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Dominated By Mean, Nasty Roommates

Tyler’s bitchy, high-maintenance roommates take over his life and make him their personal butt sniffing slave.

“Tyler! Get in here!” Jenna bellowed sharply from the other room.

“You’re in deep trouble you piece of shit!” screamed Tyler’s other roommate, Gabby.

Tyler, simply lying on his bed playing video games on his Switch, sighed heavily, and felt his gut sink as though he’d swallowed a chunk of lead. He was twenty-three, and fairly fresh out of home. He’d found Jenna and Gabby on a flat-mate finding website. The rent was lowish, the location was half-decent, and the apartment was comfortable. He was more-or-less average in height, with dirty brown hair cut short, but wavy. His skin was the color of light cedar wood, and his eyes, green like leaves. A smattering of freckles across his sharp nose, and a lightly defined jaw.

He ignored their irritating shrieks for as long as he could, but eventually the shadows of his incessant roommates darkened his door.

“What do you want?” he groaned, pausing his game and resting his device on his lap.

Jenna popped a bubble of pink gum, and sucked it back in to chew it loudly. The sound frustrated him greatly. Jenna was the definition of high maintenance. Gorgeous, though she was, it did little to cover her rotten personality. Perfect black-dyed hair tied back in a neat bun with not a strand out of place. Manicured eyebrows, fake tan, at least once a fortnight, coral-pink lips, mascara and heavy eyeliner. She could’ve been a model for some up-their-own-ass beauty magazine, but instead, she was a pain in his. Most days, including today, she wore designer leggings, which admittedly, looked incredible on her shapely, round ass, and an expensive branded cropped-blazer over a top that was essentially a fancy bra. She spent most of her money on cosmetics and outfits, and hardly worked a day in her life. It was no wonder that, at 24, she was still single, generally disliked, and living in a share house with two others.

Beside Jenna, with her arms crossed, and a smug look on her face was Gabby. She was the sort that took no responsibility for anything she did or didn’t do. It was always someone else’s fault, especially when it wasn’t. Sadly for Tyler, most of the time that meant him. She was a self-confident, verging on arrogant, wannabe TikTok star, complete with the quirky, self-interested attitude that lacked any semblance of self awareness. It was not uncommon for her to block entire walkways, shopping isles or escalators whilst she filmed for her middling audience of equally annoying wannabes. Her makeup usually consisted of blush on the nose, accentuated eyes and fake freckles on her otherwise light-olive skin. Her hair was cut a little longer than neck length, and styled with outward flicks and two-tone coloring — with blonde on the left, brown on the right. She typically wore some kind of fast fashion, and Tyler had never seen her in the same outfit twice. Today, she was wearing bell bottom tights, and a red tank-top tucked into them, along with the usual accompaniment of piercings, rings, bracelets, and accessories. Both of them were irritatingly attractive, and relentlessly annoying. If it wasn’t for the 12-month lease and the cheap rent, Tyler would’ve left already — and he’d only been living here for seven weeks.

“How come the dishes weren’t done this morning, huh?!” Jenna snapped her fingers.

“And the kitchen counter is still messy!” Gabby added.

“What have you been doing all day? Playing your stupid video games?”

“Hang on,” Tyler interjected. “The kitchen counter is your problem Gabs, you made a godawful mess last night doing that TikTok challenge!”

“Yeah but you used it after me, so it’s your mess now.”

“That’s not how this works.” He rolled his eyes. “When are you going to take responsibility for your own shit?”

“Uhh, I do?” she replied snarkily.

“What about the dishes then, Tyler? Why didn’t you do those?” growled Jenna.

“It’s Thursday?”

“Yeah? And?”

“We agreed that Thursdays, and Tuesdays were your days, Mondays and Fridays were Gabby’s, Wednesdays and Saturdays were mine, and Sundays we did it together?”

“That’s not what I remember,” Jenna popped her gum again. The sound of her chewing made Tyler’s skin crawl. “I remember you being on Thursdays.”

