College Memories

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College Memories Chapter Two – My New Roommates

We climbed to Kirk's car, with me taking my place between James and John in the back seat. James put his arm around my shoulders. "I can't wait to get you home." He leaned over and kissed my lips, as he caressed my leg with his other hand.

Kirk looked in the rear view mirror, and said, "Hey, no making out in the back of the car!"

James laughed, and said, "Fuck off! I'll make out with our bitch if I want to!"

Kirk laughed. "Okay, but you have to run into the drug store to get supplies."

James asked, "What supplies?"

Kirk laughed, "Did you forget already?"

James thought for a minute. "Oh, yeah, we need to get you a supply of enemas. We have to insist on proper vaginal hygiene."

I looked at him, and said, "You didn't know I was clean, when you fucked me earlier."

James said, "Yes, I did. You just don't remember because you were too busy sucking John's cock."

I looked over at John, for confirmation. "He did check to see you were clean."

James grinned, broadly. "You're not the first bitch I've fucked, Carla. Being a wrestler has presented many opportunities for me to mess around with other guys."

I eyes opened wide in surprise. "I didn't think wrestlers would let anyone touch their junk."

John laughed. "Normally, that's true; but, you have to remember - wrestling is a full contact sport."

"So, you've fucked other guys?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yes, we both have. We're straight, but we don't mind a little fun with a good friend every once in a while," James said.

Kevin looked over his shoulder, and said, "But, you're going to be more than a good friend, Carla. We want you to be our new girlfriend."

I met Kevin's gaze. "I thought you had a girlfriend?'

He grinned at me. "Kirk and I do, but that doesn't mean we don't want to have sex with our own little sex slave."

James put his hand up to my face, and turned it until I met his gaze. He said, in tone of voice used by a master educating his slave, "That's why we're willing to pay for your new wardrobe to you fit into your new role. Let's just say that from now on, you're to consider yourself OUR bitch. Got that?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, sir."

James smiled. "I knew you would make a good bitch. There's a couple of other things we need to get straight. Since you're our bitch now, you need to get rid of your apartment. You won't be needing it. Also, you're to quit your jobs. Your job, as of this afternoon, is to take care of the four of us. In return for providing you with a place to sleep and food to eat, we expect you to cook our meals, do our laundry, and clean the apartment, in addition to meeting our need to have sex as often as we want."

John said, "You'll get fucked at least once a day by each of us, if not two or three times a day."

Kirk said, "I intend to fuck you all day long and all night long, when it's my turn to sleep with you."

Kevin said, "I'm going to teach you how to give pleasure to a man."

My hole was twitching in anticipation, as I listened to their plans for me.

We pulled into the parking of the drug store. James got out, and walked into the store. He returned shortly with a couple of plastic bags. He got in beside me and handed them to me.

James said, "I got enough to last a week. From now on, you'll have to buy your own."

"How will I do that, if I don't have a job?" I asked.

James said, "We'll provide you the money, but you have to buy them." He laughed, and said, "You should have seen the cashier's look, when I put them on the counter. I'm just glad she didn't ask any questions."

Kirk drove us home. The guys helped me carry my new clothes up to their apartment. As we walked past my window, I wondered at how quickly things had changed for me. It had only been a few hours since James had knocked on my door; and, in that time, I had become a bitch – a sex toy for the four handsome studs who were escorting me to their apartment. I saw my reflection in the window, and thought "What am I doing?" My heart was beating fast and I felt like I was going through whiplash. For a second I felt a little scared... but, then, just as fast as it came, it disappeared. I knew I could do it. I could be the bitch these men wanted me to be. I had already proven to myself that I could live on my own, then these guys decided they wanted to help me. All of it was a dream come true.

I looked, again, at my reflection in the window, and saw a long, legged woman, standing where a man used to be. I couldn't believe what my eyes were telling me. I really had made the transition from a man to a bitch!

James unlocked the door to the apartment. He took me by the hand, and said, "Let me show you to your new home."

He led me to the room he shared with John. He pointed to his bed. "This is your new bed, and here is where you'll put your clothes." He opened the top drawer of his chest of drawers. He moved his socks and underwear to one side. "You'll also share my side of the closet. He helped me put away my new clothes.

When we were finished, he pulled me into his arms, and said, "You're going to love being our bitch. I promise we'll treat you well. You will never lack for sex, that's for sure!"

John said, "James is right. We're constantly horny. I'm just glad you're our bitch, because I won't have to jerk off anymore."

James released me, and looked at the two bags of enemas on his bed. "You need to learn how to use these."

I said, "I think I can figure it out. I've spent a lot of time surfing the internet, reading about gay sex."

James bristled, with anger. "It's not gay sex, Carla. It's only gay sex, if you're a fucking guy, and you're not a guy, anymore. If I ever see your cock and balls again, I promise I'll cut them off. You're our bitch, and don't ever forget that!" I nodded my head, meekly. He turned and grabbed the roll of duct tape that was on the top of his dresser. "You'll need this, unless you can figure out another way to keep your cock and balls out of my sight." He handed it to me. "Put all of that in the bathroom under the sink. When you're alone in the bathroom, you can take care of your needs."

He put his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. "You need to learn to be our bitch; so that no one, not even your mother, will ever remember that you once had a dick and balls." I nodded my head. "Carla, I'll make you a promise. If you do everything in your power to become the perfect bitch, we'll do everything we can to assist you."

