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His last refuge
I was sitting in the library, trying to read, but I was constantly distracted by the chatter behind me. They didn’t know that I could actually hear every word of their gossip. Just a moment ago, they were talking about some fat k** with his abusive father; however, it soon switched to John. John was a tall, handsome and strong sophomore Quarterback. He was basically a celebrity in the university, every guy wanted to be his friend and every girl wanted to be his.
"….Dunno why he hangs out with him. I mean they just don’t go together, you know what I mean?" said the squeaky sounding girl.
"I know. I was about to talk to John once but I didn’t because he just wouldn't leave his side." the other girl replied
"As if you would have actually talked to him even if he wasn't there. Anyway, they are roommates so nothing we can do about them hanging together."
With a sinking feeling, I realized that they were talking about me, but I wasn't surprised.
"Oh I know. We could offer John to share our room if he wants to get away from him"
I didn’t wait to hear squeaky's answer. I quietly got up and went back to my room. This kind of treatment started during the junior year of high school. I hit puberty along with most of my classmates; the only problem was that even though I became a little hairy, I was still short and petite; my feminine features didn’t help either. I was constantly bullied and beaten up, just for my lunch money. Nobody helped me because they were either afraid to say anything or just horny for my tormentors.
When I came to University I was determined to do anything to prevent this from happening again. So, when I realized that my roommate is a complete jock, I immediately began trying to impress him. I was hoping to become his friend. So, on the first night that I met John, I made lunch and dinner for both of us, wore my best clothes and even wore my scented cologne.
When he saw what I had done for him he was really surprised, but his cool and confident look soon came back and said in a deep slow voice "It smells really nice, thank you". Then he sat down and immediately began to eat, without waiting for me to sit down. After that we ate in absolute silence. The silence was very eerie but I couldn't talk or eat, because if this failed I would have five years of pure torture to look forward to. By the time he finished with the meal, my knees were shaking and I was sweating. He looked at me kindly and said "Thank you for volunteering to cook for me, I am terrible at all this girly stuff" even though he had just called me girly I felt really happy and automatically said "no problem".
After about a week I was not only cooking but also cleaning the room and doing his dirty laundry for him. I really liked his cologne; I always smelled his clothes before washing them. Once I even stole his undershirt, I though that he won't miss it. Sometime during the first month he confessed that he was used to sleeping naked and couldn’t sleep for the past month because of it. I immediately said that I didn’t mind him being naked around the house. After that he became really comfortable around the house and was almost always naked with his huge 7-incher cock lying on the couch playing games. It never really bothered me that I was probably sitting on his ball sweat every time I watched TV. He would always get butt naked as soon as he came back from university and throw his clothes on my bed to clean up, which I always did with out hesitation. Actually seeing his 7-inch monster intimidated me so much that I didn't care about small things like his ball sweat. Every time I saw his magnificent cock my dick would shrivel up and butterflies would pop up in the pit of my stomach. Several times I caught myself just staring at his cock, and I am sure that he noticed it too because one day he casually winked at me when I finally looked up from his python.
Early into the second month of university he brought his first girl to the room. They came in stumbling and already half naked and threw their clothes on me (I was in my bed), climbed to his bed and started doing their business. I was surprised that the girl didn’t care that I was there; John just continued to pound this girl and continued for almost two hours straight. His girl had more orgasms than I had masturbated my whole life. I know this because she was a screamer and she didn’t care who heard her screams. Finally she climbed back down, I pretended to be asleep while she picked her clothes off of me and heard her close the door behind her. When she was gone I got up and started to clean John's clothes that he had thrown on me. I noticed that his cologne was a lot stronger on these clothes; there was also a clear sticky goo on the inside of the pants (I knew that it was pre-cum but refused to believe the quantity of it) and suddenly disgusted I threw them in the wash basket. When I turned around I thought I saw John move but wasn't sure, so I just went back to bed, which now smelled of sex. That night I didn't sleep and kept thinking about the clear goo and wondering what it could have been other than pre -cum. Next morning I jumped out of bed and took his pants from the basket; turned them inside out and deeply smelled the crotch to try and identify the substance. Curiously, I only smelled his cologne and nothing else.
After that night he always brought someone home at night and they would leave in the morning. It seemed that all these girls were madly in love with him, because they would call him names like Master, Sir, Lord or Daddy. On the other hand, John would always call them bad names like bitch, slut ,cum dumpster or whore. I found new names every day for both the girls and for John. For some reason I liked to repeat John's names in my head as he fucked his girls. I loved how he had so much stamina to just pound his girls to an oblivious state of mind, everyone of them walked out of our room as if punch drunk.
A couple of weeks after the first girl, we got a week off for stuffing stuffing studying for midterms, but John didn't care about that. As soon as the week started he said "this is a lucky week for you"
"why?" I asked
"because you get to look at my cock for the rest of the week without interruptions" and smiled cockily and waved his cock at me.
