Flatmates - Ch2:

Mia's room was luxurious. The soft glow of the fairy lights cast shadows on the walls, the scent of her favorite vanilla candle filled the air. She gestured to the bed, king-sized. "You can sleep there," she said, pointing to the space beside her feet. "And don't get any ideas," she added with a smirk.

Jake nodded, his body already protesting the idea of lying naked beside her without touching. He carefully slid in, his cock pointing up towards her face as his bruised plums bounced around. "What if I need to...you know," he began, his voice trailing off.

Mia rolled her eyes playfully. "Just keep your hands to yourself," she said, her voice firm. "And remember, no touching unless I saw so." She leaned down and hugged him, a gesture so sweet and innocent that it left him confused.

As they settled in, Jake felt the weight of the day's events pressing down on him. He watched as Mia's eyes grew heavy, her breathing evened out, and she fell into a deep sleep. His mind raced with thoughts of Lexi, of Mia's touch, of the painful pleasure that had been building within him all night.

But as the minutes turned into hours, the ache grew too much to bear. He was on the edge of a cliff, teetering between sleep and agonizing arousal. And then, without warning, he felt it - the gentle caress of Mia's foot against his cock. He gasped, his eyes flying open. She was asleep, her breathing deep and even, but her foot was moving rhythmically against him, as if of its own accord.

Panic set in. He didn't want to wake her, didn't want to admit what was happening. But the sensation was too intense to ignore. He closed his eyes again, trying to focus on anything else. But with every stroke of her foot, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Mia's foot was like a whisper against his skin, her toes teasing and tickling his shaft. He bit his lip, his body tight with tension. He didn't know if he could last the entire night like this, but he didn't dare move. He could feel the wetness pooling between her toes, his precum mixing with her sweat.

The minutes ticked by, turning into hours. Jake's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, his body a battleground of pleasure and pain. And all the while, Mia slept on, oblivious to the torment she was causing him.


And then, just as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, Mia's foot stilled. He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He didn't know how much more he could take.

Mia's eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at him, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. "Good morning," she murmured, her foot resuming its torturous dance. "How's the experiment going?"

Jake groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. "It's... it's fine," he managed to say, his voice tight with unspoken need.

Mia leaned down, her breath warm against his ear. "Remember the deal," she whispered. "If you cum without permission, I'll tell Lexi everything."

The thought was like a bucket of cold water. Jake nodded, his body rigid with the effort of controlling his orgasm. "I won't," he promised.

With a knowing smile, Mia leaned back, her foot still moving against him. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. And with that, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep, her feet finally shifting away so that Jake could collapse into a deep sleep himself.

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The next morning, Jake awoke with a jolt, the ache in his balls reminding him that he needed immediate release. He looked around the room, the fairy lights now off, the candle burned out, and the TV still on with the muted sounds of an infomercial playing in the background. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart, and then glanced over at Mia. She was lying on her back, one arm flung over her head, her chest rising and falling evenly with her breath.

For a moment, he considered taking care of himself, but he knew that would only lead to trouble. Instead, he carefully slid out of bed, his cock bobbing with every movement. He grabbed his underwear from the floor, forgetting Mia's rule, and started to put them on.

But as he bent over to slide on his socks, he felt a sudden, sharp pain. Mia had woken up and was now standing behind him, her hand wrapped around his balls. She yanked hard, making him yelp. "I thought we had an agreement," she said, her voice still thick with sleep. With one yank, she ripped off his underwear, his cock springing to attention.

Panic flooded through him as he realized what he had done. He had forgotten the rule in his desperation for relief. "I'm sorry," he groaned, trying to stand up straight. But Mia had other plans. She pulled him along by his testicles, leading him into the kitchen.

The cool tiles of the kitchen floor sent a jolt of pain through him as she sat him down at the breakfast bar. "You know the rules," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, I think you need a little reminder."

Mia hopped up onto the counter, her legs draping over his shoulders. "You're going to eat your breakfast with my feet in your face," she declared, placing one foot on the bar in front of him.

Jake looked up at her, his cock still painfully hard. "But what if I can't hold it anymore?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Mia just smirked. "Then I guess you'll learn to control it," she said, placing her other foot next to the first. "Now, let's see how well you can focus."

He watched in horror as she lifted her foot, her toes grazing his face. "I'm serious, Jake," she said, her voice low and firm. "You break the rule, and you tell Lexi everything."

Jake swallowed hard, his eyes on her feet. He didn't know how he was going to get through the day, but he knew he had to try. He took a deep breath and leaned in, his eyes locked on hers as he took a bite of cereal. The taste was bland in his mouth, but the scent of her sweaty feet was doing things to him that he did not want to acknowledge.



