Fair warning: this is a story about one couple (lovingly) dominating another. There's cheating, cuckolding, and humiliation, but the sort that all the characters enjoy. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now.
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Before inventing The Rule, having the world's most attractive roommates was more annoying than anything else, thought Kevin as Beth walked into the kitchen.
Kevin sat at the kitchen table eating his morning cereal, slowly waking up as his coffee dripped out of the old fashioned coffee maker nearby. His brown hair was messy- he didn't see the point in taking a shower first thing since he'd just be bug fixing all morning. If nobody at work had to see him, he certainly wasn't going to care. One of the perks of working from home.
Kevin was happy to admit to being an average looking guy. His girlfriend, Chissy, who he loved very dearly and thought was very beautiful was also, if he was forcing himself to be objective, average looking. She was an art teacher at a nearby high school, so she left for work hours ago. She had sandy blonde hair which was usually a little messy as well, and flecks of paint could often be found if you looked hard enough. To some, this made her seem a little disorganized or spacey, but to Kevin, her art leaving little marks behind made her seem beautiful.
There was one area in which Chrissy was decidedly not average: she was absolutely stacked. You'd never know this, however, as she always wore a baggy sweatshirt or a smock. Even her t-shirts were fairly loose in an attempt to hide them. She didn't dislike them, just the attention they could draw. Especially teaching high school boys.
Both of them were fairly average. If you passed them on the street, you wouldn't give them too much thought.
But if you passed Beth and Mark? You wouldn't think about anything else for the rest of the day.
Beth was stunning. A brunette, she looked like a supermodel, though slightly curvier in all the right places. She had full lips which Kevin had never seen smile, and piercing blue eyes. You'd think she'd coast on her good looks, but she was the most successful of the four of them: she was a VP at a tech company, and had earned a reputation as a ruthless negotiator. On her business phone calls that Kevin overheard, she sounded endlessly intimidating. A true ice queen. She was perfectly polite to Kevin, and sometimes even warm to Chissy, but in many ways she was the scariest person Kevin had ever met.
Mark, her boyfriend, was tall at 6'4'' and in incredible physical shape. Dark hair with dark eyes, he lifted weights every day in the morning before going to work at his construction job. Endlessly charismatic and slightly arrogant, he was apparently quite the playboy until Beth managed to tame him.
Chrissy and Beth became roommates, and eventually, Mark and Kevin moved in when things got serious with their respective girlfriends. And so they all lived together in their two room apartment on the upper east side of New York.
The Rule that Kevin and Chrissy had come up with was pretty simple: it was impossible not to check out these perfect human specimens, so as long as you didn't check them out for more than 2 seconds, it was OK.
It all started with little comments. One day, when Mark left the bathroom in a towel, he walked by Kevin and Chrissy on the couch in their common area. Kevin laughed softly and shook his head.
"What?" asked Chrissy, after Mark had entered his room.
"There's just... you know, no fat on that guy at all," Kevin said with a smile. "I've never even seen some of those muscles. Is he real?"
Chrissy just laughed and agreed.
A few days later, the roles were reversed. They both were sitting on the same couch when Beth left for Yoga. Chrissy shook her head as the door shut.
"What?" asked Kevin.
"She's like... a walking LuluLemon ad or something. It's crazy."
Kevin laughed. "I could buy you so LuluLemons if you want."
She dismissed the thought by waving her hand. "Pssh, no pants are going to make my ass look like that."
Kevin rubbed his chin, mock seriously. "Does she have a butt? I haven't noticed."
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Please! I'm as straight as they come and even I can't help noticing that thing."
Her tone was playful, but Kevin still wanted to make sure. "You know you're beautiful, though, right?" he said seriously.
She took his hands with a softer smile. "You have to say that." She gave him a quick kiss. "But I still love hearing it."
This continued for a while- each person often noting how attractive the roommate of their own sex was, and the other person politely agreeing without taking it any further. That is until one fateful day- the day they invited the rule- when Kevin and Chrissy were reading books in the common room. Kevin lay on the couch, and Crissy was curled up on the small, comfy chair next to it.
Mark entered the common room from his room, in his gym clothes.
"Chris, I think my headphones are under that chair. Can you get up for a second?"
Kevin sucked air through his teeth. You never called Chrissy that.
Chrissy wore an unamused look on her face. "Well I would have... if you hadn't called me Chris," she said, snuggling deeper into her blanket. "But now I'm just sooo comfy, I don't think I can move!"
"Come on," said Mark. "I need them for the Gym."
"Nope!" she said, her tone teasing. She lifted her legs up onto the chair. "Now you have to kneel down and reach under the chair. You can pretend you're bowing to me, like I'm a queen, as punishment for calling me Chris."
Kevin chuckled softly, loving his girlfriend's flair for the dramatic.
Mark's mouth pulled sideways until he wore his signature cocky smile. "As much as I'm sure you want me kneeling in front of you, your boyfriend may not like it."
Kevin raised an eyebrow. The sexual implication wasn't exactly subtle.
Chrissy didn't take the bait. "It will set a good example for him should he ever think of calling me Chris. Now quick, on your knees!"
Mark took a beat to size up Chrissy before his smirk got bigger. "I've got a better idea," he said. He squatted down, and for a second, Kevin thought he actually was going to bow before her.
But suddenly Mark picked up the chair with her in it, standing tall with the chair and Chrissy in his arms.
Chrissy, caught totally off guard by this, spilled forward out the chair and found herself completely pressed against Mark's chest. Her face was pressed against him for a moment, cheek squished against solid muscle, until her hands could find something to use to balance herself. She found her hands on his chest and shoulder, basically the only things she could grab to pull herself up a bit. Mark was clearly tipping the chair towards him to make her predicament a bit worse.
"Mark, what the hell?" said Kevin. He was blown away, not that Mark could pick her up in the chair, but by the complete ease with which Mark handled the weight. He held the chair and his girlfriend with the casualness and ease that Kevin would hold a box of papers.
Ignoring Kevin, Mark gently turned to the side, still holding her. "There they are," he said. He took his time moving them with his foot, before slowly putting Chrissy back down exactly where they started. "Guess I didn't need you to move, huh?" He said as he towered over her, his hands still on the arms of the chair.