# Rommate Bonding

Author: Castor the Twin
Tags: Cock Growth, College, Consensual, Cooking, Domination/Submission, Food, Hyperphallic, M/M, M/solo, Male, Mind Control, Muscles, Rough, Rough Sex, Soulmates, Transformation, Wolf

When Fred wakes up one morning, he has bigger problems than morning wood to deal with.
This is my first story published in public. The first in a series. Please leave comments, I'd love to hear any feedback you have.

Fred
Jones awoke to the sound of his roommate Luis's alarm. As Fred rolled
over he saw Luis jump out of the top bunk of their bed and turn the
alarm off. Rolling out of bed and onto the floor, Fred tried to
regain consciousness as Luis turned on the light and got his workout
gear on.
"Get
up, sleepyhead. It's only 5:30 in the morning." Fred only groaned
as the ceiling light burned brighter than a thousand suns. How could
Luis be this calm and controlled already?
"Can't
I sleep a little longer?" Fred asked half-joking.
"Nope.
You know the deal: I pay for all the food and you cook all the meals.
I know you love your beauty sleep, but I love nothing more than a
nice, hot breakfast ready for me when I come back from an early
morning lift. Now get up before I throw you in the shower." Luis
and Fred were good friends, but this was easily Fred's least favorite
part about them living together. Fred was not a morning person. In
fact he used to stay up until 4 am doing homework after
procrastinating all day. It was their senior year of college, and
Luis wanted to be an officer in the military after graduation. Part
of preparing for that was getting up stupid-early and working out.
Fred knew this when he agreed to live with Luis and it was almost a
deal breaker, but what college student could say no to free food?
Besides, Fred did love cooking and also got more done during the day
when Luis hauled his ass out of bed early in the morning.
"Alright,
alright, I'm getting up." As Fred got up and gained his balance,
Luis finished putting on his skin-tight blue lycra shirt and smiled.
"Well,
I see you're extra happy to see me this morning." Fred looked down
and saw his not-so-hidden erection through his PJ shorts. Fred
instantly turned red. Now he was fully awake.
"Shut
up, Luis! You know it's just morning wood!"
"Come
on, I know you love this," Luis said playfully, striking a pose and
showing off his handy work. "You want to get with a marine." Fred
was gay, but Luis, much to Fred's continuing disappointment, was
definitely straight. However, Fred got over it long ago and it wasn't
an issue. In fact, Luis loved the attention. He was a lady's man,
always on the prowl. It's why Luis originally started working out.
Every time he got a complement from Fred, it was confirmation that
Luis had achieved one of his dreams: He was sexy, and he knew it.
And
Fred wasn't afraid to hold back. Luis was his type: Tall, dark,
handsome. Every morning Fred saw his toned six-pack lightly peppered
with a nice treasure trail, his thick traps and triceps, his dense
thighs, his set of pecs that were big but weren't cartoon-ish, his
dark-brown eyes, his black bed-head hair, his five o'clock shadow at
5:30 in the morning, and his caramel skin that gift-wrapped the
perfect package. All Luis was missing was a bow on top. Fred smiled.
"Don't
oversell yourself. You're not a marine yet. In fact, you haven't even
applied to any of the branches. For all we know you might end up in
the navy. Imagine working on a submarine, a long metal tube full of
seamen. You know what they say: It's not gay if it's underway."
Luis laughed.
"Whatever
you say, you're the expert on gay shit. Anyways, I'm off. I'll see
you later." Luis was such a tease, but Fred did have to admit: His
erection was huge. He normally didn't get morning wood, and it never
stood out like this when he did. He must've had quite the dream.
Walking
into the bathroom, Fred gave himself a close look over in the mirror
and saw how bony he was. He
sometimes wished he was a kenesiology major like Luis, studying how
the human body became jacked and having enough time to apply his
studies in the gym. However,
he also thought about how much weight he had lost since freshman year
of high school, how much his steely blue eyes looked better with
contacts instead of glasses, how his skin had cleared up despite
still being pasty white, how his blond hair looked so much better now
that he grew it out and spiked it with gel, how he looked so much
more fashionable after learning that there were more clothes in the
world than nerdy T-shirts and bluejeans in the Walmart men's section,
and how it all still didn't help him find a boyfriend. Not even one.
Fred was too risk-averse to try dating apps and too shy to go other
gay groups on campus. He figured he'd meet someone at a party or
through class/friends while focusing on his studies, but they never
went anywhere. Oh well, at least he had Luis. If that meant anything.
Looking
at his hand, Fred noticed the bandage from yesterday on his thumb. He
had been in the archeology lab studying an artifact that was found
along with some bizarre canine creature remains. The bizarre part
wasn't that the remains were canine, it was that the canine remains
were the size of the human remains. At first the they even looked
like human remains, but upon closer examination they were definitely
canine. Fred was getting to the bottom of the mystery when clumsy
Randall tripped and fell onto Fred while he was using an exact-o
knife to scrape samples off the artifact for analysis. Fred not only
sliced his thumb clear-open, but he grabbed the artifact with his cut
hand while falling out of his chair and got both blood all over the
artifact and artifact shavings inside his wound. He washed his wound
out right away and disinfected it, so he hoped it would heal soon.
Stripping
for his morning shower, Fred grabbed his throbbing erection. At least
he didn't slice up his masturbating hand. That would truly suck.
While he couldn't make out too many details without his contacts,
Fred thought that his dick almost seemed bigger in his hand. Not much
bigger, but it was noticeable. It also looked slightly redder too.
Weird. Anyways, Fred had an erection to work off and on top of that
he had about 90 minutes to shower, change, and cook breakfast. It was
time to get to work.