They finished breakfast in silence, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. As they got ready for university, Jake couldn't shake the feeling that Mia had won some kind of victory, that she had somehow gained power over him. He felt vulnerable and exposed, and he was loving it.

Once they were dressed, Mia gave him a playful wink. "Let's go Mister. And try to keep that massive cock under control in public"

Jake laughed. Mia always knew how to cheer him up.

At university, Jake found himself unable to focus. His mind kept wandering to the events of the night before, to the feel of Mia's hand on his cock, her foot pressing down on his balls. He knew he needed to find a release, but every time he tried, he was bombarded with memories of her touch, of her voice whispering in his ear.

He tried the bathroom stalls, but the thought of someone walking in was too much. He even considered the library , but the risk was too great. The ache grew with every passing moment, but he could do nothing about it.

Mia, on the other hand, was feeling incredibly alive. Jake and her had always had an incredible friendship but this was on another level. She couldn't help but enjoy the feeling immensely, oblivious to the agony of a man blueballed and ballbusted to the extreme.

After a long day of university, she decided it was time for her to make amends for the previous night's events. She had picked up some massage oils and candles, setting up a makeshift spa in her room. She knew Jake would be back any minute, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

When Jake walked in, he was met with the heavenly scent of lavender and vanilla. "hey bud, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room.

Mia looked up, her eyes round and innocent. "I felt bad about last night," she said, gesturing to the massage table she had set up in the center of her room. "So I thought I'd give you a proper release."

Jake's eyes widened as he took in the candles, the oils, and the soft, plush towels. "Like... for my... down there?" he asked, his voice tentative.

Mia laughed, her smile growing wider. "No silly, I mean for your tension. A full body massage," she corrected,. "But I don't trust you not to try anything funny since you've been edged so badly, so we're going to have to make sure you stay still."

Before he could protest, she had him stripped him naked and laid him face down out on the table, his hands tied securely to the sides. His cock was already throbbing at the mere idea of her touch, and she could see it pulsing through the hole she had created. She applied a generous amount of oil to her hands, her eyes never leaving his face as she began to rub it into his back.

Jake's breath hitched as she worked her way down, her hands gliding over his body, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin. She could feel his body tense beneath her, his desperation palpable. "Remember the rules," she whispered, her hand slipping under the table to give his balls a playful slap.

He grunted, his body jerking. "I remember," he said, his voice tight.

Mia's hands continued to move, her fingers dancing over his thighs, her thumbs pressing into the muscles, working the tension out of his body. Every time she got near his cock, she would give his balls a firm slap, keeping him from getting too close.

As the minutes passed, the slaps grew harder, the tension between them thickening. Jake's face was a picture of agony and ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep from cumming. Mia watched him, her own arousal growing as she felt the power she had over him.

But then, something changed. The slaps grew gentler, turning into caresses. Her thumb slid along the base of his cock, tracing the vein that pulsed with every beat of his heart. She watched as he squirmed, his breathing growing ragged.

Mia leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "You want me to make it feel good, don't you?" she murmured. "You want me to make you cum so badly it hurts."

Jake nodded, unable to form words. He had never felt this way before, this intense need for someone's touch. He didn't understand what was driving him mad, but he knew he couldn't take much more.

Mia's hand began to move faster, her grip tightening around his shaft. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling beneath her. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she stopped.

"Not yet," she whispered, her hand moving away. "That gift belongs to Lexi."

Jake's eyes snapped open, the reality of their situation hitting him like a ton of bricks. He didn't know what had come over them, but he knew he needed to get control of himself before it went too far. "Mia," he began, his voice shaky.

But she silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Shh," she said. "Just lie still."

Jake watched as Mia walked into her room. A few moments later, she came out in a fresh yoga outfit and began her evening routine. Still tied up, he could only watch as she went through her movements. Over time, they talked as she continued to work out, their conversation returning to the level of ease that they were used to.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room, Mia came over and straddled him, her body pressing down on his. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, "Do you think you can control yourself now?"

Jake's eyes met hers, filled with a mix of lust and desperation. "I don't know," he admitted.

Mia leaned back, disappointed.

"Well then, you should know that I left a shot glass under the table and it's full to the brim. You know Jake, you really do produce a lot of precum, it's actually amazing".

"Now we're going to play a game, and if you lose, I'll make you drink your own precum and send a video of you doing it to Lexi, ok? If you win, I will message Lexi to make sure she meets up with you tomorrow."

