Chapter Twelve
On the way back to campus, Gabriel starts telling about a place called "Evanston's." It's a gay male sex shop that often has special events for the BDSM community and that features the best and most up-to-date products to be found anywhere. "That's where I got most of the stuff at home. It's also where I got this hat," he tells me. "Your best feature, Sir," I tell him. "So anyway, I think the next time they have a special BDSM sale I think I'll bring you there. It's about 90 minutes away, but it's well worth the drive. They have a rule they strictly enforce for those events. Subs and slaves must be naked."
"In broad daylight?" is my immediate reaction.
"You think you'd be too shy?" he asks. "Gonna have to take you to my buddy's farm some time soon and get you used to being naked outdoors in broad daylight. Maybe I'll even tie you to a stockade fence and have some target practice aimed at your pretty ass. You ever been on a horse before?"
"Naked? No. Can't say that I have. I've ridden a couple times. Don't like it. I always get sore for days afterwards."
He chuckles. "Shit, faggot! Just you imagine going a nice horseback ride the day after I thrashed your ass!"
"OMG! That might have to be a hard limit."
"then I'll just have to wait for you to be all broken in. Then I can take away all your limits."
I look at him with horror on my face.. "I'm only kidding, sport. Don't worry. That will never happen."
I breathe a big sigh of relief. And with that, we pull onto campus. "When will you get to shower again?"
"I can in the morning. MWF only. Justin doesn't usually start working until 11 or 12, so mornings are open mostly. Very convenient. " "And they know to let you in his rooms?"
"yes. I have a permanent pass to access the `equipment' that's in there."
"And when will you see him?"
"After my 2pm class today. then again on Wed. and Fri. unless you have plans for me."
"I'll let you know. You're done with class by 3?"
"3:30, although some times he lets us out earlier on Fridays. It's a lousy time slot for classes usually."
"Sure. Next semester I'll plan your schedule better. Just another example of how you're so incapable of taking care of yourself. You were awfully foolish scheduling a class at that time."
I decide not to get defensive about that. Besides, he has more to say about that.
"I have a perfect right to put you in your place as often as I can when we're not actually playing out a scene. After all, you're my slave, not my boyfriend. If I find you start forgetting that when you're with me because I'm being casual with you, I'll have to toughen up the protocols. I'm allowing you to act "normally," boy, but never forget that there's absolutely nothing normal about what's going on between you and me. I'm just hoping it doesn't come to that because I enjoy being more casual a lot of the time. It's tiresome to have to act like a Master all the time. Just you never forget that I am your Master and I have total power over you."
"I won't forget, Master. I promise." What else could I say as he's pulling up to my dorm to let me out of the car? I just hope Scott isn't in the room when I get there because he might pick up on the fact that I never have any kind of travel bag or back pack when I go to see my "girlfriend." or wherever he thinks I go. At least right now, I can use those non-existing "family problems" as a way of covering my actions. Shit! I really hope Gabriel will pull me out of the dorm sometime soon. But I obviously have no say as to when that's going to happen.
Lucky break! Scott isn't home. I get right on my laptop. I'm not allowed to bring it with me when I'm at Gabriel's, but I intend to raise this issue soon. I wonder if my Master would agree to allow me study time when I'm with him on the weekends. He's already informed me that my weekends are his, so that would really put a cramp in my academics, especially when I've got projects or papers due. I'm sure he won't be unreasonable about that, my feisty sweet cowboy.
I check my email. There's one from Gabriel with a copy of all the new rules he just laid on me. I also get one from Danny. He wants to come up some weekend. He says he'll get a hotel room because he figures I won't be able to suck him off in my dorm room and that's why he's coming to see me. "No one sucks cock as well as you do," he writes, and that makes me smile. Danny, Danny, Danny. He's so nicely feisty. Just wait until he finds out I'm being trained as a slave. I'm sure he'll have plenty to say about that.
Actually, in his own way, Danny was already training me as a slave even though he didn't use those words. I mean, just that night when he made me blow his buddies was exactly the way I had to suck my Master's friends cocks after they all pissed on me, all except for the fact that his pals didn't piss on me. Or in my mouth. ~~shudder~~ That's something I'll have to ask Gabriel about. I'll bet anything that he'll come up with an "entertaining" way for Danny to come up and spend some "time" with me. I'll be anything that Danny won't end up needing a hotel room. The only problem is that Danny still insists he's straight. Haha.
I start working on a paper that I've almost got finished. I get lost in it because it's really about something that interests me. About an hour later I've actually managed to get the whole thing finished. Great.
