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13 / 09 / 2024

🇬🇧🇺🇲 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇲

This long story is the first since my previous account was deleted. I would like to thank my friend and co-author @phagster2 very much for agreeing to write this story with me.

It is the continuation of a story that he wrote and which inspired me.

Our ambition is to make a series like the one called ETHAN.

This is the first part, in which Chris, the tall blond male with blue eyes, makes Liam, a studious student, his servant.

I hope you will be there to read this story and the following parts 😁

PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY written in collaboration with my friend @phagster2

- LIAM THE LOSER - PART 1

PART BY @submissivegayfrenchboy2

CHRIS : “Where do you think you’re going?”

Chris asked with astern look.

CHRIS : "I'll need my fag picking up after me in college too. I hope you haven't signed up for any colleges yet, and if you did you'll drop out. I need you in my dorm full time. You've got a month to pack your bags and come with me."

But, in reality, Liam did more than withdraw his application: he asked for Chris to take his place! Liam figured that if he had to give up his place at the prestigious university he had been accepted to, he might as well give someone else the benefit of it. And who deserves it more than Chris? Chris ordered him to remain his gay assistant at his own university.

Liam accepted, both out of admiration for Chris and also because he scared him a little. But Chris is not scary, mean, violent... He is nice to him as long as Liam obeys, so Liam figures he should continue to serve Chris as an assistant.

But a public university was unworthy of receiving a man like Chris. He had been the Homecoming King, the winner of all the high school games, and, having gotten good grades thanks to the fact that he had used Liam as a homework slave. Liam is the best student in the whole high school, he is cultured and intelligent, but was not very charismatic, funny, attractive. He is neither handsome nor ugly, neither strong nor weak, neither short nor tall, neither rich nor poor. In short, Liam is normal, basic, average, goes unnoticed.

He now has a strategy: he will use Chris to have a luxurious life, let Chris believe that he controls him, but in fact Liam intends to use Chris's beauty and charisma to get what he wants through him. He just has to transform Chris into an educated and elegant man, everything he is not.

First, Liam sent a letter of recommendation to his university saying that he gives up his place by asking that it be given to Chris Leyne. In his letter, he praises Chris's physical and moral qualities and sends photos of Chris. Recruitment for such a prestigious school requires a physical meeting between the board and the student, but Liam hopes that, having been admitted without an oral interview because of his good grades, the same will happen for Chris.

A week later, Liam, who has been living with Chris since he was kicked out by his family, hears Chris calling him in the living room. Chris has offered Liam to live with him, and in exchange for his hospitalization, to take care of the household chores. Chris' parents were away on vacation, so Chris was the only master and Liam acted as the perfect servant.

Busy cooking dinner, Liam took off his apron and arrived in the living room where Chris was sitting on the couch. He thought to bring a can of beer to Chris, who took it without looking at or thanking Liam. He pointed to the floor for Liam, told him to sit down and ordered him to massage his long, stinky, sweaty feet. Liam was like a dog at his owner's feet and began to massage his master's long, warm feet.

CHRIS: "I have here an acceptance letter to POWERFUL FUTURE UNIVERSITY! It's the best academy in the country! I didn't even apply! It proves that I'm exceptional."

LIAM: "Yes, Mr. Chris, the board certainly realized what an incredible person you are. You're perfect and it's only right that you're going to study at the best school."

CHRIS: "But who is this mysterious friend who recommended me. Maybe Paul, or Taylor, or..."

LIAM: "Or me."

CHRIS: "You? Ahahahhahahaha!!! 🤣 You would have given up a prestigious university for me?"

LIAM: "That's the truth, Mr. Chris. I'm grateful to you for allowing me to please you by serving you, so I wanted to offer you an exceptional life worthy of an exceptional being."

CHRIS: "Wow, Loser.... Sorry, Liam,... That's incredible. Thank you. In exchange, I promise you that I will keep you at my service no matter what, that I will always be there for you."

Throughout this discussion, Liam had continued to massage Chris' long, stinky feet.

CHRIS: "I want to thank you, loser! Um... Liam. I really can't call you Liam, I spent too much time calling you Loser. I think the easiest thing is for me to keep calling you that. And besides, it's rather pretty as a name, "Loser"! Well, then, what we're going to do is go to a restaurant together, Loser! That way after a good meal you can take care of my file to send to the university tomorrow."

LIAM: "Um... I already did, Mr. Chris. When I sent my letter, I also sent all the paperwork for your registration, and since I had already paid the tuition fees, everything was already taken care of, Mr. Chris."

CHRIS: "But that's super, Loser! See, Loser rhymes with super! You're my hero, you're Super-Loser! Hahaha! Now, let's go eat to celebrate!"

Liam put Chris' socks back on his feet, before tying his shoes. Then, they left the house.

CHRIS: "You know what? I want to give you a present! Why don't you drive my car? I know you've always wanted to drive one.

It's a form of trust to entrust you with my car, so make me proud!" It's true that Liam had passed his driving test, but couldn't afford to buy a car. Even though he was like him from the middle class, Chris was a little richer.

So Chris already had his own car, neither impressive nor magnificent, but at least he had one, unlike Liam. It was natural that Liam went to open the front door for Chris who got in without thanking him, before Liam went to the passenger seat like a chauffeur. There, he had the pleasure of driving a car, and told himself that it wasn't disturbing to be at Chris's service because it offered him opportunities such as this one, even if it was Chris who chose the music to listen to and the place.

Liam parked the car not far from the restaurant and went out. He expected Chris to get out of the car on his own, but he didn't. So Liam opened his door for him, and Chris got out the way he had come in: completely ignoring Liam.

He walked towards the restaurant, followed by Liam.

The restaurant was neither fancy nor too poor, just a nice restaurant with a good atmosphere.

Once seated, they were given the menus, and Chris wasted no time in ordering.

CHRIS: "So I'll have a steak with fries, and a glass of red wine, and my friend will have a green salad. And add a bottle of water."

Liam was stunned: Chris hadn't given him time to place his own order and was forcing him to eat a green salad, but no dressing, like he was a rabbit!

He ate his salad without dressing and had to watch Chris devour his appetizing steak.

CHRIS: "Hey, I'm feeling generous, Loser!"

Chris handed him a fry.

LIAM: "Thank you so much for your generosity, Mr. Chris."

He was supposed to thank Chris for a fries when he had only been able to eat a salad!

Less than an hour later, Chris ordered Liam to go pay for their meal. Liam felt stupid for thinking Chris was going to pay for their dinner. But since he had been living with Chris, he had been having money problems. Disappointed by his decision to give up on studying at a prestigious university, his family had preferred to disown him. He had been able to take some things, but Chris had sold them as soon as he arrived in order to pay the rent that Liam owed him.

Just because he did all the housework didn't mean Liam had to live for free too!

Even if living meant sleeping on a mattress at the foot of Chris's bed, and his only clothes were the ones Chris had worn five years ago, Chris had become so much taller and more muscular than Liam.

When he came back to Chris, he looked happy.

CHRIS: "You're going to be happy because thanks to me you've found a job that you're probably going to be very good at! The restaurant is looking for a new server, and I suggested your name to the manager. You start tomorrow!"

MANAGER: "You'll work from 5 p.m. to 2 a.m. You're entitled to a 10-minute break to eat."

CHRIS: "You'll be busy in the evening, so you'll have to have my meals prepared before you go to work."

MANAGER: "You have to be there 40 minutes before your shift to check the table layout and tidy up a bit."

CHRIS: "Well, you'll have to go by bus or on foot, because I won't lend you my car."

MANAGER: "And since you're the newest server, it'll also be your job to clean the toilets, understand?"

CHRIS: "Oh that's great, he loves it! Cleaning toilets is one of his favorite pastimes. He does it at my place morning and evening."

MANAGER: "Is that true? That's good because our toilets are sometimes clogged so you'll have to unclog them, especially since our customers sometimes forget to flush the toilet."

CHRIS: "Ahahah hahaha!! 😂 You're really going to like it here!"

The manager was a large white man a little taller than Chris, and about sixty years old. To his satisfaction at discovering that Liam liked cleaning toilets, Liam understood that this old boss liked to exploit his employees, especially if they were young and naive like him. He was going to be able to make him clean the toilets as often as possible, unaware that Chris had only lied to humiliate Liam. The fat old boss's eyes sparkled at the idea of ​​having a lackey at his disposal and planning to pay him as little as possible while making him work harder. Lots of ideas were brewing in his head.

THE MANAGER: "Besides, Chris told me that you know how to drive, so that's a good thing since we sometimes have drunk customers. To avoid tarnishing the reputation of my restaurant with car accidents, it's you who will have to drive drunk customers back so that they arrive home safe and sound."

What a humiliation for poor Liam, promised to a prestigious university and finding himself exploited by his only friend! But he had to pay rent to Chris in order to stay at home. So he accepted this job and left with Chris. When he got to Chris's house, he took off his shoes and licked Chris's feet until he fell asleep.

The next day, a grueling day began as he would have to work very early at the McDonald's drive-thru after preparing breakfast, so that he could relax while Liam worked to earn money which he he was going to pay it to him.

A long summer awaited Liam...

