by Jack Crawford
Only two months ago, Zeke Sundstraw had been thrilled to accept the part-time position of a lifetime ... at least his young lifetime. Working his way through college, Zeke needed a cheap place to live that was close to campus as well as a paying job that was flexible as far as his hours were concerned. He found the ideal situation as a live-in houseboy at the sorority house of Lambda Epsilon Gamma.
The position met all his requirements: he lived in the basement of the sorority house in his own room with his own private entrance (it would be unseemly for the sorority sisters to have a man coming and going through the front door!); room and board were free; and he earned a modest wage. His hours were his own as long as he met his responsibilities daily, and those responsibilities were pretty simple: Zeke did all the housework.
But, housework was quite a broad term. It included all the cleaning and most of the laundering. He dropped off and picked up the dry cleaning, but he did all the other laundry for a dozen Lambda sisters. It wasn't difficult just as long as Zeke stuck to a routine, making sure to put in a load of laundry in the morning before classes and again after classes. The vacuuming and dusting were time-consuming, but not taxing, and Zeke discovered that even the mundane job of cleaning the bathrooms was not unpleasant. He even learned to sort the girls' undies by sight alone.
Besides, he lived in close proximity to twelve of the sexiest women on campus and as his duties required free reign of the house, Zeke had ample opportunity to see these women in various states of undress; a wonderful, golden opportunity for which Zeke thanked his lucky stars each and every night!
A Junior in college, Zeke had tried dorm life and fraternity life, but had suffered through a number of menial and low paying jobs to stay in school. This one was really going to work out and, all in, it was the best financial deal he had ever negotiated. But, the fringe benefits of being around, and flirting with, the lovely ladies of Lamda Epsilon Gamma were the best.
Zeke had quickly learned the rhythms of the sorority house and the personal habits and schedules of its inhabitants. Through his cleaning duties, he had also discovered a number of unobtrusive locations in the house from which he could spy on the various ladies. Zeke developed a daily ritual that allowed him a pervert's platter of 'peeping tom' opportunities.
From a linen closet, Zeke could see through a crack in the door and watch Sandy shower in the morning. From that same position, Laurie could be seen bathing nightly. How odd, he had thought, that there would be two distinct preferences for the use of the same facility: different times of the day and choice of tub and shower.
Similarly, Zeke could be in 'cleaning' Vanessa's room, but through a small hole he would watch Kim as she stretched and practiced her yoga in the buff. Using the same hole from Vanessa's room, Zeke often watched Kim masturbate in bed before jumping into the shower. He decided she used her masturbation as a reward for studying a few minutes before bed time.
All in all, the house and its inhabitants ran on a very predictable schedule. A schedule that grew more and more complicated for Zeke as tests and other schoolwork began to mount and his discovery of new and better voyeuristic opportunities presented themselves. His peeping was beginning to get in the way, but as a good student he maintained his studies while the housework slipped further and further behind.
One Friday evening he found out just how far behind he had gotten. Kim, the dark haired vixen who Zeke had watched masturbate countless times, appeared suddenly in Zeke's bathroom as he showered. Caught in the act of frigging himself, Zeke blushed hotly as his erection bounced and bobbed in front of Kim after she had whisked open the shower curtain. With a cool and calm demeanor that was inexplicably frightening, Kim reached in and turned off the water.
"Where's my pink blouse, Zeke?" she asked, already having confirmed its whereabouts.
"It's in the laundry, Kim," he answered, hands desperately trying to cover himself. "Hand me the towel, would you?"
"No, I will not hand you the towel," she replied firmly. "Wasn't that blouse in the laundry Tuesday when I asked you? And, what about the two pairs of jeans that were also in the laundry? I've checked," she confirmed to his dismay. "All my clothes are still in the laundry and there is such a pile of dirty clothes that it is apparent you haven't done a lick of laundry this week!" Kim scowled at Zeke before demanding, "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"
Zeke knew he had been behind in the housework and had promised himself he would get it all caught up over the weekend. As he hemmed and hawed they both heard Sandy call out from Zeke's bedroom, "Zeke Sundstraw! Where are my clothes!?! I've got 10 minutes to finish dressing before going out!" Suddenly, Sandy burst into the bathroom and silently appraised the situation.
Kim answered her question, as Zeke frantically reached for the towel, but Kim slapped his hand away. "Our houseboy has been playing around ... or should I say playing with himself ... too much to get his work done."
"How am I supposed to go out tonight with nothing clean to wear?" demanded Sandy. "What in the world have you been up to that you can't get a few simple chores done on a timely basis?" As she asked the question, Sandy knew the answer, but wondered if Kim would say anything. She quickly found out.
"Oh, I think it's high time we let Zeke in on our little secret, Sandy," snickered Kim. Zeke was puzzled; he was sufficiently confused that he forgot about his naked condition ... almost. "You see, Zeke," Kim explained, her index finger now poking him in the middle of his bare, wet chest, "we know you've been peeking in on us regularly. We also know you've been jerking off as you watch."
