Jeff continued his merciless pounding of Sam's exposed ass. Every time Sam said, "I'm your bitch, Master, I am your pussy boy bitch," Jeff's dick grew harder and his confidence grew larger. Jeff's cock had never felt so good. Hell, Jeff himself had never felt so good. He had his own live-in pussy and cock sucker, his own laundry and cleaning boy, his own servant to wait on him hand and foot, his own supply of additional income, his own owned slave. The nap he took earlier, the black coffee he drank before retrieving Sam, and his own exultations all re-energized him, giving him plenty of staying power to keep going past dawn.
By sharp contrast, Sam was on his last legs both physically and mentally. Emotionally, he was drained with nothing left. He had been face slapped, gut punched, clothespinned, ball tortured, choke holded, ball kneed, face fucked, ass raped, and whipped with a flogger and a belt. He had been tied up, tied down, forced to crawl, forced to stand, stripped naked, shaved smooth, and given an awful haircut. He had been robbed of his truck, his hats, his best shirts, his bank account, his credit card, his bed, his home, his dignity, his freedom and his life. He had repeatedly had to state that that he was a slave, a cocksucker, a pussy boy and a bitch. He had swallowed spit, drunk piss, licked boots, tongue bathed toes, sucked two cocks, and was now taking one of those cocks up his hitherto virginal butt. Small wonder he had no idea which end was up, only which end was being pounded like hell.
And even his addled mind suspected more to come. And cum it did, with Jeff giving an animalistic howl as, for the first but not last time, he shot a load into Sam's helpless ass.
"AHHH!" Jeff yelled. "OHMYGOD! TAKE IT, SLAVE! TAKE MY CUM!"
Thrust after thrust after thrust penetrated farther than Sam knew his gut extended, filling his bowels with an uncomfortable bloating sensation underlying the exquisite pain -- and something else -- another sensation -- a feeling Sam had not even heard about. This was a sweet strong hit of pleasure throbbing through his asshole and right into his cock, turning it rigidly hard and then making it spew cum hands free. The slave's sleep-deprived brain could not comprehend what was going on or why. Knowing nothing about a prostate massage, all the humiliated cowboy could think was that he must really enjoy being fucked up the ass.
Jeff slowly recovered from his incredible high. He pulled himself up from Sams' back and out of Sam's hole. Then he walked around the chair, stood in front of his blindfolded slave and said, "Lick it clean, pussy boy." Sam reluctantly opened his mouth and absorbed the limpid cock, thankful that the Colonel had cleaned out his ass that night with successive enemas. When Jeff was satisfied with the cock cleaning job, the new master bitchslapped his slave with the cock a couple of times. Then he picked up a used jockstrap from his gym bag and gagged Sam with it.
Jeff next sat in front of his own computer and went to town on Sam's credit card accounts. He browsed the Internet for leather sex items, found what he wanted and ordered them to be shipped in Sam's name (since he was the one paying for them) to the address they shared. When the master finished his online shopping, he shut off his computer and stood up. To his consternation, his blindfolded, bound and gagged slave was dozing in place. Jeff had no intention of letting Sam get some rest. He took his wide belt and, without warning, crashed it repeatedly on the cowboy's exposed back.
Sam was dozing, his mind adrift, when abruptly a searing pain shot from his back to his brain, jolting him awake and causing him to scream into the jockstrap gag. The first hit was quickly followed by many more, making him writhe in pain, straining against his rope bondage. The sheer agony caused his dick to shrivel.
Watching Sam in pain had the opposite effect on Jeff's penis. It grew harder with every whack of the belt until it was standing straight up and looking for relief. Jeff almost walked back around behind Sam for another force fuck, but this time he had other plans. He started by untying Sam's wrists, moving the arms behind the slave's back and re-tying the wrists together. Then he untied the ankles and helped Sam to a standing position on wobbly legs. Jeff shoved the chair to one side and pushed Sam to a kneeling position. He stepped behind the slave and tied the ankles together. Then the master removed the gag, tossing the jockstrap to one side. Sam knew, without being told, not to make a sound.
Jeff took a heavy chain and hung it from the back of Sam's neck with the ends draping over the cowboy's naked shoulders. The master removed the blindfold. Sam blinked his eyes against the light, then focused on his surroundings. Jeff was standing naked in front of him, slowly swinging a brass padlock from the tips of his fingers.
"Do you know what this is, slave?"
"Yes, Master, it's a padlock."
"What is hanging around your neck, slave?"
"A chain, Master."
"Ask to be my collared slave."
Sam's hesitation was met with a hard slap to the face. "Ask to be my collared slave."
This time there was no delay. "Master, please make me your collared slave."
"Once this padlock snaps onto the chain ends, that collar stays on, understood slave?"
"Yes, Master, I understand."
Sam closed his eyes, not bearing to watch Jeff enslave him with the collar. But instead of feeling and hearing the lock click shut, he felt Jeff's hands untying his wrists. He opened his eyes to see his master standing back in front of him.