(below, a picture that give you an idea of Liam and Chris, even though Chris is supposed to be blond)

PART BY phagster2

Liam’s world had completely shifted. What started as simple tutoring for Chris had snowballed into a life of total submission and servitude. He couldn’t quite pinpoint when it had all gone so wrong, when he had stopped living for himself and started living solely for Chris’s benefit. But here he was, having given up his dream of attending a prestigious university, all for Chris—his "friend," his "master."

The dining incident at the restaurant solidified what Liam had known deep down: he was no longer an equal to Chris, not even a friend. He was a servant, a tool. Chris’s arrogance was unmatched, and yet Liam couldn’t muster the courage to resist. Every time he tried to think about leaving, about reclaiming his own life, Chris would somehow make him feel both essential and replaceable all at once. The balance of power was so lopsided that Liam had convinced himself this was the only life he deserved.

When they returned home, Chris collapsed onto the couch, not even bothering to take off his shoes. Liam, trained in his role by now, knelt beside him, unlacing his sneakers and peeling off his socks. The stench hit him immediately, but he didn't flinch. This had become routine, almost second nature. Chris smirked down at him.

“Good job tonight, Loser,” Chris said, his tone mocking but casual.

CHRIS : “You paid for dinner, found yourself a job, and handled all the hard stuff so I didn’t have to lift a finger. That’s what you’re here for, right?”

Liam nodded, his face flushed with shame, but he said nothing. Chris didn't wait for a response. He stretched out his legs and signaled for Liam to begin massaging his feet, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. As his fingers worked the familiar grooves of Chris’s sweaty feet, Liam’s thoughts wandered.

How had it come to this? He had been the best student in school, someone with prospects and potential. But Chris—Chris had something Liam lacked: charisma, confidence, the ability to command a room, to make people bend to his will. And somehow, Chris had managed to make Liam bend completely, stripping him of any identity or self-worth he once had.

Now, as Chris casually bragged about his university acceptance—a position Liam had forfeited for him—Liam realized that his life was no longer his own. He had become trapped in a cycle of dependence, tied to Chris by some twisted mix of admiration and fear. Chris, oblivious to the internal conflict brewing inside his so-called friend, was too consumed by his own greatness.

"I’ve been thinking," Chris said, interrupting Liam's thoughts.

CHRIS : "I can’t let you stay like this forever, right? I mean, you’ve got to have some ambition, even if it's just to be my assistant full-time. So here’s what we’re gonna do. You’ll keep working your little job, whatever it takes to pay rent and keep the house running. And I’ll focus on being the best. You handle everything else, okay? That’s your role, Loser."

Liam’s heart sank, but outwardly, he remained passive, his hands continuing to massage Chris’s feet. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

Chris took a deep breath, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head.

CHRIS : “And don’t forget, Loser—you’ve got to drive me to practice every morning, so get up early and make sure breakfast is ready. I’ve got to keep in shape, after all. Someone’s gotta be the star, and we both know it’s not you.”

Liam felt the knot in his chest tighten, but he nodded. This was his life now, wasn’t it? Every action, every thought, revolved around Chris. He had given up everything—his education, his future, his freedom—for a man who barely acknowledged him as more than a useful tool.

As Chris drifted off to sleep, his feet still resting in Liam’s lap, the crushing weight of Liam's reality settled over him like a thick fog. He had once imagined using Chris’s charisma to gain a luxurious life, but it was clear now that Chris had flipped the script. Liam wasn’t using Chris; Chris was using him, and the worst part was that Liam had willingly walked into this life, one humiliating step at a time.

The future stretched out before him, bleak and unchanging. A future of serving Chris, of cleaning, cooking, and working dead-end jobs to make sure Chris could continue living the life of a king. And yet, part of Liam couldn’t let go of the faint, desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way out. But for now, as he looked down at Chris’s sleeping form, he knew that day wasn’t coming any time soon.

The next morning came all too quickly for Liam. He barely slept, his mind racing as he replayed the conversation with Chris from the night before. The way Chris had effortlessly dismissed him as nothing more than a servant, a cog in the machine that kept his life running smoothly. Liam had always known his place, but hearing it laid out so bluntly cut deeper than he had expected.

The sound of Chris stirring in his bed pulled Liam from his thoughts. The day had begun, and so had his duties. Without waiting for a prompt, Liam quietly slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast—everything laid out perfectly, just the way Chris liked it. As he worked, he could hear the familiar thud of Chris's footsteps as he lazily approached.

CHRIS : “Breakfast ready, Loser?”

Chris called out, his voice rough from sleep but still carrying that commanding tone that Liam had come to expect.

“Yes, Mr. Chris,” Liam responded automatically, placing the plate on the table just as Chris walked in, shirtless, stretching and yawning.

Chris sat down, eyeing the food in front of him before glancing at Liam.

“Looks good,” he said, casually picking up a fork and digging in.

CHRIS : “You’re really getting the hang of this whole servant thing, huh?”

Liam stood by, waiting for any additional commands, trying to keep his face neutral.

LIAM : "I’m just glad I can be useful, Mr. Chris."

Liam replied, though the words felt hollow even as they left his mouth.

Chris ate in silence for a few minutes before speaking again.

CHRIS : “So, today’s a big day. Practice at 6, then I’ve got a meeting with the university admin. Make sure you have my gym bag packed and ready to go, and don’t forget to wash my car. Gotta show up looking good, you know?”

Liam nodded, his chest tightening.

LIAM : “I’ll take care of it, Mr. Chris.”

Chris leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smirking at Liam.

CHRIS : “You’re really something, Loser. I mean, you’ve got all that brainpower, and yet you choose to serve me. Kinda funny when you think about it.”

Liam bit back a response. He didn’t choose this life, not really—but he had walked into it willingly, hadn’t he? He’d given up his dreams, his future, to serve Chris. And for what? The scraps of approval Chris tossed his way? Still, he knew better than to speak out of turn.

Chris continued, leaning forward slightly.

CHRIS : “You ever think about what your life would’ve been like if you hadn’t, you know, dedicated it to me? Probably pretty boring, huh? Some college kid buried in books, eating ramen, working a part-time job. But now? Now you get to live with someone like me. You get to drive my car, make my life easier. I’d say you’re pretty lucky.”

Lucky. That word echoed in Liam’s head. Was this luck? Was it lucky to have given up everything he once valued to serve someone who barely noticed his existence beyond how useful he was? Liam struggled to maintain his composure as Chris stood up from the table, stretching again.

“I’ll hit the shower. Get my gym clothes ready,” Chris said over his shoulder as he headed toward the bathroom.

CHRIS : “And Loser—make sure you’re on time today. You’re my ride, after all.”

“Yes, Mr. Chris,” Liam murmured, turning away to gather the items Chris would need for his workout.

As Liam folded Chris’s gym clothes neatly, his mind raced. The stark contrast between the life he could have had—attending a prestigious university, following his own dreams—and the life he had now, catering to every whim of Chris, was overwhelming. And yet, there was a part of him that couldn’t walk away, a part that had become tethered to Chris’s dominance and the twisted sense of purpose it gave him.

Chris returned from his shower, towel slung over his shoulders, his muscular frame glistening with droplets of water. He barely acknowledged Liam as he picked up the neatly arranged clothes.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Loser,” Chris said with a smirk.

CHRIS : “Maybe I should start paying you… or nah, this is more fun.”

Liam forced a weak smile as Chris dressed. When Chris was finally ready, he tossed his car keys onto the table.

CHRIS : “Let’s go. And don’t forget to wash the car after practice.”

The drive to practice was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence between them. Liam’s hands gripped the steering wheel as Chris casually scrolled through his phone, oblivious to the inner turmoil brewing within Liam. He glanced at Chris, the man who had taken over his life so completely, and wondered how things had gotten this far.

When they arrived at the gym, Chris turned to Liam, a smug grin on his face.

CHRIS : “Alright, Loser, I’ll be in there for a while. You know the drill—get everything clean and ready for later. Oh, and there’s some trash in the backseat you can take care of.”

Liam nodded, watching as Chris disappeared into the gym. He stood by the car for a moment, the weight of his life pressing down on him. With a deep sigh, he grabbed a sponge and bucket, kneeling beside the car to wash it, just as he had been ordered to do.

As he scrubbed the car clean, Liam couldn't help but reflect on how far he had fallen. He wasn’t just a servant to Chris—he had become a shadow of who he used to be. Every act of obedience, every submissive gesture chipped away at what little was left of his identity. And yet, as much as he resented it, he couldn’t stop himself. Chris’s hold on him was too strong, his influence too powerful.

And so, Liam continued to serve, continued to bend to Chris’s will, knowing deep down that this was his life now.

PART BY submissivegayfrenchboy2

Liam had 3 hours free in front of him, once he dropped Chris off at his gym. But he wasn't really free since he had to go work at McDonald's in order to earn a salary that would allow him to pay Chris rent. It was humiliating for this very intelligent student to find himself serving fast food to poor and ugly people, while Chris trained to stay strong and handsome.

3 hours later, his shift was over and Liam changed in order to return to Chris's gym. Like his driver, he waited for Chris who came out shortly after. At least Liam wasn't late.

Instinctively, Liam got out of the car to pick up the gym bag that Chris threw in his face, without warning him or thanking him for already being back. Chris was going to sit in the passenger seat in the front and Liam joined him to drive him home.

