My Hero

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My Hero

Chapter 3

College Slavery

Tom and I took off for college after getting the results expected of us. The college was prestigious and I knew it was costing Mr. Buford a considerable sum of money for me. We had a huge dorm room between us that was great. The downside was that I would probably not be sleeping with Tom so much because we had single beds. We had an en-suite bathroom as well.

Cleaning and laundry gear was all in the basement next to the slave quarters and straight away we could see the downside of Mr. Buford's plan for me. This was a college for rich kids so they all had their own slaves. It looked weird me doing our laundry and collecting cleaning gear to do our room. The first semester we talked our way round it by stating that we didn't want strange slaves wandering round our room and the reason that I did it all was because Tom had a lot of basketball practice and I didn't have a lot of swim practice. I hadn't gone on a scholarship so I did what I liked on the swim front. Tom was on a full scholarship so he was at the beck and call of the coach.

We went home for Christmas with term reports that were not going to see us in the punishment room. Mr. Buford was full of praise for us both.

"I think we can suspend your slave contract for this holiday Martin, you will be part of the family all the time I think."

"Thank you Sir, I appreciate that."

What else could I say? I felt warm inside with that statement. Tom's mother spoilt me rotten as well which made me realise how much she loved me and how easy I would find it to integrate myself back into this family when we finished our degrees.

The second semester started well enough but Doug Benson, some jock from a wealthy family out West, who had an IQ of about 3 on a good day, started giving us a bad time over not having a slave between us.

"Tom if your old man isn't as rich as you say, I can send for another slave to help you out. And Martin, we never hear about your parents so I guess they don't have any money either."

I bit, demeaning Tom being guaranteed to get up my nose.

"Doug, shut up, stop proving what an ass you are. I don't mention my parents because they are both dead. Tom's Dad pays my tuition fees here and I look after Tom because I have a huge debt of gratitude to pay. He's been my best friend for thirteen years now so being his personal servant is not a problem for me."

"Oh, what, Tom has his slave live in his room. How convenient."

"Yes it is isn't it, I bet you are as jealous as hell you can't have yours living with you."

"Yeah, I am. I have to send for mine if I want a blowjob or a fuck, Tom just has to click his fingers."

"I guess he's just one lucky guy then isn't he?"

I stormed out then because eventually I would really condemn myself if I remained. They would realise I was being truthful. Tom did get his blowjobs and fucks on demand and I loved it. I went back to the dorm and had a shower to cool off. When I returned to the common room the guys were all still there and Doug was still being an ass, the bad thing though was that some of the others were beginning to side with him.

"Ah, here's your little slave Tom, all squeaky clean ready for you to fuck him. I hope you had an enema as well slave, don't want to get your master's dick dirty."

I was absolutely seething at his insulting behaviour. So I turned to Tom and assumed slave rest.

"I'm sorry Master, I forgot the enema, I'll go and do it now."

Before anyone could say anything I was gone, and I did give myself an enema before returning. When I returned I stood in front of Doug at slave rest and looking him straight in the eyes said,

"I'm all clean now would you like to inspect me?"

Everyone looked shocked and I finished.

"That is if my Master gives permission, I don't do anything for anyone unless Tom gives the ok."

Doug sneered. "Yeah very clever Martin, I still don't believe you two poor boys, clever rouse though."

"Ok doubting Thomas, tell me what would convince you I'm a slave but not indentured?"

Doug's thinking process hadn't kept up with me so he looked stunned for a minute before a huge grin appeared on his face.

"I bring my slave up here and everything I order for him Tom orders for you."

Tom looked gutted and I realised I had committed us to me being treated any way Doug wanted, my mouth had given me away but I had done it for Tom.

"Ok Doug, I would deny you this pleasure because I know you will set out to humiliate Marty as much as you can but he won't let this rest so let's get it over with, if you are sure Marty."

"I am Tom, I respect you too much to let this asshole keep casting aspersions on you and your family."

"Ok Doug, do your worst, but be warned, you organise anything that leaves Marty permanently marked or incapacitated and I'll beat you to a pulp."

Doug sent for his slave who turned out to be a really cute kid. Only just legal for slavery I had guessed when I had seen him in the laundry. Always naked and always with a bruised bottom. Now that I knew Doug was his master I also knew he was a sadist as well.

"Ok Tom, better get your slave naked as well and carry out a proper body inspection to make sure he is clean enough to take lots of cock."

