I left the room with a dollar of Aaron's money to get a soda at the vending machine and, hopefully, to get a better view of his walk of shame down the hallway.
And what a view it was! I missed his reaction in the shower when he realized his towel had been stolen, but I'm sure he was angry. Then confused. Then scared. By the time he left the bathroom I saw him stick his head out and look both ways before making a mad dash for the room with one hand covering his crotch and the other futilely trying to cover his ass. His key was on a lanyard around his neck and he hastily tried to open the door. I watched as he entered, knowing he'd be angry when he tried to find clothes and found his closet door locked.
I gave him a minute to stew before entering.
"What the fuck is going on, faggot!?" He was angry, barely remembering to cover himself.
"This is what you get for calling me a faggot. I'd thought you learn your lesson by now. Guess not."
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you!"
"No you're not. Look here. You've got no clothes. You reach for me, I'm stepping right back into that hallway and leaving. If you want clothes, you're going to listen to me." I reached for my backpack without taking my eyes off Aaron and pulled out the shortest length of chain and an unlocked padlock.
"Put this around your neck and lock it. NOW."
He reached for the chain and sheepishly complied. To reward him, I handed him a small hand towel that was near the microwave to dry off.
A moment later, I told him, "That's enough. Hands behind your back!" He looked confused. "I didn't stutter. Hands behind your back. NOW!"
He complied and I moved quickly to cuff him. His right wrist was cuffed before he knew what was happening. He reached to turn around and stop me when I kicked his knees out from under him and he fell to the floor. I pulled his hands around back again and snapped the other cuff on.
He started to yell at me.
"Yeah. That's not how this is going to work. Yelling isn't going to be allowed." I pulled the sweaty underwear from under my mattress, shoved them in his mouth and duct taped them in place. The duct tape went right over his shaggy hair and I knew it would hurt to remove later. That wouldn't be a problem.
He tried to yell but was muffled by the gag. He stared at me wide eyed and scared. Phase 2 looked like it would be a complete success!
Now here's where I have to tell you, reader, that as unlikely as this sounds, it's mostly true! Aaron, of course, was not my roommate's name. And while this did occur in the Unit 3 dorms, it didn't happen during welcome week nor were my preparations made in a single day. I did manage to lock our closets, throw out his underwear, cut the pockets out of all his pants, and steal his towel while he was in the shower in the matter of only an hour or so while he was at the gym. And my description of locking him in a collar, handcuffs, and tape gag are mostly accurate. It's amazing what a motivated man can do while on an adrenaline rush!
I found the end of the long chain and attached it to the collar around his neck. Now, even if he manage to get past me, he wouldn't be able to reach the door. I ordered him to stand then went to work fitting the chastity device on his dick and balls.
In those days, I wasn't as skilled at fitting such a contraption. I'm sure it took 10 minutes or even 20 to fit it that first time. Today, I could do it much faster, I'm sure. And more effectively. That time, I probably used either too small a cock ring or too large and tried several posts and spacer combinations until I was able to get it closed and locked.
Aaron was compliant but obviously scared and near the point of tears.
"Here's the deal, bud. You need somebody to teach you a few lessons. First, you can't call somebody a faggot and get away with it. Second, if you're going to survive college, you can't be getting drunk every night, pissing your bed, and fucking every heifer that flirts with you. From here on out, I'm your boss. You'll call me Sir or Boss when you're allowed to speak and will follow every order I give you. Is that understood?"
"fffuu rrr!" It sound unintelligible, but I could tell he tried to say Fuck You.
"Not off to a very good start now, are we?" I slapped him hard across the face. "Let's try that again. Do you understand?"
"yff rrr"
"Good."
I pulled a pair of briefs from my bag and helped him into them. "As long as you behave, you'll be treated well. I'll always make sure you get your workouts in, your studying done, and eat well. Misbehave and you'll be punished. I might take away certain privileges like getting to go out in the evening or wearing what you want. This little plastic thing is going to stay in place to keep you on your best behavior. I know you will want it off so you can jerk off. But it will also keep you from fucking any more ugly chicks. If you find someone hot to fuck when you're on your best behavior and you ask really nicely, maybe I'll unlock you."
I think I saw a tear flow down Aaron's cheek.
"Now, I'm pretty sure your mouth is getting dry so we can try removing your gag if you're willing to stay quiet and behave. Ready for that?"
"yff rrr"
I took scissors to the tape holding in the briefs. The tape was stuck to his hair. The first test of his subservience would be harsh!
Instead of trying to pull the tape free of his hair, I simply cut his hair. He bit his tongue knowing he should keep quiet to avoid further punishment. His hair was very jacked up now and he knew it. I thought that he needed a haircut anyway.
"Good boy!" I pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and helped him drink it.
"Now lets see about fixing that hair. Sit at your desk." I unlocked my closet and found my hair clippers. I always kept my own hair neatly trimmed and would now expect Aaron to, as well.
I plugged them in and they came to life. In no time at all, I'd trimmed his hair on top to about 3/4 inch and shaved the sides and back of his head as closely as possible. He was wearing a military-styled high and tight. I didn't stop with the clippers.
"Stand up."
"Yes Sir," he sounded beaten.
