Chapter 33.
I can't shake the feeling of being ashamed walking around campus with my slave collar clearly visible. I get stares. I get scornful and disgusted looks. I get females wanting to be my friend—which is absolutely the last thing I want or need. And, sometimes the most uncomfortable thing of all,
I get lustful stares from guys who I know are starting to get ideas about how they might take advantage of me or find ways to bully me. And the sad thing is that they don't know half the truth.
What they don't realize is that since Bobby has ordered me to service any guy on campus who wants it, in essence I have become a sex slave to every single male on this campus. There is no one who doesn't have the right to make use of me, no one who isn't entitled to humiliate me or discipline me. I'll give you an example.
This one Asian guy I know, very attractive and also very Alpha, has begun spitting on the ground in front of me whenever he sees me. One day when no one else was around, he took me aside and said to me, "I am very talented when it comes to inflicting pain on a slave like you. All I would need is a single rubber band and I guarantee you I'd have you crying like a baby and begging me for mercy before I'd be done with you. Just keep that in mind, faggot."
That both tantalized and terrified me. Whenever we passed by each other he'd give me this threatening look. "I'll have you soon," he said to me one day, and later that same day when we crossed paths, instead of spitting on the ground the way he'd been doing, he spit right in my face. And others saw him do it! Then just walked on by as if nothing unusual had occurred. Now when a Master spits on me I usually get turned on, but this took me completely by surprise and was in public when we weren't even "officially" in a scene. And before I could do anything to react, he was gone. But then again, what the fuck could I have done other than submit to it? I know for sure that if Bobby saw this happen then saw me fight the guy off or get angry, I'd get the strap until I was reduced to sobbing.
Anyway, Lee finally had his chance. (Lee is the Asian guy's name). After my 3 pm class was over on Wednesday, I got a text from Bobby. "Go to room 254 in Santini Hall. The guy in that room asked for a couple hours with you and I agreed. Don't let me hear any complaints, I warn you." "Yes, Master," I texted back and made my way across campus to the dorm he specified. It's one of the oldest dorms on campus. The walls are very thick and the ceilings are very high, and—I hate to say it—most of the residents in that dorm are men of color or one sort or another. The place is as gothic as hell. Wide hallways covered with faded tiles and poor lighting. I actually had to use my phone to make sure I had the right room before knocking on the door.
"Enter," I was told. The room was pretty dark because the shades were drawn. It was also pretty big for a single, but I guess that's the way things were in this dorm. As soon as I closed the door another command came: "Strip completely naked. Everything off and thrown on the floor." Then "on all fours." Then "crawl to the center of the room. . . . stop there. . . . head down to the ground, ass high!"
The Dom walked around me silently. He was barefoot, I knew because once my head was down he stuck his big toe in my face and said "Suck, faggot." His toes were small, but that's all I knew about him so far. I was fed other toes and suddenly was lashed across my raised ass with a tiny stinger. I think it was like a rawhide shoelace. "just to get you in the right frame of mind, bitch," he said. Damn, I hate being called `bitch'!
"Okay, now lick the top of my right foot and then lick the inside of my leg all the way up unto you get to my balls then put them in your mouth and play with them with your tongue. Keep your fucking eyes closed. There's nothing for you to see, faggot." I finally made my way up there and realized that this guy, whoever it was, was completely shaved and I really started getting into working his balls. "You like eating man parts, don't you, faggot.
Take the tip or my cock in your mouth and clean under my foreskin!" Fuck. Uncut. Definitely not my favorite. His foreskin was pretty big and it really was possible to get my tongue underneath it. Thank God it was clean!
"Stop! Kneel up straight, hands behind back!" I did so, wondering what would come next. "Spread your legs!" Uh-oh. Sure enough, he lands a kick on my balls with one of his bare feet. I double over and the offending foot slapped across my chest and ended up having me straighten up again. Another kick and this time he stopped me with the palm of his hand. He walked around me and stopped behind me and kicked me repeatedly from that position. Sure enough I bent over but now he could just keep kicking and I held my stomach because the pain was getting right into me. Finally, I wanted to escape the pain so I faked falling down on the ground, but that didn't stop him at all.
Shit! This dude must know martial arts or something, because he knew how to use his feet to cause pain all over me, my ass, my back, the side of my face, my thighs, . . fuck. I was feeling bruised all over even though the kicks weren't too hard, but the cumulative effect of them was really making me ache everywhere and I was breathing heavily.
