Tim to Bella Pt. 04

My eyes opened, and I looked at the clock; it was eight AM. I woke up late, but it was a weekend and a public holiday, and hence all the boys were going to be home today.

Suddenly the memories of Shawn grabbing my ass and calling me a girl flashed before my eyes. Then the memories of me moaning and rubbing my dick on the bed and calling myself a girl and cumming hard hit me. Why? Why did I do that? Am I a girl? Am I gay? I wondered to myself. I pulled myself together and told myself, "No! You are not gay! You are not a girl! You are a boy! "Hell! You are a man!"As I said this, suddenly I remembered Shawn kissing me and how I didn't stop him. I had nothing to say on that, even to myself. I had no explanation; I just kept telling myself, "I am a man, I am a man," over and over again.

After a while I calmed down, and I got up from my bed, took some clothes and a towel from my closet, and opened my door to go to the bathroom. There was no one in the living room, but I was scared if there would be any spots on my crotch left from the orgasm I had last night. For the first time I regretted not having my own bathroom. I covered my crotch area with the clothes I had in my hand. I rushed to the bathroom, opened the door, got in quickly, and closed the door.

I hung the clothes I was going to wear after the shower on two hooks attached to the door. I had to place my towel over the washing machine since there was no other place left in the bathroom where I could keep my clothes without them falling down on the wet floor of the bathroom. I took off all the clothes that I had on. I had to put them inside the washing machine. I was glad I had enough space to put all my clothes down while taking a shower. If it wasn't for the machine and the hooks, there was no other place left to put them down without risking them falling down and getting wet. I was fully naked now.

First I brushed my teeth, and then I sat down on the toilet to take care of my morning business, and then I started the shower. I took the hot shower, cleaning myself nicely with body wash, and then wiped myself dry with the towel, and I put on the new clothes. I took the used clothes and wet towel, and I got out of the bathroom and into the living room.

I watched the clock. I thought I took a quick 10-minute shower, but it actually went on for 30 minutes. I took a quick scan of the huge living room; still no sign of anybody. Apparently, boys were sleepier on holidays than me. I thought the boys would get up any moment now, so I should make something to eat for everyone.

So I went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. I made some sandwiches for every one when I heard someone come out."Tim," it was Jerome.

"Yes, Jerome?" I asked."

Could you please bring something to eat to my room? I am hungry," asked Jerome."Sure, Jerome, give me a minute," I said. I poured some juice in a glass. I put one of the sandwiches I made on a plate and put the plate and the glass of juice on the tray, took the tray, went to Jerome's room, and knocked on his door.

He said, "Come in."I went inside.

He was lying on his bed. I went to him and bent down and said, "Here's your morning breakfast, dear."

He took the sandwich and juice and said, "Thank you, Tim."

I smiled and said, "You're welcome, Jerome," and left his room and got back in the kitchen.

As I started to put sandwiches on the plate, all the other boys started coming out and sitting at the table. So I hurried with preparing the sandwich plates and juice glasses. I served the sandwich plates and juice on the table. Just as I served the breakfast, I looked up; it was Shawn!

A tiny current passed through my penis in my pants from the nervousness.

Shawn sensed my discomfort around him and said, "Thank you, Timmy, for the breakfast."

I reluctantly smiled at him, not maintaining eye contact with him.

Malcolm said, eating the sandwich, "Wow, Tim! What a delicious sandwich you have made. You are so good at this!"

I blushed from the compliment and smiled and said, "Thank you, Malcolm." I ate my salad in a happy mood.

Later that morning, Shawn looked at me and said, "Oh, Timmy, I forgot to tell you, the washing machine in the common bathroom makes a lot of noise, and since my bedroom is the closest to it, it gets disturbing the most for me. As anyway now that it's your job to wash our clothes, from now on it'll be only you who will be using it. So, I'll get it moved into your room."

I wanted to protest; I wanted to say no. My room was already small, and if a washing machine were placed there, there would be little space left to move around. Of course I know some of you criticize me for thinking of one thing in my mind and doing something entirely different, but you should have been here. I am one short, slim man among 5 giant men. Men so giant that when I stand next to them, my eyes meet their chest level. The combined size of both my arms and legs would be smaller than the size of just one bicep of any of those guys. Also, of course, one of them is Shawn, who is not just physically big like other men but also a very powerful man in the town. He could make me homeless and jobless, and I am willing to bet he has enough power in this town to get me terminated from this college for which I worked so hard and spent so much of my hard-earned money to get in. So yes, I was nervous, and I would try not to piss off these men.

