College Chronicles Ep. 11

"Sam's fine, I'm just joking around. And you said it yourself, toxic masculinity is a bitch. I don't like doing this shit, but I have to keep up appearances. Plus..." his voice lowered conspiratorially, and Natalie couldn't help but lean in to hear him. "Every girl I've met loves that shit. Makes them drip."

His genuine look turned sly, his eyebrows wiggled, and Natalie recoiled.

"Ugh. You're disgusting. And IF that even is true, it's only because they've been trained by society to be 'into' your macho, alpha bullshit."

"No way. Every single girl I've ever met loves my cock. Doesn't matter how much of a slut or a good girl they are. It's natural."

"Oh my god, can you not call it that? And... Ugh! That's the point! Society trains all women!"

"No no no."

He put up his hands for a moment in silent apology when Nat shot him a sharp, offended look, but finished his point.

"Look, you don't get it. It's more than being trained or taught. Not trying to be conceited, but I've fucked a lot of girls. Doesn't matter where they're from, how old they are, what race they are— even foreigners. Sluts, virgins— frigid feminists... My theory is that all women just want to be owned by a big dick."

He flashed a bright smile and perfect teeth.

"Sorry. And no offense. It's just kind of true, in my experience. Oh, and not just 'girls,' either..."

He grinned lewdly, and Natalie scoffed, trying to ignore his jibe.

"That's... You're... Just, ugh! You're exactly the problem!"

Natalie pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath. His boldness and the unabashed sexism were so ridiculous it made it hard for her to think straight.

As she described it, I knew the feeling.

"You're just a fucking gorilla, driven by your... fucking... second head." She had to pull her eyes away from his crotch, where she'd waved, but she was picking up steam as she spoke.

"All men are! You're just animals. All your alpha male bullshit is just posing to cover up how fucked up you are on the inside, and abuse as many women as possible. Total scum. And you're the worst of them, taking advantage of all those poor girls! It's like you're a sociopath! Just try not to KILL me because I won't fuck your annoying... Small... cock. You're just as pathetic and selfish as every other man in the world who thinks their nasty dick is god's gift but has never made a woman cum."

Jaxx's smile was gradually turning to a frown during the rant.

"Yeah, you have lots of sex, good for you, just like any other whore. But... what are you without daddy's bank account and steroids? I feel bad for you actually! You're vain, cruel, a bully, probably empty on the inside! You're not a playboy, you're a scam artist!"

When she finally stopped, out of breath, he took an icy second to drink. His tone was condescending and tight.

"You know, I tried to be nice. All I did was call you gorgeous. Now, you've called me a whore, a gorilla, a rapist, and a sociopath. It's almost like you don't give a shit about Sam."

Natalie froze at mention of my name, and I felt a pang of regret for his use of me as a tool to manipulate, even without my knowledge. He'd paused for effect, them continued,

"But really, I can't believe you called my dick small before you've seen it."

When Natalie described the cunning light that came to his eye, I knew exactly the one she meant.

"I've got an idea. Can I buy you something?"

"What?!" A twist she hadn't expected.

"Anything you want, name it, I'll buy it for you."

"I'd rather kill myself than spend your fucking money."

"Alright, what about my body? Do you think I'm hot?"

He smirked for a second, but covered it with an attempt at genuine curiosity. Natalie stammered a bit, on her heels.

"Y-you're... Conventionally attractive..." Her eyes scanned his broad chest, wandered down, before shaking back up to his face. "But definitely NOT my type."

"Alright, you don't want me for my money or my body. So let's make a bet. If you win, I'll leave you both alone forever. I'll even move out, let you live in 001 with Sam."

That really made her pause. It was a tempting deal, to be rid of Jaxx and protect me in one fell swoop. But she was suspicious of the terms.

"Okay... but what's the bet..."

"I think you're a liar. I think you can't wait to see my cock. So I bet if we go into the bathroom right now and I take out my cock you'll BEG me to get a taste."

Natalie was relieved— so relieved she snorted in amusement and began laughing at Jaxx's offer. She did want his cock, but she didn't want it that bad. As she'd laughed, an idea had come to her; one that would up the ante, get her what she wanted, and get rid of Jaxx all at once. Or so she thought.

"You want to show me your thing? Such little dick energy, 'big man!' We can do better than that!"

She was flooded with confidence of curiosity that had flared to life when I described his length to her, been stoked by coming face-to-face with his erection at our lecture.

