An uptight college students gets a humiliating spanking from his blond Adonis roommate.
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College Roommate Spanked Part 1
by Allan Ross
Series: College Roommate Spanked
Rod walked down the dorm hallway checking the room numbers and wondering what kind of roommate the luck of the draw would give him. Officially, some staff person in the Housing Office matched roommates with each other based on little cards that prospective students filled out when applying to be a dorm resident. Rod doubted that much effort really went into matching up pairs of students out of the hundreds and hundreds who wanted dorm rooms. The whole thing seemed more like a PR job.
Ah! There it was—room 344--at the very end of the hall. It was a long way from the lobby and the main desk, but it had the advantage of being right next to the emergency exit stairs, only an advantage, of course, if you could use them without causing a fuss. Rod knocked on the door, in case his roommate was already there, but there was no answer. He unlocked the door, pushed it open and walked in. Damn, the room was small! He remembered checking out a couple of rooms earlier in the year when he had visited the campus to apply for admission, but he had forgotten how small they were. From the stuff lying on one of the beds and the stereo unit and books and papers spread out on one side of the desk area, it appeared his roommate had already claimed his space. But it wasn't a mess, which was reassuring. Rod didn't want to live in a cupboard with a slob.
Since the choice had already been made for him, Rod dropped his pack and suitcase on his bed and opened the closet on his side of the room. There were some hangers, but otherwise it was empty. At least the guy whom he would be living with hadn't claimed more than his share of the available space. Rod spent the next hour or so unloading stuff from his car and attempting to find a place for everything. He couldn't help glancing at some of the stuff belonging to the mystery roommate, hoping to get some idea of what he would be like. He appeared to be a business major and involved in the ROTC program from the decals and small banners tacked up on a bulletin board. That didn't bode too well, as Rod's major was Film & Communication, and he wasn't really into military stuff, particularly since the Vietnam War had finally ended and Rod didn't feel that whole adventure had been something to cheer about. Opening the other guy's closet for a quick look, Rod realized his roommate must be a big guy if the size of the clothes and shoes were any indication.
Rod had just shut the closet door and turned back to the desk area on his side when he heard the door open. A blonde, blue-eyed giant walked in. At least he seemed like a giant in that small room--he had to be over six feet and looked like a linebacker.
"So, you're my new roommate, huh?" the guy said, holding out his right hand and smiling. "Name's Chad."
"I'm Rod," Rod responded, grasping Chad's hand a little warily—God, the guy was big! "I hadn't realized the rooms were this small," Rod continued, even more conscious of how small the room was with Chad in it! Rod felt like he was about twelve, though he had never thought of himself as particularly small. Rod was about 5 foot nine and considered himself pretty fit as he played a lot of tennis and followed a modest exercise routine of pushups and sit-ups. But he felt like a little boy as he shook hands and raised his eyes from a large expanse of chest to see a handsome but friendly face smiling back at him.
"They're a little on the small side, but this is my third year here so I guess I've gotten used to it!" Chad replied, releasing Rod's hand and moving past him to pull out a chair. He turned it around and sat down, obviously intending to continue the conversation.
They talked for several minutes, finding out a little about each other. Chad was a senior this year, and Rod would be his third roommate. Chad liked this residence hall for the same reason Rod had chosen it—it was advertised as a "quiet" dorm so residents could study in their rooms. Chad explained that "quiet" was a bit relative, but compared to the noise and chaos that reigned in other residence halls on campus, Bratner really did qualify as a quieter dorm with more mature residents. Rod was a freshman, but was a little older than most as he had worked a couple years after graduating from high school—taking some time to decide what he really wanted to do. They both liked to keep things neat, and it looked like they were early risers, which promised to make living together easier.
Rod had remained standing while they talked, leaning against his closet. He felt less intimidated while Chad was sitting. He realized he was going to have to get used to feeling smaller and somehow younger, even though he was actually the same age as Chad—they had both turned 22 earlier that year. Chad invited Rod to join him and a couple friends for dinner in the dining hall so he wouldn't have to eat alone on his first night as a college student. Rod accepted the invitation and thought that this might work out after all.
