Boryn Stone
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Chained by Roommate
🕑 Added 2023-08-04 20:55:23 +0000 UTCYou always considered getting a chain for your neck, mentioning the thought to your roommate. You were surprised when they went ahead and picked one up for you, showing off another they got for themself. You laughed when you noticed they were the same design, but yours had a difference in length.
"Of course you got me the shorter one" You mentioned, happily putting the gift on anyway. Your roommate smiled as they saw you wrap the jewelry around your neck even before you thanked him, him replying with a your welcome before you went about your day..
You almost seemed to entirely forget about the gift as you continued your week, only reminded of it when you saw it in your reflection. You felt a weird warm glow whenever your eyes fell on it, your thoughts going back to your roommate. You kept forgetting to take it off, sleeping with it, the item seeming to slip out of your mind once it was out of sight. You felt something was wrong in the back of your mind, but didn't take action for some reason.
You shocked yourself when you agreed to start going to the gym with your roommate. You'd never considered going, but you couldn't stop yourself from saying yes when he'd asked. You guessed it was because you weren't going alone, having someone you the ropes. You always found yourself obediently following him around the gym, obeying him when he told you which machines to use and how. It was easier to let your thoughts slip, letting him think about the workout with you just following along.
You had no problem when he started taking a more active role in controlling what you ate, directing you toward protein and the right food. You'd never wanted to follow a diet, having been happy eating what you had before, but you couldn't ignore whatever he suggested. It just felt right. You couldn't control your own actions, compelled to follow his orders, not realizing that's exactly what the chain was making you do.
You had the shorter chain, reduced to a spectator as he continued to mold you. It only took a suggestion for you to shave your head, a recommendation to get your nips and ears pierced. You were as helpless as a puppet on strings, led along like a dog with a collar around its neck. Before long you were a spitting image of him, lean and musclebound, only able to follow in his step.
All your individuality had been drained, entirely dependent on your de facto master. Your emotions were flooded by complete devotion to him, your mind ebbed away until you were in complete submission to him. You couldn't oppose his command, transformed to be his obedient boy through and through.