I took my T-shirt off and undid my trainers before removing them and my track bottoms. I started to blush as I pulled my briefs down and then stood by the side of Doug's slave at display.

"Ok Tom, you inspect mine, I'll inspect yours. Bend over Martin, spread your legs more and grip your ankles. Two of you guys come here and help me spread his ass."

I did and all the other guys moved round behind us to watch. The two boys pulled my cheeks as wide as they could and Doug buried both thumbs in my boy pussy pulling it as wide as he could, I knew this humiliation was only the start.

"What a very pretty pussy you have Martin, I'm going to enjoy ramming my cock deep inside that and after we are all finished with you punishing you for being rude to your betters."

"Ok Tom, both slaves on the table, one at each end, they can hold each others legs high and wide."

The table could have been designed for this. With our legs swung over our shoulders we could grip each other, hold them wide spread and our butts were both hanging nicely over the edge in a good position to be fucked.

"Ok guys, we are going to fuck these two slaves for a few minutes each before moving round. When you have cum you can vote on who was the best fuck."

For the next two hours we both took so much cock it was unbelievable, Tom wouldn't fuck me and none of the swim team would either. Each time it was one of their turns in me they just stroked my bottom and made sure I was well lubricated. I was so sore by the time everyone had finished but worse was to come. Doug produced a dildo that was bigger than my fist and forearm.

"My slave keeps this in him for hours at a time. Let's see if Martin can keep it in for half an hour while we have a drink."

I was placed doggy fashion on the table and Doug started feeding me the monster. I screamed as the head went over my sphincter and Tom stopped him going any further until I calmed down. He finally stopped when I had twelve inches in me. I was in so much pain I almost passed out. They left me then and all sat around eating and drinking. Tom came and stroked my face.

"Are you ok baby?"

I cried as I replied,

"Yes, I won't beg for mercy Tom and you mustn't on my behalf whatever happens."

When they returned to me Doug fucked me with the dildo for about five minutes and I orgasmed because he kept hitting my prostate. It was so embarrassing but also incredibly erotic having a couple of dozen jocks watch me orgasm.

"Now for your punishment slave."

He produced a punishment paddle then. I had seen them before but not quite like this one. It looked like a cricket bat only slimmer, about 2 ½ feet long with a handle big enough for both hands.

"You give my slave twenty Tom because that's how many yours is going to get."

Tom did but so gently the boy didn't even wince.

"Pussy boy Tom, I'll show you how a slave should be punished."

I was positioned about three feet away from the table and told to lean forward and rest my shoulders on it holding onto the edges with my hands and spreading my legs wide. Two of Doug's buds held my shoulders down.

"Count them off slave, if you move or lose count I will start again."

He didn't pull any punches, I screamed as the pain of the first one penetrated my body, I was screaming and begging after three despite my resolve not to, somehow I stayed conscious and counting but at the end I collapsed sobbing with the pain level.

"Huh, pussy slave, needs some more of that to get used to it. Let me show you how a slave takes it."

He then powered into his own slave who never made a sound. But who collapsed after only a few, he was already well bruised so his pain was unbearable early.

Tom carried me back to our dorm without saying a word to anybody. The tender loving care I received was almost worth the punishment. I was still a mess on Monday but made it to lectures.

I saw Doug and he looked worse than I did. He had two black eyes a heavily bruised jaw and he was walking badly as well. At break I asked Tony who told me the others had all beaten Doug up, (a), for what he had done to me and (b), for being cruel to his slave who could not retaliate.

At football practice that day they all told the coach they would not play on the same team as Doug and the next day he left the college. At swim practice, which I went to out of obstinacy even though I could barely move, all of the guys patted my bottom gently at some time during practice and I got comments that surprised me.

"I didn't touch you yesterday Marty, but if you ever wanted to do that with me voluntarily I would love to pleasure you."

Another one was.

"You have a really cute butt and a gorgeous cock, if you want both serviced with lust not sadism just give me a call."

I don't think any of the guys were gay but there were definitely some very bi ones amongst them. If Tom ever let me I was going to enjoy some hot sex with my teammates sometime in the future.

Back at the dormitory I got the biggest shock of the lot. The cute little lad who was Doug's slave was stood at slave rest in front of Tom.

"What on earth Tom?"

"I thought this kid was way to cute to be left with Doug to be brutalised so I `phoned Dad he gave me permission to buy him. I only had to knock Doug down three times before he signed the slave transfer papers. His name is Laramie, cute huh. Now I really do have a slave Marty so what am I going to do with you?"

