College Chronicles Ep. 18 Pt. 01

"Such a... so... I can tell you? You won't be weird?"

Though she looked up with questions, it was obvious she'd made the choice, was dying to tell me whatever had happened. But she had to preempt my judgement; it seemed like every story about Jaxx brought an edge of humiliating poor choices.

"You can't judge me, Miss dinner-and-a-hotel-room!"

I laughed and squeezed her hand, promising without words not to. Like she said, who was I to judge?

"He IS an asshole but... God..."

She sat back, lapsing into silence, mulling over words, beginning to speak but then reconsidering. A pause, more thought, another aborted attempt. I tried to be patient... but on the third false start, I couldn't contain myself.

"Oh my god, Nat... Just tell me!"

"Okay, so..."

*

Nat had been fucking Jaxx for a while, off my radar. Since before Thanksgiving, even. She'd been a bit mystified by it; how could I not have known? Especially when I found her outside 001, half naked in pink slut-outfit, dripping his cum... (I had noticed, but I hadn't put it together. Or maybe I'd been in denial.)

At first he'd harassed her with dick pics, filling her inbox with images of his throbbing meat. Then he'd sent a curt invitation. 'Come over, Sami's gone.' She'd justified it in her head— if Jaxx was taking his sexual aggression out on her, there was less for me. And over time, she only enjoyed it more, and got closer to him, until she found the humour in his mean little jokes, and didn't bristle with fury every time he wore that smirk so well. (I knew that exact slow wearing away of resistance.) So they'd been fuck-buddies, until winter break.

The day I'd left with Cindy to go home, Nat had received another text from him, simple and crude:

Cum

She'd known what it meant, was on her way to my room before I was in the air.

She was angry, of course. Fuming! He texted her like she was nothing. Not even a booty call. But she couldn't not go. I was gone, campus was dead and there was nothing to fucking do but tell Jaxx off.

Outside the door to 001, she double-checked her outfit. She'd dressed especially slutty, was being shameless to provoke a reaction from him, some acknowledgement, anything. The black Meshuggah T she'd worn was ripped and a size small before considering her blessed endowments, leaving her pale stomach exposed. She'd paired it with black denim shorts, frayed and studded to look more metal, though they exposed so much skin they weren't exactly intimidating. Severe boots, fishnet stockings, dark makeup and a strip of fabric around her midriff that looked kind of like a belt but served no purpose completed the look.

Then she knocked, and even though he'd invited her, it took five minutes for the door to swing open, by which time her volcanic rage was erupting.

"What the fuck?!!"

"Woah... chill."

"You..."

He leaned against the doorframe, cracking the cocky smirk I could imagine perfectly, and as her eyes fell she noticed he was all but naked except the towel around his waist. I could see the shine of lust in her eyes as she described his cut physique, and she wasn't even ashamed. It was easy to imagine the long silence as she'd taken him in; he'd stood there, content to watch her regain control.

"...You took so fucking long!"

"Just cleaning my cock for you."

So typical of him, to make things immediately, aggressively obscene. He was trying his hardest to put Natalie on the defensive, and I knew it worked, without her admitting it.

"Jaxx! Jesus... Let me in."

"No."

I could imagine his smirk getting wider with smug pleasure at Natalie's exasperation.

"What?... What the fuck are you talking about, 'no'? You fucking invited me over!"

He slowly looked her up and down before answering, a slow scan I'd experienced.

"There's a dress code."

'...what??'

"There's... A... Dress... Code..."

"No, I... Ugh! What do you mean?"

"You've got to be bare-ass to be in here."

He flashed a wide smile, and she knew he was going to cross a line.

"The prude sissy bitch is gone; my rules or get the fuck out."

She paused after the quote, watching me intently, expecting something. But I didn't know how to react, much less what she wanted to see. He had been thinking about me... Even if it was the most dismissive, insulting thought... But I couldn't say that either, so I just played with my hair, and finally met Natalie's look and shrugged. She sighed and continued.

"But..."

She stumbled, searching for some way to shake his ironclad confidence. Then she found it, the perfect denial.

"But YOU'RE not naked!"

He looked down, as if noticing the towel around his hips for the first time.

"Hmm, good point."

