Yes and he even takes a photo of it!

Jup, the damage is done. Unbeknownst to you, Jamal has snapped a picture of your almost completely naked ass and already has send it into his group chat with the black members of the BSA. His phone screen already filled with lewd comments from his BSA homies.

<some of the messages>

[Homies]

Jamal: Send a picture

Jamal: hes ben moaning under the shower the whole time!

Trent: damn bro gonna nut to that phat white ass tonight

Jamal: thanks for the Info man...

Trent: dont send prime fuck meat into the group if you dont expect me to comment!

Jason: hes right Jamal and damn brother leave some of that thick booty for us

Dior: That whity is going to love your rod!

Dior: can i show Ty that pic? He obviously cant get hard, but a cake like that needs to be shared!

Jamal: sure thing bro, as if I care, gonna own em anyways

Jamal: how small did you get him down by now btw?

Dior: got him to 1.5 inches, his little clitty still fights sometimes, but it stopped getting hard as often!

Dior: will send you a pic later, hes under my desk rn

Jamal: great man, cant wait for him to be perma locked, love a pic of it!

Dior: yea me 2 its incredible seeing him lose size and cum without getting hard, didn't expect it to be this great but damn...

Trent: told ya bro its a game changer, I had only one condition for S and J and that was for him to get locked up

Trent: she instantly agreed, that little pecker had no chance

Trent: since then the little man won't get off my dick and she gets so turned on by it!

Ash: god damn how are you so lucky, those germans are the easyest to get blacked, hes gonna twerk on yo dick in no time, so jelous!!

Jason: we gonna find you a girl 2 Ash, its easyest when you dont try : ]

Jason: maybe I can get Mary to a three way if shes up for it, shes practically addicted to dark meat! ;D

Ash: bro you would do that for me? Didn't know she was such a slut...

Jason: wouldn't call her a slut, she just likes sex like everyone of us, but will tell you if shes interested : )

Ash: sorry about that, you right

Ash: thanks bro!

<....>

Jamal is amused by the reaction of his homies to the picture; he can’t wait to share your boypussy with them.

But you don’t know that, you just lie back on your bed, the mattress squeaking softly beneath you. "I hope I didn’t waste all the hot water," you say sweetly. Without meaning to, your eyes drift slightly toward Jamal’s exposed crotch.

You notice the prominent bulge pressing against the fabric of his jeans, now larger than before, hiding very little. A flicker of curiosity about its real size crosses your mind, but you quickly push the thought away.

Jamal’s smirk deepens into a devilish grin as he looks up from his phone and catches your gaze. "Don’t worry about the hot water, Emile. There’s always plenty to go around," he assures you, his voice laced with amusement and something darker, more primal.

With you back in bed and the group chat in a frenzy, Jamal stands and steps into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. The sound of the shower starting again fills the dorm room, the steady drumming of water against tile providing a rhythmic backdrop to your thoughts.

As Jamal showers, he can’t help but imagine the look on your face when you finally come face to face with his massive black cock. The thought sends a thrill of sadistic pleasure coursing through him, his member growing fully hard under the warm stream of water. But it’s not the time to pleasure himself right now.

He pictures the reactions his brothers would have when he finally gets you to submit to his rod.

He knows that behind your naïve and sweet personality lies a perfect submissive slut, just waiting to be set free, and he knows he will be the one to do so.

"They’re in for a real treat," he muses to himself, the smug satisfaction evident in his voice.

As you hear the water shut off and the bathroom door creak open, you turn to see Jamal emerging from the steam. His wet, dark skin glistens with droplets, his physique on full display. The steam clings to his broad shoulders and well-defined muscles, highlighting the sheer masculinity and raw power he possesses. The scent of his soap fills the room, opposite your sweet coconut aroma, his is a musky, masculine scent that, for some reason, makes your heart race.

"Damn, man, I didn’t know such a beast was hiding under those baggy clothes!" you say, scanning his perfectly chiseled body. His abs are flawless, his chest thick with muscle, and even his legs are sculpted. Not to mention his arms, which look thick and defined.

"Thanks, Emile," he replies with an arrogant grin, his eyes drinking in your appreciative gaze. He casually towels off, making no effort to hide his semi-erect state in his white underwear, but never exposing his cock directly, clearly pleased with your admiration.

"You must work out every single day to look like this, right?" you say, fascinated.

"Yeah, I spend a lot of time at the gym with my bros. It’s important to stay in shape, to keep the body strong and ready for..." He pauses, his voice trailing off as he flexes; the muscles in his arms and chest ripple with the movement. "...any challenge that comes my way," he finishes, his voice carrying a proud tone.

With a cocky smile, he adds, "It also makes the boys swoon when they see me."

You’re surprised that Jamal is talking about boys, but before you can ask him about it, he says...

"But don’t sell yourself short, Emile. You’ve got a great body too, sleek in some places, delightfully curvy in others."

