Truth or Dare - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

The first week of college was a success, for both Abby and Ted.

It was actually more of a success than either of them had anticipated or hoped for it to be a week ago, mostly due to their roommates-with-benefits setup that they’d gotten themselves in.

When Abby woke up on Saturday morning, she smiled down at her roommate’s head, still nestled between her breasts, while the rest of his body unconsciously hugged her torso. She gradually pushed her boobs together, until he started to stir, and then she swung her legs onto the floor and stood up, still squeezing her tits around Ted’s head to keep his body in place. The sudden momentum shift startled him awake, as he limply hung from Abby’s body, but she dropped him just before slipping her sandals on and heading out into the hallway.

She returned a minute later holding an array of packages, one of which caught Ted’s eye and caused him to sit up straight. “Is that for what I think it’s for?” he asked, to which Abby giggled and tossed the other two boxes onto the bed behind Ted.

“Probably,” she shrugged, biting her lip and opening the package while Ted watched with a moderate sense of uneasiness. “What do you think it’s for?”

Ted watched as his roommate, towering above him and dressed only in a tank top and shorts, pulled a bright red dog collar out of her package, followed by a thin 3 foot leash. “Is it for me?”

Abby pretended to look surprised, and then laughed as she saw her roommate’s reaction. “Actually, maybe I should use it on you! That’s kind of a fun idea, Teddy.” Despite her response, Ted still knew—or at least was pretty sure—that she’d bought the leash and collar exclusively for him all along. And though he’d loved taller women dominating and playing with him for years now, he wasn’t actually sure if he’d like being leashed up. Mostly because he and Abby lived in a small dorm room, not a house, so it was a pretty safe bet that Abby would want to leash him up in public. Though she’d worn him on her body a few times now already, they hadn’t yet been in ways that were immediately obvious to people passing by. With this, it was guaranteed that everyone around them would be staring.

“What are the other boxes for?” he wondered aloud, glancing at the other packages the 18 year old had brought in.

“One of them’s just a vacuum sealer,” the answered, opening the second box and showing him the product. “Like for food and stuff. And the other…” Winking at him mischievously, she picked up the third item and carried it to the closet, depositing it on the top shelf so that Ted would never be able to reach it. “…is a secret for the time being.” After closing the closet, she picked the leash back up and handed it to Ted, “Now turn around while I get dressed, and figure out how to put this on. We’re gonna go meet my friend Emma at the quad for brunch.”

Although nervous about heading out in public and basically displaying his kink for the rest of the school to see, Ted still did as he was told, and figured out how to slip the dog collar around his neck. It didn’t help his self confidence that the image on the box depicted a number of small dogs; even a chihuahua seemingly had a bigger neck than Ted. And the leash didn’t look as big or as thick as most leashes Ted had seen. It seemed as though Abby had simply picked the cheapest option available, knowing that despite how thin and flimsy the rope would be (and really, it seemed more akin to mere string), her roommate would still be too small and weak to break it anyways. Not to mention the fact that it was only 3 feet long. It was a training leash, intended to keep puppies at their masters’ sides so that they wouldn’t roam.

“Okay Teddy, you can turn back around now.” With the collar now in place, Ted turned back to face Abby, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw what she was wearing. Abby was smiling in a beautiful yellow sundress, with halter top strings around her neck and ruffles down the length of the fabric. It came down to her mid-thigh, which is when Ted realized that his roommate looked taller than normal. Normally, his eye line was a couple inches below where her dress ended, but now it seemed the top of his head didn’t even come up to her knee. As he looked down, he saw that she’d put on a pair of sparkling, 4-inch heels, bringing her already monumental 76 inches of height to a whopping 6’8. Even the biggest guys on the basketball team wouldn’t be as tall as Abby now stood, grinning down at her tiny roommate as she twirled back and forth, showing off her outfit for him. “So, whaddya think?” she asked, giving Ted a few spins.

From his lower vantage point, he couldn’t keep himself from glancing at her underwear as the dress gently fluttered up a couple inches, but made sure to look down at her feet before she caught him. “Um, you look… uh… really pretty,” he managed to respond, as she giggled at how cute he was when he got shy.

“Awww, thanks!” She reached down and grabbed the handle of the leash out of Ted’s hands. “Is this for me?” It was a rhetorical question, of course, and he merely watched as the towering teenager wrapped the end of it a few times around her wrist, shortening its length even further, so that there wasn’t anywhere for Ted to stand except directly at Abby’s side. “Let me know if it starts to hurt your neck, mkay?”

Since Abby clearly still cared about his feelings, Ted took the opportunity to look up at her with a pleading in his eyes. “Can’t we just meet up with your friend without the collar and everything? The leash is… so embarrassing.”

