MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK
PART 7 - FROM SIR TO PUSSY IN A GOLDEN SHOWER.
It was now Tuesday morning, two days after Master Rob's party, I was sat in the kitchen of the new basement flat I was living in, which Master Rob had rented to me for the next 6 months. I was eating some toast and drinking a large cup of coffee, sat there naked except for the red sued ankle boots with the 4 inch high heels. As the rules of the flat was that when in the flat I was to be naked at all times, wearing only my cock ring and butt plug which was only to be removed when I needed a shit. The exception was only allowed with footwear, as all the floors in the flat were dark red mahogany stained timber, which was cold on the feet after a while. The footwear had however to match the decor of the flat, which had been painted through out in pillar box red on the walls, pink painted woodwork and the ceilings throughout from wall to wall was covered in mirrors. So as the only footwear I had which was red high heels or black winkle pickers I was stuck wearing only the red ankle boots.
There were three main strange points I had noted about the flat on first arrival, apart from the decor was that all the doors to the rooms had been removed and now had large iron barred gates, which where locked back against the walls. The lighting throughout was wall mounted torches, like the ones you see in medieval times with adjustable electric torch bulbs that could illuminate as normal or be turned down to look like a flickering flame. The final major thing I noticed was in the bathroom which was tiled out in pillar box red ceramic tiles, NO TOILET as such, the toilet was like the ones you get on the continent, with two raised foot pedestals and a hole in the ground tray, it also combined as a shower, to compliment the large sunken bath and wash basin. The first morning I had used the toilet was very strange especially with Steve standing watching and talking to me from the open doorway immediately in front of me. I felt quite humiliated standing in a slightly squat position trying to urinate and defecate with a very young man stood watching, but I eventually managed it.
All of Sunday I had been locked in the flat as I had no keys yet, Master Rob would get a duplicate set made on Monday for me, but until then I could just rest up in the flat. Steve and his two young friends who I now new as Mark 1 and Mark 2 lived in the two flats above. The ground floor was Steve's and the two Marks lived on the top flat. There was a back door to my flat which led out onto an internal staircase which took me up to a large double garage at the back of the house, opening onto an alleyway at the back. The other two flats likewise had access to this stairway. Which is how Steve and the two Marks normally came and went. I had fallen into a deep sleep on returning here from the party after all the action that had taken place. The bedroom was immediately to the left of the front door, to the right was the lounge, decorated as the rest of the flat, it had a large cast iron double bed fixed to the floor in the middle of the room. Bedding was sparse, consisting of a large shinny red rubber sheet covering the mattress and four shinny pink PVC covered pillows. Tired and naked I fell onto the bed and just before nodding of to sleep spotted the CCTV camera mounted high up in the corner of the wall. As I later discovered every room and even the hall and garage had a similar CCTV camera. Without any further thought I slipped into a deep dream full sleep, still throwing a raging bonner.
Last night however having received a set of keys to the flat earlier, Steve and the two Mark's asked me out to their local pub. I explained though that as I had no money I would not be able to join them. Steve had other plans though, which at the time I did not see coming. Also I was getting worked up about Tuesday, as that was the day I had to go to work, only up to lunch time before I had to see my supervisor and hand in my resignation letter. The letter was in a thick brown sealed envelope on the kitchen table, what was in it I don't know, as I had not read it when Chris gave it to me to sign at the Party. It was also going to be humiliating enough having to go in dressed only in the worn, threadbare Levi's jeans and trucker jacket and black winkle picker boots. This being a far cry from my usual slacks, shirt, tie and sports jacket, as well as now sporting my bleach blond ruffled hair style, pink nail polished finger and toe nails and pink lipstick, which I had been told by Master Rob to maintain.