At a red light, Chris turned to Liam and opened his beautiful mouth near Liam's face: BBBBBBbbbbbRRRRrrrPPPPpppTtttttt!!!

A thunderous burp rang in Liam's ears and the smell entered his nostrils.

CHRIS: "His protein shake is doing me good 🤣"

For Chris, burping in Liam's face was completely natural.

Later, he lifted his muscular thigh towards Liam, raised a finger as if to announce something and: PPPPPpppppRRRRrrrrrrTTTTTTTTttttt!!!!

A loud, nauseating fart came out of Chris's big ass.

LIAM: "That was impressive, Mr. Chris! The best fart I've ever heard! And it smells great too!"

Liam was shocked by what he had just said. Chris hadn't forced him to compliment his fart: he had spontaneously shown himself to be flattering towards his master's flattulence. He who was so cultured and had a lot of vocabulary found himself flattering farts! Chris was pleasantly surprised by Liam's attitude and ruffled his hair like a grandfather would do to a nice kid.

Once home, Chris went to the bathroom without flushing - obviously since Liam would do it after him - and made Liam understand that he was waiting for him.

NEXT : Liam takes Chris to his new university... How does Chris will behave there ?

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🇨🇵 FRANCAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵

Cette histoire longue est la première depuis la suppression de mon précédent compte.

Je voudrais remercier infiniment mon ami et co-auteur @phagster2 pour avoir accepté d'écrire cette histoire avec moi.

Il s'agit de la continuité d'une histoire qu'il a écrit et qui m'a inspiré.

Notre ambition est de faire une série comme celle intitulée ETHAN.

Voilà la première partie, dans laquelle Chris, le grand mâle blond aux yeux bleus fait de Liam, un élève studieux, son serviteur.

J'espère que vous serez présent pour lire cette histoires et les parties suivantes 😁

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE écrite en collaboration avec mon ami @phagster2

- LIAM LE LOSER - PARTIE 1

PARTIE DE submissivegayfrenchboy2

CHRIS : "J'aurai aussi besoin que mon pédé me suive à l'université. J'espère que tu n'es pas encore inscrit dans une université, et si c'est le cas, tu abandonneras. J'ai besoin de toi dans mon dortoir à plein temps. Tu as un mois pour faire tes valises et venir avec moi."

Liam a rapidement envoyé un email à la prestigieuse université dans laquelle il avait été accepté, s'excusant d'avoir dû retirer ta candidature à la dernière minute.

Mais, en réalité, Liam a fait plus que retirer sa candidature : il a demandé à ce que Chris prenne sa place ! Liam se disait que, quitte à ce qu'il doive renoncer à sa place dans l'université prestigieuse où il avait été admis, autant qu'il en fasse profiter quelqu'un. Et qui le mérite plus que Chris ? Chris lui a ordonné de rester son assistant pédé dans sa propre université. Liam a accepté, à la fois par admiration pour Chris et aussi parce qu'il lui fait un peu peur. Mais Chris n'est pas effrayant, méchant, violent... Il est gentil avec lui tant que Liam obéit, alors ce dernier se dit qu'il devrait continuer à servir Chris comme assistant.

Mais une université publique était indigne de recevoir un homme comme Chris. Il avait été le Roi de la Promo, le vainqueur de tous les matchs du lycée, et, en ayant eu des bonnes notes grâce au fait qu'il avait utilisé Liam comme esclave de devoirs. Liam est le meilleur élève de tout le lycée, il est cultivé et intelligent, mais n'était pas très charismatique, drôle, séduisant. Il n'est ni beau ni laid, ni fort ni faible, ni petit ni grand, ni riche ni pauvre. Bref, Liam est normal, basique, moyen, passe inaperçu.

Il a désormais une stratégie : il va utiliser Chris pour avoir une vie luxueuse, laisser Chris croire qu'il le contrôle, mais en fait Liam compte utiliser la beauté et le charisme de Chris pour obtenir ce qu'il souhaite à travers lui. Il lui suffit de transformer Chris en homme éduqué et élégant, tout ce qu'il n'est pas.

Tout d'abord, Liam envoya une lettre de recommandation à son université en disant qu'il renonce à sa place en demandant à ce qu'elle soit donnée à Chris Leyne. Dans sa lettre, il vante les qualités physiques et morales de Chris et envoie des photos de Chris. Un recrutement pour une école aussi prestigieuse nécessite une rencontre physique entre le conseil et l'élève, mais Liam espère que, ayant été admis sans passer d'entretien orale tellement il a de bonnes notes, que la même chose se passera pour Chris.

Une semaine plus tard, Liam, installé chez Chris depuis qu'il a été mis à la porte par sa famille, entend Chris l'appeller dans le salon. Chris a proposé à Liam d'habiter chez lui, et, en échange de son hospitalisé, de s'occuper des tâches ménagères.

Les parents de Chris étaient partis en vacances, donc Chris était le seul maître et Liam agissait en parfait domestique.

Occupé à cuisiner le dîner, Liam retira son tablier et arriva dans le salon où Chris était assis sur le canapé. Il pensa à apporter une canette de bière à Chris, qui l'a pris sans regarder ni remercier Liam. Il désigna le sol à Liam en lui disant de s'asseoir et lui ordonna de masser ses longs pieds puants plein de sueur. Liam était tel un chien aux pieds de son propriétaire et commença à masser les longs pieds chauds de son maître.

CHRIS : "J'ai ici une lettre d'admission à la POWERFUL FUTURE UNIVERSITY! C'est la meilleure académie du pays ! Je n'y ai même pas postulé ! Ça prouve que je suis exceptionnel."

LIAM : "Oui, Monsieur Chris, il est certain que le conseil a réalisé la personne incroyable que vous êtes. Vous êtes parfait et il est normal que vous alliez étudié à la meilleure école."

CHRIS : "Mais qui est donc ce mystérieux ami qui m'a recommandé. Peut-être Paul, ou Taylor, ou..."

LIAM : "Ou moi."

CHRIS : "Toi? Ahahahhahahaha !!! Tu aurais renoncé à une université prestigieuse pour moi ?"

LIAM : "C'est la vérité, Monsieur Chris. Je vous suis reconnaissant de me permettre de vous plaire en vous servant, donc je voulais vous offrir une vie exceptionnelle digne d'un être exceptionnel."

CHRIS : "Whouah, Loser.... Pardon, Liam,... C'est incroyable. Merci. En échange, je te promet que je te garderai à mon service quoi qu'il advienne, que je serai toujours là pour toi."

Tout au long de cette discussion, Liam avait continué de masser les longs pieds puants de Chris.

CHRIS : "J'ai envie de remercier, Loser ! Euh... Liam. J'arrive vraiment pas à t'appeler Liam, j'ai passé trop de temps à te surnommer Loser. Je pense que le plus simple c'est que je continue de t'appeler comme ça. Et puis, c'est plutôt joli comme prénom, "Loser"! Bon, alors, ce qu'on va faire, c'est qu'on va aller au restaurant tous les deux, Loser ! Comme ça après un bon repas tu pourras t'occuper de mon dossier à envoyer dès demain à l'université."

LIAM : "Euh... C'est déjà fait, Monsieur Chris. Quand j'ai envoyé ma lettre, j'ai aussi envoyé tous les papiers nécessaires à votre inscription, et comme j'avais déjà réglé les frais de scolarité, tout a déjà été pris en charge, Monsieur Chris."

CHRIS : "Mais c'est super, Loser ! Tu vois, Loser ça rime avec super ! Tu es mon héros, tu es Super-Loser ! Hahaha ! Maintenant, allons manger pour fêter ça !"

Liam a remis les chaussettes de Chris à ses pieds, avant de lacer ses chaussures. Puis, ils sortirent de la maison.

CHRIS : "Tu sais quoi ? J'ai envie de te faire un cadeau ! Pourquoi est-ce que tu ne conduirais pas ma voiture ? Je sais que tu as toujours rêvé d'en conduire une ! C'est une forme de confiance que de te confier ma voiture, alors rends moi fier !"

C'est vrai que Liam avait réussi son permis de conduire, mais n'avait pas les moyens de s'acheter une voiture. Même s'il était comme lui issu de la classe moyenne, Chris était un peu plus riche.

Chris avait donc déjà sa propre voiture, ni impressionnante ni magnifique, mais au moins lui il en avait une, contrairement à Liam. C'est naturellement que Liam alla ouvrir la portière avant pour Chris qui monta sans le remercier, avant que Liam n'aille sur le siège passager tel un chauffeur. Là, il eut le plaisir de conduire une voiture, et se dit que ce n'était pas dérangeant d'être au service de Chris car cela lui offrait des opportunités telles que celle-ci, même si c'était Chris qui a choisit les musiques à écouter et le lieu.

Le restaurant n'était ni chic ni trop pauvre, juste un restaurant sympa avec une bonne ambiance.

Liam a garé la voiture non loin du restaurant et est sorti. Il s'attendait à ce que Chris sorte de lui-même de la voiture, mais ce ne fut pas le cas. Alors, Liam lui ouvrit sa portière, et Chris sortit comme il était rentré : en ignorant totalement Liam.

