My College Roommate Cuck 04

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Chapter 4: Dorm Toy

The next morning I woke up to the quiet awareness of being watched. He was sitting up on his bed, not hiding it this time, hands busy in his lap, eyes fixed on me like he’d been there awhile. I didn’t say good morning. I just exhaled and let the blanket fall away, the light cutting across my body and saying enough on its own. The look on his face shifted from embarrassment to something needier, and I let it linger before turning my head away.

He shuddered and went still, holding his breath as the moment passed through him. A couple of small drops sprang out, more suggestion than display, and he stared at his hand like he hadn’t meant for any of it to happen.

I chuckled and stood up, heading for the bathroom, letting the moment hang as I crossed the room and turned the water on. I didn’t close the door. Steam started to gather, and after a beat he drifted in too, hovering at the threshold like he was waiting to be invited without asking. 

“Do you want me to clean the room today?” he asked, apparently pretending like that was his excuse for watching me shower.

“Sure,” I said with a smile, “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem,” he said, almost excitedly. 

He continued watching me for a moment, and I just ignored him and continued sudsing myself until he disappeared.

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The rest of the day, I found myself curious about his new attitude. It was like he was trying out a new role in our dorm as a service boy. He cleaned the room, including vacuuming and then doing all my laundry. I just studied and watched out of the corner of my eye as he went on.

When he was done with that, he started on other small things. He straightened the desk. Lined up the empty bottles near the trash. Folded a hoodie I’d kicked onto the chair and set it at the foot of my bed. Every time he finished something, he glanced up at me, not quite looking for approval, but clearly registering my reaction. I didn’t give him much. I stayed on my phone, answered emails, let him float around doing his thing. I was honestly curious what he was going to do next.

“You don’t have to do all that,” I said at one point, mostly out of curiosity.

“It’s fine,” he said quickly.

I nodded, like that explained things, even though it didn't.

The thing that stuck with me was how careful he was about proximity. He kept close enough that I could feel him when he passed behind me, a brief brush of air, a sleeve against my shoulder, but he never crowded me. When he reached for something near where I was sitting, he hesitated first, hand hovering, like he was waiting for an invisible signal.

“Sorry,” he murmured once, even though he hadn’t actually touched me.

“For what?” I asked.

He shrugged, cheeks pinking. “Just, I didn’t want to get in your way.”

"Ok..." I said, trailing off. I narrowed my eyes at him.

At some point I noticed something smelled different. Cleaner, sure, but also like him. Detergent and something warmer underneath, probably from the hoodie he’d folded and unfolded twice like he couldn’t decide where it belonged in his manic cleaning frenzy. When I picked it up absentmindedly and tugged it over my head, the scent hit harder than I expected. I pretended not to notice the way he froze when he saw me wearing it.

“That mine?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah,” I said. “Is that ok?”

“Yeah,” he said immediately. “No, that’s… fine.”

He went back to wiping the desk, slower now, like he was thinking about something.

We didn’t talk about the night before. We didn’t talk about anything close to it. When we chatted at all, we talking about normal stuff. Classes. Sports. A joke about the RA. Every topic skimmed the surface and moved on. But underneath, there was a constant awareness.

Once, when he handed me my charger, our fingers touched for half a second too long.

“Sorry,” he said.

I looked at him. “You say that a lot.”

He smiled, nervous. “Yeah. Guess I do.”

Around mid afternoon, I was getting excited to fuck the girl from down the hall again. But when I texted her, she said she was on her period, and I wasn’t ready to cross that barrier.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself.

“What’s wrong?” Nick said.

“No pussy today,” I said with a sigh.

I felt him pause behind me. I turned and looked at him. He was looking right at me. I raised an eyebrow. I watched him gulp, which made me smirk. 

I stood up, looking down at him on his bed. He raised his eyebrows, starting to look a bit scared, even as he shifted on the bed closer to the edge, preparing for me to take over. 

I reached down and flipped him over, pulling down his shorts just enough to see his butt cheeks. I pulled them apart and found his little, hairless pink hole. I spit directly onto it and watched him squirm. I poked the tip at it and watched him flinch. I did it over and over, wondering if I was ever going to push past the ring, or if I was just fucking around with him. He was certainly letting me do it, but I wasn’t sure if he was enough of a cuck to actually take it.

I got my answer when he started muttering things into the pillow.

“What’d you say?” I said, holding his hips and aiming my throbbing pole of meat right at him.

“Fuck me if you want,” he said, “Show me what satisfies her.”

I held him, leaned forward, and pushed past his entrance. I watched him curiously as he tensed up, then relaxed. It honestly felt the same as when I fucked a girl in the ass for the first time. He whimpered a bit as I started to slide around. He seemed to loosen up quicker than most girls. The vice grip of his hole on my shaft loosened enough for me to spit some more, and push in and out a couple times.

I leaned down to his ear, “You’re my pussy now.”

He just grunted. It looked like he was chewing on the pillow as I pressed in further. I held the back of his head and started humping. The sense of domination got me so hard, I felt both our heartbeats as I continued penetrating deeper until I was fully inside him. His little butt cheeks tensed around my giant cock and I whispered into his ear again.

“That’s what a real man’s cock feels like.”

His whole body squirmed. I wasn’t sure if it was too much for him or if he was getting lost in more pleasure than he had ever had before. Either way, it was an intense experience for both of us, and I was in control. 

“You’re basically a girl anyway,” I said, rougher this time, as I started humping with a regular rhythm.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice lost in the moment. “I’m just a girl. You’re a real man.”

“You were made for taking cock. Your place in life is not to get pussy. It’s natural,” I said. “My dick is big, and it’s what women want. You’re a beta, and the closest you can get is tasting her on me.”

“Yeah,” he said, almost losing his breath. 

I stuck a finger in his mouth as I continued to fuck him. I stuck in my other finger and pulled his lips apart. He groaned again, like he mentally was gone.

I started clapping against him. I felt him tense up repeatedly, but he never complained. If anything, he kept leaning back into me harder every time I picked up the pace. He was so submissive in the moment, that he was making it 100% about me. It got to the point where I wanted to make sure he was getting pleasure too. With girls, I always paid attention to make sure I was doing what got them off. With Nick, there was no reason to do it any differently. 

I pulled out slowly, and he didn’t say anything. He just looked over his shoulder at me, almost meekly, a questioning look on his furrowed brow. I lifted him by his hips and rapidly flipped him over onto his back. His little cock barely registered in my brain as I lifted his legs and rested his heels on my shoulders. I watched a smile grow on his face as he gently put his hands on my hips and I lined myself up with him again, pressing forward. 

“You’re really my bitch now,” I said as I filled him up again. I watched as his face winced and then relaxed. He was in pleasure mode, and so was I. I started thrusting quicker and with force. His body bounced beneath me and his eyes looked glassy as he loosely followed my face with his gaze. I humped my big pole into him and felt his insides massage me, his heat transferring into me as I penetrated him repeatedly.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said as I approached the edge. “I’m gonna cum in you.”

“Inside me?” he said, the first question since I had started.

“Yeah,” I said, holding his hips tightly and thrusting firmly. I felt myself grow and pulse, then release inside him. His face was the most intense mix of tension and excitement as I came. I froze inside him, releasing the last of my seed when I felt him start to pulse around me. I looked down at his little dick and saw that it was squirting out a load of his own.

“Wow,” I said as we orgasmed together. “You came too.”

He looked down like he was concerned, then a little relieved.

“Shit,” he said, “I almost thought I pissed myself.”