By Greg Alexander
Unsurprisingly, I didn’t sleep well that night.
For one thing, since I had now been tied in a spread eagle position, my hands bound behind my back and my torso pressed down onto the coffee table because the dog collar around my neck was connected by a tight leash to my balls underneath the table, it’s small wonder that I wasn’t very comfortable. Just try leaning all the way forward, with your ass sticking out in the air and your legs tied apart in a spread eagle position. It hurts like hell — all your calf muscles are burning with pain and your lower back kills. Then imagine the pain of having a taut rope looped securely around your balls, which is pulled on whenever you try to raise your head. Then imagine sleeping that way.
What was worse, my ass was still on fire from the 64 plus fierce, all out spankings Trevor had sadistically delivered to me with his paddle before climbing into bed.
But most urgently, I desperately needed to cum, and my inability to do so — to even so much as stroke my cock — was preventing me from sleeping a wink.
Trevor, on the other hand, slept like a log, as was evident from the sound of his heavy breathing throughout the night. Of course, all I could really see throughout the entire night were the massive soles of Trevor’s feet, which dominated my field of vision — they still had a strong manly smell, which in any event I couldn’t get away from, as my face was completely immobilized. The smell of his feet only served to make me hornier than ever.
As the night began to fade away and a pale light began to shine through the dorm window, I waited impatiently for Trevor to wake up. There was a clock on the nightstand next to his bed, but in my immobilized position I couldn’t crane my neck far enough to see it. I wondered what time it was. By now it was fully light out — surely past 7:30 by now? Yet still, Trevor slept. Then I remembered, suddenly, with a sinking feeling in my stomach, that it was Friday. Fuck. Trevor usually got up early for Tennis or Crew practice, but I guess on Fridays practice wasn’t until the afternoon, and Trevor didn’t have any Friday classes, so he slept in late. I silently cursed my luck.
Thinking about classes reminded me that I had one at 11:30. Even if Trevor woke up in time, would he let me go?
I also suddenly realized something: I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday, and I was starving. I was very, very thirsty, and on top of all that, I had to pee — something else I had not done since the start of my captivity yesterday afternoon. Gradually, the urgent need to eat, drink and piss overwhelmed even my desperate need to cum — I was beginning to worry that I wouldn’t be able to hold it, and would have to piss on the dorm room floor. I had a bad feeling Trevor would punish me severely for doing that. I gritted my teeth and held it in.
As the minutes ticked by with unbearable slowness, I began to wonder if maybe I should try to wake Trevor up. The only comfort of my situation at the moment was that I was ungagged — I could try to rouse him. Maybe by licking his feet? Again, it seemed to risky — I thought that waking Trevor up was just asking for punishment, no matter how submissively I did it.
I was tempted to try to escape. Maybe if I started screaming as loud as I possibly could, someone would hear and come to my rescue? Of course, I couldn’t deny that my cock was loving every minute of this — for the entire time I’d been tied up, at the total mercy of my big jock frat boy roommate, I’d been more turned on and harder than I could ever remember being. But for God’s sake — I had to get out of here at some point! I had to eat, drink, pee and cum! I had to go to class!
I decided that screaming would be suicidal. No one would come in time. Trevor would punish me terribly, I was sure. Who knew what he might try? Paddle me another 20 times? Or 64? Or another 84? I shuddered. Or he could do worse. I was totally at his mercy. I just shut my eyes and tried to pass the time.
I could hear people moving back and forth in the hallway outside our dorm now — doors opening and shutting, people laughing — but still Trevor slept. Finally, with the sun high in the sky, I heard him stir at last. His feet shifted back and forth and his toes curled up and down as he yawned, stretched, rubbed his eyes, and sat up sleepily. His eyes fell on me, exactly where he had left me, and I saw his sleepy eyes twinkle momentarily with an amused superiority and smugness. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he simply clambered out of bed. In spite of everything, I found myself checking out his bronzed, muscular body — his hairless six pack, his buff arms, his broad shoulders, and his strong, masculine hairy legs, as he put on his flip-flops and grabbed his towel, still wearing nothing but his tight underwear.
I was tempted to ask at this point to be allowed to pee. But my punishments from the night before were still all too fresh in my mind. I waited.
Trevor went into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the sound of him brushing his teeth again, running water as he shaved, and then a long stretch of time as the shower ran. When he finally reemerged, he was dripping wet, and was in the process of toweling off.
I stayed silent as he put on his deoderant, and then a pair of workout shorts and T-shirt with the crew team logo on it. He reached into his dirty laundry and pulled out a pair of socks — I guess he hadn’t been kidding about not having any clean socks! — and then reached for his sneakers. It was only then that I dared to speak.
