Freshman's Slave - Part 2:
The rest of the day dragged on,. It was strange that I hated the situation, but at the same time something in me was excited... at least my cock was excited. I just couldn't believe the luck of Rob having a camera right then. The school day finally ended... I went home and changed into a pair of jeans and a tight gray t-shirt, I guess I was making a point of looking good for Rob; after all he was the all American jock boy.
Our town was small, but Rob lived on the other side of it. I was middle class, but he lived in the very large homes just built. I would image his parents were loaded; he only wore name brand clothes and look like the rich kid type. I left around 6:30 and drove to his home. I had a 96 Honda Civic, it was a nice car although I wasn't into tricking it out the way the other kids did... in fact I hated cars like that... I was sort of conservative; I dressed preppy, but conservative. So arrived at his home about 6:55 and there were no cars in the drive way and the porch light was lit. The house was brick, with large windows. Everything looked perfect.
I got out and went to the front door. On the door was a note that read, "Lance, Come right in, I am in my bedroom. Straight up the stairs, 3rd door on the left." I thought to myself, the note seemed nice enough; maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I walked in and say a very well decorated house, very traditional and classic. The stairs were right by the door; they were a large staircase wit what looked like very old hand crafted oak staircases. I began to quietly walk up and realized not only was my hard cock showing in my jeans, but also my nipples were hard and showing nicely through the tight gray t-shirt I had choose to wear. I got to the top of the stairs and walked won the long hallway, which had a lot of doorways, I came to the 3rd on the left and it was cracked a little. I pushed it open and saw Rob sitting at his computer desk typing he must have heard the door because he told me to come in and sit on the bed. I didn't say anything and just sat down. After 5 minutes went by of him typing and ignoring me I finally asked if what the hell did he want. He got up walked to his closet and came out with a large bag. He walked over and said, "Do not speak unless I tell you to or ask you a question, now sit still and I don't want to hear a sound." I watched as he reached into the bag and pulled out a black leather dog collar, it was not a big thick one. It was a thin piece of leather with a fastener on both ends; he placed it around my neck and snapped it shut. I then heard another click, he said, "I just locked this collar on, it can not come off unless I take it off, do you understand?" "I'm not wearing a damn dog collar out of this room, so as long as you understand that then yes, I understand!" He walked over to his computed and told me to come over. I looked at the screen and was horrified to see a crystal clear photo of me standing there in his soccer uniform with is number on the jersey while I had the shorts hanging down and my hard cock hanging out for the world to see. I guess I never realized how clear the picture showed me looking so pathetic with his clothes on. He asked if I like and I told him I wanted this picture. "I have this picture on a secure web site which only I can access and I have the original tucked away for you. Now the web page will remain secure as long as you are clear that you are mine! I own you; you have no mind, no thoughts! I make all of your decisions, your only purpose from this second forward are to carry out and await your Master's commands. Do you understand, and think before you answer slave." I could not believe what I was hearing, he was serious, but what could I do? If this got out, I would be humiliated to no end, but not just to my classmates, but my family.
We have such a small town, there is no way I could hide it from them. If they found out I was gay, they would kill me and not offer a dime for college. I had no choice, no choice at all. "Yes, I understand."
He told me to return to the bed, and to strip down to nothing. I took off my clothes; I was so embarrassed because I did not wear any underwear... it's just something I had always done. He looked me over and did not comment on anything including my hard cock. I had to admit, I had a nice body. I was smooth, tan, and very well defined. I am sure had a chosen to be a jock I would have excelled. He reached into the bag while I stood there waiting to see what else he had. He pulled out a cock ring and attached it around the base of my cock, it was cold and so were his hands my cock jumped. He told me I am never to jerk off or remove this. He then pulled out what looked like a butt plug with leather straps attached. It was about 5 inches, he told me to lay on my back and hold my legs up. Without any warning, he shoved the butt plug up my ass without any lube or warning for that matter. It hurt like hell, but the pressure was making my cock so hard and it was now dripping with pre-cum. He pulled the straps and connected them to the cock ring somehow, I felt a lot of pressure on my cock and ass and any movement was very restrictive. He told me to stand, when I did it pulled my cock and balls and I was not able to to move my cock. "Looking more and more like the fag slave you are!" He pulled out a pair of Puma soccer shorts, they were green and looked silky, he commanded me to put them on. I didn't think to much of this until I started to pull them up and realized they were way to small. When he saw me having trouble, he explained they were his 9-year-old brothers soccer shorts and told me to get them on. When I finally got them all the way up, they were so tight my restrained cock outlined the soft but tight silk material. He pulled a chain out of the bag hooked it to my collar and led me to the mirror. He told me to look at myself; I was so humiliated, but hard! "What you have on now except the leash, is your new uniform. This is what you will wear at all times, when you are here alone with me, you will wear this and all other times you will wear this under your clothes; do you understand faggot?" I said yes and he said, "you are to always begin and end all sentences with Master, do you understand bitch!" "Master, yes Master."