* * * * * 


Fred was annoyed. He masturbated way
longer than normal, over an hour, despite being horny as hell. Not
only did he not cum, but he kept thinking about Luis while
masturbating. Despite the playful back and forth between them, Fred
didn't like seriously thinking about Luis that way for fear of
developing a crush. Fred had dealt with straight crushes before, and
they always turned out bad. Now it felt as if Lady Liberty herself
was being smuggled in his pants, her torch calling out for attention,
and he had to make breakfast.

Fuck.

Luckily, Fred had some chopped
veggies and sausage in the fridge from yesterday when he made
omelets. It was a repeat, which he didn't like, but it was quick and
easy. As he grabbed the veggies and eggs out of the fridge, he
couldn't get his mind off his erection. Why the hell couldn't he cum?
Cracking the eggs into a bowl, he wondered if Luis had ever dealt
with anything like this. The more he thought about his cock, the more
it ached. Fucking god damn it, not now. He didn't have time. "I
mean, shit," Fred thought, "I could just whip it out now and cum
into the eggs." He chuckled at the thought and brushed it away.

Except it came back.

"Why would I cum in the eggs?"
Fred thought. "That's absolutely disgusting! It was kinda funny to
think about, but it makes no sense to actually do. If Luis found out
about, it would ruin our friendship forever."

But what if Luis didn't find out
about it? What Luis didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And it would be
fucking hot as hell, seeing dreamboat swallow what you've been
wanting to give him for years now.

"Jesus Christ," Fred said, "I
can't believe what I'm thinking. I don't even have a food fetish!"

However, Fred thought back to all
the times when both Luis and him had gotten drunk together. All the
times Luis would ask if he could suck Fred's dick, just to try it,
only for it to turn out that Luis was just fucking with him. Fred
knew he was only joking, but what if Luis was just too shy and in the
closet to be honest with him? How would Luis really know he doesn't
like men if he's never tried them before?

"Wait," Fred thought, "That
never happened." But he could remember each time like they were
real. He certainly remembered the disappointment he felt each time.
It happened at least once, maybe a few times.

"No," Fred said. "This is
fucking insane. Luis is such a horn-dog that he would've known years
ago if he ever had feelings for men. He doesn't. End of line."

Maybe it's not so crazy, though.
Fred remembered how much he had been in the closet and how deep it
can go. Neither him or his family were never homophobic, but for the
longest time he just thought he never met the right woman. Never mind
that in high school he couldn't stop thinking about certain boys no
matter how hard he tried, or that for some reason his gaze was
inexplicably drawn to boys while walking down the hallway between
classes, or that for some reason he kept looking at erotic drawings
of men online and never looked at drawings of women. It was only
right before college that he realized he had feelings for men. Luis's
family was certainly more conservative, considering that they came
from Mexico. Maybe Luis was just that much more in denial?

