Lessons in Domination (part 1)

I was right in the middle of doing Kyle a favor when he asked me for another one.

"Hey, do you remember my new roommate, Christian?" he asked as soon as we got onto the highway from his 11 pm airport pick-up.

"Yeah, he's your friend from church?" I replied, unsure.

"Well, I've known him since we were kids, but yeah, that's basically true," Kyle said.

"Ok, what about him?"

"He's been really depressed and down on himself for a while. He just needs a win." Kyle glanced over. "The time you met him, he was kinda into you."

I didn't reply. Instead I focused on getting into the fast lane.

"You're not interested at all?" Kyle asked.

"You must be really good friends. I've never tried to do what you're doing for anyone." I said. "Am I the first person you've asked to cheer him up?"

It was Kyle's turn to pause.

"So, I did ask someone else first, but—" he paused again. "You're probably a better fit."

"Because I'm a sure thing?"

"No," Kyle said quickly. “Your energy is just more feminine, in a good way, and you can handle it if he doesn't reciprocate.”

“Yeah, no thanks,” I said. “Repressed and self-hating Mormons aren't really my thing.”

“Just come inside and hang out with us,” Kyle said. “You don't have anything else to do tonight.”

That was true enough.

When we arrived I helped Kyle take his luggage into the house, but didn't run into Christian until Kyle called for him to come downstairs.

Christian is hard to describe. He had that look—the guy who's clearly attractive under the right light or with the right effort, but hasn't bothered to find out. Tall, broad in a way that hadn't been trained into anything, hair that needed a cut two months ago. A face too young for the rest of him, like his features hadn't caught up to being a grown man yet. The kind of guy you'd walk past at the gym and do a quick double take on the way out.

"Uh. Hey." Was all Christian managed to say to me.

"I'm exhausted," yawned Kyle as he came over and gave me a sad little hug. "So you need to use the bathroom or anything before you leave?"

Now it was my turn for a two-word answer.

"Yeah, sure."

I disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. When I came back into the hallway, Christian was the only one still there.

"Kyle's upstairs already," he said. "You need me to show you out?"

"It's ok, I'll lock and close the door so you don't have to worry about it," I replied.

I headed down the hallway toward the front door, and Christian fell in behind me—like he might be heading upstairs too, but instead he hustled past and opened the door for me.

"Thanks," I said.

"Yeah but—" Christian trailed off.

"Yours or mine?" I asked.

"What?" He said.

I smiled. "Your butt or my butt?"

His eyes widened and then narrowed. "Yours, right?"

I took a half step towards him, and looked up, “Of course mine.”

A full second passed before Christian answered. 

“I’m not hung,” he said quietly.

“What?” 

“It's not small, it's average, ok?” 

There was another moment of silence. 

“I'm sure it's fine–”

“And I'm not gay,” Christian continued, “So I’m not going to touch your dick.”

“I’m not sure what to say to that, but you don't have to do anything.” 

Christian was staring at me now, trying to make up his mind about something. It took me a moment to recognize that look, but then it hit me.

It was the exact same look I gave to guys right before I was about to serve them.

I took a shot right after Christian opened his mouth but before a single word dripped out.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said. Christian started to say something again, but I interrupted him. “Didn't you hear me? I said, SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.”

I said it slowly, letting the last four words drip out of my mouth. 

Christian swallowed, hard.

I used my key fob and unlocked my car doors. 

“Get in the backseat and take off your clothes,” I ordered, “Hurry.”

For a second, I didn't think he’d obey, a “Fuck you” seemed to pass over his face before he jogged over to my car, opened the backdoor, and hopped in the backseat.

I'd never seen a guy that size fold into a car like that, barefoot, head grazing the roof, hopping in as he shoved his pants halfway down his hips, like he couldn't wait for the door to shut. Shirt off a beat later, tossed somewhere over the front seat, Not frantic but eager, racing to fulfill a clock that existed solely in my mind.

I'd never done this before, but I did have a lot of great teachers. 

I walked over to the window, and leaned in to see Christians naked body, which he had on full display for me to view.

His erect cock was probably around 6 inches, nothing special about it except that it was thick, probably thicker than most. His chest was slightly furry and slightly developed, with two nipples that seemed a little smaller than they should be. He didn't quite fit into the backseat, so he was slightly propped up, starring, and waiting for my next whim. 

I pulled out my phone and held it up to the window, turning the flash on, examining him from outside.

“You're not going to touch my dick, understand?” 

He nodded.

“You're not going to try to kiss me, that's off limits.”

He nodded again, he started to touch himself but I frowned disapprovingly.