I couldn't help thinking of the small black guy who slapped the daylights out of me the past weekend. I figured that whoever it was now, he was probably black as well, and for some perverse reason it really turned me on that here I was again, a white slave, being beaten by a black Master. But dammit, I was completely wrong.
He left me along for a while until my breathing calmed down. "Okay, faggot, stand up, hands in back," he ordered, and I struggled a bit to get up but he did nothing to help me at all. I stood there for a while and then suddenly he spit in my face. It landed on my nose and started dripping down. "Open your eyes!" he commanded. Even though it was dark in the room and getting darker, I know who it was right away. Lee! Not black but yellow. And obviously an expert at giving pain just like he had told me. "I get what you are, faggot. Your Master has decided you will be slave to any guy on campus who wants you." He kept spitting, systematically covering my face with spittle. Finally he stopped and smiled at me. "Now I'll get to the good part," he said.
He reached for my left nipple and quickly took possession of it, rolling and squeezing and digging his fingernails into it and I really felt like he was going to just pluck it off my chest! He switched to the other one and did the same thing, and then back and forth and finally both of them in both his fingers and the tears were falling down my cheeks and blending with his spit (which he kept adding to while he was torturing my nipples) and then finally backed off. At least I thought that was what he was doing.
I hear a swish, and that fucking shoelace lands right across my left nipple. Another swish and he gets the left one. Damn, this hurts. And so we have a round of nipple-whipping and it gets so painful that I take one of my hands from behind my back and try to catch it. As soon as I do that he knees me in the balls and when I bend over he catches my head between his legs and squeezes, practically choking me. Finally he opens his legs and pushes me down on the floor again.
He leaves me alone while I'm down there trying to compose myself. I hear him go to side of the room and sit down, I think it's on his bed.
He speaks quietly. "So I know you are a faggot slave to any man on campus who wants you. It's going to be fun when word gets around and I promise you I'll be letting my friends know. From now on, when we meet on campus you will lower your eyes and open your mouth wide so I can spit into it. That will help people realize what you are." I hear him stroking himself rapidly. "Now crawl over here and open your mouth so I can shoot my Mandarin cum into that filthy mouth of yours. Hurry, slave!"
I get there quickly enough and he shouts out something I don't understand and then shoots right into my mouth, powerful shots, then orders me to use my mouth and tongue to clean his dick. Just as I'm finishing I realize he's just shot a bit of piss into my mouth as well. "There, faggot. I gave you a little bonus for being a good slave. Now get your clothes on and get out of here. Next time you come here I'll pay attention to your balls. Now go, bitch!"
Broken in spirit but also wallowing deeply in sub space, I crawl like a whipped puppy to the door and put my clothes on without even standing up. I don't feel it would be right for me to stand in his presence again. He comes to the door. "Crawl out into the hallway," he orders as he opens the door, and I get out of there as quickly as possible. As soon as he shuts the door I stand up and then have to lean against the wall because my legs are shaking. Holy shit!
I'm real quiet while Bobby's driving me home. "Were you a good slave for Lee?"
"He said I was, Master."
"Why are you being so quiet?"
"Master, he really broke me down, even made me crawl out of his room into the hallway when I left. I'm deep deep down, Master."
"Well then I'll do what I can to keep you there. It'll be good for you. Get naked now. It's dark out. No one will see unless they really want to look closely."
I strip and when we get home he parks the car in front and makes me crawl over the rock path to the back door, the same path I first had to walk barefoot when he first too me. This is worse now, hands and legs and feet and knees being tortured by the loose stones and I'm feeling so miserable and down and more turned on than in a long time.
I crawl into the house and right away Bobby makes me take his piss then orders me to go to the kitchen and make gruel for my supper while he calls to order a sub for himself. As usual, he makes a big deal of putting my bowl on the floor, and tells me to eat "Puppy style." So I slurp it up. I've gotten pretty good about not getting to much on my face.
Bobby's supper is delivered and I lick and clean his feet while he eats. He makes me get him a beer and does dribble some of it into my open mouth which helps get rid of the piss taste in my mouth. After supper I clean up and crawl to him in the living room. I really needed to crawl, to stay as far down as I possibly could. He was watching a movie and told me I could get up on the couch with him, but it was too high for me, so I just lay on the floor at his feet. Finally he rested his feet on me until the movie is over. Then he ordered me to crawl into the bathroom and piss into the bowl on the floor the way he's trained me to. After that, without even cleaning my dick in the cage, tells me to crawl into the cage. Perfect place for a broken slave to sleep, he tells me as I hear the clock of the lock as he shuts me in.
This all feels so appropriate tonight.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress)