"Uh?" Larry let out as he squinted. "What the fuck? Pick up a pen?" he said as he spun the book upright. He walked over to my desk, picking up whatever he could find. His eyes were glued to the book, a smirk appeared on his face. "These two faggots' attitude sounds like a good start."
I coughed some of Larry's cum on the floor, throat on fire after his assault. My chest still heaving, I looked back at Greg, who was still off the side, leering at Larry's crotch, unable to move his gaze from my landlord's meat as he fondled his own. I heard the scratching noise of a pen gliding on paper, and moved my head towards where Larry was standing. He was crossing something out before adding what seemed like shorts sentences or maybe just a word-
My ears rang.
"Let's try this out," Larry chuckled, "Jason, go suck Greg's small dick again." What Larry ordered, I did. He was taller than me, bigger than me, more experienced than me. Slowly, I got up on my feet, walked up to Greg, before kneeling in front of him. I looked up to his bland average face, taking his cock in my mouth. He removed his hands off his meat, gripping my head with them instead. There was no pressure from him, no pushing, no pulling. I moved my head forward, shoving all of his barely hardening dick down my throat. My tongue roamed his meat, lengthy licks exploring the folds of his foreskin. "How would you like to have an eager cocksucker like this on your widdle thing all the time Greg?" Larry asked. "Ahhh... Guess I... Hnngg- Wouldn't mind..." Greg's answer trailed, his prick stiffening from being insulted.
It was time to pick up the pace, as my task was only starting. I started using my hands to stroke him off, as I sucked on his meat with renewed ardor. I could feel his precum leaking in my mouth, tasting the salty liquid as he moaned in pleasure. "Alright," Larry chuckled, "Jason, he's your roommate now, enjoy sucking his pathetic dong." Pleasure welled up in me, nearly bringing me to an orgasm. I was to enjoy this, and I did. Sadly, Greg was already on the verge of cumming, and Larry's comment quickly pushed him over the edge. He shot his load, which I tried to savor as it flooded my mouth. Since he'd already came a few times earlier, Greg's cum was fairly liquid, flowing down my throat before I'd even had time to remove his dick from my mouth.
"Alright cocksuckers, now that you've had your fun, on your knees, both of you," Larry barked. Greg's eyes looked into mine, a smile on his face. He swiftly joined me on the ground, as we both turned towards Larry. "What do you want us to do next," I asked before softly adding, "....Sir?" He looked at us like we were complete idiots, a devilish grin showing through his short beard. "Well that's up to you boys. What do YOU want to do?"
Deciding what to do next was too much. It was just too much pressure for me. Greg and I faced each other. I could see in his eyes, he wasn't able to choose either. We were both scared, so many possibilities in front of us. We could do what we wanted, but would it be the right choice? Would it make us happy? Our breaths became uneven as we tried to think, tried to focus on the one simple, easy thing to do next.
Larry's laugh echoed through the room, "Oh fuck, no way I'll get tired of that." He turned the book around, "let's start with some reading, do you like what I wrote in here?"
Freed from the dread of free will, we both looked at the page in front of us, with some freshly-dried ink presenting the information Larry wanted us to focus on:
"Summary of Jason Gray's major personality traits:
Dependent
Submissive
Obedient
Summary of Greg Chandler's major personality traits:
Complacent
Insecure
Aimless"