Your roommate

You open the door, more than a little nervous after some of the sights you’ve seen. You take a sigh of relief when you see a guy on the other side. “Hey you Sam? I’m Steve, your roommate.”

“Oh, yea. Hey Steve, come on in.”

You quickly glance him over. Steve seems like a normal enough guy, maybe a half a head taller than you and athletically lean. His short high cropped blonde hair barely stands out on his farmer tanned skin. He is wearing a simple t shirt and gym shorts, along with a bright blue leather dog collar around his throat. Steve sees your nervousness, and correctly guesses at it. “So let me guess... first day, and you had no idea what you were getting into?”

You just silently nod.

“Yea... that’s almost every guy’s reaction. Good job not falling for any of the traps yet. The women here, let’s just say there isn’t enough to go around. And with the power the school gives them, they can and will do whatever they can to get a guy. And, no offense, your cute enough you’ll be a prime target.”

You sigh, overwhelmed by it all. “Wait, So you came in early then?”

“Yea, I’m on the track team. Our training started two weeks ago. So I’ve at least got a head start, in both the good ways and bad...” he trails off, hand on his collar.

“Um, can I ask about the, you know, collar?”

He laughs grimly. “Oh, yea. Collars are their marking system for guys here. It can provide some protection, if you use it right. Mine is blue, meaning I belong to an athletic team. As long as I keep performing well, I’m one of the most protected guys on campus. I just have to eat out my coach when she asks for it, and I’m golden. Though, ugh, some of the other guys who don’t perform as well aren’t as lucky. The guy who came in last place during our first practice became the mascot. You don’t want to know...”

You grimace at the idea of what the mascot must go through... though you also have to admit, after some of the things you’ve seen, giving head to a milf for protection doesn’t seem that bad.

“Wait, So if blue is sport teams, what are the other colors?”

“Ok, so the basic system is broken down like this:

• Blue collars belong to athletic teams. Their protection is based on their performance, with good athletes only needing to serve their coach, while under performing athletes become the plaything of the entire team.
• Green collars belong to teachers pets. These belong to exceptional students, whom the teacher had decided to personally tutor. While protected from other students, their after class time can be... difficult.
• Orange collars are for failing students. Any student failing a class, after mandatory extra study hours, looses their free time and becomes property of the disciplinary committee until they are passing again. The ones suffering in public places often are orange collars, though they are also rented to girls as a fund raising tool.
• Red collars are the personal property of a female student. They voluntarily give up their freedom to a specific woman or small group of women, and become their property while on campus. While lacking freedom, any campus punishments fall to their owners and not on them.
• Purple collars belong to a club. They are similar to a mix of red and blue collars, as the wearer gives up their freedom to the group of females in that club, but expires at the beginning of the next semester. How easy or rough life is for the sub totally depends on the club. Each club is only allowed one purple collar, so they are difficult to come by.
• Yellow collars are for small rule breakers. These are for collarless students that break minor infractions. The ones that caught them may temporarily collar them, and punish them as they see fit until curfew. Many females carry yellow collars on campus in the hopes to catch a male breaking a minor rule.
• Black collars are the ultimate punishment. The wearers lose all rights to personhood, and any female student or faculty can do whatever they want to them for no reason. This is given if you end a semester with a failing grade, or commit a major infraction.”

You think you get it. Collars can protect you, because if you belong to someone or some group, only they can punish you. “Wait... what about guys who don’t have collars?”

“Ahhh now you get to the important part. You see, though they like to act like it, outside of special events if you aren’t breaking a rule female students can’t **** you to do things. The faculty is another matter, but we will get to that. The catch with the students, though, is it is ridiculously easy for a guy to break minor rules. So already having a collar protects you immensely. That’s why guys sign up for red collars. They find the girls they either like or at least think won’t be that harsh, and give themselves to them for the protection from the masses.”

“So... I mean, you seem like a smart guy. Why are you putting up with all of this instead of going to another college?”

He grimly laughs again. “Man, this is the only place I got a full ride scholarship to. I was injured my senior year, so no other college would give me a. Chance in their teams. And, though this whole setup is insane, if i can keep it together ill graduate without any debt with a good degree. What about you? Thinking of dropping out?

“No... I’m stuck here. This is the only college I got into, and I’m out on the streets otherwise. Guess I’ll stick it out...”

You two get to know each other more until you both crash. Tomorrow starts your first day of classes.