Chapter Nine
So I'm standing in front of the Professor's desk in my body but in my mind I'm naked and groveling at his feet. I can't believe he was able to get me to do this. I must say that I would much rather really be down there but this is rather cool as well.
I concentrate on what it feels like to grovel as he continues to speak to me about my records. "I've looked over your academic information and I approve of most of it. From here on in, you and I will meet to plan your next semester. I plan to steer you in a more suitable direction. Never forget that the reason Gabriel is allowing you to stay in school is because it will increase your value and lead to a career suitable for a BDSM slave as a way to contribute to its Master's finances and do some good for free and ordinary men. Your obedient service is not only a sexual matter; nmo your obedience is far more than that. It's your confession that you realize just how much you can be your own worst enemy. If you ever doubt that, sport, consider what you've walked right into in the past."
Shit! He knows about that too, and I certainly can't argue with it.
Do you know something? I wonder if all sub become subs because they're not capable of taking care of themselves, that they need someone else to rule over them and keep them in line.
Anyway, I got pissed off when he said he might change my major or do something else, and I guess I'm showing it.
He knows. "It always gets me how there are two things neophyte slaves find most difficult to surrender. One is academics and career, the other is relationships outside the dungeon,' as I like to say—in other words, friendships, companions, and the like. As far as your situation, sport, I'm aware that there's a guy in your dorm who makes use of you from time to time. We've been in contact with him. From now on he may use you only once a week and you may not spend the night in his room. We also know that Patrick has kindly agreed to play chicken' for you in the showers when you need to shower in the dorm so that other guys won't see that you're locked into chastity. That's fine.
It's important that other students don't know about what you are. We don't want to cause any unpleasantness from college kids who have absolutely no flexibility when it comes to sexual norms or mores. I have to wonder why you ended up coming to this school anyway, knowing full well it's conservative reputation. Can you explain that to me, boy?"
"Sir, at the time I wanted to be far enough away from home that I wouldn't be able to go back home too often. It's . . .it's not a good scene here, Sir, as you probably already know. This was the only school that offered a full scholarship."
"I do, and I understand. I also know that your scholarship covers all your expenses, and that you have some savings from summer jobs that you use for other incidentals."
"yes, Sir," I say nervously, thinking that even that's going to be controlled.
"After class on Friday when you're picked up, the limo will stop at your bank. You will close your checking and savings accounts and have all the money forwarded to the account number you'll be given. It's one of your Master's accounts. From then on your Master will decide how much cash you're allowed to carry and give you a credit card in the name of "Sport Shaw" along with the necessary picture ID. Your Master has already selected the picture from recent shots that have been taken of you along the way."
Dare I wince at this? He's making sure that I'm legally penniless, that he's stripped me of everything I owned when I was an ordinary college boy.
Wow! I never realized any of that was happening. I wonder which pic it is? As far as the money matter, I expected as much although it still really pings me that I'm losing all control over even my own money. At the same time, however, I realize that I never have to worry about that kind of stuff again, and that's a big plus as far as I'm concerned. My entire life has been one big financial crisis considering the crap that's gone on in my family.
"Now do you have any questions for me, sport?"
"Sir, do you have a copy of the instructions Gabriel sent to me?"
"Of course, sport. Everything about you is regularly brought to my attention now and it made for some interesting reading last night, indeed. And by the way, slave, I know your Master is very lenient about titles and names and things, but I am not. I find it offensive for a slave to refer to its Master by his first name. In the future, always refer to your Master as `My Master.' Simple enough, isn't it, for a bright slave boy like you?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for explaining your thoughts about this as well."
"Your obsequious manner is fitting for a slave like you. Keep it up. It's also a lot better for you to think of your Master as Master, not by name. But that's his affair, not mine. Now you know my mind about this and that's what matters. And, by the way, you will be punished if I ever hear you say that name again."
Now I'm wondering how the fuck he'd be able to punish me since there is no sexual contact allowed between the two of us.
"There are people on campus who can effectively punish you if I decide it's necessary, so don't worry about how I'd be able to carry that out. I often have others punish my female slaves and some who enjoy punishing other guys who need it. They all do a fine job."
And with that statement he just told me a lot about himself. He has more than one slave. He believes strongly in corporal punishment. And he doesn't always do it himself.
"May I ask a question, Sir?"
"Proceed, slave."
"I'm just wondering why a Master would want his slaves punished by other men, Sir?"
"Many reasons. Convenience. It has to be done but I'm not really in the mood. Or simply because it's more humiliating for a slave to be handed over to someone else to be punished, almost like your Master would have a barber cut your hair or another person shave you bare when little hairs begin to show again. Keep that in mind, slave. You'll find out the first time I turn you over to someone whose even younger than you, maybe even a talented freshman who will now know what you are. When it happens, you'll be able to tell me whether or not I'm right.