“Yep, me too.” chimed Gabby, clearly bias.

“I have it literally written down.” Tyler reached for his phone to show them, only for Gabby to reach forward and snatch it out of his hand. “Oi! Give it back!”

“Nuh-uh!” Gabby teased childishly. Tyler lunged for it, but she weaved it away from his grip, before tucking it into her bra.

“What the fuck? Gabby get my phone out of your tits.” he reached for it, but stopped dead of having to reach into her cleavage.

“Touch my tits, and I call the cops.” she bit back.

“Can you just give it back?” he sighed.

“Do the dishes, and clean the kitchen, and then you can have it back.”

“Respectfully, Jenna, get fucked,” he snapped. “You know full well what we agreed on. It was fair to all of us, I don’t know why you’re reneging on it now?”

“Cause, loser, Gabby and I are fucking leagues above you,” Jenna replied without even a hint of sarcasm, joviality, or doubt. “You should be thanking us for even letting you live in our presence. You should be paying us!”

“I fucking am! I’ve literally got a 12-month sublet lease to you!” he shook his head in disbelief.

“Well maybe you should be paying more!”

“You can’t change the lease, so too bad. Give me my phone, and go clean your damn mess up!” he snarled.

“Gabby literally has hundreds of men paying for her attention online, devoting hours to her content. I’ve got a huge following on Instagram, and people begging for my company. I’ve had people offer me money for my panties, bathwater, and even my piss! We’re clearly high-value. You? Not so much. Do you really think girls like us should be doing the dirty work and getting our perfect nails and perfect skin all filthy?”

“Do you think I give a shit?” Tyler laughed at their reasoning. “We all pay the same amount of rent, we all agreed on chores, and rosters, and rotations to make things equal.”

“Yeah, but we aren’t equal are we?” Jenna’s gum popped once more. “So why don’t you be a good little bitch, and do what we say, and you might get your phone back.”

“Yeah, right.” he laughed, and launched quickly at his phone — at Gabby. It was a rapid sequence of events. Gabby ducked out of his reach, and in a swift, almost rehearsed movement, drove her knee into his crotch. Her bellbottom pants flapped gracefully as she steadied herself, and watched with glee as Tyler fell onto his back in a whimpering heap.

“Hold him.” she instructed, and Jenna clambered over him, straddled his chest in reverse, and pinned his hands to the floor with her knees.

“Get off me!” he feebly groaned as a sickening feeling whirled in his belly. Jenna’s designer-nylon clad ass loomed perhaps six inches from his face. He could smell her expensive perfume, and beneath it, the strong hint of a large, round, sweaty ass. It obstructed his view, but he felt Gabby press his finger against the scanner on his phone, then again, and a third time. He wiggled his fingers fruitlessly, trying desperately to avoid what undoubtedly came next.

“And… there we go! Password changed, biometrics changed to me. We have all your stuff now Tyler.” she remarked happily.

“Get off!” he grunted, trying to weasel his hands out from under Jenna’s knees. “Give me back my phone!”

“Ohh look! Tinder, Instagram, Google Chrome — with search history intact! Your bank account — maybe we can get him to pay us extra after all! And… oh my god. OnlyFans!?”

“No way!” gasped Jenna, “That is so funny!”

“Who on Earth are you subscribed to!?”

“Nobody! Give it back!” he pleaded, more than screamed. His legs kicked fruitlessly, unable to buck the manicured diva off of his chest.

“He’s getting on my nerves,” Jenna shrugged, “Should I shut him up?”

“No!” Tyler screamed.

“Yeah, do it.” Gabby laughed.

“No- no no no no!” Tyler watched in horror as Jenna began to slide backwards. Her huge, round ass, wrapped snugly in olive-green, dimpled nylon inched closer and closer and closer to his face. His chin pressed into the recess of her pants, and his final scream was muffled under her butt. Then his nose, and finally his eyes were enveloped in darkness. The nylon gave mild resistance to breath — he could pull air through his nose, but only with a struggle, and the air in which he inhaled nasally, was first run through her sweaty ass crack, and dragged through the fabric. He screamed a muted scream as Jenna wiggled herself into comfort, and tightened her thighs to lock him face-up.

