Roommate-In-Law
by Mark Apoapsis
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When
my brother Matt brought his college roommate home with him for
spring break, my first reaction
was that I hoped I’d be half as lucky as him in September.
Then again, Matt and Eric, being sophomores, had been allowed to choose each
other as roommates. I’d be assigned a roommate for my freshman year. So
it wasn’t totally by chance, but I still thought they were two very lucky
guys. I could tell that Eric had become close buddies with Matt in a way than
none of Matt’s high school chums ever had. It was obvious in the way they
looked at each other, often exchanging a quick smile whenever someone’s
chance comment reminded them of an experience they’d shared together. I
wanted that for myself, now that I knew it was possible.
Matt looked great. I hadn’t seen him since September; he’d gone home
with Eric for Christmas. He hadn’t gotten any taller, but he was noticeably
more muscular. As for me, I’d grown an inch or two and put on some muscle,
and no one would mistake me for a kid anymore. But if I’d hoped to be able
to hold my own the next time Matt and I got into an argument -- the kind that
led to wrestling -- I could forget it. I was sure my big brother could still
lick me as easily as ever.
But Eric made Matt look downright wimpy. My brother could have rested his chin
on his friend’s broad shoulder without bending over. The big blond’s
T-shirt strained against bulging chest and arm muscles. He really stood out at
the dinner table, surrounded by our dark-haired family. Only physically though.
Eric was a good conversationalist and a good listener, and seemed to fit right
in immediately.
***
The first evening, the minute our parents had gone to bed, Eric and Matt holed
up in Matt’s old room. I wanted to talk to them – find out how Matt
was doing, and maybe get to know Eric better – but I found they’d
locked the door. I could guess why: I caught a whiff of pot smoke leaking out
from the room.
There was no response to my knock except for whispers and some laughter. Irritated
at being left out, I took out the long fireplace match I always keep hidden above
Matt’s door for just such occasions, and stuck it into the opening in the
knob until I felt it pressing against the spring lock and I could turn the knob.
I found them sprawled on the bed, leaning close together, conspiratorially. They’d
made themselves at home; both men had their shoes off. Eric’s bare feet
looked big next to Matt’s, which are the same size as mine. I’d never
met a guy with bigger feet than us. My brother had also unbuttoned his shirt,
and for some reason Eric had hiked his T-shirt halfway up, revealing flat, rippled
abs.
Eric looked up in surprise when the door opened, and he hurriedly snuffed out
the joint and pulled his shirt down. Matt didn’t look surprised so much
as exasperated. He got off the bed and stalked toward me, rolling up his sleeves
over his now impressive biceps. “You never learn, do you?” he asked
in a dangerous tone. But I had learned one thing over the years: not to try running.
I stood there and accepted the inevitable.
As he pinned me to the bed, with his roommate looking on in amused disbelief,
I realized that I’d been stupid not to remove the ropes Matt always kept
under his bed especially for me. I’d had over six months to think of that.
It was too late now. He leaned over the edge and managed to retrieve them while
I squirmed under him, pinned by his weight. In seconds, he had my wrists tied
to the vertical wooden bars of the headboard.
This had happened a hundred times before, but I was amazed he was doing it right
in front of Eric. When he was in high school, if I interrupted him when he was
with a friend, he would just toss me out. Sometimes later on when we were alone,
he’d tie me to the bed, and keep me there until I swore I’d never
do it again. But never in front of an outsider.
“ Can I help?” Eric finally asked, his voice a little husky.
“ Nah, I can handle this guy with one hand tied behind my back. Always
could.”
Grinning, Eric obligingly twisted Matt’s arm behind his back, and began
tying another piece of rope around his wrist. Matt laughed. “Dude, cut
that out! Okay, if you want to help, take his shoes and socks off. Then tie his
ankles to the bedposts.”
“ His feet look a lot like yours,” Eric observed when he had one
bare. I
shivered at the feeling of unfamiliar hands cradling my foot.
“ Maybe, but they sure smell worse,” my brother claimed.
Eric stuck his nose right against the toes, and I squirmed in surprise. “No,” he
said thoughtfully. “Just like yours.”
My brother ignored him. He had his hand pressed down on my chest. He sat there
quietly, just feeling my racing heartbeat through the thin cotton of the tank-top
I was wearing, until his buddy had both of my bare ankles secured to the posts.