“Please sir,” I said timidly, breaking the silence. “Please, don’t be angry with me sir . . . but I really really have to pee, and if I don’t get a little food and water soon I think I might pass out . . .sir.”
Trevor looked annoyed. “Fucking-A, dude. I’m gonna be late for practice.” He seemed to consider my request. I held my breath.
“It’d be pretty sweet if I just let you piss yourself,” he said, with a little smirk. He saw my begging eyes. “Alright, FINE, my little bitch. Only cuz I’m in a good mood.”
Trevor kept my hands tied and handcuffed behind my back, but he untied everything else. I can’t begin to describe the relief that washed over me as I was allowed to actually stand up straight and walk. I was still wearing the dog collar, of course, and Trevor led me into the bathroom by the leash (our bathroom is completely filthy, since Trevor and I are awful about cleaning it, and I usually try not to go in their without shoes of some kind, but of course this time I didn’t mind). While he looked on, still holding the leash in one hand, I let out a sigh of relief and allowed my bottled up piss to be released into the toilet bowel. Under normal circumstances, I would be humiliated by having another guy watch me while I pissed, but given what I’d already been through with Trevor, this felt like small potatoes.
Leading me back into the main room, I was terrified Trevor was going to retie me to the coffee table. He did . . . but he only connected my ankles to the table legs, thus allowing me to lie down on the floor on my back. My legs were still spread, of course, and my wrists, still tied and handcuffed behind my back, were now pinned underneath my body. But compared with what I had been dealing with for the last eighteen hours, this was pure heaven.
Trevor even brought me a nalgene bottle filled with water, held it above my face, and poured the water down my throat as I gratefully lapped it up.
I decided, once again, to push my luck. “Sir . . .permission to speak, sir?”
Trevor grunted. “If you fucking have to. Make it fast.”
“Thank you sir. Sir, I have a very important class at 11:30, and there’s a big paper due today, and I was wondering . . .”
Trevor cut me off. “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he guffawed. “You wanna go to a class? Forget it, cum breath. You’re not going to any classes today.”
Finally, before he left the room, he went over to our fridge, opened it, and got something out.
“Here,” he said, with a little smirk. “You said you were hungry. So eat this.” He tossed it at me – two slices plopped down on the dirty dorm room floor with a disgusting little SPLAT. I looked at them – they looked old
“We need to get rid of it,” Trevor said matter-of-factly. “Some of the frat brothers and I ordered that pizza last month.” He picked up his backpack in one hand and his gym bag in the other. “If you’re so hungry, foot stool, go ahead and eat it off the floor. I promise, it’ll be better than any fucking class you could ever wanna go to. I’ll be back later.”
He left, locking the door behind him.
Trevor was gone for hours.
I was hungry enough that I was able to eat the pizza –barely. For one thing, it was hard to reach, since it was just lying on the floor next to me, and I was on my back with my hands tied behind me. I had to lift myself up, like I was doing an ab crunch, lean all the way over, and pick first one, then the other slice up using only my teeth. Eating both slices without using my hands was hard, not to say messy, and the pizza was pretty stale, even moldy, but I somehow managed to get it down. Having food and water made me feel slightly less desperate. But only slightly.
After that, I had nothing to do but lie there and wait for Trevor to come home. I tried to reach around to my hard dick, but I still couldn’t — as long as my hands were tied and cuffed behind my back, it was completely impossible. Eventually, from sheer lack of anything else to do, I feel into a fitful sleep.
I woke up to the sound of the door slamming. Trevor was back from his practice — as usual, dripping with sweat.
“Listen, dude,” he said hurriedly. He tore off his sweat soaked shirt, dropped it on the floor next to me, and pulled on a fresh new one as he talked. “I’m going out with some friends. I might bring `em back here later, so I want you clean this place up while I’m gone.” He leaned down and hurriedly untied my ankles from the legs of the coffee table, then unfastened the leash and took off the dog collar around my neck. He threw all the restraints into a big king soopers bag, and tossed that into his work out bag. “Just make sure the room looks neat when I get back.”
He grabbed his bag, and I realized he was already leaving again.
“Wait,” I said. “If you want me to clean . . . can’t you please untie my hands . . . sir?”
“No,” Trevor said shortly, heading for the door. “I don’t have time. Just improvise.” He glanced back at me. He paused, and jerked his head sharply toward the big trunk that he’d locked me in yesterday. “When you’re done, just climb back into that thing and make sure the lid closes. I don’t want you to be in the way of me and my friends, so you better stay in there and not make a peep.
He closed the door.
I studied it for a minute before I realized something important.
