physical and sexual power over me.

His muscles were slightly flushed with red from the exertion of his superfuck, and his whole body was covered in sweat, which shone and made him all that more sexy.

"Tell me what you want, cunt! Say it and beg for it, you cumrag!" It took no time for me to answer.

"Oh my god, Jon, please, PLEASE fuck my ass, man, I fuckin' want your fuckin' amazing jock cock up my ass, fuck the shit out of me, Jon!"

"You got it, you dumb pussy!" Jon barked back at me, and slapped me again, ordering me to open up my legs.

I did so and he knelt on the bed between my knees, the proud cock that had taken my cherry jutting aggressively upwards. Jon grabbed my ankles, raised until my ass was in the air. He looked down a spit a few times on his cock, then jammed into me mercilessly, causing me to moan like a bitch in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck yeah! You fucking take my cock NOW, any way I give it, faggot!" I was amazed at Jon's power as he fucked into me like an a****l.

I mean I was totally getting pounded by another guy my age, so it was still sooo humiliating, but it felt too good to think to much about that. I reached over and felt the amazing tension in his contracting and expanding abs as he slammed his cock into me. Soon, though, Jon put my ankles on his muscled shoulders and bent over me, pinning my wrists down to the bed above my head.

"Ready man? Ready to take my hot cum up your pussy my wimpy roomie? Huh?" He asked, sort of smiling. I started to answer, but he answered for me...

"OOoh yeah, I KNOW you are, Mikey...fuckin' take it man...take my cum up your ass! I fuckin OWN you! Hot-DAMN!"

Jon exclaimed, and I could tell he was coming...but his stream of trash talking, the feeling of his fucking me, and the feel of his masculine, amazing body rushed through me...I shot way over my head, and then harder than I had done before, all over my stomach and chest as this hot jock came loads up my ass...his eyes bore through mine as he unloaded into me.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, Mike! Take it! YEAH!" Jon screamed in victory as he finished spurting my ass-pussy.

Jon rested over me for about a minute, while I licked at his shoulder, tasting the sweat that had accumulated. Soon he pushed up off me, and looking down, slowly dragged his softening cock out of me. I sighed as it left my body. But Jon was not done here. He inched his way over my body, still kneeling over me.

"Clean it," he said, and I did.

Then he sort of wiped his cock off on my face and hair and nonchalantly walked out of the room. I got to see this superior jock walk away from me, his latest conquest, towards the bathroom, his amazing back muscles playing as he strutted away, and I realized he had just really made me his total bitch.