Tying me up and feeling the effect he’d had on my heartbeat was generally
enough to show his power over me; it rarely went any further. If I’d still
been wearing the button-down flannel shirt I’d worn at dinner, he might
have unbuttoned it partway and stuck his hand in to press it against my bare
skin. But it would have stopped there. Usually.
“ What do with do with him now?” Eric asked. He was breathing hard,
even
though he hadn’t had to exert himself at all to subdue me.
“ Sometimes I tickle him,” Matt said. That was only half true: he
hadn’t
done that in a long time, and probably wouldn’t even have thought of it
if his buddy hadn’t been egging him on.
“ No!” I protested. I was, needless to say, in the most vulnerable
possible position for tickling: divested of my shoes and socks, and wearing a
tank-top, with my arms stretched over my head. An inch or two of my belly was
exposed too; my shirt had gotten hiked up slightly when Eric had dragged me by
my feet to
tie them to the bedposts. “Look, I’ll leave you guys alone, I promise.
Just let me go.” But Eric was already running his thumbs along the sensitive
soles of my bare feet.
“ If you didn’t want to be tickled,” my brother said, digging
his fingers
into my armpits, “why did you change into a tank-top before you knocked?”
I didn’t answer, partly because I was already laughing too hard, but mostly
because I didn’t know the answer myself. I guess I’d wanted to show
off my new shoulder muscles. Show that I fit in with these college men. Almost.
“ You know what I think?” Matt taunted, tickling even more aggressively. “I
think you knew I was going to tickle you no matter what, and you were hoping
I’d leave your shirt on if I didn’t need to take it off to get to
your armpits.”
“ You used to strip him?” his buddy asked in wonder.
“ Sometimes,” Matt said. He reached for the line of wispy hair running
from my half-exposed navel down into my pants. I squirmed as he played with it.
He pushed my shirt up a little further with each stroke, slowly exposing more
and
more of my belly as he followed the line of hair up toward my chest. It didn’t
tickle, exactly. It was more like it sent warm ripples down my body. I was very
conscious of Eric watching us; it might not have been a big deal without him
there, but his presence seemed to heighten the delicious feeling of helplessness
taking hold of me.
“ These little hairs feel thicker now, and they’ve turned black,” Matt
murmured.
“ I’ve got hair on my chest, finally,” I boasted. “More
than
you.”
He stuck a questing hand up into my shirt. “Hmm. Maybe.”
“ Dude,” Eric said impatiently, “just pull his shirt up all
the way
already, so we can see!” His words affected me more strongly than the physical
sensation of my brother’s familiar touch.
“ I don’t know,” Matt said, looking suddenly embarrassed as
he took
his hand away.
“ You afraid he’s right?” Eric asked teasingly. “That
your little
brother’s got a hairier chest than you?”
“ OK, if you want to see his chest so badly, go for it. You do the honors.” He
patted my bare belly like you might pat an empty seat to invite a friend to sit
down next to you. Eric practically shoved his buddy out of the way in his eagerness
to accept the invitation. I could only lie there quivering as my brother’s
roommate slowly pushed my shirt up to my armpits.
The sensation of my chest being bared for a stranger’s inspection, the
humiliation of being tied up and stripped, had a certain edge to them they’d
never had before. Was it because it wasn’t my brother doing it? Or because
we were grown men now, so submitting even to Matt had been like yielding power
to an equal?
“ Oh, nice!” Eric breathed, stroking the straight black hairs between
my
pecs as if he owned my body. “He’s definitely got you beat, dude.” To
my surprise, he reached into my brother’s open shirt and stroked his chest
with his other hand, as though comparing us.
Blushing, Matt stepped back, though not as quickly as I would have expected.
“ Where you going, dude?” Eric said, grabbing onto Matt’s shirt
and
reeling him back in.
I half expected Matt to deck Eric at this point, but instead he stood there and
submitted to the stroking, his eyes downcast.
Having demonstrated his control over my brother, Eric took his time exploring
every inch of my upper body with his hand, squeezing my arm muscles, lightly
brushing my nipples, and stroking my throat to feel the stubble. I shaved every
morning these days, and I still had stubble by evening. Finally, he traced that
line of wispy hair that Matt had been exploring, from my chest all the way down
my belly, until my jeans stopped his fingers from following it any further.