He’d forgotten to lock it.
My heart began to beat faster. The door was unlocked. I suddenly realized what this could mean: escape!
I hesitated. Did I dare? What if Trevor somehow managed to stop me? I shuddered — the consequences of that would be terrible.
There was also another nagging question in my mind — did I even want to escape? After all, I was never going to find another guy half as hot as Trevor who would play so well to my submissive side and my obsession with feet. But I quickly dismissed this thought. For any number of reasons, I had to escape. I couldn’t live my life at college like this for another day. Who knew what Trevor would decide to do to me next?
How would I do this, I wondered? I was still completely naked, as I had been since Trevor had made me strip before tying me up the day before. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I didn’t think there was any way that I’d be able to put on underwear or pants. Did I really dare to just walk out into the hallway, butt naked, with my wrists handcuffed behind my back? Even if I did, where would I go?
I decided quickly that I would go find an RA. Each freshman dorm had several RAs — seniors who the university paid to supervise the freshmen and, among other things, resolve any rooming disputes. There was always at least one on duty at any time — I could check on the big whiteboard at the end of the hall who was on duty this afternoon. Then I could go bang on his door, explain the situation, and make sure Trevor was kicked out of school before the week’s end.
I gritted my teeth. It was gonna be humiliating, but I could do it. Maybe, if I was lucky, I would manage to get through the hall without anyone other than the RA seeing me — it did sound pretty quiet, I thought encouragingly.
I waited a few more minutes, to make sure Trevor had really left the building, and wasn’t going to unexpectedly come back. Then, taking a deep breath, before I could change my mind, I walked up to the door. It took a few moments to maneuver my hands around the doorknob, but I managed to get a grip on it, turn it, and push the door open.
A few minutes later, I was standing outside of the RA’s room. I was lucky. The RA on duty — Collin — lived just one floor down from Trevor and I. I had taken the stairs, so I didn’t have to walk far, and I hadn’t seen anyone. I had never actually met Collin, and I was a bit nervous — this wasn’t exactly the best way to meet someone.
I couldn’t exactly knock, so I banged my head against the door. “Hello?” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. “Anyone there?”
There was no reply.
I tried again, louder. My head hurt this time from knocking. “Hello??”
The door suddenly opened, and I stumbled in.
“What the fuck?” I heard a voice exclaim.
“Hey . . . are you Collin?” I panted, looking up at him. He was tall.
“Uh . . . yeah . . .” the RA replied, staring down at me. I supposed I must have been quite a sight to see. I felt myself blushing with shame, but I pressed on.
“Boy am I glad to see you . . . uh, you mind letting me in and shutting the door a sec, I gotta talk to you about something.”
Collin hesitated, then shrugged. “I guess I can see that,” he said dryly. He moved aside, allowing me to come into the room, and shut the door behind me.
Collin wasn’t wearing a shirt — just a pair of workout shorts and flip-flops. Now that I had a second to breath, I realized that I recognized Collin. I’d always thought he was a real hunk — I had send him down by the campus pool a lot. I hadn’t ever realized he was an RA for our dorm — all I knew was that he was on the swim team, and worked as a life guard down by the campus pool, where I had occasionally seen him sunning himself, shirtless and wearing those flip-flops. He had a great sculpted body, a real athletic build, and a smooth boyish face. He had sandy blond hair, in contrast to Trevor’s jet dark hair, and he had terrific muscle tone. In spite of myself, I stole a glance at his flip-flops — he had big feet, masculine and dark — perfect lifeguard feet. I felt my aching cock stir again. I tried to focus — I had gotten plenty of that in the last few days, I reminded myself. I pressed on.
“Uh, so listen, I’m a freshman from the floor upstairs, and I got kinda a rooming situation to tell you about,” I began.
Collin studied me critically. “You wanna maybe take off those handcuffs first dude?”
“I . . . I can’t,” I stammered.
And then, giving him as few details as possible about the many things Trevor had made me do, I began to explain my predicament.
“Wow,” he said, sympathetically, when I had finished. “Holy shit. That’s some fucked up shit.”
I nodded. “Ya. You can say that again.” I was turned awkwardly away from Collin — being forced to recount what Trevor had done to me, even giving the most barebones possible summary, had embarrassingly caused me to spring yet another boner — something I was trying to conceal. I was sort of hoping Collin would offer me a towel or some underwear or something, but he hadn’t, and I didn’t really want to ask him.
“So . . . I guess you want to file a disciplinary action against Trevor, huh?” Collin said, getting up off the bed and going over to his desk.
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Yeah, that’s definitely what I want. And I also wanna new roommate right away.”
