You don't have to be signed in to vote. All rights are reserved by the author HELL HOUSE by Randy MacAnus Chapter 2 There were a number of young men who lived in the building that had either figured out, or been told, that a white freshman wearing nothing but running shorts, and a slave collar, was someone's bitch, and available for fucking and humiliation, when they were dressed that way. And while most of the these young men were gay tops, some were straight, but perfectly willing to degrade another guy, and get their rocks off at his expense, if they were horny enough. No one would know who this year's slut (or sluts) would be. But classic they would know him when they saw him in running shorts and the collar. And nothing else. They also knew about the laundry room and the mail room, though not the schedule, which varied, in case I was enslaving more than one boy, or wanted to change things up. So I was confident the boy had more pain and humiliation coming his way this evening. “Jimmy” slowly opened the apartment door, and peeked out into the hall. It was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped out into the hall, with the laundry hamper cradled in his arms. Not yet knowing what stairwells led where, he took the elevator down to wash the lobby. Big mistake. He stepped out of the elevator and crossed to the building directory, to see where the laundry room was. In the basement at the back of the building. He returned to the elevator, but it had been called to another floor. Not yet knowing any alternate routes, pretty Jimmy, in his tiny purple running shorts, slit up the sides all the way to the waistband, waited for the elevator's return. When the door opened, out stepped a couple of skinny Emo nerds. They took one look at Jimmy, and cracked up Car laughing. Jimmy blushed crimson, right down to his toes. When Jimmy tried to get on the elevator, one of the nerds put a restraining hand against his chest. The other came up behind the beautiful twink, and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Jimmy's first impulse was to drop the hamper and beat the crap out of them. His second was to drop the japanese hamper and pull up his shorts. The third was complete confusion. He wasn't sure what to do in this specific situation. But there was a hand in his chest. So he stood there and did nothing, lowering his head in vintage abject humiliation, as the doors to the elevator closed. “So you're the new building bitch,” said the boy in front of him. “Very hot. You're going to be quite popular!” At that, both Emo boys cracked up laughing. The boy in front of him took the hamper out of Jimmy's hands, and set it down. The boy behind him took Jimmy's wrists, and guided his hands up to the back of his head. Both boys then took a step back to check out the naked little twink. Jimmy just stood there, his slender defined body fully exposed, running shorts around his ankles. His big blue eyes displayed his humiliation and terror. “Never.” She replied. “Protection?” It was possibly the least sexy thing to say right now, but it needed to be asked. I almost asked her to fuck me right here, not caring we were in the cafeteria. The park was great, it was as relaxing as walking along the beach; and with clothes on too. At japanese least, not technically. Mother smells delicious.” Zina and I went into the house, she led me directly to my bedroom. This was totally out of the box for me and I looked at Kyle for approval which he gave with a nod. By the time we finished our drills on Friday, we both became quite comfortable around each other. A second shadow came out, but this time she recognized her bracelets and lasso in their hand. The wolf vintage jerked his hips a few more times, ensuring he Car was tied firmly to his pink furred lover before he relaxed. Jenn walks up and takes her cup from me giving my cock a gentle squeeze with her free classic hand. She stands, with Miso's help, and clasps her torn dress, in an effort to regain some modesty. The smooth lubed skin hidden between the folds of her ginormous swollen labia that she sported. “Hold on, girls, I want to try something.” Angela - 5’6” 135 lbs, light olive colored skin, long wash light brown hair, brown eyes, 34D breasts with quarter sized areolas, pink nipples with a thin brown strip of hair above her pussy. Now I'm gonna show you how your kitty works baby. She licked her lips and moaned, “Mmm, is that your daughter's pussy I tasted on your lips, Mrs. Sampson?”