Dorm Room Daddy



 

“Hey man! I'm Kyle.”

“Nice to meet you, I'm Dan. I guess we're roommates.”

“Yeah, um this is a little weird, but how old are you, Dan?”

“Eighteen” Dan's voice trailed off. This had happened all his life. He was short and had what his mom called a baby face.

“Really? I thought you were like a high school freshman.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Dan rolled his eyes and began filling his dresser with his clothes as Kyle watched with a critical eye.

“Boxers? No, that won’t do at all.” Kyle said, stepping right up next to Dan so that the smaller guy could smell his deodorant as he became fully aware of just how big his new roommate was. “I think a little boy like you needs something more like these.” He held up a package of Paw Patrol underoos.

“How do you have those?”

“Facebook stalking you let me prepare.” Kyle said. “Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You’re going to wear these, little boy.” The steel in his voice with the last two words made a chill run down Dan’s spine. “Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, daddy, you mean?” Dan quivered, unable to even argue with Kyle’s masculine smell in his nose.

“Yes, daddy.” Dan stammered.

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