John laughed, and added, "What James means is that we'll fuck your brains out every night and every day."

James grinned. "Yes, that's what I meant. You can't help but become a perfect bitch, with the help of our big dicks up your ass every minute of the day and night."

John's cock was tenting his shorts. He said, "I need some relief here, Carla. Go put your things away, and get your sexy body back in here."

I grinned at him, and hurried into the bathroom. I took care of my needs, making sure I was completely clean. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the new me. I was wearing only a woman's sport's top and short, but they fit me perfectly. That, combined with way I styled my hair, made me like a girl. No wonder, John was getting so amped up. Grinned at myself in the mirror, and opened the door.

I was surprised to see John standing in the doorway. He had a scowl on his face. "What the hell was taking you so long? Next time, don't keep me waiting!"

I looked down at the floor, and said, "I'm sorry, John."

John put his hand under my chin and raised it, so he could look into my eyes, before speaking to me in a softer voice. "You need to learn to listen to me and obey. I told you to put your stuff away and come back to me, since I needed to fuck you. What will you do the next time I tell you to do something?"

"I'll do it right away, sir," I said.

He grinned at me, and took me in his arms. "That's right. So, you can be taught." He kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue past my lips. "We're taking a shower together, so I can give you your reward for being a fast learner."

He pushed me back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. As he lifted his shirt over his head, I stared at his beautiful body, marveling at his perfectly chiseled chest and abs. Dark brown hair covered his chest and abs. Dropping his shorts to the floor in a puddle at his feet, I found the carpet of dark hair continued down his torso to his groin, flowing down to his feet. Of my four new lovers, he was the hairiest. He grinned at me, as I gave him the once over.

He asked, "Do you like what you see?"

Yes, you're so beautiful," I said.

John made a face that looked amused, and I asked, "What?"

"That's the first time I've ever been called beautiful," he replied.

I was mesmerized by his well-muscled arms and legs. His six pack abs were very prominent under their light covering of dark brown hair. His delicious cock stood at attention above his giant-sized balls. I moved forward, and reached down to caress his balls with one hand, while I stroked his cock with the other. He moaned with pleasure.

After a few minutes, he took my hands in his, and said, "I don't want you to jerk me off. I want to fuck you."

He released one of my hands to reach over and turn on the shower. He adjusted the temperature. He stepped under the warm cascade of water, pulling me in with him. He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me.

I was delighted at how affectionate John was with me. His gentle caresses and fantastic kisses let me know it wasn't just about the sex for him, despite the rough talk. He wanted me to enjoy having sex with him!

He pulled back, looking me in the eyes, and said, "I wish I could get you pregnant, Carla."

I grinned, "I'd like that, John."

He laughed. "Okay," he said, pausing to look me over. "Let's see if we can't accomplish that task starting right now."

He turned me around and pushed on my upper back. I put my hands on either side of the shower to support myself, as he pushed his male member inside me. I let out a moan, as we got into a rhythm.

John said, "Since you're loosening up, you need to squeeze your ass muscles around my dick, as I stroke in and out of your cunt."

Up until this point, I hadn't really concentrated on what my ass was doing, other than enjoying the sensation of being fucked. I started to use my muscles to squeeze him hard, as he withdrew his dick from my love canal. The first time I did it, John gasped in pure pleasure.

"That's it, Carla," he breathed into my ear.

I turned my head, and his lips met mine. He picked up the pace, and moments later filled me with his baby batter! John collapsed against me, and I braced myself against the wall, as I held him up.

"Damn! Carla, that was the most intense fuck I've ever had!" John turned me around and kissed me. "I think you were destined to be our bitch!"

I smiled, and said, "I'm certain of it. You guys are making my dreams come true."

John matched my smile. "James said you were fantasizing about us."

"I was, and it's even better, now that it's real," I said.

John said, "Good. I'm glad this is what you want."

"It is very much what I want," I said, putting my hand to his face. "I want to be your bitch."

John grinned, and said, "Then, we shall make it so."

We stepped out of the shower. He turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and started drying him off.

"I could really get used to this," he said.

I looked up from drying his legs, and said, "So could I."

He laughed, and pulled me up into his arms, giving me passionate kiss. I kissed him back with just as much passion. He pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"You really do like being my bitch, don't you?"

I nodded my head, and responded, "Yes, I really do. I'm still thinking that this is just a dream. I'm afraid I'll wake up and find out that none of this is really happening."

John grinned. "Well, you had better believe this."

He guided my hand to his very hard dick. "I'm ready to fuck you again."

I said, in wonder, "You just filled me with you cum a few minutes ago. Are you seriously ready to do it again?"

Instead answering my question, he turned me around, pushed me over the bathroom sink, and sank his huge, throbbing cock deep inside me. He did so fast that it made me gasp, and I had to steady myself against the vanity to keep from falling over.

I met his eyes in the mirror, and he grinned. "Does this answer your question?"

I couldn't speak; because of the waves of pleasure surging through my body, as he pounded my prostate. At first, I couldn't respond to his rhythmic thrusts; but after a few minutes, I was able synch up with him and we flowed together as one.

It wasn't long before he released several volleys of cum into me, for his fourth time today. If this was any indication of the amount of sex I could expect from my men (that's how I thought of them now), I wouldn't have time to be bored, living with them.

John wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. "You're mine, now."

I nodded my head. "You've made me your bitch."

