A Master-Slave Experience

Hello friends, I’d love to be sharing my personal experience that explored me as a homosexual person.Before I jump directly to the story, let me introduce myself as Robert, a 19-year-old student, basically from Imphal. I am 5.3 feet tall, smooth skin and averagely good looking.

Right from my 15th birthday, it became evident and more clear that “pussy and cunts” are not my stuff. I accept the fact that I have always been attracted to hot gorgeous kinds of guys. I love staring at men’s body especially the crotch and the booty. Thanks to the Internet, I was getting almost every information I would love to know about same sex attraction. The curiosity and the eagerness to witness what is in store for me than what meets the eye propelled me all the way to porn video sites.Thanks to my hard work and sincere preparation, I got a seat for Medical study via AIPMT. I got the privilege to choose the best college among the tens of colleges. Unfortunately, since my parents didn’t like me studying outside the state I ended up at X college, Imphal as it is second to none here.

My first day at college was a red-letter-day because of two reasons. The first day at college is always a special day for everyone. And secondly, it was on that day I met this guy who came all the way to Imphal from Punjab to study MBBS. On account of the dearth of adequate rooms, I was asked to share the room with this guy. That notice came to me as a shock since he was not a new student like me but a senior, a 7th-semester student. How could a junior student stay with a senior student at the same room while there are reports of cases like ragging and harassment by the latter to the former? A little odd, it was. The room, though was spacious for two persons to stay with two separate beds, there was a curtain exactly in the middle of the room just to make sure our privacy was not at stake.

I was a book worm, I hardly made friends. I hardly went out with even family members, I loved being at home and read stuff. I started noticing the exact opposite nature of my room mate. He was a social butterfly. A lot of his so called friends would come in and out randomly. I was a hell lot uneasy to put up in that room. To make the situation worse, I didn’t understand Hindi. They would be chatting in Hindi and I was totally clueless of what they were talking about.

Even after my a month long stay with him, he hardly had changed his such habits, his friends were still coming and roaming around aimlessly. we hardly talked too. There was not a single minute change in his behavior. He would ask his friends to come into our room to gossip about anything. They would also be singing loudly without considering what other would say. I was deeply distressed by the situation that I wanted to do something to stop such not so appropriate atmosphere of a college hostel.

On one fine day, I gathered all kinds of energy I possessed and asked him if he was coming all the way from Punjab to Imphal to do gossiping and singing group songs with friends. It hardly took 5 seconds that he retorted back, “Mind your own business”.

“Why can’t you understand that such often habit takes a toll on my study too?”, quipped I. This time he didn’t retort back verbally but physically by punching me in my left face. Trust me it was the first and hopefully last time someone hit me really hard. I knew it would be silly on my part if I retaliated back physically since he was a typical Punjabi lad with seemingly approx 75kg weight, apparently 6.1 feet height and obviously stronger physique than mine. What a poor guy I was. I had nothing to do but the tears were rolling down from my eyes on my rosy cheeks. It was the gesture of hopelessness and a vivid sign of emotional breakdown.

Wasting no time, he disappeared quickly from the room and left me alone in full of tears. I just consoled myself and sitting on the edge of my bed, I thought whether I should report his behavior to the hostel Prefect. But at the same time, I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill. I only wished to move to another room after the semester exam.That night I didn’t take dinner, I just hit the bed very soon after the fight.

There was a drastic sudden change in his behavior following the next day. I hardly saw his friends coming in and out again in groups and chatting about any random topics.

Finally, there was a true academic atmosphere simulating to a real medical college hostel. In the evening, he apologized to me for that hit and of course I forgave him. Sooner than later, there was a bond developed between us, it was neither a friendship nor a bromance. In terms of his physical appearance, trust me he was the dream guy of almost every girl. His tall stature, the manly voice, the well-trimmed beards and most importantly smart brain were his signatures. Having said that I never viewed him as a potential gay partner or sex buddy because he was the last guy to be homosexual. I always maintained a relatively safer distance between us.

After our amicable relationship as roommates, we started showing our true colors. In all my life, I would love to wear shorts only and going shirtless was my routine at home. I started following the rituals at the hostel too. Though he was hardly seen shirtless, he loved wearing white shorts. I didn’t want him to notice my same sex attraction so I tried very hard to pretend to be a normal straight guy like other fellas. My inner naughty mind was doing the rounds. I would be roaming around wearing tight shorts.

Many a time the visibly protruding pinkish nipple of my male breast caught his attention. And he had this weird habit of scratching his crotch wildly that made me go nuts. I was very thin and slim at that time. I was never to the gym. In contrary, he was a total gym freak. He would run almost 1 km daily. He got this torso and abs which were worth jaw drooling.

One night I couldn’t control my desire to watch a porn video and so in my iPhone I streamed video online. When I thought that an overly hot guy was sleeping next to my bed, I couldn’t resist my naughty thoughts about him. I was so absorbed to his body. The level of excitement and horniness soared to a new height.

I decided to sneak the way to his bedroom. The blue bulb was emitting enough light for me to scan his hot body lying on the tidy bed. He had gone shirtless this time, it was a rare sight. A white towel was wrapped around his waist. He might have fallen to sleep right after taking a cold water shower. I walked towards him carefully and meticulously not to wake him up. He was sleeping like a dead man. I have never seen him so close before. The sparsely distributed hairs on his protruding chest and chiseled abdomen were driving me crazy.

