Rex flashed his million-dollar smile as he asked the question, not really waiting for Terry's reply before he undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. Those pearly whites stayed on display as Rex stood there, acting as though it was the most normal thing in the world to expose himself to his new dorm-mate the very first time he was meeting him.
Internally, Rex was horrified by what he was doing -- not that anyone would ever suspect such a thing while he wore that confident look on his face, of course. The science students who'd "rewired" Rex's brain yesterday had been very intentional about how it all worked, making sure that Rex's true consciousness stayed present even when his body was following quite a different set of newly-implanted commands.
It was really too bad that Terry never got to meet the real Rex. If he'd just moved in 24 hours prior, he would have seen what those science students spotted yesterday: a frat-boy-in-the-making ready to roofie some drinks if that's what he had to do to pound all the pussy he knew he deserved.
Yet, before anyone got a chance to meet that Rex, a group of well-meaning scientists-in-training came to the rescue, nabbing the beautiful bastard and hooking him up to their neural redesign matrix before he'd figured out what was going on.
Now, Terry watched as his newly-exhibitionist roommate strode out into the middle of their dorm room, stretching when he got there, apparently trying to make sure Terry got an even better look at his manly and well-muscled physique from additional angles.
A very run-of-the-mill and ordinary guy, Terry tried to make sense of what was going on. He knew college was going to introduce him to some pretty "out there" kinds of people... And he supposed if he had a body as nice as Rex's, he might be inclined to show it off a bit more too, right...?
"Uh, okay, uh... yeah, sure, bro..." Terry awkwardly choked out, never having been very good at social situations. "I mean, hey, I guess I'd want to show off too if I had what you have," he said unsteadily, gesturing awkwardly to everything Rex had on display.
"Oh, yeah?" Rex asked cheekily, obviously goading his roommate to say more about his body.
"Oh, umm, I mean, like..." Terry trailed off, uncomfortably looking at and then away from Rex's one man show. He didn't know what to say, really. As a fairly awkward guy in general, Terry had never had many male friends... Just what did men say about each other's bodies without sounding gay?
"I mean, you've got a great dick," Terry blurted out, regretting it immediately when he said it. He'd been trying to think of something "normal sounding" to say and instead just put his foot in his mouth by commenting on the most sexual thing he could.
To his surprise, Rex was unfazed. "Yeah, thanks, but you should just ignore it," Rex stated matter-of-factly, walking past Terry and over to his side of the room. "I'm a total bottom pussyboy."
It was at that point that Terry noticed the metallic object sitting on Rex's nightstand -- an apparent penis-prison he held up for Terry to see. "I just take this off for cleaning about once a week, but otherwise it's 100% 'out of sight, out of mind' for this little guy," he said good-naturedly as he slipped the base ring for his cage into place behind his balls.
"Shit... uh, wow..." Terry said, genuinely at a loss for words. Was this guy serious? It was one thing for him to be a nudist or whatever, but this was quickly veering into "total pervert" territory.
"That doesn't bother you, right?" Rex asked casually as he clicked the tube section of his chastity cage into place, nonchalantly rendering his dick totally useless right in front of his new roommate.
"Umm, well, I'm not, like... I'm not.., but..." Terry stuttered out, trying to think of a way to gracefully extricate himself from this situation and race down to the Student Services office to request a room reassignment.
"Awesome," Rex said, flashing his winning smile yet again. "Well, maybe you can hold on to the key for me then?"
"Oh, uh, I think we both get our own room keys..." Terry said, looking to the door and back as though that would tell him something about how many keys they needed.
Rex laughed like Terry had said the funniest thing in the world. It was a full-throated and warm laugh -- one that, Terry was sure, must have seemed charming to any girls... err, any guys that Rex would flirt with.
"Nah, I mean the key for my cage," Rex said with a bit of a chuckle still in his voice. "Like I said, I just forget about this little guy," he said, reaching down and flopping his pathetic-looking caged cock around obscenely. "So, maybe you could be in charge of the key for me?"