“Well, under the circumstances, that shouldn’t be too unreasonable. Let me see what I can do.” He grabbed two forms from a drawer and a pen, and brought them back to me. Both forms had the school logo emblazoned on them. One said “disciplinary proceedings filing” on the top, and the other said “roommate change request form.” Both had lines at the bottom that I was supposed to sign — the disciplinary proceedings filing also required the signature of an RA and the university dean of disciplinary action.
I looked at them. “That looks great,” I said. “The only problem . . .”
Collin finished the sentence for me. “. . . is that you can’t fill them out and sign `em with your hands cuffed behind you like that. Got it. That makes sense,” he said shaking his head and chuckling. “Wow. That’s just sick.” He paused. “So how do we take the handcuffs off?”
“Well . . . Trevor had a key up in the room . . . but I don’t know what he did with it.” I frowned.
Collin went to his closet, grabbed a T-shirt, and threw it on. “Hey, no problem, dude. I have a master key that opens up any room in the dorm. Why don’t you just wait here, and I’ll go up, search your room, and see if we can find the key.”
After dealing with Trevor for the last day, Collin was so warm and helpful that it almost made me want to cry. “Ah gosh . . . thanks . . . can’t tell you how much I appreciate it . . .”
“Don’t mention it man, it’s what we’re here for.” Collin headed for the door. “Oh, by the way, you gotta laptop, right?”
“Uh, yes . . .”
“Is it password protected?”
“Uh . . . yeah. Why?”
“The campus police are gonna do wanna do a search of your room. It’s a potential crime scene. And they’ll want to search the hard drives on both your and Trevor’s to make the search as thorough as possible. You better tell me the password now. That way I can talk to someone on the campus police force this afternoon, and they can search your room today –that’s the fastest way to get Trevor kicked out of the dorm.”
“Oh . . . ok.” I definitely wanted to get this whole thing resolved as soon as possible. I told him my password.
“Thanks,” Collin said, with a satisfied smile. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just . . . sit tight.”
I “sat tight” for a while. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, all I could really do was sit on Collin’s bed and wait for him to return. I closed my eyes, hoping that he’d come back with the key soon, and this whole thing would be over.
The clock on the wall seemed to move at a glacial rate. First an hour passed, then two. Where the hell was Collin?
As I waited, I felt myself getting horny once again. Fuck! I really, really needed to whack off — I’d been holding it in for way too long. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more. I had to get off NOW. I was through waiting.
How was I going to do it with my hands still cuffed behind my back? I was horny enough that I thought, if I just leaned forward on Collin’s bed, pressing my throbbing cock down on his comforter and crushing it under my body weight, then moving it around, that in my present state that would easily be enough to push me over the edge. But I didn’t want to cum on Collin’s bed — especially after all that he was doing for me.
I had an idea. His dirty laundry hamper! I spotted it over in the corner. If I could just dig a white shirt out of the bottom of that, and put it on top of his comforter, that would be fine . . . right?
Moving quickly, I trotted over to his dirty laundry hamper. The clothing on top was all dark stuff – I didn’t want to risk cum stains. Bending over and using my teeth, I sifted through the hamper, digging down until I found a white shirt.
Aha! I spotted one — it was an all white T-shirt, except for some big text printed on the front. That would be fine. I clutched it between my teeth — ignoring the powerful smell of dirty laundry – and went back to the bed, my cock drooling in anticipation.
Again using my teeth, I straightened the shirt out on the bed and prepared to lean forward on it.
Suddenly, unbidden, my eye fell on the words that were printed on the front of the shirt. I read them once. Then again. No way. It couldn’t be.
The shirt said “Delta Psi,” spelled out in both English and with greek characters.
It had to just be a coincidence, I told myself. Maybe he just happened to have a Delta Psi shirt that a friend had given him?
But why would he ever wear it? You didn’t wear a frat’s shirt on campus unless you were in it.
Maybe Collin had a roommate? But that couldn’t be either — there was only one bed.
- So he was in Delta Psi. Big deal! He was a different year from Trevor — he was a senior. Trevor was only a freshman like me.
Except . . . Delta Psi was a notoriously exclusive frat — they usually only took top athletes – and therefore pretty small. Trevor and Collin would have to know each other well. And Collin hadn’t given any indication that he knew Trevor. And given that they were frat brothers, Collin had accepted my account far too easily, and with far too little skepticism.
I stood up and trotted over to the door. I realized I had to get out of there . . . right away.
Except . . . right as I was trying to get my cuffed hands around the knob, the knob turned on its own, and the door opened.
“Going somewhere, you little bitch?”
Collin was standing there, grinning at me. And right behind him stood Trevor, grinning even more broadly.
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