Debased Men

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

My College Roommate Part One

I’d been living alone for three years when my old college roommate called and asked if he and his girlfriend could come and stay with me until they could find a place of their own. It seems his company had transferred him on short notice. I had been rattling around alone in the three-bedroom ranch I owned ever since my wife had run off with my best friend three years ago. I had plenty of room and wanted some company so I readily agreed.

His girlfriend turned out to be a gem. She was smart, funny, easy going and above all she was stunning. I was very attracted and I knew she could tell. Almost from day one she went out of her way to tease me by being flirtatious and a bit risqué in what she wore around the house. The result of her actions was that I retreated to my bedroom frequently to use my hand to relieve the pressure. Matthew didn’t seem bothered at all by her behavior. In fact, he seemed to encourage it.

By the end of the third week I was following her around like a puppy dog and waiting on her hand and foot. I was aching to sample her charms even though I didn’t think it was never going to happen.

Imagine my surprise when one night after dinner and two bottles of wine she sat down next to me on the couch, cuddled up and began rubbing her hand on my inner thigh. I got a hard on immediately.

“So, Robert,” she purred, moving her hand a little higher so that it lightly brushed the end of my d**k, “you really like me, don’t you?”

“Jen... Jenifer,” I stammered, “I... uh... ”

I looked over to gauge Matt’s reaction. He was engrossed in the game. Jennifer leaned in and kissed my neck. I stopped breathing.

“Don’t you?” she asked again.

“Yes,” I managed to croak out.

“Why are you being so cold then?” she asked, actively rubbing the end of my p***s.

“Jennifer,” I choked, “what are you doing?”

“Just being friendly,” she laughed. “Don’t you like it?”

“Jennifer.”

“Look, Robert, I’ve seen the way you look at me... ”

“But,” I interrupted.

“And don’t think I haven’t noticed all those trips you make to your bedroom,” she continued.

“But,” I repeated, completely at a loss for words.

“But what, Robert?”

I looked at Matt again and then back at her. She giggled.

“I need a shower, Robert,” she said. “Would you like to help?”

I was aghast. I knew Robert could hear her even if he wasn’t looking at us. Surely, he minded, didn’t he? I couldn’t speak. I nodded. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet.

“Matthew,” she said, getting his attention as she dragged me toward the hall. “Robert is going to give me a shower.”

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I knew my buddy was open-minded but I didn’t think it went far enough for him to sit watching a game while I was naked in the shower with his girlfriend.

“Matt,” I started. “I... ”

“Sounds good,” he interrupted me.

My jaw almost dislocated. My head was swimming. He didn’t mind? Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Want to come?” she asked him.

“Sure,” he said, getting up.

A wave of disappointment washed over me. I mean I was still going to be naked in the shower with her and get to run my soapy hands over that ripe body but... Matt would be there and it wouldn’t be even close to what I had imagined. Still, it was better than showering alone.

“Let’s use my shower,” I suggested, finding my voice. “It’s way bigger than the guest one.”

***

Ten minutes later we were all naked and wet. I was in heaven. The promise that she displayed in clothing was born out in reality. Her body was sensational. I frantically grabbed the bar of soap and went right to washing her breasts. She smiled at me and stopped my hands.

“Why don’t you start with my feet and legs?” she asked sweetly.

I dropped to my knees and took each foot carefully in my hands and washed it hurriedly so that I could work my way up her legs to the good stuff. She and Matt were making out above me but I didn’t care, I was in heaven.

“I told you,” I heard her whisper.

I washed her claves and then started on her thighs. My being was centered on the next step.

“Would you do my ass next?” she asked.

I was headed for her p***y but her ass was the next best thing. I mumbled out my assent and gently caressed her magnificent globes. My lips involuntarily planted themselves on her butt and I kissed gently. I lost myself in thoughts of carrying her to bed.

“Oh, baby,” I heard her say loudly, “we have to do something about that.”

I glanced up to see what she was talking about and observed that Matthew had an impressive hard-on that she was massaging with her delicate hands. My own member, which had started growing from the time that we had finished undressing, pulsed to new heights at the thought of those hands touching me like that.

In the next instant my hands were soaping air as Jennifer spun around and knelt down beside me. Her sensual lips found mine and her right hand trailed down between my ass cheeks and caressed my d**k and balls.

“Oh my god,” I thought as my dreams seemed to be coming true.

Then her hand wrapped tightly around my balls and squeezed really hard. I yelped in pain and tried to buck her off but her left hand gathered a handful of my hair and I was trapped.