The first couple days went by quickly as Rod sorted out his classes, got the stuff he needed, and learned how to share close quarters with another guy. Fortunately, Chad made a good roommate as far as living habits went. Their interests and politics diverged quite a bit, and Rod soon realized that a close friendship was unlikely. This was almost a good thing, because Rod couldn't help noticing what a hunk Chad was physically. Rod's attraction to guys was something he was a little uncomfortable with as he was somewhat reserved and shy and had not really had much of an opportunity to act on his feelings. Rod had figured that college might offer those opportunities more naturally. But he wasn't sure he was ready to deal with these feelings right out of the gate. He tried not to stare too obviously at Chad, but it was hard not to let his glance linger at times when Chad was pulling his t-shirt off while changing or getting ready for bed. It was even harder not to look at Chad's substantial package when stepping out of his trousers or coming back from the showers to finish toweling off before dressing. Chad was obviously relaxed about being naked in front of Rod, though Rod was not quite as comfortable when the situation was reversed. He still felt like a little brother somehow when they were together in their room.
Just a few days after the term started, Rod was startled awake at what seemed like the middle of the night by an incredible amount of noise out in the hall. It sounded like pans being struck together along with piercing whistles and noisemakers—all creating an amazing clamor. Several girls' voices could be heard shouting to get up, rise and shine, greet the day and so on.
"What in the hell is that?" Rod moaned, extremely unhappy at being awakened at 5:30am in the "quiet" dorm by such a clatter. He covered his head with his pillow and rolled over on his side facing the wall in a vain attempt to silence the noise.
"Those are the girls from the fifth floor giving us a wake-up call," Chad replied, obviously less bothered by it than Rod. "It's kind of a tradition here at Bratner when the term starts. Might as well get up."
Rod heard the creak of Chad's bed as his roommate got up, followed by the sounds Chad made as he gathered the stuff he needed to shave and shower.
"Come on, Rod. We'll get back at them in a couple days," Chad said. "Let's go have breakfast and you can meet some of them. There are some nice-looking ones—maybe you'll find your sweetheart, Rod, and you'll be glad she woke you up."
"Forget it!" Rod mumbled, his voice muffled by his pillow. "Nobody gets me up before I have to. Why the fuck do they let this happen in the quiet dorm?"
Whap! Chad gave Rod's butt a swift swat as he prepared to open the door and head down to the bathroom. "Don't be such a little prick, Rod," Chad said. "It's all in fun."
Rod was startled at the swat on his butt, but he didn't plan to get up. There were few things that pissed him off more than being awakened before he was ready or needed to be. The sounds had finally died down after a few pretend shrieks of surprise on the part of the girls as some of the guys opened the doors and stepped out in their underwear or pajamas to complain about the racket. Rod figured he could sleep at least another hour. Plus he didn't want to give Chad the impression that Rod would necessarily do what Chad wanted him to do.
Chad didn't make a big deal out of Rod's refusal to get up. He just let Rod doze when he returned from the bathroom, dressed and left for breakfast. Rod felt a little thrill of pride that he had established that nobody messed with his sleep. He had gotten up and was in the showers when Chad returned from breakfast and went off to class, so Rod didn't see his roommate until later that night.
They were both working at their desk space that evening when, shortly before the time they usually headed for bed, Chad put down his pen and turned to Rod.
"I was talking with some of the other guys on the floor today, and we've decided to pay back the fifth floor on Friday morning. We need to get up at about five to get ready. You'll join us, right?" Chad asked.
"Are you nuts?" Rod replied. "That's worse than this morning—it's even earlier. This whole wake-up thing seems kind of dumb. Isn't this supposed to be the quiet dorm?"
"Come on, Rod. We don't do it all the time. It's just a Bratner tradition. We've always done it, and it's fun. Why come to college if you don't want to do the things that make it fun? How much damage can it do you to get up early once?"
Chad's blue eyes stared right into Rod's brown ones as Chad made his points, and Rod felt a little quiver in his stomach. Jesus, the guy was hard to resist.
"All right, all right," Rod replied, giving in. "I'll do it this once. But that's all. I still think it's a dumb idea."
Chad smiled, causing another quiver in Rod's stomach. "I'll hold you to it, Rod." Chad replied. "A man's word is his bond, right?"
Chad turned back to his studying, leaving Rod a bit flustered. God, but the guy was cute, Rod thought. It was a miracle that Rod had actually heard what Chad had said, since he'd been admiring Chad's handsome face and wondering what it would be like to kiss Chad's remarkably appealing mouth.
When Chad's alarm went off at 5 o'clock the next morning, Rod felt like he had just put his head to the pillow to get some sleep. What a shitty idea this wake-up plan was. Rod groaned and turned over to face the wall, hoping he was making it clear that he wanted no part of Chad's payback effort.
