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Chapter 11 – Dorm Mother
“We shouldn’t hoard him all to ourselves, let’s take him back to the dorm.” I hear somebody say. More shouts of encouragement as I’m yanked up to my feet.
There’s more whipping of my ass and balls by belts as I’m led down the path to the dorm. If I try to turn and block with my leg an incoming belt headed for my nuts, I am left even more vulnerable to someone else whom I have turned toward. The girls figure this out quickly and are now making it a game. As one girl takes her whip back to swing it at my privates, another one on the side that I instinctively turn towards is already swinging and I catch the full force right on the front of my balls. “WHAP” “AAHHH!!!” as I immediately turn back the other way the first girl is just completing her swing and hits the same place on my balls that is still stinging. “SMACK” “NNNOOO!!!”
This continues all the way back to the dorm. As we walk into the lobby of the dorm, which is about twelve stories high, the leader says, “OK girls, keep tiny dick Jack down here while I go get some supplies.”
The leader disappears as the elevator doors close behind her. I’m thinking this dorm is so big it actually has an elevator. How many women did it hold? I was about to find out.
As we are standing in the lobby, the girls are pushing in for a better look at me. I can feel their eyes enjoying the humiliation in my face, as they know I’m watching them shift their gazes from my pleading eyes down to my privates. As they get bolder with their increasing numbers, some start probing my and grabbing my dick and squeezing my balls. Some are slapping my ass and thighs with their hands. I feel like a piece of meat helplessly on display for their amusement.
As the elevator doors open, there stands the leader with her “supplies”. She is sitting on a bar stool which is puzzling and she has some paper, tape, and to my dread a bag of clothespins. “I liked his owners suggestion that Jack likes to feel clothespins on his pathetic little dick, so I thought we should oblige, but with a twist.” She giggles “No pun intended.”
She takes a few of the girls aside and has a hushed conversation with them. “Great idea.” I hear from one of them. “This is going to be great fun.” From another, and “He should be grateful for having us introduce him to a whole dorm full of girls.” “Yea, this will be a good little ice breaker for him.” Laughter erupts as I get a sick feeling as I see a couple of the girls retrieve the ropes that they used on me at the fence.
They take me into the elevator and I notice that it has a hand railing around three sides. The bar stool was along the back and seat was at about the same level as the handrail. The girls force me up on the stool and tie my hands tightly to the back rail. Next they looped the ropes around each ankle and pulled them up and apart. As they held my ankles in place other girls lashed them securely to the front end of the side rails. They pulled my ass forward on the bench and made sure that all the lashings were good and tight.
I am beet red and trying to wiggle free. “NO, NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”
It seemed to be an entertaining sight to them. Some were even slightly blushing themselves and covering their mouths with their hands. Others were gasping in awe. The leader and her helpers were right in front of me admiring their work as they looked from my helpless distressed eyes down to my splayed out privates.
My legs were obscenely stretched out to the sides and with my butt being pushed up to the front of the stool, the bottom of my balls were pointing straight out to the front. I’m sure that they could easily see all the way back to my ass hole. I can’t move an inch and I’m completely on display and vulnerable to anything the coeds wanted.
The leader comes up and takes the leash off of my dick, which gave me some momentary relief. She then looped the clothespin bag around my neck and taped a message to my chest. She takes out a couple of clothespins and pins them on each side of my dick near the base. She says, “Need to leave a couple of ‘samples’ so that the girls understand what to do.”
She twists the pins in opposite directions. “UUUUUMMMMPPHHH!!” I had already forgotten how painful simple clothespins could be when attached to your dick or balls, especially when they are twisted.
“That ought to about do it, wouldn’t you say girls?” They all back out of the elevator and the leader reaches around and pushes the button for floor 12.
My tortured humiliated mind is going nuts as the doors close and I am alone. I am thrashing uselessly against my secure bondage. If the elevator stops and the doors open, the first thing anybody will see pointing right at them is my stretched out dick and balls. AND THEY WILL ALL BE CLOTHED FEMALE STRANGERS.”
The elevator goes all the way to twelve and seems like it takes forever. I’m again for some reason thinking of Nina and how she had pleaded with me to stop and not look at her naked body or fondle her breasts and I just laughed in her face. I felt sorry for her now and was beginning to think that this was some sort of Karma for what I did way back then.
I decide to pathetically close my eyes, as the doors open, like that’s going to make anything better. Silence. I open my eyes and there is nobody there and I take a deep breath.
I start down and I now stop at floor ten. There certainly are coeds behind that door, why else would we stop. As I brace for a renewed wave of humiliation and embarrassment, silence. Again nobody. This is excruciating. I’m thinking about the twins and how much they would enjoy this. They always like the long drawn out humiliation scenes where they know that I know the inevitable. Each time the door opens there is the chance of several beautiful coeds seeing anything they want of me, laughing at my predicament, and inflicting pain to my privates. AND IT STARTS ALL OVER AGAIN WHEN THE DOORS CLOSE AND I’M ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS UNTIL THE DOORS OPEN TO A NEW BATCH OF CLOTED STRANGERS.
