I hadn’t even taken off my shoes from walking into my apartment when I heard my roommate calling me from his bedroom.
“Hey Joey, come in here!”
Jesus. I just got in from work and already I have to deal with Ben again. Sometimes you just want a minute to yourself to relax, right? And it felt lately like I never had a quiet second alone- Ben had always acted like he owned the entire place since day one, and it had only gotten worse since he’d started working remotely. It seems like he only leaves to go to the gym or to go get drunk with one of his ex-frat bro friends.
I sighed and set my bag down.
“What is it, Ben?”
“You won’t believe who I ran into today at the gym,” he called, as I slumped up the hallway to his room.
Another empty-headed jock? I wanted to say. How can you even tell them apart?
“Who’s that?” I asked, feigning interest.
“Michael,” said Ben. “Your ex.”
I stopped. Great. When assholes collide. I turned into Ben’s room. He sat on his bed shirtless, leaning against his headboard, his meaty legs barely contained by a pair of blue gym shorts.
“We talked about you,” Ben continued. “I told him you’d been a pain in the ass lately.”
“Hey, fuck you!” I snapped, my anger rising.
“Michael said you can get that way,” Ben said calmly, seeming not to notice or care. “He said he had a little solution for when you got too uptight.”
Oh fuck. I thought. He wouldn’t fucking dare.
“Don’t you even fucki-”
“Sleepy Boy.”
The shout died in my throat. It felt like a battering ram had just hit my chest.
“Well, I’ll be fucked,” said Ben, grinning.
“Don’t… you…” I mumbled. “Fuck you, you….”
“Sleepy Boy,” said Ben again, assertive.
My hands fell to my side.
“Sleepy boy.”
My jaw hung loose. Unwanted relaxation flooded my body. I was… I was angry? Right? Wasn’t I? About… something…
“Sleepy boy.”
Mmmm, that warm feeling, flooding my shoulders, suddenly no longer tight. I was almost swaying on my feet. So relaxed, so… calm.
“Like I was saying,” Ben continued. “You’ve been a real upright prick lately. Annoying as fuck when you get home.”
Hmm? Had I been? Huh.
“But now you’re not,” he smiled. “Because you’re my dumb little Sleepy Boy.”
Mmmm, yeah. That sounded nice.
“No stress. No nagging your roommate. Just happy and dumb, knowing that I’m in charge here, right, Sleepy Boy?”
“You’re… in charge….” I mumbled.
“In fact, whenever you come home, your brain just empties right out, doesn’t it, Sleepy Boy?”
Yeah. Just empty. That’s why it was so relaxing to come home. I didn’t have to worry about anything here.
“Whenever you see me, you get happy, and relaxed, because you never have to think anymore.”
So happy to see Ben. Because he’s in charge. So nice that he can think for me.
“And when I’m shirtless, Sleepy Boy, you get excited. Because you like to see me shirtless, don’t you?”
My heart leapt in my chest as I looked at Ben’s hairy pecs. They were… so nice to look at. So meaty, and… I wished I could just stare at them forever.
“Mmmm….” I managed.
“Because you’re whoever I want you be when you’re home, right Sleepy Boy?”
Every time he said those magic words…. it just felt so… right, so, relaxing. My brain feeling like it was being continuously dunked in a warm bath.
“Like, if I want you to be my little Pit Pig, you’ll want to smell my pits, won’t you, Sleepy Boy?”
He raised his arm.
Fuck, I did. I really did.
“Because you know if you smell me, you’ll get even happier and dumber, and more relaxed, won’t you?”
I would. Oh god, if I could just bury my nose in there.
I must have been almost drooling.
“Awww,” cooed Ben. “You’re my dumb little pit bitch, aren’t you? My empty-headed, little scent whore.”
I was.
“You need my smell, don’t you, Sleepy Boy?”
It hit like fire in my chest. God, yes, I needed it. I needed his hot, musky smell deep in my lungs.
“It makes you so dumb, and so horny, doesn’t it, boy?”
My boner twitched in my pants.
“Yes….” I whispered.
Ben gave a cocky half-grin, staring at me.
“Well come get it, Sleepy Boy.”
I practically jumped toward his upraised arm, burying my face in his pit.
Fuck.
As I inhaled, I could feel my whole mind crumble. His manly scent, I just needed-
I inhaled again.
It just washed over everything, no other thoughts, just that-
Ben. Smell.
“Good boy,” Ben said, and I could faintly feel his hand on the back of my head, pulling me in further.
Ben. Inhale. His. Him. Ben, in charge. So happy.
“Good Sleepy Boy.”
So dumb, so empty. Breathe. Fuck, his dumb little pit boy. Breathe, more.
Some part of my brain barely registered Ben as he continued to say… something.
How I wasn’t his roommate anymore, just his stupid little pit whore. How grateful I was to live with him, to be owned by him.
Breathe. Him. His. So lucky.
How I couldn’t hold a thought in my head the second I saw him shirtless. How much I needed his smell, how submissive it made me feel.
Breathe. Full, empty, need.
How horny I’d be when he smiled. How even eye contact would bring me to my knees.
Breathe, so… happy, so…
“Now give me a smile, Sleepy Boy,”
I grinned, stupidly. I was fully collapsed on his massive frame.
There’s was only Ben. His smell. His chest. Breathe.
“That’s the way things are going to be now, Sleepy Boy. Say goodbye to any other thoughts.”
Goodbye.
“Good Sleepy Boy. My dumb little Sleepy Boy.”
Breathe. Yes. Again. His. His. Dumb. His.
Breathe, proof of him, his. Yes.
Dumb. Full. Empty.
Breathe.
Sleepy.
Breathe.