"Come on, Rod," Chad said, "it's time to make the girls on fifth pay."
"Forget it," Rod replied. "I've changed my mind." He pulled the covers up over his shoulder and tried to relax back into sleep. Suddenly he felt Chad's hand on his shoulder pulling him over onto his back.
"Don't pull this, Rod," Chad said as he grabbed the covers and started to pull them down. "You said you'd do it. Don't make me get you out of bed—you won't like it. I'll give you a taste of what I give my little brother when he's an asshole."
"Hey!" Rod said, trying to grab the covers back. "I'm not your little brother, and you can't tell me what to do. Now go make yourself a pain in the ass on the fifth floor and let me get some sleep." Rod realized he was probably provoking Chad, but he didn't care. He deserved his sleep, dammit.
"All right, smart ass." Chad said. "You asked for it."
Chad reached down, grabbed the smaller lad under his arms and quickly lifted him up off the bed. Chad placed his left foot on the edge of Rod's bed, bracing himself a bit, and then threw Rod face down over his sturdy thigh so Rod's pajama-clad butt was pointing toward the ceiling.
"What the fuck?" Rod cried out, stunned and startled into complete wakefulness. He felt his pajama bottoms get shucked down to his knees and then he received a hearty smack on his exposed ass.
"Ow!" Rod shouted, not believing what was happening.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Chad gave several stinging slaps to Rod's ass, and then stopped for a minute, his big hand resting on Rod's warm bottom.
"So, you coming, or not?" Chad said, emphasizing his comment with another powerful slap. SMACK!
"Yes, yes, I'm coming. Let me up, you son-of-a-bitch." Rod said, gasping in humiliation and disbelief, trying to push himself up by grasping Chad's calf and shin. He realized to his embarrassment that his cock had stiffened and was rubbing up against Chad's bare leg.
"Okay," Chad said, helping Rod to stand and taking his foot off of Rod's bed. "We'll finish this discussion when we get back."
Red-faced, Rod turned away and stepped out of his pajamas, his cock jutting out a bit from under his pajama top. Jesus, he didn't see how Chad could have missed it. Why'd a guy's cock always act with a mind of its own? He grabbed a pair of briefs from a drawer and quickly pulled them on. Chad slept in boxers, so he was simply pulling on jeans and a sweatshirt. Nothing else was said, mercifully. But what had Chad meant by "finishing the discussion?" He couldn't mean that he was going to spank Rod some more, could he? Maybe Rod would just have to apologize for going back on his word, or something. As they hurried down the hall to join the others, Rod decided to break away as soon as he could, race back to the room and leave for breakfast without showering. He knew he'd feel little grimy, but he would shower after his first class when he knew Chad wasn't around. He didn't want to have the "discussion" any sooner than he had to.
Unfortunately, Rod couldn't get a chance to break away while they ranged up and down the length of the fifth floor, making all kinds of racket. Chad kept Rod right by him, grasping his arm occasionally and squeezing in a friendly fashion, saying things like "See, it's fun to raise a little hell, isn't it, Rod?" Jake, one of Chad's friends from their floor also stuck with Chad and Rod, encouraging the frustrated lad and making recommendations of what to do for maximum noise effects. Rod could hardly pay attention to what was going on as he worried about what was going to follow when he and Chad got back to their room.
After what seemed like a lifetime, but was only actually a few minutes, the group of young men clumped together, clapped each other on the back and then clattered down the stairs back to their own floor. Chad was talking to Jake sharing stories about the previous year and ended up at the back of the group, so Rod raced ahead to get back to the room to grab his pack and get on his way. He figured even if he met Chad in the hall on his way out, Chad wouldn't do anything with others milling about.
Unfortunately, it took just long enough for Rod to shove the books he needed into his pack and grab his jacket that Chad arrived just as Rod was opening the door to leave.
"Whoa, Rod, my friend. What's the rush?" Chad said, blocking Rod's way. "We've got some stuff to straighten out, or did you forget?"
Rod backed up, tried to smile, though his stomach was churning, and said," Oh. Right. I'm sorry that I kind of changed my mind at the last minute. But no harm done. We really paid the girls back didn't we?" He gave a somewhat feeble chuckle and continued, "I've got to get to an early class."
"Good try, Rod, but it's not going to work," Chad said, slipping the pack off of Rod's back and tossing it on the bed along with Rod's jacket before he had time to protest. "We're going to finish the discussion I started on your butt." With that, Chad turned Rod around, and then easily lifted the smaller lad up off his feet, encircling Rod's chest with one arm and using his right hand to grasp Rod between his legs.
