Here is part 1, please give feedback and suggestions if you like it. I was beginning my junior year at college when it happened. I had a 2 bedroom dorm all to myself for the first 2 weeks of the semester. I loved the privacy and had my girlfriend, Cindy, over whenever I wanted. I was kicking back one late afternoon, when I got a call from Pam Clarkson at the office of university housing. She told me that another student needed a room change and that I would have share with him. She finished the call by telling me they would be over in 5 minutes. I heard the elevator bell, then a knock at my door. I answered and Ms Clarkson came in with my new room mate. Ms Clarkson was very sexy, and a bit flirty with the new guy. She stood about 5-8, had dark shoulder-length hair, big and deep brown eyes, and at least a full c-cup tits. She was dressed to the nines in a dark skirt that was cut just above the knee and a somewhat low-cut white blouse. I caught myself staring, just as she started to speak; This is your new guest, Cal. Im sure youll do everything you can to make him feel welcome, she said smiling. Cal is a freshman; so I know hell be no trouble for you, Ms Clarkson said. After a couple minutes of introductions and hand-shaking, she left. I sized him up at that point; he was about 5-8 and 150 pounds, to my 5-11 and 175. He was kind of handsome and polite; Ms Clarkson sure thought so, anyway. I may have been a little arrogant at first; being an upperclassman and, I guess due to our size and perceived strength. Cal just smiled and brought his stuff into his new room. A few minutes later he took a long hot shower and then went back into his room, but he left the door half open. I walked by, on my way to the bathroom and looked in; I thought he was dressed by then. I was wrong; he called out as he wrapped a towel around himself then came out in the hall. I thought you were dressed, I said then apologized. I really didnt see anything, I insisted. He said that he was sure that I didnt mean to peek, but since I had seen him, he challenged me to a contest to see who was bigger. He said, Unless I was afraid because of what I saw. I really didnt see his cock, but I couldnt back down. I had no reason to back down anyway; my cock is about 5 inches, which is average size. My girlfriends had always complimented me on my size and thickness; I was sure that they meant it too. I agreed to the contest. I also found the idea somewhat hot, so I was sporting a semi-hardon of about three and a half inches. I smiled confidently as I lowered my sweatpants a bit and exposed my cock to him. Seeing mine, he smiled and lowered the towel. I lost my smile, then my confidence at that point. I couldnt believe his size, hanging nearly six inches flaccid. His soft thickness was amazing too; about one and a half times the thickness of mine when hard. I was speechless and didnt realize I was staring in awe at that point. I felt my cock stir and quickly get hard; I had no control over it and couldnt stop it. I was standing there with my cock fully erect, but dwarfed by his big soft cock. The feeling was intense; I felt inferior and he knew it! He loved it; he said I never would have guessed that you were so much smaller than me. He laughed a little as he said that he didnt even have to get hard to beat me. I stood quietly through his comments; I knew I couldnt refute them. How does it feel to be so badly beaten by a bigger soft cock? he asked. Embarrassing, I answered humbly. Good, he said; then asked how I would feel if others found out? Maybe your girlfriend or other girls here at school would like to know. You. . . you wouldnt do that, would you? I asked; then I said Please dont. He smiled and said thats better; nice and polite. Why dont you kneel and ask me again? I did just that; I got on my knees and looked up at him, pleading once more for him not to tell. I knew I would be ruined; Id have trouble hanging on to Suzie and would have a hard time getting dates too. He looked down at me and turned slightly, his cock swung in front of me. It looked massive; still mostly soft as it hung inches away from me. Cal smiled and said he enjoys the feeling of power he has; he also said he can tell how I feel and that it makes it all the better. Ill let you slide . . . for now he said, but only on these conditions: you will be submissive, when in my presence; your cock must be in view, whenever mine is; and you will only have sexual release, when I permit it. How did this happen?, I thought I felt helpless and owned I never thought this could happen. I agreed.