With one easy movement of his wrist, he released the towel to fall to the floor, exposing the rest of his cut torso, the absurd v at his crotch, and his rippling thighs. But what Natalie saw was his magnificent, thick spear, freed to sway between his legs. I could infer her attention from how she described it; her loving detail had me almost licking my lips as his cock penetrated my imagination.

"Oh my god!!"

I began to flush for her at the recounting, imagining myself in the same situation; I could remember three or four times a similar move had brought to me to my knees. Natalie had felt the same way, even as she tried to push back.

"You can't—"

"—Strip, bitch."

I almost laughed as she lost her words describing losing her words in anger. It was obvious why Jaxx chose to tease her so much.

"Or you can go..."

She quoted him again, and I rolled my eyes, could hear his voice in my mind.

"...I'm sure I can find someone else to suck my dick."

She was already following his instructions, pulling her shirt up and off to reveal a little bra struggling to contain her generous talents.

At the same time, she tried one last desperate excuse.

"...But what if someone sees?!"

"There's no one fucking here."

She threw the shirt at his feet, and his expression fell into that powerful smirk we both knew and hated. I wonder if he looked at her the same way he looked at me as she shimmied out of the tight shorts, leaving milky pure-white skin exposed, but for the black criss-cross of fishnet, the dark pseudo belt, and her makeup. I imagined.

"Now, can I come in?"

Nat couldn't help but cover her chest with her arm, dancing impatiently, hoping for an end to his twisted game. But I knew him better, knew there'd been more.

"On your knees."

"What?"

"Knees!"

"Fuck! Fine..."

She dropped, impatient, but losing the battle against the magnetism of his fat, veiny hog. Her eyes had found it, and that helped convince her to go along.

"Crawl to me."

Without a second word or thought she obeyed, putting hand before knee along the cold hardwood floor of the hallway, staring at Jaxx (more accurately his big dick) the whole way. Jaxx wasn't happy to let her surrender quietly, rubbing in his victory in the crude, aggressive way he had.

"Yeah, stupid fucking bitch. Make those tiddies swing."

She reached him, slightly below his free standing cock, swaying slightly in the air. I related as she described its hypnotic, irresistible appeal; his wide shaft, broad head and fat, full balls hanging below. But she caught herself, and managed to look back up to his smug face.

"Oh my god, can I just come in?"

"Beg me."

"Ugh, you're so... Fuck! Please let me in, Jaxx."

I could imagine her saying it, sickly sweet and layered thick with acid sarcasm. But Jaxx was immune to her attacks, knew she was susceptible to his animal offerings.

"You gotta do better than that."

He was pushing on purpose, trying to get a rise. She obliged, always ready to fight back.

"Fuck you!"

"That's not better."

He leaned against the doorframe casually again, lazily adjusting his package to remind Natalie of their nudity.

"...I can wait all day."

I knew that infuriating tone, the unspoken question; 'can you?'. Natalie realized she couldn't, and turned her acting up to 11.

"Pwease, PWEASE daddy, let me come inside? Pwease? I puhh-womise I'll be a vewy good widdle girl!"

"..."

Jaxx stood with an expression on his face she couldn't describe without cracking up, one that sounded genuinely disturbed.

"Jesus, fucking weirdo. What was that?"

"You... I..."

She didn't admit, but I could tell he'd struck her speechless with the sudden turn from haughty to plain confused. I held back a laugh at her description, dryly amused by his games when not their victim, conscious she was only laughing in hindsight.

"I mean, I'll still clap those cheeks... Guess it's my fault for making you talk. Get in here."

She tried to stand, but his iron palm made contact with her bare shoulder, pushing her back down.

"Who said stand? Crawl, stupid!"

She couldn't win, just followed his instructions, knees hurting against the hardwood floor. And then she crossed the threshold into 001, and Jaxx'd had enough foreplay.

His first move was to a lay a hard smack across her ass, so loud it echoed down the hallway, mingling with her surprised yelp. Without waiting for more, he squatted over and behind her, and thrust his throbbing cock easily into her dripping wet pussy. Natalie could deny it all she wanted, but I knew how much he turned her on. He figured it out at the time with his smooth entrance.

"Fucking slut..."

"Oh!! Jaxx!"

She'd struggled against Jaxx's rude imposition, but he was already sawing in and out, building a steady pace that pushed her onto her elbows, ass up in the air, just inches into 001. She was in such a compromised position it was a fight to keep her face off the floor. Stopping him was impossible.