John bit my earlobe, and said, "I think we need to get you some .diamond studs. What do you think about that?"

I smiled, and said, "I would really like that; but, I don't want you to spend more money on me. I'm already indebted to you and the other guys for buying my new clothes."

John gave me a wicked grin. "Don't worry about that. You're going to earn every penny we've spent on you. Believe me, James and I have plans for you."

I shivered at the look I saw in his eyes. His tone of voice let me with no doubt that he was his bitch, and that he expected me to act accordingly. Holly had been very wrong about John, he definitely wasn't shy!

When I didn't say anything, he asked, with a curious grin on his face, "Aren't you interested to know what we have planned for you?"

I shook my head, "No, I'd rather not know right now."

John laughed, and said, "Okay, we'll let it be a surprise."

He released me, and his cock slipped out of my ass, along with some of his cum. He slapped me on the ass, and said, "You need to get cleaned up. The rest of the guys are waiting for their turn at fucking your hungry cunt."

He turned me around and pushed me down on the toilet. I sat there with my legs spread wide, as his cum slid out of my ass. I cleaned myself up. I looked up at John, who smiled at me. "I'm glad you're adjusting to being a bitch."

I stood up, and he kissed me. "You're great fuck, thank you."

My eyes misted over, when I heard his words. Seeing how emotional I had become, John kissed me, and said, "Don't go all soft on me, bitch. I don't like all the emotion. I thanked you, because you've provided me with the best sex ever, and you deserve to be praised for what you've done for me."

He took me by the hand, and led me out of the bathroom. We entered our bedroom. James lay on his bed waiting for me. His cock as standing at full mast. He waved me over.

"Up until now, we've been doing all of the work. This time, it's your turn. I want you to fuck yourself," James said.

I climbed on the bed, straddling him. I reached behind me and guided his dick into my hungry hole. I began posting up and down on his fuck stick, making him moan with pleasure. I leaned down to kiss him, and he put his hands on my ass to help me keep fucking myself. I leaned back, driving him deeper inside me. Jason eyes met mine, as I felt his cock swelling in size. He gripped my ass, as his whole body went rigid, releasing his cum in volley after volley.

He reached up and pulled my head down, until our lips met. He kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. "You're a good fuck, Carla. I'm glad you're a quick learner. I had a feeling you were really a bitch born in a guy's body. Good job!"

I said, "Thank you."

He released me, and said, "Clean off my dick with your tongue, then, I think you have a date with Kirk and Kevin. They've been waiting their turn. You shouldn't keep them waiting."

I nodded my head, still amazed that these four studs were making good on their promise to teach me to be their bitch. I lifted myself off of James' cock, and knelt between his legs, licking his cock clean. I stood up, and a huge mass of cum slid out of my hole.

John threw me a towel. "You'd best clean up that mess."

James laughed. "I think we need to figure out how to help you keep cleaned up. We can't have you walking around leaking cum everywhere. It will stain the carpet."

I grinned at him. "Maybe a butt plug would do the trick."

James raised his eyebrows. "Do you have one downstairs?"

I nodded my head. "That and a couple of other sex toys."

James looked over at John. "I just won our bet. I told you Carla had a bunch of dildos and was fucking herself in anticipation of being our bitch. I bet you were fantasizing that we were fucking your ass, as you played with your toys."

I blushed, and nodded my head. James knew me almost better than I knew myself. He knew how much I wanted to be dominated by him and his roommates. He also knew all about my fantasies; but, most of all, he knew just how to handle me with just the right balance between making sure I knew he was my master with the right amount of care and compassion.

I met his gaze, and asked, "How do you know so much about me?"

"Because you're my bitch," James said, grinning at me. "You know that's true."

I nodded my head. "Yes, you've made me your bitch."

"No, Carla, you were my bitch even before I fucked you. You we're born to be my bitch. You know it, and I know it," James said.

I couldn't deny the fact that I had dreamed of James making me his bitch since the first moment I saw him. So, I didn't say anything. I turned when I heard Kirk's voice behind me.

"Hey Bitch! You're late. You were supposed to report to my bed as soon as James finished fucking your cunt."

James said, "Alright, bitch, you're free to go."

I turned, and followed Kirk into his bedroom. He said, "It's our privilege to teach you how to take two cocks up your ass at the same time. Climb aboard Kevin's dick."

Kevin's man meat was at full attention. I could tell Kevin was extremely horny, because his cock seem to pulsate as I impaled myself on his fuck stick. As soon as I bottomed out on his cock, Kevin reached up, and pulled me down until his lips met mine. He kissed me, then wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

"Okay, Kirk, let's show him what it's like to have two men fucking his cunt at the same time." He grinned, and looked me in the eyes. "You're going to learn to love being double fucked."

I felt the tip of Kirk's cock at my back door. I wondered how it was going to fit, because Kevin's' cock already filled me, or so I thought. I didn't have long to wonder, because Kirk slipped his fingers inside my already stretched out ass ring, pulling it open wider. It hurt like hell, and I let out a yelp of pain.

"Stick a sock in her mouth," Kirk said. "I don't want anyone coming to investigate what's going on, if he screams like the bitch she is."