I knew there was no way I could say no to Shawn; he practically owned me. However, I thought this was a good chance for me to establish my manliness among these men. This was a golden opportunity for me to earn their respect as a man. I came up with an idea in my mind with which I could do that. I became happy, thinking that from now on, they might ask me to join them to watch the game instead of making me work in the kitchen. I was sure after I did this, they would respect me as a man.

I said to Shawn, "Sure, Shawn, this sounds like a good idea. Let me move the washing machine in my room right now."

Shawn got amused, laughed a bit, and said, "Oh, don't worry, sugar; it would be too heavy for you. I'll ask one of the boys to put it in your room," Shawn said, pointing his finger at the group of men.

Shawn's laughing at my suggestion to move the washing machine into my room and alternatively suggesting to ask one of the other boys to do it not only humiliated me but also angered me. I badly wanted to prove him wrong; I wanted to embarrass him just once the way he always embarrassed me.

I pretended to not feel humiliated or angered, just smiled at Shawn, and said, "Oh, don't worry, Shawn, I can easily push it and move it to my room. May I?"

Shawn calmly said, "Be my guest."

Everyone watched as I went to the bathroom, and I unplugged the wire to the washing machine from the switchboard. I went behind the machine, bent a bit, put both my hands on the machine, and tried to push it hard. The machine didn't move at all. I thought I should put more strength into this. So I put all my strength behind it and tried to push it hard. "Ughhhhhhh," I whimpered as I tried to move it forward, but the machine didn't even move an inch. I tried a couple of times more, but to no avail.

Finally I gave up. I looked at everyone who was smiling as they watched me fail; I ignored them and looked at Shawn and said, "This thing is very heavy; we should all push it together and then maybe it could be moved!"

Shawn laughed, "Haha, the machine is so small. Hey Jerome, would you please move the machine to Timmy's room?"

Jerome said, "Sure, Shawn."

Jarome came inside the bathroom. He bent down and grabbed the machine with both his hands and lifted it up and put it on his shoulder, supporting it with both his hands! He didn't push it; he lifted the damn thing and put it on his shoulder! He winked at me as I stood near him watching him in awe; he turned around and moved out of the bathroom and walked across the end of the living room inside my room. We all walked behind him. He put the machine in my room in an empty space in the corner, plugged the wire into the switchboard, and came out in the living room and stood beside me.

Everyone looked at him and then looked at me as if asking me for some kind of explanation.

Before I could say anything, Jerome said, "This machine is so great; it seems to have all the nice features, and it's so lightweight.

Everyone laughed.

Trent said, "It's good for Tim that it has nice washing features; it's good for us that it's lightweight.

"Everyone laughed, "Hahahahaha!"

I felt so humiliated! I lowered my head in shame because of the girly treatment they just gave me.

Just then Shawn came near me and spanked my ass!

Thwap!

Before I could understand, I heard myself whimper out loud, "Ouch!"

It felt like the sound of a spank echoed through the living room. It stung hard. I felt a little burning sensation on both my ass cheeks. Shawn had connected his hand right on the middle of my ass. It stung on both cheeks. I just put both hands on my ass and started to rub both ass cheeks to ease the sensation. This was so humiliating. Shawn had spanked me once before, but it was when it was just the two of us. This time he spanked me in front of everyone, and he spanked me very hard.

As I was rubbing my ass, I looked at everyone who seemed a bit taken aback from what just happened.

I turned my glance to Shawn, who looked at me and said to me, "Since Jerome moved the machine for you, you should thank him, Timmy."

I reluctantly obliged and looked at Jerome, who was standing on my other side, and, a little bit embarrassed, looking at him and then looking at the floor, I said, "Thank you, Jerome, for moving the washing machine for me."

Upon which Jerome grabbed my hand, pulled me closer to him, and said, "You are welcome, sugar," and he too spanked my ass.

Thwap!