He took off my belt and dropped it on my chest. The feel of the leather against
my bare skin made me wonder nervously if he meant to whip me with it. My brother
had never so much as threatened that. In fact, I knew I could count on Matt to
stop Eric from doing anything to hurt me. By force, if necessary -- buddy or
not. Matt might have played a little rough with me sometimes, but he’d
always been there for me when outsiders picked on me. He didn’t look too
happy with Eric removing my belt, and seemed to be on the verge of objecting.
When Eric unbuttoned my pants, Matt finally stepped forward and put a restraining
hand on his buddy’s shoulder, saying, “What the hell do you think
you’re doing?”
“ Chill out,” Eric ordered, opening my fly. My brother grabbed his
wrist,
but the next thing I knew, Eric had Matt’s arm twisted behind his back.
I’d never seen anyone best Matt before. Childishly, I’d always thought
he was invincible. “I said, ‘chill out,’” Eric repeated
quietly. “Don’t make me force you to suck your own brother’s
toes.”
To my alarm, my brother backed off and watched unhappily as his buddy pulled
my pants down to my knees --which was as far as they’d go with my legs
spread like that. Eric began stroking the ultra-sensitive skin between my navel
and the top of my pubic hair --which was sticking out of the waistband of my
tightie whities, by the time he finished inching those down. The sensation was
driving me nuts, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I felt
humiliated, but also strangely aroused at the same time, being caressed where
no one had ever touched me before. I also felt betrayed: pissed at my brother
for not trying harder to defend me. At the same time, I almost felt bad for Matt;
he looked so helpless, standing there and watching. Either way, it made me realize
that from now on, Matt wasn’t going to be able to protect me. Not just
tonight, but from now on.
Of course he wasn’t, I told myself. He lived a thousand miles away now,
and in September I would leave home myself, moving away in the opposite direction.
We’d see less and less of each other with each passing year, as we started
our separate lives. Even if my brother were as strong and fearless as I’d
always believed he was, he couldn’t be there for me anymore.
I was pulled so many different ways by the conflicting emotions that I did something
I hadn’t done since I was a kid: I started crying. At first it was just
a tear or two rolling down my cheek, but I knew that both men saw it. Crying
in front of a near stranger, and in front of the older brother I was trying to
get to accept me as a man, made me feel even more humiliated, and I started to
sob openly.
“ That’s it!” my brother said firmly. “Get your hands
off him,
dude.” He grabbed his friend’s shoulder and spun him around. But
the bigger man grappled with him and tripped him up. In less time than I would
have thought possible, the burly blond was straddling my brother’s prone
body on the bedroom carpet, tying his wrists behind his back with Matt’s
own shirt. I’d never seen my brother beaten in a fair fight! Just my luck
that he would finally meet his match when I needed him most.
Eric didn’t stop there, either. He stripped my struggling brother down
to his boxers, and tied his ankles together with Matt’s own belt. He left
him there on the floor to watch my humiliation continue, now completely powerless
to help me.
I was crying even harder now, both at my brother’s defeat and at being
totally at his buddy’s mercy. Eric leaned his head against mine, once again
gently stroking the line of hairs on my belly, and murmured, “Are you afraid
of me?”
“ I don’t know,” I sniveled. “Not exactly.”
“ I won’t hurt you, you know. I’d never hurt anyone, but especially
not you. Know why?”
“ B-because I’m your buddy’s brother?”
“ You’re smarter than I thought.”
With that, Eric pushed my shirt over my head and up to my wrists. He left my
briefs on – just barely – as he continued the gentle stroking. Then,
without warning, he launched a long round of vicious tickling that left me gasping
for breath. I believed him, about not hurting me because that would hurt Matt.
But he sure as hell enjoyed humiliating me. I wondered if humiliating me was
another way for him to humiliate my big brother.
After listening to me begging Eric to stop for what seemed like hours, Matt finally
dared to voice an objection from his helpless position on the floor. Eric calmly
picked him up by the armpits and dragged him over to my feet, and tried to make
good on his threat about forcing Matt to suck my toes. My brother refused, though,
even when Eric grabbed his balls through his boxers and squeezed hard enough
to make him moan in pain.
Eric didn’t try that a second time, but whenever Matt dared to speak up
again, he stopped tickling me and spent several minutes tickling Matt instead.
I noticed that he went unerringly for the parts of my brother’s body I
knew to be most ticklish: his ribs, the backs of his knees, and around his bellybutton.
When Eric finally released us an eternity later, he did it by first picking Matt
up in his strong arms and dumping his half-naked body on top of mine before untying
him. As soon as he was free, Matt rolled off of me and lay there looking defeated.
