|by Christophorus Volkov|
Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 24 Oct 2017
Alvin was in a rush. He wanted to get back to his room and watch the game video coach had sent him to study online. The cool autumn air tickled his nostrils as he got out of the car.
His hair was still wet from the shower he’d taken in the locker room. Joey was a big man. He stood 1.92 meters and weighed a flat 130 kg. That’s about 6′4″ and 285 pounds in the old English system. He had muscles everywhere. The kid was built to play offensive lineman. Alvin was smart, organized and extremely clean. He believed in the philosophy of a clean house equaling a clean life.
Alvin’s roommate was cross country runner, Joey. The long-distance runner was a state champion from the U.S. state of Maryland. He came to the university on a full scholarship for his running ability. Alvin, on the other hand, had to earn his way onto the football team as a walk-on.
Joey, unlike Alvin, was a slight 68.5 kg or about 150 pounds. He stood 1.70 meters or 5′7″. His upper body was thin and slight. Most of his weight was in his powerful glutes and thighs. Alvin noticed how round his roommate’s ass was one night when he was wearing sweat pants.
Also unlike Alvin, Joey was a slob. He never would pick up his dirty clothes, underwear or towels. He never did a dish or took out the trash. Alvin often spent hours following around his younger and smaller roommate picking up everything he would throw down.
It got to the point that Alvin had enough.
After one particularly ridiculous evening of picking up several of Joey’s items, Alvin bellowed,
If you can’t pick up your clothes, I’ll never let you forget it.
Joey laughed in his face,
What does that mean?
You’ll find out, little man. You’ll find out.
Joey heeded the warning for a couple of days, but it was a short-lived respite.
It was Sunday morning, the day after the big game against State, Alvin, still rushing, stuck his key into the door and turned it in the lock. Carrying his gym gear and balancing a gas station coffee cup under his arm, he opened the door to see Joey’s running shorts discarded right by the front door.
The young bubble-butted runner’s routine was to come in after his morning run with the team, drop his shorts at the front door and walk naked to the downstairs shower to clean off the grime of his run. Thi Sunday morning was no exception. When the sophomore was finished, he dried off and decided to relax on his bed. He carelessly tossed his towel on the floor, and it slid on the hardwood into the hallway. Still a little wet from the shower, he fell asleep face down on his bed.
Downstairs, Alvin couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was just this kind of action by Joey that prompted the ominous warning. The big defensive lineman began to rage inside. Everything was building up inside.
He sat the coffee cup down on the table by the front door and dropped him gym gear onto the sofa. Angrily, he picked up the nasty running shorts and made a beeline down the hall to confront the little jerk he lived with.
As he approached the open door to Joey’s bedroom, Alvin saw the wet towel in the door of the room that Joey had tossed across the floor a few minutes before. Alvin looked through the open door. The naked runner’s powerful legs were slightly spread apart and his naked bubble ass was facing the door.
The shorts were one thing, but the towel was completely another. Alvin could not stop himself. Before he knew what was happening, he was on top of Joey tying his wrists behind his back with the wet towel.
What the fuck? asked Joey.
Dude, I’m tired of your shit. I told you not to put your dirty damn clothes on the floor again,
and I come home to your smelly nasty running shorts laying at the fucking front door and a wet towel on
the hard wood floor outside the room.
Joey struggled a bit.
Listen, I will pay extra rent. This joke has gone far enough man. Let me go, said Joey.
Oh no, this ain’t no joke. You think I’m your mama, so I’m gonna do what my grandmama did to me
down in Mississippi. You’re going to learn your lesson, said Alvin.
Hey man, I know you’re mad from the game. You don’t have to take this out on me.
Oh no. It’s going to be taken out on you and your perky little ass, ok?
Joey was scared. Alvin was angry, and he’d never seen him like this. The rage was stunning.
Listen man, I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I was just laying here minding my own
business and you burst through with roid rage and...
Alvin tilted his head in disbelief. He never touched any drugs. He calmed himself and tried to make
his tone match,
Excuse me, did you say roid rage?
Uhh...well...I mean you are pretty mad...I...I...
I don’t take steroids! Who do you think I am? I’m a hundred percent clean. Do you see me shooting
up in the bathroom when I’m in the shower and you come and clip your nasty toenails? Yeah, I’m done cleaning
those nasty things up, too.
Whatever, dude...just let me put on a pair of shorts and we can talk this out, pleaded Joey.
You’re scaring me.
I’m not letting you do anything until you learn your lesson, you little shit. I’m going to make
you NEVER forget this fucking moment.
A shudder went through the tied athlete’s body. He wasn’t going to get out of this.
I’m tired of hearing you talking. Open your mouth, Alvin ordered.
What, are you going to make me suck your dick?
Maybe, you fuck. Just maybe. Don’t give me ideas. Just open it...and close your eyes.
Seeing as he was in no position to disobey the order, Joey closed his eyes and opened his mouth.