As Professor Walker was talking to me about having some freshmen whip my ass if I'm naughty, it feels like he had just put his foot on the back of my neck as a way of conquering me even more. And my inner slave is trembling.
They way he said it, I realize it's inevitable; sometime probably soon with my luck, I'll be turned over to someone else to punish me. I decide to volunteer the information as a way of proving my sincerity to him.
"My Master has a friend who's very eager to become my `disciplinarian,' that's what he called it, Sir."
"A good word for all boys to know, sport. I dare say that things would go a hell of a lot better around here if all college boys were assigned someone to serve as their disciplinarian, but also, that's absolutely forbidden now. Nonetheless, we in the kink community have great respect for the practice. "
I take in all his words and can hardly believe there are guys walking around campus who get into thrashing the asses of loser classmates and apparently are really lethal about it.
"Now with that, our meeting is concluded today. Take the time to get up off the floor and put your clothes back on, sport."
Holy crap! You might find this hard to believe, but when he just told me to get dressed I really felt like I'd been standing here naked him during this entire meeting. It's a relief to have my clothes back on and my caged dick not out in the open.
"We will meet next Thursday at this same time unless I have reason to call you in sooner or if your Master Gabriel requests it for some reason. All set now, sport?"
"Yes, Sir. thank you."
"Then off with you." And with that he returns to his computer screen and I'm summarily dismissed. I find I'm breathless after leaving his office and have to lean up against the wall outside his door for a couple minutes afterwards. My head is spinning.
I'm not going to see Gabriel tonight. Actually it's the first night since a week ago that I'm on my own and not subject to someone else. I'm a free man, or maybe a free boy. And do you know what? It's not comfortable. I'm at a total loss. I can't decided what to do. I text Gabriel and tell him this.
---"I'm glad. Now you know why you need a Master. Left to yourself, you'll fucking self-destruct, faggot. You've already proven that."--
Scott is also home—we're rarely even here together. He asks me to go down to dinner with him. I text Gabriel to tell him.
---"Good. Get exactly what he gets for supper."
Despite myself, now I feel resentful that I can't eat whatever I want. "Feeling resentful now, Sir."
---"Good. Glad you can confess it. I'll hook you up for a spanking later. What could a slave actually deserve to feel resentful about?"
"Understand, Sir. Gonna stop texting now. Scott's getting annoyed."
"All done," I say to Scott. "sorry to get involved with something." I put my phone in my pocket.
Scott is very understanding about it. I luck out. He takes a cheeseburger and fries for supper and a milkshake.
Shortly after supper, I get a text from Gabriel: --"Humanities Bldg, rm. 324. 7:30 pm. t-shirt, shorts, flipflops. nothing else."
I try doing some homework until it's time to go there but I'm too preoccupied now. Who will it be? Will I know him? How much will he hurt me? Fuck my life. and yet, the entire idea is a huge turn-on even if I don't end up enjoying the reality.
It turns out that rm. 324 is some kind of faculty lounge. Maybe it's a faculty member, not a student. I knock on the door. When it opens, the entire room is dark except for a votive candle on an end table. He stands there. He's about the same size as me and I figure that's good, it won't hurt too much. As soon as the door is shut, "Strip. Leave everything right here." He locks the door then turns up the music.
The room is carpeted. Nice, the sound won't carry too much. I step out into the room and all of a sudden he slaps me on my ass and he packs quite a punch. "I fucking said strip everything. Get that shit off your feet, faggot!" One gets stuck and as I bend to get it off my foot with my hand that's shaking now I get hit again, and this time his hand works its way through my legs and grabs hold of my balls and pulls them back through my legs so now I can't stand up straight. He keeps hold of my balls and pushes me towards where he wants to sit. He's got jeans on and a flannel shirt. He manages to get me over his knees while still holding my balls and fuck it hurts like hell.
"If you behave, I'll let go," he says, so I just let all my muscles relax as I'm over his knees. "Good boy," he says. "Your Master gave you an order and you got resentful, right, sport?"
Fuck. He knows my name. "Yes, Sir, that's true. But at least I let him know."
"He would have known anyway and then you'd really be in fucking trouble. You pull any more shit and I'll have a few of my frat brothers here to help set you straight, slave."
Ulp. I concentrate on surrendering my body, hoping it will go better for me this way. "I'll make you crawl from one lap to another and we'll each thrash your faggot ass, then you'll blow all four of us. How would you like that, faggot?"
