My roommate commands me

To be quite honest, I was dreading the idea of walking into my dorm. Trevor and Justin had a spat last night and I was really worried they actually went at each other's throats and I'd be the one to find one of the bodies when I walked in. Still, I live there and there are other people, so I should hope nothing happened. Breathing in, I opened the door and stepped inside.

"Mike!" Justin greeted, his eyes only just barely looking away from the screen where he was gaming in the common living room... with Trevor. "Back already? Damn, time really flies."

"Yeah," I laughed somewhat awkwardly. "Uh... I thought you guys wouldn't want to see each other after last night?"

"Oh, that," Trevor said, just as fiercely focused on the videogame, "Mason helped smooth things over today. A real bro, that guy. I can barely remember why we fought, actually!"

Neither did I, to be quite honest, but I figured it was a good thing it wasn't so bad, since it was solved that quickly. "But Mason? I thought he didn't like talking to the other guys at the dorm."

"Exactly! That was how we knew he could be fair when talking to us!" Justin answered instead, finally pausing their game so the two of them could look at me. They seemed a bit sweaty, probably from the stress and the "no air conditioner after 5pm" rule, and that's while shirtless. Justin's black hair was even sticking to his forehead a bit. "So now we're gaming a bit, chilling 'n' all."

"I can see that," I said with a bit of deadpan. "Is Mason in our room?"

"Sure is, bro," Justin flashed a thumbs-up as I moved past the couch to the stairs, "tell him we're happy he helped, okay?"

"Will do," I nodded absently as I climbed the stairs. I could hear them grunting as their focus went back to their game behind me.

I opened the door to the bedroom I shared with Mason, dropping my backpack at the usual chair we took turns using to study. "Hey," I greeted.

"Hi, Mike," Mason answered, sitting up on his bed, "anything happen today?"

"Not much, but I heard about your good deed earlier today."

"Ain't I a good Samaritan?" he said with a smile. Then pulled something from beneath his covers and spoke into it. Was it a tape recorder? It looked like one, but something about its design struck me as non-standard... whatever. I think I also missed what his actual words where because he quickly put it down, too.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm happy you got to talk to the other guys, though," I continued, instantly taking my usual naked position in front of his bed, "I was starting to worry a bit, since you didn't do that a lot."

"Well, I'll be doing a lot of talking from now on, don't worry," he continued, taking off his covers so I could look at his perfect body and unnaturally big cock. It's kinda funny to know that the size of that thing is impossible for a human to have, but still see it with my own eyes. My own erection, just as large at 18 inches, sprang up at the sight. "So, what would you wanna do if you weren't mind controlled right now?"

"Definitely rest after the killer day in college."

"No can do, pal," Mason laughed, "but here. Why don't you cum the exhaustion away and then warm my cock?"

"Sounds good to me," I nodded, and immediately pleasure flooded my brain. My mouth hung open, loudly repeating "Mason is making me cum" as the orgasm flared up in me, making me shoot again and again up at the ceiling. With each throbbing of my big cock, I could feel the soreness and fatigue from the day wash away, leaving me with the comfortable sensation after a warm shower and a good night's sleep in just a few minutes. My climax wound down eventually, but the effect was always very good. "Thanks for that," I smiled.

"Well, you still have your side of the deal to do," Mason answered, patting my head, sending a couple shivers of pleasure through me. "Don't worry about doing anything complicated, your body will accommodate."