Suddenly, the pungent order of sweaty crotch hit his nostrils. Alvin stuffed the dirty running shorts that Joey had worn on his run that morning into the runner’s open mouth. With some training tape Joey had haphazardly left out within Alvin’s reach, he taped the shorts in Joey’s mouth.
Wow, so much quieter now! I like this version of you. Look at you with those powerful legs that
can’t do anything now. I’m about to OWN that ass, too.
MMMHPHHHHMMM, Joey tried to say something through the smelly and sweaty shorts in his mouth,
he almost gagged. His muscles strained as he struggled against the towel that tied his arms.
How do your balls taste, Joey? Are they good? I know they don’t smell good. I have to pick up
those things every fucking time I have to pick them up off the floor in the living room or the kitchen
or the bathroom. I swear kid. You’ve made me crazy, said Alvin.
The big man looked at the runner who was spread out in front of him. His untouched and unblemished skin was covered with tiny beads of sweat. Alvin could feel his nervousness, and he decided to let the suspense build for a moment. He retreated to his room to think.
Left alone on his bed, Joey listened for a moment. When he thought the coast was clear, he quietly began to slide off the bed. His bare feet hit the cold floor. The naked fugitive tip toed towards the door to the bedroom. He didn’t know where he was going, but, if he could get outside, he’d be humiliated, but he could at least get help.
As he got two steps from the door, he was met by Alvin. Standing at his full height, he was several inches taller than the skinny runner. Alvin grabbed his flowing blonde hair and pulled his hair backwards. Joey pathetic blue eyes looked up into Alvin’s.
Out of ideas and armed only with a full bladder, Joey couldn’t think of anything to try to get past the big lineman, so he pissed all over Alvin’s legs and shoes.
Alvin began to shake in anger. He reached between Joey’s toned legs and grabbed his low hanging nuts and squeezed as hard as he could and let go. Joey’s knees buckled as he fell to the floor. He rolled his knees up to his abs as the pain coursed through his lower abdomen. With a grunt, Alvin picked up his roommate and threw him back on the bed. He rolled him over so that he was on his stomach, and he secured his legs with one of Joey’s neckties that he had unceremoniously thrown on the floor near the bed.
Joey closed his eyes. He’d never felt the kind of pain he was feeling from his crushed nuts.
Alvin’s rage just kept growing as he stood there looking at his pathetic roommate naked on the bed.
Let’s see, what should I do with you now that you can’t escape? I’m going to go back to my room for
a moment and clean up this mess you made with that cock of yours, and you better be in this position when
I get back. Understand?
Mmmhmmmph, Joey said.
Alvin walked back to his room and stripped off the urine soaked socks and shoes.
pissed all over my new Jordans, thought Alvin, shaking his head. He walked into his private bathroom
and wetted a towel and cleaned off his legs. He slipped off his shorts and underwear to see if the pee
stream had gotten him. Naked from the waist down, he heard a thump from the other room.
Still naked on the lower half of his body, Alvin walked back into Joey’s room, and the blonde-haired slob had fallen off the bed and was out cold. Unable to protect himself from the fall with his tied hands, Joey had smacked his head on the hardwood.
I told him not to move, thought Alvin.
He checked Joey’s pulse, and he had one. His breathing seemed fine. Alvin had a little first aid training from his time in scouting. He checked Joey’s pupils, and they showed that Joey was just out cold.
Alvin lifted him back up onto the surface of the bed and used this time to roll his captive again onto his stomach and more securely retie his hands and feet to the four corners of the steel bed frame.
Joey was starting to come back into consciousness.
MMMMPH. Ummph, responded Joey. He began
to realize that he was now tied even more securely. He put his head straight down into the pillow. He
again realized that this was no joke.
From Joey’s closet, Alvin grabbed a decades old wired video game controller and doubled the thick, black cord into a whip. He smacked it on the bed next to Joey.
Look, I thought about it, and I don’t think there is any way I can go on living here
like this. You and I are just too different. I knew that when I moved in, but I don’t know.
Joey tried to look around at his hulking captor, but he was just out of his eyesight.
When I came home today, I guess I just snapped, continued Alvin.
Truth is, with you being
a sophomore and me being a junior, I’ve always thought of you as my little brother.
Joey wondered where this was going.
I appreciate you. I know you work hard at running, but there’s more to life than that. There comes
a time in every man’s life when you grow up...I did it when my mom died. After that, there was no one
in my life to cook for me or to clean for me or to cook. Everything that I have, I have earned because
I saved my money. My scholarship wasn’t given. It was EARNED. Understand?
That’s why it pisses me off when I see your shorts on my couch or by the door. That’s why it pisses
me off when you leave your wet towels on the floor or when you don’t do the dishes or whatever. You are
an ungrateful, spoiled little bitch boy, and I know that you can be better.
Joey struggled and wish he could scratch his left butt cheek. His head hurt. His balls hurt.
