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Ironically, Kiran had to admit that his life had improved. It was ironic because he was now a naked slave to two women. Neither of them all that gorgeous although he had to admit Madhura more than made up for her lack of looks with a solid figure and perky breasts. However, he would never have any romantic feelings toward them.

The two were merciless. He was naked the whole time he was in their dorm room. He served them their morning Coffees. And, once they received their coffees, they slapped him. For no reason. It was just the routine now. He was ready with their Coffees when they got up. They just took it from him and gave him a powerful slap. Whether slapping, or spanking his naked ass or a jab on his naked body inside the dorm room or a shove outside, it was never half-hearted. It was always with their full strength. And, given their strength, sometimes he just stood for a minute or two with his head spinning. They took no notice of it as they continued their coffees. Their hot baths were ready while Kiran waited outside, naked and kneeling and blindfolded.

He then washed their clothes and they left for their classes. Here is where his life had improved. Earlier, he was pushed and shoved everywhere by both boys and girls. Now, the others left him alone as Madhura and Lakshmi had claimed him. However, the other girls were not going to be left behind and he could slowly see more and more boys - some of whom had tormented him - being servile to other girls. That told him he was not alone in his predicament.

He had to say this about them. They gave him enough time to study in the evenings. There was not even a slowdown. He was studying the same number of hours as befrore. The only difference being that he was naked. However, they still expected him to serve them well into the night which cut into his sleep time. They were unconcerned about that. The college policy also helped him. Strictly no phones and no cameras. So, it meant that his nudity was private. Of course, this was a very small comfort. It was humiliating not to wear any clothes.

Madhura and Lakshmi could see his shame and they piled it on. Every evening, they would make him to do jumping jacks or stand on one leg. While staying naked among clothed women was humiliating for him, his cock, apparently, took the complete opposite view. He was hard nearly the whole day. It was in a non-stop state of full arousal and he had no release. With his cock at it's full erection, it bobbed and twirled around like crazy when he did the exercises and they both laughed their heads off. They had a reason for this. They played volleyball for an hour or more everyday. Once they came back, they had to study. While they were not as smart as talented as Kiran, they were no slouches themselves and kept their grades very respectable. Still, they needed to do something to get themselves in the mood to study and Kiran was their plaything for that. Ragging him and humiliating him was a very nice stress-buster which cleared their heads and allowed them to study peacefully.

However, he had to admit that while they were ruthless but also very fair. To this day, no one knew about his nudity. Everyone knew he was used as a slave. Everyone teased, insulted and humiliated him. However, no one knew about his nudity. Their female friends frequently visited them but Madhura and Lakshmi insisted most meets happened in others' dorm rooms. On the rare occasion they had to come in, both of them allowed him to wear clothes and opened their doors only after he was safe. They also lent him out to other girls. He was cleaning their rooms, cleaning their toilets, cleaning their shoes, he was just community property for the girls and silently bore his pain and humiliation.

Of course, they did not permit him to rub himself. They had warned him that, if they so much as suspected that he was jacking off, they would lock up the remaining two sets of clothes and push him out into the hallway. Kiran was terrified of public nudity. However, this was hardly an issue. Their torments left him so tired that he dozed off the moment they allowed him to go to sleep. On the floor, of course. Even weekends, they sometimes allowed him to take the required naps. The weekend naps kept becoming rarer and rarer as more and more girls started using his services. But the lack of release was hardly an issue as he was too tired for it most of the time. The bigger problem was that, they would not allow him to use the toilet. Them tormenting him meant that he was drinking more and more water. But, when he had to urinate, he had to ask their permission. They would not let him. Very soon, his bladder was fit to burst and the two girls dropped whatever they were doing to watch the show.

He squirmed, twitched and begged them for mercy which properly entertained them. He clutched his dong like a lifeline as it threatened to run. With a herculean effort, he would stop. He would walk around and the hard cock would swing both ways. He hugged the washing machine and breathed heavily trying to control himself. Madhura and Lakshmi watched the show with tears of laughter in their eyes. They would open the toilet door and the sight of the commode was, oh! So tempting but Kiran could not do anything other than cry in pain as the girls watched mercilessly. Eventually, they would allow him and he would relieve himself. Once he was done, he came running out and dropped to their feet and thanked them profusely for letting him. The girls would gladly use the opportunity to push their legs into his mouth for the second round of foot worship.

The first round of foot worship would happen after the games. Volleyball, Basketball any game and the girls would play them vigorously as a workout. Obviously, this meant that they sweated from head to toe. They would come back, bolt the door and whistle at their naked slave.

"Please, ma'am." He would beg them. He knew that it would have no effect but could not help himself. "The smell is nauseating," he would plead with them. However, they of course showed no mercy.

"Of course, they are nauseating. They are sweaty feet. What else did you expect?" They would berate him.

Kiran, with tears in his eyes, started sniffing their feet. He would start with one of them. Eventually, she would kick him and he would go to the other set of feet. Both of them were equally stinky and yet, he had to smell them, lick them and worship them. He hated the smell and the girls loved that they could make him do something that disgusted him so much. They revelled in that fact. Kiran retched and coughed as he smelled and licked their stinking feet. And, of course, the added bonus that he was doing all this completely naked which was making both the women aroused as hell. Once or twice, they considered using him for sex as well. They had already decided that, at some point in the future, they would force him to go down on them. However, his gigantic cock was so appealing. They were considering allowing him to have sex as well to experience that huge thing inside them. However, Kiran himself ruined those chances. While his cock was huge, him crying like a baby every time they abused him meant that they could never consider him seriously as a sex partner. While they got aroused with his gigantic cock, the moment they saw his miserable face, the temptation would go away.