Il marcha en direction du restaurant, suivi par Liam.

Une fois installés, ils reçurent les cartes, et Chris ne tarda pas à commander.

CHRIS : "Alors je vais prendre une entrecôte avec des frites, et un verre de vin rouge, et mon ami prendra une salade verte. Et rajoutez une bouteille d'eau."

Liam était stupéfait : Chris ne lui avait pas laissé le temps de passer sa propre commande et lui imposait de manger une salade verte, mais en plus sans sauce, comme s'il était un lapin !

Il mangea sa salade sans sauce et dut contempler Chris dévorer son appétissante entrecôte.

CHRIS : "Tiens, je me sens d'humeur généreuse Loser !"

Chris lui tendit une frite.

LIAM : "Merci infiniment pour votre générosité, Monsieur Chris."

Il était censé remercier Chris pour une frite alors qu'il n'avait pu manger qu'une salade !

Moins d'une heure plus tard, Chris ordonna à Liam d'aller payer pour leur repas. Liam se sentait stupide d'avoir cru que Chris allait payer pour leur dîner. Mais depuis qu'il vivait chez Chris, il avait des problèmes d'argent. Déçu de son renoncement à étudier dans une prestigieuse université, sa famille avait préféré le renier. Il avait pu prendre des affaires, mais Chris les avait vendu dès son arrivée afin de payer le loyer que Liam lui devait.

Ce n'était pas parce qu'il faisait toutes les tâches ménagères que Liam devait aussi vivre gratuitement !

Même si vivre voulait dire coucher sur un matelas aux pieds du lit de Chris, et que ses seuls vêtements étaient ceux que Chris portaient il y a cinq ans, tellement Chris était devenu beaucoup plus grand et musclé que Liam.

Lorsqu'il revint vers Chris, celui-ci avait l'air joyeux.

CHRIS : "Tu vas être content car grâce à moi tu as trouvé un travail dans lequel tu vas être certainement très doué ! Le restaurant cherche un nouveau serveur, et j'ai proposé ton nom au manager. Tu commences demain !"

LE MANAGER : "Tu travailleras de 17 h à 2 h. Tu as droit à une pause de 10 minutes pour manger."

CHRIS : "Tu seras occupé le soir, donc il faudra que tu ai préparé mes repas avant d'aller à ton travail."

LE MANAGER : "Il faut être là 40 minutes avant ton service pour vérifier la disposition des tables, faire un peu de rangement."

CHRIS : "Bon, tu devras y aller en bus ou à pieds, car je ne te prêterai pas ma voiture."

LE MANAGER : "Et comme tu es le plus récent serveur, ce sera aussi à toi de nettoyer les toilettes, compris ?"

CHRIS : "Oh c'est super, il adore ça ! Nettoyer des toilettes est l'un de ses passe-temps préféré. Il le fait chez moi matin et soir."

LE MANAGER : "C'est vrai? Tant mieux car nos toilettes sont parfois bouchées donc tu auras à les déboucher, d'autant que nos clients oublient parfois de tirer la chasse d'eau."

CHRIS : "Ahahah hahaha!! 😂 Tu vas vraiment te plaire ici !"

Le directeur était un gros homme blanc, un peu plus grand que Chris et âgé d'une soixantaine d'années. A sa satisfaction de découvrir que Liam aimait nettoyer les toilettes, Liam comprit que ce vieux patron aimait exploiter ses employés, surtout s'ils étaient jeunes et naïfs comme lui. Il allait pouvoir lui faire nettoyer les toilettes le plus souvent possible, sans se rendre compte que Chris ne faisait que humilier Liam. Les yeux du gros vieux patron pétillaient à l'idée d'avoir un laquais à sa disposition et de prévoir de le payer le moins possible tout en le faisant travailler plus dur. Plein d’idées bouillonnaient dans sa tête.

LE GÉRANT : « D'ailleurs Chris m'a dit que tu savais conduire, donc c'est une bonne chose puisque nous avons parfois des clients ivres. Pour éviter de ternir la réputation de mon restaurant avec des accidents de voiture, c'est vous qui devrez reconduire les clients ivres. afin qu'ils rentrent chez eux sains et saufs. »

Quelle humiliation pour le pauvre Liam, promis dans une université prestigieuse et se retrouvant exploité par son seul ami ! Mais il a dû payer un loyer à Chris pour pouvoir rester chez lui. Il a donc accepté ce travail et est parti avec Chris.

Lorsqu'il est arrivé chez Chris, il a enlevé ses chaussures et a léché les pieds de Chris jusqu'à ce qu'il s'endorme.

Le lendemain, une journée épuisante commençait puisqu'il devait travailler très tôt au service au volant de McDonald's après avoir préparé le petit-déjeuner, afin de pouvoir se détendre pendant que Liam travaillait pour gagner de l'argent qu'il allait lui verser. Un long été attendait Liam...

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Le monde de Liam avait complètement changé. Ce qui avait commencé comme un simple tutorat pour Chris s’était transformé en une vie de soumission et de servitude totale. Il n’arrivait pas à déterminer exactement à quel moment tout avait mal tourné, à quel moment il avait cessé de vivre pour lui-même et avait commencé à vivre uniquement pour le bien de Chris. Mais il était là, ayant abandonné son rêve d’aller dans une université prestigieuse, tout cela pour Chris – son « ami », son « maître ».

L’incident du dîner au restaurant avait solidifié ce que Liam savait au fond de lui : il n’était plus l’égal de Chris, ni même un ami. Il était un serviteur, un outil. L’arrogance de Chris était sans égal, et pourtant Liam ne pouvait pas trouver le courage de résister. Chaque fois qu’il essayait de penser à partir, à reprendre sa propre vie en main, Chris le faisait se sentir à la fois essentiel et remplaçable. L’équilibre des pouvoirs était si déséquilibré que Liam s’était convaincu que c’était la seule vie qu’il méritait.

Quand ils rentrèrent à la maison, Chris s’effondra sur le canapé, sans même prendre la peine d’enlever ses chaussures. Liam, habitué à son rôle, s'agenouilla à côté de lui, délaça ses baskets et enleva ses chaussettes. L'odeur le frappa immédiatement, mais il ne broncha pas. C'était devenu une routine, presque une seconde nature. Chris lui sourit.

"Bon travail ce soir, Loser", dit Chris, son ton moqueur mais décontracté.

CHRIS : "Tu as payé le dîner, tu t'es trouvé un travail et tu as géré toutes les tâches difficiles pour que je n'aie pas à lever le petit doigt. C'est pour ça que tu es là, n'est-ce pas ?"

Liam hocha la tête, le visage rougi de honte, mais il ne dit rien. Chris n'attendit pas de réponse. Il étendit ses jambes et fit signe à Liam de commencer à lui masser les pieds, comme si c'était la chose la plus naturelle au monde. Alors que ses doigts travaillaient les rainures familières des pieds moites de Chris, les pensées de Liam vagabondaient.

Comment en était-on arrivé là ? Il avait été le meilleur élève de l'école, quelqu'un avec des perspectives et du potentiel. Mais Chris avait quelque chose qui manquait à Liam : du charisme, de la confiance en soi, la capacité de diriger une salle, de faire plier les gens à sa volonté. Et d’une manière ou d’une autre, Chris avait réussi à faire plier complètement Liam, le dépouillant de toute identité ou estime de soi qu’il avait autrefois.

Alors que Chris se vantait nonchalamment de son admission à l’université – un poste que Liam avait perdu pour lui – Liam réalisa que sa vie ne lui appartenait plus. Il était pris au piège d’un cycle de dépendance, lié à Chris par un mélange tordu d’admiration et de peur. Chris, inconscient du conflit interne qui couvait chez son soi-disant ami, était trop consumé par sa propre grandeur.

« J’ai réfléchi », dit Chris, interrompant les pensées de Liam.

CHRIS : "Je ne peux pas te laisser rester comme ça pour toujours, n'est-ce pas ? Je veux dire, tu dois avoir de l'ambition, même si c'est juste pour être mon assistant à plein temps. Alors voilà ce que nous allons faire. Tu continueras à travailler à ton petit boulot, tout ce qu'il faudra pour payer le loyer et faire tourner la maison. Et je me concentrerai sur le fait d'être le meilleur. Tu t'occupes de tout le reste, d'accord ? C'est ton rôle, perdant."

Le cœur de Liam se serra, mais extérieurement, il resta passif, ses mains continuant à masser les pieds de Chris. Sa bouche s'ouvrit légèrement, mais aucun mot ne sortit.

Chris prit une profonde inspiration, se pencha en arrière et croisa les bras derrière sa tête.

CHRIS : "Et n'oublie pas, Loser, tu dois me conduire à l'entraînement tous les matins, alors lève-toi tôt et assure-toi que le petit-déjeuner soit prêt. Je dois rester en forme, après tout. Quelqu'un doit être la star, et nous savons tous les deux que ce n'est pas toi."

Liam sentit le nœud dans sa poitrine se resserrer, mais il hocha la tête. C'était sa vie maintenant, n'est-ce pas ? Chaque action, chaque pensée tournait autour de Chris. Il avait tout abandonné – son éducation, son avenir, sa liberté – pour un homme qui le considérait à peine comme plus qu'un outil utile.

