Diary of a wimpy roommate, PART 3!!!

[biceps_licker]

PART 1
PART 2

Guys, here it is, the new episode. I wrote it quickly, fantasizing about that guy. I hope it will excite you!

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Day 2, afternoon - night (PART 3)

I see only dark. I hear only the rumble of his snoring. I never want to see him again, but I know that is just my wishful thinking. It feels like my body is literally broken, and there is no doctor, shaman or engineer that can fix it. I feel I'm covered with bruises. I feel like my skin is purple, all over. I still shiver, I think his arms are all around me, his steely forearms, his fat fingers that can penetrate rock. My thigs are wet. I lay wrapped in sheets on my bed like a mummy. I am completely transformed.

He came out with a bang, he came in with a bang.

It was late afternoon, I was sitting on my bed, reading Harry Potter books. I started reading them again a week ago. I guess I'd felt I should be needing an escape to fantasy very soon. First Jonas went home, then this beast entered and turned my lifte to hell at once.

He sat on his bed and put his legs on my bed.

"Bitch, take 'em off."

I looked at him in fear. His eyes were so weird, so cold. He raised his right leg and slammed it into my bed. My body jumped up like a ragdoll. I reached for his sneakers. My body was enslaved by his energy. I revealed huge, shovellike feet covered by sweatty grey socks. Their smell pierced my nostrils. That smell had that manly note of his, but it felt like more wicked, fermented version of his ultra manly musk.

"Socks, puny whore!"

I reached for the socks and started trembling as I revealed his massive feet. The smell became a notch stronger, reigning over the room, making its air thick as jello. His feet were perfect. Arched, beautifully formed toes.

I raised my eyes to his face without expression, but I wasn't prepared for what came next. He locked me with his feet and turned my body over. I was laying there on my belly, trapped. He kept sitting on his bed, reaching over to mine with his legs. He pressed me down with one leg, and started taking off my pants with the other.

I was naked in a second.

He put both of his feet on my butt and started spreading my buttcheecks. I felt cool breeze on my tight hole. He started laughing like a lion. He removed his feet a moment later.

"Get over, lil' senior bitch. Sit beside me."

"Fuck off!!!"

Man, I was crazy to do that, but I was fed up with that shit. No one can treat another human being like that. No one. I sat on my bed and reached for my pants on the floor. He started laughing again.

"Oooooh, you are so mean, lil' senior. You don't want to play with your roomie."

He was immitating a little kid. That was so creepy. He stood up and sat beside me, denting the bed so I slid to his side. He put his hand on my tighs, almost completely covering them with it.

"Don't be afraid lil' boy."

He started squeezing my thigs gently, and than put his enormous finger on my light brown pube bush.

"Ooooh, look at this. I guess this punly lil' boy went through puberty after all. I thought he was still prepubescent, judging by his tiny muscles."

Then he started laughing again. I reached for my pants and wanted to put them on, but he stopped me.

"You won't be needing pants for what we're about to do."

He put his meaty hand around me and started squeezing me.

"We are buddies, aren't we?"

I was silent.

"Aren't we?!"

"Please, stop this nonsense. I won't report you to anyone, just stop it."

"But I thought you liked this, lil' senior."

As he uttered that, he grabbed my cock. It was semi-hard. It started getting harder in his warm giant hand. I hadn't even noticed I was getting hard. I was so embarassed. I looked at the window. The snow was falling.

He didn't waste a second. He raised me in his hypermuscular arms like I was a baby and put me in his lap. I was facing his grinning face, broad shoulders with thick muscle armour and barrel chest covered in simple black shirt. His pits were wet.

"Daddy freshman got his hormones, now he needs his worhsip!"

He grabbed my skull and showed it in his covered wet pits. The smell was even riper than yesterday. As if he became more of a man in a day's time. I started sucking on his wet t-shirt like I was a little baby wanting his milk. I felt so weak in his presence. Every single one of my attempts to confront him melted like ice in Sahara. At noon.

His pits were nestled under magnificent biceps, which he flexed slowly as i licked the pit area. The biceps looked even grander cut in half by the line of the black sleeve which barely contained the potent muscle bulge. It was covered in thick veins. They looked like anacondas sunbahing on the smooth, gigantic rock near the river.

He released my skull. I felt like I was a kid who had licked clean the whole jar of strawbery jam and had just been caught in the act. A mix of shame and sheer extasy. I felt like I had jam all over my mouth. A ripe, strong, salty, rancid, musky, delicious jam.

"Take daddys shirt off."

