All I Ever Wanted

“Uuuuuughhhh!” My head is throbbing right now. What the fuck! Awee! Something is being stuffed up my ass, it hurts so bad! I feel like I’m being split in two! What the fuck is going on? I try to move, but my hands are restrained. I open my eyes to see my wrists are tied to the feet of a bed as my head hangs off. There is some weird contraption in my mouth, that keeps it open. I look around to see a desk with a dual monitor computer in the corner and a mini-fridge next to it. Uhhhhh! Fuck! My ass! A long pole-like object slams deep inside me. “Auuugghghhll”

Smack! A hand lands on my ass, leaving a sting. What the fuck is going on? A hand grabs my shoulder as that object plunges deep down my ass. It’s huge! It’s too big! The pain is crippling. I feel the body weight of someone lean on top of me. Their breath against the back of my neck. “Take my cock, slut! From now on, you’re my bitch!”

How did I get myself in this situation! What the fuck happened!?

—

Earlier that day

Oooooh fuck! Why did I drink so much! I crawl out of the bottom bunk bed. Thank god I have no classes today. I walk out into the living room of our dorm to find Luke Houghton of all people rummaging through his bag. What a faggot. “What the fuck are you doing here, tranny lover!”

“What the fuck is your problem,” he asked me.

“You and your fag boyfriend are my problems,” I told him.

“She’s not a boy, she’s a girl and you’re the problem,” he told me. Of all the people that could have been our roommate, we had to get stuck with this homo.

“Whatever you want to convince yourself, he has a dick, therefore he is a guy and you’re a fag who probably likes sucking his cock,” I told him. “What the fuck are you doing here anyways?”

“This is just as much my dorm room as it is yours,” he said.

“I thought you were moving in with those fucks next door?” I asked.

“It’s not that simple,” he said. He then grabbed his bag and left. What a fucking homo.

I took a seat on the couch and turned on the TV. ‘John Farrell and his Promethean task force have saved countless lives after the 9.8 magnitude earthquake trapped many of Chili’s civilians under a collapsed building. This has been the largest recorded earthquake in history.’

Should of just let them die if you ask me. I changed the channel to yet another news channel. ‘More Ghost sightings have been recorded in the L. A. area. Multiple people have reported spotting a figure covered in a tattered cloth with burning red eyes. They’re calling it the Grim Reaper.’

Click. Once again, I changed the channel, this time to Sports Center. ‘James Valler, the rising superstar that lead the Santa Barbara Gouchos to their first NCAA Division I Championship has gone missing. He was rumored to enter the NBA Draft, but…’ Just then Brandon walked in.

“God I can’t stand my roommates, I can’t believe they’re friends with that fudge packer,” he said as he sat down next to me on the couch.

“Tell me about it, I have no idea how we got stuck with him,” I told him.

“So what’s the plan tonight? Are we going to the Frat party?” he asked.

“Well I’ve got a date with this super hot Asian chick I met online,” I told him.

“Nice, get some!”

Tate just walked in from the bedroom. “God, you guys are fucking loud.”

“Dude, it’s fucking 11:30, it’s not like it’s fucking early,” Brandon said.

“Whatev, I’m starving,” he said.

“Well let’s get something to eat,” I said.

“Sounds good to me,” Brandon agreed.

We made our way down to the usual cafeteria we eat at. I loaded my plate up with everything I could possibly find. A slice of pizza, a burger, some fries. I was starving.

I found Brandon and Tate sitting in the far corner of the cafe.

“Dude, I’m telling you, rumor has it, that there is another tranny on campus. This chick is roommates with this guy.” Tate said. “There is no way they would ever let guys and girls share a dorm room together.”

“Yeah no shit, she’s definitely packing. Do you know what their room number is?” Brandon asked. “Maybe we should go pay them a visit.”

“I think they’re on the floor six,” Tate said. “I think someone said the dude goes by the name of Jessica.”

