On the form to land a dorm roommate you could put whether you were a neat person. Or quiet. Or a hundred other personality traits. What wasn’t listed on there, but perhaps should have been, was a place to mark “I don’t want to be roomed with a sexual sadist.”
Alas, James couldn’t click that box and so here he found himself on a Saturday night. Freshly spanked and freshly fucked, sperm still leaking out of his ass into thick diapers. Gagged and muzzled. Shackled and restrained. Drugged. Moaning. His roommate/master Ted had told him “I might release you in time for your 8 a.m. class Monday. If you’re a good boy.”
If? What else could he do but lay there, helpless, filling his diapers, moaning and groaning in pain and misery and humiliation. He didn’t know if doing so would please his roomie and make him a good boy or anger him and make him a bad boy? And if he was a bad boy and upset his master?
“You’ll be waddling into that chemistry class in three diapers. Messy diapers. A paci attached to your shirt, me holding your hand and carrying an extra diaper. I’ll do it, you fucking faggot. What do you think those girls you flirt with in class will think, huh? Huh?”
So he’d try to be good. It was terrifying how easily Ted had started to dominate James, starting on their first goddamn night in the dorm, right after his parents had dropped him off.
“Hey. Just so you know. You’re going to keep this place clean. And when I have a chick in here you’re gonna sleep somewhere else. And if I want you to write a paper for me you’re gonna. And if I want to take some of that nice food your mommy left you I will. And if I want you to buy me beer you’ll do it. And if you don’t…I’m going to fuck you up, man.”
James had been terrified. And yet why didn’t he stand up for himself? Or call his parents? Or tell someone at the school. Instead he muttered okay.
That set the tone for everything that followed. James the nerd did indeed write papers for his roomies. And give him him food. And find people to buy beer. And then one weekend Ted got mad at James for not making up his bed and put him over his knee and spanked him right then and there. James tried not crying out. “Let it out,” Ted taunted. “Everyone already knows you belong to me.” Then the tears came as the thrashing continued.
Ted started dressing him up and tying him up. Sometimes in panties and bras. “Make you real cute.” Then came the diapers. “You don’t deserve to be pretty like a girl. You’re a subhuman slut.” The restraints came, sometimes overnight, sometimes over multiple nights, like this weekend. Then the blowjobs came. And finally the ass-fuckings, James bent over, gagged, taking Ted’s cock, then being tossed on the bed and put back into his diapers.
It was coming time for the freshmen to figure out where they’d live and with who for sophomore years. Ted had already told James “you’re mine next year too. Maybe by junior year I’ll give your ass away to someone else.”
James’ parents thought Ted was “just the nicest guy” anytime they visited, though James’s mom did inquire one weekend when it seemed her son was sore every time he sat down. And did she…did she hear a crinkle one time? For his part Ted toyed with the idea of having his toy strung up and diapered up sometime when James’ parents walked in. Could be fun. Was going to be fun taking him to class Monday too in his diapers. Because whether James was a good boy or bad, the fact was he would be outed Monday. It’s what diaper fags deserved.
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