Alors que Chris s'endormait, ses pieds toujours posés sur les genoux de Liam, le poids écrasant de la réalité de Liam s'abattit sur lui comme un épais brouillard. Il avait autrefois imaginé utiliser le charisme de Chris pour gagner une vie luxueuse, mais il était clair maintenant que Chris avait inversé le scénario. Liam n'utilisait pas Chris ; Chris l'utilisait, et le pire, c'était que Liam était entré volontairement dans cette vie, une étape humiliante à la fois.

L'avenir s'étendait devant lui, sombre et immuable. Un avenir au service de Chris, de ménage, de cuisine et de petits boulots sans issue pour s'assurer que Chris puisse continuer à vivre la vie d'un roi. Et pourtant, une partie de Liam ne pouvait pas abandonner le faible et désespéré espoir que peut-être, juste peut-être, il pourrait trouver une issue. Mais pour l’instant, alors qu’il regardait Chris endormi, il savait que ce jour n’allait pas arriver de sitôt.

Le lendemain matin arriva trop vite pour Liam. Il dormit à peine, son esprit s’emballa alors qu’il repensait à la conversation avec Chris de la nuit précédente. La façon dont Chris l’avait sans effort écarté de la machine qui faisait tourner sa vie sans accroc. Liam avait toujours su où était sa place, mais l’entendre s’exprimer si brutalement le blessa plus profondément qu’il ne l’avait prévu.

Le bruit de Chris qui s’agitait dans son lit tira Liam de ses pensées. La journée avait commencé, et ses devoirs aussi.

Sans attendre qu'on lui donne l'ordre de le faire, Liam se glissa discrètement hors du lit et se dirigea vers la cuisine pour préparer le petit-déjeuner. Des œufs, du bacon, des toasts, tout était parfaitement disposé, exactement comme Chris l'aimait. Pendant qu'il travaillait, il pouvait entendre le bruit familier des pas de Chris alors qu'il s'approchait paresseusement.

CHRIS : « Le petit-déjeuner est prêt, Loser ? »

Chris appela, sa voix rauque à cause du sommeil mais portant toujours ce ton autoritaire auquel Liam s'attendait.

« Oui, M. Chris », répondit automatiquement Liam, posant l'assiette sur la table au moment où Chris entrait, torse nu, s'étirant et bâillant.

Chris s'assit, observant la nourriture devant lui avant de jeter un coup d'œil à Liam.

« Ça a l'air bon », dit-il, prenant nonchalamment une fourchette et se plongeant dedans.

CHRIS : « Tu commences vraiment à comprendre tout ce truc de serviteur, hein ? »

Liam se tenait là, attendant d'autres ordres, essayant de garder son visage neutre.

LIAM : « Je suis juste content de pouvoir être utile, M. Chris. »

Liam répondit, même si les mots semblaient creux même lorsqu'ils sortaient de sa bouche.

Chris mangea en silence pendant quelques minutes avant de parler à nouveau.

CHRIS : « Alors, aujourd'hui est un grand jour. Entraînement à 9 heures, puis j'ai un rendez-vous avec l'administration de l'université. Assure-toi que mon sac de sport est prêt et prêt à partir, et n'oublie pas de laver ma voiture. Je dois arriver en étant beau, hein ! »

Liam hocha la tête, sa poitrine se serrant.

LIAM : « Je m'en occupe, M. Chris. »

Chris se pencha en arrière sur sa chaise, s'essuyant la bouche avec une serviette et souriant à Liam.

CHRIS : « Tu es vraiment quelque chose, Loser. Je veux dire, tu as toute cette puissance cérébrale, et pourtant tu choisis de me servir. C'est assez drôle quand on y pense. »

Liam ravala une réponse. Il n’avait pas choisi cette vie, pas vraiment, mais il l’avait choisie de son plein gré, n’est-ce pas ? Il avait abandonné ses rêves, son avenir, pour servir Chris. Et pour quoi ? Les miettes d’approbation que Chris lui avait lancées ? Pourtant, il savait qu’il ne fallait pas parler à tort et à travers.

Chris continua, se penchant légèrement en avant.

CHRIS : « Tu as déjà pensé à ce qu’aurait été ta vie si tu ne l’avais pas, tu sais, dédiée à moi ? Probablement assez ennuyeuse, hein ? Un étudiant plongé dans les livres, mangeant des ramen, travaillant à temps partiel. Mais maintenant ? Maintenant, tu peux vivre avec quelqu’un comme moi. Tu peux conduire ma voiture, me faciliter la vie. Je dirais que tu as beaucoup de chance. »

Chanceux. Ce mot résonna dans la tête de Liam. Était-ce de la chance ? Était-ce de la chance d’avoir abandonné tout ce qu’il valorisait autrefois pour servir quelqu’un qui remarquait à peine son existence au-delà de son utilité ? Liam lutta pour garder son sang-froid tandis que Chris se levait de table, s’étirant à nouveau.

« Je vais prendre une douche. Prépare mes vêtements de sport », dit Chris par-dessus son épaule alors qu’il se dirigeait vers la salle de bain.

CHRIS : « Et Loser, assure-toi d’être à l’heure aujourd’hui. Tu es mon chauffeur, après tout. »

« Oui, M. Chris », murmura Liam, se détournant pour rassembler les affaires dont Chris aurait besoin pour son entraînement.

Alors que Liam pliait soigneusement les vêtements de sport de Chris, son esprit s’emballait. Le contraste frappant entre la vie qu’il aurait pu avoir – fréquenter une université prestigieuse, suivre ses propres rêves – et la vie qu’il avait maintenant, répondant à tous les caprices de Chris, était écrasant. Et pourtant, il y avait une part de lui qui ne pouvait pas s’en aller, une part qui était devenue attachée à la domination de Chris et au sens tordu du but que cela lui donnait.

Chris revint de sa douche, une serviette en bandoulière sur ses épaules, sa silhouette musclée luisante de gouttes d’eau. Il salua à peine Liam alors qu’il ramassait les vêtements soigneusement rangés.

« Tu t'es surpassé, Loser », dit Chris avec un sourire narquois. « Je devrais peut-être commencer à te payer… ou non, c'est plus amusant. »

Liam força un faible sourire pendant que Chris s'habillait. Quand Chris fut enfin prêt, il jeta ses clés de voiture sur la table.

CHRIS : « Allons-y. Et n'oublie pas de laver la voiture après l'entraînement. »

Le trajet jusqu'à l'entraînement était silencieux, le bourdonnement du moteur remplissant le silence entre eux. Les mains de Liam agrippèrent le volant tandis que Chris parcourait nonchalamment son téléphone, inconscient du trouble intérieur qui couvait en Liam. Il jeta un coup d'œil à Chris, l'homme qui avait pris le contrôle de sa vie si complètement, et se demanda comment les choses en étaient arrivées là.

Lorsqu'ils arrivèrent à la salle de sport, Chris se tourna vers Liam, un sourire suffisant sur le visage.

CHRIS : « Très bien, Loser, je vais y rester un moment. Tu connais la procédure : tout nettoyer et tout préparer pour plus tard. Oh, et il y a des déchets sur la banquette arrière dont tu peux t'occuper. »

Liam hocha la tête, regardant Chris disparaître dans la salle de sport. Il resta un moment près de la voiture, le poids de sa vie pesant sur lui. Avec un profond soupir, il attrapa une éponge et un seau, s'agenouillant à côté de la voiture pour la laver, comme on lui avait ordonné de le faire.

Alors qu'il nettoyait la voiture, Liam ne put s'empêcher de penser à quel point il était tombé bas. Il n'était pas seulement un serviteur de Chris, il était devenu l'ombre de ce qu'il était autrefois. Chaque acte d'obéissance, chaque geste de soumission rognait le peu qui restait de son identité. Et pourtant, même s'il en était irrité, il ne pouvait pas s'en empêcher. L'emprise de Chris sur lui était trop forte, son influence trop puissante.

Et ainsi, Liam a continué à servir, a continué à se plier à la volonté de Chris, sachant au fond de lui que c'était sa vie désormais.

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Liam avait 3 heures de libre devant lui, une fois avoir déposé Chris à sa salle de sport. Mais il n'était pas vraiment libre puisqu'il devait aller travailler au McDonald's afin de gagner un salaire lui permettant de payer un loyer à Chris. Il était humiliant pour cet élève très intelligent de se retrouver à servir de la nourriture rapide à des gens pauvres et moches, tandis que Chris s'entraînait afin de rester fort et beau.

3 heures plus tard, son service était fini et Liam se changea afin de retourner à la salle de sport de Chris. Tel son chauffeur, il attendit Chris qui sortit peu de temps après. Au moins Liam n'était pas en retard.

Instinctivement, Liam sortit de la voiture pour récupérer le sac de sport que lui jeta Chris à la figure, sans le prévenir ni le remercier pour être déjà de retour. Chris allait s'installer sur le siège passager à l'avant et Liam le rejoignit pour le conduire chez lui.

À un feu rouge, Chris se tourna vers Liam et ouvrit sa belle bouche près du visage de Liam : BBBBBBbbbbbRRRRrrrPPPPpppTtttttt !!!