This freshman called himself daddy. My hands reached for his shirt. I was like a hypnotised racoon. Totally lost. He put his arms in the air as to help me with it. Even totally stretched, his biceps looked thick as shit, filling those sleeves like nobody's business. But I realized that the first day already, I realized that he was thick all over and in every possible position. He was built like a warrior who crushes skulls of his enemies like they were made of eggshells. And then sucks their sutpid puny little brains out to get some protein.

I tried to lift his shirt off, but it got stuck around his lats.

"Daddy wide."

He started laughing. His gaze was still cold, but his face was full of pride. Then it dawned on me. His lats were flexed.

"Oh, the lil' freshman realized what was the problem. Try and solve it lil' boy."

I instantly started touching his lat. It was wet form the sweat. It was fukkin meaty. Unbelievably hard. I started to realize how much hard work it took to build this monument of manly flesh. Drawn by the power of his lat i went closer and pressed my lips against it. I gently kissed it. The lat unflexed.

"Smart lil' senior. I knew you would make a great worshipper."

I thought I could remove his shirt now, but it was still a mission impossible. Even unflexed his lats were too thick. I pulled the shirt up as fast as I coud, while he roared with laughter. Finally, I pulled off the shirt. I was covered in sweat and I couldn't believe what I was doing. He had actually made me serve him and I complied.

And now his torso was uncovered.

I guess I wanted a reward for all my hard undressing work, so i grabbed his left nipple gently. What was I to do next? I didn't know. I just looked at his pecs. Heavy slabs of man-beef. So heavy they hang unflexed. So heavy they look like they will drop to the floor and make a hole in it. So heavy the nipples point downwards like the tips of some Russian deadly missiles from the time of Cold war. Jonas had beautiful ripped pecs, but they didn't hang heavy. No, sir.

"Oh, you like daddy's boobies? Wanna suck on them?"

He grabbed my neck and slammed me into his pecs. I wanted to lick them, but I couldn't. He pressed my head so hard. I felt like my teeth would turn to gravel in a matter of seconds. He started bouncing them. I thought that dancing hypermeat was going to flatten my nose into a pancake. Then, the pecs froze. He let go of my neck.

"What will we do next? Chose wisely, young senior?"

This morning I had been thinking of going to my counselor and telling him all about my misery. But i hesitated. I forgot all about that. My main objective was to meet this man's demands. As if his smell, power and attitude had the effect of a dangerous drug. Even my wit and humor is gone in his presence. I surely acted like a drugged maniac, like one of them old school opium smokers in secret dens of Beijing.

"Flex your biceps."

Those were the words spoken by a man who sacrificed all his life to opium fumes. Simple words of an idnividual so intoxicated he lost his true self.

The beast granted my wish.

And there they were. My eyes had never seen anything like that. Two glorious round holy mountains. The mountain wreath continued to round shoulders and pumped traps, ending with the neck thick as a fuckin redwood.

My head was clear of thoughts.

I acted as a very simpe being, freed of free will. I was captured by those peaks. I put my hands on them and started moving my fingers around. Every square inch was a journey, every vein a river I was bound to cross in my quest. And them, as if my brain was put back in my head by a mad scientist, I couldn't take it no more. I couldn't bare the sensation of those hard steel balls. I had to stop because I felt my head was about to explode and my brain will end up on his face. And he won't get that much protein from my stupid brain, anyway.

I buckled down. As if his bicep-balls started to get hot as melted iron, I pulled back my hands. I dug my head under his pits like it was a safe haven. Known teritory. Intoxicating and familiar. I started sucking on his pithairs like they were savory noodles from the Chinese restaurant around the corner. As I did that, I realized my crotch was wet.

"Dirty lil' senior!"

His laughter made me conscious of what had just happened. I came. His abs covered with dark hair were squirted by my white sticky cum.

"I...I'm sorry."

And I was. I was so sorry I lost myself. I was so sorry I betrayed myself and my boyfriend.

"Clean it!"

I started touching his abs with my hand.

"Tounge, whore!"

I bowed my head and started licking his hairy abs. And then.

Uppercut!

My jaw shook as if it was going to crack in half. He released his dick. His beercan dick. His boulder dick. My new totem-pole.

He stood up, threw me to the floor and showed it in my mouth. He pushed it down my throat. I gagged. He put his heavy hand on my head. It was like a crown dominant men give to unworthy wimps.

Then he hastily took it out with a loud pop. I thought all my organs would be vacuumed out. He started hitting me silly with his semi-hard cock. I thought he was going to kill me.

