The Roommateâs Revenge II.
A year had passed since the events that kicked off Dannyâs new horrible existence, and sadly, things didnât get any better for him.
Matt, meanwhile, had flourished. Heâd dumped Lacy after some fun and getting full enjoyment out of using Danny in front of her, but he was back to his ever rotating pussy of the week shortly after.
Graduation had come and gone, while opportunity knocked constantly for the lacrosse champ, left and right. There seemed no shortage of connections and cush jobs to be had when you were a good looking athlete running in frat circles.
Dannyâs life was more out of control, if anything. No more friends to speak of, and no longer a straight A student, too preoccupied with inhaling his roommateâs ass gas at every chance and treating every order thrown his way as god given, to earn more - he managed to scrape by with average grades and a few embarrassing stunts with professorâs who knew of his status on campus and had a mean streak to âem.
With his face parked in a now familiar dank, sweaty and smelly cave, huffing strongly to get every second and eggy scent, while Matt ate breakfast loudly and sloppily above him, he awaited his fate. Where Matt went, Danny had no choice but to follow. Like an addict, he couldnât be away from the alpha above him and would have to mold to whatever plans the jock had for him, like it or not.
âIâve been looking at all the offer letters, faggot, and I think Iâve chosenâ, he boomed, between bites. He tensed briefly, his big calloused hand grabbing the back of Dannyâs head and pressing him in deep until he heard the now familiar booming sound, that ate up all his waking day dreams. BRRRAAAPPP!!!! Danny could barely focus on his voice as he continued, the stench of Mattâs hot fart filling his nostrils and simultaneously making him gag audibly, while releasing sweet sweet dopamine into Dannyâs pleasure centers.
âThank you, Sir!â Danny squeaked from below, hoping for an encore. Matt smiled, proud Danny was learning from all the training. He enjoyed most knowing Danny hated it all, only doing it for his junkie like cravings.
âPatheticâ he chuckled before continuing, âI toured a few condos with my dad and chose one right by my new office. Itâs a two bedroom but youâll sleep in the closet so I can setup a nice home gymâ
Danny knew all this was life changing but all he could focus on was Mattâs unwashed smelly asshole, praying heâd drunk the milkshake heâd made for him, as that always brought on more gas.
BBBRAAAP!!!
âAh, that one burned, faggot, savor it. Our Dadâs are meeting us tomorrow at the new place. You should have all the moving done by then and I just want to bond with them, get them used to your new place in life, sounds good?â He didnât wait for a response from Danny, knowing he was breathing hard and warming his balls with his hot, deep, desperate breaths down below. âAnything we say, goes, and you just follow my lead. If I get one uppity look from you, faggot, and you donât look like the happiest homo on the planet, thereâll be hell to pay and Iâll throw you out on the streets, your ass access GONE. â
Danny shuddered. He hated the new and ever changing humiliations, the loss of control, the constant name calling, but worse was the threat of losing Mattâs rotten farts forever. Danny understood most of what he was saying but swore he was nearly high on the sewage coming from his asshole. Danny wouldâve agreed to sawing off his arm just then if heâd asked, and he knew it. BRRRP He merely mumbled a âyes sirâ, pressed tight to his dirty boxers and surrendered, for what seemed the umpteenth time to his better.
âEnough treat time for you faggot. I need to drain the monsterâ.
Danny shivered and paled at that, Matt knew he hated the âside attractionsâ to earning his gas and reveled in making Danny go through with them.
Danny slowly fished out his thick, beer can cock, from the open fly in his boxers and closed his eyes, waiting for the acrid morning piss to flood his mouth.
âAh, ah, eyes open Danny. I only like happy grateful faggots in my house, got it?â
Danny opened his eyes staring up at Mattâs cold green ones above him, hard, full of malice and dominance, like he was eyeing prey. He could only look up meekly and wonder how he had ended up here, what brought on these horrible cravings? Was there any way to cure them and could he ever live a normal life?
With a sharp slap to the face, Danny was brought back to the present, struggling and barely succeeding at swallowing Mattâs piss without spilling a drop this time. It worried him that he felt a stirring of pride at his improvement.
Dismissed, and Matt now watching a YouTube video on his phone above him, he felt the thick warm cock slide out of his lips slowly, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment.
âGo pick up our shit and make sure itâs organized. You have an early start tomorrow and a lot of work to get done. Iâm gonna let this food brew for a bit before I sit on your toilet mouth for a nice slow rim job. If I feel your tongue is anything but deep enough to taste my thoughts, faggot, no farts for you. Now chop chop! Iâm headed to the gym after and want this all ship shape by the time I get back.â
Danny hung his head and crawled to the Master bedroom, just how Matt liked, resigned to his new life of servitude and dreading the humiliations ahead of him at sunup, but excited for Matt to park his sweaty, hairy ass on his face if he did a good job packing, for more âtreat timeâ.
As he folded and packed all of Mattâs jerseys and gear neatly in boxes, he wondered, what will Matt do in front of our dadâs? He canât be that cruel, can he? Iâll work hard and give him no reason to embarrass me, itâs just for a weekendâŚ
To be continuedâŚ
This story is a continuation of a commission from @writinggross . Canât stand to see it end and wanted to keep it going!