“This shit would never have happened when Trump was president,” I told them.

“Damn right!” Brandon agreed. “He was a trailblazer.”

“Dude, Senator Lucian looks like he’ll make a good president. He wants to put things straight. I like his stance on those fucking evolves,” Tate said.

“God, what the fuck is this world coming to when you’ve got freaks who can fly and do whatever the fuck they want?” I asked.

“Shit ain’t right,” Brandon agreed.

“Homos and freaks,” Tate said. “Wish we could just get rid of them all.”

“Ha, in high school there was this one little Asian kid who was a real fag,” I told them. “One day My friends and I found him staring at us in the locker room while we showered. We took that faggot and shoved his head down the toilet. I told the little cocksucker if I ever found him looking at me again I would beat his ass. I think he ended up transferring schools or something.”

God that kid was such a fagboy. He honestly looked like a little girl. God, what was his name? Chad maybe? That’s got to be it.

“Nice! We should do something to that butt bandit Luke and his little sperm gurgler fairy boyfriend.” Tate said.

“I agree,” Brandon said. “Maybe after we hit up the frat party, we can teach them a few lessons.”

“Well, unfortunately, you’re going to have to do it without me,” I told them. “I’m hoping to be balls deep in this Asian slut’s pussy.”

“Hell yeah!” Brandon said giving me a high five.

“Get some!” Tate said.

We finished up our lunch and headed back to the dorm. We chilled there for the rest of the afternoon. I was supposed to meet his sexy Asian at this restaurant at 6 PM. After I showered, I grabbed a beer and chugged it. It was pretty close to 6, so I made my way to my car and headed over there.

I finally arrived, it was a little Italian restaurant. I entered and recognized her immediately. She’s even sexier in person. She stood up once she saw me. She was wearing a short blue dress. She had silky long black hair, a very slender tanned figure. Her dark brown eyes light up along with a beautiful smile as we embraced in a hug. A cherry scent hit my nostrils as I breathed in her aroma.

“Julius, right?” She asked.

“Yep and you must be Dakota?” She smiled and shook her head in confirmation.

We both sat down at the table. The waiter came over with water and asked if we were ready to order. I looked at the menu and decided on Chicken Alfredo and she ordered the Chicken Parmesan.

“So Dakota, do you go to school here?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I’m a freshman right now. How about you?” God, there is something familiar about her, I just can’t place it.

“Yeah same here. Do you know what you want to major in yet?”

“No, I was thinking maybe some form of computer science, what about you?”

“No idea, I guess I’m just taking classes and seeing if anything sticks,” I told her.

“Nothing wrong with that,” she said.

We had a bit of an awkward silence, which was broken when the waiter brought out our food. It smelt so delicious. I didn’t hesitate before digging in. She also began to casually eat her food.

“How’s yours tasting?” she asked.

“Good! I love alfredo! How about you?”

“No complaints here,” she said. She looked rather nervous.

As we continued to enjoy our food, the conversation slowly became less awkward. She dived into her interest in computers.

“I always loved how computers worked. The way a simple line of code can affect how a program will function. I also love the hardware side of things. How each component works in unison with the others,” she explained. “What about you, has anything stuck so far?”

“Well not really, I don’t mind math, but it’s not something I’m strongly passionate about,” I tell her. “Although I do enjoy economics.”

“Economics huh?”

“Yeah, the way consumer behavior affects the economy as a whole. How businesses react to changes in demand and supply.” She seemed to relax as our conversation deepened. “I also enjoy finance as well. Come to think of it, I just enjoy learning about business and money.”

“Any idea what you want to do in business?” she asked.

“Not really, but… I’ve always loved the idea of starting up my own business.” I told her.

“That sounds interesting, what kind of business would you start?” she asked.

“No idea… I just love how businesses run and operate,” I told her.

“Say, how would you like to continue this conversation at my place?” she asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great!” I replied.

I paid the tab and we both got in my car and drove back to the dorms.