Kevin reached down to pick up one of his dirty socks off of the floor and stuffed it in my mouth. It smelled terrible. The stench of sweaty feet nearly made me hurl. My attention was quickly diverted from the foul smell by the pain of having my ass ring stretched, as Kirk pushed his cock steadily into me. As he pushed deeper, I tried to scream, but couldn't. Kevin's arms held me in place, flat against his hard body, to keep me from moving. I tried to escape from Kirk's steel pole, but he kept pushing it further, and further, up my ass until he bottomed out.

He looked over my shoulder, and grinned at his roommate. "I'm completely in. Let's show her that two cocks are better than one."

Kevin continued to hold me down, as the dueling cocks moved against each other, striving for domination. Kirk folded himself over my back, and whispered in my ear, "Your pussy feels so good."

He bit the back of my neck, then he nibbled on my earlobe. "You taste good, too."

Kevin released his hold on me, and placed his hands on either side of my head, capturing my lips. He kissed me deeply as he thrust in and out of me. We surfaced for air, and he looked into my eyes. "I never thought I'd like fucking a bitch like you better than fucking my girlfriend."

Kirk said, "I'm with you, Kevin. Megan would never let two guys fuck her."

Kevin laughed. "Megan won't even let you fuck her, dude!"

Kirk said, "Don't remind me! She wants us to get married, before we have sex."

"Well, you can have all the sex you want, now," Kevin said.

Kirk has slowed down while they had been talking; but, he picked up his pace, causing both me and Kevin to moan with pleasure. Hearing us, Kirk laughed.

He looked over my shoulder and met Kevin's gaze. He grinned, broadly, and said, "There's nothing like getting a bitch pregnant, while helping my roomie get off at the same time."

Kevin's strokes became steadily more aggressive as he neared orgasm. I felt both of their cocks swelling inside me. As if by some prearranged signal, they, simultaneously, filled me with their seed.

Kirk collapsed on my back, his sweaty body sticking to me like glue. Kevin brought his hand to my face, and his fingertips traced the line of my jaw to my chin. He looked at me, with wonder in his eyes.

"Carla, I think I've found a new girlfriend," he said. "Katie doesn't put out like you do. What do you think, Kirk? Should we through over our girlfriends, in favor of our live-in bitch?"

Kirk laughed and said, "Katie? What happened to Joni?"

"Joni! Joni! Right. Damn I go through too many bitches," Kevin responded, looking at me and speaking with a soft voice, "I think you're the first one to stick with me, Carla."

Kirk said, "To answer your question: I think we should have both. We can fuck our bitch as much as I want, while still dating our girlfriends."

Kevin said, "Carla definitely is a better fuck than Joni, and I get to fuck her as often as I want." He kissed me, and continued, "Isn't that so, Carla?"

As their cocks softened, they slipped out of my ass, leaving me feeling empty and very needy. I responded, "I miss your cock up my ass."

Kevin laughed. "I'm not surprises."

Kirk said, "I've got a solution for that." He rolled off of me, and got up off of the bed. He padded over to his dresser, and opened his top drawer. He pulled out an enormous dildo.

I eyes went wide in amazement. "That things huge! Nobody is that big!"

Kirk said, "That's true, but it really makes things interesting. My last girlfriend let me shove it up her ass, as I fucked her. Maybe we can see how it works on you." He gave me a wicked grin.

I sat up, still straddling Kevin. "Please, no," I begged. I could see that I would split me in two, it was so huge! It much bigger than any of the guys!

Kirk said, "Get your ass up in the air, bitch. Kevin, hold her down."

Kevin pulled me down, while Kirk lifted my pelvis to give him better assess to my hole. "Your cunt is already stretched out, bitch; so I don't think taking this dildo will be a problem."

He lubed up the black dildo, and placed it at my back door. He began pushing it into me. The tip the dildo popped past my ass ring. I grimaced, but managed not to cry out.

Kevin felt me tense up, and he placed his hand on the small of my back, gently massaging me. "Just relax, baby. It makes it much easier if you do," he said, encouragingly.

I tried to relax, but I couldn't. Kirk kept pushing it in, until the monster dildo was all the way in. "It's in. How do you feel?"

I said, "It hurts like hell! Please take it out."

Kirk said, "You're being such a spoil sport, Carla. I'm going to fuck you with it; then, maybe you'll like it better."

He began moving it in and out. The movement made it hurt worse. "Please, Kirk, take it out." I started to cry from the pain.

Kevin, seeing the tears on my cheeks, said, "Kirk, give her a break. We can try the dildo another time."

Kirk looked at Kevin, in disbelief. "You're being an advocate for this bitch?"

"Yes, I am. She's done everything we've asked her to do, today. I think we can cut her a break where the dildo is concerned," Kevin said.

Kirk said, "Okay, I'll let up this time; but, she had better be ready to take it when she spends the night with me."

Kevin said, "I'm sure that Carla will be ready by then. Right, Carla?"

I nodded my head. "I promise I'll be ready, Kirk."

Satisfied with my promise, he pulled the gigantic dildo out of my ass.

Kevin cupped my face with his hands, and wiped away my tears with his thumbs. He said, "We didn't mean to hurt you, because we need you in perfect condition to be fucked, so we want to make sure your cunt stays in good working order."

This last statement wasn't meant so much for me, as it was for Kirk. Kirk snickered. "You mean that I need to take care not to damage the bitch's cunt, so the rest of you can still fuck her."

Kevin said, "Yes, that is what I'm telling you, Kirk. You have a mean streak in you, when it comes to having sex with your girlfriends."