"Fuck that's tight..."

I could hear the words in that slow, distracted way he spoke when he was fucking you. Natalie was distracted too, but more urgent was the open door, exposing her presented rear and violated pussy to the world.

"Close the—agh!!"

"—Shut the fuck up..."

He'd grabbed a handful of hair, jerking her head up and back. It forced her back to arch, gave him additional leverage to pull her down his ravaging cock.

"...we both know you came to get railed."

He bucked his hips, and she bounced violently, taking his full length. She forgot all about his infuriating entitlement, his beyond rude behavior, and the open door. Natalie, strong and independent and righteous and angry and in need of absolutely no man for no reason ever, needed Jaxx. She needed him with urgency, as much as he could give, as fast and hard as he could give it. She needed to be taken control of, broken and tamed and put to work so roughly that she couldn't fight back if she wanted to, because she wanted to fight back and wanted to lose. She wanted him to fuck her harder and pull her hair harder and make her a dumb bimbo like she accused every other girl he fucked of being.

As she described Jaxx's domination and her too-quick acquiescence, I couldn't help but squirm in my seat, distracted by flushing neck and cheeks. I knew the surrender she was talking about, how easy it was. And it wasn't just that I knew how she felt; I was getting turned on listening to her talk about being assaulted and bullied. All at once I was horny and jealous of her AND Jaxx at the same time, while also angry and sympathetic and so, so jealous...

She went on, giving detail about how he fucked for half an hour, slipping his fingers into her mouth to push her head onto the floor as he pounded her hole and called her every insulting name she could imagine. He never closed the door, which kept her keenly on edge, trying to look over her shoulder when she could, always nervous that someone would turn a corner and find them. But he was right that no one did, and she found that the fear gave everything a thrilling edge. She came three times on his cock, squealing and crying and begging for more. When he pushed her away from him she was too shook to get up from the floor, so he came all across her prone form.

She paused for a minute after telling me, and while I waited for her to keep going, I couldn't help but start to get angry at Jaxx. I'd been so impressed by the hotel, by dinner, by shopping... But then I couldn't help put it in context; our day out had started with him fucking Nat. If that was what he did to her right after I left, what else had happened between them in winter break? I had a feeling I wouldn't like it when Nat began speaking again. He treated her like shit, he treated me like shit! He was the whole reason I was in such trouble with Cindy, who really truly cared about me. So why was I jealous, or even thinking about him? It was fucking terrible. He was fucking terrible.

I made a resolution (not thinking of the other similar ones I'd made before). I wasn't falling for his stupid manly swagger. He was just a roommate; a mean, privileged, entitled and cocky roommate. He was going to do what he wanted, but I DEFINITELY wasn't in to him. He was a fucking asshole, through and through. I was too smart to fall for his bullshit.

By the time I'd made my mind up, Natalie was lifting her head, returning to her story in a calm, clinical manner. I listened, rapt with attention, living vicariously through her.

He'd only given her a little time to rest before he threw a towel on her face and told her derisively to take a shower. When she came out, he'd picked some clothes out of my closet for her

They were in the brightest colours and way too small; she was sure both were by design, as he smirked when she complained about more pink, and didn't even try to hide his lustful stare at her cleavage straining against the fabric.

Then Jaxx pulled Nat out the door, down to the street and into a waiting car. I almost panicked for a moment; had he given Nat her own day in luxury? Was I not as special as I thought? But it was a false alarm; he only had a regular Uber waiting for them, no limo. Like my experience, though, he refused to give any hint of where they were going until she opened the door and stepped out to find a gaudy tattoo parlor.

"I am NOT getting your fucking name, anywhere."

A pretty reasonable assumption, though Jaxx waved it off as absurd.

"Nah, fuck that."

He walked towards the shop briskly, forcing her to walk after him to stay together against the crowds of early evening city goers around them.

"I'll make a deal with you."

"...what kind of deal?..."

She was right to be wary; Jaxx's deals had a way of becoming more complicated than they seemed; I knew it first hand. Then his offer came, blowing her away with its apparent generosity.

"I'll pay for any tattoos you want. Forever. Or like, the next ten years."