He laid on top of me. He dug his arms in the ground. Head and pits were over my head. I screamed like never before. He plugged my butthole with that boulder of a dick. He started ramming it in. I screamed and cried and begged. He was going to cut me in half. I was to die. I was so scared.His torso hovered over my head, I felt I was in a dark cave full of bats infused with testosterone, made in a secret laboratory of a zoofiliac muscle worshiper. The cave was echoing with freshman's deep manly voice.

"You were made to serve me!"

"You were born to worship me!"

"Swear you will always be faithful to my godly muscles!"

"Swear on the altar of my body, you puny fuckin runt."

"Pathetic undevelopped bitch, accept me as your Lord and Savior!"

"Swear!"

Even in that morbid agony I noticed one thing. My flat belly was getting more round and it started moving. His dick was so big - his intrusion in my body was visible from the outside! I thought the head of his cock was going to rip through my belly. Like an alien.

He grabbed my hips and started pulling them towards his body. Impaling me. Squeezing my ribcage. Bending my shoulders. Like he wanted to make a little ball out of my body and shove it all in his urethra.

As I screamed my belly inflated. My gut was filled with lava-like warmth. He came inside of me. His heavy breathing heated my face.

"Swear, bitch!"

"I swear."

He lifted up his heavy sweatty torso and unplugged my rosy hole. He hid the boner in his trousers. Grabbed the t-shirt from my bed. The door slammed. Yet again.

I laid there on the floor, in a puddle.


The snow is covering our campus. I want it to fall till nobody can dig us out anymore. I want to hide in a shrine of ice and silence. I want Jonas to forget about me. I want me to forget about me.

I hear him snoring. I feel his white cum still dripping from my hole. Or is it blood?

[ushersdick]

WOW!!

That was hot!

Love the talk of his sweaty pits and big arms above them!!

[biceps_licker]

Thanks man! I guess i'm obsessed with pits and biceps

[iceman75]

I really enjoyed the tone of this story, I think the whole worship thing was done just right. I also liked the description of what the dick looked like from inside his stomach, that he knew it was so big that it could potentially rip through his stomach, that was hot. I liked the muscle description here, it was subtle and understated, but still hot. Keep up the great work.

[cutlerfan]

He wants to be a god now? UH yeah...so much for an equal partnership.

[biceps_licker]

Originally Posted by cutlerfan

He wants to be a god now? UH yeah...so much for an equal partnership.

I'm trying to figure out their relationship. Right now I feel there is a lot of raw sexual energy between them. God only knows where they will end up

[Rarity]

Originally Posted by cutlerfan

UH yeah...so much for an equal partnership.

Thiiiiis. :<

[nnnrg]

Originally Posted by biceps_licker

I'm trying to figure out their relationship. Right now I feel there is a lot of raw sexual energy between them. God only knows where they will end up

In a more realistic world? The senior would end up dead or in intensive care, and the freshman would (sooner or later) end up being shot by the police for resisting arrest, and if he survived, in prison for a long time.

In a porn world? Twue wuv. This kind of story is a male version of the same thing that makes girls (but not women) think that the stalker vampire in Twilight is "romantic" and that abuse is love, or at least sexy.

Which is fine, if you like that kind of thing. I don't, particularly, but I try to avoid reading stories that have things that squick me out. Unfortunately I didn't notice that until I got too far into this one.

So, sorry to harsh your buzz, but, honestly? Where do you WANT it to go, and how can you get it there without breaking credibility further? I know it can be done, I've seen it here before.

[Rarity]

Originally Posted by nnnrg

In a more realistic world? The senior would end up dead or in intensive care, and the freshman would (sooner or later) end up being shot by the police for resisting arrest, and if he survived, in prison for a long time.

So much yes.

In a porn world? Twue wuv. This kind of story is a male version of the same thing that makes girls (but not women) think that the stalker vampire in Twilight is "romantic" and that abuse is love, or at least sexy.

Even more yes.

Which is fine, if you like that kind of thing. I don't, particularly, but I try to avoid reading stories that have things that squick me out. Unfortunately I didn't notice that until I got too far into this one.

I have that problem too. I recently read a story where a 16 year old named Ryan, totally unaware of what happens to him, gets punished for acting like a typical conceited athlete. Basically all "attributes" of a team he is on gets summed up and channeled through him, so he would ultimately be the most muscular or talented guy. Sounds good for him and bad for his team mates, right? Well he is put in a position where the counselor says he should join a team to help overweight kids lose weight since he is the school's M.V.P. He acts like a super conceited dick towards the counselor during the meeting - mind you he's 16 - and it was not mandatory at all. He could have said no, but instead he hung his head in shame and said "Yes ma'am". So even though he was a dick he still said yes when he really didn't have to.