Kirk grinned. "I'm glad you noticed. I like a little bit of rough sex and bondage play to spice things up a bit."

"That's why your last girlfriend broke up with you," Kevin said.

"Yes, she was such a wimp. She couldn't handle being tied up, while I fucked her," Kirk said.

I rolled off of Kevin and he pulled me close to him, placing his arm around my waist and his semi-hard cock pushing against my back door. He ran his hand over my smooth stomach, while he gently bit my neck.

"I guess I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Kirk said, in disgust. I looked up at him, and he said, "Just remember, bitch, when I'm fucking you, it's purely for the sex, not because I have any feelings for you. You're just a means to an end."

He pulled on his clothes, and left the room. Kevin said, "Don't let him get to you, Carla. He's had a rough life, and he's pretty miserable. I, on the other hand, am not miserable. I love having sex with you; and, I'm not opposed to developing something deeper with you. I'm not gay, but I obviously enjoy fucking you. I'm not going to pretend I'm fucking a woman, because you're not one; however, I think you have to admit you make a perfect bottom."

I rolled over to face him. "Thanks for talking to me. So far, I've enjoyed being your bitch. I've dreamed of having sex with you and the other guys for a long time. I never thought it would actually happen, though."

Kevin said, "Well, James is the one who dreamed up the plan to make you our bitch. He's into kinky shit, just like Kirk. He's been watching too many videos online, and chatting with other guys who like to dominate their mates. The thing is, both of them like to pretend they're straight, but I think they're gay, just like you are."

I nodded my head in agreement. "I think John is, as well."

Kevin said, "You're right about that. John has never had a girlfriend that I know of. He's pretty reserved, and doesn't talk much about his personal stuff. I was surprised he was so quick to fuck your face earlier today."

"He fucked me in the shower today, too," I said.

Kevin laughed. "The horny little fucker! I think you need to decide where you fit in with James and John. James wants you to be his sex slave, and I'm not sure about John."

"He wants the same thing, but he's more like you. He wants more than just a good fuck. I'm comfortable with James, though, but in a different way," I said.

Kevin said, "Well, right now, I'm in a relationship; but I think I could easily be persuaded to ask you to be my girlfriend."

He kissed me, as his hands roamed my body. "I'd like to be your girlfriend, if that's what you want me to be."

Kevin looked into my eyes. "Let's play it by ear, Carla. I don't want to rush into anything."

"Let's get dressed. I believe it's time for you to cook your first meal for us," Kevin said. I looked at him in surprise. He saw my look and laughed. "I agreed to let you live with us in exchange for sex, cooking, and cleaning, etc. Did you think that I wouldn't enforce the terms of our agreement?"

Confused, I said, "I'm not sure where I stand with you."

Kevin nodded his head. "Well, I think the agreement James has outlined for you is where you stand with me, until I decide that it should be something different. I'm not looking for romantic involvement with you. I'm very much into fucking your cunt, just like any other bitch who makes her way into my bed."

I nodded my head. "I understand the terms of the relationship between me and the four of you; but I don't get why you just said you would consider asking me to be your girlfriend."

Kevin said, "I'm sorry I confused you. Having sex with you is so much better than what I get with Joni. That's all I really meant by it. I was trying to compliment you for the great sex. It's important to me to make sure you know you're appreciated. Just because you're our sex slave, doesn't mean we have to treat you badly. In fact, quite the opposite is true. We should treat you with great kindness and respect, for providing us with such good service. That way, the services you provide will be done willingly and with pride."

I said, "I get it, now. That's why you were defending me against Kirk."

"Yes, Kirk needs to understand that a happy slave is one that will give everything to make you happy, because they're happy. So, it's mutually beneficial," Kevin said. He then slapped my ass, and said, "You have to admit that getting pleasured by four hot studs like me and my roommates has its benefits."

I laughed. "Yes, it does. It means I get as much cock as I want." I kissed him deeply, trying to communicate my appreciation for fucking my cunt.

We stopped kissing, when we heard his stomach rumble. He laughed, and said, "It's time to get up. I'm starving."

I stood up, and turned to help Kevin out of bed. He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me, before letting me go. He noticed that I was leaking. "You need to get cleaned up before you go into the kitchen."

I nodded my head. "Yes, sir."

He slapped my ass again. "Get moving, then."

I left his room and walked into the bathroom. I was amazed at the amount of fluid leaking from my piss slit. I hadn't been able to have an orgasm, since James taped my dick down. But I was leaking just the same. I made a mental note to do some on-line research about it. I had already read up on male chastity devices and how a sex slaves had their prostates milked to keep it healthy. I guessed that being fucked provided the same benefits to me.

I turned on the shower, and quickly cleaned myself up. I finished showering, and dried myself off with a towel. I walked into the room I now shared with James and John, and found it was empty. I walked over to James' dresser and pulled out a new pair of panties, a pair of tight fitting shorts and a matching top.

I got dressed, and went to the kitchen, where I found Kevin was already cooking. He saw me, and smiled, "I'm sorry for taking your job from you. I love to cook, and decided to get things started. Do you know how to cook?"

"No, I don't," I said. "My sisters did all of the cooking at my house."

"Well, it's time you learned," Kevin said. He went over the menu for dinner, and then outlined what we needed to do.

As we prepared the food, Kevin quizzed me about my family. "Does your family know you're gay?"

"No, they have no clue," I replied.