"Ouch!" Again I whimpered. Jerome had struck my bottom just as hard, but he spanked me on my left ass cheek. I started rubbing it with my left hand. I felt humiliated.

I looked at Shawn, who was indifferent! I looked at others; they were all laughing, which made me feel so humiliated.

I pulled myself away from Jerome and went into the kitchen to work, not waiting to further escalate this into something more degrading.

I worked for, like, a couple of hours in the kitchen, but all I could think about was being spanked by the two men in front of everyone and how it stung and how I could do nothing about it but whimper and rub my ass.

The lunch was ready. Everyone was in the living room already. I put the plates on the dining table; one by one, everyone started to come and sit at the table to eat. All the men were having lunch, and I was waiting for them, standing near the kitchen counter in case they needed anything.

Men ate their lunch peacefully, having casual conversations in between bites. After they were done eating, they complimented me for serving them a delicious lunch. Once they went into their room, I sat down at the table to have my lunch, which was mostly salad and a little chunk of meat. I slowly finished my lunch and got full.

I cleared all the plates and washed them with soap, wiped them dry with a cloth, and put them in their cabinet. I cleaned the kitchen and dining table with a wet cloth. I looked at the clock; it was almost one PM, so I took a broomstick. I started cleaning the living room and kitchen with the broom. I also had a dry cloth with me with which I cleaned the furniture and television, etc. I took a wet sponge and cleaned the window glasses, mirror, door glasses, and floor with it. Now I went in my room and repeated the process. First broom, then cloth, then sponge. Now I had to clean the boys' room. I first went and knocked on Shawn's door, and after I heard him say come in, I opened the door and went inside.

Shawn was on his bed watching the TV. He had no shirt on, only boxers. I couldn't help but notice how muscular his body was. Like he had spent all his life in the gym, but so far, I have never seen him work out. I tried hard not to look at his boxers, but somehow my eyes went over his crotch, and I could see some big outlines! I got scared, and before he could catch me, I started looking elsewhere. He saw the cleaning tools in my hands, and he ignored me.

I started my work. However, before I could start cleaning, I had to organize Shawn's room. Like, I had to clear up his table, which had a lot of papers and a laptop open. I folded it neatly and kept the papers in their drawers. I saw his bin, which was mostly filled up with beer cans. I had to empty the trash. I then went to his bathroom and took his dirty, used clothes and put them in my laundry bag so I could wash them later in my room. I started brooming, dusting, and sponging his room. Once I was near his bed cleaning the floor under his bed, I felt him squeeze my ass. I panicked but thought I'd better ignore it and not create a scene. Once his room was done, I took my cleaning tools and laundry bag and got out of his room and closed the door behind me.

Then I went to Darius's room. He was in his boxers too, shirtless, his body ripped just like Shawn's. I wondered why these boys had to be in their boxers when they knew I would be coming in to clean their room. Nevertheless, I carried on with my tasks of cleaning Darius's room, which was way messier than Shawn's room. I had to make the room clean and neat, putting everything back in its place and cleaning it nicely. As I came near him while I was cleaning, he groped my chest and squeezed my nipple. I squirmed a bit, a little shocked, but I ignored it and carried on with my work.

These men are getting bolder and more daring day by day; it's like they don't even care how I'll react! I thought to myself as I left out of Darius's room.

I then cleaned the rooms of Jerome, Trent, Jason, and Malcolm. Of course, all of them were practically naked, as they were only in their boxers. They all physically groped me, on my ass, chest, or thigh. Trent slapped my ass hard! All I could do was squirm and carry on with my work, trying to ignore what he had done to me.

Once the boys's rooms were cleaned, I emptied the trash, and then I went to my room. I closed and locked the door behind me, and I emptied the laundry bag in the washing machine. I took off my clothes, got naked, put those clothes in the washing machine too, and started the machine.

I waited for the machine to do its work as I looked at myself in my full-length mirror naked. I saw how smooth, soft, slim, and curvy my body was. My ass was the only thing that was a little bit big. It wasn't very big, but compared to my arms and tummy, it did feel well filled. The next big things were my thighs; I think none of the boys had thighs as thick as mine. I then remembered the shredded bodies of the boys, and I could not help but compare them to me. I was not happy with how little and soft I was, whereas they were big and rough. I didn't want to admit it, but after watching their body and watching my body, I felt like I looked like a girl.

