Your new room

I've returned to writing and I'm dedicated to enhancing my grammar and writing style. Recognizing my past errors, I took a pause to learn English, and now I'm back to revising some chapters. I want to express my gratitude to everyone who has reached out and offered words of support.

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An intense pain is acting upon your body, even though fatigued, it's not the time to stay in this humiliating position, lying on the ground. Other students might see your condition and it sends shivers down your spine knowing that on your first day, people would see you as a crying baby. You compose yourself and rise towards your new room.

Walking through the dormitory halls, a strange silence and calmness fill the space. For the beginning of the school year, it's oddly quiet. You head towards the room you were directed to. As you approach the door, you see scribbles all over it, obscene drawings, and words written that would make anyone embarrassed to read, In the center of the door, it was written, "Maria and Jéssica's room." You can't believe you'll be sharing the dorm with two girls. Isn't that forbidden? Are men allowed to stay in the same room as women? Even though you ask about it, all you want to do is lie down or sit on a chair to ease this pain. You can barely stand... So, without a second thought, you decide to open the door to try to rest.

"I hope the people in this room aren't worse than the people I've met."

You enter the room and close the door behind you. You can't believe it.

The floor was coated in mud, with dried white and yellow stains covering every surface—blankets, the floor, walls, and furniture alike. A television hung on the wall, adorned with what appeared to be dirty laundry. The bed and blankets seemed soiled and perspiration-soaked, resembling the chaos of a disorganized teenager's room. Used toilet paper lay scattered indiscriminately, mingling with strewn clothes. Of particular interest was a cage in the corner, resembling a large dog enclosure, containing newspapers and two bowls—one pink, the other metallic. Upon entering, a sense of confinement enveloped you as you closed the door behind. Gradually adjusting to the dimness, the noxious odor intensified. Realization dawned: this was a cramped room (6 x 6), with an equally small bathroom, fit for only one person. "What a foul stench, what an appalling environment," you vocalized your dismay. As you pressed on, you inadvertently stepped into something moist and tacky, revulsion coursing through you at the realization of where you were.

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You spot two medium-sized wardrobes in the room, and a flicker of hope sparks within you—perhaps there's space to store your belongings after Mrs. Elli's thorough inspection. Tentatively opening one of the wardrobes, you're met with a startling sight: an assortment of garments crafted from various fabrics—latex, rubber, interspersed with conventional textiles. Amidst the clothes, a collection of heels and assorted shoes catch your eye, alongside some school supplies. However, what truly grabs your attention is a peculiar box, its surface coated with the same white liquid that stained the floor. The substance oozes from the box's sides, surrounding it entirely. Among the box's contents are party balloons—some limp, others filled with the mysterious liquid, a few containing strands of hair, while others appear tinged with a yellow hue. Despite the curiosity it incites, there's no room for your belongings in this wardrobe. With a sigh, you close it and turn to the second wardrobe. "What in the world?!" This one houses an extensive array of BDSM toys, meticulously organized—a stark contrast to the chaos reigning in the room.

items in the closet:

Door: whips, paddles, ropes and chains

drawers: clamps, handcuffs, chastity cage, soundings

shelf: Several huge dildos ordered by size (Horse dildo, Bull, Dragon, tentacle, black long dildos, the smallest size you estimate is around 23 cm 9 " and thick 8cm 3"

butt plug: with pump to inflate, in the shape of a hand, made of metal and other shapes, but all very thick and large

huge tubes written "LUBE"

You find yourself at a loss, unable to precisely discern the purpose of these unfamiliar objects. Growing up in a tranquil family setting with minimal exposure to adult content, you're unfamiliar with such paraphernalia. Yet, a sense of unease pervades. Moving closer to inspect the animal cage, you note the cage appears remarkably young, suggesting recent acquisition. While the bowls remain empty, one is labeled "DOG." Adjacent to the cage stands a cylindrical container, likely intended for the animal's hydration needs. Strangely, your apprehension seems to wane in regard to the cage—it emerges as the most ordinary item amidst the peculiarities of the room.

You find yourself in the bathroom, your hand turning the handle to unlock the closed door. Stepping inside, the familiar yet pungent scent of the room assaults your senses, reminiscent of a crowded public restroom. Switching on the light, you're met with a scene of disarray: the floor tells a tale of more misses than hits in terms of toilet aim, with lingering residue in the drain. "Seriously, can't people bother to flush?" you grumble in frustration. The sink appears relatively ordinary, except for the presence of two toothbrushes and an odd one out. This discovery surprises you; the dorm entrance indicated only two occupants, with just two beds present, leaving no space for a third. Shaking off further thoughts about the room's occupancy, you glance downward, assessing the state of your penis after today's ordeal. It remains tightly confined, showing no signs of release from its cage anytime soon. Each step serves as a reminder of the discomfort caused by the tube within you and the divider separating your swollen testicles, a painful consequence of the earlier kicks.

you hear heavy footsteps approach, growing louder with each passing moment, it becomes evident that it's not just one person.