A sympathetic look overtook Abby’s face, and she squatted down, scratching Ted’s head like he really was a dog. “Let’s just try it for a couple days before we return it. Sound good?” Her eyes, big and bright and looking down at him softly, seemed to hypnotize Ted, and he melted under her compassionate but unwavering gaze.

“Okay,” he finally said, prompting Abby to pop back up with a smile on her face again, before the two of them headed out beyond the walls of their dorm, and into the great big world of college.

Abby’s walk to the quad was a completely relaxed and leisurely trip, where she basked in the beautiful weather and smiled kindly at the people she passed. Ted, meanwhile, was tense the entire time, and kept his head down for the first half of the trip. But he kept running into Abby’s leg, or getting inadvertently yanked by the leash, because he wasn’t actually watching where he was going. He eventually had to hold his head a little higher, and instead just avoided eye contact with the curious eyes that all gathered on him as he passed. At least Abby walked slow enough for him though, and he obviously had a regular set of clothes on, so instead of feeling like a kinky BDSM pet, he felt more like a child that some helicopter mom was keeping on one of those kid leashes. Still embarrassing, but not horrible.

“Heyyyyy,” Abby suddenly sang, as they walked up to the entrance of a cute looking bistro. A girl dressed in gym attire turned around and smiled when she saw Abby, holding up her hand to stop Ted’s roommate from going in for an embrace. She was 6’1, with red hair and milky white skin that was tinged pink from her recent workout. Ted assumed from her muscular thighs and toned arms that she was an athlete.

“Wait don’t hug me, I’m pretty sweaty,” Emma awkwardly chuckled. “It’s good to see you though, I’m glad you could come,” she added, before her eyes landed on Ted, and her warm smile faltered a bit.

“Thanks for inviting me!” Abby replied, noticing Emma’s gaze. “This is my roommate that I told you about, Ted. You said it was cool if I brought him along, right?”

“Oh yeah, that’s cool,” Emma said, holding out her hand for Ted to shake. “Nice to meet you, I’m Emma.”

“Ted,” the boy replied, shaking the freshman girl’s finger, before Emma turned her attention back to Abby.

Although initially shocked at how small Abby’s roommate was—not to mention the leash and collar—Emma quickly forgot about it and moved on, feeling more interested in filling her friend in on the bad date she’d had the night before. After the three of them ordered their food, they found a table on the patio area with three chairs around it, and they all took their seats with their small meals in hand.

Abby and Emma continued chatting about their lives while Ted quietly ate the fruit salad that Abby bought for him. She’d just finished eating a yogurt parfait, and was about to open a packet of jam to dip her croissant in, when a joke Emma said made her laugh a little too hard and drop it on the ground. “Oh, Ted, would you get that?” she asked, briefly looking under the table but not seeing it right away.

Her roommate set down his fork and hopped off the oversized chair, getting on his hands and knees to look for the packet of jam. He’d only been down there a few seconds though when he heard someone walking up from behind. “Would you two mind if I take this chair?” a woman asked, not even seeing Ted on the ground beneath the table.

“Oh, of course!” Abby replied, and Ted turned his head just in time to watch someone walking away with the chair he’d been sitting in. “We’ll be done with our food soon,” she dismissively told Ted, “That lady can use the chair more than you could. Found my jam yet?” He nodded, and lifted it up to give to Abby. “Thanks Teddy!” she chimed, then went right back to chatting with Emma.

“So is he really just your roommate?” Emma asked quietly, noting the boy’s submissive spirit.

“I guess we’re a little more than just roomies,” Abby shrugged. “Not that we’re fucking or anything, that’s not what I mean,” she added right away. “He’s just… willing to do whatever I tell him to, pretty much. Sometimes it’s to be useful, sometimes it’s just when I wanna have fun.”

“But he really just does anything for you?”

“So far he hasn’t said no yet. It all started cuz we were playing truth or dare the first day we moved in together, I dared him to hide in my sweats while I walked around campus, and then he was just like, plastered to my leg for the next couple hours. Even when I sat down!”

“I mean, he probably liked it though, right? A lot of guys would probably love that kind of dare.”

“Oh yeah, I know. But he’s respectful and knows his boundaries, and he’s kinda cute. So I don’t mind. And… there’s also things that I know he doesn’t enjoy, but he’ll do them for me anyways because he wants to be obedient.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno Emma, like gross shit! Like…” As Abby trailed off, she eyed what her friend was wearing, and the shiny glimmer of her skin that came from sweating in the gym not too long ago. “Take off one of your shoes.” Ted’s stomach sank as he watched the sweaty volleyball player pry one of her shoes off, sighing with relief that the cool air brought to her hot and stuff foot. Immediately, he smelt a wave of warm, musty, funky sock odors waft in his direction, and he cringed his nose. “Now Ted: I want you to take Emma’s sock off for her and take a nice, deep breath of her bare foot, right from in between her toes.” Abby giggled at how devious the idea was, while Emma scoffed at the audacity of her friend to suggest something so rancid.

