I was so glad to get away from my parents and go to college. I just thrilled to think of the freedom, and how I could blow off studying and the like.
When I got there and moved into my dorm, I met the R. A., Mitch. Mitch assured my parents he would keep an eye out for me, and make sure I kept up on my homework, and just stayed out of trouble in general. I had thought that he was joking, or at least just trying to please my folks when he said, "Darrin will want to keep up on his studies, cause no one wants to be on my bad list!"
It wasn't until the next day that my roomate moved in. Paul was a nice guy from the start, but I could tell he had even less intentions of studying than I did. Paul blew off Mitch's comments about keeping up on studies at our first dorm meeting. In fact, he blew off the comments of others in the dorm who told us not to get on Mitch's bad list.
Mitch came by our room faithfully at 9:30 pm each night and asked how we were doing in class, and asked if our homeowrk was done. I had gotten a little concerned about just what it meant to be on Mitch's bad list, so I decided to keep up on studies. Paul however, did not.
Every night Paul would lie about his homework. There was one thing Paul did not count on though, Mitch was Paul's Biology teacher's grading assistant.
Sure enough, Paul had failed his first test in Biology. He had told me so. He told me he didn't want to face Mitch, because he was ashamed, but he couldn't tell him the truth either. Paul asked me to try to change the subject when Mitch asked that night.
Just like clockwork, Mitch came by at 9:30 and asked "Paul, how was your test in Biology today, how do you think you did?"
Paul didn't say anything, instead, I offered something about my recent success in Freshman Comp class.
Mitch returned to the subject, again he asked Paul about his test in Biology. Paul lied outright. He told Mitch he had aced it easy.
What Paul and I didn't know, was that Mitch had Paul's test in his back pocket.
Mitch pulled it out, and sternly said, "Paul, you have failed this test! You have received the lowest grade in the class, and NOW YOU ARE ON MY BAD LIST!!!" Mitch told Paul and I to report to his room at 10:30 that night.
When we arrived at Mitch's room, he said that I was there because I should have kept Paul more on track with his studies, and that he didn't need to bother explaining why Paul was there.
Mitch said that he had written down the punishments Paul was to recieve on a piece of paper, then he folded it and put it in a drawer. He then told me that I was to guess at what the punishments would be, and if I was right, Paul alone would suffer them. If I was too lenient, I alone would suffer the punishment. If I was too severe in my guess, Paul and I would both recieve the punishment. He then told Paul to strip naked.
The first punishment Paul was to receive was spankigs with Mitch's wide black leather belt. Mitch said "Since this could be hard to guess exactly, he was going to give me a leway of ten spankings."
I thought and then I guessed "Nineteen?"
"Too lenient" Mitch exclaimed, and then ordered me to strip naked.
He handed Paul the belt and told him to administer 50 spankings, and not to let any of them be light, or he too would face 50.
Paul didn't spare my butt. I bent over his lap, and thenhe commenced to beat my furry globes raw.
Next Mitch wanted me to guess at the new hairstyle little boy Paul would leave the room with that night. He said "Since Paul was not a man and able to make himself study, he should look like a little boy too."
This time Mitch gave me the choice between a simple butch, and a military high and tight. If I guessed as he had chosen, Paul alone would suffer the barber job. It was a toss up. I guessed the high and tight.
Mitch simply said "Hmmph."
Now the workover on my furry butt cheeks caused some stirring in my groin, and well you could say that I was sporting quite a rod.
Mitch told me to sit in the chair that Paul had blistered my butt in and then told Paul to have a seat on my lap cause he didn't have anything to lift Paul up for his haircut.
Paul tried to squirm around and find a place to sit avoiding my raging hard-on. Finally, Mitch just positioned Paul's cherry hole over my rod and forced him down on it. Mitch said, "Now you won't move around, will ya?"
Mitch went about the high and tight with amazing precision. Quite quickly Paul's ponytail was gone and his own _d_i_c_k_ had become hard.