“That’s better,” she purred. “Seems like his worthless face has a purpose after all! My personal butt-cushion!”

“I think he should pay for that pleasure.” Gabby snickered. “There we go, I transferred $200 to your account from his.”

“Fmphm ymh, ymp biffm!” he howled, but his angered breath only served to warm the small gap of air between his face and her ass.

“And a few extra hundred to pay for those clothes I ordered this morning, and for additional rent. Two-fifty to me to fund that new dildo I bought. Maybe a few hundred more for good measure? Oops! I drained his account! Good thing he has two more! What a good little pay pig!”

“I can literally feel his nose against my asshole.” Jenna mewled in her pompous valley-girl accent, gently rocking back and forth on his face, and forcing his nose to nuzzle deeper and deeper into her crack.

“Where it belongs, of course.” They howled with laughter, and his face turned red, not only with rage, but pressure.

“But what about his OnlyFans? I’m dying to know who this pathetic worm jerks off too.”

Jenna bounced her ass a handful of times on his face, then cupped her cheeks with her hands, pulled them wide apart, and let them clap back together. Even Tyler was finding it hard to tell where she ended, and he began.

“Oh it’s dirty, filthy stuff. Like, ‘Tyler gets cancelled’ if this gets out kinda stuff!”

“No way, You have to let me see!” Tyler was granted a moment’s reprieve as Jenna reefed forward to grab his phone, but then his nose folded backward under her ass, opening his nostrils to the slowly-growing stench of her sweaty behind.

“Oh. My. God.” she gasped. “Tyler, this is fucked! You’re nasty! Ew!”

“Stmph imph!” he complained weakly.

“You’re exactly the kind of depraved loser who’d beg to buy my gym panties, aren’t you?”

“Nph wmph!”

He felt another crushing weight on his chest, and realized that not only was Jenna using his face to rest her nasty ass upon, but now Gabby was using his chest as a seat too! The combined weight of the two girls was driving him painfully into the floor. Breathing was hard enough with Jenna’s noxious backside on his face, but now with Gabby crushing his ribs, it was even harder. Jenna pulled her tights snugly upward, emphasizing both the shape of her ass, and the depth of her crack — a depth that Tyler’s face now tightly fit into.

“I’m glad I did that workout earlier,” Jenna laughed, “all those squats got this big ol’ butt really stinky and gross!”

“Sniff it up down there loser!” Gabby laughed. “Judging by the fucked up shit you wank to, this is probably a walk in the park for you!”

“Mmphmm!”

“No- I mean it.” Gabby snarled. “I want to hear you sniffing Jenna’s sweaty ass, or I’m going to share your subscriptions list, on all of your social medias!”

“Aaah!” Jenna squealed delightfully as she chewed her gum. “That’s so devious!” she play-slapped Gabby’s arm.

“It’s about time we got some dirt on this pathetic man. I was getting so over cleaning the house and routines and blah blah blah!”

“Now we can make him do it!”

“Mmphmm!” he lamented in anger.

“Yeah girl!” cheered Gabby. “Our own personal bitch.”

“We’re gonna own you!” Jenna sang teasingly. “We’re gonna own you!” She punctuated her nauseating tune by bouncing rhythmically on his face, smashing his already crushed nose.

“I don’t hear him sniffing.” Gabby remarked, and her hand slid nefariously down his thigh, and clasped his balls tightly. “Jenna, lift up just a little, so he can breathe.” She complied and Tyler gratefully gulped down the rush of fresh, though tainted, air.

“Tyler, if you do not start sniffing and kissing Jenna’s ass in the next… five seconds. I am going to crush your balls like overripe grapes.”

“No please!”

“One.”

“Let me go!”

“Two.”

“I’ll do the dishes!”

“Three.”