I’m holding my breath with my eyes closed when I stop at floor nine. Silence, and as I open my eyes the hallway erupts with gasps and laughter. I am beet red and want to disappear. “Oh my god, look at that.” There are cool coed hands all over my body, poking and probing. Some go immediately for my shriveled up dick. I can’t believe that here I am again completely spread out and exposed and female strangers are pulling on my dick and twisting and pulling on my balls. The constant feeling of helpless humiliation has again made my dick retract almost completely back under my foreskin making me look almost like I’m not circumcised.
The one in the middle says, “Hey, there’s a note.” I had forgotten about the note as she starts reading out load. “My name is jack, I like to have clothespins placed all over my dick, balls, and ass. Can you please each help me by placing one anywhere you want? Also, if there is any other ideas you have to hurt my genitals or humiliate me further, that would be helpful as well.” I just slump to more laughter and pointing.
The one reading the note reaches in the bag for a clothespin and snaps it in place on the front of my scrotum. “UUPHH!” as she says, “This is great fun, what a way to start the day off.”
There are five girls on the elevator as the doors close and we start down. The other four comply with my “request” to have my privates painfully covered with clothespins. They are all laughing and one of them is twisting two of the clothespins on my nuts. The pain makes me cry out “NNNOOO!!!” Another coed surprises me, and with my mouth open screaming, she places a clothespin right on my tongue.” More laughter as I try unsuccessfully to displace it with my lips.
More twisting off the pins on my balls elicits a “UUULLLPPPPHHH!!!” from me and another pin is on my tongue.
“Hey he sounds like he has a lisp with those thing on his tongue.” More laughter as we stop at the fourth floor.
More surprised gasps from the hall as three more coeds are gasping. “Wow, what are you guys doing.”
“It’s OK come on in for a closer look at Jack.” Now a couple of the original girls are stooping down to get a closed look at my abused privates and are pinching and poking at my reddened ball sack.
The newcomers quickly settle down and join in the festivities. One of them stretches the head of my dick straight up so that the others can have easy access to the front of my shaft where they all deposit their clothespins in a straight line from the tip down. I lisp through the pins on my tongue, “OOOLLLPPHH!!!”
We reach the lobby and as the doors open there is a round of applause from the now probably 30 coeds crowded around for the show. I’m thinking that it’s all so surreal, how could this really be happening, I must be dreaming, somebody pinch me.
The leader is there like on cue. She pinches me all right, but I don’t wake up, she is just placing a new clothespin right on the tip of my dick and I fully realize that this is intensely real.
The uncertainty of not knowing if new clothed female strangers were in the hall each time the elevator stopped coupled with the renewed embarrassment each time that there were, made this the most humiliating torture yet. To be completely helpless and stretched out naked for all to see in a public place and to be presented to random female strangers at any point was distressing and overwhelming feeling. So I am truly relieved that this part of my humiliation is over.
“OLH MLY GOOLD NNOOOLL!!!” I lisp as I look in horror as the leader calmly hits the button for 12 and ducks out the closing door.
I’m thinking, “NO, NO, IT CAN’T BE, IT’S STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN!”
I’m alone in my thoughts as the elevator inches towards my next embarrassing encounter. Although I have experienced considerable pain in the last 24 hours, the most excruciating part for me is the absolute helplessness of looking in a new stranger as she looks me in the eyes and then I watch her shift her gaze to my stretched out privates and laughs at me when I plead for her to stop. I guess the only thing worse would be if all of the clothed women knew me before they see me like this. (It would be a few more hours until I realize how true this part is.)
I am brought back to the here and now when the door opens on floor 12.
Again, I’m lucky in that the hall is empty. Maybe everyone has gone to class by now I’m thinking as the doors close.
No such luck.
I made it to nine and no further. Gasps by two beautiful blue-eyed blonds standing at the door. They’re looking around seemingly not knowing what to do as they slowly enter the elevator and the door closes. They are both turning red as they nervously giggle and whisper to each other.
I’m pathetically actually trying to turn away from these naive girls as they slowly look down to my dick and balls.
We only make it one floor and the door opens again. Again imagine the surprise factor of seeing a naked man in the elevator and not just a naked man, but one with legs stretched out obscenely and tied securely with a complete view of his privates from the tip of his dick to his butt hole and everything in-between.
Four more coeds come aboard and are more aggressive and less shy that the first two.
Again the embarrassing ritual of reading the note out loud. The one who reads the note immediately takes clothespins in each hand and places them far back behind my balls on the sensitive place that the twins have now claimed as their own – they would be proud of this girl.