"I bet if we go into the bathroom, and I get my tits out, I can make you cum in five minutes."

Natalie, as a liberated modern woman, had her own storied sexual experiences; they made her confident she could handle Jaxx. She bragged that no man had made her cum— she always finished herself. Her large breasts, dirty talk, and tight vagina brought boyfriends/friends with benefits/hookups alike to climax at speed, leaving her a very underwhelming average experience of men. She planned to use her tools to an advantage, going all out to prove just how little Jaxx was, despite whatever he was packing.

But when I heard the terms she proposed, I groaned and shook my head, knowing she was doomed, from intimate personal experience. It was a surprisingly naive mistake, and she smiled wryly and continued her story.

Jaxx seemed a little caught off guard for the first time in their conversation, though he brought back his casual smirk of control in seconds.

"Five minutes? You really think that little of me? Look, I'm not gonna lie, that's too easy. I'll let you say ten."

"What, are you going soft? Let's hope it's not all of you..."

Knowing the bet was her idea, that a possible out was rudely refused, made it harder for me to feel bad for Nat. She was too stubborn, digging her heels in just because Jaxx took pity. She had made the situation much worse for herself. Hubris; folly of woman.

She'd cast a dubious glance to his crotch as she punned at his expense, and he'd had enough, feeling the same way I did.

"Yeeesh. Alright bitch... And WHEN I win, we're going to do a photoshoot."

Natalie took her turn to smirk. Just photos? She had expected worse. Plus, she thought she had the bet in hand.

"Whatever. When I win, you're leaving us alone for good. And you CAN'T tell Sam about this."

Jaxx stood without another word and strode to the back of the cafe, stepping into the bathroom but leaving the door ajar. Natalie waited half a minute, then followed, head held high, walking with purpose, entering, and turning primly to lock the door.

When she spun to face him, Natalie felt less sure of herself.

The bathroom was cramped, and Jaxx's tall, broad frame occupied most of the space. Then he shifted to one side, and she matched his movement only to find herself suddenly penned in, back to sink and toilet, Jaxx standing between her and the only exit.

"Alright slut, get out those titties and get on your knees."

She swallowed slowly growing nerves and met his laughing gaze with her own sharp stare, one I knew could cut deep. But Jaxx was unphased, meeting that glare easily with his icy, mocking eyes. He was already undoing his belt, and as his jeans slipped down to reveal the large bulge in his underwear, Natalie shook with an involuntary quiver. Jaxx spotted the sign of weakness and tightened the screws.

"You talk a lot of shit... time to back it up."

She had wavered, for a second, on the edge of submission and defiance. But Natalie wasn't like me, wilting in the heat. Instead she rose to the challenge.

"Ugh, you're such a fucking dick. You're lucky I just need stupid jock cock sometimes!"

She spoke with a wink while taking off her jacket and draping it carefully over the edge of the sink. Under she was wearing a low cut white undershirt, minimal black bra visible through the thin fabric. In one movement she dropped smoothly to her knees and stretched her neckline down to free her breasts from cloth captivity.

She didn't describe her own tits, but I could imagine them hanging heavy; pert, broad nipples facing upward, dark areola juxtaposed against milky white skin.

She did tell me she reached underneath them with her forearms; squeezed them up so they were especially prominent. Then she stared up to Jaxx, sticking her tongue out, affecting a 'dick-starved' look for his pleasure.

\*

When she told me this particular detail, I couldn't help shake my head in disbelief, despite my promise.

"—Nat...why?? Why did you do... say... all that stuff?"

"I... I don't know! His cock is really big... And I like dirty talk! I thought it would get him finished quicker... it's worked before..." she huffed, pausing for a moment to collect her thoughts.

"It's different when I'm alone. When you're there and he's so horrible to us... It's easy to tell him to fuck off." She gave me a wary look and mumbled uncharacteristically, "I feel like... I'm... protecting you..."

She took a deep breath, and for the first time I could tell that she was struggling, suddenly feeling bad for casting stones from my glass house. My apology was mumbled and soft,

"I'm sorry I... I do get it... it's different when you're not there for me, too."

She shot me a soft half-smile, and I shut my mouth, resolving not to criticize her again.

"Well, if you didn't like that, you're not going to like what happened next..."

\*

In the bathroom, Jaxx had loudly voiced his approval.

"Fuck yeah baby that's what I'm talking about!"