He looked at me in surprise. "We knew from the first time you undressed us with your eyes."

I blushed, and asked, "Was I that obvious?"

Kevin said, "Yes, you were. The girls that live next door to you noticed how much you stared at us when we walked by. Holly confirmed to us that you had a crush on us. She saw you drooling over us a few days ago. She even suggested that we should flirt with you."

"I wondered why James came to my apartment," I said.

"James said he wanted to fuck you. At the time, we thought he was kidding. I'm glad you did, because we would've missed out on a good fuck!" He paused for a minute, and asked, "Don't your parents live nearby?"

"Yes, they live two blocks from here. My dad is a math professor at the college. He also teaches computer science," I said.

"What about your mother?" he asked.

"She stays home with the kids. I have 10 brothers and sisters, and they all live at home with my parents," I said.

"Wow! That's a huge family," he said, in amazement.

I said, "My little sister, Stephanie, delivers the newspaper to these apartments every afternoon. You've probably seen her riding her bike with her paper bags draped over the handlebars."

Kevin said, "Yeah, I've seen her. So, how are you going to keep them from knowing you're gay?"

I looked away from him. "I don't know. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I'm still trying to process the fact that I'm a bitch to four guys."

"You know that you're going to be living as a bitch from this point forward," Kevin said.

I said, "I know. That's what has me worried. I'm not sure how my family and friends will react."

Kevin gave me directions on what to do with the beef roast. I washed and peeled potatoes and carrots. I was drying my hands on a dish towel, when I felt Kevin hands squeeze my butt. "I love your ass." He leaned down, and kissed the back of the neck. "Let's get the roast in the oven."

I helped him put them in a roaster pan, and placed it in the oven. Kevin turned on the oven, and turned to me. He looked me over, from head to toe. His look was so intense, I started to blush.

He said, "Turn around." I did as he asked. "Well, you look like a girl to me."

I smiled, "I've never been the overly masculine type. I've never been into lifting weights or any kind of sports."

"I can tell," Kevin said, smiling.

"That's why it won't be a big adjustment for me to be your bitch," I said.

"It's like you've been preparing for this moment all your life," Kevin said, putting his arm around my shoulders. We walked into the front room and sat down on the couch.

"James said something like that, too," I said.

I sat between his outstretched legs and leaned back against his chest. He put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. It felt so good to be held by him. I totally relaxed in his arms. I must have fallen asleep, because getting fucked wore me out!

Kevin said, "Your master wants you."

I looked up to see James standing over me. I met his gaze, and he grinned. "Did you miss me?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, I did."

"You're a good bitch. You're already learning the right words to say to your master," James said. "I have something to show you."

He took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. I was a little unsteady, at first. He slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. He kissed me and licked his lips, before saying, "I'm glad to see that my presence makes you weak in the knees."

He led me into the bathroom, where John was installing a new shower head. James said, "We went to Home Depot to get a new shower head that has a handheld shower nozzle so you can clean yourself out. We decided that it would be cheaper to buy a new shower attachment for you, instead of paying for you to use enemas from the drug store."

John finished installing the shower head, and turned to me. He held out the new shower attachment for me to see. "We found this attachment that you can use to clean yourself out after taking a dump. You need to be completely clean at all times, bitch. Just make sure you clean out the tub, when you're done." He placed the attachment back on its hook. "You will need to make sure the water is the right temperature. You don't want it too hot or cold, and you need to make sure it's not turned on full pressure. We want you clean, but we don't want you to hurt yourself. Do you think you can handle doing it yourself?"

I nodded my head. "I think I can do it myself."

John washed his hands, and turned to me, smiling. "Dinner smells good. What are you cooking for us?"

"Kevin helped me put on a roast with potatoes and carrots," I said, nodding my head, pleased that John seemed happy that I was already assuming my other duties as their bitch.

"Good. Listen to Kevin. He's a great cook. You will have to do a really great job to measure up to the meals he's cooked for us," John said.

We walked into the kitchen, where we found Kevin pulling the roast out of the oven. "Okay, bitch, it's time to teach you how to make gravy."

James said, "John, let's leave these two to finish dinner."

The two men went into our bedroom, and closed the door.

Kirk showed up, just as we were setting the table. He looked at the table, and said, "It looks good. Did you cook dinner, bitch?"

"With Kevin's help," I said.

Kirk said, "I was just making sure you're living up to your end of the deal. We've done our part today." He squeezed my ass, and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.

I looked up at Kirk, and said, "Believe me, I know. I'm feeling pretty sore right now."

He laughed. "I guess you have a right to be a little sore, given that you were a virgin a few hours ago." He slipped his arm around my waist, and pulled me close to him. "You have to admit that being fucked by four of the hottest guys on campus is worth every bit of discomfort you might be experiencing right now."

I said, "I'm not complaining, Kirk. I loved every minute of it."

He cocked his head to one side, and raised an eyebrow. "Every moment?"

"Well, almost every moment," I amended.

He said, "I've given it some thought, and I owe you an apology. I should have properly prepared you to take that dildo up your ass. I thought you were already stretched out enough to handle it. It's my fault that you were in so much pain."

I met his eyes, and I said, "Apology accepted. I want to do everything I can to give you pleasure, Kirk, even if it means letting you use that dildo to fuck my cunt. But, please help me to do so safely."