I opt for honesty. "sounds hot, Sir, but intense."
"And we'll record it for your Master and he can use it to shame you with others," he says. "I might be a freshman, faggot, but my Dad is a Dom and he's taught me good."
So that solves the mystery of how an 18 year old can act so much like an older Dom. "Sounds like it, Sir."
He chuckles. And with no further conversation, he starts in on me and dammit, this kid is building me up like a pro and by the time it registers that he's really hurting me, he's REALLY hurting me. I start writhing around. "I fucking warned you, faggot," he says and reached between my legs to get hold of me again. He pulls and I scream out from the pain in my balls. "Now stay still or I'll spank these balls too, faggot," he says, and he starts in on me again. I don't dare move. He's holding my balls so tightly that any move I make might cause him to rip them from my body. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. OWWWWW!!!!!
All of a sudden he lets go of me and pushes me to the floor. Then he stands up and opens his jeans. "Kneel up and suck my cock!"
I figured that was going to happen. I can't help but remember what Vic said to me a while ago, that when a slave gets its ass whipped, its mouth sometimes turns into a cunt, a sloppy wet cunt. And I've got to tell you, this college freshman fucks my face with his long thin dick and I got worn out trying to hold my mouth tight for him. I got a lot of satisfaction from his outcries of ecstasy. "Dammit, faggot, you are one good fucking cocksucker. Wait till I share you with my bros!"
It doesn't take him long to cum and I imagine I am drinking down what I called his "Little boy milk," and there wasn't much of it. This wasn't the first time this dude shot a load today, that's for sure. Not unusual for an 18 year old boy to j/o two, even three times a day, some even more. He pulls his dick out of my mouth and pushes my face away. I fall back onto the floor. After he puts himself back together, he says, . "Blow out the candle and lock the door behind you when you leave." And with that, he just walks out of the room and the music goes with him because it was coming from his phone. He's left me there on the rug. Only after he leaves do I start sobbing. The reality of what just happened to me really sets in. Some punk 18yo with a feisty way about him just demeaned me just as much as any other Master I've known, and then threatened me with even more punishment in the future.
Finally, I pick myself up off the floor, manage to find my clothes and flips. I blow out the candle and grope my way to the door. The hallway is only dimly lit the light doesn't bother my eyes. There are two guys standing there. I walk past them to get to the stairway when one of them grabs me by the back of my shirt. "Drop the shorts, kid. We want to see the damage." Fuck.
Not only do they check me out, they handle my ass as well and I almost cry out loud but one of them puts his hand over my mouth while the other exacerbates the pain from the spanking. "He got you good! You must have deserved it," says one. I say nothing but pull up my shorts again and walk away while they stand there laughing at me. I almost want to laugh along with them as a way of breaking the intensity of what just happened to me. The worst thing about it all is that I'm beginning to realize that my cover around here is gonna get blown if things like this keep happening.
I don't feel like going back to my room right now, so I just take a walk even though my ass is feeling that thrashing. A little later, I get a text from Gabriel. "You have to learn to stop resenting the way you're treated. It doesn't change things; it just makes you suffer needlessly on top of the pain of what might be happening to you. Learn to surrender, slaveboy, and you'll be a lot happier."
"Yes, Master, thank you for instructing this slave" I text back, really feeling like a naughty slave. I guess that's all part of getting broken in—mind control. We have a chat about it when I'm with him again on Friday night. "There's only one thing you need to be thinking about: obeying your Master and living the way I'm training you.
I speak up because he told me this was a time for free speech. "What really makes it hard, Gabriel, is the constant culture shock. I'm not able to live like your slave all the time. I think it would be easier if I did."
"I'll keep that in mind. Nonetheless, I think I'm doing a pretty good job keeping you living like a slave even when you're not with me. Between Justin and the professor, your behavior is being regulated pretty well. And Professor Walker told you that you can always contact him if you're having bad thoughts or struggling with something. You have to learn to use him as a resource. You're never alone, sport. You're never free. You're always a slave. My slave. The Professor is there to watch over you and protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself. Be completely open with him when you're in bad space. You will never be punished for what you say to him. Think of him as your safety valve."
Then he tells me that we'll be going out to dinner with some representatives of one of the gay charitable organizations requesting a donation. He gives me an outline of the rules for eating out with him. He'll order for me, even when we're out with men who don't know I'm his slave, and he warns me that he'll never hesitates to speak to me like I'm the immature child at the table who has to learn how to behave itself in the presence of real men. I'm beginning realize that he always follows through if he warns me of something. Anyway, the dinner is tomorrow night and already I'm head-tripping about it and afraid to bother him because he fell asleep long before I did.
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