“Please!” he begged his voice desperate. Jenna’s ass hung above him, the curve of her cheek casting a peach shadow on his face. A thin silver of light passed through the top of her thick thighs. The air was ripe with the scent of feminine ass sweat.

“Four- ah! There we go.” Gabby laughed.

Tyler had surrendered. Terrified of the consequences, he plunged his nose deep into the damp crevice of Jenna’s nylon-covered ass and inhaled nasally. The pungent aroma of post-workout swamp ass filled his lungs as much as humiliation filled his head.

“Again!” Gabby demanded. “Don’t stop sniffing her ass till I say so!”

“Oh. My. God. I can literally feel it! It’s like a refreshing cold breeze right on my super sweaty asshole!”

“Throw in a few kisses too butt breath!” Tyler was shivering with adrenaline. He knew that if he did not comply, not only would his manhood be eviscerated by Gabby’s iron grip, but his entire life would be ruined. His interests were not exactly conventional, not illegal or anything, just really, really niche. Nobody would ever look at him again if they knew. He filled his nose, his throat, his lungs with her swampy stench, and for good measure, planted a handful of humiliating kisses, complete with audible ‘mwahs’ on both cheeks. Sadly for him, his preferences did not align with the torture he was enduring.

“This must be so humiliating for you.” Jenna giggled. “How’s it feel to be my personal loser butt cushion? Like, so pitiable that you’re literally huffing my actual asshole! My asshole! That’s where I shit from! And you’re sniffing it up like a fucking loser!”

“Fuck you.” he replied bluntly, yet still, he pressed his nose against the taut fabric of her pants, and drew a hefty breath. Tyler spluttered from the putrid aroma.

“Well that’s no way to speak to your new owner!” Jenna growled, “I think you deserve to be punished.”

“Or you could just stop being such a-”

“Watch what you say Tyler.” warned Gabby, coldly. “A few taps on your phone, and it’s so over for you.” He fell silent, accordingly.

“Yeah. That’s right,” Gabby confirmed, now standing. “You’re starting to see the order of things, aren’t you? Jenna and I are Queens, and you are our pathetic ass sniffing, foot kissing, boot licking, loser bitch who does what we want, whenever we want.”

“I so love the sound of that.” Jenna purred. “And If I think you deserve to be punished, then you will be punished!” Her gum popped again.

“I want honesty, bitch,” Jenna continued. “No sucking up, no tricks, no nothing. Does my swampy ass smell good?” Tyler stared up at the backside in question. Big bold letters on the waistband spelling out a brand name that was probably so expensive that he’d never heard of it. The olive green fabric was stretched tight, and scrunched down the crack so deep, he could almost see the wrinkles of her asshole. She wiggled it, and it shook like jello. He didn’t know if this was a trick question, but he knew no matter what he said, he was in trouble.

“No.” he replied. “It stinks like sweaty, gross ass.”

“How bad?”

“Really bad. It makes me feel sick. You fucking stink Jenna, you’re a dirty, sweaty bitch and I hate you!”

“Perfect!” she slammed her ass onto his face once more. His entire face, save for his eyes, was smothered by her backside. He could see her perfect, black hair cascading down her back. “I want my personal servant to hate me. It’s so much more… satisfying.”

Gabby bit her lip mischievously, “I think if he hates the smell of your ass so much…”

“I know what you’re thinking, and I like it.”

To Tyler’s absolute horror, Jenna’s thumbs tucked into her waistband, and slowly, slowly, began to, quite literally, peel the material from her sweaty, sticky body. He screamed and moaned and even begged her to stop, but of course, she didn’t. His eyes spotted Gabby wielding the camera on his phone, recording the entire ordeal.

“Do you know how many sweat rags I’ve had to throw in the garbage because I can’t get the stink of my ass sweat out of them?” Jenna menacingly grinned. “Absolutely ruined! You could smell them across the room! But now…” The waistband neared his eyes, the tip-top of her crack was in sight, and a droplet of salty, stinky sweat trickled into it and disappeared into the revolting cleft.

