I Hoped College Would Be Different

This is my very first attempt at a story so please your insight and comments would very much help me to improve and better write in the future thank you.

All characters are over 18. there is no sex scenes but bullying minor verbal abuse and spanking involved. Please let me know your thoughts and insights for edits and maybe a part 2. Thank you and good reading.

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Let me introduce myself, I'm Adam Parcel. I'm in my first year of college and things are going great so far. Things haven't always gone my way. When Joey Baker, a new student, enrolled in our school in the seventh grade, it all began. He has made it his goal to disparage and discredit me every day since he arrived, and I am not sure why.

The gym was the starting point. Since I have never been very athletic, I finished the mile run dead last. Every time he passed me on the track, he deliberately ran me over. Joey was like a mountain in comparison to me, who was a very small, slender boy.

He was everything that I was not: large, powerful, and manly. Eventually, he got his jock friends to join in on my mockery. I initially tried to avoid it and concentrate on my own work, but for our school district's science fair in the tenth grade, I was given a science project on stellar evolution.

My project was titled The Stages of Cosmic Gases. Well, Joey and his friends thought it would be hilarious to replace my slides with images of obese fat men bending over. The judges were not amused, and I felt thoroughly humiliated. To summarize, I cried, was laughed at, and was suspended for a week as a result of their prank, not to mention that I did not place in the science fair.

I told my parents about my problem, hoping for their support. They initially offered assistance, but after my suspension, they advised me to "man up" and deal with the situation on my own, claiming it was part of growing up. It was absolutely devastating. The only people I thought I could count on to be there for me did nothing.

By the time I graduated, things had escalated to a new, extremely humiliating level. I had to address Joy and his friends in a timid feminine voice whenever they spoke to me, and Joey began insisting that I call him Daddy Joey as a sign of respect because he said as a beta sissy, I had to know my place in the presence of my Alpha superior.

But, finally, here at Penn State University, I have the opportunity to improve my life, make new friends, and be happy. Despite the hardship, I was able to earn a good scholarship that only required me to pay for food and minor necessities. Fortunately for me, Penn State offers a paid tutoring service.

I was always a good student and easily passed the preliminary interview test. They told me I would primarily be tutoring mathematics and English to other students who needed extra assistance keeping up. My first tutoring session was next Monday at 3 p.m. in a private study room in the library on the east wing of the campus.

I was so excited to start my job and mentor others, as well as make some new friends, that I decided to go all out to make a good first impression. I am a short guy who weighs 104 pounds and stands 5'2". My style has always been unique, but it is what feels right.

After my shower, I returned to my room to get ready. I needed to brush my long light brown hair, which I usually put in a pony tail, but today I was feeling frisky, so I did a simple braid. I have never been good at wearing contacts, so I wear glasses with a nice deep purple frame pair; purple is my favorite color after all. I had a difficult time deciding on my clothes, but I eventually settled on a nice pair of beige skinny jeans, a slim fit salmon colored polo shirt, and black ankle fit slip on sneakers.

I grabbed my teaching materials and made my way to the library, feeling happy and free. I arrived about 15 minutes early and set up a good learning space before waiting for my tutee to arrive. After about 20 minutes, there was a hard knock on the door, and Joey walked in.

He was much bigger than I remembered, at least 6'4 and 220 pounds, dressed in his football jersey and jeans, and carrying a backpack. I froze in fear and could not move. Joey walks in and settles in without recognizing me, and to be honest, I let out a relieved breath. 

 I decided to just pretend I did not know him and introduced myself, "hey, my name is Adam." I will be your tutor; let us start with a review of the materials you are struggling with and work our way up. Then there was silence.

I sat there for what seemed like an eternity before looking up to see Joey with a killer smirk. He broke the silence by saying, "Do not play dumb. Sissy You and I both know each other, don't we? So who am I, sissy?"

Despite my fear, I held my ground and stammered, "Joey, can we please just focus on the tutoring session?"

SLAM "No, no, sissy, you know better than to speak to your betters in such a disrespectful way don't you?" Joey slapped the table.

In a cold but calm voice, he made it clear what he wanted, but I doubled down and said, "Maybe it would be better if you requested a different tutor." Then I felt a sharp firm grip on my right wrist, and my entire body was jolted out of my seat, leaving me slumped over Joey's lap, my arm pinned behind my back painfully.

He spoke calmly but firmly. "Now, sissy, I am a nice guy, and all I asked for was some respect, but you just could not do what you were told, huh. Now I am going to ask you one more time, WHO AM I?" I just wanted to run and hide somewhere, but here I tried to be calm, but my voice was shaky and I stuttered out.

"Joey, please let me go. We can just forget about this and..." SMACK SMACK SMACK I tried to break free, but he was far too strong; I was stuck, terrified, humiliated, and crying.

"Joey, please, stop."I whimpered, hoping that he would listen. "Excuse me, sissy, what did you say? I could not quite hear you." SMACK SMACK SMACK. "Daddy, Daddy Joey, please stop. I am sorry. I started crying like a baby. "You going to be good and show proper respect?" "Yes, sir!" SMACK "Yes, sir, Daddy Joey."

At this point, I am terrified and whimpering. Daddy Joe gently but firmly pulled me up and seated me on his lap. He pulled me into his chest and held me tightly, allowing me to cry on his chest. After what seemed like an eternity, he began talking to me. "Here's how things will go okay; it appears you require a more watchful eye and a far firmer hand to guide you, so do you live on campus?"

I just nodded, afraid to speak. Daddy Joey, not taking that as an answer, asked me again in a harsher tone, clearing his throat, "I said do you live here on campus, sissy?"

"Yes sir, Daddy Joey. I live in a dormitory on campus, sir." I whimpered, confused and scared, not knowing what was going on.

"Good, so here's what you are going to do; you have until the end of the day to pack your belongings; once done, call this number," he wrote on a piece of paper that I had laid out earlier. "From now on, you will be living in my apartment; it is close to campus and I have a spare room; this way, I can help you be who you are supposed to be rather than who you believe you should be."

He stood me up and stood up himself, gently but firmly grasping my face with one hand and saying, "Do not take too long sissy."