The events that follow are pure fiction, and any resemblance to real characters or events is purely coincidental. I appreciate your feedback and any advice you can give me, as this is my first story ever. If you have comments or any suggestions on what should happen, send an email to me at c98b89@gmail.com. Thanks!
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It was about 3 pm on the Saturday at the start of fall break. I was just a month over 18, in my freshman year of college in a small liberal-arts school in the Northeast. I got into a gym shirt from my high school, a pair of loose basketball shorts, and my track shoes, and started on a run. The small college town was beginning to look real lovely with the reds and browns of the fall foliage.
My name is Cedric. I am a bit on the short side at 5 foot 8, weigh about 140 pounds, mostly muscle. I have black hair and green eyes, with an olive tan typical of guys of Greek descent. I was still undecided about my major, but was taking a couple of classes in a bunch of departments, political science, linguistics, and so forth. I was a gymnast in high school, but my college didn't really have a gymnastics program. I didn't feel too badly, though, since it gave me a reason to just work out for working out's sake.
I ran for what seemed like a long while; I went through everything on my running playlist. I noticed I was in a pretty nice neighborhood secluded in the woods. I looked up and saw Professor Mitchell. He was a young professor, only in his late 30s, but was incredibly handsome, with brown hair, blue eyes, about 6' tall and 170 pounds of muscle, and a build that showed that he still frequented the gym. I was in his linguistics class, and although he certainly wasn't flamboyant or anything, I had heard from other students in the class that he was gay and had a partner. "Hey -- you're in my class, aren't you?" he called out from in front of his house. I nodded back. "Cedric, right? You look exhausted, why don't you come in for a drink?" At that point I was quite famished, so I agreed.
Upon entering the house we were greeted by his partner, Jake. Jake was of Asian descent, in his mid-30s but was just as tall and even more muscular than Professor Mitchell. "Nice to meet you, Cedric," he said to me, extending his hand as Professor Mitchell introduced us. He brought in a pitcher of iced tea and a couple of glasses. We talked for a bit about school and stuff.
At around 6, Jake and Professor Mitchell, I mean Kevin, mentioned that they were having a dinner party with a couple of their friends. "I guess I should be going then," I began. "No -- stay," Jake replied. "But I stink! And I certainly don't look ready for a party." "You can use our shower; I'll get you a towel," Kevin said. I resisted, but the two were not taking no for an answer.
I have to admit that the shower felt good; it was great to let the hot water run over my aching, tired muscles. But when I got out, I couldn't find my clothes! I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked down the stairs to see if Jake and Kevin had taken them. "I just put them in the wash!" Kevin exclaimed. I began to worry.
Just then, Jake and Kevin shot each other a knowing glance. "Well," Kevin began, "we don't have any regular clothes in your size. But we do have some, er, clothes we use for our guests when they, er, come over."
"You mean like a bathrobe or something?"
"No. How shall I put it?" Kevin asked rhetorically, with a gleam in his eyes. "Sometimes we like to play with slaves, you know, so we have some of the stuff they normally wear." I gulped hard, but for some reason my dick grew close to its 9-inch usual hard state upon hearing that. "I'm not so sure, Professor. Won't I stand out?"
"Not at all, our friends Mike and Paul are also into that stuff so they won't be surprised."
I shrugged. "Alright, I guess."
"Great," said Jake. "There's some stuff in that room."
I walked in and saw a leather collar and a plastic chastity device. That's it? I thought to myself. I had a hard time softening my hardened dick so I ran it through some cold water. I practically had to cram it in the thing. I took the collar and walked outside. Jake and Kevin gave me a thorough lookdown. "Nice," Kevin said. "I didn't know what I was missing beneath all those sweatpants and hoodies. Do you need help with the collar?" I nodded. Kevin clasped it around my neck.
"Now, our table only seats four, and Mike and Paul won't be happy if someone dressed as a slave takes one of the seats and leaves them without one. I can put a plate down by the side of my chair and you can eat out of it," Kevin explained. "Also, if you wouldn't mind bringing out the courses as I ask for them?" "Sure," I responded. It was the least I could do since I was getting a free dinner. My dick wanted to get hard but the plastic chastity cage wasn't giving it any room.
The doorbell rang. "They're here!" Jake exclaimed. "Now come with me, slaves, I mean, if you were a slave, you would always greet the guests at the door just in case they wanted to inspect you. Stand at my side, legs apart, hands clasped behind your back, and head down." I walked next to him by the door and did as he said. "Don't speak unless spoken to, and don't move unless told to," Kevin said. "You might not be a real slave but they don't know that and you would get some harsh reprimands if you didn't follow." I tried to remember all of this, but my dick was just trying so hard to swell up to its full size. I waited anxiously for the dinner to begin.