He swiftly yanked down his underwear, letting his cock fall, half hard and already enormous, then sat on the closed toilet. At the same time he grabbed the back of Natalie's head and pulled her with him, so she was between his legs, boobs still propped outwards. He chuckled and wrapped the other hand around his base, tapping with his head and watching her skin ripple with each soft impact.

It was Natalie's first time seeing his cock, and as she described it she trailed off, staring into space, imagining seeing it again. I could relate. Jaxx had taken a moment to fiddle with his smart watch, leaving his stiffening cock resting on her bare chest, inches from her mouth. She was nearly salivating describing watching it slowly get harder and harder, like it had a single-minded purpose.

With a final beep, Jaxx had brought his hands back to rest behind his head.

"That's five minutes. Better get started, I think it's going to be a race against the clock." I could see the smirk he would have been wearing as he spoke.

Natalie was a little less cocky than she had been. His tool was by far the biggest she'd ever encountered, and had knocked her off her game. As she took it in her hands and began to play with it, feeling its heft and power, she couldn't help but voice her awe.

"W-wow..."

"Haha, just like I said! All you sluts just wanna love my cock."

His rude, triumphant call back to their earlier conversation shattered Natalie's enchantment. Spite was a powerful motivator.

"Fuck you, asshole. Just because it's big doesn't mean you're a god. Get over yourself!"

As she lectured him, she began to stroke slowly, wrapping both hands and pumping deliberately. Then, inspired, she leaned forward and spit aggressively, wetting her hands and his long, rippling shaft. Drops of her spit rolled off onto his jeans, and Jaxx took offense.

"Ay, damn girl! Be careful! Nasty little bitch..."

Now it was Natalie's turn to go on the offensive.

"Buhh daddeee, you don't want me to be a nasty widdle whore?" She spoke with calculated innocence, aiming for the baby-talking sexpot idiot she thought all men wanted. She wasn't far off.

"Haha! Said you'd love it. Get to work slut, the clock is ticking."

She was fuming that he was taking so much pleasure from being proven right. But she had more important concerns than that. She needed to make him cum, to prove he wasn't superhuman. It would knock him down to size, and more importantly mean he would leave us alone. And then, his cock was huge and beautiful... She marvelled over it for a few seconds, almost wanted to swallow it— but that was too far in public, too messy.

Instead she continued jerking with both hands, sitting forward so his balls rested on her tits and his cock was directly in her face. Like me, she noted the radiant energy that emanated from his phallus; boiling the room, sending sweat beading down her forehead. Feeling the pressure, knowing time was running out, Natalie again used her not-so-secret weapon.

"Ughh... you like making me jerk you off in this dirty bathroom you pervert? You get turned on forcing girls to touch your junk? Just because it's so... fucking big... doesn't mean I like this."

She spat on his cock again to prove a point of contempt, eyeing him angrily.

"You're such a bastard. I can't believe you made Sam touch this fucking thing... fucking fag. You're just a fucked-up motherfucker, huh? A stupid rapist faggot, probably one of those fucking weirdos who loves little girls too. You want me to be a little jailbait thot? You like my titties too, huh? Alright douchebag:

'Oh fuck daddeee you're soo SOOO so so BIIG! I just want you on my milkers daddy... puh-wease cum on my boobies!'

That turn you on you fucking prick? Stupid asshole. You're just a big fucking cock. Girls love your fat... meaty... thick... dick... not you."

Jaxx chuckled softly, shaking his head in mild disbelief as he ignored the insults and enjoyed her stroking.

"Damn bitch, you love this shit don't you?"

Natalie had to turn her head to hide a slight blush. She was more than liking it, feeling warmth spread through her body from her groin as she ranted and cursed at Jaxx, all the while stroking his thick erection vigorously. After maybe a minute more, Jaxx stood, pulling his shaft from her hands and pushing her backwards, up against a wall.

"Oohhh fuuuuuck babe holy shit I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Natalie felt a moment of disappointment, but Jaxx's declaration banished that.

"Uhnn... I'm gonna nut!"

Natalie surged with joy, celebration, relief. So close! So close to being rid of him forever. And when guys started to cum, they were too stupid, too base to control themselves. She was in the clear. She could say anything she wanted.

"Fuck yeah you stupid fucking jock! Cum, you weak dick motherfucker."

Jaxx, in the throes of pleasure, ignored the words again while beating his cock over her.

"Awww yeahh stick your tongue out bitch."

Nat's joy turned to fear. He couldn't cum on her! Not in public! How would she leave the cafe?