The thoughts started to creep into my mind. Oh look, there is a girl in the house, and she is the only one cooking, cleaning, and washing while the men are enjoying themselves! So perfect!

Then I got hold of myself. I told myself, "What? No. I am not a girl. Maybe I am not as strong as those men, but that doesn't mean I am a girl. I am still a man. Am I? Hell yes! Why am I even questioning this? I am definitely a man!"

I hear my voice telling me, "Probably because you can't stop other men from kissing and spanking you, and you wash their clothes!"

But I ignored it. I was frustrated, I was scared, and I was confused, but then the machine made the beep sound signaling the clothes were washed. There was no time to be confused, scared, or frustrated.

I had my chores to do; I didn't want to give men one more chance to humiliate me for not doing my chores properly and in a timely manner. So I quickly put on a yellow shirt, blue underwear, and white knee-length short pants, and I rushed to take the clothes out of the machine into a bucket, and I had to go upstairs to the terrace.

Shawn had told me of the wires that were put there to hang the clothes to dry. So I went upstairs with a bucket full of wet clothes, and I started hanging the clothes on the wire. Now I knew why Shawn said that we don't need a dryer here since it's very sunny. It was indeed very sunny and hot, and I was sure the clothes would dry up pretty quickly.

I first started putting shirts, then I put pants, then inner vests on the wire to hang and dry. After that, I put underwears to hang dry. I felt so ashamed of myself when I was hanging other men's underwear and boxers to dry up. I paced through it. Once I hung all the clothes, I came downstairs.

I had some free time. So I went to my room, closed the door, took a book I had recently started reading, went on my bed, and started reading lying down.

It was a story of a princess. She was beautiful. She had a collection of lovely dresses. Everyone wanted to be with her or like her.

It must have been 15 minutes or so; just as the book was getting interesting, I heard someone call out my name.

I had to reluctantly put the book down and rush out of my room.

It was Darius calling me, so I went to his room and knocked.

"Come in," he said.

I went inside his room.

Darius was in his boxers, but different ones than morning; it seems like he had taken a shower in his bathroom.

He was watching TV, lying on the bed.

I asked, "Hey Darius, Did you call me"?.

He said, "Yes, darling, would you bring me a beer?"

Darling! No way he called me that!

I got out of his room and went to the kitchen and opened the fridge and took out an ice-cold can of beer. Good thing I had kept several beers to chill in the fridge. I went back into his room, went near him, bent down, offered him the beer can, and said, "Here's your beer, dear."

Darius looked at me, smiled, took the beer, and said, "Tim, I know you are expected to be well-mannered around here, but unless I tell you otherwise, you don't have to be so formal with me, at least in my room. You can just put the beer on this table and leave."

Darius was so nice, such a gentleman. Yeah, he had groped me this morning, but he is way better least compared to other men in this house. Other men are just too mean.

However, just as I turned to get out of his room, I felt his hand grabbing my ass and squeezing it hard.

My heart sank. I didn't look back; I just went out of Darius's room and closed the door behind me.

I went to my room again, shutting the door. I felt my thighs shaking. I was nervous. So I thought I should distract myself. That's when I saw my book. I lay down on my bed and started reading it again.

The princess was so stylish; her makeup was beautiful. She was such a lovely lady.

Ten minutes or so must have passed; I again heard my name being called out.

Oh! Not again! I went out to check; it was coming from Jason's room. I went to his room and knocked on the door; upon hearing him telling me to come in, I went in.

He was too, in his boxers, having his laptop on his bed; he was typing something on it.

I asked him, "Did you call me, Jason?"

He said, "Yes, sweetie, could you please bring me a beer?"

sweety! Why? Why would he call me that?!

I nodded, got out, and came back with a beer can in my hand. I went near him and bent a bit, offered him the can, and said, "Here's your beer, dear."

He grabbed it and said, Thank you, sweety."

I smiled and turned around; I felt a slap on my ass.

Shhwap!!

"Ow!!" I whimpered. It wasn't as hard as when Shawn and Jerome had spanked me in the morning, but it was still hard, and my ass was still stinging a bit from the morning; this slightly made it worse.

