The Contract

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The Contract Chapter 9 By The Mangler

Loser looked longingly as his car drove past with the Master Js in it. Suddenly, the car stopped, and the rear window rolled down.

"Hey, Loser, come here!" Brad yelled. Several people on the street turned to see who he was yelling at.

Loser slinked over to the car.

"Yes, Master Brad?"

"How are you going to pay for the groceries?"

"Uhh, um, I don't know," he stuttered, realizing he didn't have any money.

The three masters laughed.

"That's okay, we got you. This should cover it." Brad then handed out a plastic bag full of coins. "Don't take too long." The laughter could be heard as the car pulled away.

Loser was ready for this day to end but knew it still had a long way to go. He turned toward the side street and began walking to the grocery store about two blocks away.

He felt like every eye was on him, but nobody said anything until he approached the store. He overheard two older gray-haired ladies talking.

"I thought that the university had forbidden hazing," one said.

"Oh, it has been, dear."

"Then why is he dressed like that?"

"Because he is one of THEM, you know. Light in the slippers, etc. It's absolutely disgusting. This would have never been tolerated when we were young."

Thinking of his day, Loser couldn't simply walk by. He stepped in front of the ladies.

"That's because, in your day, you all were a bunch of narrow-minded, intolerant bigots. And unfortunately, you haven't changed a bit. But thank god better minds prevail today. So, Fuck off, lady," he growled.

"Well, I never."

"Maybe that's the problem," Loser said as he stepped aside and continued his walk to the grocery store.

Loser heard some applause coming from a few of the younger people. For just a moment, he forgot about how he was dressed and the day he had been having.

However, he quickly remembered when someone yelled, "What are you charging for the night?"

Loser turned pink but kept walking.

"We require shoes and shirts in here," one of the employees said as Loser walked in.

Loser turned a little redder. He looked at him and said, "I'm wearing more clothes than many of the people you allow in here. Like that body builder over there with his "shirt," which is little more than strings. So go do something useful."

He grabbed a cart and walked into the store. He pulled the list out of his pocket and looked at it for the first time.

"Oh, shit. I knew it wasn't going to be that easy."

He moved along the aisle to find the first item on the list.

"Oh, my god, who knew there were so many?" Loser said out loud as he stared at the many `sanitary napkin' boxes in front of him. How the hell was he supposed to find what he needed? At that moment, two college-aged girls walked over.

"Uhh, excuse me," Loser said.

When the two turned to look at him, a slight snicker escaped, and one said, "Nice outfit."

Loser turned red and looked down at the floor but said nothing.

"You need something?"

"I was wondering if you could show me where to find this," he said as he pointed to the top of the list in his hand.

"I'm not sure you can use these," they giggled.

"Uhh, umm, it is for my girlfriend," Loser lied.

"Girlfriend, really?" one asked as they both looked him up and down.

"Never mind," Loser mumbled as he grabbed the list back.

One of the girls reached up on the shelf, pulled off a box, and tossed it to Loser.

"Good luck on finding the other things," she said as they turned and walked off.

Loser just wanted to disappear into the floor. The next item on the list was monostat cream.

"What the hell is monostat cream?" Loser said, apparently out loud.

"It's to treat a girl's vaginal infection," a voice said behind him.

He jumped and looked around only to find he was staring into the eyes of Lawson Gould, a jock he went to academy with.

"Ethan? What the fuck?" he said as he looked closely at Loser. What he saw was a very muscular 6'1' 230 pounds guy dressed in a very short crop top, a pair of white shorts, practically transparent, with a bright green Jock strap underneath. He noticed an uneven bulge in the groin.

"And what's with the bulge?" he asked as he pointed to the groin.

"Oh, um, er, hey Law... I mean Mr. Gould," Loser mumbled out.

"Mr. Gould? What is going on, Ethan," Lawson said.

"I was just showing you the respect that you are due, Sir."

Lawson just stood there staring at the strange creature in front of him.

"And, err, the bulge is a chastity device, Sir." Loser finished.

"A chastity what?" Lawson asked.

Suddenly Lawson looked like a light bulb went off over his head.

"Oh, of course, you're pledging something or other. Well, they're putting you through it. Good luck. Oh, and the monostat is over on aisle 10 with the other medicines."

Loser looked at Lawson, er Mr. Gould, and asked. "How do you know what monostat is and where to find it?"

Lawson laughed. "I had to get it for my girlfriend once. I tried to get out of it, of course, and she threatened to separate my balls from my body. And I believed her. Take care and good luck."

