Poor Peter
Peter stood breathing heavily in his room. Why the hell had he gotten so drunk last night with his roommates. They started playing poker and as he always did when drunk got a little too big for his boots, quickly building a pretty hefty debt. This was easily the biggest debt he'd gotten into with his roommates. Between the 3 of them he owed them over $1000. Being an 18 year old student he didn't have that kind of money so he begged them to work out something else.
In the grand scheme of things this they were definitely letting him off lightly. After a long night of begging they agreed to wave the debt, on the condition he do a forfeit. He thought this was a no brainier, they were all friends so surely they wouldn't do anything too bad, at least not $1000 bad.
When he woke this morning with a brutal hangover his roommates came in to explain his forfeit. They stood like three ghostly figures casting very three very distinct silhouettes. The large hulking Markus stood at the back. A footballer, he was built like a brick house with dark buzz cut hair. Everything about him just looked huge. Arnold stood front and centre leading the pack. He was a classic athletic jock alpha male douchebag. His golden hair helped his blue eyes pop that little bit harder. Then there was Jamie, standing behind Arnold like a little goblin. Not athletic but not ugly. He was very cute in a geeky kind of way.
Peter always wondered if Jamie and Markus had minds of they're own, or if they just depended on Arnold to do all the thinking. They'd decided they wanted embarrass him to teach him a lesson.
Arnold told him, "Look Pete we get it, you got carried away but the problem is your a cocky shit."
Markus chimed in, "So your forfeit is this. It's your turn to cook today and you have to do it wearing this.
He tossed Peter a flimsy superman printed apron. Peter caught looking at it confused. Was this really it? Was this all the hap planned?
Then little Jamie added, "Only this!"
Peter looked up in shock to see there maniacally evil grins.
"Oh shit...you don't mean.." Peter looked horrified.
"Yup!" Arnold said, "This is all you get to wear today. Until sun down you gotta wear this and only this. By the way it's almost breakfast time so you'd better get a move on. We've decide we want pancakes today." With that the three frat boys turned and left.
Peter couldn't believe this. How was he going to stay covered all day with just this? He'd been so careful a ever since he moved in to keep his modesty. He never walked around in a towel, always taking his clothes with him when he showered. Whenever he jerked off he sat in the corner behind the door to maximise his time to cover if anyone walked in. He had exhausted every way of not letting anyone see him naked since he was a little kid and now he'd have to walk around on display for a full day.
After shedding his clothes so he stood naked he put on the apron, pulling it over his fiery red hair. It stopped about half way up his thighs so his front stayed covered. His bubbly ass however was on full display to all. He tried to cover it by tying the apron tight the spread more of the fabric over his ass. Eventually he opted out of this however because it stretched it too tight over his crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. He couldn't risk anyone seeing him from the front so, swallowing hard he opened the door and walked out with his defined cyclists ass for all to see.
He entered the kitchen to Woolf whistles and cat calls from his roommates, making him blush.
"Woo here comes the days entertainment!" Markus called.
Jamie goaded, "Cumon give us a twirl." Grinning like a little elf.
Trying to save face Peter give a quick little spin, but he went too fast and his apron flew up, not high enough to see anything but enough to elicit a round of laughter. Peter blushed hard clasping his hands over his crotch to keep the apron down.
"Well cummon, it's breakfast time and were hungry. Spit spot Mary!" Arnold clapped his hands commandingly.
Peter quickly set about making breakfast to the sound of giggle and cheap jibes from behind him.He felt a sharp pain in his ass, spinning round to see Jamie holing a spatula. "OUCH! Hey that hurt." Peter whined.
"Haha oh man up up there's barely a mark dude." Arnold replied.
After about thirty minutes cooking with his ass on display, which was now red after repeated smacks form the guys, he plated up breakfast. They sat eating together with guys giggling checking they're phones. Finally Peter asked, "What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing just this thing in the group chat." Markus said through his chuckling.
Peter finished his last pancake and got up to grab his phone from his room. He opened up the group chat to see a series of photos sent by Jamie. Peter jaw dropped as he saw pic after pic of under the table shots looking up his apron showing the lower half of his tight little balls. "WHAT THE HELL!" He screamed.
He heard the roar of his roommates laughter as he stormed through.
"This wasn't part of the deal you jerks!" He ranted.
"Haha oh relax you can hardly see anything." Arnold held up his phone waving it in Peters face.
"Maybe there's not much to see," Jamie sneered.
"Shut up bitch, I got plenty!" Peter snapped back.
"Sure you do bud, why don't you start on the dishes," Markus said still shewing his pancakes.
"Fine. Just delete those, I'm mean it!" Peter warned to no reaction.
As he stood washing the dishes he heard a knock at the door. "Shit" he thought. Who the hell could that be? He went to run back to his room but he was too slow. Markus had already opened the front door, there was no way he'd get back to his room unexposed. He u-turned back to the kitchen shutting the door, pressing his ear up trying to hear who it was.
He just heard mumbles followed by footsteps walking towards him. He jumped back looking for somewhere to hide but it was too late. The door opened and in walked a handsome man in his early thirties with a clipboard. As their eyes met the mans face looked shocked, saying, "Oh wow haha pretty informal here aren't you boys?"
Peter stood frozen, trying his best not turn and expose his ass.
"Not got many girls here I take it?" The man quipped.
Arnold retorted, "He sure doesn't haha."
The man laughed turning back to his clipboard, stating, "Well they'd get a shock seeing you fellas wandering around in your undies."
"Thank god." Peter thought. The guy didn't know he was naked. If he played it right he could get away unseen, but who the hell was this guy?
"So uh...what's going on here anyway?" Peter asked innocently.
"Oh I'm just doing inspections on the cleanliness of the dorms. We've had a lot of issues in this building so we need to make sure your not turning the place into a toxic waste land." The examiner continued snooping around.
"Oh ok...I didn't know anything about this." Peter scowled at Arnold who just smiled wickedly.
"Yea we need to keep in impromptu so we're seeing you in your 'natural habitat' so to speak." The examiner wandered around the room checking the counter tops.
Peter took this as his chance to leave. Without turning he backed away toward the door till he bumped into something. The hulking Markus was standing in the doorway blocking his exit. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder holding him still. "So sir how thorough do you need to be with this?" Markus grunted.
The examiner didn't look over. "Pretty thorough but I wouldn't worry, this is by far the cleanest Flat I've seen so far. You boys should be proud."
"But you still need to check everything right? Like safety equipment?" Arnold asked mischievously.
"Yes I suppose so." He turned to face the boys.
