TRAINING THE PROF
This story is based on an English University and reveals the slow but sure enslavement of an English academic by one of his students.
Part 1
Julian Harte chucked off his jacket and poured himself a glass of sherry before turning on his pc to see if he had any email. Suddenly his heart began to thump for on one email he read his own name as the heading. Dr Harte? it read, nothing else just Dr Harte?. But no one should know that! This was his private email address, the email he used to contact his gay contacts and none of them knew his real name. So who had discovered his identity?
He clicked on the email which opened slowly and read:
Nice pic Doc. Didn?t know you were/are such a cock-sucking perv!? The message was signed One of your students?
Slowly the offending picture downloaded onto his screen. It showed him sucking cock, and to make matters worse it showed his face en claire.
No one should have had that pic. He remembered when it was taken but had assumed it was between him and his friend. So how it got out? And more importantly how had this anonymous student got his/her hands on it? What to do? At first, he thought to reply to the email but then decided against that. Perhaps if he ignored the threat would go away. No chance!
When he got back from the pub later that evening there was a further email from his anonymous student.
I am very disappointed in you, cock-sucker. The very least I expected was the courtesy of a reply. You need to learn your place you arrogant shit. As a punishment you will not wear any underwear to uni tomorrow. I want your slut cock swinging free. And make sure I can see it. So make sure you walk around in the seminar so I can check you have obeyed me, you perv. If not your pic will be circulated to everyone in the seminar.? Again the message was signed One of your students?
He thought long and hard before replying `Sorry, I didn't know you wanted a reply. I shall carry out your instruction tomorrow. Please don't circulate the pic.?
It was a worried and bare-arsed lecturer who returned to college the following day, his cock swinging free under his grey flannels. Automatically he opened up his office email and there was an email from the same person. With pounding heart he opened it up.
`See you in seminar, cock-sucker! Don?t forget to walk around during the seminar so I can see you have obeyed me.?
Yes, but which seminar? He had four that day, his special subject group in the morning and three first-year seminars in the afternoon, a total of over 50 students. So which was the message sender? Try as he might he could not tell. In each seminar he walked around, acutely aware of his swinging cock, so the anonymous emailer could see, but whoever it was made no attempt to identify themselves.
Emotionally drained he returned to his office at 5 prior to going home. Under the door was an envelope. With trembling fingers he picked it up and opened it. The printed message read: `Good to see you know your place cock-sucker and did as you were told. Just as well as you know what will happen if you disobey. You will find your next instructions on your home computer.?
He hurried home. And yes there were his next instructions.
`Gather up ALL your underpants and place them in a plastic bag. You will take the bag to work tomorrow where my slave will call on you in your office to collect them. (Yes, I already have one slave at uni; you will be my second!)
Don?t bother trying to quiz him about me. He is too well trained to give my identity away.
By the way, I was not the only person to notice you had gone commando today! Some women can be very observant, as you will find out. You must get used to these little exposures.
Confirm by return that you have received and understood your instructions, cock-sucker.? He did.
The following morning Julian shoved the bag of underpants under his desk out of sight. There was something inevitable about it. Already he was feeling more and more under the power of the mystery student. And what was worse every time he thought of his predicament he got an erection.
Twice that morning he was visited by students. Each time he wondered if they were the sub-messenger but they weren?t. It was nearly three that afternoon when the messenger arrived. Julian knew the moment he arrived that he was the messenger. Robin Angel! How many times had Julian looked at his slim figure and wondered if he was gay. But being a well behaved lecturer he had made not a move. Now he was there in his room, his face pink with embarrassment.
`I am sorry to bother you but I have been sent to collect a package from you.?
`Do you know what it is??
`Yes. Your pants.?
Now Julian was blushing. He reached under the desk and brought out the tell-tale package. He handed it over, heart thumping. The lad took it but made no attempt to leave.
Forgive me but I have been ordered to deal with them here in front of you.? And he took out a pair of kitchen scissors from his jacket pocket. I have to cut them up. Here in your office. Now. Do you have something I can put them into??
Fortunately Julian had brought the offending garments in double plastic bags (to hide the nature of the contents from prying eyes). It was a simple measure to take off the outer bag and place it by the waiting lad.