Un rot tonitruant sonna dans les oreilles de Liam et l'odeur rentra dans ses narines.

CHRIS : "Ce shake proteiné me fait de l'effet 🤣"

Pour Chris, il était tout à fait naturel de roter au visage de Liam.

Plus tard, il leva sa cuisse musclée vers Liam, leva un doigt comme pour annoncer quelque chose et :

PPPPPpppppRRRRrrrrrrTTTTTTTttttttt !!!!

Un pet bruyant et nauséabond sorti du gros cul de Chris.

LIAM : "C'était impressionnant, Monsieur Chris ! Le meilleur pet que j'ai jamais entendu ! Et en plus il sent très bon !"

Liam était choqué par ce qu'il venait de dire. Chris ne l'avait pas forcé à le complimenter sur son pet : il s'était montré spontanément flatteur envers la flatulence de son maître. Lui qui était si cultivé et avait beaucoup de vocabulaire se retrouvait à flatter des pets ! Chris fut agréablement surpris de l'attitude de Liam et lui ébouriffa les cheveux comme un grand-père le ferait à un gentil gamin.

Une fois arrivé à la maison, Chris alla aux toilettes sans tirer la chasse d'eau - évidemment puisque Liam le ferait après lui - et fit comprendre à Liam qu'il l'attendait.

DANS LA SUITE : Liam conduit Chris à son université... Mais comment Chris va t'il s'y conduire envers Liam ?

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Joys of having a roommate

Roomie is in the next room, playing with Gorilla Glue.

“Hey! I can fix the table now!”

Crraaaack

“Oops.”

Christmas gifts

My roommate asked me to knit her some Christmas socks. I had a strong start but my tools broke since the yarn is thicker than my gauge allows. Oops. So they won’t be done in time.

Then today, my roomie asked if I wanted my gift. I stared a bit, not sure if she was joking. She brought forth a jar of crunchy peanut butter and two Aero bars. I could’ve hugged her.

The Christmas spirit that I never have flowed forth that hour!

Seriously, it’s not the greatest idea for a Who (her) to live with a Grinch (me), but we make it work somehow.

I put my Easter candy in the cupboard so when I want some I will have to walk for it. Might burn half a calorie.

Roomie laughed at this. But I just went for some candy and she’s freaking hiding it around the apartment so I have to hunt for it and maybe burn a whole calorie!

this is good muscle theft story!

New Position

Eric couldn’t stand his roommate. Carson was everything he wasn’t; a big strong jocky guy who seemed to bring a new girl over every other night. The number of times Eric had been kicked out of his room because Carson needed to use it was far too many. He tried to be polite but it was getting past the point of courtesy. That’s why he found the witch to give him a special potion. It was supposed to make Carson a little bit calmer maybe even cleaner.

He slipped it into his protein shake. Carson would never know. He’d drink it on his way back from the gym and it’d take its effect. He was surprisingly sweaty today. Tossing off his clothes and walking naked to the shower. Eric really wasn’t sure what he should expect to happen. But now he had to get a piece of clothing. A recently worn pair of underwear lay on his bed. Eric grabbed them and put them on. He had to hold them up over his scrawny thighs. They kept trying to fall down.

Walking over to the mirror he hoped he’d be able to tell. Little by little he could start to see the changes. His arms grew wider rounding out with his shoulders. His legs stretched longer. Muscle started building giving shape to his very boxy frame. New curves of muscle filled in underneath his arms giving him wide lats. His chest pushed forward and rounded out.

“Wow…” he grinned to himself wanting to snap a photo. But suddenly he heard a high pitched scream in the other room.

“What the Hell? What the Hell? What the Hell?” Carson kept mumbling to himself looking at the mirror. His body had shrunk to the same square frame that Eric had been. “This can’t be happening.”

“It is,” Eric leaned against the bathroom doorframe.

“What the Hell,” Carson turned to see his massive body staring back at him. “You did this,” his high pitch voice made the threatening finger point even less intimidating. He poked it right into Eric’s chest who just laughed and laughed.

“I did,” he laughed some more.

“Why!?” Carson glared.

“Cause I could. Wouldn’t you?”

The question hit Carson pretty hard. But he really did. Feeling this scrawny body made him feel so weak. He hated it. That’s why he worked out so much. But something felt really strange. Staring at his muscular body, he felt so horny. All he could think about was pushing Eric’s large muscular body against the hard ceramic walls. He wanted to shove his cock deep into that asshole. Carson slowly worked his way closer to Eric. His eyes filled with lust.

“What are you doing?” Eric asked. But a sudden thought of him being shoved up against the bathroom wall shot through his head too. “You wouldn’t…” he said as he backed up against the wall. His own erection pulsed in his underwear.

“Why?” Carson rolled his hands over the deep indentions in front of him. “Wouldn’t you?” he mocked. He leaned forward and shifted his weight to his tip toes. He locked lips with Eric. He thought about pushing the little guy away. It would be so easy. But his mouth opened up. He let Carson’s tongue in. They slowly explored the other’s body. Hands rolled around the other’s skin, never stopping. Only slowing down when they found a particularly comfortable place they liked.

Carson grabbed at the underwear and pulled it down revealing Eric’s large dick. His hands grabbed hold and started stroking it. “Oh man,” Eric moaned. “I didn’t know you were gay.”

“Shut it asshole,” Carson turned the much larger guy around. Eric barely caught his hands on the wall as Carson pushed against him. “I’ve experimented.” He started rubbing his dick up and down the back of Eric’s firm ass. The strong muscles holding him up stopped working for the moment. His face planted itself against the wall.

“Fuck man…” Eric’s hand reached down to stroke his own dick. His deep masculine moans filled the bathroom as Carson had been using his fingers to slowly open up his tight hole. He pressed hard trying to open it up faster. He was way hornier than usual. Feeling the giant before him just take it felt so good. His own dick leaked some more.

He finally felt comfortable enough to send his own dick in. He shoved it against the hole and it pushed back. Carson pushed harder; shoving it all the way in. Eric’s body almost folded in on itself; his legs losing the strength their size showed. He let out a loud groan. His face slid up and down the tile as Carson thrusted. The entirety of his body pushed against Eric’s muscled ass.

“Keep going,” Eric groaned. His own hand kept working himself faster. He was so close to finishing. He could feel Carson pushing further into him. “Oh FUCK!” his deep voice reverberated off the hard walls. Come shot against the tile as he pumped more and more out.

“That’s right you little bitch. Know just cause you’re bigger than me I’m the one who makes you come.”

“Yes sir,” Eric’s voice was hazy as he said it.

“Good,” he shot his own cum into Eric’s ass. Load after load filled the man in front of him. Carson pulled himself out and started for the shower again. With each step his stride seemed to become longer. He walked more with his shoulders as his legs grew thicker. He reached down to look at his body only to see his perfectly round pecs right back where they should have been. His hands reached around gripping the firm muscle beneath it. He rinsed off, feeling the water ripple around his body.

“We-We-We switched back?” Eric sounded so concerned as Carson walked over to him.

“Guess so big guy,” he flexed his massive arm to show his dominance. Eric backed into his come. “If you ever try that shit again it’s going to be so much worse for you.” Carson grabbed his underwear from the floor watching Eric try to scurry away in fear.

Carson huffed as he walked out the door preparing for his date. He needed to look tough in front of Eric because if the little guy tried what he’d just done, it was going to work. And then it’d be back to where they were. Even if he liked the idea of the small guy’s dick up his ass he still needed to be the big man on campus. And he didn’t have time for that shit.

Part 2

Lmao

My roommate in college thinks that I'm totally holy when it comes to sex. Lol. My wattpad library says differently.

Blizzard (M)

Pairing: roommate!Jungkook x reader

Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

Genre: roommate au, domestic au, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers

Warnings: bit of a slow burner, vanilla!Jungkook, virgin!reader, dry humping, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), losing virginity, shy soft boy Koo with a crush and a noona kink, your heart could possibly burst from how cute he is

Word Count: 15.5k oops

A/N: (This fic is written in parallel to Heatwave, with an opposing concept in mind. You don’t have to read Heatwave to read this, but it would be interesting and funny to see the differences in the two scenarios that both lead to roommates hooking up.) Also, happy birthday, bunny boy! Sorry this was a day late, I was honestly swarmed. I love you, koo. Writing this very much gave me a bias crisis but it was all worth it. Enjoy! :”)

PS. Think April 2019 Jungkook 

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Blizzard (M)

Pairing: roommate!Jungkook x reader

Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

Genre: roommate au, domestic au, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers

Warnings: bit of a slow burner, vanilla!Jungkook, virgin!reader, dry humping, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), losing virginity, shy soft boy Koo with a crush and a noona kink, your heart could possibly burst from how cute he is

Word Count: 15.5k oops

A/N: (This fic is written in parallel to Heatwave, with an opposing concept in mind. You don’t have to read Heatwave to read this, but it would be interesting and funny to see the differences in the two scenarios that both lead to roommates hooking up.) Also, happy birthday, bunny boy! Sorry this was a day late, I was honestly swarmed. I love you, koo. Writing this very much gave me a bias crisis but it was all worth it. Enjoy! :”)

PS. Think April 2019 Jungkook 

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Blizzard (M)

Pairing: roommate!Jungkook x reader

Summary: When a blizzard hits your town, you and your shy awkward roommate are forced to spend time together, not being able to leave the house due to the strong snowstorm. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating.