Sandy laughed. "It was kind of cute, maybe funny, at first. We just seem to have gotten to the point of seeing who would be the most brazen about teasing you." Then her tone changed, her anger rising swiftly. "Now I've got to cancel a date. Kim and I are the only two girls left in this house and we can't go out because of YOU!"
"But, but ..." stammered Zeke before Kim slapped his face hard.
"That's enough out of you!" she screamed. "I'll tell you what's going to happen. You've had the opportunity to watch us, so now we are going to watch you. You're going to get caught up on all your work tonight and you're going to do it all bare-ass naked."
Zeke thought about protesting, but the sting on his cheek warned him to keep quiet. "Yeah," added Sandy, "and we're going to punish you like the naughty little boy you've been!" Both women giggled, finding themselves suddenly in character as the little drama unfolded. Sandy added, "We're going to call our dates and cancel. When we're off the phone we want to see you in a flurry of activity as you get your work caught up."
"And if you even think of complaining," added Kim menacingly, "you're fired and you're thrown out of this house tonight. We don't want to hear any sniveling, whining or bitching from you. Just lot's of 'Yes, Ma'am' and 'No, Ma'am'!"
Sandy turned to leave, looking over her shoulder she said, "Get busy, Zeke! We're going to cancel our dates, then we're going to take it out of your hide!" Stunned, Zeke finally grabbed the towel and dried off as he watched the two, truly unhappy females leave his room. Instinctively he began to dress, then remembered their orders and quickly stripped off the shorts he had just pulled on.
The two young women had to cancel their dates face-to-face, making pitiful apologies to the guys who came calling. The experience did everything but brighten their mood and they went in search of the hapless Zeke so that they might vent their frustrations. They found him in the laundry room. During their absence, Zeke had managed to get a load of laundry into the washer and was now transferring the wet clothing into the dryer.
"Get the next load started, young man," snapped Sandy, "then report to us in the parlor." In the big room the sorority dubbed 'the parlor', the two upset women sat on a large sofa making a list of the chores that had been left undone ... and that would be completed that night. As they finished the list, Zeke appeared in the doorway, nervously covering his groin, and blushing from head to toe.
"Come here, Zeke," Kim ordered and as the young man timidly approached the woman, she suddenly and swiftly reached out for his wrist, pulling him over her lap. "This is just to warm you up because I like you," she snorted. "We'll get more serious later." Her hand rose and slapped his right bottom cheek hard. A loud CRACK sizzled the air, then several more joined as she briskly spanked his unprotected bottom.
Zeke had been taken completely by surprise and began to writhe in a vain attempt to escape the stinging swats. He was momentarily unaware that his face had been pressed tightly into Sandy's crotch and as he squirmed his face pressed and twisted on her lap. His nose was rubbing furiously, and quite accidentally, against her quickly moistening pussy. Zeke was oblivious to his actions until Sandy commented.
"Hey, he gives pretty good nose!" she laughed and Kim laughed with her. Zeke didn't think it was funny, and was humiliated. Unfortunately, he wasn't in a position to do anything about it so he was forced to continue writhing about as Kim lambasted his backside. "My turn!" squealed Sandy.
Zeke felt himself pulled across Kim's lap and onto Sandy's. With the vigor of a fresh arm, Sandy soon had Zeke's tenderized bottom sizzling again. Knowing he could not (would not?) do anything but submit, Zeke could only squirm while uttering grunts and groans. Not soon enough for Zeke, Sandy stopped the hand spanking and let him get up.
Oblivious to the show he was putting on, Zeke grabbed his backside and danced about. "Oh!! I'm burning up!" he complained much to the delight of the two sorority sisters.
"We're just starting," crowed Kim, "and if you know what's good for you, you'll get your ass in gear and move onto the next item on the list of chores. As soon as that's done, check the washer and dryer and report back to us right here!" She sent him off with a slap on his bottom, a bottom that looked like he had been out in the sun in the buff for too many hours.
Zeke hustled to clean the upstairs bathrooms, then rotated the laundry, emptying the dryer, moving the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer, then starting another load of wash. He worked feverishly, motivated by the concern of what further punishment the two woman had in store for him, and motivated by the worry that he'd still be naked doing chores when some of the other sorority sisters came home.
As he entered the parlor, Sandy greeted him rudely. "These carpets haven't been vacuumed in weeks!" she exclaimed. "Do you know how dirty they are? Just how filthy they are?!"
"Uh, no, ma'am," mumbled Zeke. Sandy grabbed him by the earlobe and roughly pulled his face down to the floor. He was forced to lie prone, his face ground into the rough carpet.
Not to be reposted, reproduced or distributed, in part or whole.