Dorm Room Domination

*** CHAPTER 3 ***

I sat in my dorm, waiting on my buddy to show up. We were planning on drinking some beers I had made that little punk Alex buy and watching the football game. I told Alex to stay away until the game was over; actually I told him to stay away until 2:00, because I didn't feel like looking at his face. I figured I'd pass out by then.

There was a knock at the door, and I answered it. My buddy Anthony came in. Anthony was a pretty cool dude. I had met him at the gym here when he wanted a spotter for the bench press. He's almost as big
as I am, and at least as much of a gym rat. He was the kind of roommate I had been hoping for before I moved in here this year, but honestly, I don't know if I'd trade my current power for anything.

"Yoooooo, what up!" Anthony yelled. He was always pretty loud. "The game's gonna be on soon isn't it bro?"

"Yea, I already turned the TV on."

"Alright, nice. Damn... I should be doing my precalc homework tonight, it's due tomorrow. But I just fuckin' hate that class. How am I supposed to do that shit when I can watch the Packers?" I doubt Anthony would do the work whether or not the Packers were playing.

"Heh, yea it sucks," I said. Then I had an idea. "Hey... I think my roommate Alex is in precalc now. He's a little punk but I guess he's pretty smart. You got your homework in your bag there? I could probably make him do it."

"Really? Man, that's - wait a minute. What do you mean make him do it? Actually... I've been here a few times, and I don't think I've ever seen the guy."

"Yeah, he's annoying so I make him go away a lot. It's pretty awesome; he's like 130 pounds soaking wet, and I've been pushing him around all year. Made him buy these beers in fact. I'm pretty sure he's terrified of me," I laughed. "I catch him staring at me a lot. He's so scared of me he just freezes, like a fucking deer in headlights."

Anthony suddenly looked thoughtful. "You said his name was Alex? I'm pretty sure I know exactly who that little shit is. He sits behind me in math. Dude... he's such a fucking queer. He stares at me pretty much the whole class, every time. Sometimes I bounce my biceps or pecs or something just because I think it's hilarious how he can't stop looking. He doesn't stare at you because he's scared, he stares because he's a faggot!"

I was startled. "Dude... are you serious! I'm living with a homo?!? And he's staring at me all the time? What the fuck... I never wear a shirt when I'm here..."

Anthony busted out laughing. "Damn, the homo is lucky. Gets a free show every night. Do you sleep in your boxers? He probably gets hard watching you sleep... goes right in that bathroom there and jacks
off while thinking about you! Oh my God, it's hilarious."

I was starting to get pissed off. I got up and grabbed a fistful of Anthony's shirt. "Fuck you man, what's your problem?"

Anthony pushed me off. "Hey, I don't have one. YOU have a problem, with your roommate. If I were you I'd deal with him when he com-"

A key entered the door, and the handle turned. The little bitch walked in.

***

Nick told me to stay away until 2, but I forgot my notebook. I had a big math assignment due tomorrow, and I was hoping Nick would understand if I was in and out.

I opened the door and froze. Standing right there were both Nick and Anthony, possibly two of the sexiest guys in this school. Anthony had a huge grin on his face; Nick looked downright furious.

"I'm s-s-sorry Nick... I really need my notebook, I'll be out in two seconds." I walked to the back of the room.

"No, you won't," said Nick. "Anthony, do you think you could watch the game in your dorm? Sorry, but I really have to deal with what we just talked about."

Anthony's face flashed concern for a moment, but then he just said "Sure, no problem bro. Just be careful."

"No guarantees," Nick said, as he closed the door behind Anthony. He locked both locks on the door.

"Nick, you didn't have to send your friend away. I'm leaving right now, I'm sorry, sorry." I walked toward the door, but Nick blocked my path.

"You're damn right you're sorry. Anthony tells me you've been staring at him every day in class. Tells me you're a faggot. Well, are you? Are you a little faggot Alex?" He started slowly walking toward me, and I took a couple steps backwards. I was terrified.

"W-w-well, I, I mean, I... well, yes, but-" I backed into my desk. I had nowhere to go, and Nick was still coming.

"Thought so. How do you think that makes me feel, Alex? Do you think I'm happy, knowing a little homo has been staring at my body so much the last couple months, Alex? What do you think I should do about this, Alex?" By this time, Nick had completely closed the gap between us. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and damn near lifted me off the ground. I instinctively put both of my hands on his arm to try to remove the offending appendage. Big mistake.

He quickly spun me so my back was facing him. With his left arm, Nick grabbed my left arm and twisted it behind my back. The pain exploded in my brain. His massive right arm wrapped around my neck in a chokehold, his big bicep pushing against the side of my neck. He was quickly increasing the pressure.

"Nick," I gasped. "Nick... stop... you're hurting... me." My head began to spin. I was all too familiar with this feeling... I was going to pass out. "Please..."

"Oh, you want me to stop?" Nick twisted my arm further, and I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder.

"You think you can stare at me all you want? You like my muscular body, you homo? Then I know what you'll really like." That was the last thing I heard as my vision went to black.

****

I felt Alex go limp in my arms. I swear, part of me didn't want to let go of the choke. I was so furious that I really wanted to just kill the little bitch right now. After a few moments of consideration, I let go, and threw him on the floor face up. I straddled him, my knees on the floor.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my 9" cock, already hard at the thought of what I was going to do to this wimp. I pried open his mouth and thrust my boner deep inside as hard as I could, Alex's head slamming into the ground.

Alex opened his eyes at that moment, waking from the sleep I had put him in. I think he tried to say "what the hell", but it's hard to tell, as his mouth was full of my dick. He tried to push me off of him, which was pretty stupid. After a couple more thrusts, and his head smashing into the ground a couple more times, he decided to use his hands to try to protect his head.

I thrust harder and harder, fucking this faggot's face harder than I've ever fucked anything in my life. He looked like he was gagging, only being able to get a small breath when I pulled back. For good measure, I thrust into the back of his throat and held it there for a moment, literally choking the punk with my cock. Then I went back to an ever faster fucking, slamming his head into the ground more time than I can count. He had removed his hands from behind his head; I suspect he broke a finger.

After a few more moments his eyes had closed. He had passed out from the trauma. Probably had a nasty concussion. My incessant thrusting, coupled with the satisfaction I had gotten from what I just did to the fucker, triggered what is probably the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I squirted ribbon after ribbon of hot cum down Alex's throat.

I pulled out and surveyed the destruction. I could see a bit of blood under his head on the floor. Because I didn't want him dying (at least not here), I turned his head to the side to let my cum drain out so it wouldn't suffocate him. He probably needed to go to the hospital, but I wasn't taking him. He was a smart little nerd, he'd find his way there. When we woke up.

But I had another problem. I enjoyed that. Too much. I've never had an orgasm like that... in fact, I'm getting hard again just thinking about what I just did. After a couple pumps, I came again... of course, all over Alex's unmoving body.

What was I saying? Oh yes... after that, no other sex will compare. Could... could I be gay? No, maybe not. I wasn't turned on by Alex; rather, I was turned on by beating the hell out of that queer. By humiliating him and dominating him the way I did. Yes... that's it.

I was snapped out of my reverie by a moan from Alex. He was coming to. Well, he wasn't dead, and I guess that's a good thing, as satisfying as that would be.

"Get off the floor and go clean yourself up," I said. "You're a fucking mess." I added, "Oh, and you should probably go to an ER, people's heads probably aren't supposed to be smashed into the ground that many times."

(To be continued...)