He casually tosses the towel aside, slides into a pair of jogging pants while you look away, and then steps closer to your bed. A predatory gleam lights his eyes as he allows himself the luxury of openly appraising your form.

His gaze lingers on your naked curves you’re just wearing tight underwear to bed, and the soft light filtering through the window casts shadows that accentuate your features. He continues, "You carry your strength in different ways, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Embracing our differences is what makes us unique." His voice is warm and encouraging, but beneath that hides a subtle undertone of manipulation, reinforcing the contrast between your bodies and eventually your roles in this world.

"Remember, Emile, strength comes in many forms. And sometimes, the most powerful muscles in the body are the ones between your legs."

What sounds like a compliment towards your ass, is secretly a dig at your manliness, he’s clearly referring to his oversized cock while highlighting your lack in that department.

You laugh nervously, shifting uneasily under his intense gaze. "Yeah, well… I don’t know. I’ve always been made fun of for my ass, if that’s what you mean. Because, of course, you’ve noticed that, everyone has..."

Your voice trails off, tinged with insecurity. "I don’t know, man, I never feel so manly with my curves. It’s better to have a bulge in the front of your pants than in the back, right?" You joke dejectedly, gestureing towards his visible bulge, trying to hide your discomfort. "But don’t worry about it, that’s my cross to bear, not yours."

Jamal chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving your flushed face. He steps even closer, the heat radiating from his freshly showered body palpable as he stands at the edge of your bed. "Emile, don’t you know that confidence is the most attractive quality a person can have?" He pauses, letting his words settle before continuing.

"Your curves, and yes, with that, I also mean your ass," he laughs, "they’re part of what makes you, you. And trust me, there are plenty of people who appreciate a cake like that." His tone is firm yet reassuring, a stark contrast to the mockery you’ve faced in the past. He reaches out, his large, dark hand gently resting on your shoulder, a tangible reminder of his presence, his size, and his aura of dominance.

He squeezes your shoulder lightly, his touch both comforting and commanding. "You shouldn’t feel self-conscious about your body, Emile. Every part of you has its own beauty, and there’s nothing more manly than owning your unique features." His hand lingers for a moment longer before he withdraws it, his fingers trailing lightly across your skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

Behind those words lies his true intention: if you feel more confident in your body, you’ll no doubt show it off more, and he’ll revel in talking about it as much as he likes since you would be more accepting of it.

"Thank you, Jamal, that’s very nice of you to say," you reply, your voice filled with newfound confidence. The heat of his skin still lingers on your shoulder, a warm reminder of his touch.

"Maybe I should stop wearing these pants that mostly hide my features and feel uncomfortable, and start wearing normal ones," you say rhetorically, "because why hide something I was naturally born with, right? And if people want to make fun of it, then that’s their problem!" Your voice grows more assured. "Thank you, Jamal!" you repeat with a more confident smile. "If you want to, and if you have the time, you could help me choose some pants that fit me better tomorrow, you know, since it’s still orientation week, even though I missed a bit of it. Of course, only if you want to!" you add eagerly, not realizing you’ve just given him the ticket to a nice, long free viewing session of your thick white ass.

Jamal’s smile widens at your words, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the progress he’s made in just a few short hours. "I’d be more than happy to help you pick out some new pants, Emile," he says, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I think you’ll be surprised at how confident you’ll feel when you start embracing your natural assets." He jokes, "You’re luck, I’m a master at finding clothes that accentuate shapes." He adds with a grin, having watched many a white boy’s butt in very fitting clothes.

He retreats to his side of the room, his gaze lingering on your form as he slips into a sleeveless shirt that clings to his muscular torso. "I’ll ask the BSA group if they have any good ideas for clothing shops," he says in a friendly tone, then adds, "Tomorrow, we’ll hit up a few stores and find you some clothes that accentuate your physique instead of hiding it. I think it’s time for you to step into your own, Emile."

"You are far away from any judgment from the past. Remember, you have a clean slate here. Be the person you’ve always wanted to be," he says, building your confidence with his words.

"Yeah, you’re right. I need to embrace this reset and be myself," you beam as you lie back on your bed.

He folds his towel neatly and places it on his bed, maintaining the facade of a helpful and considerate roommate. "It’s all about finding the right balance between comfort and style."

"Haha, if you say so. But great, I’m excited for it!" you say cheerfully, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Now that you feel settled in and have a plan, at least for tomorrow, you lie back in bed, but something feels strange to you. You can’t quite put a finger on it, but something feels off. Then it hits you, at home, you always sleep naked. That’s why wearing your tight underwear right now feels strange. Since your ass is so big, most male underwear feels way too tight and restrictive, so you don’t wear any when you don’t have to. So, now you find yourself contemplating, would it be okay to ask Jamal if it’s alright for you to sleep naked? Would that make him feel strange?

On the other hand, he’s been talking a lot about feeling confident and safe in your own body, so he should be fine with it, right?