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Alex is extremely popular, both with men and with women. He’s athletic and attractive to the extent that he’s even done some modelling work. He’s a keen member of the soccer and athletics teams. He’s one of those people that others tend to envy, born with good looks and a wide range of talents.

Max wasn't exactly unpopular; he just wasn't as popular as Alex, but then very few people were. Max wasn't unattractive by any means, but he, like so many other people, almost seemed bland when put next to Alex. Max was just as athletic as Alex, however, albeit in a different way. Max was more the rugged type, having a strong, solid and powerful build that stood him well as a member of the college rugby team.

Max and Alex belonged roughly to the same circle of friends but were very different. Alex was stunningly handsome to the extent that even straight men noticed it. He had a perfectly sculpted body that he liked to show off, and there were plenty of people who were grateful whenever he did. Max had more of a boy-next-door look to him and came across as a bit of a thug at times. He wouldn't have looked out of place driving a lorry and his manners often left a bit to be desired. He was athletic, but more in a solid and robust way, with the kind of enormous thighs that rugby players like him tend to have.

At the end of their first year at university, both men left it too late to make accommodation arrangements for their second year. On realising that they were both in the same situation, they decided to look for a flat together, despite not really knowing each other that well.

Max was annoyed at himself for leaving it until the last minute; it came as a relief when he was able to join up with Alex, because renting a flat by yourself was something no student could really afford. He was aware of the fact that Alex probably wouldn't have been his first choice, but he put that thought aside. Even though he didn't actually want to be Alex, or even be like him, there was something about Alex being such an overly handsome and popular boy that gave Max almost instinctive feelings of malice towards him. Alex seemed to have everything just right, to be everyone’s idea of perfection. It just seemed natural to Max to sneer secretly at people like Alex.

Alex on the other hand admired Max. He thought that Max seemed pleasant enough, and the more he thought about it the more he thought that they could well end up being friends. He was so used to being the ‘athletic’ one that Max's powerful physique and presence intimidated him a little, but he welcomed having someone to look up to, even though it went without saying that Alex saw them both as equals. He was more than aware of the rather crude and loutish side that Max had to him, but if anything it amused Alex while reminding him that he would rather be his friend than on the wrong side of him.

During the summer holidays they both went their separate ways. Alex came from a reasonably well-off family, but his parents were very much in favour of Alex fending for himself. His father used his considerable influence and power in the business world to secure Alex a job for the summer that enabled him to earn enough money to see him through his next year at university quite comfortably and without financial aid from his parents.

As usual, Max wasn't as lucky as Alex. He found a job stacking shelves in a supermarket. It was tough with long hours, and the pay was nothing worth writing home about. But, unlike Alex, he didn't have rich parents, so he had to make do with his lot.

The two young men moved into their flat as planned at the beginning of the university year. During the first few days Max frequently found himself wincing at what a ‘good’ person Alex was. He seemed to get so many things right, to do the right thing by everyone, to show consideration towards the people around him, to do as he would be done by… There was nothing specific that Max could have challenged Alex on; he just came across as a ‘goody-goody’, as everyone’s darling, as the model son-in-law and a brand of perfection that Max felt an urge to ‘mess up’.

Alex was bemused by the carefree nature of his flatmate who left his dirty underwear lying around and rarely remembered to wash up anything he used. But many times when Alex cooked for himself and washed up afterwards, he found himself washing up Max's stuff that he had used before going out. Alex didn't really mind that much, although he did wonder whether Max even noticed this, because he never did so much as say thank you.

Alex suggested that they set up a cleaning rota, which made Max groan to himself.

“Come on, Alex,” he said, “let’s just find ourselves girlfriends. They’ll take care of that along with everything else…”

It turned out that Alex was already dating a girl who was quite besotted with him. Needless to say, Alex would never have entertained the idea of asking his girlfriend into his flat to clean for him. But he laughed at Max’s comment and couldn't help liking Max for being so ‘laddish’.

They agreed on a cleaning rota that Max blatantly ignored. Obviously this didn't go unnoticed by Alex, but he didn't want any trouble with Max. He liked him and enjoyed living with him. He found him entertaining, still admired things about him and continued to find something about him and his presence a little intimidating in a way that wasn't necessarily unpleasant; Alex was so used to being admired and envied by everyone that he actually liked having someone to look up to. He certainly didn't want to get on the wrong side of Max; that was for sure.

So he more or less found himself doing both his and Max’s share of the cleaning. Come to think of it, even if Max did ever bother to do it, he would probably end up making more of a mess than anything else. Alex preferred a kitchen that didn't look like a bomb had hit it, so he just got used to cleaning up after himself and after Max.

Alex got more and more interested in healthy cooking and was happy to hear what Max thought of the stuff he was coming up with. Max was more than happy to be served carefully cooked meals by his flatmate who would disappear off into the kitchen when they’d finished to clean up any mess he’d made while cooking.

One such evening Max made himself comfortable and called into the kitchen, where Alex was busy scrubbing something.

“Alex! Bring us a beer, will you, mate…”

Without much of a thought, Alex took a beer out of the fridge and took it to Max, who was sprawled in his favourite armchair. He opened the beer before handing it to Max.

“Push that coffee table over here, Alex. I want to put my feet up.”

Alex did as he was asked. As he pushed the coffee table into position, Max said:

“Why don’t you get yourself a beer, mate?”

Alex thought for a moment, looking at Max’s beer. “Yeah, I think I might.”

“Yeah, go on. But you’d better finish off in the kitchen first.”

Max really did have a nerve, but Alex didn't even notice. He went back into the kitchen in full agreement with what Max had said. He looked around and knew that he would be finished in about ten minutes.

But it wasn't lost on Max. He was even a bit surprised at Alex for letting him treat him like this. And Max was surprised at himself, too. He’d always known that he had a bit of a sadistic streak in him, but what he was now doing to Alex on a daily basis really was… well… kind of wrong. Or at least not quite right. But he just couldn't help it; he got a kick out of it. Alex was the poster boy who was admired and envied by more or less everyone. Women lusted over him and fought for his attention, as did gay men. And straight men either envied him, hated him or both. Alex seemed like the kind of young man who could have anything and anyone he wanted. And here was Max who, if anything, was quite ‘ordinary’, but with the kind of laddish features that many women disapprove of, or at least claim to. And he was able to manipulate Alex to the extent that he was swiftly becoming his servant.

Max frowned, as he sat there looking at the emblem on his beer can. He wasn't exactly sure why he liked this so much. Sure, he had a sadistic streak, and he’d always liked having power and influence over other people. But, despite him actually liking Alex and having no reason to wish anything bad upon him, he felt an urge to see how far he could go with him, to make more and more ‘use’ of him, to humiliate him and even make him aware of this humiliation and to get him to the point of accepting it.

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