Eric gave my belly one last possessive caress. “Have you learned your lesson,
kid? Do you promise never to come in here uninvited?”
“ I promise, Eric,” I said solemnly, and he untied me.
I nudged my brother, lying at my side. “Matt?” I asked softly. “Do
you want to come sleep in my room?”
“ Huh? What for, doofus?”
So I reluctantly left my brother to sleep in the same room as his sadistic roommate.
The same bed, in fact, unless Eric made him sleep on the floor.
***
The next day was bright and sunny. Weirdly enough, we all went to the park and
had a picnic: the whole family, plus Eric. None of us mentioned what had happened,
not even when our parents were out of earshot. Matt and Eric were as tight with
each other as ever, and acted completely normal – at least, if two guys
dropping ice cubes down each other’s shirts counts as normal. The only
thing that had changed was that Eric was even more relaxed and friendly around
me, almost as much as he was with Matt, or Matt was with me. It was as if I’d
gained a second big brother overnight.
A big brother, as opposed to a friend. They both absolutely refused to let me
tag along when the two of them drove to the lake the next day for an overnight
trip.
***
The night after they returned, tanned and relaxed, I once again picked the lock
to my brother’s room and let myself in, this time without knocking. To
my surprise, I caught them wrestling under the sheets. My brother was losing.
But they were both furious at me for barging in.
“ You have two seconds to get out,” Eric said in a quietly dangerous
voice. “A lot worse things can happen to you than what we did the first
night.”
“ Remember the time with the matches,” my brother added.
They meant business. I hastily backed out of the room, closing the door behind
me.
Then I put my ear against the door, just in time to hear Eric ask, “What
happened ‘the time with the matches’?”
“ No way am I gonna tell you that story, dude! I don’t want to give
you ideas.”
“ Oh, you’ll tell me all right. You know you always tell me everything.
Eventually.”
I heard my brother groan loudly, and wondered what Eric was doing to him. There
was some low murmuring; I could hear both men’s voices but couldn’t
make out any more words except for an occasional Oh God from my brother and more
moaning.
Finally I went to bed, feeling vaguely dissatisfied, though I should have been
glad to have escaped punishment for once.
***
I was cowed enough to leave them alone until the last night before they headed
back to school. Then I couldn’t resist listening at the door just one more
time. I padded silently up the door in my bare feet, and put my ear against it.
All I could hear was my brother’s loud, ragged breathing and an occasional
triumphant chuckle from Eric. And maybe … was that a whimper I’d
heard? Curiosity was driving me crazy. I had to peek inside.
Eric, fully dressed, had Matt bound hand and foot, face down on the bed. He’d
stripped him of his shirt and shoes, and was running a small block of ice over
my brother’s bare back. I stuck my head in a little further and saw Eric
was handling it by a popsicle stick protruding from the ice. He must have planned
this torment hours in advance.
The door creaked, and Eric looked up sharply. He dropped the ice and sprang for
the door. I slammed it shut and ran toward the safety of my own room, but he
caught me before I reached it, wrapping his strong arms around me and clapping
a large hand over my mouth.
I didn’t even bother resisting as he dragged me back to Matt’s bedroom.
If he could overpower my brother, I didn’t stand a chance. I meekly let
him take my shirt off and muscle me onto the bed, perpendicular to my brother’s
prone body, while he trussed me up too. Then he continued what I’d interrupted.
“ No, dude, please! Not in front of my brother,” Matt begged. But
Eric ruthlessly continued his humiliating torment, and I had a front row seat
as he reduced my
big brother to a quivering, whimpering plaything.
Then it was my turn. He made my brother watch as he ran the ice down my spine.
I tried to tough it out, but to tell the truth, I don’t think I even did
as well as Matt had. Eric worked with maddening slowness, starting at the nape
of my neck and gradually working his way down, practically all the way down to
my ass crack.
Then he sat the two of us up, back to back, and wrapped ropes around our chests
to lash us together. At least my back was nice and warm now, pressed skin-to-skin
against my brother’s. But the relief only lasted for a few seconds; then
Eric attacked my chest with the ice, paying particular attention to my nipples.
He stopped only when he decided it was Matt’s turn. I could feel Matt’s
every shiver, and could tell the exact instant the ice reached a nipple or found
its way into an armpit, just by the sudden jerks and shudders, the sharp intake
of breath. When it was my turn again, I tried even harder to control my reactions,
knowing that Matt was feeling them like I’d felt his.