For a moment, I imagined as I was feeling that sweaty, wet chest and having him put his hand on the back of my head as our lips locked in a passionate kiss. Suddenly the light went out and the fans on the ceiling stopped abruptly, sensing the sudden hotness jolted me back to reality. I asked myself to get a reality check. He was most likely to be straight. What the hell was I dreaming? I had never looked at another fella and gotten all bothered like that before.

As the light went out, it was complete darkness that I didn’t know whether his eyes were wide open or not. But my instincts urged me to proceed further. I was struggling to loose the towel around his waist. Because of that palpitations and nervousness, my heartbeat and breathing rate were never before. Spare the physical touch, only the sound of my breath could wake him up anyway. My hands were trembling like those of a 90 year old bed ridden patient

Without much effort, I finally loose the towel. The top of his penis was the first exposed, then the dark mass of his pubic hair and his finally low hanging balls. His cock stood up proudly, arching up to the right from his flat belly.They had a velvety feel beneath the coarse texture of his hair. They moved smoothly and independently under my touch. I caressed his shaft. From the base to the tip, he seemed enormous and the glans was fat and masculine. It appeared thicker at the end, larger even than the base even before the pouting shape of the helmet, looking down, it was a wonderful and hypnotic sight.

While I was playing with my soft hands, the penis became gross and fully erect which was oddly large. Suddenly the light came in and the bulb and the ceiling fan started working, it almost freaked me out. I ran back to my bedroom without even wrapping the towel. The fully erected penis was still standing as such. I didn’t look back again.

On the next morning, I was woken up by him. I got shocked to see him only in an underwear, revealing clearly the semi hard penis. He told me he would be joining a birthday party in the evening at a hotel and so he might be coming back late. I was asked to keep the door unlocked from inside. I didn’t stop glancing at his protruding bulge. He caught my naughty eyes and left for the bathroom with a wink.

Till 1 am he didn’t show up so I hit the bed. I didn’t know what time that was. It was total dark that I woke up at the very unusual smell. A guy from nowhere just kissed on my lips. It was so gross that I almost broke the kiss instantly because the source of that smell might be from his mouth. It turned out that this guy was my roommate. He might have been drunk at the party. I never imagined that would happen. I was frozen there for a moment. There was a pause from him too. I didn’t understand how to react.

The first and last thing that turned me off is the smell of alcohol (whatever the brands maybe). For the record, he tried to kiss me again. This time I strongly resisted. Because of the alcohol, his aggressive and violent nature came back. He yelled at me, “What were you doing last night with my dick, you little faggot?”. I was almost speechless and replied with timidness, “I hate this smell and I don’t want to have sex with a drunkard fella”. There was a vivid tension between us.

Without any hesitation, he got undressed and the smell of the alcohol too was still lingering around. I was dragged at neck down to the floor. Every thing happened so quickly and I didn’t understand what the next thing was to happen.I was lying almost terrorized by such unprecedented acts. I repeatedly requested him to go gently. Instead, he spat on my mouth, warning me to stop talking. He tore my vest. The sound of his breathing was inflicting fear and I was so terrified that I got my shorts and underwear stripped down to knee myself. My penis was limp and looked timid and shallow in taste.

Even though he was standing naked in front of me, my mind was still filled with a sense of fear and being overpowered so I couldn’t get hard. He dragged me to his semi erected penis.The huge balls were also seen hanging down heavily. It was a beautiful look, though. He was gagging, deepthroating my petite mouth. A couple of times I was almost left breathless, longing for air. Each time I tried to resist the act, he spat on my face. I was tortured like a poorly paid slut.

After gagging for about 15 minutes, he asked me to lie on my back on the floor. He was literally sitting on my mouth.I was asked to lick his ass which was a seer disgusting stuff I have ever been asked to do. I hated him like anything and at the same time, I wanted to kill him. And one thing I discovered unusually weird about him was that he never touched my penis. And after that nasty stuff, I was forced to lick his sweaty, wet armpits. Those armpits hairs when they touched my nose drove me crazy. I was finally moaning because I was really turned on by it. He abruptly stopped me from licking his armpit saying I was his submissive slave, so a slave shouldn’t be enjoying. That was utter distasteful.

After that, he dragged my ass to him and spat on it. His dick was at its best position, flaunting the brown tip. The shift was with its widest circumference. It was a kind of a really strong and large human penis. Just by the look of it, I was hesitant to take it to my ass. His dick was trying to slide into me steadily. My ass was already lubed with his spit but as it was my very first time, my ass didn’t allow the humongous dick to enter easily. His random jerks didn’t help either. holding my hips firmly and tightly, he gave a powerful shot and it almost freaked me out. It was so painful, there was no amount of enjoyment. I got suffocated at such jerk. I felt like he was going to kill me.

Soon he was all the way in and began a slow, smooth fucking motion. The feeling was indescribable it felt so good! As he stroked me, he began squeezing my ass again and on the third deep stroke, I let out an uncontrollable moan.This time he was saying nothing about the moan. I never even grunt during sex but the moan came from deep within me.He pulled out and slowly fucked it back in and my dick was so hard, I thought it was going to pop! Then he fucked another gentle long stroke, then another-then it happened.I came. I came with a long gutter sounding groan.My entire body shuttered as a chill ran through me. With each gentle stroke, I came again. I was lost in another world.

For that time in space, I felt like he was sent to make me his slut and he was committed to making me cum. He sped up his strokes and I kept shivering with each one. I was in another world. My mouth was open and I was drooling.This man had just fucked me to free orgasms and was still driving me crazy. I never would think it was possible to feel that intense amount of pleasure. Perhaps it was the fear mixed with the humility; mixed with the helplessness. I don’t know. I can never type enough adjectives to describe the best sex I ever had with him.

Thanks.