College Days Ch. 7 -- Catching a thief
My roommie and I had noticed that things kept disappearing from our room, but we had no idea who was doing. We were in our second semester of the first year and figured that it had to be a new guy in the dorm. We were missing snacks, drinks, sometimes shorts and underwear would be gone. We both special ordered our underwear because you couldn't buy kinky stuff locally. I decided that we should spring a trap over the upcoming four day weekend. We spread the word that we would be gone, as most everyone would, but we told everyone we were leaving early on Wednesday, instead of Thursday. My roommate really was leaving on Wednesday midday, so it worked out well. His car was gone and everyone thought we'd be leaving together.
We set up a video camera that morning and set a timer on it to record an hour after we left. It was a six hour tape, so we thought surely we catch whoever it was during that time.
We did a quick sixty-nine on each other, then headed out. We drove off campus and he dropped me off at a local diner. I ate, waited awhile, then headed back. I had been gone about five hours, so I knew the tape would still have two hours to go, but figured I could hide in the closet if someone came in.
Instead, as I approached our dorm room, I could see that the door wasn't pushed all the way shut and I saw a distinct shadow cross past the thin crack. I decided to go ahead and confront whoever it was in there. So, I snuck up to the door and peeked in.
I was surprised to see that it was Mark, a new student who came in at the beginning of the semester. I had seen him around several times, but hadn't paid much attention to him. He was very short, probably only five foot six or so. He was skinny too, not more than ninety five pounds tops. He had short dark red hair and his skin was white and looked flawless. He was wearing short gym shorts, a t-shirt and athlete socks with no shoes.
I flung the door open quickly, grabbed him and threw him to the floor. I was sitting on his back and easily grabbed both arms, pulling them tight behind his back. Holding him in this position, I said, "What the fuck are you doing in my room?"
He squirmed around, but couldn't get loose, he replied, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't kick my ass!!"
"You fucking prick! Why are you stealing shit from us? Don't you have your own crap?" I yelled, tightening my grip on his arms.
"Ahhggg! I'm sorry! I can't help it! I just...I'll pay it back!" he said, crying in pain as I pulled his arms tighter.
I moved his hands to where I could hold them with only one hand and then I reached over to my desk and grabbed a roll of duct tape. I quickly wrapped the tape around his hands while he squirmed to get loose.
After getting his hands taped, I got up off of him and pushed the door shut, locking it. I helped him off the floor and sat him on the edge of my bed.
"Okay, look over there," I pointed to where the camera was hidden, of course the lens was in plain site, "I've got you and I'm calling the campus cops to come get your ass. You are done here." I said, in a hateful tone as I reached for the phone.
"Wait! Please wait!" He exclaimed, turning from the camera to me, "Don't turn me in, I'll pay it back, I swear!"
I picked up the phone and started dialing the campus cops when he started to cry, tears running down his face, he said, "Please! I'll do anything you want! Anything! Just don't turn me in!"
I thought for a minute, then sat the phone down. I turned to Mark and said, "Anything?"
He nodded, tears still streaming down his face.
"Answer me!" I yelled, "Did you say you would do 'anything'?"
"Yes! I'll do whatever! I'll pay it back, I'll buy new stuff! Whatever!" he exclaimed, choking back more tears.
"Okay, stop crying, I'm sure we can come up with several things that you can do to make it right." With that, I hung the phone up and walked over to him, stopping to get my scissors of the desk.
His eyes widened when he saw the scissors, "what are you going to do with those?" he asked.
I didn't answer, I just grabbed his collar and started cutting towards the arm hole.
"HEY! What the fuck! This is a new t-shirt!" He yelled, withering to get away.
I reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts and squeezed hard. He stopped squirming and groaned in pain.
"Look you little prick, you just said you would do anything not to get turned in, so you will do anything I say! And I do mean anything! If you resist or fight, I'll hurt you and turn you in! You hear me?"
He nodded, groaning through the pain that I was inflicting by squeezing his cock and balls.