Today, you fucked up...plain and simple, said Alvin.
When I fucked up, I was punished hard.
My grandmother used a piece of wood and an extension cord all the way up until I was in high school. My
last spanking was when I was 17, and it was because I was FIVE MINUTES LATE! She’s old school. In fact,
she threatened to punish me just last Thanksgiving when I was home. I knew she was just joking, but I
learned discipline from her. Funny thing is, even though she was joking, there was a seriousness to her
voice. I want you to know that seriousness. I want to be that person that holds you accountable. I love
you enough to do this for you.
Joey breathed deeply. He couldn’t believe this was going to happen.
You have no discipline or respect for anything. That changes today, and this old game controller
you have here should do the trick, said Alvin as he smacked the cord on the bed next to Joey.
Alvin rubbed Joey’s pristine ass with his hands to warm it up.
Dude, before this happens, do you understand this comes from love? Everything I do today is to
make you a better person.
Sullenly, Joey nodded. He knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter, and, frankly, he knew he probably deserved what he had coming to him for all he times he had bullied or took advantage of someone’s kindness.
You’d better ready yourself. These cords sting like a bitch, Alvin warned.
He wasn’t kidding. The first whip stung like 100 wasps plunging their stingers into Joey’s skin.
He yelped in both surprise and pain,
Alvin, unmoved by his roommate’s cries, continued to strike his roommate’s ass repeatedly.
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK.
As he spanked Joey’s bare butt, Alvin began to feel a sense of calm come over him. This was cathartic for him, too. He felt like he was helping Joey in some strange way.
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK
Joey struggled as the weals and welts began to raise on his hairless cheeks. The hits rained down and his muscled butt contorted with every hit. Strangely, Joey stopped reacting verbally. It was like he was resigned to the spanking he was receiving.
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK
Alvin wondered why Joey was strangely quiet. The young man could certainly take a beating. After
the loud start to the session, all Alvin heard from Joey was the occasional muffled
umph as he
whaled away on the bubble ass. Few sounds came through the pair of dirty shorts that were crammed in Joey’s
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK
Joey’s ass was close to cracking open when Alvin’s right arm began to get tired. You could see red and purple marks neatly crossing the young ass in straight lines. Alvin admired his handiwork but, for the first time, began to feel bad for the young man.
He didn’t show it, but Joey was spent. His ass hurt. His balls hurt. His head hurt. He was worn out, and he had no idea how he was going to get in his evening 5K run. He wondered how much longer Alvin would go. For the first time, he raised his head and caught a glimpse of Alvin. He realized that Alvin had been naked from the waist down the whole beating. His flaccid cock and low-hanging balls were right there. Joey, for the first time, realized he was hard. He was unbelievably horny from the entire experience, somehow. He felt confused.
Taking pity on Joey, Alvin stopped the punishment and left his roommate tied up. He retreated to his bathroom. He came back with a bottle of aloe. Alvin carefully squeezed out some aloe in his hands and spread the lotion on Joey’s burning ass. As Alvin rubbed his ass, he rubbed in between Joey’s cheeks and briefly brushed against his tight hole with his finger.
Alvin waited for a protest, but Joey just remained still on the bed.
Truth was, he was enjoying the soothing feeling of the aloe vera and Alvin’s big hand rubbing his sore bum.
Alvin brushed the hole again. No response positive or negative. So, Alvin slipped his fingertip into Joey’s hole. He didn’t know why, but he went with it.
Ohhhhaaahhh, cried Joey.
It wasn’t a cry of pain or of pleasure, but it was from a weird feeling inside Joey’s ass. Alvin was only the second man to penetrate Joey’s anus, and the first without a medical degree.
Mmmmm, Joey cooed as Alvin pushed deeper and deeper. In one of his physiology classes, Alvin
had learned about the prostate gland. He’d always wanted to feel it in another man. Joey wasn’t protesting,
so Alvin thought he’d go searching. He plunged his finger deep inside and began to feel the bottom wall
of Joey’s rectum. He was about the second knuckle deep with his index finger in Joey’s hole when he found
what he was looking for.
Joey closed his eyes and let the pleasure fill him. He forgot about his aching balls. He curled his toes. Alvin noticed the curled toes and took it as a sign that his prisoner was enjoying the invasion.
With his free hand, Alvin reached up and pulled at the trainer’s tape keeping the shorts in Joey’s mouth. The tape let go, and the shorts fell out of his mouth. For the first time in about a half an hour, Joey could speak.
Mmmmmm....what are...you doing?...ahhhh, asked Joey.
Does it feel good?
Oh God. I don’t know. It kind of hurts, but OH...uh...I like....ahh...it.
Do you want me to stop?
Na...No...ahhh...don’t...don’t st..stop. It was a breathless response.
He continued to rub Joey’s prostate for a few more minutes. He felt connected to his roommate. Alvin pulled his finger out of Joey’s ass. Watching the enjoyment and pleasure Joey was clearl