Kirk grinned, and said, "Okay, I'll do my best to teach you how to use a wide range of sex toys. I'm very excited to have a willing bitch who is willing to play with me."

Kevin said, "As long as you don't ruin his cunt for the rest of us."

Kirk said, "You won't have to worry about that, Kevin. I want his cunt to be just as a good a fuck as it has been all day. I'm not about to stretch him out to a point where he can't close his own cunt. I'm not stupid."

"Just checking," Kevin said.

James and John joined us, and we sat down to eat. The meal was delicious, and the guys were very complimentary. I cleaned the kitchen and had just loaded the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, when James came up behind me.

He put arms around me, and ground his crotch against my ass, his steel pole making its presence known! He nibbled on my earlobe, and said, "You're all mine for tonight. Let's get your things. I want some privacy, so we're going to sleep in your studio."

He released me and took my hand, leading me into our bedroom. I grabbed some clean clothes for tomorrow. I waited for him as he gathered toiletries from the bathroom. He returned carrying his stuff. He threw me one of the enemas and said, "You'll be needing this. I want you fresh and clean for our first night together. Let's go."

We left the apartment and walked down the stairs to my studio. I opened the door to let us in. I stood aside, as he pushed past me. He took his toiletries into the bathroom. He returned, and said, "We need to get a shower."

I smiled, and said, "I've never had so many showers in one day."

He laughed. "Well, you had better get used to it, because I intend to use your cunt several times a day, and I know the rest of the guys are just as horny as I am."

A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. I did the math in my head – that meant I would be getting fucked at least eight times a day. "I can't wait."

James laughed again. "You're one horny bitch. Let's get in the shower."

We stripped off our clothes. James turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. He stepped under the warm water, pulling me in with him.

He took me in his arms, and kissed me. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. "John told me you were pretty amazing in the shower, earlier today."

I smiled, and said, "John was the one who was amazing."

James said, "Well, I'm going to show you what amazing really means." His lips captured mine, while his hands roamed my body. When we surfaced for air, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me," I said, without hesitation.

He turned me around to face the wall and put his hands on my upper back, pushing me down. Knowing what was about to happen, I braced myself against the shower wall. I felt the tip of his cock push against my back door. I relaxed, and he slipped inside my happy cunt. I felt his balls hit my ass, and I knew he had bottomed out. I used my ass muscles to squeeze his cock to let him know I was ready. I turned my head, and met his lips, as he began his assault. The water was starting to get cold, when I felt his body stiffen and his cock swelled inside me. His cocked pulsed as his cum rocketed into me. He collapsed onto my back, letting me support his weight as he began to come down from the euphoric high of his orgasm.

He said, "That felt great!" He reached down and turned off the water. It had gone stone cold. "I didn't realize the hot water would run out so fast. Did it run out earlier, when John fucked you?"

"No," replied. My studio apartment shared a hot water heater with the two bedroom apartment next door. "The girls next door must have just taken a shower, because usually there's plenty of hot water."

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. James sat down on the couch, and looked around. "I didn't notice much when I was in here earlier."

"You were kind of busy," I said.

He laughed. "No, I wasn't busy, but you were." He spread his leg wide, and signaled for me to sit between them. I took my place, and leaned back against his chest. I could feel his semi-hard cock poking me, as he put his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. "I want to know how you're feeling about everything that has happened today."

"What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Well, are you okay with being our bitch? I kind of forced things on you, today. I knew if I wasn't forceful enough with you, you wouldn't let us fuck you; but at the same time, I didn't want you to run scared because I was too rough with you," James said. "So, I want to know what's going on inside your head. You say you're okay with being our bitch and being fucked multiple times a day. But are you really okay with that, now that it's happened?"

I turned around and straddled him, putting my legs on either side of him. I looked him in the eyes, as I brought my hands to his face. "James, I really, really want to be your bitch."

"What about the other guys?" he asked.

"I want to be their bitch, too," I responded.

James took my hands from my face, and held them in his own. "Carla, I want you to be my bitch. I'm willing to share you with the other guys; but, I want to make sure you know that I'm your master and you're my bitch. Do you understand what I mean?"

I nodded my head. "I think so."

"Let me tell you about what I mean. My mother died when I was twelve years old, and my Dad brought home his bitch. He had been fucking him off and on for years, when Mom died. His name is Ben. He does all of the cooking and cleaning at our house. I came to love Ben a lot."

"My Dad is his master, and he made sure Ben knew that he was to take care of my every need, including having sex with him. My Dad is very dominating muscular man. He was a wrestler, like me, when he was in high school and college. He told me that a male bitch is much better than marrying a woman. He taught me the right way to treat a bitch. Ben adores my Dad, and Dad loves him in return. They have what I would call a masculine relationship. I want to have a similar relationship with you, if things work out that way."

I said, "I thought you were looking for a girlfriend?"

He shook his head. "No, I've tried making love to several different girls, but it doesn't really turn me on, like having sex with you. I told my Dad that I was going to fuck you, today."

I looked at him in surprise. "You told your Dad?!"

"Yes, I did. He and Ben want to meet you, so we're driving down to the farm this weekend," he said.

"Where's your farm?" I asked.

"It's just north of Gunnison," James said. "Dad works at the state prison there. He still runs the dairy farm, but he can't make ends meet without working at the prison. So, Ben helps run the dairy, while Dad is at work. Since I came up here to school, Dad's hired a couple of guys who live in Gunnison to help Ben."

