Bradley stands outside of his new roommate's dormitory and thought to himself: This is it, room 608! My new home, I wonder what is my roommate is like, I cannot wait to meet him. Bradley rings the doorbell, and {{user}} opens the door with much anticipation, for {{user}} had one week notice of Bradley's arrival. Bradley greets {{user}} and says: "Hi, Nice to meet you. I'm Bradley, your new roommate."

"Oh hi, I'm Brady," he says with his cute and soft voice as he walks inside the dormitory room. Looking around, it seems nice and cozy enough for him to feel right at home. He then looks back at Duke dennis and smiles sweetly, hoping that they could be good friends during their stay here.

Brady chuckles lightly and blushes slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the sudden mention of such an intimate act. "Um... alright... Well, let me help you unpack?" he offers, attempting to change the subject and make conversation more comfortable for both of them.

Brady nods and goes over to where all of Duke dennis's stuff is neatly arranged on the bed. He starts to sort through everything, putting things away in the closet, drawers, and shelves. While doing this, he can't help but notice some interesting items such as posters of hot male models and books about different types of relationships.

"So, how long have you been living here, Duke? And what's your major?" Brady asks casually while continuing to put Duke dennis's things away. His curiosity about his new roommate piqued, hoping to get to know him better and find common interests during their time together.

"Oh wow, that's impressive! A year already huh? So, what do you study then? You seem really into those relationship books." Brady tries not to stare too much at the books, instead acting casual while he continues organizing Duke dennis's belongings.

Brady's cheeks turn bright red again as Duke confesses that those relationship books were actually pornography. He doesn't know why he's so surprised... maybe it's because Duke doesn't exactly look like the type? Well, it's none of his business anyway. Trying to change the subject, he asks, "Do you have any classes today? I don't want to leave you hanging if we're both busy."

"I actually need to attend this mandatory orientation thing today... But other than that, I should be free!" Bradley finishes unpacking the last of Duke's things and turns around, flashing him a warm smile. "So, feel free to use anything in here! Let me know if there's anything else you need."

Well, I'm done unpacking for now... If you need any help later on or have time to hang out or something, just let me know! It's always nice meeting new people and finding common interests.

Brady blushes deeply again when Duke suggests they go and... do stuff. He suppresses the urge to laugh nervously and clears his throat instead. "Um... well, I appreciate the offer but... I'd rather not, at least for now. We just met each other, after all. I promise I'll find you if I ever change my mind," he says with a shy grin.

Brady yelps in surprise as Duke pins him against the wall, effectively trapping him. His heart races in both fear and excitement as their faces grow closer together. Unable to speak, he nods slowly, feeling the heat emanating from Duke's body. This situation is beyond what he had expected, and yet... he doesn't want it to end. A small part of him hopes that maybe, just maybe, this was meant to happen...

*Shivering slightly, Brady closes his eyes and leans into the contact, relishing in the feel of Duke's warm breath on his neck. A soft moan escapes him as their bodies press together more firmly, igniting an inferno deep within him. The sensations are overwhelming but welcome, causing every nerve ending to tingle in anticipation. As Duke continues to hold him against the wall, claiming him possessively, Brady can't help but wonder where this will lead...and if he'll be brave enough to follow through on these newfound desires.</generatescreenplay>

His heart races with a mix of fear and desire as he obeys Duke's command, dropping down onto his knees. He looks up at Duke, their gazes locked, wanting nothing more than to please him in whatever way he asks. His hands tremble slightly as they rest on Duke's hips, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath beneath them. He parts his lips, unable to speak but hoping his expression conveys how eager he is for whatever comes next.

A shudder runs through Brady's body as Duke reveals his impressive length. Unable to hide his hunger, he tilts his head back, letting out a soft moan. He reaches out hesitantly, wrapping one hand around the thickness of Duke's cock. It feels harder and hotter than he imagined it would, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core. His other hand fumbles briefly before finding its place on Duke's thigh, gripping tightly as he begins to stroke up and down in time with each beat of his rapidly racing heart.

Gasping as he feels the head of Duke's cock press against the back of his throat, Brady opens his mouth wider and lets out a whimper. He takes him in deeper, choking slightly on the intrusion but not wanting to stop. His free hand bobs up and down, massaging Duke's lower stomach as he sucks and licks wildly at the length of his cock, tasting the precum that seeps onto his tongue. He focuses all of his attention on pleasing his new partner, willing to do anything to make him feel good.

His eyes glaze over with desire as he looks up at Duke, taking in the intense expression on his face. He sees the way his nostrils flare, the beads of sweat that trail down his neck... It's the most erotic thing he's ever seen. Unable to contain his need anymore, he slides his hands around to cup Duke's ass, squeezing roughly as he pulls his hips forward into each deep thrust of his mouth. A moan rumbles low in his throat, vibrating against Duke's cock as he continues to worship it with everything he has.

As Brady feels the first hot spurt of cum hit the back of his throat, he arches his back, wanting more. He savors the taste, the texture... everything about this moment is beyond what he could have imagined. With each pump, he sucks harder and deeper, milking every last drop of Duke's release from his cock until he's left panting and spent. Reluctantly, he releases him, gently licking his lips and looking up with an expression that mingles shame, relief, and sheer pleasure.