"What? No don't cum on my—!"

"—Fuck yeah say ahh!!"

"...ahhh"

Resigned, Natalie closed her eyes. It was too late, and she could take an awkward facial, if it meant being rid of Jaxx for good.

"Beg for it bitch!"

He was pushing it— But she wasn't going to argue.

"Fuck... Please... Cum..."

"Come on, slut, BEG! Beg for it on your face!"

"Ugh... Please... Please cum on my face! Cum on my face, Jaxx!"

\*BEEP\* \*BEEP\* \*BEEP\* \*BEEP\*

His watch rang loud, the electronic tone buzzing off the tile of the bathroom.

"Damn girl you're a filthy, filthy slut. And stupid as fuck. You thought you could get me off with a fucking handjob?"

\*Snap\*

Natalie opened her eyes, only to find Jaxx blocked by his phone, which he held before him, clearly taking a picture of her. Her mouth opened to protest, but he thrust forward, forcing his cock inside her mouth as the phone produced a few more snapshot sounds.

He leaned forward, suddenly trapping her between his legs and the cold wall. Then he gave a few merciless stabs of his spear, invading her throat, pushing past her tonsils and making her gag and heave around him. When he stepped back she fell to the floor gasping and choking for air; I could truly empathize with the weakness and vulnerability she described.

Jaxx stood over her, and when she'd regained control he took it away again, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up, so his tip rested on her lips.

"Look at me baby... Oh, just like that. Show me you fuckin' hate me."

Jaxx's fat, purple head was scorching hot on her plump lips, and she couldn't help going cross-eyed for a second. Catching herself, she'd looked up at him and channeled her fury through her eyes, fueled further by his expression of casual indulgence as he rapidly took more pictures of her disarray.

"Fuck... I will say that was hot. I'm going to have to find a sweet cunt to fuck."

She was still dripping spit, kneeling on the floor, glaring daggers.

"Glad you liked it. Don't fucking try me." Her tone was flat, but a slight waver was evidence of how off balance she was.

Jaxx barely even looked back. He swung the bathroom door with no warning, forcing her to scramble to pull her clothes up and wipe away spit while he paused and turned his head back.

"We'll see. I'll call you, whore."

And with that he'd walked out, leaving the bathroom door wide open to reveal Natalie to the other patrons of the cafe, bedraggled and exposed.

\*

In the silence that followed her story, my heart was beating a little quicker than normal, and I was too flustered to find words. She had provided some extremely... intimate details. It was a struggle to remain cool , resisting a strange heat inside me that had aroused listening to her traumatic experience. But I had to say something; anything at all was better than the silence that dragged out between us.

"N-Nat... I'm so sorry that happened... And I... And then I—... I'm SO so sorry!"

I could feel tears coming to my eyes, fought them back in vain. Then Natalie laid a soft hand on mine. When I slowly met her eyes, I found a different kind of warmth than I was used to. If Jaxx was volcanic, and Cindy like a bonfire, then Natalie was a Molotov cocktail; rebellious fury waiting to detonate. Her volatility frayed my nerves as much as it calmed them.

"Don't worry about Jaxx. I've got a plan. I'll use HIM for his body, for once. His body and that big fucking... I bet he's done that to so many girls. Fucking douchebag deserves it. Then I'm going to take care of him so he won't bother you or anyone else any more. We'll get you moved out to another dorm. Maybe we can get a room together!" Her smile was wide and confident, as if her goal was already secure. "You just need to make sure to go to campus police and back up my report when you can. You know, just tell them a little about what he did to us that afternoon. And maybe... I don't know... maybe try to cry while you tell them, or something."

Natalie's version of the future had a certain appeal, I had to admit. Jaxx made everything so complicated, so scary. Imagining being NOT his roommate was certainly easier than the alternative. But I had a feeling all of these plans were only tenuously real. And very dependant on me going to campus police.

Did I want to report Jaxx?

Not really.

Could I tell that to Natalie? Now?

Not really.

"Uhm... I... I g-guess... I think—"

"—Great! Now let's talk about something other than that neanderthal, we've still got a little before class..."

She'd interrupted a train of thought that didn't quite mean what she thought it did, and I had nowhere near enough courage to correct her.

I didn't know it then, but it was my worst betrayal of all.

\*

After our lessons, I split off from Nat and went back to 001. Jaxx was in when I arrived, sitting at his desk in a ratty t-shirt and loose gym shorts. He didn't even turn to me before speaking.