If degradation was my new kink I certainly got my fill of it that night.
When he had finally finished fucking her his humanity returned and they kissed and cuddled in a way that made me even more jealous than his attempt to break her in half had. His breathing, which had never elevated significantly returned to normal with the promptness of the athlete he was, hers did not to the point where I half wondered if she was having an asthma attack. But she finally settled into a contented bliss nuzzled into his armpit. I soon saw however that he wasn’t just romancing her. He had trapped one of her arms beneath him and was holding the other by the wrist in his enormous left hand while his right hand made for her crotch and drew from her a number of plaintive yelps and squeaks. Then after a surprisingly short while he rolled himself on top of her again, ready for round two. She pleaded soreness and exhaustion and suggested he fuck the gimp instead.
It took me a second to realise what she meant. That was me, I was the gimp.
He rather made the subtext text by admitting in his response how much fun he was having by not fucking me. I was then treated to the surreal experience of witnessing, as close to a literal fly on the wall, an entirely dispassionate conversation, held without so much as a glance my way, as to the pros and cons of sodomising me.
It seemed like my opinion in all this was neither here nor there to them. I don’t mean this literally, for all my neighbour’s entitlement he didn’t strike me as a rapist and I assume at some point I would be given the option to say no. I already knew it was not an option I would take. I kind of hated anal but I kind of loved hating it. With him I’m sure it would be excruciating, and probably fairly dispassionate, but also incredibly hot, overwhelmingly intense, and would represent a development in our relationship of sorts. Besides I was completely entrapped by the extraordinary seductive power of his apparent disinterest.
He swung off the bed and walked towards me, his weapon of a cock already at half mast, his body enormous, like that of a caged animal, in the tiny college dorm room. He took half a step towards me when she called out from the bed “wait!”.
He looked around: “I’d be jealous, take my arse instead”.
Cunt.
I saw that familiar smug grin that I knew and hated so well break out over his face, and then got to watch them play out a similar version of our dance – the devastating seductive power of a negotiation in which he offers nothing and so gets everything. She said it would be her first time and asked if he would be gentle, he assured her he would make no allowances for that whatsoever and would not be in the slightest bit gentle. She asked if he would use lots of lube and he promised to use the absolute bare minimum to prevent serious injury. She asked if he would slow down or stop if he asked and he said he would give her a safe word but that unless she used it nothing she could say or do to make him slow down or stop once they had started.
She thought for a little while and then inevitably agreed and rolled over. She was once again beautiful, basking and glistening in her postcoital glow, this new angle showing the slight plumpness of her behind and the subtle thickness of her hips which added a feminine quality to her otherwise androgynously slender body.
Once again he surprised me, and subverted the expectations he had set for her, by starting off more gently, considerately, and slowly than advertised. He used his fingers for her pleasure and preparation, he kissed and bit up and down her back, he started slowly and gently. But then he sped up and soon he was as much making love to her as a road drill makes love to a piece of tarmac.
I will forever remember that image of him, it was quite simply the sexiest thing I have ever seen: his enormous body pinning hers to the bed, his rapid powerful thrusts somehow smooth and graceful so effortlessly did they come from his incredible physique, his massive left hand pinning both her wrists to the headboard, his right using a fistful of her hair to force her face into the pillow and make sure her screams did not attract the attention of the authorities.
As for her, he quickly made her look pitiful, but I did not pity her, I wanted more than anything to be her. To feel sensations so intently they all form into a singularity of pain and pleasure so overwhelming that the brain simply cannot process it and every neuron you possess simultaneously screams across every frequency and you feel like you are about to die but also like this is never going to end.
When he had finally buggered her half to death there was more cuddling. Then he got up, untied me from the bar and led me over to the bed where he retied me, my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the footboard. They both mounted my waist, her behind him, and she reached around and jacked him off over my tits. I was immensely frustrated, and also frankly impressed, that he resisted the urge to play with them: they were enormous, they were perky and they were right there – my rock hard nipples were crying out for his touch. Instead he played with her inner thighs or reached behind him to pull her body tight against his.
His orgasm was the third of the night; it was plentiful and watery and it covered my chest like whitewash. She then slipped around in front of him onto his lap so I had nothing to do but look at her back and feel his cum dry upon me as he kissed and played with her tits the way he had so studiously ignored mine. He gave her titgasms and I don’t think they were fake: I could feel her wetness soaking through his lap onto my belly below.
Then they got up, he unceremoniously untied and ungagged me and ordered me to kneel by the side of the bed. She kneeled next to me and for the rest of the night we took turns blowing him – one of us working his dick the other licking his thigs and balls, or kneeling ready to be tagged in, or in her case sometimes standing up to kiss him or have her tits sucked while I was hard at work. When he eventually came it happened to be in her mouth, but it didn’t make me feel any the less used. Then he threw me out into the corridor: naked, cumstained and unsated. I ran back to my room and didn’t even wait to get into my bed to take care of myself, giving myself a thundering orgasm as I leaned against the inside of my door. And then the final insult, I head a couple of ironic “keep it down in there” knocks from my neighbours room.
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