“Robert needs to be sucked off,” she whispered softly in my ear.

“What?” I sputtered.

“You need to suck him off,” she said.

“No,” I croaked.

She tightened her grip until I almost passed out.

“Please,” I quavered.

“Suck,” she demanded, using her grip on my hair to force my head to just in front of his raging hard on.

“No,” I said with clenched teeth.

She closed her hand tighter and when I opened my mouth to scream she rammed his d**k down my throat. I tried to spit him out but she maneuvered me like I was a puppet. I sucked as she directed. I sucked until he spewed his seed down my throat.

“Good boy,” she purred, letting his d**k slide out of my throat but maintaining her iron grip on my jewels.

“Please,” I begged. “You got what you wanted, now let me go.”

She ignored me, looking up at Matt and saying, “Go get the cuffs and collar, my hand is getting tired.”

“Cuffs, collar?” I thought. “That sound ominous and like they planned this scene.”

Matthew stepped out of the shower and within seconds my arms were cuffed behind me and my neck was encircled with a wide steel collar. Jennifer released my aching nuts and I collapsed on the shower floor. I looked up at my tormentor.

“Jennifer, what’s going on?” I croaked.

“Matt and I have been looking at places to rent, but things are kind of expensive here,” she said, “and you’ve got plenty of room so we... ”

“Jennifer,” I exploded, “what the f**k are you talking about? I’m asking why you... ”

“I’m getting to that,” she interrupted smoothly. “Do you want me to finish?”

I closed my mouth.

“As I was saying, things here are expensive and you have plenty of room and you seem quite submissive so we decided to make you our little slave so we can live here rent free and have a servant to take care of any twisted needs we might have,” she said.

“Are you completely deranged?” I shouted. “You can’t make me your slave.”

“We can’t?” she laughed.

“No.”

“Robert,” she said softly, “I think things will go much smoother for you if you get it in your head that you belong to us now.”

“I don’t f*****g belong to you,” I screeched. “Take this stuff off of me.”

“Do you want to spend the night chained up in the bathroom or are you going to start accepting your new place in life and sleep at the foot of our bed?” she asked completely ignoring my outburst.

“Sleep at the foot of your bed?” I sputtered incredulously.

“Well, technically it’s your bed because we are taking over the master suite,” she said.

“Let me loose you stupid cunt,” I raged.

“I guess that means the bathroom for you tonight, Robert,” she said nodding at Matt.

“f**k you,” I said, climbing to my feet and stumbling for the door. “I’m going to... ”

My sentence was interrupted as Matt calmly cut my feet out from under me, hooked a chain to my collar, wrapped the other end around the toilet and locked it. I was trapped in the bathroom until they let me loose. I looked at Matt who had been my best friend in college.

“Matt?” I questioned. “I thought we were friends.”

He looked at me coldly.

“Do you remember when you f****d Melanie?” he asked.

Oh s**t. Melanie had been the one girlfriend in college that he seemed to really love. I didn’t think he had ever known that I had taken her to bed.

“Melanie?” I asked with a sinking sensation.

“Yeah, Melanie.”

“I’m not sure... I... ”

He snorted and left the bathroom. I looked back at Jennifer who had one of those cat-ate-the-canary smiles on her face.

“Woopsh,” she giggled. “I don’t think he has forgiven you.”

“Jennifer,” I said calmly, deciding on a different tack. “This is crazy. If you guys need a place to stay and help or whatever I’m happy to help.”

“You are?”

“Yes,” I said, my confidence growing. “Whatever you need. I’ve been friends with Matt for years and if you guys need anything why... what are friends for?

“That’s really nice, Robert,” she said warmly.

“Anything.”

“Super, Robert,” she said. “That’s really nice. I think that our new relationship is going to be great!”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I really hate it when I have to discipline a new slave,” she said.

“Huh?”

“I mean it is so much nicer when a new slave understands their place and cooperates.”

“Jennifer, I thought... ”

“That you could tell me that you would do anything for us and that would get you out of your situation?” she sneered.

“Well, no, I thought that we... ”

“Robert, do you remember what I told you a few minutes ago?”

I didn’t. My head was swimming with the order of magnitude change that had taken place in my life and my mind was totally focused on getting out of what looked like a life of servitude. I hated to act stupid but I didn’t have a clue.

“Uh... no,” I admitted.

“I told you that things will go much smoother for you the sooner that you accept that your life has changed and that you belong to us now,” she said.

“Jennifer, please,” I pleaded.

“Robert, I’m going to bed now,” she smiled. “I’ll see you in the morning.”