Lawson walked away, and Loser turned the other way to head for aisle 10. He tried to ignore some of the looks he got, but he was aware of them.

He quickly found the monostat and added it to the chart. The next item on his list was ribbed condoms -- size small. Fortunately, they were on the same aisle, and he was able to find them quickly.

The rest of the list was for regular groceries and not many due to the dorm's small storage space. He was leaning over the freezer to grab a bag of wings when he heard a loud whistle behind him.

"Julian, what a view that is. I wonder how much it would cost for the night?" the twink said to his friend.

Loser looked around and realized that stretching over the freezer with his leg raised exposed his ass to those standing behind him. He turned red again, and he dropped his leg to the floor.

"And there is no cost.....Sir," Loser said.

"Oh, it's free, then is it?" Julian asked.

"NO. It is not available at all," Loser yelled. He slammed the bag of wings into the cart and headed for the front of the store. As he approached the checkout, he remembered that he had only a bag of coins. This was going to be a nightmare.

However, as he neared the counter, he saw the Coinstar machine. However, as he looked at the 12% fee structure, he was concerned that he wouldn't have enough money if he changed the coins into bills. So, he reluctantly headed for the cashier. Fortunately, the line was short, so he could start checking out immediately.

He started stacking the coins into amounts he could quickly calculate, but it was a tedious process with a mixture of pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters. The shoppers behind him sighed as he counted. They also commented that he might charge more for his services.

The cashier smirked but didn't say anything else. She was going to be there no matter what, and she actually needed change for her till. After finally sorting, he found that he was 75 cents short. He looked like he was going to cry. "Here," the jock behind him in line said as he handed him a dollar bill.

"Thank you, Sir," Loser said.

"Yeah, just remember you owe me next time I see you in the gym," the guy laughed as he slapped Loser on the ass.

Loser looked at the guy and realized that he knew him from the college gym. Once again, Loser turned red. He took his groceries and his change and started to leave.

"Hey, I didn't say you could keep the change," the jock said.

Loser dug the quarter out of his pocket and handed it to the jock saying, "Sorry, Sir."

"Fucking weirdos," the guy mumbled.

Loser was so glad this was over with. However, as he was about to exit the building, a gentleman with a manager's tag stopped him.

"I believe that your outfit is inappropriate to wear in here."

"What is wrong with it?" Loser asked.

"You look like a whore selling his goods. And we don't appreciate that here."

Finally losing it, Loser screamed, "I'm NOT A WHORE," before turning bright red when he realized what he had done. Most of the people in the stores turned to stare at him again.

"I'm not a whore," Loser said more quietly. "Sir," he added.

"As that may be, don't come back unless you are dressed more appropriately."

"Yes, Mr. Barnes," Loser said after reading the manager's name tag. He then fled the store and started walking back to the dorm.

Surprisingly enough, he had minimal issues walking back other than some good-natured catcalls and whistles. After all, it was a college campus, and they were used to some outlandish outfits. Nevertheless, Loser was very appreciative as he entered the dorm. He chose to take the stairs up to his floor.

He knocked on the door across from his room as he had no keys, so he couldn't get into his room even if he wanted to. Besides, he had been ordered to come here.

The door opened, and Sam said, "We are a little distracted now. Why don't you present yourself and we will be with you when we like."

Loser's mouth opened and closed like a fish, but he only said, "Yes, Master Sam."

As he dropped to his knees to assume the appropriate position, Sam added, "And you should be naked when you do it."

Loser felt a jolt course through his body when he heard those words.

"Please, Sam, no. Not here, I've had enough...."

"Getting demerits all over the place, aren't you? That's Master Sam."

Loser spread his knees and locked his hands behind his head but made no effort to remove his clothes. Enough was enough. He was tired of taking orders.

Sam reached out and slapped him across the cheek.

"Willful little bastard, aren't you? I'll decide your punishment later, Loser." He turned and slammed the door.

"Wow, looks like there is a story to tell here. But it mainly looks like you are in deep shit," the RA said as he walked by, laughing. He patted Loser on the head.

Loser took several deep breaths in an attempt not to cry. He was successful, but barely.

When the door opened about twenty minutes later, Loser was in Presentation mode, kneeling with his ass cheeks resting on his calves, his hands locked behind his head, and looking straight ahead and naked, except for the plastic cock cage.

"Well, just because you are naked now does NOT change the fact you disobeyed me, failed to address me correctly, and who knows how many other violations. Enter the room."