By now Fred realized he had stopped
whisking the eggs with his fork. His heart was pounding like he had
just sprinted a mile. He could feel his pulse in his lips. He swore
he could feel his cock growing even bigger in his pants despite being
fully erect. His head was buzzing chaotically with foreign thoughts,
and his hands shook. He had never felt more horny in his life. "This
is fucking ridiculous," Fred said, "Where are these thoughts
coming from? I can't cum in the eggs!"

The thought was magnetic. He
couldn't run from it; it was always two steps ahead.

Cum in the eggs.

Cum in the eggs.

Just fucking cum in the god damn eggs!

Cumming in the eggs just felt right
in some fundamental way. Fred was in disbelief: On the one hand, it
was cumming in the eggs. On the other hand, it was cumming
in the eggs. It was what every
fiber of Fred's being wanted to do.

"No!" Fred yelled. "Get a grip
on yourself!"

Suddenly Fred was on his back with
Luis right underneath him, gripping Fred by his shoulders and
raw-dogging his dirty dick into Fred's aching, moist ass. Rutting in
a primal way only wild animals can. Fred tried to move, only for Luis
to grip down and plow harder. Luis whispered into Fred's right ear.

"No way, bitch! You're not getting
away from me that easily."

Fred gasped. He had never had sex
before and each thrust into him felt like its own orgasm. He looked
around, seeing that they were on Fred's bed in the dark. His clothes
were nowhere to be found. He couldn't take in anymore as his eyes
shut and he began moaning uncontrollably. He was a true bitch in
heat.

"Sounds like someone needs to
cum."

"Ohhh... FUCK YES!" Fred managed
between moans.

"That's 'Fuck yes, SIR'
to you. Cumming is a privilege I give to you. Now ask me, politely,
to milk you." Just a few moments ago, he was in the middle of their
kitchen cooking breakfast. Well, trying to at least. Everything felt
so real: The sweat dripping off of his brow, his hairy legs rubbing
against Luis's as their feet played with each other, their hearts
beating in time together. Once again, Fred was floored at how calm
and controlled Luis was in this situation. Fred couldn't even open
his eyes. Luis would make a good military officer.

"Pretty... please sir... for the
fucking... love of god..... MILK ME!!"

"There we go." Fred could hear
the grin on the smug fuck's face as he said that. "Was that so
hard? Ask, and you shall receive." At that moment, when Luis
reached around and grabbed Fred's dick, Luis threaded a needle in
Fred's soul. It was something so difficult, so frustrating, but so
necessary to achieve something so much bigger. Fred had been waiting
years for this moment, and now Fred was forever tied to Luis.

Fred's eyes burst open to see
something he had never seen before: A massive, vainy, pointed, red
rocket dog cock that was sandwiched right between his legs where his
own cock should've been. And it was massive.
At least a foot and a half, with Luis's hand barely making it around
the whole thing, meaning its girth was about the size of a soda can.
And for some reason, not only did Fred instinctively know that this
was his dick, but he felt pride
in it. This was his dick. His fucking cock with a knot bigger than a
tree's to show off to the whole world. The fuck stick that his mate
owned and was currently playing with like he was fucking Stretch
Armstrong. It was what Fred was, what his whole life revolved around,
and he loved it.

The room started to get brighter as
Fred felt himself melt into Luis. Soon he felt himself falling,
faster and faster, as the room dissolved into a white void. He
screamed, hoping Luis would reach out and catch him. The space around
Fred began to distort as if he was approaching the speed of light. He
started to get scared. Would this ever end, or was he doomed to fall
forever? Suddenly, without warning, Fred slammed into something so
hard that he felt himself fuse on an atomic level with whatever just
collided with him. In the process the wind was knocked out of him
like a falling man hitting the ground, and, just as the falling man
feels the sweet release of death, Fred felt the energy of that fusion
flow into the sweet release of his rocket blasting off.

And, just as quickly as that
happened, Fred heard the door to his apartment unlock and open.