"No, Chad. You can't," Rod cried, struggling ineffectively as his big roommate carried him over to the desk area, kicked out one of the chairs and sat down, lowering Rod across his lap.
"There's nothing that bugs me as much as someone who says one thing and means another Rod. And I'm going to make sure we start the year understanding each other," Chad said, moving the smaller lad a bit further across his slightly spread legs so Rod's butt arched into the air. WHAP!
Rod felt a solid swat on his butt and knew he was going to get spanked after all. He couldn't believe it, but didn't know what to do. Despite the absurdity of his position, he felt his cock stir and harden. God, this was embarrassing.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAPWHAPWHAP! Rod ass quickly began heating up, though his briefs and jeans offered some protection compared to the stinging slaps he remembered from the bare ass swats Chad had given him earlier that morning.
"All right, Chad. All right! I'm sorry, man," Rod said, the words punctuated by the powerful swats Chad was applying to his poor ass. "What do you want me to say?"
Chad stopped spanking Rod for a moment, resting his big hand on the smaller lad's buttocks. He actually rubbed his hand over Rod's butt, causing Rod to involuntarily clench and relax his ass cheeks as his cock hardened further.
"That's a start, Rod, but I know I haven't really got my message through," Chad said. "It's a bare ass that really takes instruction, I've found."
"No, please, don't," Rod begged, lifting his head in a vain attempt to free himself. But he just banged the back of his head on the underside of the wood plank that provided the desk surface. "Ow!" Rod gasped, realizing he was at Chad's mercy. He felt Chad hands unbuttoning his jeans and then locating the zipper and unzipping his fly. His erect penis surged free, though still constrained by his briefs, as Chad pulled the loosened jeans down over his hips and pushed them down to Rod's knees. Rod continued to protest, though to no effect, as his briefs followed his jeans down past his knees to his ankles. His engorged and leaking cock pressed up against Chad's crotch, rubbing against the denim of Chad's jeans, making Rod gasp at the sensation. He gripped the legs of the chair, trying to push himself up and off Chad's lap as Chad resumed the spanking. But he was helpless as Chad held him firmly down and delivered spank after spank to Rod's flushed and squirming bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! On and on and on, until Rod's buttocks were on fire. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! Despite the pain, Rod's dick was like iron and exquisitely sensitive to the movement back and forth as Chad's hand connected time and again to Rod's butt. God, he was going to shoot all over Chad's lap, if the spanking didn't end.
"Please, please PLEASE," Rod shouted, not caring if the guys next door could hear. "I'll be good. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want. Please don't spank me anymore."
"Now that's more like it," Chad said, giving Rod a final, stinging slap. SMACK! "I think the message got through." But instead of letting the chastened lad up immediately, he rubbed Rod's hot and aching bottom, his fingers actually moving into Rod's crack. That was all it took. To Rod's horror and humiliation, he came with a powerful cry.
"A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" He couldn't remember ever coming so long and so hard. The hot, creamy fluid spurted out again and again, coating his stomach and Chad's jeans. Finally, the spasms ended, and Rod hung over Chad's lap, spent and unable to get up, Chad's hand still warm on his tingling buttocks. How could he look Chad in the face? He wished he could die right now.
But after a few seconds, Chad helped Rod up, the humiliated lad's relaxing cock still dripping, the light dusting of hair on his belly matted and glistening. He briefs and jeans were bunched up at his ankles, and his shirt had ridden up around his chest. He looked at Chad, red-faced, fearing what Chad would say. But the big guy just smiled and stood up as well.
"Well, I think we both need to get cleaned up now," Chad said, grinning. He looked down at his crotch and Rod looked also. He saw the wet, shiny evidence of his ejaculation that he expected to see, but he also saw a big bulge at Chad's crotch stretching part way down his thigh that made it clear that Chad had more on his mind in spanking Rod than just making a point about honesty. Rod blushed, and his cock started to stiffen again.
"Not now, Roddy," Chad said, turning Rod toward the door and giving him a soft slap on his tender, tingling ass. "You need to worry about how you're going to explain your bright red butt to the guys when you're down at the showers.
"shit!" Rod said, realizing that there would be unmistakable evidence that he had just got a sound spanking from his roommate. Even if the guys next door were deaf, how was he going to hide his glowing ass cheeks from the other guys waiting to shower or drying off in the waiting area? What a way to start the term.
Allan Ross