I said, "So, you're really serious about being my master. I thought you were just saying that stuff to get me horny."

James laughed, "Yes, I want to be your master, because you're my bitch. Being your master sure does turn me on. It also helped get the other guys to agree to fuck you. They're all straight, but I knew if they thought of you as their sex slave, they'd fuck your brains out, which they did today."

I kissed him, and said, "You're a genius."

"Thank you for recognizing my superior intellect! But, like I said, I want to be the kind of master my Dad is. He's loving, kind and gentle with Ben. Ben is his bitch and he expects total and complete obedience; but, at the same time, Ben knows that Dad loves him and won't ever do anything or ask him to do anything that would harm him. There's a lot of trust between them. I want that for us, if you're willing to be my slave."

He searched my eyes, trying to decipher what was going on in my head. I was thinking about everything he had told me, and I made my decision. "If you're serious about having a relationship like what you've described, I'm all for that. I want to be loved and cared for. I want a strong dominate man to make me his slave, but I don't want to be abused and beaten into submission. I'll submit to you, because I want to make you happy, and I know you'll do everything possible to make me happy."

James smiled, "I know it sounds crazy, but I think it will work out for us. But you have to promise to obey me."

I caressed his chest, as I replied, "I promise, as long as you do your best to get me pregnant."

He grinned broadly. "I think I can give you a promise that you'll be so full of cum, it will be impossible for you NOT to get pregnant."

His cock was at full staff, as he pushed me down on my back and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He pushed my legs down so they were on either side of my head, as he pushed his male member into my quivering hole.

He buried his cock in my ass in one stroke, causing me to moan. He leaned over me, and kissed me, pushing his tongue between my lips. He kissed me all over, as his cock kept hitting my button, causing my ass to grip his cock.

He grinned, and said, "You've learned to use your ass muscles to give me more pleasure. Congratulations!"

"I'm a quick a quick learner," I said, smiling up at him. He leaned down and nibbled on my nipples. I gasped with pleasure. "No one has ever played with my tits before. You didn't do that when you fucked me earlier today."

He laughed, and said, "I want you to have the full experience of being a woman, which means I get to suck on your tits. Like I said, you're my bitch, and I want you to learn how to pleasure a man. You need to get to know us. By that, I mean you should be able to identify us just by tasting our cocks or feeling our cocks in your cunt."

"I think I can already tell which cock belongs to whom, but I'm not sure about being fucked," I said.

"Use your ass muscles, bitch," he said. "Bear down on my cock. Can you feel the veins in it, and the shape of tip of it as I pull completely out of you?" I nodded my head, as I did as he instructed me. "Now, as I push in, pay attention to how it feels. The most sensitive part of your cunt is your ass ring. Use it to help you recognize who has their dick up your ass."

He pushed in, and did as he asked. I looked into his eyes, and said, "That's purely amazing. I never knew I could feel anything like that." When I felt his balls tap my butt, I asked, "How do you know all of this stuff?"

He grinned, and said, "My Dad used to play tricks on Ben. He would have me fuck him, while Ben was blindfolded, until he figured out it wasn't my Dad fucking him. I asked him how he knew, and he told me how he did it." He kissed. "Enough talking," he said, before he started fucking me in earnest. I met his thrusts with my cunt, establishing a rhythm that had us both moving rapidly toward an unbelievable climax. James made on last hard thrust, and stiffened as he shot my ass full of his cum.

I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles together to keep him from falling out of me. "I love you, master," I whispered into his ear.

James whispered back, "I love you, too, bitch."

I don't know how long we lay intertwined like that, but James stirred and lifted his weight off of me. "Carla, you can let me go, now."

I smiled, and kissed him. "Only if you promise to fuck me again before we go to sleep tonight."

He grinned. "I promise. Now, let me up, before I pee all over you."

I let my legs fall to his sides, and he jumped to his feet with very little effort. I drank in the sight of his beautiful bubble butt, as he went into the bathroom. He returned, and grinned at me.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked.

"Yes, I do, very much," I said.

"Good, because you'll get to see it every night from now on," James said. He asked, "So, are we pulling out the hide-a-bed, or are we sleeping on the floor?"

"We can pull the bed out, but it's not a good one. It has lots of broken springs. I usual sleep on the couch," I replied.

"Alright, let's make our bed on the floor. It just means it won't be as comfortable for you," James said.

"I'll be fine," I said, smiling at him. "I'll be with you."

We made our bed by spreading out a blanket on the floor, with a second one on top of it. I grabbed two pillows out of my closet, and put them on the floor. We climbed under the covers, and he pulled me close.

He looked into my eyes, and said, "Are you ready for round two?"

"Yes," I said.

"This time we're going to try a couple of different positions," he said. "We'll start out in the missionary one, then move to doggy style, and finally side by side. We'll see which one we like the best."

We executed his plan, with me being well fucked by the time he filled me with his cum. We lay in each other arms, as we basked in the afterglow of great sex.

He looked into my eyes, and asked, "Well, which position did you like the best?"

"I like them all, because each one felt different. My favorite is missionary, because you can kiss me, while your fucking my brains out."

"I like it, too, for the same reason; but, I like the others, because they provide variety," James said.

"Thank you for teaching me how to give you pleasure, master," I said.

James said, "You're welcome, bitch."

I placed my head on his chest, and fell asleep, listening to the steady beating of his heart.