“… your face, your nose, even your tongue will be my new sweat rags.” The waistband slipped past his eyes, and over his nose. The damp warmth of her bare cheek pressed against his skin. She wiggled until he slid in even deeper, and his eyes barely caught any light. A thin purple thong, barely more than the elastic, now separated his poor, tortured nose, from her tight, sweaty, puckered asshole. Tyler stared in abject horror as he was face to face with his roommate’s anus — her foul, putrid anus. He screamed as her pants slid down her thighs and his face slipped completely into the damp crevice. Her full body weight rested on him. He was in sweaty, nauseating hell.

“Oh! That’s so much more refreshing! Tyler, you know what I want you to do!” she giggled lightly, as if she was not subjecting him to her rancid swamp ass.

“This is so hilarious!” Gabby was cackling as Tyler’s pleading eyes stared pathetically at him from below her friend’s sweaty ass. “Your butt is so big it literally swallows him! I can barely see the loser’s face!”

“He’d better get used to it!” Jenna sighed a relaxed sigh. “I don’t think I can go back to normal chairs and couches anymore. This bitch just got himself a new full time job. Now get sniffing loser.”

“Mm-mm!” he refused.

Suddenly, his world got a little more claustrophobic. Gabby had taken a seat behind his head, and slid inward, so his head was nestled between her thighs. With a few minor maneuvers, his head sat in her lap, her hands gripped his hair, and his nose dug into the fabric and pressed against an actual human asshole.

“Sniff!” Gabby demanded, yanking his hair forward until he compiled. “Sniff Jenna’s disgusting, sweaty asshole you fucking loser! Show your owners some respect!” Jenna pulled her cheeks wide, and they practically swallowed his whole head. They listened intently, and finally, after Tyler’s air had begun to run out, they heard a faint, pathetic sniffing sound. His chest rose and fell, filling itself with the nauseating aroma of Jenna’s butt sweat.

“He’s actually doing it!” Jenna laughed. “I cannot believe how pathetic this worm really is!”

“He knows whose boss. He knows his place. Don’t you, loser?” No response aside from another sniff, a muffled cough, and a weak moan.

“Don’t you!?” she shoved his face forcefully into Jenna’s ass.

“Mm-hmm!” came his reply.

“What was that?” Jenna asked mockingly, lifting her asshole from his face.

“Yes…” he feebly declared.

“Yes what?”

“I know my place.” Tyler’s face was slick and shiny with grotesque ass sweat. His nose was red and sore, his ego shattered and his resistance broken, and so easily too.

“Go on then, tell us,” Jenna implored. “Explain your place in this world.”

“I-” he hesitated, “I’m yours…”

“Not good enough! Jenna, your thong, if you will!” Jenna laughed as she plucked the thin purple elastic from her butt, and granted Tyler an unobstructed view of her pink, creased, wrinkly asshole.

“I think that stinky lil’ booty hole is begging for a kiss, don’t you Jenna?”

“Wait!” he begged. “I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch!”

“Go on…” Gabby loomed over her lap and stared fiercely into his eyes.

“You own me,” he whimpered so pathetically. “I’ll do anything what you want! Everything!”

“Like?”

“I’ll… I’ll do the chores and… and kiss your feet and… whatever you want! Just don’t make me kiss her asshole! It’s so disgusting down there!” his voice was frail and feeble and utterly pitiful to hear.

“So… you’re our slave then? Our personal bitch?”

“Yes! I’m your slave! Your personal bitch! You own me! Both of you! Please, don’t share my subscriptions, and-”

“You’ll be our personal butt cushion?” Asked Jenna.

“Yes!” he pleaded.

“You’ll sniff our butts when they’re gross and sweaty?” said Gabby.

“Y-yes…”

“You’ll polish our boots with your tongue?”

“Okay…”

“And do all the chores around the house? Buy us things to show your respect? And pay extra rent for being in our presence?”

“Fine- just-”

“You will worship us like Goddesses, and treat us like Queens, and dedicate your entire life to serving us?”