"NOOO! Mia please, I'm not drinking my own precum, that's crazy!" Jake begged, trying to escape his bonds even though he was tied spreadeagle on the table.

Mia smirked, watching his struggles with amusement. "Come on Jake, don't be such a baby," she laughed, "If you say yes I'll take my top off"

Jake's jaw dropped "um Mia... I don't know... I mean, you don't have to...I.."
As Jake was speaking, Mia had grabbed the shot glass and dipped her finger into it, before applying some to her lips like it was lip gloss.

"mmmmh Jake, you taste good! Lexi is going to be so happy when she swallows" Mia grinned.

"ah fuck, ok fine! Just take it off already" Jake begged, unable to pretend any longer.

Mia whipped off her yoga top, her big perky breasts bouncing as Jake lay there, staring unashamedly. They were just perfect.

"ok Jake, that means you've agreed. So here's the challenge. Hey! Focus!" Mia shouted.

Jake nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear.

Mia went to the cupboard and pulled out a massage gun. "You know how Lexi likes tough guys, right?" she said, her voice filled with mischief. "Well, I'm going to set this baby to the lowest setting and attach it to the underside of the massage table." She demonstrated, placing the gun's round head under the table, just below where Jake's balls would be.

"If you can last five minutes without saying the safe word, you win. And what's the safe word?"

"How would I know?," Jake murmured, sarcastically.

Mia raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"nothing," Jake repeated, more politely this time.

"The word is 'BITCH'," she said, her voice filled with amusment

"Wait, so I have to say that word if I want to give up?" Jake asked

"Yep!"

"but.... what about yesterday? What if you think I'm calling you that? You said I can't use that word!" Jake begged

"Come one big boy, you'll work something out" Mia replied, ignoring his pleas.

With a wink, she turned the gun on and set the timer. The room filled with the low hum of the device, a stark contrast to the silence that had been there moments before. Jake's body went rigid as the vibrations began to hit his testicles. He had never felt anything quite like it before. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, like a thousand tiny needles prickling him at once.

Mia climbed back onto the table, straddling him again. "Now, let's see how long you can last," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

The minutes dragged on, Jake's body taut with the effort of not giving in to the dull ache as it ramped out. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted. The pressure in his balls growing with every second that passed and it was starting to feel like agony.

But he was determined to win. For Lexi. For himself. For the chance to not drink his own precum.

Mia watched him with a mix of amusement and admiration, her own thong soaked as she saw his determination. She knew she had to push him to his limit. "Come on, Jake," she whispered, her voice taunting. "You can't handle a little vibration?"

He growled in response, his hands flexing against the restraints.

Mia leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Lexi's going to love hearing about this," she murmured. "How you couldn't even handle a simple massage gun."

The words were like gasoline on a fire. Jake's body was on the edge, his muscles quivering. He could feel the orgasm building, threatening to spill over. But he clamped down on the urge, his mind racing. He couldn't break yet.

With a sudden burst of strength, he bucked his hips, trying to dislodge the gun. But Mia was ready for him, her body moving with his, keeping the vibrations in place. "Not yet," she murmured "Two more minutes left. And since you decided to misbehave, I'll be increasing the gun settings."

Jake whimpered as the taps turned into hammer blow, he didn't know how much more he could take, but he refused to give in. The timer on the gun ticked down, the seconds feeling like hours. As he looked up, Mia was standing in front on him with the shot glass in one hand and her phone recording with the other, grinning manically.

And then, with a beep, it was over. Mia turned off the gun, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Looks like you won," she said, untying him.

Jake took a deep, shuddering breath, his body collapsing. "Thank God," he murmured, his voice hoarse.

Mia leaned down, her eyes serious. "But just remember, Jake," she said, her voice low. "Lexi's going to expect this kind of performance from you every time."

And with that, she lifted the shot glass filled with his precum and downed it, spilling just enough on her bare breasts that Jake managed to forget about all of the pain in that moment. "Damn Jake, I think I'm starting to get jealous of Lexi."


"but a promise is a promise, I'll message her now to cancel our catch-up so that you can take her out tomorrow instead" Mia smiled before helping Jake get to his bed.

"based on how what you've gone through, I think we both know that you won't be able to wank off today, so have a good night!"

With that, Mia leaned over and kissed the tip of Jake's cock, before walking out, her hips swaying with every step. Jake moaned, shifting as slowly as possible to avoid his balls being jostled. His mind raced at all of the incredible moments today, leaving him satisfied beyond belief even though he hadn't managed to cum.