I released his balls and said, "Listen, you're going to be my slave for the next four days. Most everyone is gone, so you'll be in here, doing whatever I say. If we go anywhere, you will do exactly what I say. If you don't then the tape is going to the cops and you are going home, are we clear?" It then dawned on me that the tape was still recording and would be for at least an hour.
"But, I'm not, I'm not...going to have to do gay stuff am I?" he stammered.
"What do you consider gay stuff? I'm not gay, I enjoy both sexes!" I said, "besides, you said anything. That means you'll do whatever I say. Period!"
I then went back to cutting the t-shirt off. Once I had it cut out to the arm holes, I pulled it down to the floor. This way the shirt could come off without me having to untape his hands.
His chest was bare, with bright pink nipples against the completely white, untanned, unmarked skin. His stomach was thin and hairless too. He was slightly trembling as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them to the floor. He was wearing a pair of black jockey shorts, which made his white skin glow even more.
"Wait! Please! I don't...I can't!" he stammered.
"You don't what? Can't what?" I asked, as I slid his underwear down to join the shorts and t-shirt that were already on the floor.
"I don't want to be naked, I can't do anything gay, I'm not gay!" he exclaimed again.
Well, now here he was. Hands tied behind his back, naked, and his cock was sticking straight out from his body, hard as a rock. His cock was only about four inches long and was about as big around as a half dollar. He had a small patch of dark red pubic hair that was wispy at best, probably two swipes of a razor and he'd be bare. I didn't say anything, I just pulled his arm requiring him to turn around. As he did, I was presented with a perfect butt. It was heart shaped and tight and flawless, like the rest of his body. I turned him back around to face me.
"I see," I said, wrapping my hand around his erect cock, causing him to gasp out loud, "You may not be gay, but your cock seems to like the fact that you are naked, tied up and that I'm touching it."
He didn't reply at first, he just dropped his head and then he finally said, "I get horny whenever I'm naked, I can't help it. That doesn't mean that I'm gay though."
I stroked his cock gently back and forth and said, "No, and because I like naked guys too, doesn't mean that I am. It just means that we're doing what makes us feel good. This does feel good, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yea, it feels great," he said, a small grin on his face.
I released his cock and began pulling off my own clothes. Within seconds, I was as naked and as hard as he was. I then said, "But, here is the problem, you aren't supposed to feel good, you are supposed to be making me feel good, doing whatever I tell you to do," with that, I placed my hands on his shoulder and pushed him downward. He got slowly to his knees, his face now even with my raging cock, which was dripping precum.
"I've only done this once before," he admitted.
"Well, you now get your second time," I replied placing my hands on the back of his head and moving his face forward. His lips were now nearly touching my cock as I said, "this isn't going to be like the last one, though, I'm going to fuck your mouth and your throat. If you gag, and I think you will, spit up the spit but you'll only be allowed to take my cock out when I say so."
He didn't reply, he just stared at my cock.
"Open your mouth," I ordered. He did. I then slid his head forward as I stepped forward. I watched as my cock slowly entered his mouth. I felt the tip come into contact with the back of his throat and I felt his gag reflex kick in. I backed off just about an inch to let him gain control of it again and then roughly shoved my cock back in. Again, he gagged, this time I just kept fucking his throat. He gagged repeatedly and I could see and feel large amounts of spit gushing from his mouth. He looked up as I held his head still, my cock deep in his throat, he had tears running down his cheeks as he continued to fit the gagging.
"You are now my bitch! Do you understand?" I said.
He nodded, my cock sliding outward until just the tip was in his mouth. He opened his mouth to take a deep breath, and a huge amount of spit gushed out and down his chin onto his chest, running a river to his cock and onto the floor.
"Are you ready for more?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm ready," he said, opening his mouth back up.
I then rammed my cock back into his mouth and continued to face fuck him until I felt my cum boiling up. Just as I was ready to cum, I quickly pulled out of his deep sucking mouth and jerked myself off. My first wad of cum landed squarely on his nose, the next on his left eye, then his right. My last two shots landed on his forehead and right cheek. My sticky cum was slowly oozing down his face as he looked up at me, still breathing hard from the face fucking he'd been receiving.
