Hangovers

Peter woke up unrested, the salty sweet taste of Sharif's seed still in his mouth. His gift has formed a hard shell over Peter's cock and pubes. It had gotten so ground into his dense pubic hair it hurt to try and pick out from under his covers.

Quietly, he waited. Listening to the soft steady breathing of his psychotic roommate. When he was confident Sharif was still asleep he grabbed a pair of shorts, a change of clothes and a towel and slunk to the communal showers.

It was early and empty so Peter didn't have to worry about conversation. He didn't even know what he would say. He brushed his teeth twice before jumping into the hot water but it didn't do much good. He knew all traces of semen should be gone from his mouth but he felt he could still taste it.

The hot water felt good and he ferociously scrubbed Sharif's phlegm from his crotch. Quickly Peter put the events of last night behind him. It was a one time thing. No one would ever know. Sharif had photos, true but Peter would appeal to the dean of students. He'd have a new room by the end of the day. Once he had that he'd get to work pressing charges against Sharif.

Things were looking up he told himself. He dressed quickly and headed out. He spent a long morning at the dean's office but no one would see him. After finally getting to sit with an assistant to an assistant he is too embarrassed to report the full instance of what happened. He is reprimanded for wasting everyone's time and sent down to housing to reject a transfer.

The woman in housing and development is less than helpful. After explaining that there are no more available dorms she suggests Peter get off campus housing something we which he can't nearly afford.

"But I see here you are matched with Sharif Al-Jazal! Oh he is such a NICE boy!" She gushed to Peter's horror.

"He and his father were here just the other day. You know his father bought us the new science and technology lab their building across the street. And they both golf with the deans all the time. Your VERY lucky young man. Sharif and his father are a great star to hitch to."

Peter could feel his stomach lurch as the woman droned on for another ten minutes on how great and powerful the Al-Jazal family was for the school, for New York City.

As he walked back towards his room Peter wanted to weep. What could he do?

When he opens the door to his room Sharif is waiting.

Even seated in his massive recliner Sharif seemed huge. Peter's attempt to ignore was awkward and obvious.

"Peter we need to discuss something. " Sharif rumbled darkly.

Peter froze in front of his bed. On it was a pile of a dozen or so small panties of all colors. White, pink, black, red. Some lacy, some thongs...all manner.

"What is..." Peter started turning to Sharif with a baffled expression.

"I have decided," Sharif began talking over him, "It is improper for us to dress so similarly. As we learned last night you are a feminine little girl and I am a man. It is not right for girls to dress like men. So, while we are here you will wear those. Or, you can wear nothing. "

As everything he did Sharif left no room for question or conversation. It was a statement backed by the prodigious power of his physical size.

"You..you won't get away with this. " Peter mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Sharif said, rising.

He staked towards Peter,his chest hair pouring out from the top of his tanktop. Peter's eyes unconsciously fell to that pendulous swaying behind Sharif's mesh shorts.

"Get away with what Peter? Perhaps you think of disagreeing?" He towered over Peter now, their toes touching.

"Feel free. Perhaps you will change your mind once I break your arm."

Peter said nothing, his eyes falling as he began to strip.

"I'm NOT wearing those. " Peter pouted, choosing nudity over the panties.

"The choice is all yours Peter. " Sharif said it with such a condescending tone it seemed like **** at all.

Sharif returned to his chair and TV ignoring Peter and his nudity. Suddenly the door banged.

"Ah Jesse is here." Sharif said with a booming laugh and going to the door.

"Jesse!?" Peter squeaked diving under his covers to hide his nudity