“Well-”

“And you’ll endure pain, anguish, and torment just for the chance to amuse us? You will not only act as though we are superior to you, but you will believe it in your heart and your mind.” He gave a begrudged sigh, and nodded as Jenna’s anus tensed threateningly. He did not, under any circumstances, want his lips to touch it.

“Good.” Gabby spat.

“Repeat after me,” Jenna began. “I am a loser bitch whose only purpose in life is to be Jenna and Gabby’s pathetic slave.”

“Do I really have to? Haven’t I done enough? Said enough?”

“Nope. I guess you’re puckering up then!” Gabby laughed as she pushed him a little closer to her winking butthole.

“I am a loser bitch whose only purpose in life is to be Jenna and Gabby’s pathetic slave!” he rushed.

Gabby picked up where Jenna left off. “They own me. They are superior to me in every way. They are so perfect and beautiful, and I am worth less than the dirt on their flawless feet.”

Tyler sighed, defeated and dejected. He either debases himself entirely, or he kisses Jenna’s revolting asshole… and then debases himself entirely.

“They own me. They are superior to me in every way. They are so perfect and beautiful, and I am worth less than the dirt on their flawless feet.”

“And from this day on, I swear to be their pathetic slave and do everything that they want. No exceptions.”

“And from this day on, I swear to be their pathetic slave and do everything that they want…”

“I think you forgot a bit there, loser.” Gabby pulled at his hair. “A very important bit. This is a verbal contract after all, and it is binding, and recorded. So…”

Tyler groaned, and shut his eyes. “I swear to be their pathetic slave and do everything that they want.… No exceptions.”

“Now; seal the deal with a kiss!” Gabby roared with laughter. Jenna spread her cheeks wide. Sweat droplets dribbled down her immense cheeks. The stench hit him like he’d been punched in the nose. It made his eyes sting and his nostrils burn and his throat close up. Jenna seemed to tense, and her asshole puckered outward. He refused to do what they wanted, and rucked his lips behind his teeth. Instead, he found himself being mashed against her asshole as if he and her butt were dolls being made to kiss. Gabby even made fake ‘mwah mwah mwah’ noises.

“We aren’t letting you out till you kiss it loser!”

“Kiss it!” chanted Jenna. “Kiss it! Kiss it!” Gabby soon joined in the cheering. The slippery, ripe sweat of her asshole smeared over his face, on the tip of his nose, he could smell it on him like perfume. He longed for a shower, or to simply pour bleach over himself to burn the stench off. After what felt like an eternity, he pursed his lips, and they met the soft, squishy skin of her anus. A tangy, bitter taste spread to his lips, he groaned as her asshole puckered and seemed to kiss him back. He tried to withdraw, but they would not let him. His submission was complete, and he felt he could go no lower. His roommates had him by the balls, and he had no choice but to submit to their revolting whims.

Jenna gasped. Tyler’s wet lips pressed against the folds of her butthole, and tentatively kissed it, before attempting to withdraw. Gabby caught his little trick, and pushed him in deeper until his lips flattened out against her hole. As long as she held him there, Jenna and Tyler were effectively one, continuous tube, from her mouth, to his ass. The humiliation surged through him, and out of everything that had ever happened in his life, this was by far and large, the worst.

“He’s doing it!” she squealed in excitement. “He’s actually kissing my asshole! I can feel his lips!” Gabby lauded and laughed, and continued pushing him firmly against her ass.

“God this feels so right.” Jenna mewed.

“I bet it does!”

“Give it some tongue, loser! Kiss it like the girlfriend you’ll never have!”

“As far as his pathetic life goes, our assholes might as well be his girlfriends! He’ll be kissing them frequently enough!” Tyler winced tremendously as the notion settled in. This was his life now, and though he knew he would fight and resist, he knew that every attempt in doing so was risking utter destruction.

“Tongue. Now.” Jenna spat.

“Posting your OnlyFan’s subscriptions in three…”

“I want to feel your tongue swirl around my stinky booty hole right now!”

