HOW I BECAME THE COLLEGE DORM SLAVE (M+/M) *ANNOUNCEMENT AUG 18*
Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2021 12:42 am
CONTENT ADVISORY & AUTHOR'S NOTE
MATURE CONTENT MATTER, OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, NON-CONSENSUAL BONDAGE, MORALLY AMBIGUOUS SCENARIOS.
READER COMMENTS WILL BE USED TO GAUGE THE LEVEL OF AUDIENCE INTEREST IN THIS PROJECT
MATURE CONTENT MATTER, OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, NON-CONSENSUAL BONDAGE, MORALLY AMBIGUOUS SCENARIOS.
READER COMMENTS WILL BE USED TO GAUGE THE LEVEL OF AUDIENCE INTEREST IN THIS PROJECT
PROLOGUE
HOW I BECAME THE COLLEGE DORM SLAVE
THE JOCK & THE PENDULUM
Living with a bunch of testosterone-ridden college jocks? Check.
Permanently surrounded by the insanely potent funk of their cheesy socks and sneakers? Check.
Personally having to obey their every whim and spending large swaths of time trussed up and gagged? Check!
Sounds like every gay guy's dream, right?
While I can't dispute some of the benefits afforded to me by this lifestyle, reading up about how I came to be blackmailed and forcibly coerced into signing a two-year contract of submission and servitude might just change your mind.
In any case, let's start off at the beginning, shall we?
For starters, I grew up as a single child, with no father to speak of and only a mother to raise me. I'd just celebrated my sixteenth birthday when my mum became romantically involved with this police officer she'd met at a bar a few months prior. Like most of her dates, I didn't think this one was going to last. But after six months of seeing this guy, I knew things were starting to get serious.
My initial reaction was one of secret jealousy and perhaps even resentment. I wasn't jealous of what they had. Rather, I was jealous of the attention my mum was giving her new boyfriend and jealous of the time she set aside to be with him. For the first time in forever, I was no longer the sole focus of her attention. Considering the fact that I'd grown up as an only child and with only a single parent to raise me, I've been told that my initial misgivings regarding this blossoming relationship of theirs were actually quite normal.
In case you might be wondering, this real-life account I'm about to share with you has nothing to do with my mum or her boyfriend. I just need to put you guys into context.
Anyways, going back to mum and her new lover, the apprehension I felt about possibly having a dad for the first time in my life immediately melted away the day I finally met him. Now I know this will undoubtedly make me seem really shallow, but my soon-to-be stepdad was - pardon my language - hot as fuck!
As a somewhat introverted and very much closeted gay guy, I was positively ecstatic to learn that my mother's hot boyfriend had a son three years my senior and that the two of them would soon be moving in with us.
So yeah, I was seventeen when my new stepdad and his twenty-year-old son Ryan finally moved in.
Ryan, who I guess you can now say is my stepbrother, was pretty much the spitting image of his father. He was tall, hunky, had a spectacularly deep voice and was incredibly handsome. Come to think of it, he was probably one of the hottest guys I'd ever laid eyes on.
Unfortunately, our personalities sort of clashed and we mostly ended up doing our own thing. He was a college jock, into sports, weightlifting, cars, motorcycles and women. I, on the other hand, was just some nerdy lacklustre twerp who spent most of his free time reading, browsing the web and playing video games. In other words, my stepbrother and I weren't exactly cut from the same cloth...if you catch my meaning.
The first few months of our living together went smoothly. Ryan and I each had our own bedroom and we kept to ourselves more often than not. While it's true that I never made a solemn effort to reach or try to connect with him, he never did either.
I did my best to stay out of his way, which turned out quite a bit easier than expected considering the fact that he basically only came home to sleep and was out most of the time. Besides, he was in college and would only be staying with us for a few more weeks before moving into a dorm apartment with the rest of his jock buddies.
It kinda saddened me to learn that he'd be leaving so soon after settling in, but part of me was also relieved upon hearing the news that he'd be moving out. I was always so nervous and uptight whenever he was around. Plus, seeing him shirtless and sweaty after each and every one of his workouts was starting to drive me bonkers by that point!
God, I wanted to kiss his huge arms, sniff his feet and lick his muscles so bad. On the subject of feet, his were really big. The smell they gave off, however, was somewhat fiercely unpleasant. But yeah, I'm sorta straying off subject here. Don't worry, we'll get back to the nasty foot stuff later. That is...if you guys are still interested in hearing about my experiences.
I guess you can say things really started going downhill when Ryan barged into my room one day and found me sitting at my computer desk and wanking to the stench of his father's smelly work socks.
The 6-foot-tall jock was furious and quite understandably weirded out. Even more so upon seeing the Tumblr feed on my computer screen and spotting the stash of dirty laundry that was somewhat discreetly - though obviously not discreetly enough - poking out from underneath my bed.
When my sexy-as-hell stepbrother spotted one of the jockstraps that had mysteriously gone missing from his gym bag, he grew even more upset.
Ryan found my entire stash that day; from the smelly socks and worn jockstrap I'd stolen from his gym bag a couple weeks back, to the pair of old boxers I'd fished out of his bedroom floor just two days ago. It also didn't help that my Tumblr feed had some forced sock-sniffing pics on display and that I'd been in the midst of reblogging photos of a handcuffed guy being forced to sniff some raunchy-looking sneakers.
I broke down into tears when he called me a sick fuck, and for a minute there I actually thought he was going to beat me to a pulp and smash my face in. The angry jock sorta calmed down and relaxed upon seeing the tears streaming down my face and noticing how truly shaken up I was.
I still remember him sitting on the edge of my bed and asking me if my mum knew about this...asking me if she knew I was gay.
I shook my head no and broke down into a sobbing, crying mess. I was mortified and kept telling myself that this wasn't real and that I was only dreaming. Much to my continued chagrin though, my current predicament wasn't just a figment of my overly fertile imagination. It was quite real.
The smelly-footed Alpha-jock was obviously irked and disgusted by what he'd seen. He didn't actually say much to that effect, but I could definitely see the scorn and condescension written all over his face. Still, he mercifully decided to keep this whole thing a secret and not tell my mum or his dad about it.
I wasn't ready to come out yet and was predictably thankful and indescribably relieved at hearing him vow to keep this a secret between us. Unfortunately for me, college-hunk Ryan had what can only be described as ulterior motives, and would later use his newfound knowledge of me to his own benefit and advantage.
From that moment on, I knew I'd be very much indebted to him until the time came for me to make my coming out.
What I didn't know, however, was that my outwardly benevolent stepbrother had every intention of collecting that debt. He would collect it in full and demand payment with interest.
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