At Steve's command I found myself at 7.30 Monday night walking round the corner from the flat into the street, and outside the shop where I had waited for getting picked up for Master Robs Party on Saturday, dressed in my Levi's and red high heeled boots. Tonight though instead of waiting in the small shop doorway I was standing by the lamp post on the kerb edge. It wasn't long before a large old 4 x 4 pulled up along side and the window wound down slightly. I could not see in the dark of the vehicle, but a voice asked me from inside, which I thought I recognised but couldn't place, "Do you do three's at a time Boy" I just mumbled back yes, "What's the price for two blow jobs and one fucking your pussy arse ?". I remembered the prices Steve had given me and quickly added it up, I told the voice my price ninety pounds the lot. The voice suggested discount for a party and offered seventy. What had I become here stood on the street acting like a Rent Boy, haggling a price for my services. We eventually agreed on Eighty pounds. The front door opened and I got in, Ohh Nooo, the three lads in the car where lads from my class I was going to have to hold for the last time tomorrow.
I sat in complete silence, very red faced, and feeling totally degraded by my situation, having been found out by three of my students that I was nothing but a Rent Boy, which had just sold my services to them for eighty pounds. We drove to the multi story car park at the end of the road and up to level three. Out of the car I asked for the money, then dropping to my knees I gave two of them a blow job. There was nothing said, except the smirk on all their faces said everything it had to. With cum spilling down my chin, I stood up, pulled my skin tight Levi's jeans down around my ankles lent forward over the bonnet of the car, splayed my legs as far as I could, and pulled my butt plug from my pussy hole. The last one with his cock fully erect, shoved it dry, hard into my pussy. I gave out a gasp and as he thrust back and forth could not help myself.
Nick : "Ohhhh Yessss, FUCK ME PLEASE, HARDER, AHHHHH, PLEASE SIR I NEED YOUR CUM, FILL MY PATHETIC PUSSY WITH YOUR SEED SIR, Ohhhhh Yeessss!!"
It did not take this young man long and I could feel his juices soaking the inside of my Pussy, God that felt so good. I replaced the butt plug, gasping for air slightly I bent over and pulled my jeans up.
Nick : "THIS PUSSY BOY THANKS YOU SIR AND HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED YOURSELVES TONIGHT"
The three lads just smirked back, one did nod, then spit on the floor, before telling me they had got my mobile number now so they may be back in touch. Then as they drove off one shouted from the open window. "SEE YOU IN CLASS TOMORROW PUSSY BOY".
I walked back up the road from the car park, cum drying on my chin before I realised it I just wiped my chin with my hand and liked my hand clean, it tasted so good. I had got back to the flat at about 8.15 p.m. and met up with Steve and the two Marks as they came out, and we all went off to the pub. The only thing I changed when I got back was my boots for the black winkle pickers as my feet and legs were killing me from the walk back up from the car park.
Now here on Tuesday morning I was not looking forward to going into work for my final half day. Then tonight I was going to have to go to the University where I was studying for a further qualification to terminate my course as ordered by my Master. So by the end of today all ties with my past would be broken and ended for good, my New status as a PUSSY SLAVE BOY NICK would start in full. The institute where I worked was in the next town about fifteen miles away. I was a sort of instructor / teacher in basic IT skills for lads and lasses that had committed minor crime and ordered by the court to undergo training orders. All students were aged between 18 - 21 years and this morning class if I remember right was the lads for a double period. My stomach turned at the prospect as I had serviced three of them last night no doubt the other seven if they turn up will also be told. It was my Master Rob's wishes so what the hell here we go, time to get ready and get off.
I arrived at the institute dressed in my skin tight, worn, denims, black boots and pink crash helmet riding the bright pink painted off road trials motor bike Master Rob, had given me for my transport, as he had said it comes with the flat so you may as well use it. I walked into the classroom, all the students already there, and all of them smirking and giggling. So they all knew now about my new life. I started the lesson, Dave the lad who had fucked me last night stood up.
Dave : "We don't take lessons from PUSSY BOYS. They take lessons from us, do you understand NICK You disgusting little FUCK BOY BITCH."
Nick : "Dave, as I am the teacher here you will do as I say and you will address me as SIR, I hope that is clear to all of you" (I try and bluff this out I only have this lesson to go before I resign.)
