Chore Chart- Part 2/2

Back with a second part to this story, and even more of River's clothes are coming off this time... VIP members, check the server for the photos to go with this story.

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The next few days really cemented how awful River had been as a roommate once he actually started doing the bare minimum for the first time. He was putting dishes in the dishwasher, and he wasn’t leaving full glasses of paint-tinted water in various corners of every windowsill. The smell began to fade, and I didn’t worry about walking around barefoot on the newly swept and vacuumed floors.

I really thought that he’d finally turned the tide, but that was until I woke up on Saturday morning. Friday had been such an exhausting day at work, and after grabbing an early dinner with some coworkers, I’d come home, taken some melatonin, and popped in my noise cancelling headphones to drown out the noise of the city outside. Those headphones also completely cancelled out River and his friends in the living room for hour after hour of drinking games and debauchery.

Stepping into the living room bright and early that morning, my senses were overwhelmed before I could even fully open my eyes. Every clean surface was coated in sticky red cups and dented ping pong balls. His table in the dining room had been taken over by beer pong, and a random man that I had never seen before was currently asleep across it. River was half on the couch, half on the floor, and he fell completely onto one plane once I yelled his name.

“What! What’s happening?!”

The blanket fell away to reveal that he was still wearing just his briefs, and I imagined his friend’s faces as they saw him answer the door like that the night before. He’d probably planned this night as some elaborate joke to make fun of me, but I’d be the one having the last laugh.

As the other five people in the apartment began waking up, much earlier than they could have on their own, they congregated in the living room as I passed out coffee cups full of water for them. As they sipped water, I explained the chore chart behind me, stressing how much cleaning would need to be done to return the apartment to what it had been.

“So, you guys have two options- you can either band together and clean up your mess from last night to save River, or he’ll have to lose his underwear since he didn’t finish his one minuscule chore for Friday. He just had to take out the one bag of trash, and there are probably at least two extra bags of trash in here right now.”

His friends shared a quick glance with each other before one of them spoke for the group.

“Yeah, sorry River, but no. We threw away our bottles as we drank- this stuff is pretty much all you.”

I wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but I almost felt bad for River that none of his friends were siding with him. The only way to banish that thought was to realize that he would have done the same for him.

“Okay then, River- it’s time.”

“No, guys, please! This is crazy- look at the torture he's putting me through!”

Practically pleading with them, they just looked on as if this was some college-level performance art that was beneath them. The only response they gave was to start chanting, “Off, off, off,” as soon as River stood beside me.

His little gray briefs seemed even smaller now in front of a crowd, but that wasn’t the only thing of his that seemed to be changing size… his cock was beginning to stir as well from all of the attention. The bravado personality was gone now, and he was trying any strategy to try and stop what had already begun. He was promising to take over all of the chores, to buy me things with money he didn’t have, and his friends were laughing away every suggestion. I didn’t even have to be the bad guy anymore because I knew that they would take over for me as soon as I said the word. River must have realized that too because he finally began fidgeting with his waistband, easing it down just a millimeter at a time before realizing that this was really happening.

Stuffing his left hand under the fabric to cover himself, he finally lowered his underwear down to his ankles, stepping out of them with the small amount of strength that he had left. Once that was done, he began quivering as if he could barely support himself, and I placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. I could practically feel the electricity radiating under his skin as he stood there clutching his last shred of dignity in front of his crotch.

One of his friends reached forward to make a grab at them, and River was just able to clutch his hands over his crotch in time, but that protection wouldn’t last forever. As his underwear was passed around like a party favor, my roommate finally faced the music and lowered his hands to his side.

His thick cock had stayed semi-hard, but I knew that if his friends weren’t reigned in, then they could get him fully hard and trembling. He had nothing to be ashamed about with his size, and that was his one saving grace. Finally, feeling that he had delivered, he ran into the bathroom to hide until his friends left. I could hear the shower turn on, and I wondered if that was just an excuse for him to wrap a towel around himself once he was done.

As he showered, his friends quickly cleaned up last night’s mess for me, taking all of the bags out with them. One of them took the trash to the dumpster out back, and the rest of them each grabbed a bag of River’s clean laundry to take with them, including his last pair of underwear. Once he came out of the bathroom, smelling of embarrassment and body wash, he would realize that his embarrassment had truly just begun…

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