Get his roommate in on the action.

Will lets you into the dorm, where you see his roommate lying in bed.

"What's his name?" you ask.

"Mike."

"Hey, Mike!"

Mike rolls over and looks at you. He's blond and has a lightly muscular build, in contrast to Will's slender build. Mike is wearing a white tank top and boxers.

You close the door behind you. "We're gonna have sex in here, is that alright?"

"Will?" says Mike. "Why are you dressed like that? Is that a wig? What is this?"

"It's just what I said," you say. "Will here has decided to become my boyfriend, and we're gonna have sex right here, with you in the room."

"Sorry, who are you?"

"You're really not paying attention, are you? In that case, let's get to the questions: would you rather stay in your own bed, or lie down in Will's bed?"

"My bed, I guess."

"Good, and would you rather start making out with Will, or start masturbating?"

"What? Why the fuck would I do either? But I know I'm not gonna jerk off in front of you fags."

Like a bride approaching her husband's bed, Will walks over to Mike and sits down next to him. The two of them start to kiss.

"Mff-mff," Mike says, which you assume is him wondering why he's going along with this.

The two men continue to kiss, filling up each other's faces. "Go on, Will," you say. "Put your arms around him. Kiss him like he's the love of your life."

Mike, meanwhile is stiff and dispassionate. You need to do something about that. "Mike, would you rather be extremely attracted to Will and myself, or just pretend that you were?"

"Pretend," he says, between mouthfuls of Will's tongue.

At that moment he eases up, leaning into Will's body and caressing his back. You look down at the two men's groins. You can see from Mike's boxers that as much as he pretends to be in love with Will, he's still very much straight. Will, on the other hand, is already sporting a full-on erection that bulges the front of his shorts.

"Now stop kissing, both of you," you say. They pull away from each other, disappointed. Both men turn to you and pout.

"Mike, you're extremely attracted to Will, aren't you?"

Your question forces him to nod, even as he wants to say no.

"I'll give you a chance to prove it, then. Will, turn around, kneel on the bed, and pull your shorts down. Your underwear too," you add as Will hesitates.

Will does as you tell him, exposing the pale rump hidden below his tan lines. His ass is now positioned directly in Mike's face. "Resume kissing," you say to Mike.

For a moment, Mike can't pretend. He looks uncertainly at the backside in front of him. But he has to keep up his act, so he does what you tell him to. He starts kissing Will's butt with small pecks on the cheek, first the right, then the left. He wraps his fingers around Will's thighs.

This is amazing to watch, but noticing Will's laundry, you think of something to make it better. You grab a pair of sweat-soaked briefs and toss it at Mike's head. "Use this to masturbate," you say.

Without taking his face out of Will's buttcheeks, Mike grabs the underwear and stuffs it down his boxers. His dick is still obviously limp, and it's not getting any harder, but he's now tugging like he's more turned-on than ever.

You walk around to the back and watch as Mike continues to smooch at Will's cheeks. "Hmmm, I'm not convinced," you say. "Are you really as into him as you say you are?"

Mike reacts to your words by digging his face deeper into Will's butt. With one arm, he holds a handful of soft flesh, and with the other, he rubs his cock into Will's briefs. It's a great show, and anyone who saw it would believe that Mike was really gay. Still, you have greater plans for this pair.