"Hey what's the matter there?  Why the long face.  Can I help?"  Marie
asked.

"I'm two weeks late for school.  I didn't have enough money for the plane
or train, so I hitchhiked across the country.  I can't seem to find any
housing; every place is full.  I can't afford a hotel room.  I think I'm
just gonna have to pack it in and hitchhike back home."  Sam said to her,
looking up into her sympathetic face.

"Hi, my name is Marie, what's yours?"

"Hi Marie.  I'm sorry to be a downer in your day, my name is Sam, Sam
Dale."

"Well Sam Dale, we have a room that isn't currently being used for anything
in the basement of our sorority house. You could probably stay there for a
while. Come with me and I'll ask our president about it."

She helped him with his bags and piled them into her Geo Metro and headed
off with the grateful Sam to her house. They walked into the large house
and plopped his bags down in the hall.  A short sprightly blonde named
Candice was bounding down the stairs and yelled "Man on board," rather
matter-of-factly as she turned the corner and headed to the kitchen.

"Wait here while I go find Stella."  Marie directed, leaving Sam to look
about actively from his stationary position in the hall.

Members of the house found excuses to walk through the hall to satisfy
their curiosity at the announcement of his presence.  He was getting pretty
excited at the prospect of living for a while in the basement under the
same roof with this bevy of beauties.  Finally, Marie came back with a tall
blonde whose potentially stern face was broken by a welcoming smile.

"Why don't we go in here."  She said leading the way through a pair of
sliding pocket doors into a formal study.  She signaled two studious
sisters to take their studying elsewhere for the moment so the three of
them could have some private time.  Stella faced Sam and Marie as she slid
the doors together behind her.  "So Marie, what are you up to?"

"Sam here was late for the beginning of the semester and has been unable to
find a place to stay. I thought he could make something of that empty room
in the basement until other housing opens up for him.  He's a guy, so maybe
he could make it up to us by fixing things when we need it."  Marie
explained.

"Are you handy that way Sam?"  Stella asked.

"Well, not really."  Sam said embarrassed.

"What can you do, Sam?"  She asked.

"I . . . um.  Well, I suppose I could help with the chores."  He said
hopefully.

"The chores, I see.  That would go without saying.  What are you good at,
Sam? What's your major?  Let's start there."  She asked.

"Um, art.  I'm specializing in photography."

"Photography, um, I see.  Well, you could be our official photographer I
suppose."  Sam brightened with anticipation of her next words, "We've been
talking about having a yearbook for the sorority, but no one has the time
to organize it and follow it through.  Would you like to do our yearbook
for us on top of the chores we'd have for you?"  She asked somewhat
seductively.

Sam eagerly nodded his head before he uttered, "Oh yes.  Yes I would."

"Well then, it's settled.  You will do chores around the house, be our own
photographer, and follow our rules we might deem are necessary from time to
time, having a male in our house you understand.  Is that okay with you?"
Stella asked.

"That's great.  You don't know what a load this takes off me, Stella."  He
said gratefully.

"Rule number one.  I am the head of this house, duly elected by my peers,
so you will show me proper respect and address me and the others as 'Miss'
or 'Ma'am,' are we clear on that?"  Stella advised.

"Yes Ma'am."  Sam said with a note of shock in his expression.

"Good, then Miss Marie will show you to your quarters."  Marie started for
the door.  "One more thing, everybody here who has joined this house has
done so by initiation.  I don't see why that wouldn't apply to you as well.
If you have no problem with that, go get settled, clean up, and report back
to this room at eight o'clock tonight."

Sam swallowed hard, looked at Marie somewhat peeked, then looked back at
Stella, swallowed hard again and said, "Okay Ma'am."

The basement room was once winter storage for tubers and other provisions.
Marie gave him a broom and showed him where he could find a mattress
leaning up against a wall.  He used the shelves to set out his clothes,
camera equipment, and school supplies and felt grateful for the temporary
shelter despite its austere nature.  There was a frilly bathroom off of a
rec. room in the basement, which had no bath or shower. He used it to give
himself a sponge bath and wash his hair to get off the grit of the road.
He was heading back to his room when he heard someone call from the stairs,
"If you want anything to eat, you'd better get up here and help with the
prep."