“Two…” He had no choice left. A surge of adrenaline hit him, like the moment just before skydiving, and his tongue sheepishly darted from his lips. Skin to skin, Tyler tasted his roommates sweaty asshole, direct from the source. He recoiled at first, but Gabby’s forceful response enticed him to lick further. The skin was frightfully smooth, soft, and damp. The sweat was bitter and caustic, and sat way too long on his tongue. He felt sick as he was forced to swallow it. Her anus withdrew a moment at the touch, but then settled and quivered only slightly. He circled it, trying his best to avoid the opening as much as he could, but they demanded otherwise.

In disgust, he pushed his tongue against her backdoor, and tasted yet more sweat, more grime, more swamp. The muscle of her anus closed around his tongue, coating it with a bitter, foul palette that made him whimper. He shut his eyes, and pretended, with little effect, that he was simply kissing the girl of his dreams — not his depraved, bitchy roommate’s sweaty asshole.

Finally, he was allowed to withdraw. Jenna lifted herself from his face, but pointed to her left butt cheek.

“Put one right there loser, show me the respect I deserve.” He didn’t even fight. He just reached up, and pecked her butt, before dropping his head back into Gabby’s lap. He hated that her soft, warm thighs felt so comfortable. Jenna stood, relieving his aching hands off her knees, and turned to face him as Gabby cradled his head.

Jenna spoke firmly as she pulled up her pants. “Now you’d better remember where you belong, loser. And you better get used to my ass. You’ll be washing it with your tongue before the shower does from now on. You’re a worthless human sweat rag to me. A fucking chair. A foot rest. Whatever I want.”

“And… whatever I want.” Gabby added with a coy grin. “You’ve shown Jenna where you belong, but what about me?” Her voice was almost delicate, soothing, innocent. He knew she was anything but.

“Please…” he gasped, barely able to muster a word. “No…”

“Oh, yes.” she purred. “And you can either pucker up and kiss my butt, or Jenna and I will make you.

“Ugh…” he complained. “Fine. Just get it over with.”

“Good boy.”

“Fuck off.” he spat. Gabby stood abruptly, dropping his head on the carpeted floor. She wasted no time in pulling her tights down. Her butt was smaller than Jenna’s but perkier, tighter, more bubbly. It was a cute ass, where Jenna’s was a curvy one. Both great in their own right, but not under the current circumstances, and not on these two particular women. Begrudgingly, Tyler lifted himself to his knees under the firm scrutiny of Jenna. She towered over him, and suddenly bore a reverence that she did not carry before. Tyler was scared of her. Gabby too. Exactly how they wanted him.

Gabby slipped her black cotton panties halfway down her thighs, and bent over slightly, emboldening the roundness of her butt. Gabby began to speak. Her voice carried a sultry, almost seductive whisper.

“I want you to slip your nose in, gently, as if you’re in love. I want you to draw a long breath, and sniff in the scent of my perfect ass as if you crave it. Then, I want you to pull my cheeks apart with your hands, push your face in slowly until your nose is against my cute little asshole. I want you to sniff again, and thank me for it. Then, I want to hear you ask for permission to kiss my asshole; and when I say yes, I want you to make out with it. I want you to show my pretty little butthole what it means to be loved and adored. Got it?”

Even Jenna was slack jawed and impressed by her deviousness. Tyler inhaled, dreading the task laid out for him.

“If you do not impress me, Tyler, if I even suspect for a second that you are not truly and completely in love with my asshole — I’ll fucking duct tape you in there for a whole week. No excuses. No exceptions.”

Tyler let the threat dwell in his mind for a moment, and then shut his eyes. He leaned forward, gently and slowly, as if going for his first kiss. He felt the warmth of her cleft on either side of his nose. Damp, sweaty, but not as much as Jenna’s. It had a more humid, moist smell to it; musky and earthen like dewy soil. He began to inhale, a long gentle breath, filling his lungs with her unique scent. It was sickening, and it took every ounce of willpower not to cough, splutter or gag. His lungs reached full capacity, and he held his breath, as if savoring it. He could taste the stink on his tongue. He could feel both Jenna and Gabby’s eyes fixating on him. Then he exhaled. His shoulders sunk, his body relaxed.

