Collegiate Cream Slave
By
Rick
This is a fantasy, a continuation of my Cream Lover Stories. I want to thank all of you who have sent me emails, they have encouraged me to write this next set. As always, send any comments to rick_blaine69@hotmail.com.
At the stroke of midnight, the party ended. The guest left as quickly as they had arrived. Mistress and Master led me down stairs to my room. But when we arrived there, they opened a hidden door. Inside was a metal box, with the led opened. Mistress ordered me inside. There was just enough room for me to sit down, with my knees to my chest. They bid me good night, closed the lid and locked it. And there I spent the night, smelling the cream, and piss of the guests. And then later, smelling my own piss, as I could not hold it.
Part 8
I don't know whether I fell asleep or passed out from sheer exhaustion, but I work up with a start when the lid to my box was opened. Mistress and Master helped me out, but I could hardly stand. After walking me around for a while, I was able to stand alone. They watched as I took a long shower, cleaning off the night-before, the cream and piss. When I was finished, they had me clean and sanitize my box. Then we went upstairs.
I prepared them breakfast, and after they had finished, I ate my breakfast in the kitchen and cleaned up. When I was done, and everything was spotless, I joined them in the library, where they were reading the paper and sipping their second cups of coffee. I knelt down between their chairs and waited for their orders.
I was told to go to the university library and study. But to be back my 5:00 pm to prepare for that nights party. Thanking them, I went to my room, dressed, and went off the library. I spent a very peaceful and illuminating late morning and afternoon. I even had time for a mid-afternoon snack. But at 5:00 pm sharp, I was in my room. They watched as I showered, shaved my body, and gave myself three enemas. I was beginning to enjoy the enemas.
At 6:00 pm I was once again hanging spread eagle, wanting for our guests. This time there were no women, there were only four elderly men. By the looks of their bodies, they appeared to be in their late sixties to early seventies. After watching me hang for about a half an hour, twitching from the electrical shocks in my male pussy, they asked that I be taken down. After Master and Mistress did so, they brought out two king size mattresses, and laid them side by side. After I lay down, the four men joined me, and began handling my body very roughly. The shortest of the four was the leader. He looked directly in my eyes and said, "You will not forget this night because of the pain and humiliation that you will suffer." And he meant it.
As the night before, Mistress and Master had the video and still cameras ready to record what would follow. And I would watch it with them many times after.
The old men's hands pinched, and groped, and were forced into my mouth and male pussy. At times, they used wooden paddles to spank me until I begged for mercy, but they would continue on for some time afterward. My balls were squeezed, tied and whipped. My cock was tortured by tightening a leather thong around its base. Various sizes of dildos were forced into my pussy, some vibrated, some gave electrical shocks. Not one part of body was missed.
Next, they placed me over the barrel, and cuffed me to it. In pairs they took turns fucking my mouth and pussy, cuming in both holes. When the old men were down, Mistress face fucked me with her pussy, and Master fucked my pussy with his cock. After resting for a while, they switched positions, with Mistress using her strap-on. Then the old men attacked me once more. By now, I was so exhausted, and so used and humiliated, I thought that they were finished with me. But I was wrong.
A metal small, metal tub was placed next to the barrel. I was released from the barrel, and thrown into the tub. It was not much bigger than my box. Mistress straddled the tub, directly over my head. Master and the old men stood around the tub. As if on cue, they all pissed I me. I was told to open my mouth, and Mistress pissed in it. When they were done pissing, they turned their backs to the tub. Then squatting, they began to shit on me. When they were finished, they put on latex gloves, and one by one, they scooped up some shit, and pushed it into my mouth. Master then pissed one more time into my mouth to wash it down.
The leader of the old men then knelt down next to the tub, and put his lips next to my ear. He whispered to me, "You are a worthless piece of shit, slut slave. From now on you will do whatever is ordered, any time, any place. And if you think the last two nights were bad, you ain't seen nothing yet, if you disobey. Do you understand, slut slave?"
I replied, "Yes, sir, I understand."
After that night, I have not, with very few exceptions, disobeyed my masters, whoever they are. For the remainder of college, every weekend belong to Mistress and Master, or to whomever they gave me to. Upon graduation, they found a job for me, through their network of Masters and Mistresses. I was "sold" first to a Master in Chicago, and stayed with him for about five years. For the last five years, I have been an employee and slave to a Mistress in San Francisco. This is my life.