“Wait,” Emma spoke up. “A lot of guys are into feet though. And some of them probably love dirty, sweaty ones. Like that’s definitely a thing, just cuz it’s gross to us doesn’t mean he doesn’t still like it.”

Offended by the accusation, Ted finally spoke up for himself, emerging from under the table as he tried to wave the smell aside. “I don’t like sweaty anything, that’s disgusting,” Ted insisted, looking back and forth between the two girls before settling on his roommate. “C’mon Abby, I thought we were just having fun when I agreed to let you mess with me. I don’t wanna smell your friend’s foot right after she’s done working out.”

Abby looked sympathetic, like maybe she really had gone too far. But she also hadn’t though that such a proposition would be too far for her new favorite boy toy. “Isn’t part of what makes this stuff ‘fun’ for you the fact that it puts you out of your comfort zone though?” She paused, then added, “That’s okay, maybe I still don’t fully understand it all yet. I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

Ted believed her, and was grateful that she hadn’t forced it upon him. But he also felt like she was right. If I did think all the stuff she does to me was a turn on in itself, then Emma would be right. It wouldn’t be domination anymore, it would just be doing what Ted already wanted to do. There had to be an element of discomfort, because it was only by doing that uncomfortable thing that Ted got his thrill of serving Abby. If it were Abby’s feet that were sweaty as hell, and she’d simply forced her foot over his body, then Ted would’ve put up with it like he always did, and wouldn’t have complained. The only difference now was Abby was projecting her role onto Emma instead, and being less forceful about making him go through with it. But of course, coercing Ted to sniff her friend’s foot of his own volition was exactly what made it so thrilling to Abby as opposed to her typical antics where he wasn’t given a choice.

After a good moment of hesitation, Ted blushed and nervously walked up to Emma’s foot, having to hold his breath initially from how stuffy the hot air around her sock was. “Oh my God, he’s actually doing it,” Emma gasped, sitting still and watching as her friend’s tiny roommate struggled to pull her dirty, sweaty ankle sock off her foot.

“See?” Abby giggled. “Now do you still think he likes sweaty feet? Cuz if he does, then he’s the best actor I’ve ever met!” She laughed, unable to see Ted’s expression from behind him, but she could tell just from his body language alone that this wasn’t exactly a turn-on for him. But being absolutely loyal to Abby was a turn-on, so he was going through with her command.

Emma, not wanting to toy with Ted any extra but hoping to make things easier for him, bent her ankle upwards so that her foot presented itself mostly parallel with the boy’s body. The heat emanating from her pink foot, its sole yellowed from her workout’s exertion, was even stronger now than before, and the toxic, sweat-laden smell was almost enough to make him choke. But there wasn’t any point in dwelling on the issue and prolonging the experience. So he quickly rushed forward, his head right at the same level as the top of Emma’s foot, and buried his face between her nervous, greasy, stinking toes.

But the challenge hadn’t been to simply put his face up close, it had been to actually smell her foot, so as soon as his body was up close to the monolithic sole (her foot was so large compared to him, her heel came down to his stomach), he readied his senses, and then took a deep breath through his nose, one that was sure to be loud enough that the two girls would hear it. Immediately, a cursed force of nature wrought its way into Ted’s nostril, bringing with it an (un)healthy dose of sour perspiration and pungent dirt. It was such an overwhelming surprise that Ted started coughing before he could finish taking a deep breath, and he stumbled away from Emma’s foot, deciding, whether Abby was satisfied or not, that that was enough.

Luckily, he heard an excited bout of clapping erupt from above him, and he turned to see that Abby was beaming, more than impressed with her roommate’s show of fealty towards her. Emma wasn’t quite so enthusiastic, but she raised her eyebrows, impressed with Ted’s performance. “I even felt my toes cool down for a moment when he breathed in,” she commented, wiggling them and splaying them out so she could feel the fresh air spread across her skin. “I might even just walk home barefoot, I don’t wanna put my dirty sock back on now,” she laughed.

“That was great, Teddy,” her friend added, ruffling the boy’s hair like a proud mother. “Should we head back to the dorm now?” He nodded eagerly, whilst wiping his face into the sleeves of his shirt. “It was nice catching up, Emma,” Abby said as she turned to her friend, packing up Ted’s fruit salad and bundling her trash together in her other hand to throw away. “The three of us should do something again soon.”

“Yeah, definitely… maybe. See you Monday,” she replied, and watched as her friend, with Ted’s leash firmly in her hand, walked with the tiny two-foot roommate back to their dorm.