It gave Nat serious reason for pause; she definitely wanted tattoos, had plans for lots in the future, had never had the spare cash to justify getting one. The offer was so tempting, she almost took it on the spot— then caught herself.

"....why? What do you get?"

She couldn't believe her stupidity, almost made a huge mistake. She had to hear his side of the deal, since it would so obviously cross the line of decency.

She described the smirk he gave her, and we spent a minute venting about how fucking horrible he was, before she revealed his demand.

"Get your nipples pierced."

"...Wha-... What the fuck?"

"Let's get those nips pierced!"

He reached out a hand, pinching at her chest, but she batted him away and took a step back, too shocked to tell him off.

"... I..."

Natalie was stuck. There wasn't really a good reason to deny him. She'd been thinking about nipple piercings for years, to add to her numerous facial piercings. She'd heard it made your nipples hard all the time and super sensitive; introduced a new level of pleasure to sex. She wanted to deny him on principle, of course. It was so wrong of him to ask it, to offer such a tempting return.

But he had, and she'd made a choice.

She showed me her tattoo, hidden beneath her hair on her neck, just behind and below her ear. A vivid red rose and dark-green stem, with prominent thorns running down the sides. She loved it, was going back soon for more, and I spent a little while fawning over it before we went back to the part I was really interested in.

The piercings were fast; a quick pinch of pain in the moment. It was the after part that sucked— no one told her they would take months to heal. So when Jaxx first pulled out his little chain and secured it between the piercings she'd never imagined he would use against her, she didn't know how to react. It hurt and they even bled a little, but he was uncharacteristically gentle (still characteristically thorough in his fucking) and she was glad that they were alone in 001 that night, because she would have woken up all our neighbors.

After that, things got a little weird. Not bad weird, but 'close'. And I didn't like the sound of it at all.

She spent most of her time in 001, and it sounded like she slipped into my role, sucking his cock to start the day, and letting him stuff her little holes to end. She didn't say, but I could tell that time had turned raging hot hate to something more complex. Still warm with passion, less negative and more darkly appealing; a forbidden, secret indulgence.

They didn't spend ALL of their time together. On Christmas day, Natalie went back to her room to video call her family and open the present they'd sent her. But sure enough, by boxing day she was back in 001, moaning and gasping as he had his way. He was a dick, but he was funny, and smart, and quick-witted... I could only hold back my warnings, couldn't find a spot to interrupt and remind her that he was forever and always a dick, first and foremost.

And then he asked her if she wanted to party on New Year's Eve, and she figured why not, said yes.

I knew right away that she had gotten in trouble, and she could tell the correct guess from my expression, gave me a wry smile; 'just wait'. A false sense of security had kept her from asking the important questions; where, with whom? As she segued into the story, I was ashamed of my curiosity about what Jaxx had in store.

*

Natalie rocked up to 001 in the early evening of New Year's, ignoring her gut feeling that she was making a bad choice.

Jaxx had told her they were pregaming before heading to a club in the city, so she'd stepped out of her usual style and into a mini dress with a dangerously short skirt cut vertically to reveal even more thigh, long sleeves and a plunging neckline that showed a tremendous amount of side-boob, nearly scandalous.

She was already regretting it, wondering how she was going to dance without revealing more than she cared to. But it was too late to turn back as her knuckles rapped a triplet on the door. That time she only had to wait a few seconds before Jaxx swung the door open, in black chinos and fine black shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a tight wife-beater clinging to toned muscles underneath. He looked her up and down as that smirk spread across his face, just trying to find the most aggravating welcome he could.

"Lookin' hot, Natty."

"Shut the fuck up. Are you going to let me in?!"

"Chill, I'm not gonna fuck with you."

He stepped back, and his smirk changed to a smile so broad it had to be fake. She walked in slowly as if entering a trap, trying to hide timidity.

But the room was empty, and she stood for moment in puzzlement until he grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed hard. She yelped and bounced away while he turned to shut the door, chuckling a little in that infuriating way I knew too well. She pivoted straight from nervous to angry.

"Fuck you! Where is everyone?"

"Calm down, you're early..."

He'd walked over to his desk and quickly fiddled with his computer, turning on music through his nice speakers. It was popular radio dance music; Natalie hated it. But it was appropriate for the party, and Jaxx turned back with another jibe.