Genre: roommate au, domestic au, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers

Warnings: bit of a slow burner, vanilla!Jungkook, virgin!reader, dry humping, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), losing virginity, shy soft boy Koo with a crush and a noona kink, your heart could possibly burst from how cute he is

Word Count: 15.5k oops

A/N: (This fic is written in parallel to Heatwave, with an opposing concept in mind. You don’t have to read Heatwave to read this, but it would be interesting and funny to see the differences in the two scenarios that both lead to roommates hooking up.) Also, happy birthday, bunny boy! Sorry this was a day late, I was honestly swarmed. I love you, koo. Writing this very much gave me a bias crisis but it was all worth it. Enjoy! :”)

PS. Think April 2019 Jungkook 

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"Damn, his fingers really smelled like your girl's pussy, bro. She really cheated on you, huh?"

"Bro what the fuck?"

"Just saying the truth, man. He really nailed her. She flirted with him first though, told ya she's not to be trusted,"

"First of all, how the fuck you know how Alison smelled like? Second of all, how the fuck do you do all that? Like.....how the fuck--"

"Too hard to explain. In summary, I'm an incredibly horny yet fucked up son of a bitch. I can change into anyone by just using their clothes, and I have all the memories and senses of the time when they used the clothing. I just figured since you keep badgering me about who own this shorts, might as well just wear it to see what's up with this shit because not like I know. It ain't mine, it ain't yours and the only other person we lived together is your girl, and clearly this ain't a girl's clothing,"

"I really wished I didn't know her cheating this way though. Damn....this is super weird too. But, get the fuck out of that damn shorts before she gets back!"

"Or....or.....hear me out. What if I played her for a fool? So you can caught her in the act and kick that dusty bitch ass out in instance. I think I can play Ramzi here a bit well, this is one of my favorite shorts after all," Lance said as his tone suddenly changed to become more sultry yet authoritative, which he based on the guy's speech mannerism

"That really creeped me out fuck, who are you?"

"Ramzi Beydoun, your typical macho asshole,"

"This is so fucked up, you know? So fucked up.....but I think this is the only way. Please don't make it too visual for me, okay? I'm not sure I can handle it,"

"Bro, relax. You are simply doing what you would do if you ever caught her cheating, which in this case, you know I'm not the real person but at least you can use me to break things off with her,"

"Aahhh fuck, fuck, fuck. Bro, we need to talk more about this shit after all this, okay? I still have so many questions,"

"And I'll be here to answer all that. Well, not this fucker Ramzi, the real me,"

You were laying in your bed when you heard your apartment door open, I was your roommate stumbling in drunk. You didn’t think much of it and went to sleep. The next morning you woke up to find your roommate had transformed you into a pair of underwear while he was drunk. You laid on the floor for hours waiting and hoping he would remember and change you back. Your roommate walked in naked and looking for a clean pair of underwear to wear. He spotted a fresh pair lying on the ground and picked you up. You watch in horror as he pulls you up his legs and onto his crotch. His dick is now pressed against your face and there is nothing you can do. He finishes getting dressed and heads to the gym. He worked out for two hours drenching you in sweat and musk. You try again and again to get his attention and to escape from the sweaty hell but he doesn’t even notice. Your roommate heads home and you hope that this would mean that this hell is finally over. He gets home and lays in his bed. You keep praying that he will take you off soon but to your horror his dick starts getting hard and pushes against you. He rubs his dick through your form and you can’t help but shutter as you feel a bit of pre soak into you. He starts to masturbate; his 13 inch cock pushing against you. He strokes his dick faster and faster until he climaxes covering you in his cum. He finally takes you off and throws you in a pile of other dirty cloths and goes to sleep while you lay there covered in sweat and cum crying realizing this is your life now.

You were laying in your bed when you heard your apartment door open, I was your roommate stumbling in drunk. You didn’t think much of it and went to sleep. The next morning you woke up to find your roommate had transformed you into a pair of underwear while he was drunk. You laid on the floor for hours waiting and hoping he would remember and change you back. Your roommate walked in naked and looking for a clean pair of underwear to wear. He spotted a fresh pair lying on the ground and picked you up. You watch in horror as he pulls you up his legs and onto his crotch. His dick is now pressed against your face and there is nothing you can do. He finishes getting dressed and heads to the gym. He worked out for two hours drenching you in sweat and musk. You try again and again to get his attention and to escape from the sweaty hell but he doesn’t even notice. Your roommate heads home and you hope that this would mean that this hell is finally over. He gets home and lays in his bed. You keep praying that he will take you off soon but to your horror his dick starts getting hard and pushes against you. He rubs his dick through your form and you can’t help but shutter as you feel a bit of pre soak into you. He starts to masturbate; his 13 inch cock pushing against you. He strokes his dick faster and faster until he climaxes covering you in his cum. He finally takes you off and throws you in a pile of other dirty cloths and goes to sleep while you lay there covered in sweat and cum crying realizing this is your life now.

I was studying in my room when the door opened and Mike, my neighbour walked inside.

"Hey, didn't you forget to knock?" I turned my head to him.

He was wearing just a shirt and a pair of trunks. Without saying anything he walked to the window right next to my table and leant on it.

"You alright?" I asked.

"I am... but you know, Jess has been away for so long..."

I looked at him with concern, unsure what he wanted to say with that. Jessica, Mike's girlfriend had been doing her exchange semester in Spain for the last four month and he definitely missed her. Mike had been loyal to her all the time but he must've got some concerns over the time, after all long range relationships are never easy.

"You want to talk about that?"

"Not really", he stepped closer to me and put his big hand on my shoulder, "You know, I love her. But I also can't do anything with my... needs"

"Do you want to fuck another girl?" we had always been quite direct with each other, so I didn't want to beat around the bush with that.

"Kinda..." he squeezed my shoulder, "I wouldn't fuck around with a girl, cause I love Jess. But I thought about using your ass"

"What?!" I pushed my chair back and jumped to my feet.

"Stop it. Don't pretend like you're not into guys. It was quite obvious: you're always... staring at me", he emphasized the word 'staring', "Especially whenever I walk around the room shirtless. And I saw your laptop once... You should better lock it whenever you leave it in the living room"

I hesitated for a moment trying to think about an excuse but nothing came to my mind.

"Listen, it's ok. I'm not mad or something like that" he stepped closer to me and grabbed my shoulders.

"You don't understand... I'm..." my heart was beating faster and it was difficult to talk.

"Max", his voice sounded gentle but confident. He put his finger under my chin and raised it up until our eyes met, "I won't tell anybody about that"

I looked into his eyes, "But I don't have any experience. I'm not sure, if... if I even can do that", my voice was trembling.

Mike smiled, "Don't worry. I'l guide you". In a swift movement he removed his t-shirt and looked at me, "Undress. I wanna see you naked"

I quickly took of my t-shirt and pulled my shorts down. Then I hesitated for a moment.

"Completely" Mike added with an assertive tone.

I touched the band of my briefs and slowly pulled them down. For the first time in my life I was standing naked in front of another man, completely exposed to him.

"That's better", Mike smirked. He looked me up and down and then his gaze stopped at my hard dicklet. It was at its full mast but even then it was barely over five inches long.

Mike then took my hands and placed them on his massive hairy pecs. They were warm and rock hard. I started massaging them. I had often imagined myself in this situation but I had never had an opportunity to do that in the real life. I stepped closer and moved my hand up to his bulging biceps that he flexed for me.

Then Mike pulled me into his hug and started exploring my body with his strong caloused hands. He slowly slid down my back and softly grabbed my ass, as my face was pressed into his chest. I moaned quietly from satisfaction.

"How does it feel?" Mike asked.

"It's so strange but in a good way" I answered, looking up into his eyes.

Then in a swift movement he grabbed my hips and easily picked me up like I weighted nothing. And at that moment our lips touched. He started dominating my mouth with his tongue. His moustache and stubble roughly rubbed against my soft face, while my hands were caressing his strong arms and shoulder.

Mike carried me to the bed and threw me on the mattress. He quickly removed his trunks, revealing a massive shaft and two big balls hanging between his legs. He wasn't even fully hard yet but his cock seemed to be around six inches and thick as fuck.

I stood on my knees on the bed and crawled to the edge. Mike grabbed my head from behind and pushed my face into his deep hairy armpit. The strong aroma of sweat and his manly odor filled my nostrils, making me even hornier. I kissed and licked that armpit like a little slut. Then I moved to his massive pecs. His hair was scratching my face but I didn't care. I concentrated on the big red nipples. After I finished kissing and sucking on them, Mike pushed my head down.

Moving through the ridges of his chiselled six-pack I licked his salty sweat with all the way down to the thick bush. Without waiting for a command I took hold of Mike's massive shaft. Barelly able to encircle my hands around its girth I started jerking it.

"Kiss it!" Mike ordered.

Without hesitation I moved my lips to the big head of his dick and gave it a kiss. Mike's hand landed on the back of my head and he forced me to take it into my mouth.