Loser made to stand, but Sam placed his hand on his shoulder and refused to let him rise. "Lowly slaves crawl into a real man's room."

Two of Loser's friends appeared in the hallway at about that time.

"Damn, Ethan, still pledging something or other?"

Loser tried to ignore them, but Sam said, "I believe someone was talking to YOU." He pushed his finger against Loser's forehead as he said this.

"No, Mr. Ford, I'm not pledging anything," he mumbled barely audibly.

"Mr. Ford. I like that," he said as he walked by. He stopped to give Sam a fist bump.

Although he didn't think it possible, Loser's self-esteem dropped several more points. His `friend' was not trying to assist him but seemed to be enjoying the situation.

Sam turned to his side and motioned Loser into the room. Loser dropped to his hands and knees and crawled into the room where Marc and Brad were waiting. Once Loser was in the middle of the room, Sam slammed the door.

"Present, Loser," he barked.

Once again, Loser assumed the position. Marc and Brad just laughed.

"Wow, just wow. Who would have thought that when we first met this Loser, he would end up naked, calling us Master and doing whatever the fuck we wanted?" Marc asked with disdain in his voice.

"Who, indeed. I thought he was an arrogant prick of a jock boy. Little did I know he was actually a submissive little bitch," Brad agreed.

Loser barely held it together as he just stared into the distance.

"Okay, Loser, please self-report any breaches of the contract or anything we don't know about."

"I do not believe I have any, Master S," Loser replied.

"Really? I was informed that you addressed some females earlier," Sam said.

Stopping to think before speaking, Loser went through events in his mind for the day.

"I'm sorry, Master. There are one, well, really two, things to report. In two instances, I spoke with females, Master S."

"And why did you do that?"

"One was to reprimand a homophobic old lady, and one to find help obtaining some items on the grocery list, Master S" Loser replied.

"One is iffy but probably acceptable, but one is definitely not."

"So, you talked to a male cashier when you checked out," Master Marc inquired.

Loser looked down at the floor guiltily and said very softly.

"Uh, no, I talked to a female, Master M."

Master Marc reached over and grabbed Loser by the chin and jerked his head upward until he was looking at Master Marc.

"See, we can't even trust you to tell us things you are required to tell us. Now, I realize that this is only your first day, but that is absolutely no fucking excuse. So demerits for talking to a female and more demerits for failure to report it. At this fucking rate, you are going to be into four digits of demerits."

"Yes, Master M. I'm sorry, Master M. I will do better, Master M," Loser whined.

"Probably not, but you damned well better try."

There was a moment of silence before Brad spoke.

"Any time you failed to address a male as Mr. or Sir?" Brad asked.

Once again, taking his time to think through the day, Loser replied, "There may have been one or two instances where I initially forgot."

Loser added quickly, "But I tried to correct it immediately, Master B."

"And DID you correct it every time?" Marc asked.

"I think, I mean, I..." Loser began

"Well, what the hell is the answer," Marc demanded.

"I can't be sure that I did, Master Marc," Loser said in a very low voice as he looked down at the floor.

"We should assign you demerits, but your report is so piss poor we could never figure out how many, and you are so far behind at this point that it wouldn't really make much difference. So, for today, we are going to forget demerits."

Loser let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Instead, we are just going to give you 15 whacks apiece in the lounge on your naked ass." The three masters let out a smirk sound.

"Please, Sir, please no," Loser whined, almost breaking into tears. "Please, Master Sam, no in public, please, please, no. Master Marc, Master Brad, please, not in public."

Brad, Marc, and Sam looked at each other. An unspoken debate seemed to be occurring between them.

"Well, we will give you a choice. Fifty swats in the lounge or 100 swats in private," Master Brad said.

Both Marc and Sam looked at Brad with a surprised look that said, "Hey, we should discuss this first."

"If I may inquire, Master B, what type of swats? Paddles or hands?"

A large smirk appeared on Brad's face.

"It really should be with a paddle, but as this is new for you, we will show a modicum of pity and say just bare hands."

"But don't expect such pity in the future. YOU wrote the contract, YOU wanted this, so don't whine about it," Sam injected into the conversation.

"Thank you, Master Brad. Thank you, Master Marc. Thank you, Master Sam. I will choose the 100 swats in private, Master Js," Loser said with relief in his voice. But it would be a decision he would soon come to regret.

[With appreciation to Sir Calvin and slave william for their proofreading and story suggestions!]