I get a text from Gabriel: ---You never finished telling me about Danny. Write about it and mail me what you come up with.--- I answer, "Yes, Master. I just finished up my work so I'll start writing about it now. Should I send it to you when I'm done?" ---no. Save it.—
So, where was I? O yes, we were thirteen and Danny was starting to look hot in his juvenile way, but there was a faint amount of hair on his upper lip. His hair is brown. So anyway, like I said before, I had started thinking about him whenever I was jerking off. He was definitely the guy I most wished I could get to be closer to. Little did I know how close we'd end up. At the time, though, all I thought about was just us getting naked. Especially since I caught a glimpse of his dick at the urinals one day at school. Oh man, it is so nice. Bigger than mine, or at least more substantial, and what a nice head on it. And fuck, I could actually see the piss coming out of his dick that day and that got added to my fantasy list, just seeing it, not wanting anything else about it. Not yet.
By ninth grade I was seeing his cock all the time because the high school had showers. They had a rule that everyone had to shower after gym class, and I was glad for that rule, because I was really enjoying seeing all my classmates and what kind of dicks they had and how their pubic hair was growing in. As for me, I was still pretty bare—ironic because I would be shaved bare when I became a slave. I tried not to look at Danny too much because it was beginning to drive me crazy how much I wanted just to be able to hold his cock in my hand and maybe make him feel good.. . . . to be continued . . .
. . .
There's a knock on my door. It's Patrick. Offering me "a shower," which is now his euphemism for a "blow job." of course, I could probably use a shower after I'm done sucking him off. He's started smacking me around a little. Gabriel told him he could as long as he doesn't get too carried away or leave any marks. Hey thanks, Gabriel. Thanks for caring?
Patrick managed to sneak a little fridge into his room. He offers me a beer, but I decline. Not sure it's allowed for me--that issue hadn't come up yet. He had a cold bottle of water too, so that's what I have. Too bad he couldn't give me a vanilla milkshake, haha. But, of course, he's got something creamy he'll be making me swallow down soon enough, after I open my mouth and show him I've got his cum in my mouth. I could only swallow it when he gives me permission. Like I said before, Patrick is a heck of a lot tougher than Drew or Greg. They usually just want quick bj's without making any fuss about it. Besides, I haven't seen them since things started happening with Gabriel.
So there I am, naked, kneeling, and sucking Patrick's dick exactly the way he likes me to. Suddenly there's a knock on his door. He opens it a little way, not showing either of us because he's also stripped now. "Hey, dude. Good timing. I've got the faggot here right now. Come on in."
FUCK. Well, maybe not so bad. This guy is a vision to behold. And there's no doubt that I'll be getting to know him—or at least, to know his cock. And hey, guess what? I've sucked that cock before. I can tell by the birthmark. So this guy is no stranger to getting sucked off. Now that I can see everything that's attached to that dick, I have to say it makes the experience even more enjoyable. Hell, I'm such a fucking slut!
Patrick and Keith tag-team me the same way as the others. I start on one and then move to the other guy when he pokes me. I take care of them both, one after the other and then back and forth. Keith says he can tell I'm the guy who was sucking him off in the library men's room because I'm the best cocksucker around. So I guess that means I'm not the only guy giving out anonymous blow jobs in bathrooms. Anyway, a good time was had by all, and with Keith there, Patrick held off from slapping me around. All the better. And holy shit, Keith came gallons! It really was a fucking milkshake!
After we were done, Patrick told me that Keith would also be looking out for me in the showers. Patrick offered to take me there now but I think that would be against the rules. I'll have to check on that. Fuck! I'm gonna risk it and go for it. I really got sweaty sucking off the two guys. And by the way, Keith never saw a chastity cage before and he freaked out over it. "So that means that the both of us use you to get off, but you can't even get yourself off afterwards?" I nod. "Holy shit. But why?" I promise to tell him some other time.
Patrick wants us to get going to the showers. So while I'm in the nice warm shower I can't help but worry I might just have broken a rule and I'm gonna get punished. Oh, well. I decided to take my chances. I really needed a shower or I'd stink all day tomorrow when I had to meet with the Professor.
All of a sudden, it hits me: I'm actually starting to think like a slave. All my mind is on the things I've been ordered to do, on the rules I have to obey, and on my fear of being punished.
It all worked out fine. No one else was in the showers when we got there. I had brought my shorts with me so I was able to go right back to my room after my shower. Scott was there now, watching something on his computer. "Everything going okay?" he asks me. "You were gone all weekend."
"Yes," and I thought of an quick excuse. "Yes, things are looking up. The only thing is that I promised I'd go home every weekend for a while. I'm missing out on all the campus fun." Of course, I'm being sarcastic as hell. Besides, I really hope Gabriel lets me move in soon.
Then Scott gives me his good news. He's got a girlfriend now! He rambles on and on about her so it's clear he's already smitten. Good. I'm glad for him. then, I have an evil thought: "Well, Scott, you've got the place to yourself every weekend from now on . . ." He doesn't understand my point. Wow. I'm sure it will come to him eventually. Or maybe he wouldn't want to have to face all that temptation. Or maybe he'll start jerking off now because his girlfriend is turning him on without doing anything about it. But do you know what? There actually ARE people around who are that pure and innocent and would never think of doing the kinds of things that sluts like me automatically assume will happen.