At that time his cock grew to its full mast and must've been around 9 inches long. I started sucking and Mike slowly pushed me down on it. After taking half of it I started chocking. I patted Mike to give him signal to stop and listened to me.

"I... don't know... if I can take it all" I was breathing heavily.

"If you can't it's ok" he patted me at the cheek, "It's you first time"

"I'll try again but please don't push me, ok?"

Mike nodded and I took his cock back into my mouth. This time I was able to come to around the same point but I could hold it. I started to slowly move my head up and down over it, trying to sattissfy my man, while his hands were squeezing my butt. Then suddenly I felt his thick finger rubbing against my asshole. I wanted to say something but Mike put his hand back on my head. His finger slowly found the way inside of me. He was slowly moving deeper inside of me. He then pulled his finger out and then directly pushed it back inside. It was a crazy filling of being double fucked by Mike.

After a few jerks I felt another finger entering me and stretching my ass hole. I couldn't but to make a moan, or at least something similar to moan, considering that my mouth was busy with Mike's member.

I wasn't even close to taking his hole shaft into my mouth but I tried to go my best with what I could offer. And it seemed to work. His cock pulsating more and more, and after another jerk it erupted, filling my mouth with his cum.

"Why am I so happy about this little duplex" "Why am I so happy about having a key and unlocking this door" "Why am I so happy about cooking" "Why am I so happy about this classwork" "Why am I so happy about this resumé I made" "Why am I so happy about opening curtains" "Why am I so happy about people coming over"

My roommate must be so annoyed with me at this point, I've been saying things like this at least every thirty minutes for the past week

After The Halloween Party

I’ve always wanted to go to a Halloween party. The ones where everyone’s in some low quality costume, skin showing, loud music. Watching everyone get wasted and shit. But I’ve never been invited to one. It was hard to connect with these other people in uni. I didn’t feel the same as them. Maybe I had a bit of an old soul, or maybe I just hadn’t hit my peak yet. But I didn’t really feel like I fit in. 

You know who did, though?  My roommate, Maverick. 

He had always been the popular guy. The amount of times he’s hosted a loud ass party while I’m trying to have a chill weekend...He hasn’t been mean to me or anything, but even then, it’s bothersome. The stench of weed and drunk girls is always awful. 

This is my last year at uni, and I was determined to go to a Halloween party. A friend of mine sold some...suspicious objects. When I told him about my struggles, I remember him offering me what he called a “magic zipper”. He told me you could slap it onto someone’s back, and zip them down, and it’d empty them out into a suit. Like a wearable costume. “It’s in the spirit of Halloween, isn’t it?” 

Despite the Halloween spirit, the idea of turning my roommate into a bodysuit sounded evil. “Don’t worry, when you’re done with him, just take the suit off and peel the zipper off. Just don’t peel the zipper off while you’re wearing it...no way out then.” I thought it was a load of shit until he showed me his creepy collection of suits...including one of my professors, who had been “away on family business” for the past week. I knew he had to be telling the truth. 

And so, I waited for my roommate to come out of his room. I knew he was going to a party tonight. The door opened and my shirtless roommate walked out, giving me a glance and a smile. 

“Hey fam, gonna head to the party soon. Just gotta change.” I gave him an assertive nod and looked away, hearing him enter his bathroom while holding some clothes. I pulled the zipper out of my pocket, and gave a exasperated sigh. I was going to do it. 

Knock knock

“Hey fam, wh-!” I quickly tackled him into the wall and knocked the air out of him. Taking advantage of him being stunned, I forcefully spun him around and slapped the zipper onto his back. “What the fuck are you doing?” I started to pull at the zipper, opening him up from starting from the bottom. As I unzipped him, he visibly deflated and I could see him struggling to stay on his feet. “What? I-I can’t feel my legs? WHY CAN’T I FEEL MY LEGS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN?” I gave him a devilish grin. “Relax, it’s just for a night.” Maverick started to slouch as he tried to grip the wall for support as he legs crumpled, as if a pair of pants. He started to panic as he realized there was nothing left but his skin, watching as arms flopped and his fingers flailed emptily. I finally unzipped him up to his neck, and he collapsed over himself. There was nothing left of him but a skinsuit to wear. 

I lifted the suit up as his shorts and boxers slipped off effortlessly, revealing a lengthy package. No wonder he got so many girls. Maverick’s poor face sagged as the skinsuit hung around in the air, nothing inside. I carefully laid his skin on the floor, back facing upwards, and started to stick my legs into his, making sure to fit perfectly into the suit. Maverick worked out and had muscles, but he stayed lean, making the bodysuit a tight fit. My legs in, I pushed my ass into place, and used my own hands to slot my dick into his cock sheath. I watched it balloon back to a girthy figure, likely how Maverick’s dick would be if he was hard. His skin flopping over me halfway, I pulled it up and slipped my arms in, grabbing the back to tighten Maverick’s skin like a corset as his abs regained their structure. Finally, I grabbed the head of the bodysuit, hanging over my impressive chest, I slipped my own head face-first into it. Stretching and pulling at the skin, I looked  in the mirror and saw Maverick. No one but Maverick. I grabbed his phone, or rather, MY phone and made a funny face before snapping a selfie.

“Fuck, the party’s in 30. Better get dressed.” I took the boxers and the shorts Maverick was wearing and tossed them back into his room, then looked at the costume he had brought into the bathroom. Some cheesy, stereotypically revealing Halloween costume. Y’know what? Fuck it. When you look this good, you don’t need to follow the rules. I was just gonna go as “myself”, Maverick O’Hare. Looking like this, girls will still wanna fuck me. 

I put on a dapper looking button-up shirt and slacks, and looked at myself in the mirror. 

“Definitely gonna get fucked looking like this. Thanks for the costume, Maverick.” 

30 minutes later, walking to my frat bro’s house, and I hear blaringly loud music and people screaming. I knew I was at the right place. I rung the doorbell, and he greeted me in a low-effort Batman costume with his abs all out. “Maverick, what’s up, bro! What, uh...what’re you dressed as?” I gave him a mischievous smile, and simply said, “Maverick, that’s it. Listen fam, I’m just here to get laid. Don’t tell the girls.” He gave a cocky chuckle as he let me in. God, even though I was wearing Maverick, I was still...me. This kind of shit wasn’t my thing, but...at least I got to experience it. And I’d definitely be able to get laid tonight. So I stood by the drinks, downing cup, after cup, after cup. A girl in a skimpy cat costume, clearly drunk, stumbles up to me. “Hey Maverick...I’ve seen how you look at me. Why don’t we take this upstairs?” She giggles flirtatiously and grabs my collar, pulling me upstairs. We lock the door behind us and she pushes me onto the bed. It’s all blurry...I’ve had so much to drink. But I can still feel all the sensations. I can feel a tongue in my mouth as hands on my chest pull apart my shirt. I can hear a faint, “What the hell is this, Maverick?” A ripping sensation on my back along with a playful laugh...For the moment, the only thing I want is this woman’s body...

~

The sun shined directly into my eyes as I woke up. “Oh fuck...I didn’t mean to stay the night. I looked at the naked girl next to me, covering her up with the blanket as I stood up and pulled some pants on. 

“Wild night...I got the experience I wanted.” I walked into the bathroom and locked the door, speaking quietly so the girl wouldn’t be able to hear me. “You know Maverick, this body was nice and the night was fun, but...I miss my old life. This just isn’t for me. I can’t wait to take you off...” I reached behind me to feel for the zipper, but there was nothing. Wait...no. NO...THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING. I had too much to drink...I didn’t notice...it can’t be...? 

I walked back to the bed, where I saw the girl start  to wake up. I looked around, and spotted the zipper on the ground. “W-What the fuck? NO! I didn’t want to do this to Maverick! I don’t want this! Wh-what...no, it’s still just a suit!” I started tear out my hair, pull at my lips, trying to stretch Maverick’s finger’s off, looking for some sign that...that I was still wearing a suit, that I wasn’t Maverick, that I didn’t just permanently take my roommate’s skin...

The girl had woken up to my frantic scrambling. 

“Maverick? What are you doing? Your scaring me!” 

“What the hell did you do? Tell me you didn’t take that zipper off of me, please!” 

“W-what? That thing? I-I don’t know! It was like a sticker on you. It was part of your costume, right?” She attempted to make a light-hearted joke. “Don’t worry babe, it was past midnight. Halloween was over.” I was in complete shock, when she enticingly walked up to me and teased me with her tongue out, tracing my abs. “You shouldn’t wear costume to cover up this sexy body of yours.” 

“I...I don’t think I have a choice.” 

Having roommates is working hours to clean the kitchen and then finding this not even 12 hours later

sharing fanfic hacks with my roommate

Roommate

entered the apartment

entered our shared bedroom (where I was sitting on the floor in the corner cuz I don't have anything like a desk)

turned the bedroom light on

rummaged around in a laundry basket for like 45 seconds

left the room

apparently left the entire apartment?

never came back it's been like an hour ??????????

My floor setup (I sit in the middle there)

Roommate

entered the apartment

entered our shared bedroom (where I was sitting on the floor in the corner cuz I don't have anything like a desk)

turned the bedroom light on

rummaged around in a laundry basket for like 45 seconds

left the room

apparently left the entire apartment?

never came back it's been like an hour ??????????