I didn't know what to say, so I just bent over my books and kept working with my heartbeat rocketing to the sky.
The next couple of days were really hard as I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock, its purple head staring back at me like a serpent. One day, while I was in the bath I thought back on my days in the university and I realized that I was incredibly happy. I thought about my life so far in this University, I thought about John, I thought about the girls that John brings home and I thought about what pleases him and I thought about what pleases him and I knew that all his girls are fully shaved (I peak sometimes) So, I grabbed a razor and shaved all my pubic hair off just to see what it would feel like. I got up from the bath and looked in the mirror. I saw that the shaved areas look very good but the surrounding hair looked weird so I started shaving all those areas. Until all the hair from by body were gone. I looked so beautiful now, with my feminine features and smooth petite body. I would have looked exactly like a girl if I just hide my penis, so I used my left hand to hold my penis and my ball sack and tried to push it back inside my body. I felt my balls pop in but my penis was still hanging outside. I looked gorgeous, just like one of John’s girls. I wondered if Joh would fuck me if I allowed him to.
After a while I wrapped a towel around my waist and exited. That’s when I saw him jerking off to some porn, he didn't stop even when he saw me. I was mesmerized by the huge cock and its movements, I just wanted to touch it. As I moved closer to his cock I realized that I could smell his cologne very strongly. There was a creak in the floorboards and he suddenly stopped and looked at me. He smiled and said “So you finally shaved?? You look much better now. I prefer if you keep it that way”
I blushed and said “Thank you”
Then he said “Don’t be shy come sit here and watch some with me” motioning towards the TV. I sat beside him on the couch and he played the video again and started jerking off. I timidly opened my towel and was about to hold my penis when suddenly John stated laughing. I looked at him curiously and saw that he was pointing at my dick while still laughing. I tried to cover it up with the towel again but he slapped my hand out of the way and grabbed it with his thumb and index finger and asked “what is THIS?” while still laughing.
I said “that’s my penis” and tried to roll out of his grip, but he just squeezed it until I stopped.
Then he said “Do you remember the red-haired girl from about two weeks ago?”
“Yes”
“Your penis looks exactly like her clit, and you shaved it as well, and she was one freaky slut. I bet you are the same, aren’t you?”
“N..N…No…please let my dick go”
“No” he said smiling very kindly “go on, you can tell me”
I knew that there was no way out so I said I wanted to fuck all the girls that he fucks at night. He just squeezed harder and said “tell me the truth” with anger in his eyes. Tears started leaking from my eyes.
That’s when I broke and told him everything that I was doing, about his cologne and his python like cock, and about me smelling his clothes to try to identify the smell. He suddenly started smiling and said “Well we have solved many mysteries today. I know now why you act like a little girl and do all your duties diligently. I also know where my undershirt went. I have a question for you thought. Do you still not know what the smell of my cologne is?”
I shook my head
“Then let me help you” he said smiling and took his hand off his dick and pushed my face towards it. He did this so suddenly that my knees slipped from the couch and fell on to the ground, I felt more comfortable like this though. He then lifted his cock and pushed my face in between his cock and his ball sac. “Take a good long sniff, slut”
I took a deep breath and immediately realized that the sweet strong smell wasn’t a cologne but it was John’s smell. It was the smell of his sweat and his sex. I tried to yank my head back but he held it in place and grabbed a handful of my hair. I tried to hold my breath in, but he held me in that position long enough for me to run out of breathe and smell him for a good 3 to 4 minutes.
“You like that smell?” he asked
Feeling as if I had no choice I said “Yes”
“Ok ill let go of you, but I want you to stay in that position unlit I tell you to move. Understand?”
“Yes, Master” I said, remembering the names that his girls gave him when he degraded them.
He let go of me, and I obeyed him. I followed his command. The he began stroking my head as he would a dog’s. I felt humiliated…. And yet I also felt proud. He asked me softly “Do you like this, bitch” all his previous anger gone.
“Yes, Master” I whispered.
“Do you want to stay like this?”
“Yes, Master”
“Then this is what you have to do. Buy at least seven nice nighties and lingerie. Buy two of your favorite sex toys. Also buy a nice big make-up kit. Do this today before the stores close. Also from tomorrow you will only wear women’s clothes or none at all while in this room. You will always shave your entire body except your head. You will never call me by my name, you will use good words like Master or Daddy etc. You will do what I say, when I say and how I say it. You will always crawl in the room whenever possible. Your previous duties will stay the same, you will cook, clean and organize this room. Also it is now your duty to never let me see your cock erect, if you get aroused slap it, punch it, burn it, or cut it off, but don’t let me see it. Understood?