"Untie your ankles," Jeff ordered. Sam did so. He was now unbound, with a chain draped from his neck but no restraints anywhere on his naked body.
"Extend your hand," Jeff said, and Sam did. Wordlessly, Jeff placed the padlock into Sam's palm. Wordlessly, without dropping his eyes from their upward gaze into those of his Master, Sam looped the lock tongue into the two chain ends and locked them into place. By his own hand he was now a collared slave.
Jeff concealed his glee at Sam's complete surrender, but his cock was ready for more action. Taking Sam's hands in his own, he moved them to his thighs. Taking the hint, Sam started massaging his Master's upper legs and leaned to work them with his mouth just as the Colonel had taught him to do. This time, the cock sucking would be gentle, caressing, erotic, unforced. Jeff's legs started to buckle from pleasure. He sat down on his bed, Sam knee-crawling to keep the cock enwrapped. Jeff leaned back against the bedroom wall.
With his hands no longer tied, Sam started moving them around Jeff's torso. He found and tweaked Jeff's tits. He squeezed Jeff's pecs. He lightly grazed his fingers along Jeff's abs. His actions resulted in Jeff reaching close to climax. Indeed, the top would have cum but for his determination not to get off in his boy's mouth. Jeff pulled his cock from Sam's mouth, stood up and directed Sam onto the bed on his back. Jeff then took the pillow he had confiscated from Sam's bedroom, put it under the small of Sam's back, lifted the bottom's legs up to his own shoulders and then began a long, slow, sensuous fucking, all the while looking Sam in the eye.
Sam's hand automatically moved to his own cock, only to be caught at the wrist by Jeff and pushed to the bed surface just above Sam's head. Jeff took Sam's other hand by the wrist and moved it there, too. The whole while he kept staring into Sam's eyes and telling the slave how good it felt, how tight his pussy was, how much Jeff would be enjoying doing it whenever he wanted to. Finally, with a loud groan, for the second time in thirty minutes Jeff unloaded his jizz into his own personal slaveboy pussy, thrusting it in with stroke after stroke.
For a moment the two sweaty college kids just lay there, both overcome by the moment. Then Jeff regained control of himself and the situation. He rose up and ordered Sam to drop to the floor and follow him. Without bothering to look back, Jeff walked through the living room and into the bathroom, knowing his slave was crawling behind him. When Sam caught up with him, Jeff ordered, "Into the tub, slave." Sam crawled over the side and into the bathtub.
"On your knees, slave, facing me, hands behind your head." Sam's lower legs were too long to make the position comfortable, with his thighs wedged between the sides of the tub, but he complied.
"Look at me, slave, and open your mouth," ordered Jeff. Sam would never have obeyed except for his mental state. By this time he was long overdue for some sleep. He had been so effectively mindfucked that his resistance was nil. A thought tried to rise in his addled brain telling him not to do this, but it was overwhelmed by a flashback to the last time he was in a bathtub, almost being drowned by the sadistic Colonel. Sam would do anything to avoid repeating that experience. He proved that "anything" really meant anything by looking up at his naked Master and opening his slave mouth.
Jeff's cock was limp from just having shot cum, but the power of the moment was so seductive that he almost got hard again. Here he was, standing in front of a kneeling slave, completely in command. And with that thought, Jeff started to piss, deliberately spraying his urine on Sam's face, on his head, on his chest and in his mouth.
"Piss for me, slave," Jeff demanded, and Sam without thinking let his own piss stream out onto the bathtub floor. When both students' bladders were drained, Jeff reached over to the knobs and turned the shower on. The initial cold burst of water hit Sam on the head with his hands still held in place behind it. Before he could more than shudder, the water warmed up and Jeff stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed behind him.
"Hands behind your back, slave, and bend down" ordered Jeff. Sam complied. Jeff took his left foot, pressed it onto the back of Sam's skull and guided Sam's head down to Jeff's right foot. "Lick," said Jeff, and Sam did.
The water bounced off of both cowboys as Sam's tongue slowly worked its way over both feet and then up both legs. When his mouth reached Jeff's crotch, he was pleasantly surprised by his Master lifting him up to his feet. Jeff's cock had seen enough action for the night. Now he just wanted to finish the shower and get them both to bed.
For the next ten minutes Sam learned how to wash Jeff to the latter's satisfaction, including shampooing what was now the only head of real hair in the apartment. Jeff cut off the water and instructed Sam how to towel him dry in the future. Then, both students clean and dry, Jeff ordered Sam to crawl into his own bedroom and lie down on the bare mattress pad on his side.
Jeff joined his slave after stopping at the laundry hamper they shared to pick out three dirty t-shirts. He used them to blindfold Sam, tie his ankles together and tie his wrists behind the slave's back. So there Sam was, on a bare mattress on the floor, his eyes, hands and feet immobilized. "Pleasant dreams," said the unseen Master, leaving Sam to himself until Jeff decided to wake him up and return him to the harsh world of being a slave.