In the end, some random fatties team mates become somewhat "healthy" but ultimately the fact a main character gets over-fucked by karma is just too much. He grows so fat that he cannot move, basically a giant blob within 2 days. Then he dies at the very young age of 28 after barely living in a wheelchair/bed for 12 years. The worst part is he didn't know that could happen and he just thought he was really gifted, so that makes the "karma" or "justice" in that story even more fucked up. Excuse me while I sound the WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ alarm. It totally killed my writer's high for writing part 2 of my lame story. :<

Though that's not my cup of tea and some people loved it and it apparently set the mood but. . . No, just no maaaan. It was too morbid for me to handle because it was so sad when I thought about it. But like I said, some people actually LOVE those kind of stories. :| /totally off topic now

So, sorry to harsh your buzz, but, honestly? Where do you WANT it to go, and how can you get it there without breaking credibility further? I know it can be done, I've seen it here before.

Most responses in bold except for the last one. It really has nothing to do with "breaking credibility" in any way since it's just a story. Albeit a slightly unsavory one for us who are hooked on happy feelgoods. It still has potential to go in any direction it wants. The funny thing about humans in and out of stories is they can change in an instant if something hits them hard enough, whether it be metaphorically or literally.

Since this is a story where things can happen just because the writer wants it to, things can change for the better or for the worst. So Biceps can continue with the story the way he wants regardless because someone out there is going to like it. We might not like it, but he's not writing for people like you or me he's writing for himself and for people who like this stuff. I mean, anything is better than Twilight.

There's several ways he can take the story. It's up to him and what he decides, not what we decide. Though it's quite obvious where I'd like all stories to eventually wind up. If that happens, yay! If not, oh well, someone out there is enjoying the story the way it is and I'm not going to rain on their parade.

. . .

Unless it turns out to be like that character Ryan I mentioned. Yo. Dat shit cray.

[nnnrg]

Exactly, Rarity. I know he's not writing for me or for many, but there are people who actually like that, just as there are people who like Twilight (which indeed has worlds more of brokenness hidden inside it than this story). And I wasn't joking about the parallels between the abusive relationships in Twilight and the abusive relationships in this particular fetish style. But it IS Fiction.

And that's why my last paragraph was "Where do you want it to go? How can you get it there without breaking credibility?"

The hard part for me about this general class of story is that they sometimes forget consequences, somehow the story suddenly happens in a void, without observation or interaction with other people. I know that in the real world, disgusting and horrible things do happen, and that people get away with doing them to other people. And yes, I consider bullying for whatever reason disgusting and horrible. But I also know that for some people, finding it in a story is a release valve for the complex feelings that they have about the different roles in the relationship.

A counter-example, the story on the NCMC "The Size of Max" involves shrinking and kidnapping, abuse and so on, but despite the captor's confident preparations, reality INTRUDES.

I think that this story can go where they want it to go, and I know that Biceps is a good enough writer to take it there. I'm just noting that it was getting a bit over the top and into the "wait, what happened to the rest of reality" zone. That might be intentional, or it might be getting carried away with the flow of the story. (It happens.)

[biceps_licker]

It's great that you guys took time and shared your great insights. I hope you stick with my series, even though it's not your cup of tea completely.

[thebestflex]

keep it going... please!!!

this story is amazing.

[nnnrg]

Since you ask, I will continue reading the series. There are parts that I like, or I wouldn't have gotten pulled into it to begin with, after all

[cohzaku]

I have to say I do like it. I normally read - be it muscle growth, erotica, fantasy, whatever, as a means of escaping from reality. Yes, in real life this would probably border on the horrendous; but as someone who really enjoys being dominated during sex, the fantasy element of this is just perfect.

And honestly, within three chapters I don't expect to see any extreme depth of characterisation just yet. Sure, he's a bit tough, abusive, and definitely taking reckless advantage of his sexual gravitation, but so far there's really been nothing in the character that tells me he really wants to hurt his new 'pet'.

I trust Biceps to gradually flesh them both out. I expect to see a reasoning between BOTH their actions, the muscle god's megalomania and need to dominate, and the worshipper's submittance and even his growing obsessive fascination in a man he ultimately knows is not good to be around (for now).

In the end, that's what art is. It makes you feel emotions. Even if you react negatively, it's better to get a reaction than none at all.

Too much thought? XD