So anyway, I skip on the shower Monday morning because I know I'll have one after working out with Justin. And I guess I have to come clean to Justin about using Patrick—or rather, Patrick using me—then rewarding me with a shower. Goddammit. Even my shower habits are under scrutiny now. No privacy. Sometimes I feel like the entire world is looking in my slavish existence to see how I manage and whether or not even Gabriel will not get tired of me. Damn, I sure hope not! But I know better than to fake anything. Hmmm... maybe I'll text the Professor about this. Tell him what happened, honestly. even about blowing Patrick and Keith and that's why I needed a shower.
I'm glad I did so. My answer is –"From now on, shower whenever you can. However, you still need to be punished for breaking the rule. I'll notify your Master."—
Ulp. Sure enough. Tomorrow night. 9 pm. Humanities bldg. Same place as before. I wonder who it will be this time? That freshman was cute and he made the cutest noises when I blew him. But, fuck, I'm gonna be punished. Again. And who am I fooling, just acting like it's a complaint? Bring it on! I only wish I could beat off after it happened.
I wonder if I'll have to blow the guy who's gonna thrash me. Of course, at that moment I simply wasn't aware that there are other ways to punish a slave than whipping its ass. I didn't consider CBT or nipple work. Especially not nipple work because that seems to happen all the time anyway. My nipples are always sore and a quick tug on them can get me making noises that free boys never have to make.
I'd never heard of "figging" before and I'm really sorry I know what it is now. But I'm jumping too far ahead. Needless to say, I'm somewhat subdued when I get to the Professor's office for my weekly session with him. "I'm glad you took advantage of my invitation to text me if anything came up. As you can see, it paid off because I have more power over you here than your Master can exercise, and I can get things fixed quite easily. And I'm also glad you're smart enough not to try to hide anything from us. The punishment for lying is not very pleasant. So stay truthful. Hide nothing. In a way, you are always naked, sport, even when you have clothes on."
"yes, Sir. I remember you telling me that," I say. I'm sitting this time. My ass isn't sore now, but will probably be again later, so I'm taking advantage of my ability to sit comfortably right now.
"Your Master informs me that you're doing some writing for him in addition to your school work," he says. "that's a clever way of finding out more about you without having to waste scene-time for conversations about non-sexual matters. I'll look forward to reading what you write. I'm also quite interested in your entire sexual history. And this saga about your classmate Daniel promises to be a very interesting story."
"a twinge of humiliation just hit me, Sir."
"Humiliated because . . . "
". . . . because nothing about me is private. I have to spill everything about my life for my Master but then everyone else gets to find out about it all."
"Naked, sport. Naked."
"Yes, Sir. It is constant."
`Correct me if I'm wrong, sport, but as far as my records show, this is something you wanted . . . . being trained as a slave . . . and look at what's happened: you're being trained by a very gifted and attractive Master. You lucked out, sport. I must say. Impressive."
I hang my head. Why is this something shameful now?
"Yes, Sir. I've aspired to it, if that could possibly be a good word for it."
"Better to say you craved it, sport. You are a craven faggot and so this is the only viable option for you, to become a worthy man's slave. Please take in the words I just said, sport: this is your only viable option. Don't delude yourself into thinking you'd be okay if you dared walk away from all this. You won't be. You'd be destroying yourself. Never doubt that."
I can't say I completely believe that, but then again, he's the Professor. I'm just a novice slave boy showing my classmate his own cum in my mouth after I've sucked it out of him. Not only that, but the last time I got thrashed, it was by someone who could be my younger brother and after he was done beating my ass, he made me service him.
I guess I'd better take all these things into consideration before I entertain any fantasies about escaping from all this. Shit. I'm just as bad off as one of those Roman prisoners who was turned onto a galley slave. bound in place. No way to resist or escape. Laboring under a whip. Hey, at least I'm not getting whipped with real whips. Not yet, anyway.
I wonder how badly I'll be getting punished tonight. Damn, my mind is wandering and the Professor just called me out on it. "I've decided to try something with you I've never tried before. Right now, I want you to grovel on the floor in front of my desk. There's no need for you to strip naked."
Weird, but who am I to object? I get down there into place. It really feels weird doing this with clothes on, but at any rate, I really like it when I'm made to do this. For some reason I find it very calming. But with my clothes on, I don't get the point.
"So now I get the pleasure of seeing a male slave grovel before me. The fact that you're clothed doesn't matter because I have no interest in seeing the naked body of a college-aged slaveboy. I prefer my slaves to have cunts, not penises. And at the same time, sport, use the mental technique you used last time. I want you to imagine that you actually are naked as you're groveling before me."
And that took care of that for the rest of our meeting.
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