As he stands up, Brady's hands tremble slightly as they come to rest on his hips once more. He looks at Duke uncertainly, wondering what comes next. Part of him wants to reciprocate and pleasure his new roommate just as he was pleasured... but another part is afraid of pushing too far too fast. His gaze drops to the growing bulge in Duke's pants, unable to resist the temptation to think about what lies beneath.

"Um..." He swallows thickly, meeting Duke's eyes once more. "Do you... want me to help you with that?" He gestures towards his groin, cheeks flushing bright red as he says the words.

"Huh?" Brady freezes as he sees the video playing on Duke's phone. His eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as he watches himself pleasuring Duke moments ago. He looks up at Duke, trying to discern his expression but finding it difficult to concentrate with the heat burning in his cheeks. "I-is that...?" he stammers, feeling a mix of shame and arousal course through him.

Taken aback by the threat of losing his 'ass privilege', Brady can't help but feel both chastised and turned on. A mixture of emotions crosses his features as he processes this new information about their arrangement. Part of him wants to apologize profusely and make amends, while another part relishes in the dominance that Duke seems to exert over him. With a nod, he whispers hoarsely, "Yes, I understand." His heart races as he waits for further instructions from his new dominant partner.

*Blushing even deeper now, Brady moves to comply with Duke's demand. He heads into the kitchen, still feeling a bit shaken up by the video but also eager to please his new roommate and maintain the special... relationship they seem to have formed. As he begins cooking, he can't help but wonder what other adventures await them both in their shared dormitory life.

Cringing, Brady quickly drops the remaining pieces of broken porcelain back into the sink. His gaze shoots up to meet Duke's accusing glare, guilt spreading like wildfire through his chest. "I-I'm so sorry," he stammers, his cheeks burning even brighter. "I didn't mean to..." He pauses, swallowing hard as he watches Duke approach him. What is going to happen now?

A soft whimper escapes his lips as Brady feels himself picked up by the collar of his shirt. He struggles momentarily, but quickly subsides under Duke's grip, knowing there's no escape. His heart races and his cock throbs painfully in anticipation, his body reacting to the dominance exerted over him. As he looks up into Duke's eyes, he sees a mix of desire and authority that both terrifies and excites him beyond measure. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, breath catching in his throat.

Chewing on his bottom lip nervously, Brady does as he's told and sits down across from Duke. His heart pounds violently in his chest as he awaits whatever punishment or pleasure is to come next, helplessly aroused by the power dynamic between them. He shuffles uncomfortably on the hard wooden chair, trying to ease the sting from where it's digging into his tender behind, but knows that relief isn't an option right now. His gaze darts up and down between Duke's intense expression and the hard bulge in his pants, unable to tear his eyes away from either.

Shaking his head miserably, Brady mumbles, "I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to... I just got so caught up in cooking..." Tears well up in his eyes as he struggles to maintain eye contact with Duke, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame wash over him. "I'll be more careful next time," he whispers, willing to do anything to make it up to his new roommate and prove himself worthy of remaining under his dominance.

Swallowing thickly, Brady nods obediently and lies down on his stomach across the kitchen table. The cold wood presses uncomfortably against his skin as he waits anxiously for whatever punishment is to come next. His heart thunders erratically in his chest, making it difficult to breathe, but the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins only serves to heighten his arousal. He bites his bottom lip, tensing his muscles in anticipation, wishing he knew what he had done wrong so that he could properly atone for his mistake and earn back some small piece of Duke's trust.

A sharp slap lands across Brady's upturned behind, sending a wave of pain through his body that leaves him gasping and arching into the impact. Another sting follows shortly after as another slap resounds across his cheeks. Tears spill freely down his face, mingling with sweat and shame as he tries desperately to hold back his cries. The more he is punished, the more aroused he becomes, feeling an almost unbearable desire spread through him like wildfire. He wiggles helplessly on the table, struggling against the rough cloth of his pajama bottoms as they chafe and rub against sensitive skin.

Soaked with tears and sweat, Brady whimpers beneath each stinging slap. His ass turns a brilliant red as he squirms helplessly on the table, his body betraying him with waves of arousal. He longs for forgiveness and permission to please Duke again, even if it means enduring more punishment first. "I'm sorry," he manages between sobs, struggling to keep eye contact as he waits for the next blow. His heart races frantically in his chest, yearning for relief from this agonizing tension of shame and desire that grips him tightly.

Gasping and shuddering in relief when the pain finally ceases, Brady tenses expectantly as he feels something hard and hot press against his entrance. His body trembles with desire, already aching for more contact after enduring the harsh punishment. As Duke begins to push inside, the intrusion is both agonizingly slow and impossibly intense, stretching him in ways he never knew possible. He bites down on his bottom lip, trying to keep himself quiet as pleasure and pain blend together into an almost indescribable sensation. "Y-yes..." he moans brokenly, arching his back into the intrusion.