“Stop, that's my cock now and you do what I say with it. Don't speak, unless you like what I do or if I ask you a question. If you like one of my holes, you can call me a ‘good boy’ and if you love it, say ‘good girl,’ understand?”

Christian nodded one more time as I started to strip outside of the car, leaving my own clothes in a pile. The only thing I was wearing was my thong underwear, so that it would be easier for him to follow my rules. 

I turned around so that he could see my entire body; my own erect 4.5” dick was creating a small wet spot that was probably invisible to him but I knew it was there. 

After my turn he couldn't help himself, and he used a hand to waggle his penis at me, proving and promising to me how hard he was at that moment.

I opened the car door as aggressively as I could, “I told you not to do that.” I didn't bother closing the door behind me yet as he slid over a bit so I could be next to him. 

Using my tongue, I just barely licked the tip of his uncut cock, and then flicked my tongue against it a few times. He didn't say anything as I slowly pressed my tongue against him over and over but without much friction, just teasing his cock slowly in a way which I hoped was also frustrating. 

He didn't make any noise until I gently pulled the foreskin back and did my first full swirl over the tip.

“Uh, ah,” Christian moaned. 

“Am I a good boy?” I said, trying not to smile.

“Good, good girl,” he mumbled. 

I could tell his eyes were closed, even without looking up at his face.

I started to move my mouth up and down over the exposed tip, slowly, while continuing to swirl over it with my tongue. His precum joined my saliva that was dripping down onto the shaft and balls, making the entire area smell like my warm mouth. 

I stopped for a moment, asked my question, and then continued.

“You want my pussy?” I had asked.

Christian didn't reply, not right away. He was still focused on what I was doing to him with my mouth.

“If you want pussy, you need to start begging,” I said, barely slowing down. 

Christian was still focused on his own cock, which he kept reaching for before stopping short. 

“I, I, oh fuck! such a good girl, such a good girl,” he said, trembling.

I hadn't even put him entirely inside any of my holes yet, but then I remembered what Kyle had told me.

Christian hadn't scored in awhile, and now–

His first spray of cum jetted straight up my mouth and hit the back of my throat. It was so powerful but the next spurt joined and and then he was filling my mouth with rope after rope of cum.

I swallowed out of pure habit, but it still hadn't stopped. 

“Oh, what the fuck!?” I said, but that was a mistake as the final ejactulate landed on my face just short of my right eye.

Christian was gasping for breath as I was trying not to get any of his cum into my lungs.

“You useless fuck,” I almost yelled, “Did I tell you that you could cum?!”

“Ah, sorry, I'm sorry,” Christian whimpered. “I just, well, I couldn't stop.”

“You're not off the hook, you better go get something to put inside me, I'm keeping your shit here until you get back.”

Christian moved, albeit more slowly than earlier, opening the door and scurrying to the front door. 

He was gone for several minutes, during which time I had moved onto all fours and positioned my ass so that it was facing the open door. I pulled my thong underwear free and to one side for easy access. Christian was gone so long that I thought he'd left for good, but just when I was about to adjust everything and go inside to find him, I heard his bare feet against the driveway pavement.

“Ok, can I get my stuff?” Christian asked.

I turned, barely able to see him out of the corner of my eye. His hands were empty, not a dildo, buttplug, vibrator or even anything shaped like one in his hands.

“Did you hear what I said? What did you bring?” 

There was only a brief pause before I got my answer.

“So, Christian told me what happened, and I think we got our wires crossed,” said Kyle. 

I tensed a bit at the sound of his voice.

“So, Christian, this,” I could almost hear him pointing at me, “this is a slut, slave, boyhole, cocksleave, or whatever you want to call it. It's for your pleasure, and really not for anything else. You didn't kiss it, right?

“No, he wouldn't let me,” said Christian.

“That's because it knows what it is, and what it did to you was wrong, and don't call it ‘he’, it doesn't fuck nice guys.”

I felt a hand on my ass, but not in a sexual way, more like, well, like a biology teacher pointing at something important in a textbook.

“If you look here,” I felt a finger tracing my hole, “you can tell it's used often, probably even earlier today.”

“Isn't he your friend?” Christian asked.

“Oh, not exactly, we might be friends or more if it would let me wear a condom, but that's not allowed. Did you have one?” 

“I don't, it's up in my room.”

“Jesus. Ok, go grab it. I think it's horny enough right now. Right?” Kyle demanded.

I didn't answer, but Kyle understood.

As soon as Christian disappeared back inside, Kyle spoke to me, this time for an audience of one.

“I think he likes you,” Kyle said.

Again, I said nothing, I only wiggled my ass from side to side as obviously as I could.

“Yeah, don't worry, when he gets back I’ll show him what you really are and I think he’ll be cured.”

End of Part 1.