Hell House-Chapter 2

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HELL HOUSE

by Randy MacAnus

Chapter 2

There were a number of young men who lived in the building that had either figured out, or been told, that a white freshman wearing nothing but running shorts, and a slave collar, was someone’s bitch, and available for fucking and humiliation, when they were dressed that way.

And while most of the these young men were gay tops, some were straight, but perfectly willing to degrade another guy, and get their rocks off at his expense, if they were horny enough.

No one would know who this year’s slut (or sluts) would be. But they would know him when they saw him in running shorts and the collar. And nothing else. They also knew about the laundry room and the mail room, though not the schedule, which varied, in case I was enslaving more than one boy, or wanted to change things up.

So I was confident the boy had more pain and humiliation coming his way this evening.

“Jimmy” slowly opened the apartment door, and peeked out into the hall. It was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped out into the hall, with the laundry hamper cradled in his arms. Not yet knowing what stairwells led where, he took the elevator down to the lobby. Big mistake.

He stepped out of the elevator and crossed to the building directory, to see where the laundry room was. In the basement at the back of the building. He returned to the elevator, but it had been called to another floor. Not yet knowing any alternate routes, pretty Jimmy, in his tiny purple running shorts, slit up the sides all the way to the waistband, waited for the elevator’s return.

When the door opened, out stepped a couple of skinny Emo nerds. They took one look at Jimmy, and cracked up laughing. Jimmy blushed crimson, right down to his toes. When Jimmy tried to get on the elevator, one of the nerds put a restraining hand against his chest. The other came up behind the beautiful twink, and pulled his shorts down to his ankles.

Jimmy’s first impulse was to drop the hamper and beat the crap out of them. His second was to drop the hamper and pull up his shorts. The third was complete confusion. He wasn’t sure what to do in this specific situation. But there was a hand in his chest. So he stood there and did nothing, lowering his head in abject humiliation, as the doors to the elevator closed.

“So you’re the new building bitch,” said the boy in front of him. “Very hot. You’re going to be quite popular!”

At that, both Emo boys cracked up laughing. The boy in front of him took the hamper out of Jimmy’s hands, and set it down. The boy behind him took Jimmy’s wrists, and guided his hands up to the back of his head.

Both boys then took a step back to check out the naked little twink. Jimmy just stood there, his slender defined body fully exposed, running shorts around his ankles. His big blue eyes displayed his humiliation and terror.

The longer he stood there the more likely others would show up. But he knew there was nothing he could do! He couldn’t imagine the punishment he would be subjected to, if he failed to remain passive and compliant.

“What’s your name, bitch?” said the boy in front of him.

Until today, no one who knew him, or his reputation, would have dared to talk to him this way! His hard flat stomach roiled with helpless rage. He had never been publicly humiliated by anyone but his father. And even then, it had been nothing like this!

Despite his confusion and anger, he realized he had made no attempt to cover his junk. His hands remained behind his head, exactly as they had been placed. He wasn’t sure why that was, but he suspected covering his junk would have been a very bad idea.

“My name is… Jimmy.”

“Well Jimmy, we don’t much care ourselves, but a word of advice. From what we saw happen to last year’s Building Bitches, you would be well advised to put the word “Sir” at the end of your sentences.”

“This has happened before?!”

“Yeah. It seems since the building opened, there have been one or two freshmen each year, that have been turned out like this. There’s about a half dozen of them that are upper class-men now, that are still here, and serving anyone who wants them. But a couple of the guys never returned after their Freshman year. Can’t say I blame them. And that’s twice you’ve failed to say sir. Not smart.”

“Sorry, sir. I didn’t know this had happened to anyone else. Sir.”

“Rumor is, several former students who’ve graduated, have found a way to blackmail certain Freshman into being the Building Bitches, but no one knows for sure. But they are all hot. Which figures. And they all come from wealthy families, so I guess they have more to lose.”

“Good guess… Sir. May I pull my shorts up and leave now, Sir?”

“No. Just so you know, we both have girlfriends this year, so we don’t have as much need for the Building Bitches. But when our girls are on the rag, you can bet we are going to tap that fantastic ass and pretty mouth.”

The other boy said, “Now, just for our fun and amusement, since we won’t be using you tonight, here is what you are going to do. You are going to leave your shorts around your ankles and shuffle your way to the laundry room.”

With an embarrassed sigh, Jimmy said, “Yes, Sir…”

“Keep your hands on top of your head, until the elevator gets here.”

Jimmy complied. The first Emo boy pushed the down button for the elevator, and then both boys began feeling up their victim, one in front and one behind. Jimmy just stood there and let them, helpless to do anything else, unless he was willing to be disinherited.

When the elevator finally arrived, the boy in front of him stepped aside and allowed him to pick up the laundry hamper. A relieved Jimmy shuffled up to the door as it opened. And out stepped two more students. They laughed even louder than the first two.

As Jimmy shuffled onto the elevator, one spanked his ass and the other grabbed and squeezed his balls. He knew he had to stand still and take it, and even spread his legs, until they were done with him. Fortunately, they didn’t choose to take his shorts, or fuck him right then and there. Finally, they let the degraded teen shuffle through the elevator doors.

But as the doors closed, one of them said, “Looks like there’s going to be a party in the laundry room, tonight!”

Jimmy shuddered, and groaned as the doors closed and the four boys laughed their asses off. Well, at least they hadn’t fucked him in the lobby.