Dave : "No you understand, You will now address us as SIR, you are just a fuck hole receptacle as these photographs we took last night of you show, would you prefer if I put them up on the institutes notice board ?"
Nick : "Look Dave, I mean SIR, I am here to teach you and ..."
Dave : "WELL PUSSY BOY IF YOUR HERE TO TEACH US YOU SHOULD DO IT RIGHT, I WANT YOU STRIPPED OFF STARK BOLLOCK NAKED, NOW !!!"
I freeze look around at all the gloating faces, unable to move, then two lads move in on me and I just stand there. One of the lads just whispers Master Rob will not be very pleased in my ear. On hearing this I realise I have lost and quickly remove my boots, jeans and jacket. I now stand before the class naked and hairless. My face burns and must be glowing like a beetroot. I am then bent over my desk whilst the whole class takes it in turn to spank my pussy cheeks with the board ruler, six of the best from each. My pussy is on fire and tears roll down my face and I sob loudly as each blow strikes, after each stroke having to thank the young Sir for my punishment. Then I am made to stand in the corner sucking the thumb of my left hand whilst wanking myself off with my right. The bonner I have has not once gone down since Friday and the piercing in my cock end with the bell attached rings out wildly. The whole class is laughing at me and making derogatory remarks about me.
Suddenly there is a knock at the classroom door and I stop playing with myself and shout out for them, who ever it is to wait. I am told by Dave to continue what I had to do, and shouts for them to enter. It's Mary a student from another class, she stops and stares at me stood in the corner, tears rolling down my face sucking my thumb and wanking myself off. I realise my face must now be the colour of my spanked pussy buns.
Mary : "This class certainly looks more interesting than ours, why is your teacher playing with himself in the corner Dave, and why is he naked and hairless?.
Dave : "Tell her PUSSY BOY"
Nick : "YES SIR, I AM A PUSSY BOY, A REAL FUCK BOY BITCH AND SLAVE BOY I PREFER TO GO AROUND NAKED AND I LIKE TO SHAVE MY BODY OF ALL BODY HAIR REGULARLY, ALL THE SIR'S IN THIS CLASS WANTED TO SEE ME STOOD IN THIS CORNER SUCKING MY THUMB AND PLAYING WITH MYSELF AND I LIKE TO PLEASE THEM SO THAT IS WHY I AM HERE."
At that point I start to feel my stomach tighten and my ball sacks boil and I orgasm, but as normal NOTHING comes forth from my cock except a small amount of Pre Cum. This is hilarious for all the class including Mary. At Mary's suggestion that I was now all sweaty and smelly I should really be given a shower. I was then taken by the whole class and Mary down the main corridor, naked, and paraded into the gym changing rooms. I was told to kneel in the shower area and one by one the class came up to me opened their flies and pissed all over me, some ordered me to look up at them and open my mouth, so I could drink their golden shower of piss, as well as get washed down by it. So here I was from teacher SIR to PUSSY BOY before my students getting a Golden Shower from them and lapping it up.
I then had to walk back with them naked as I was and dripping with piss to the classroom where I was allowed to get dressed. Dave made me leave the Levi's trucker jacket fully open at the front, and carrying my letter of resignation and pink crash helmet paraded by the class to my supervisors office. The students waited outside whilst I saw Brian, I could tell he could smell the piss still soaking and dripping off my body and now soaked jeans. He said nothing but read the letter and looked at all the enclosed photographs. I stood humiliated before him, head and eyes bent down to the floor. He just took one look at me.
Brian : " Accepted with great pleasure, by all I can see here and what I have stood in front of me. NOW GET OUT OF THIS INSTITUTION and don't bother coming back YOU PISS SMELLING PUSSY SLAVE BOY"
I left the office just as the bell for changing classes rang and had to walk through the whole building to the back doors out to the car park. I got on my motor bike and not looking back rode out onto the road and back to my flat.
To be continued......