I didn't turn of the clippers. Instead, I quickly removed most of the hair from Aarons chest, shoulders, ass, and crotch. I'd decided that he could keep his leg hair for now. I'd make him shave under his arms later. He stood with his hands locked behind is back, his new briefs around his ankles, his dick locked in a CB 2000, and with his head down staring at his newly bald body and the pile of hair under his feet.
"Good boy. If you are ready for some dinner, and will stay on your best behavior, I'll dress you and take you down to the DC"
"I can't go down like this!" he exclaimed, then quickly added, "Sir." "Like how?"
"People will see me!"
"Yes. So? People will see you anyway. You're going to look pretty much like you do now for the rest of this year at least! If you want to eat, I will pull out some clothes for you. Are you hungry."
"Yes Sir. But I can't pick out my own clothes?"
"Not unless you have the key to closet. Do you have a key to the closet? No? Then it looks like the only clothes you will wear are what I hand you. Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
I opened the closet and found a pair of jeans and a tank top. I pulled his underwear back up and then his jeans. Before buttoning them, I unlocked the collar from the chain to the radiator and unlocked his left cuff. I handed him the tank top. When it was on, he reached to zip up his jeans. I stopped him, took his left cuff and laced it through both the missing pockets then reattached it to his left wrist. Although he was handcuffed, a casual observer would only notice that he had both hands in his pockets. I buttoned and zipped his fly.
Any of the people he'd met over the past few days would notice the changed hairstyle. Any who'd seen him at the gym or walking down the hallway without a shirt would see that the thick hair from his chest was now gone. In place of the missing hair was a shiny steel chain locked around his neck.
I let him wear a pair of flip flops and led him downstairs, pocketing my set of keys and leaving his behind. I carried both of our wallets in my pockets. We lined up at the DC for food. I pulled both of our ID cards from my pocket to swipe us in then directed him to a table where I ordered him to sit and wait.
I loaded a tray with two plates full of nutritious food: chicken breast, steamed vegetables, brown rice, and a side salad. I brought back four glasses of water and one of soda. I sat the tray in front of him then carefully unlocked his right wrist, leaving the other trapped in his pocket.
Awkwardly, Aaron was able to eat. I ordered him to eat everything on his plate and drink all four glasses of water. He finished it all before I locked his free hand back in place, bussed our table, and walked him back to our room. I removed his tank top and jeans and locked them back in the closet. I took the 4 short lengths of chain and attached them to the corners of Aarons bed and had him lay down. I uncuffed his hands then locked him spread eagle to the bed on top of his blanket wearing only his briefs and chastity device.
To prove that I wasn't altogether uncaring or unreasonable, I put the TV remote in Aaron's hand and let him watch whatever he wanted while I got ready for my evening. I informed him that I would be going out and that I had a date with the same guy I'd met the night before but wouldn't be out too late as we would have an early morning run the next day.
Before leaving, I sat down at Aaron's computer and looked through his browser history. He'd spent a considerable amount of time browsing porn websites and trying to find free pictures of naked women. I downloaded parental guidance software and set it to the most secure setting. I also password protected the computer so that he could only use it with my permission and would be unable to access any adult websites, any chat rooms, or use any instant messaging program.
As a final preparation before I left, I took a strip of duct tape and covered his mouth securely, just in case he decided to yell for help. I closed the curtains to avoid the prying eyes of people across the courtyard, turned off the lights, and left.
I knew before Aaron did that the effect of the 4 glasses and bottle of water I'd made him drink before leaving would have on him. Very soon, he'd be needing to piss. Unable to get up, he'd be forced to piss his new underwear atop his bed and forced to lay in it until I let him up.
Aaron was asleep before I got home. As planned, he'd wet himself. From the look of things, he'd spent a good portion of the night crying. Feeling a moment of tenderness, I carefully removed the tape from his face trying not to wake him up, wiped his tears, and gave him a little kiss on the lips.
He woke up but didn't seem to notice the kiss.
"Sir, I'm sorry. I peed my bed. I tried to hold it, Sir, but couldn't."
"It's okay, boy. Do you want me to wash you right now or wait until morning."
"I'd rather be clean right now, Sir. But I don't want you to have to go to any trouble."
"Good boy!"
I unlocked both of Aaron's feet, pulled his wet briefs down, pulled the wet blanket from under him, and locked both the blanket and the wet undies in the closet. I pulled out a towel and released his wrists.
In just a few hours, I'd pretty well broken my boy. I grabbed both of our shower kits and handed them to Aaron and walked down the hall. He followed with little hesitation despite his obvious nudity and inability to cover himself without setting down either shower kit. Still, the hallway was empty and silent and there was little chance of getting caught.
He followed me into the bathroom. I picked a shower stall and ordered him in quickly stripped and ordered him to kneel in the shower area. When he had done so, I turned on the water making sure the icy cold blast hit him squarely. As it warmed up, I felt the need to piss and aimed for him.
I gave him instructions on how to wash my body. He complied. I then directed him to shave his chest, armpits, crotch, stomach, and ass with a razor. I offered to help him in the spots he couldn't reach. He did a surprisingly efficient job despite the plastic cage being in the way. I used the towel to dry off, let him dry himself off with it, then wrapped it around myself for the walk back to the room.
Back in the room, I attached the radiator chain to his collar, locked up my clothing, and let him sleep without any blankets or sheets on his bare vinyl mattress. I set the alarm for 6am and went right to sleep. So did he.