As ruthlessly as he tormented me, Eric was even harder on his roommate. At one
point I definitely heard my brother’s pants being unzipped, and from the
way he gasped and writhed against me, I was pretty sure Eric was applying the
ice to his naked balls.
“ You want me to stop?”
“ Please, dude,” Matt whispered. “I’ll do anything.”
“ I’ll let you go, if you promise to suck on my toes.”
“ You got it!”
“ How about you, kid?” Eric asked me, holding the ice against my
nipple.
“ OK! OK! Anything you want!”
So he untied us and made us get on our knees on the floor in front of him while
he sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. Matt and I each took one
of his huge feet in our hands. I watched Matt, and did everything he did. Kneeling
side by side with my brother, both of us bare to the waist, we licked his roommate’s
huge feet and sucked on his toes. At least I finally felt like Matt’s equal,
thanks to Eric having reduced us both to compliant slaves.
Eric lay back on the bed for the first part of it, sighing blissfully. Then he
sat up and leaned forward to stroke the back of my brother’s neck almost
affectionately. I caught myself half hoping he’d do that to me too, but
he didn’t.
***
After awhile, Eric lay back on the bed again, his arms behind his head, and closed
his eyes, still making occasional soft sounds of pleasure. We both kept sucking
dutifully, but after some time had passed, Matt looked up at his roommate’s
still form, silent now except for soft, slow breathing.
“ I think he fell asleep on us,” he whispered. “The bastard!”
I stood up. It was strange how innocent Eric looked in his sleep. Not at all
like a man who would ever think of tying up his roommate and his roommate’s
brother, torturing them with ice, and forcing them to lick his feet. Innocent
and vulnerable. Now was my chance to pay him back. I pounced.
I actually managed to get his shirt halfway off before he woke up enough to resist,
and then he was hampered by his arms being tangled up in the shirt. His chest
was smooth, except for some almost invisible blond hair I could feel on his pecs.
The hair in his armpits was fine and silky. With his shirt off, his muscles looked
every bit as impressive as I’d been imagining. And he was gratifyingly
ticklish himself, but unfortunately not so ticklish as to be incapacitated by
laughter before he could pin me to the bed, once he got his arms free of the
shirt.
I glared at my brother. “You were supposed to help me, stupid.” Matt
just laughed at me.
“ What are we going to do with him, dude?” Eric asked.
“ I don’t know, man. Obviously we aren’t safe in our own bed,
even
behind a locked door.”
“ We’ll just have to keep him close,” Eric concluded.
They stretched my arms over my head and tied my wrists to the headboard. Then
they took off my pants, turned out the light, and stripped to their boxers themselves
before snuggling up on either side of me. My brother rolled me onto my side so
that I was facing Eric, and put his arms around me. He hadn’t shared his
bed with me since we were both kids and I was afraid of monsters in the closet.
Lying here with him felt different now that we were grown men, although still … well … brotherly.
And Eric wasn’t exactly a monster, and I wasn’t exactly afraid of
him. “Don’t worry,” Matt whispered teasingly in my ear. “I’ll
watch your back.”
His brawny blond roommate ran his hand through my chest hair in a way that didnt
feel at all brotherly, and sent shivers halfway down my body. I tried unsuccessfully
to wriggle out of reach, but Matt was right behind me.
“ You’re not going anywhere,” Eric murmured, entrapping my
bare feet between his own, while intertwining his legs warmly with mine and my
brother’s.
“ You still say we should spend the summer at your parent’s cabin?” Matt
asked him suddenly.
“ Hmm. We’ll have to talk about that.” He toyed with my armpit
hair, gently, just on the edge of tickling. He was still playing with it when
I fell
asleep.
***
I woke up a couple of hours before dawn to find my head pillowed on Eric’s
well-toned chest muscles. His arm was loosely draped over me, his hand resting
on my brother’s bare chest. My own arms were free; someone had untied me
as I slept. The ropes were still tied to the headboard, in easy reach. I thought
of all the things I could do to Eric now, if I could just knot the free ends
around his wrists without waking him up. Strong as he was, he’d be completely
at my mercy. I could present him to my brother as a gift, like a young hunter
returning with his first kill, a young warrior dragging back his first captured
foe.
I was still savoring the possibilities as I drifted back to sleep, lulled by
the strong, steady beat of Eric’s heart.
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