Three weeks had passed since the fateful night when Mitch found Josh naked and bleeding in the campus courtyard. Mitch couldn't help thinking about what would happen if his roommate didn't break it off with the sadistic married man. Mitch had tried several times to get him to open up about what made him continue seeing this monster, but Josh simply brushed off any inquiry as unimportant.
Mitch sat studying alone in his dorm room as he waited for the 'football jock' idiot he was supposed to tutor showed up. He was sure he was more than likely another redneck with an attitude. Mitch deliberately planned to have the player show up while Josh was out. Unfortunately, Josh was on one of his regular trips to the "football field". Mitch simply shook his head in disbelief as he considered what unspeakable things Josh was allowing to be visited on himself.
Josh had confessed that although he didn't enjoy being beaten up, there was a definite plus for him to be with a dominant man. He enjoyed the power play of it. Josh was simply addicted to the idea that he was the only person who could sexually satisfy this man. He’d said that by allowing himself to be humiliated, somehow this made him the "powerful" one. It was a twisted idea of power for Mitch to get his mind around.
His train of thought was thankfully interrupted when he noticed a tall handsome blonde man standing in his doorway. The football player smiled. "Are you Mitch?"
"Yes," Mitch was thankful that he was, at least right now. It wasn't every day that a tall muscular football player that just coincidentally had a killer smile, happened into his dorm room. Mitch frowned a bit as he considered the irony that the one guy he'd met on campus so far that he was insanely physically attracted to just happened to be, by most accounts, a gay bashing straight guy.
"Uhhh, can I come in?" Ben was obviously uncomfortable with the long pause.
"Sorry, I had my mind on other things." Mitch answered honestly. "Do you have the books?"
Mitch flipped through the pages of the calculus text book. He directed the football player to work out several calculations before their next meeting.
Just as Mitch was making a few final notes in the book, Josh burst into the room. He was limping a bit and a black eye adorned his right side.
"Fuck, Josh, not again." Mitch frowned at the young man.
"Nah, just a little love tap, that's all." Josh smiled, motioning toward Mitch, hiding his swollen eye. He turned toward Mitch's desk, now getting a glimpse of the football player whom he obviously recognized. "What the fuck is that asshole doing in my room?"
"It's my room too," Mitch said angrily. "I'm tutoring him."
"If you want to hang out with a Neanderthal, I can't stop you." Josh stormed out of the room.
"I'm sorry if I upset your roommate."
"Are you one of the assholes that make his life hell?" Mitch paced angrily.
"No, but I do know the guys that do, I'm ashamed to say."
"I'm not sure if this is going to work out." Mitch rose quickly to distance himself from the football player
Ben stood up and walked toward Mitch, who now had his back turned to him. Mitch felt two hands grasp his shoulders. He turned abruptly to find the handsome football player inches from his face. He stood frozen. He looked directly into the steel blue eyes that belonged on the face of an angel. Mitch found himself transfixed and unable to utter a word. He felt his cock straining hard against his pants.
This is crazy! Mitch thought
After what seemed like an eternally long pregnant pause, Ben stammered "I'm sorry about my teammates, but I think they're all assholes. I can't change that. I don't have a problem with him. I hope you'll tell him that.”
Abandoning the intense desire to kiss the object of his lust right then and there, Mitch instead retorted. "No, I think that's something you should do yourself."
"Yeah I think you have a point. I should go, though."
Mitch stood in the doorway watching the handsome football player exit the building. "Damn, he's hot!" He whispered under his breath.