I panicked. I was scared of what he would do next if I stayed. So I almost ran to the door, got out, and closed the door behind me. I went inside my room and shut the door.

Why would they do that to me? But what can I do? I can't fight them; they are huge!

Tears started rolling down my eyes. I was hurt; I was frustrated. The only thing that could make me happy was the book.

So I went and lay on the bed and started reading again. The princess had bought a pink dress. All women were watching in awe as she wore it to one of the royal ceremonies. Her nail polish and her lipstick were of a peach color, perfectly complementing her dress. Her high heels made her feel so confident.

Half an hour must have passed. The story was getting more and more interesting. I again heard someone call my name out!

Oh no!

I again reluctantly put my book down and went out. It was Trent this time.

I knocked on his room and went inside. Of course he was still in his boxers; he was playing games on his console that was connected to the TV in his room. I asked him, "Did you call me Trent?"He said, "Yes, sugar, go get me a beer."

Sugar! No way! It feels so embarrassing when another man calls me that!

I went out and came back with a can of beer. I came near him, bent down, and said, "Here's your beer, dear."

He looked at me and said, "Put it on my lap, sugar."

I bent down; I saw the outline of... never mind.

I looked the other way around. I didn't want him to think I was looking at it.

I felt so ashamed, having to put a beer can on the lap of a man in his room while he was only in his boxers, but I did it!

Just as I turned around to leave, I felt his finger penetrating my ass over my pants. He made my pants and my underwear tuck inside my asshole. My heart started beating faster. I was on the verge of crying. I rushed to his door. My eyes went to his mirror, where I saw myself sideways. I saw my pants pulled up in my ass. Seeing the wedgie was too much for me, and I started to cry from humiliation. Just then my eyes went to the other corner of the mirror, in which I saw Trent, laughing as he watched me run and cry with a wedgie in my ass over my pants.

I got out crying, closed the door behind me, and went to my room again, crying hard.

I closed the door, still crying. I saw myself in the mirror again with the wedgie in my short pants. I pulled my pants and underwear out of my ass to get rid of the wedgie. I went to bed, buried my face in the pillow, and cried hard and kept crying for a while.

Crying felt so good, like letting some burden off my mind. After a while I got hold of myself and thought I should try to distract myself and took the book again in my hand.

The princess used to sing; she used to dance. She loved dancing. She would write poems; she was amazing.

As the story progressed, I heard my name called out again! No, no, no! I really wanted to read the book but knew this wasn't a good idea. So I again had to put it down and went out to see who needed me now!

It was Malcolm. I knocked and got inside.

Of course, he too was only in his boxers. I asked, "Did you call me, Malcolm?"

"Yes, hun, please bring me a beer."

I went back and got in with a beer in my hand.

I have been constantly disturbed by these men, with each of them needing a beer. Geez! How much beer do these guys drink! It's my mistake; I should have given a beer round, going to each man's room and asking him if he needed a beer or something! Had I done that, I wouldn't have had to get disturbed so much, and it would have been efficient on my part.

Next time before I start doing something for me, I'll take a beer round every couple of hours for all the boys. This is such a great idea; I am so smart!

That's when Malcolm snapped me back to reality and said, "Are you going to give me that beer or are you going to keep staring at my boxers?"

I felt so ashamed. I didn't realize, but while thinking all this, I was unknowingly staring at Malcolm's crotch! Eww! Oh no! What must Malcolm be thinking of it! I panicked.

To damage control, I said, "Oh no, I wasn't!"He asked authoritatively, "You weren't what?"

I saw that there was no point in explaining it to him. I just bent down a bit from my waist as usual and said, "Here's your beer, dear."

Malcolm grabbed the beer and thanked me. Just as I turned around, I was expecting to be, but hoping not to be, groped or slapped on my butt.

As I moved forward, I realized Malcolm didn't assault me or anything. I got happy. I thought I got lucky this time.

Just as I was reaching to grab the knob of the door to open it, I heard Malcolm say, "Those shorts are too long. You should wear shorter and tighter clothes! Especially while cleaning my room, you'll look damn sexy! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was so humiliating. Malcolm didn't slap my ass, he didn't grope my ass, or give me a wedgie. He just used words, but his words felt more humiliating than anything the other boys did. I couldn't hold myself from crying. I started crying one more time. Humiliated, I opened the door, got out, and closed the door behind me. I went to my room, closed the door, lay by the door, and started crying hard.