Sam put his towel over the back of a straight-back wooden chair to dry and
headed up to the kitchen.  After introductions around the kitchen workers,
he was assigned to chop, grate, stir and various other duties to help get
the dinner ready.  The food service people served the meal and Sam ate his
long awaited meal with them in the kitchen.

Full and tired he lay back on his mattress with his hands clasped behind
his head and fell asleep as soon as his eyes closed.  At the deepest part
of his sleep cycle, Marie shook him awake.  "Com'on, com'on, get up.
Hurry! I'm responsible for you, you know.  I'm the one who brought you
here.  If you don't follow the rules and cooperate, it is my ass on the
line.  Now get up and follow me.  Quickly."

Groggily, Sam followed Marie up the stairs, barely able to walk and keep
his eyes open.  Marie slid the doors open and Sam was led into the study
full of smiling girls eagerly anticipating the night's festivities.
Looking around at the pretty faces, sexy bodies, and animated stares
looking his way started to perk him right up.  The furniture had been
rearranged so there was room in the center for him to stand and the room of
girls filled in around behind him as he was led to the center.

Stella began, "We are all assembled here to test the worthiness of this
scrub to share our roof and supplies.  She who objects to this test speak
now and state your objection."  Stella looked around the room for
objectors.  "Okay then
Scrub, speak your name completely and clearly for all to hear."

"Clyde Samuel Dale, Ma'am."

"Com'on now, those are all first names.  Certainly you have another name
for your last one."  Stella challenged.

"No Ma'am, it's 'Dale.'"

"Clyde S. Dale.  Do your parents have an unusual sense of humor, Clyde?"
Stella asked with a smile.

"No Ma'am, I'm named after a dead uncle, Clyde, and a dead grandfather,
Samuel." He explained.

"How unfortunate for you to be named after a horse, Clydesdale."  Stella
said. 

"I wonder if he is hung like one."  Someone shouted.  Sam moved his hands
together slowly in front of his crotch as nonchalantly as possible.

"Well, I think 'Clyde' suits you better than 'Sam,' so Clyde, for us to
feel safe having a male in this house overnight with all of us women, we
need to feel that you will be respectful, cooperative, and obedient without
hesitation.  Will you agree to that?"  Stella asked.

"Yes Ma'am."  Clyde said nodding his head emphatically.

"Well then, why don't you take off your shirt now."  Stella said. 

"But . . ." Clyde started to say.

"Ut, ut, ahHhh.  This is a test."  Stella reminded.

Clyde looked around at first while he unbuttoned his shirt, then chose to
look down when his scan of faces revealed no sympathetic expressions.  He
turned beet red as the shirt slid back off of his shoulders and down his
arms.  His hands went to his armpits in an effort to cover his deltoids.  

"Now the pants, Clydesdale."  Stella directed.

Clyde looked around in fear and panic.  He didn't even like to shower with
others of the same sex in PE.  His mind raced.  He was getting free room
and board amongst a house full of beautiful coeds, but he was undergoing
the most embarrassing moment of his life.  With the prospect of being on
the streets and probably on his way home from dropping out of school to
face friends and family as a failure, Clyde unbuttoned his pants, pulled
down the zipper, and slipped off his Birkenstocks, to step out of the pant
legs one at a time. 

He was so nervous he was shivering, standing there in his boxers, the only
thing between modesty and total humiliation.  With his arms crossed and his
fingers tucked tightly in his armpits, he watched as two sisters
approached, started to circle him, and look him up and down.  "Nice flat
stomach," one of them said, lazily grazing her fingers up and down the
terrain of his stomach while her other hand rested on the small of his
back, "but no six pack."

The other stood behind him and hefted his butt cheeks in each of her hands,
"Nice cheeks, but not of steel."  She said, taking her groping down around
his right leg to feel the musculature of his leg.