"Uh... no, uh, thanks..." Terry said, somehow feeling even more uncomfortable than he had before. It was bad enough when Rex just seemed like an exhibitionist who needed someone to watch him act like a depraved perv, but now he was asking Terry to be involved with this somehow? Terry considered himself to be accommodating and open-minded, but it was a firm "fuck no" from him on this one.
"Hey, no worries, bro," Rex replied with a dismissive shrug. "I'm saving up to get a cage that doesn't need to come off for cleaning, so the whole key issue isn't going to matter much in a few weeks."
"Uh, great..." Terry muttered uncomfortably, learning much more about the intricacies of permanent chastity than he'd ever wanted to. "You know, I need to get going," he said, giving up on trying to think of an excuse to leave, just wanting to get the fuck out of this room now.
"Oh, right, you probably need to go grab your stuff!" Rex said, that charming smile still on his face. "Let me throw on some shorts and I'll help you carry your boxes or whatever."
At that, Rex turned around and bent over right in front of Terry. Before his roommate could look away and avert his gaze, his eyes landed on something other than what he'd expected to see. Rather than Rex's pussy winking back at him, the wide and thick base of a buttplug stuck out between Rex's well-muscled cheeks.
Turning back around, Rex stepped into the garment he'd pulled from his drawer, with Terry thinking that his roommate made some kind of mistake.
In what world were those "shorts"? The underwear Terry had on under his pants covered more than that skimpy get-up did -- to say nothing of how the combination of sheer white material and clingy spandex left nothing to the imagination when Rex got them on (with every curve of his body and ridge of his chastity cage totally visible even when "clothed" in this way).
"Uh, thanks, but, uh..." Terry awkwardly choked out. "I'll just do it myself, thanks."
"Cool, whatever you say," Rex said, seemingly unfazed by Terry's abundantly apparent discomfort. He took a couple steps over to their dorm room window, looking out at the quad just beyond it. "Well, it's a beautiful day, so I'm gonna head out for a run," he added, putting on the only other thing he'd be wearing on his body as he jogged around campus: an arm band to hold his phone and room key.
"Right, great..." Terry said, waiting for Rex to leave first (as he didn't even want to be seen walking next to someone who looked like such a perverted exhibitionist in that "outfit").
"Oh, before I forget," Rex said, starting to step towards the door. "All my clothes are in there," he said, pointing only to the nightstand. "All my dildos are all in the wardrobe over there," he added, gesturing to where clothes would normally be kept. "And all my BDSM stuff is in the desk drawers."
Terry was, once again, at a loss for words -- and now he was counting the seconds until he could get down to the Student Services office and get himself away from this depraved slut for good.
"But all the other side of the room is yours," Rex concluded, flashing his winning smile and stepping out to take his run -- after he made one important pitstop on the way, that is.
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Back at the lab, Rex was strapped into the neural redesign matrix once more. His eyes pleaded desperately to be let go, but the rest of him remained paralyzed as the science students reviewed the footage from the camera he'd set up in his room and read over the brain scan results from the first 24 hours.
"Looks like his brain accepted most of the new networks," a redhead sitting next to Rex said as he looked over the numbers in front of him.
"Yeah, but we need to find a way to get the sex-specific ones to activate," a tall twink with thick glasses said as he studied the information on his own screen. "We got him to expose and humiliate himself, but he didn't even offer once to blow his roommate."
"Fair, fair..." the redhead replied. "His aversion to sex with men must be a lot higher than we'd originally thought."
"Exactly," the third member of their group -- a short, pale blond -- added. "He should have been begging to get DP'd from both ends today, based on everything we dumped in his brain yesterday, but he won't go further than taking a buttplug up his muscle-cunt."
"Well, let's just try upping his libido somewhere between 400 and 500% and see if that does the trick?" the tall twink asked, tweaking some numbers on the device attached to Rex's head. "His 'permanent chastity' neutral networking took, so he's bound to start using his pussy a lot more if we do that."
"Hmm, I'm still not totally pleased with it," the pale blond science student said hesitantly. "But, you're right, it should get him asking other men to fuck the living daylights out of his cunt sooner rather than later."
"And with any luck," the redhead said, looking over to Rex to meet his pleading eyes with his own. "Your next roommate will be happy to help give you exactly what you need..."
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