Why are these men so mean to me? I have been working so hard for them; why would they always humiliate and emasculate me like that? Whenever they call me to their room, I come out humiliated and crying. What sadistic pleasure do they get from this? I was dejected; I felt sorry for myself.

No! This is not happening. They can't do this to me. They do this to me because they see how it affects me. They humiliate me because they see how it embarrasses me. They emasculate me because they see how it makes me cry!

I shouldn't let them have this sadistic pleasure. I shouldn't give them what they want. I shouldn't show them it affects me. I should show them how their dirty little games don't bother me. Once they see I am not affected by or care for their charades, they will back off and respect me as a man.

Wow! This is so genius! I am really clever!

Speaking of genius ideas, I had also decided how I'll go on rounds asking men if they needed beer or something. Let me start it right now. Shawn was not home, but Jerome is the only one in the house that hasn't called me for beer yet. I am sure he'll be calling me soon, and at that time again I would be interrupted, and I would have to put my book down. Let me first go and check on him if he wants anything, so that way he won't be disturbing me again when I resume my book reading.

Also, I was sure that, like other boys, Jerome would also play some dirty tricks to humiliate and emasculate me. But I have to show him it doesn't bother me; I am not going to let him be amused. I am going to be totally indifferent, and I am sure he will be discouraged from acting funny again. Gradually they will all give up and let me be on my own.

Determined, and having made myself mentally prepared, I knocked on Jerom's door.

"Come in," he said.

I went in and asked, "I just wanted to check on you. Did you need anything, Jerome?"

He said, "Oh, it's good you came, baby. I was just going to call you to get me a cold beer."

If it had been just five minutes prior, I wouldn't have been able to hide the embarrassment on my face of being called a baby by another man, but now I was prepared. I knew how I had to act. I was also happy my estimation was also right; had I not been preemptive, I would have again been disturbed from reading my book.

I showed no emotions on my face when he called me baby; I just said, "Ok," and went out and came back in with a very chilled beer almost as cold as ice.

He asked me, "Is it chill, babe? I hope it's very chilled."

I nodded and said coldly, "Yes, dear, it's chilled."

He asked me, "How's your ass doing? Is it still stinging? I didn't use all my force ofcourse, but I know your ass was hurt."

If I were not mentally prepared, this coming from another man would have crushed me, and I would have started crying and running away. It would have been very humiliating.

But I knew what Jerom was trying to do, and unlike when attending other boys, this time I was prepared; I was not going to run out of his room crying.

I coldly responded, deliberately showing him that his words had no effect on me, "Umm... Yeah, it still stings a bit, but it's ok."This would have been very embarrassing to admit to another man otherwise, but I was prepared for anything and everything, and I thought it was working! Maybe I was delusional, but I kind of caught a look of disappointment on Jerom's face, or so I thought. I couldn't believe it; I was winning. I never felt so mentally strong in this house before.

To win this battle, I got aggressive. By that I mean I showed real confidence and positive body language. Nothing he could do or say could ever hurt me! I came near him, bent at my waist, and offered him the ice-cold can of beer and calmly said, "Here's your beer, Sweety."

I just called him sweety! Wow! I am so bold! I am so confident! Take that, Mr. Jerome!

He grabbed the beer, maybe a little taken aback by my confidence, and just said, "Thank you."Yes!! He is speechless! I have got this! However, I must not be careless. I have to take this victory home, okay, not home but maybe to my room.

I told myself in anticipation, "Now when I turn back, he might squeeze my ass, or pinch me, or poke me, or give me a wedgie, or say something very nasty, but I am going to pay no heed."

As I was getting ready to turn around, Jerome said, "The beer is really very cold. Like Ice, why don't you put it on your ass? It will help to soothe the pain."

I coldly said, "No, thank you!" and confidently started to turn around.

Just then, while still lying on the bed, Jerome effortlessly grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, turned me to make me stand sideways to him, and before I could understand, he put the cold beer can inside my short pants on my ass. The beer was very cold! The bare part of my ass felt like it had frostbite, and the part that was covered by the underwear was not doing great either. I always preferred briefs. I hated boxers, but I would have given anything to wear one right now."