I looked cock eyed at Tom because I had no idea what he meant.

"I can't have two slaves so Dad has given me permission to put you up for auction."

I was totally dumbfounded, he looked and sounded completely serious. A habit that he had that I should have known about. When I could speak again I just bowed my head in front of him and said.

"Whatever pleases you Master. Thank you for your love and kindness these last thirteen years, they will sustain me in slavery for the remainder of my life."

"Are you serious Marty, no begging or pleading with me to change my mind. No reminding me that you saved my life?"

I looked up at him with the tears just forming in my eyes.

"No Tom, if you and your father have made up your mind to sell me into slavery I won't plead."

Laramie was looking from one to the other of us in complete bemusement.

Tom grabbed me in a hug so tight I could hardly breath.

"You Klutz, you must be mad if you believe that garbage I have just spouted. I love you, you idiot, don't you know that after all these years?"

Then I cried.

"I love you too Tom, more than my life but I will never take your love or that of your family for granted."

"Wow Marty, I will never deserve you as my brother, lover and best friend."

Both of us were laughing and crying, and Tom grabbed Laramie into our hug circle.

"We aren't completely mad youngster but you'll soon get used to us. Sit down on my bed and tell Marty and I how you came to be a slave."

"Thank you Master but I can't sit on your bed."

"Of course you can, I'm going to cuddle up to Marty on his bed and just let him know how much I love him."

Doug had been fucking and beating this kid for two years and he was only sixteen so Doug had broken the law. If we could prove Laramie was only sixteen now we could have Doug committed for slavery. The remainder of the story was almost a mirror image of my own. Parents dead, no relatives to keep him, vagrancy and slavery.

"Not fare Marty but legal. Laramie, you will look after Marty and I while we are here and then I will have you transferred to Marty to be his personal slave until he decides to do something else with you."

I was amazed and pleased.

"Tom you are too generous, but I won't say no because I hope we are always going to be together."

"I hope you aren't too horny youngster because I don't think we will be using you very much for sex."

Laramie looked surprised. Not unreasonable, he was so fuckable I thought we might have lots of threesomes but Tom was the master. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I suppose I should have expected it. The story of my position with Tom soon spread to the faculty and my tutor heard. At my next session with him he just sat and looked at me for ages without talking, when he did I was rendered almost speechless.

"Mr. Aston, I understand you are a slave in all but registration."

That shook me, "Yes Sir."

"So if you don't measure up at anytime I would not be in trouble punishing you."

I thought about that and realised he was probably correct. I wasn't going to ask Tom though, that would have been too embarrassing.

"I guess not Sir."

"I'm pleased to hear that because this last block of course work is below your usual standard. Would you like to tell me why?"

"I guess the domestic situation got a bit tense Sir and distracted me. It's ok again now so it shouldn't happen again."

"I hope not but to emphasise my displeasure that it happened at all I'm going to punish you like I would a slave."

I gulped, I had definitely not expected this. Mr. Buford caned me if I turned in a bad paper or any other lapse but I hadn't expected my tutor to. He produced a cane, which he laid on his desk.

"Move the chair to the side Aston and stand in front of my desk."

He came round the desk and sat on it so that I was only about four feet away from him.

"Now take your shoes and socks off, just drop them by the chair."

"What for Sir?" wrong thing to say, I should have dropped into slave mode it would have saved me trouble.

"Don't ask questions boy, you are a slave, behave like one."

I did and returned to my position in front of him.

"Your shirt next and put it on the chair."

Stupid really, if the chair was closer I could just discard the clothes but he wouldn't let me do that and I soon realised why, the bastard was watching my butt everytime I walked to the chair. Next came my T and then my chinos. Reduced to just my little white briefs he walked round me once and with a smile on his face sat back on his desk.

Before I go on, let me tell you about my tutor. He was only an assistant professor and a new one at that. I don't suppose he was more than about four or five years older than I was. Good body, nice looks. I had been getting on very well with him. Lots of joking and laughing, we had even been for a drink together and I was always Martin so I had no idea why he was being such a shit. Remember, I'm a clever clogs so I was a straight A at all my academics and a popular member of the swim team.

"Now drop your briefs and put them with the rest."

I did, feeling very embarrassed stood naked in front of this young professor. I covered my genitals but that wasn't going to last.

"Slave display Aston."

Legs wide spread, hands clasped behind my head. He stood and walked round behind me.

"Do not move slave whatever I do." So I knew something nasty was coming.