“Yes, Master”
“good slut, Now kiss the tip of my cock and do what I told you”
*SMOOCH*
I was sitting in the library, trying to read, but I was constantly distracted by the chatter behind me. They didn’t know that I could actually hear every word of their gossip. Just a moment ago, they were talking about some fat k** with his abusive father; however, it soon switched to John. John was a tall, handsome and strong sophomore Quarterback. He was basically a celebrity in the university, every guy wanted to be his friend and every girl wanted to be his.
"….Dunno why he hangs out with him. I mean they just don’t go together, you know what I mean?" said the squeaky sounding girl.
"I know. I was about to talk to John once but I didn’t because he just wouldn't leave his side." the other girl replied
"As if you would have actually talked to him even if he wasn't there. Anyway, they are roommates so nothing we can do about them hanging together."
With a sinking feeling, I realized that they were talking about me, but I wasn't surprised.
"Oh I know. We could offer John to share our room if he wants to get away from him"
I didn’t wait to hear squeaky's answer. I quietly got up and went back to my room. This kind of treatment started during the junior year of high school. I hit puberty along with most of my classmates; the only problem was that even though I became a little hairy, I was still short and petite; my feminine features didn’t help either. I was constantly bullied and beaten up, just for my lunch money. Nobody helped me because they were either afraid to say anything or just horny for my tormentors.
When I came to University I was determined to do anything to prevent this from happening again. So, when I realized that my roommate is a complete jock, I immediately began trying to impress him. I was hoping to become his friend. So, on the first night that I met John, I made lunch and dinner for both of us, wore my best clothes and even wore my scented cologne.
When he saw what I had done for him he was really surprised, but his cool and confident look soon came back and said in a deep slow voice "It smells really nice, thank you". Then he sat down and immediately began to eat, without waiting for me to sit down. After that we ate in absolute silence. The silence was very eerie but I couldn't talk or eat, because if this failed I would have five years of pure torture to look forward to. By the time he finished with the meal, my knees were shaking and I was sweating. He looked at me kindly and said "Thank you for volunteering to cook for me, I am terrible at all this girly stuff" even though he had just called me girly I felt really happy and automatically said "no problem".
After about a week I was not only cooking but also cleaning the room and doing his dirty laundry for him. I really liked his cologne; I always smelled his clothes before washing them. Once I even stole his undershirt, I though that he won't miss it. Sometime during the first month he confessed that he was used to sleeping naked and couldn’t sleep for the past month because of it. I immediately said that I didn’t mind him being naked around the house. After that he became really comfortable around the house and was almost always naked with his huge 7-incher cock lying on the couch playing games. It never really bothered me that I was probably sitting on his ball sweat every time I watched TV. He would always get butt naked as soon as he came back from university and throw his clothes on my bed to clean up, which I always did with out hesitation. Actually seeing his 7-inch monster intimidated me so much that I didn't care about small things like his ball sweat. Every time I saw his magnificent cock my dick would shrivel up and butterflies would pop up in the pit of my stomach. Several times I caught myself just staring at his cock, and I am sure that he noticed it too because one day he casually winked at me when I finally looked up from his python.
Early into the second month of university he brought his first girl to the room. They came in stumbling and already half naked and threw their clothes on me (I was in my bed), climbed to his bed and started doing their business. I was surprised that the girl didn’t care that I was there; John just continued to pound this girl and continued for almost two hours straight. His girl had more orgasms than I had masturbated my whole life. I know this because she was a screamer and she didn’t care who heard her screams. Finally she climbed back down, I pretended to be asleep while she picked her clothes off of me and heard her close the door behind her. When she was gone I got up and started to clean John's clothes that he had thrown on me. I noticed that his cologne was a lot stronger on these clothes; there was also a clear sticky goo on the inside of the pants (I knew that it was pre-cum but refused to believe the quantity of it) and suddenly disgusted I threw them in the wash basket. When I turned around I thought I saw John move but wasn't sure, so I just went back to bed, which now smelled of sex. That night I didn't sleep and kept thinking about the clear goo and wondering what it could have been other than pre -cum. Next morning I jumped out of bed and took his pants from the basket; turned them inside out and deeply smelled the crotch to try and identify the substance. Curiously, I only smelled his cologne and nothing else.
After that night he always brought someone home at night and they would leave in the morning. It seemed that all these girls were madly in love with him, because they would call him names like Master, Sir, Lord or Daddy. On the other hand, John would always call them bad names like bitch, slut ,cum dumpster or whore. I found new names every day for both the girls and for John. For some reason I liked to repeat John's names in my head as he fucked his girls. I loved how he had so much stamina to just pound his girls to an oblivious state of mind, everyone of them walked out of our room as if punch drunk.
A couple of weeks after the first girl, we got a week off for stuffing stuffing studying for midterms, but John didn't care about that. As soon as the week started he said "this is a lucky week for you"
"why?" I asked
"because you get to look at my cock for the rest of the week without interruptions" and smiled cockily and waved his cock at me.
