Accountability

 

He looked at me, catching me in my lie. The ever so slight raised eyebrow denoted his suspicion. All I could do is hope at this point that he would be merciful.

“I know you didn’t go the gym today. I waited and looked for you, and you weren’t there, so don’t lie to me.” I stared at him, sweat dripping from my brow, and in a panic dropped to my knees, begging him to forgive me. Pleading with him to let this one time slide. My boss kept me for overtime, it’s not as if I had a choice! What was I supposed to do?

“You know the rules, bro. Can’t let it slide this time. Three strikes… You’re out, I’m in.” 

“Please, Adrian. I have a date with Connor tonight, and I need to be there. I’ve cancelled twice because of our workout sessions. I’m begging you, just let me be.” Clearly irritated, he silently shakes his head, solemnly replying,

“Guess I’m just gonna have to play wingman tonight dude.” I exhaled slowly, preparing myself for what was about to happen, completely resolved at this point. I closed my eyes, as I hear Adrian inhale sharply, and a pair of hands strike into my chest. The feeling of his hands inside my abdomen radiated a sense of numbness throughout my body. The further he pushed in, the less I felt. I felt his arms pulling my chest open wide, as he began to crawl inside my body. I heard the cracking of my bones, and the tearing of my muscles as Adrian inserted himself within me. I feel the mass of his head and shoulders pushing into mine, his skull forcing itself to merge with me, within me. I could only watch now as he pulled the last of his legs and feet into me, the skin enveloping him, as if it never parted. A final *crack* and he was fully in control. 

“I’m sorry, bro. Rules are rules. You signed the roomie agreement, and now you gotta pay up.” He walks my body back into the apartment, into his bedroom. Laying down on his bed, he grabs his well used fleshlight from the bedside table and a nice handful of lube.

“Gotta release some steam for tonight, dude. You have a date.” He takes a handful of lube and lathers my cock, bating it until it’s at full attention. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing in verocity, he pumps your fuckstick into his smelly, dirty fleshlight. He moans in ecstasy, as part two of the process begins. He cums into the hole, and quickly opens the bottom, revealing weeks worth of his cum. He lathers my entire body with his sticky splurge, taking no notice of it quickly seeping into my skin. My muscles begin bulging and convulsing, as they grow in size and shape. Eventually, he stands in his room, in his mirror, flexing my new croquet ball sized biceps and smiling. 

“Aight dude. Looks like it’s time to go see Connor… It’ll be good to get some ass tonight.”