With the first coed's fingers squirming under his tight arms to feel a
nipple, and the other one running her hands up and down his thighs in
front, shooting her fingers just inside his leg openings, Clyde's physical
excitement betrayed his embarrassed and humiliated state by tenting his
boxers out in front of him. He moved his arms apart to look down at the
protrusion.  The waistband was pulling apart from his waist just enough to
see the dark hairs of his pubic area barely protecting the intimate zone of
his private pleasure center.  The first coed pulled the waistband further
out and looked in.  "Not hung like a Clydesdale. He's about like Danny."
She announced.

"Let's see."  Directed Stella.

The second coed started to pull the boxers down painfully slow for
everyone, and especially Clyde who quivered at the sensation of the
material slowly sliding along the tip of his penis, drying the sensitive
lining of its opening.  When the boxers were huddled at his ankles, he
tried to cover the objects of his embarrassment with his inadequate hands.
The sisters craned necks and jockeyed for position to get a look at what
was being hidden from their view. 

Finally, Stella explained, "Clydesdale, we are going to share with you our
food and shelter.  This is a situation that could put us in great peril
with the school and we're putting our very existence in jeopardy by
extending you this kindness.  We need to know that you will not tell anyone
about this."

"I won't Ma'am, I promise."  He interrupted.

"That's all well and good, but we need more assurance.  I'm going to ask
you do some things before a camera, and we will keep that tape as insurance
against your potential betrayal."  Stella said.  Clyde turned red again in
worried anticipation of what she was going to ask of him.  Stella pointed
her finger and waved her hands.  Some of her sisters brought forward a
basin of hot water, a stool, a towel, and shaving gear.  "Now, I want you
to shave every hair from your body below your chin and keep it shaved until
you move out."

Clyde gulped, turned white, and scanned the room quickly like a cornered
squirrel.  As he stood frozen with embarrassment, a coed took a warm wet
washcloth and cupped his groin, smiling impishly at him, resting her other
hand on his shoulder from behind and pressing a firm breast into his side.
Clyde jumped and uttered a moaning sound reflexively at the touch.  Then
while she started to put shaving cream all over his genitals, another coed
was preparing the hairs on his chest.  They both stood back for a second to
let everyone see his lathered front. Then the second coed took the razor
and started to shave one half of Clyde's chest.  He looked on aghast at the
sight of the lather scraping away and stood mesmerized by the drag of the
razor on his skin.  "Here "you can do the rest." the coed said, handing him
the razor.

Clyde looked at Marie, then at Stella, and proceeded to finish the job that
had been started on his chest working his way down to his belly while one
coed took a video record of the proceeding and another snapping photos.
When he paused to feel the smooth skin of his chest and stomach, the
cameraperson directed, "Keep going."  Clyde looked up nonspecifically as he
reapplied the foam around his pubis and genitals.  The room closed in and
grew silent as he tugged on his cock and balls to tighten his skin while he
scraped away the dark curlies stroke after stroke.

As he wiped away the leftover foam from his newly denuded genitals, he
grimaced to indicate that his skin was sore.  "I've got something for
that."  A coed said, pumping some lotion into her hand.  "Allow me." She
said eagerly, cupping the palm full of cool lotion up to his hairless
balls.  Clyde drooped his fluttering eyelids and opened his mouth as he
reflexively bent forward from the overwhelming sensation of the coed's
squishing hand on his genitalia.

Now with a shiny erection and balls eager for release, the coed stopped
when Stella directed, "Now the legs and arms."

"Damn," Clyde thought, "people will be able to see that."  But, without
argument, he began lathering up his legs.  He tried sitting to do the
shaving, but found his stiff erection and sensitive balls made it
difficult, even when he spread his knees as much as possible, so he
resorted to standing and putting his foot up on the stool as he dragged the
razor up his calves.  Girls took turns crouching behind him to view his
hanging denuded balls from their rear view, resisting the temptation to
fondle them to find out what they felt like.  One leg then the other became
as smooth as a baby's bottom before the amused eyes of each of the girls in
the room.