His hands moved with intent, and gripped her warm, tight cheeks, and parted them kindly. Her asshole awaited him, puckered and almost beige in color. The wrinkles and folds of skin drew his gaze to the very center where it gently throbbed patiently. He moved inward until her cheeks were pressing against his, and the tip of his nose touched her asshole. He inhaled again, straight from the source. The bitter sour scent was far more toxic up close, and took even greater strength to not react poorly. He did not want to spend a week in proximity to her butthole. Tangy, earthen notes assaulted his nostrils, and coated his tongue. He may as well have tongued her asshole.

“Thank you, Gabby,” he purred, though wincing tremendously in humiliation.

“For what, loser?”

“Letting me sniff your butt.” every word spoken was like a knife in the belly. He wished someone was stabbing him, to end his misery.

“May I, please, kiss your butthole?”

“You may… good boy… very good boy.”

“I bet he is hating this.” Jenna snickered.

“Oh yeah,” Gabby smirked wickedly. “I can tell this is killing him.”

“Good, I don’t want him to actually worship or love us. I want him to suffer under us. I want him to hate every second of his subservience.”

“I knew you were a cruel bitch, Jenna, but wow.” Gabby bit her lip. “I like this side of you.”

Tyler ignored their conversation, or at least, tried to. In the dim light of Gabby’s ass, he gripped her hips with his fingers, pressed his lips forward, and gently — lovingly — kissed his roommates sweaty asshole. Slowly, he spread his lips across its surface, once, twice, with long, wet kisses. Then came his tongue. Inside him was a burning rage. An infinite hatred for them, and what he was being forced to do, what he was being forced to pretend to love. His tongue unfurled from his lips, and traced the circumference of Gabby’s butthole. She giggled and moaned.

“Oh this does feel good,” she whispered. “We’ll have to make this a regular thing.”

“Definitely,” added Jenna. “Isn’t it so validating to have a man kiss your asshole? To put himself so far below you, and you so far above? It feels so right.” Every second he spent making out with her puckered rectum felt like pure anguish. His face was flush red, his heart was pounding to escape his chest, his throat was tight and every muscle in his body tensed. Softly, he pushed his tongue against her hole until it gave, and his appendage entered her, tasted her. It made him feel sick. Her unwashed, sweaty asshole, sitting in heat trapped in nylon all day. The rank scent and taste of swamp ass devastated his tongue and nose. Gabby purred, in pleasure specifically, and even gasped as Tyler finally withdrew.

Tyler stared at the ground, at the back of Gabby’s feet, and couldn’t bring himself to say a word. He was utterly empty. Gabby leaned back, and with a hand on his head, pushed his face against her cheek — as if holding him in comfort against her chest, but not. He almost wept into the warmth of her butt.

“Good, little worthless bitch,” she purred, looking over her shoulder. “You impressed your new owners today. I’ll spare you the duct tape… for now.” Jenna approached, and held his chin with her fingers.

“Open your mouth.” she instructed, chewing her gum loudly. His eyes could not meet hers. He felt forced to look downward. Gabby noticed, and smirked. Tyler opened his mouth, and Jenna spat her bubblegum into his mouth, and forced him to swallow.

“Look at that, he can be our trash bin and our spittoon too!”

The pair of them stepped away, leaving him in his anguished state.

“Now; clean the fucking dishes, and the kitchen — no, actually, clean the whole fucking house.” Jenna clicked her fingers.

“And when you’re done, crawl, not walk, crawl to us, so we can assign you your next task.” Gabby demanded.

“Gabby and I are going to discuss the rules you must follow for the rest of your life. So don’t piss us off, or we’ll make them even worse!” Tyler nodded weakly, and could do little else but accept her decree. Gabby held his phone, now tied to her biometrics, in her hand, and tucked it once again into her bra.

“Get to work bitch!” Jenna snapped. “Now!”

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