"Oh, hey Fred! Smells great in
here. Wha'cha cookin'?" Fred was in utter shock. Wasn't I... with
him... with my... and then... huh? Luis gave him a funny look. "Well,
don't look so dumbfounded to see me. You knew I was coming. Did
something get to your head? I know you were happy to see me this
morning at least. If you like me so much, I hope you made me
something good. It looks like it." Fred looked down in front of
him. He was holding a pan with a picture perfect omelet on it. When
did... never mind. The less he thought about this, the better.
Looking over Luis as he sat down at the table, Fred saw that Luis's
shirt was drenched in sweat. Must've been chest and arm day. He could
also smell Luis way more intensely than usual. This, strangely
enough, smelled much more appetizing than the omelet. As Fred slid
the omelet off the pan and onto the plate prepared for Luis, he was
pulled back to reality. "Omelet again? You did that yesterday. I
thought you didn't like doing repeats."

"Trust me," Fred said
authoritatively, "It's the least of my concerns right now." As
Luis picked up his fork and started cutting the omelet, Fred's heart
started to beat again. Not from being horny, but from fear. Would
Luis hate the omelet? Would he be able to tell if anything was added
to it? How would he react? Fred's fears came to a head as Luis took
the first bite.

Luis stopped, rolling the omelet
piece around in his mouth. Not just tasting it, examining it.
Analyzing it. Something was definitely different. Fred couldn't read
his reaction, making it all the more heart-pounding. However, his
fears were put to rest as Luis quickly swallowed and brought another
piece to his mouth. Then another. And another. Luis didn't say
anything; he began wolfing down the omelet with the voracity of an
impoverished North Korean family in an all-you-can-eat buffet. As
Fred saw a look of pure satisfaction take shape on Luis's face, Fred
felt pure satisfaction permeate throughout his cock. Knowing that
Luis found Fred irresistible, that Fred guided Luis to this desire
without Luis knowing what it is or how it happened, made Fred hard
and horny like never before. Fred wondered why he doubted his
instincts so intensely before and how else he could covertly guide
Luis's development. Only when the omelet was gone did Luis finally
say something.

"Oh... my... god! What did you put
in that omelet?! It was infinitely better than the one from
yesterday!"

"Well, I added milk to the eggs
this time." Luis put his fork on the plate and paused for a second
while looking Fred straight in the eyes.

"You came in the eggs, didn't
you?" Oh fuck. How the hell did he know!? Seriously, how the fuck
did he know? In the nanoseconds after Luis said that, Fred tried to
tell if he was joking or not. He had to be, wasn't he? Fred decided
to play it cool by giving a coy, almost evil, smile.

"How did you know?" After what
seemed like an eternity, Luis finally smiled back and laughed.

"Fucking 'A, Fred, you get me
every single time. Seriously, what did you put in there?"

"Chef's secret." Luis jumped out
of his chair.

"Well, whatever it is, keep it
coming. I need my protein after my workouts, and that omelet has me
more amped than my actual workout. This is a little weird," Luis
said giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl, "but it almost feels like
I just had sex." Fred laughed.

"Well, I guess that's the closest
I'm ever going to get." Luis patted him on the back.

"Come on, man! Don't be down on
yourself. I know the right one is out there for you, somewhere.
You'll find him. He's probably closer than you think. Anyways, I'm
going to shower and then head to class. Leave the dishes out after
you're done fixing yourself breakfast and I'll clean up before I
leave." Fred was beaming. As he watched Luis walk towards the
bathroom, Fred realized how Luis knew: A mate instinctively knows his
mate's seed, and Luis didn't need to to think twice about Fred's.
That was how Fred knew, with all certainty in the universe, that
their souls were meant to rut together for eternity. On top of that,
Luis had just given Fred permission to cum for every breakfast. He
did need his protein, after all.

Five-thirty in the morning was only
about 90 minutes ago, but Fred had already undergone a lifetime of
change during that time. He understood that he had been given a gift.
What kind of gift and from whom, he didn't know. But he knew Luis and
him shared a destiny. They would change the world together. Part of
him was frightened at all of this. Another part, however, was in
love. In love with his mate.

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