I said, "Stop! No, please! It's too cold."

This time Jerome didn't give a damn and said with a cold tone, "You need it, baby, to ease the pain."

My mental defense fell apart. I wanted to cry. I was helpless. I tried to get both my hands off his hands so I could grab the beer can and take it out of my pants, but he was too strong. I tried again, but he had both my hands grabbed tightly in his hands, and he didn't even look like he was putting any effort. He was just casually lying on the bed. This made me get on the verge of crying again.

Seeing no other option, I pleaded with him, "Please take this off, Jerome; it's too cold for my butt."

Jerome looked at me and said, "First of all, it's not a butt, it's an ass, a big ass, and second of all, I know what I am doing, and I know what's good for you.

"With that, he pushed the ice-cold can more on my ass. Knowing I can't use my hands, I instinctively tried to sway my hips and body to get the beer can off my ass, but this just made Jerome burst into laughter.

I already had tears in my eyes; his laughter brought a few more, and they started rolling down my cheeks. I was still fighting to not let myself cry, but just then I saw us in the full-length mirror. I saw how he had easily controlled my hands and forced me to take his beer can on my ass, and everything broke! I started crying hard!

This did nothing to Jerome, who was indifferent to my crying. It was as if he had beaten me at my own game!

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally took the can out of my pants and let go of my hands.

I couldn't take the humiliation; still crying hard, I ran to the door.

"You'll thank me later, trust me!" Said Jerome as I ran past the door and into my room. I shut the door close and again hurried to bed, hiding my face in the pillow and crying very hard.

I must have cried for a while, and then I got calm. I had all the memories flashing in front of me, which I didn't want to visit again. So I thought I'd read the book.

Just as I opened the book, my eyes went to my wall clock, and I saw it was almost six pm.

Oh, shit, I have to go make dinner. So I had to put back on the little book cabinet I had, and I went out in the kitchen and started making dinner for everyone. In an hour or so, all the boys, including Shawn, who was back home, came to the dinner table, and I served them dinner.

They pretty much ignored me as they ate. Once they were all done, they told me how delicious the dinner was and how good I am in my kitchen duties.

Once they left, I took my dinner and ate. It took me a while even though my meal portion was substantially smaller compared to men. I finished it and got full. Now I had to clear the plates, wash the plates and utensils with soap, and clean the dining table and put the plates back in their cabin.

Once all my chores were done, I had to go upstairs to get the clothes that I had put out there to dry.

So I went upstairs and put them in a laundry bag and brought it down. I separated everyone's clothes and folded them neatly. I went to each of the boys' rooms after knocking, and I would put their clothes in their respective closets neatly. They all thanked me.

As I went in Jerom's room, I started keeping his clothes in his closet.

Jerome came near me, and he asked me, "So how's your ass doing? Is it still stinging?"

Just then I realized it wasn't! I hadn't noticed while I was doing my house chores, but I felt nothing. No pain at all.

I said, "No! The pain is all gone; I feel so relieved."

He said, "I told you, I know what I am doing and that you'll thank me later."

I smiled and said, "Yes, it seems you do know your stuff."

He coughed, "Ughm, ughm."

I wondered what that was about, and then it struck me!

"Oh, thank you, Jerome," I said, smiling.

Jerome put his hand behind me and pulled me to him and said, "That's not how you thank a man."

He kissed me passionately. I initially tried to push him off me, but he was too strong for me, but once his lips were on my lips, it started to melt my heart, and I gave in to his kiss!

He was kissing me for a couple of minutes. Once he was done, he said, "That's how you thank a man, babe!" He smiled at me.

I froze; I didn't know how to react. I was fighting a battle of my own, inside my head.

I just got out of his room quietly. I went in my room and closed the door behind me. I took off my clothes and changed into nightwear and fell on the bed.

I was so tired from a physically and emotionally draining day.

I got up in the morning, and just as I was done with my morning business and I was about to take off my clothes to take a shower, I heard the doorbell ring. I came out of the bathroom, and I went to the door and opened it, and I saw Jennifer and 4 other very beautiful women standing outside.