As she moves to the side to show off her work, she notices the first two blonds are standing back and still blushing with their hands covering their faces and peeking out between their fingers.
“You two are such prudes, neither one of you has probably ever even seen a dick before.”
“I have to, I saw my brother in the shower once.”
“Oh boy, what a woman of the world.” The brave four all laugh.
“Come on look at him and touch him wherever you want. It’s not like he can do much about it.” As she looks in my eyes, I can feel myself turn a darker share of red.
The one with “the brother” slowly approaches looking in my eyes the whole time.
“Come on, get on with it, touch him and abuse him or we’re telling everybody you are both virgins.”
The one in front of me blushes more as she slowly turns her gaze downward. I just want to disappear for about the twentieth time since yesterday. This one is the most humiliating yet; my dick is her first one she has seen. And it’s not the normal event of a girl seeing her first dick in the privacy of a darkened back seat of a car with her first boyfriend. No, her first dick is mine, which is on display to her, and all of her friends in a public, well-lit elevator splayed out like some sick biology experiment.
I start squirming in vain to get away as she squats down in front of me. She is getting a little braver now that she sees I can’t get away or defend myself.
She slowly reaches out and touches the tip of my dick as she looks back up to my eyes, which makes it more excruciating. Her touch is cool against my abused member. She slowly moves her fingers around my shaft touching it all over. As she gets more enthusiastic, she starts using both hands to rub my dick and balls and pulls on the loose skin. With all of the clothespins, this is quite painful and I try to stifle a moan.
Before I know it, both of the shy ones are really close to my crotch and enjoying themselves working my privates over with their hands. They seem quite proud of themselves and are now giggling with the other girls. The note reader is looking into my face and just starts laughing out load as I lisp out my plead through my clothes pinned tongue, “Pleath thop.”
They all fulfill their request and place additional pins on my dick and balls. The two shy ones are much braver now and as they look me in the eyes and giggle, they each place two pins on the soft loose skin around the base of my dick head which they apparently found amusing during their inspection. As they backed away they clacked their pins together with their fingers and were further amused by my pained look and gasp of “UULLPPHH!!”
The next dreaded stop was on floor 3. A couple of girls just jumped on without the usual shock and laughter. I recognized one of them immediately, she was the one that liked to follow behind me when we were walking and whipping her belt up between my spread legs and sting my balls with the tip.
I didn’t like this, figuring that she was up to something no good and that she was a little more cruel than the others.
As soon as the doors closed and we started down, she hit the stop button and we were jolted to a stop. She motioned to her friend that got on with her and the two of them proceeded to force the doors open a couple of inches with a crowbar that they had brought along.
She turns to the others and points to the note still taped to my chest and says, “We have an idea for this.” As she points to the last part of the note that reads, “…Also, if there is any other ideas you have to hurt my genitals or humiliate me further, that would be helpful as well.” I’m just shaking my head with fear.
She takes out a couple of strings and ties them to the springs in a couple of clothespins. They then place the two clothespins one on the front of each of my balls, pinching onto a large fold of skin. I watch as they then loop the strings into the door mechanism inside the partially opened doors. They pull the strings tight until they are pointing straight out in front of me and are stretching out the skin on my nuts.
As if anyone needed the physics explanation of what would happen to my balls if the doors were to open completely, she says “See, these are stretched completely tight now, so after I hit start and we restart our decent, we can all enjoy Jack’s thrashing and screaming as he knows along with us that when the doors inevitably open, either his balls will be ripped off of the pins will be savagely ripped from his balls. Either result should be amusing.”
AMUSING? AMUSING? I can’t believe what I’m hearing, I wish I didn’t still have these damn clothespins on my tongue so that I could plead for their mercy, maybe the shy ones would listen and help. I have learned since yesterday, unfortunately, that a clothespin ripped off hurts a hundred times more than having them pinched on, and the more skin they clamped on to, the worse it is. “Pleath na, duh dew ith tu meh!”
“I couldn’t understand him could you.” As she hits start.
It seems like an eternity as we slowly pass floor two and the laughter is deafening over my lisping screams “NNOOLL, NNOOLL, PLEEEETTTHHH!!” As I am thrashing against by bondage like I’m in convulsions.
The elevator comes to rest on the main floor and time seems to stand still. In the split second before they open I actually think about how much the twins would enjoy this. They love it when the torture is drawn out and none of them actually has to do anything to cause me pain, but it’s not only inevitable, but they know that I know that it is inevitable. I’m trying to will time to stop knowing what those doors are going to do to my balls when they open. I’m having irrational thoughts like, maybe the shy ones will come to my rescue, and, maybe the elevator will malfunction.
But then time starts up again as I hear the elevator chime go “DING”.
To be Continued…
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