"What no!" You squeak, backing away from your roommate.
You feel your back hit the cold tiled wall of the bathroom. He approaches you slowly, aware that you have no where to run.
"I know you want to," he smirks placing a hand on the wall next to you, boxing you into a corner. He lazily lifts his other arm again, revealing his pit "You really should be more careful when you jerk off while sniffing my sweaty underwear."
You cringe away from his pit, trying to block out the intoxicating smell of his post workout musk. He's moving closer, gradually encroaching on your space as he talks.
"When were you planning on telling me that my roommate is a little fag." His pit is now inches away. You close your eyes in a futile attempt to block out the effect that his words - and his smell - have on you.
Before you can stop yourself you whimper, "Please." You don't know what you're begging for.
"Please... what?" He laughs coldly "Use your words faggot."
"Please..." please leave me alone, please stop, please don't do this "please Sir. Make me your faggot."
You feel him move closer to you, his body almost touching you, his pit less than an inch from your face. "Good boy. Do you want your reward, faggot, for being a good boy."
You whimper again.
"Then take it."
In a an instant your last drop of resolve vanishes. You push your face forwards, closing the gap between you and his pit.
The smell almost makes you gag, the sweat, the musk, the male stink, but that only encourages you. First you inhale deeply, over and over again. You hear your roommate say "There you go faggot, just accept what you are." His other arm is on your lower back, holding you gently in place.
As you inhale a couple more times the need deep inside you grows stronger. You open your mouth and begin to kiss and lick at his pit, at first tentatively but you quickly become ravenous. Your face feels wet, drenched in his sweat and your greedy saliva.
After a few minutes in heaven you feel his hand drag you back effortlessly by the back of your hoodie. You try to fight, your tongue sticking out desperately for a moment to reach his pit again, but you are nothing compared to his strength.
"Such a mess," he laughs. You whimper and whine again, unable to form coherent thoughts. "Look at you, such a needy bitch. Don't worry," he laughs as you whine again "There we go," he lifts his other arm as he releases you. Without even thinking you're pressed against him again with your face buried hungrily in his other pit.
Its hard to focus on anything other than the intense sensations as you return to licking and drooling all over his sweaty pits, but you do become aware of how painfully hard you are.
Like a bitch in heat you feel yourself beginning to grind against this thigh. You're barely aware of how obscenely you are moaning as you hump against his body, you just need to sink deeper into his smell, his taste, the feeling of his strong alpha body against you pathetic fag dick.
The desperate relief of release begins to build in your balls. You hump faster, lick harder. Just as the orgasm is about to explode in your pants you feel the cold tile wall hit your back as you are slammed against it.
"Nuh uh. Don't be a bad faggot." He snarls as his hands pin your wrists above your head. Both of his pits are so close to you, your can smell them but you can't reach them. "Stop that. You've already ruined the nice reward I gave you by being a horny slut. Do you really want to make me punish you worse than I already have to?"
Your cock strains against the fabric of your jeans. His words, the smell of his sweat, the feeling of him overpowering you like this, the threat of his punishment, are all too much for your stink drunk faggot brain. You whimper and twitch as your cock is stimulated by the friction against your underwear.
"I guess that answers my question, faggot." He sneers, his eyes fixed on the growing wet spot in your jeans. "What sort of horny, pathetic faggot creams itself at the thought of being punished."
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