I didn't know what to say, so I just bent over my books and kept working with my heartbeat rocketing to the sky.
The next couple of days were really hard as I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock, its purple head staring back at me like a serpent. One day, while I was in the bath I thought back on my days in the university and I realized that I was incredibly happy. I thought about my life so far in this University, I thought about John, I thought about the girls that John brings home and I thought about what pleases him and I thought about what pleases him and I knew that all his girls are fully shaved (I peak sometimes) So, I grabbed a razor and shaved all my pubic hair off just to see what it would feel like. I got up from the bath and looked in the mirror. I saw that the shaved areas look very good but the surrounding hair looked weird so I started shaving all those areas. Until all the hair from by body were gone. I looked so beautiful now, with my feminine features and smooth petite body. I would have looked exactly like a girl if I just hide my penis, so I used my left hand to hold my penis and my ball sack and tried to push it back inside my body. I felt my balls pop in but my penis was still hanging outside. I looked gorgeous, just like one of John’s girls. I wondered if Joh would fuck me if I allowed him to.
After a while I wrapped a towel around my waist and exited. That’s when I saw him jerking off to some porn, he didn't stop even when he saw me. I was mesmerized by the huge cock and its movements, I just wanted to touch it. As I moved closer to his cock I realized that I could smell his cologne very strongly. There was a creak in the floorboards and he suddenly stopped and looked at me. He smiled and said “So you finally shaved?? You look much better now. I prefer if you keep it that way”
I blushed and said “Thank you”
Then he said “Don’t be shy come sit here and watch some with me” motioning towards the TV. I sat beside him on the couch and he played the video again and started jerking off. I timidly opened my towel and was about to hold my penis when suddenly John stated laughing. I looked at him curiously and saw that he was pointing at my dick while still laughing. I tried to cover it up with the towel again but he slapped my hand out of the way and grabbed it with his thumb and index finger and asked “what is THIS?” while still laughing.
I said “that’s my penis” and tried to roll out of his grip, but he just squeezed it until I stopped.
Then he said “Do you remember the red-haired girl from about two weeks ago?”
“Yes”
“Your penis looks exactly like her clit, and you shaved it as well, and she was one freaky slut. I bet you are the same, aren’t you?”
“N..N…No…please let my dick go”
“No” he said smiling very kindly “go on, you can tell me”
I knew that there was no way out so I said I wanted to fuck all the girls that he fucks at night. He just squeezed harder and said “tell me the truth” with anger in his eyes. Tears started leaking from my eyes.
That’s when I broke and told him everything that I was doing, about his cologne and his python like cock, and about me smelling his clothes to try to identify the smell. He suddenly started smiling and said “Well we have solved many mysteries today. I know now why you act like a little girl and do all your duties diligently. I also know where my undershirt went. I have a question for you thought. Do you still not know what the smell of my cologne is?”
I shook my head
“Then let me help you” he said smiling and took his hand off his dick and pushed my face towards it. He did this so suddenly that my knees slipped from the couch and fell on to the ground, I felt more comfortable like this though. He then lifted his cock and pushed my face in between his cock and his ball sac. “Take a good long sniff, slut”
I took a deep breath and immediately realized that the sweet strong smell wasn’t a cologne but it was John’s smell. It was the smell of his sweat and his sex. I tried to yank my head back but he held it in place and grabbed a handful of my hair. I tried to hold my breath in, but he held me in that position long enough for me to run out of breathe and smell him for a good 3 to 4 minutes.
“You like that smell?” he asked
Feeling as if I had no choice I said “Yes”
“Ok ill let go of you, but I want you to stay in that position unlit I tell you to move. Understand?”
“Yes, Master” I said, remembering the names that his girls gave him when he degraded them.
He let go of me, and I obeyed him. I followed his command. The he began stroking my head as he would a dog’s. I felt humiliated…. And yet I also felt proud. He asked me softly “Do you like this, bitch” all his previous anger gone.
“Yes, Master” I whispered.
“Do you want to stay like this?”
“Yes, Master”
“Then this is what you have to do. Buy at least seven nice nighties and lingerie. Buy two of your favorite sex toys. Also buy a nice big make-up kit. Do this today before the stores close. Also from tomorrow you will only wear women’s clothes or none at all while in this room. You will always shave your entire body except your head. You will never call me by my name, you will use good words like Master or Daddy etc. You will do what I say, when I say and how I say it. You will always crawl in the room whenever possible. Your previous duties will stay the same, you will cook, clean and organize this room. Also it is now your duty to never let me see your cock erect, if you get aroused slap it, punch it, burn it, or cut it off, but don’t let me see it. Understood?
“Yes, Master”
“good slut, Now kiss the tip of my cock and do what I told you”
*SMOOCH*
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