Mitch announced that Paul's haircut was complete and pulled him off my rod. He then told Paul to have a seat, and let me in on the fact that I had again guessed wrong, and that he had only intended for Paul to sport a simple butch, so now I too would have the high and tight.
This time, Mitch didn't wait for me to find a comfortable place in Paul's lap, he simply centered me over Paul's _c_o_c_k_, and forced my own cherry ass down on Paul's 8 inches of intruder.
Mitch reduced my locks to the same style Paul now had. My hair was gone, and my but was raw in more ways than one.
Mitch pulled me off the raging bone up my butt, and announced that there was one last punishment for me to decide.
Mitch reasoned that since Paul was a bad little boy, he shouldn't bear the marks of manhood. He intended to remove some body hair as a way for Paul to really remember to study.
I had to figure out how much he wanted Paul to lose. If I undershot, I alone would lose. If I guessed correctly, Paul alone would lose. If I overguessed, we both would suffer.
I looked at Paul, but this time I had no feeling of pity for him. My butt was sore, my hair had practically been shaved off my head, and all of it because of him. I told Mitch, that Paul should have all of his body hair shaved off. If there was a chance I was going to lose my own pubes, his were going too. I wasn't going to go this one alone.
Mitch again only uttered, "Hmmph."
Mitch pulled out a milk crate from under his desk and told Paul to stand on it. Taking his time, and enjoying every swipe he made, Mitch removed the hairs from Paul's body. He took off the hair on Paul's arms, hands, armpits, feet, legs. Paul only had about three hairs on his chest, but he had an impressive long, thick curly thatch of pubes and more hair on any guys balls than I had ever seen. Mitch removed the hair from Paul's stomach and lowered his pubes by about an inch and a half and then he took to Paul's armpits. From his pits, he moved back to Paul's ass. Paul's ass was clean but the crack was a forest of thick curly hair. Mitch made his was through it all and took off the rest of his bush. Mitch had saved the clipping of the hair on Paul's nut sac for last. When he took the clippers through that dark entanglement, Paul whimpered.
Mitch handed me a razor and some shaving gel. I was instructed to shave everyplace he had clippered. When I was done, Mitch instructed Paul to get off the milk crate, and for me to stand on it.
_s_h_i_t_! I had over shot. I too was going to have my manfur stolen because of Paul's goofing off.
Mitch stood in front of me with the clippers. He just kept circling me. Finally, I told him to "Just do it!"
"Do what?" inquired Mitch.
"Shave off all my body hair like Paul." I answered.
"All righty then" Mitch said, and started to remove my traces of manhood.
In fairly the same order, Mitch clippered through my own forests. While I didn't have as thick of pubes as Paul, and while my nut sac was only sparsely haired, there were other areas of hair that caused me to whimper upon losing. I got choked up when the clippers made a Z across my chest. My pelt there was thick. Mitch left the Z until just before removing the pubes and ball hairs. The last part of me he shave though was my ass. It was tender, but the vibrating blade gliding across it actually felt good.
Mitch handed Paul the razor and gel, and soon the job was finished.
Mitch had us stand together as he lectured us about how we would now behave, and how our schedules would be approved by him. He informed us that we would not have time for dates (not that anyone would go out with us now anyway) and for _s_e_x_ual relief we should use each others asses, since we sort of tried them out tonight anyway.
We were to shave each other down daily, and report back to him for biweekly haircuts. Also, we were to shower at the main showers at the peek time every day. Mitch wanted others to see what happens to boys who end up on his bad list.
Before we left Mitch handed me the folded peice of paper. Sure enough, it was fifty spankings, the haircut was to be just a butch, and the correct answer was a complete body shave. I started to put up a fuss and Mitch reminded me that I told him to do the shave. All he told me to do was to get up on the milk crate.
You can bet your ass that as soon as we got back to our room, Paul got his ass whipped and how!
There are now fifteen guys on our floor of the dorm who have ended up on Mitch's bad list. Shower time is a bit congested.