In the morning Dale required a quick blow job before he let me go. At about 5:50, I bolted out of the cab of his truck like a bat out of hell, laptop under my arm, and raced to my parents' car to drive home.
When spring semester started and we were back at TU, I resumed my hellish existence as Tyler's (and Shelly's) complete and total slave - or, "good friend" and "cooperative roommate", as he preferred to call it. The first night back, Tyler said he was pleased enough with my "cooperation" (read, complete and total obedience, and submission to unspeakable humiliations) that he would allow me to release my three weeks' worth of pent-up cum. It ended up dripping off, and drying on, my face that night as I lay in bed.
He said he met with Kelly Smeltzer to discuss our progress, and gave her a very good report on me. He told me she was happy to hear about all we were doing and said Tyler was doing a fine job maintaining our "friendship".
I said, "Yeah, but... I mean... I'm sure you didn't tell her EVERYTHING that's going on."
"What do you mean? Sure I did."
"No, you couldn't have told her EVERYTHING. What about Dale?"
"Yeah, I told her about him."
"What?? What did you tell her?"
"Everything. I told her about your night in Dale's truck, and how we skyped with him and all that. Sure."
I was speechless for several minutes. I tried to process how this was possible. Was he really claiming he told Ms. Smeltzer about making me go to a seedy porn shop, "pick up" an old, fat trucker, and spend the night with him in his cab while he, Tyler, and Shelly all abused me? And Tyler is saying Ms. Smeltzer APPROVED of this, and thought it was an appropriate part of making me an agreeable and cooperative roommate?? There's just no way. As an employee of the university - as the Director of Resident Life, even! - there's no way she could condone what, first of all, amounted to slavery, and secondly, resulted in (what I considered) RAPE of one of the students whose welfare she was supposed to be guarding! No... way.
My first thought was to try and slip away from Tyler long enough to have another one-on-one meeting with Kelly Smeltzer. But I knew if I went to her office alone, the first thing she would ask me is whether Tyler knew I was there. She herself had approved of the rule (in fact, she had even independently thought of it) that I had to inform Tyler of my whereabouts at all times. I was overwhelmed by the sense of helplessness that came from knowing that she was the ONLY person in any position to help me in my predicament, yet she was also Tyler's greatest ally. Up until now, I thought that was only because she didn't know the full extent of Tyler's pervasive control over me. I thought if she knew ALL the details of what was going on, she would put a stop to the madness immediately. But now, Tyler was claiming that she really DID know all of it. And according to him, she approved!
I just had to find out if that was true. But I realized the only way I could talk to Ms. Smeltzer was if Tyler was present, too. There was just no way around it. So I asked Tyler, "Um... do you think... we could go and meet with Ms. Smeltzer... um... both of us together?"
"How come?"
"Well... um... I haven't seen her in a few months, but you have... um... I guess I'd just like to hear it from her that, uh... that she's pleased with everything... and ... um, I'd like to ask her if there's anything else she thinks I should do... or could do... you know."
Tyler shrugged. "Sounds good to me. I'll call her. She said I could call her anytime. She gave me her cell phone number."
She did? I thought. Then I heard Tyler say, "Kelly? It's Tyler. Hey. Good, good. You think Davey and I could come in to talk to you some time soon? You have any time today? OK. Yeah, that'd be good. Neither one of us has class then. OK. OK, I will. Thanks. Yep, we'll see you then."
He called her Kelly? When did he get on a first-name basis with Ms. Smeltzer? And why did she give him her cell phone number?
When we met her in her office, she locked the door behind us. She allowed Tyler to sit, but made me stand and drop my pants and underwear. She also cuffed my hands behind my back. As soon as she sat down behind her desk, where Tyler couldn't see her but I could, she loosened her skirt and put a hand down in her panties. She told me Tyler had told her all about winter break, and how he and Shelly had skyped with me, how they made me suck a dildo, and fuck myself with it, while they fucked, how Tyler took the chastity tube key with him to Kennesburg, and how, since I couldn't drive to where they were, I had to go the entire break without any relief for my pent-up balls. She said Tyler had told her about the night at the truck stop, with Dale, and how Dale enjoyed himself with me in his sleeper cab, while skyping with Shelly and Tyler.
Tyler had told her how he and Shelly had had the best sex they'd ever had over winter break, because my participation in their sex life made Shelly especially hot, how it was obvious that Shelly came like a waterfall watching, and listening, as Dale beat me with his belt. Ms. Smeltzer said she was thrilled that I was applying myself so well to Tyler and Shelly's "sex lessons", and that, truth to tell, all the stories Tyler told her made her "soooo wet" as well. And that included the story of how Dale had pissed into my mouth.
She was making no attempt to hide from Tyler the fact that she was fingering herself behind her desk. "Oh, my," Tyler said. "Kelly, are you playing with yourself back there? Hahaha."
She grinned widely and proudly admitted, "Yes, I am."
"Well... ha ... as long as you're doing that, and as long as Davey's right there, maybe you'd just rather have his tongue down there to help you out. I can't think of a better way for him to show his thanks for all you've done for us."