So here I was look like a some boy whore, calling a freshmen Master and wearing a 9 year old boys soccer shorts over top of a but plug and cock ring while having a leather collar wrapped around me neck. I was so humiliated, I knew I should have hated what was happening and I did, but there was a part of me that loved every second of it. It hit me though, he couldn't expect me to wear the collar in public and to school??? Master, may I have permission to ask a question, Master?" "What!" "What about my collar, I can't wear it in public." "I have already thought of that" he said, "You dress like a fucking pansy dork, that is going to change right now. I have bought you new clothes." He walked over to his closet and started pulling stuff out. First he pulled out black leather pants and black jeans and then he pulled out a couple black silk like shirts that looked way to small. "Try on the leather pants and this black shirt, now!" I slid on the very tight leather pants and the shirt, which was just as tight. It was a shiny silky material. "Yes, that will work perfect, there are tons of gothic punks type teens out today, you will just tell your parents that's what you are and that is also what will occur at school. Speaking of school you are not to speak to anyone unless I tell you to speak to them." I was so humiliated, I hated those punk looking guys, and now I had to be one and wear a dog collar to school. I had no choice though, what could I do, he owned me.
"I have had enough tonight, lick my shoes clean as payment for me being such a good Master to such a worthless pathetic slave." I kneeled down and began to lick his Nike Air Jordan's clean. The white canvas was soft on my tongue, but I did taste a lot of dirt. I finished and he told me to leave. On my way out the door he handed me an envelope and told me not to read it until I was home. He handed me a couple bags with my new clothes in it and I left looking like a cross between a teen punk and a male prostitute. When I got home it took a couple minutes to actually get the balls to walk into my house where I knew my parents would see me. I finally came in and my mom just looked at me and my dad asked what the hell I was wearing. "I am tired of looking like some little preppy fag, why should I conform to society... I am expressing my individualism." I walked quickly upstairs and did not give them a chance to say anything after all I was 17 years old and my parents typically let me make my own decisions, but of course now I had a freshman making all my decisions. I stripped down to the soccer shorts, cock ring, butt plug and of course the collar that I couldn't remove if I wanted to. I sat down and opened the envelope; it had a letter from Rob that said:
SLAVE,
NOW THAT YOU ARE HOME I KNOW YOU WILL HAVE SOME QUESTIONS AND I ALSO HAVE SOME RULES FOR YOU. THIS LETTER SHOULD CLEAR SOME THINGS UP UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN.
I AM NOT A FAG, YOU ARE MY PUSSY, SLAVE, ENTERTAINMENT, SHOE CLEANER, AND ANYTHING ELSE I TELL YOU TO BE. I WILL HAVE YOU LICK MY ASS, SUCK MY COCK AND BALLS, ANY I WILL FUCK YOUR PUSSY. A FUCK IS A FUCK, BOY OR GIRL.
YOU HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED NOT TO REMOVE THE COLLAR, COCK RING, BUTT PLUG, OR SHORTS. I KNOW YOU WILL FEEL THE NEED TO PISS, SHIT, AND JACK OFF. WELL GET OVER IT, YOU WILL BE AT MY HOUSE EVERY WEEKDAY AT 5PM AT WHICH TIME I WILL DECIDED WHETHER OR NOT TO ALLOW YOU TO SHIT AND PISS. AS FOR JACKING OFF, YOU HAVE NOT BEEN PLACED IN THE WORLD TO HAVE PLEASURE; YOUR ONLY PLEASURE WILL BE SERVING AND PLEASURING ME. THERE MAY BE A TIME WHEN I SEE FIT FOR YOU JACK YOUR PATHETIC COCK OFF. YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH IT OTHERWISE, IF YOU DO AND I WILL KNOW, YOUR PICTURE WILL BE ALL OVER THIS TOWN.
WE WILL ALSO BE MAKING SOME VIDEOS LATER, AFTER ALL I WANT YOU TO HAVE SOME ENTERTAINMENT TO WATCH. THEY WILL BE BENEFICIAL TO BOTH OF US.
MY MOTHER WORKS ON THE WET COAST AND THEREFORE SHE HAS AN APARTMENT. SO MOST OF THE TIME SHE IS THERE. FROM NOW AND ON YOU WILL BE HERE FRIDAYS AT 5PM AND YOU WILL LEAVE SUNDAY NIGHT AT 11PM. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU TELL YOUR PARENTS, BUT THIS IS THE RULE.
AT SCHOOL YOU ARE NOT TO TALK TO ANY STUDENTS, YOU WILL GO TO CLASS OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU FUCKING DO. IF I SEE YOU TALKING TO A STUDENT, YOU WILL BE SORRY. AT LUNCH TIME YOU ARE TO SIT AT A TABLE ALONE, IF SOMEONE JOINS YOU, YOU GET UP SILENTLY AND MOVE TO ANOTHER EMPTY TABLE. IF THERE ARE NO EMPTY TABLES STAND IN THE CORNER.
I WILL SEE YOU TOMORROW AT 5PM, WAIT AT MY BACK DOOR ON ALL FOURS LIKE THE DOG YOU ARE.
Master ROB
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