Jake was a messy, dirty Alpha jock roommate in your apartment of two, and he was well aware of the effect his messiness had on you. You were this perfect-order elegant gay dude who liked everything in its place.
Jake grew accustomed to not flushing the toilet, leaving behind laundry, spitting on the floor, trashing the kitchen and your shared spaces, and even throwing his dirty laundry - when it piled up - on your bed to take care of.
One day, you waited patiently at the couch for Jake to return from school to confront him about leaving his huge dump in the toilet bowl without flushing. The whole apartment stank like hell, and you almost passed out when it first hit you.
When he made his way into the apartment, you couldnât tell that he was furious. Enraged, in fact. And you stood up and started blabbering about cleanliness and hygiene and smell.
He threw his backpack aside and, hearing your nagging, walked closer and handed you a back slap across the face, which threw you onto the floor, leaving a red mark on your small face.
âShut the fuck up!â he yelled.
You were starting to tear up from the slap as you held your face together, as if he smashed it apart. You couldnât muster out the words. You couldnât even move.
He kneeled closer to you on the floor, which made you shudder a little in fear, anticipating a sequel to his slap.
In a low, fierce voice, he said, âIâm not sorry I hit you, you pathetic little faggot. I do what I want here. This is my apartment and youâre here to do chores and sleep. Donât like it? Doorâs right there. But from now on, you donât say a word to me unless itâs âYes Sir.â Or that slap will be one of many. I will show you hell. And if you try to get me in trouble, I will ruin your life. Do you understand?â
You paused. What the fuck? He just called you a faggot and threatened your life? You couldnât tell what he was up to or capable of. So you meekly said, âYes Sir,â still holding on to your face.
âGood. Fucking. Faggot,â he said slowly, staring into your eyes. âNow, granted the smell of my shit can be overpowering to you, faggot. So letâs get that fixed. Follow me into the bathroom.â
You started to stand up as he walked toward the bathroom, kicking his shoes and socks off.
âCrawl,â he said firmly without looking.
âYes Sir,â you said, crawling like an animal to the bathroom.
He unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers and sat down, while you kneeled at his feet.
âThere we go. Deep breaths, homo. This is going to be your new favorite scent.â
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