Robin reached into the bag and took out the first pair of briefs and with a simple snip cut them once at the narrowest point at the waist; a single snip and they were useless. Julian watched in horrified fascination as the lad dealt with the rest in similar vein. Six minutes later there was not a whole pair left and the second bag was full of useless scraps.
`Is this what happened to you?? Julian asked.
`I am sorry, but I am not allowed to tell you.?
`But you are his sub??
`I am the sub, yes.?
`Do you know what is to happen to me??
`No. I just do as I am told. As will you if you know what is best for you.?
`Do I have any option??
`I doubt it.?
And with that he rose from the chair where he had been working and left, left with the desecrated underpants. And then to his intense embarrassment, Julian felt his cock rise and involuntarily ejaculate inside his unprotected trousers. But what had caused it? The pretty youth who had just left the office, or the thought of the unknown dom?
When he got home, he changed out of his stained trousers into a pair of shorts before turning on his pc. Was it fear or eagerness that made him look for the next message? There was none, at least none from his tormentor! With a sigh he went to cook his evening meal. He was just about to serve up when the phone rang.
`Could I speak to Dr Harte please.?
`Speaking.?
`This is Robin. Remember me?'
`Yes I do!' he replied, his heart thumping at this intrusion into his own home-space.
`I am sorry but I have been ordered to give you your next instructions. Are you ready for them??
`Yes.?
`My owner does not permit pubic hair on slaves. So you have first to trim off all your pubic hair, saving the trimmings and putting them into an envelope. Is that clear?'
`Yes.'
`Then you have to shave yourself totally bare. I am sure you know where. We are not permitted any symbol of manhood.?
`What do you mean??
`You will find out soon enough.?
By now Julian was rock-hard. How he longed to see Robin?s smooth body, to feel his manhood.
`I have one other instruction for you. Please listen carefully. My owner has set up a new email identity for you. Your name is ?slutjulia? one- word and all lowercase, and your password is ?cocksucker? again all lower case and all one word. Please forgive me but I have to make sure you have got it correctly. Please repeat them back to me.?
Julian did as he was bid. At that the line went dead. Immediately he pressed the recall button, but unsurprisingly the number was restricted.
Meal forgotten he went straight to the pc and signed in under his new name. The same anonymous student dom had left a message. Julian clicked on it.
`My slave brought me your disgusting underwear. They were just as I expected - pathetic. Not that I expected anything better from you! I hope you didn?t keep any back - for your sake!
Well, by now you have your instructions. Carry them out to the letter and make sure you seal the envelope and carry it with you wherever you go as it will be collected from you when you least expect it.
And one last thing make sure you are totally bare round your dick and balls because if I find so much as a single hair I shall make you suffer for it.?
He sat on the bathroom floor and snipped of his crinkly pubic hair, carefully letting it fall onto a white sheet of paper which he then turned into a funnel to ease the detritus into a waiting envelope. The shaving took much longer and he had got through two new wet razors before he had shaved himself bare. He stood admiring his handiwork in the mirror. How big (yet vulnerable) his cock looked now!
Ten o'clock and he wandered over the nearby pub for a beer. The cold night-time wind seemed to caress the bareness under his slacks. He hoped no one would notice he wasn't wearing underpants. Inside were a group of his friends, all straight. And after a couple of pints he relaxed and forgot his strange predicament.
Then it happened. He had gone to the toilet for a piss. As he was standing at the urinal, young Robin came and stood beside him.
`Show me your bare cock' he whispered. Julian turned towards the lad and revealed his bareness.
Thank you' the lad responded. I can report you have obeyed. Have you got the envelope?'
`Yes.'
`Give it me.' And with that the lad left.
It was with trembling hands that Julian zipped himself up.
Instead of returning to the bar, he wandered into the lounge, trying to see if Robin was still there and, more importantly, who he was with. But there was no sign of him, just a couple of girls from his Special Subject quietly chatting in a corner. He gave them a perfunctory wave and went back to his friends in the bar.
When he got home he found a package waiting for him on the mat. With trembling fingers he opened it. Inside was a well-made blindfold. No note, nothing. Just a blindfold.
He hurried to his pc and logged in as his new persona. There was another message waiting for him.
`Strip naked; turn off all the lights except the one in your hall; put your front-door on the catch so I can enter at will. Kneel facing the door, put the blindfold on, and wait.'
Heart thumping he obeyed.