He started to stroke me. My neck and shoulders, gradually moving lower until he reached my butt. Very gentle, very erotic, particularly when he ran a finger down my crack and stroked my anal entry. He continued down stroking the inside of my thighs. It was bloody sensuous, he had lovely hands so of course I started to bone up. He moved round to the side more and transferred one hand to my chest, starting to work on my nipples. Now I was seriously hard and panting a little. He continued down running his hand across my pubes just grazing the base of my cock. Round my shaft and he stroked my balls. Shit I nearly went into orbit. Where the fuck did a college professor learn how to do what he did. It was so sensuous that after a minute of his caresses I was almost peeing pre-cum. Then he took my shaft in his hand at the same time as a very slick finger slid over my sphincter.

"Oh shit Adie." And I shot so hard I hit his desk with the first jet.

I was panting like hell after I had finished spewing cum everywhere.

"Mmm, hot little bugger aren't you Martin?"

"I am when you do that to me."

I was in heaven, this guy was a magician.

"Well that was the pleasure you can expect when you turn in work to your usual standard, now for the less pleasurable. Move forward so that you can lay your chest on my desk. Now grip the forward edge with your hands and spread your legs wide."

I did that and was very unhappy when I saw him lift the cane.

He ran it over my butt before delivering a ferocious blow with it. I screamed.

"I believe in the Southern correctional facilities where this is still used Martin the standard is between three and ten. How many do you think you deserve for the rubbish you turned in this week?"

"Oh God Sir, no more, that one hurt so much."

"I'm sorry, but I think you warrant the ten for this rubbish.

"Please Sir, no, I'll do anything else you want, but please don't beat me anymore, that was horrendous."

"I will give you a choice then. You will get two more. The other seven I will keep in abeyance depending on your answer."

He gave me the other two and I thought I was going to die.

"I can either fuck up the outside or fuck the inside, your choice."

Christ, that was no choice, I would love him to fuck me.

"The inside please Sir."

"Very well Martin, undress me and pleasure me."

Fuck, he was gorgeous. Fabulous body, hairless like mine, well defined musculature and a monster cock. I think it was bigger than Tom, not by much though. I worked on it lovingly for ages bringing him close to cumming but backing off before he could do it. Eventually I was back over the desk and he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the pleasure and sensuality of it. Christ he was good. He fucked me deliciously for ages before filling my hole with what felt like a gallon of cum. I blasted mine into his desk, I was surprised it didn't go straight through it was so incredibly intense.

"Oh fuck Adie, would you like to do that again, say a hundred times before supper."

He laughed, "You slut, you loved it."

"You bet I did, I can do without the cane but the sex was incredible."

He pulled out of me as his cock shrank and turned me round.

"You were amazing Martin. I've wanted to do that since the day we met. You are the best fuck I have ever had."

Then he kissed me. Oh fuck. I loved Tom more than life, but this guy turned my legs to gello with one kiss.

"No Adie, you mustn't do that again."

He looked at me cock-eyed. "Why ever not, I'm told I'm a great kisser."

"No Adie, you are an incredible kisser. If you do that to me very often I might forget that I'm hopelessly in love with Tom Buford and have been for the last fourteen years."

I laughed, he had no idea and Tom was just about the biggest jock stud in the college.

"You are joking?" Incredulity was written all over his face.

"No Adie. I loved Tom the first day I went to school and I have loved him more every day since. He is an awesome lover and I owe him and his family for my current freedom. I'm a slave to Tom for another five years and then I'm free and Tom's dad will adopt me officially as his son. The story is complicated but the other story would have been me in lifelong slavery."

"Phew, that story I want to hear some time. Can I still make love to you occasionally Martin?"

"Oh yes, every time I'm here as long as you don't kiss me and don't tell Tom."

We both laughed and I took the cane from the desk and asked if he had ever felt it. He blushed.

"Yes my dad used it when I slacked."

"Jeez, Tom's dad does the same to us. Not funny, I've only got it once but did it ever hurt. Ten of them but not as hard as your three."

"Don't you have any parents Martin?"

"No, both dead. My dad when I was six, my mum a couple of years ago."

"That's tough guy. Let's go for a drink."

And that was another tutorial.

I think Tom would have been very upset if he knew how often Adie made love to me. I looked forward to it because it was always a little different. I was screwed over the desk most times but the variation on positions was fun and he was amazing. I used to float out of these sessions. I guess I was a little oversexed because I never flagged with Tom even after a session with Adie and the first time with Laramie was magical.