Clyde moved on to his arms without further prompting, and stood with feet
shoulder width apart and a slight bend in the knees to avoid the unfamiliar
sensation of his bald greasy scrotum against his now hairless legs.  Two
coeds volunteered without being asked to put lotion on his legs while he
completed the shaving of his arms.  As they got to his upper thigh, the
renewed attention they gave his cock and balls caused him to close his eyes
with the razor frozen in mid stroke while the sensation washed over him.
Now, as he finished his arms and armpits, he was standing essentially
hairless, arms held away from his body, legs apart, cock twitching and a
worried look on his face.

"He has a little hair on his back and butt."  A coed reported to Stella.

"Go ahead, do it for him."  Stella directed.

"Okay."  She said with a gleeful smile.

She positioned Clyde as necessary as she lathered and shaved his back and
butt. When she had him bend over she saw that she would have to do the
crack of his ass as well.  She lathered it up, taking a little longer than
necessary around his anus with a shit-eating grin on her face as she
wiggled her finger around his rubbery hole.  While she shaved the sloping
curves, she gently held his balls to protect them from any errant stroke.
Clyde unconsciously groaned and shoved his rear back to have her put more
pressure on his balls that by now were aching for relief.  She finally
wiped his ass crack and balls and declared with a smile, "All done."

"Well now, Mr. Clydesdale, you've done well so far."  Stella said causing a
sheepish smile of pride to appear on Clyde's embarrassed face.  "There is
one more concern I have for my sisters in this unusual arrangement, and
that is that you will be able to control your urges around all of my
irresistible sisters." The statement caused a shift of bodies and smiles as
the sisters unconsciously straightened clothing and hair.  "We are going to
have to be in charge of where and when you have orgasms, or this situation
will not allow us to feel secure with a male presence in the house at all
times.  Does that make sense to you?"

"Yes Ma'am, I think so."  He conceded.

"Okay then, it looks like you need an orgasm now."  Clyde's face went white
again.  "Why don't you do it once for our camera."  Stella said backing up
into a chair in front of and facing the stool.  The others gathered around,
standing and sitting on the floor and in available chairs in a horseshoe
around Clyde.  

Clyde rested his smooth butt cheeks against the stool with his legs out in
a "V" and started to slowly stroke his meat.  "Can we have him spread his
legs any more than that?"  The camera operator asked.  Without having to be
told, Clyde spread his legs out as wide as he could, cupped his balls with
one hand and stroked his pole determinedly with his other.  

His face grimaced a couple of times in close succession prompting Stella to
ask, "Can you cum now?"

Clyde nodded "Yes" urgently.

"Well then, stop.  Stop now."  Clyde stopped with his mouth and eyes open
wide and put his hands on the edge of the stool to steady himself in his
dizzying condition while he attempted to catch his breath.  His cock
twitched with precum dripping and his balls were holding up tight and ready
to explode.  "Good.  Very good."  Stella said, getting up and slowly
circling him.  "I think you have the idea.  You can get back to it."
Stella allowed, finally returning to her seat.
Clyde put his hand back on his cock and steadied himself with the other.  

In the short interim, he had calmed his urge a bit and looked around for
inspiration.  "Does this help, Big Boy?"  A coed said who had unbuttoned
her blouse, leaned forward, and directed a view of her cleavage his way.
Clyde moaned and he stroked.  "Some leg, Sailor?"  Another said pulling her
skirt up to just below her panties.

"Oh no."  Clyde uttered.

"Its okay Clydesdale, go for it."  Stella encouraged.  Then, at the sight
of the first coed starting to pull her exposed bra down to reveal the brown
top of her nipples, Clyde arched his stiffened body and thrust his pelvis
off of the stool.  He shot a rope of cum across to the floor landing right
in front of Stella.

"Oooo's," giggles, and comments filled the room as he continued to relieve
the stress the evening had built up in him.  He kept stroking with his eyes
closed until his dry thrusts abated.  When he finally opened them, he did
so to mild applause.  "That was very nice, Clyde Dale.  I think you will
fit in just fine." Stella proclaimed.  Clyde glanced at Marie, who gave him
a proud smile in return.  "I now pronounce you a welcome guest in our
house, as soon as you clean up this mess."