. . . It's the week before Thanksgiving now. Danny's taking me to a gay spanking party he found out about. It's on Tuesday night. The purpose, he told me, is for all the spank-freaks to "get in a good one" before they have spend a few days with their boring families, frustrated as hell. He told me he went last year and he had a ball and made a few FWB's.
So it's been about ten weeks since "Black Hole Day" –that's what I call the day everything turned to crap. Weird thing, though. It turned out to be a real blessing.
For one thing, the video of me walking down the hall naked and spanked went viral. It's okay because you can't really see my face and I'm lot bigger than then even though it's not all that long. It must be because of the food Danny makes me eat every day. No, he hasn't become my Master, but he initiated a "My Rules in My House" policy and laid the law down about a couple things. 1) I have to be naked all the time even when he has company. 2) I do all the cleaning—that's not bad. After all, it's only 4 rooms, Danny's a neat guy, and it's the least I could do for him keeping me safe here. Yeah, sure, I do hang out in my dorm room sometimes during the day, and I really want to stay close to Craig not only because he has a gorgeous cock but also because he's a really nice guy and a total ally because of his brother. 3) I always eat the stuff he gives me for breakfast, out of a bowl, on the floor, like a puppy. Thank God he's not into dog play. 4) I only get involved with guys the Masters approve of. Fine. I've got a private room. Oh, and a sub-paragraph to this rule is that I get used with guys they share me with. And that's fine too. I'm sure that if I safe worded some nasty guy they'll act on it.
So anyway, all this is still going on. This is the first time Danny's taken me anywhere with him and damn, this is in public! But it's not the first time Danny's treated me like I really do belong to him as his slave. So it's a little weird but so far so good. Especially because of all the crazy things going on around us.
Oh, back to the video. It has sound so you can hear the things some of them were shouting at me, and the curses, and even some of the spitting. GayWorld, the major queer network right now, ran it as part of a documentary on homophobia on college campuses. Dunstun admin are nuts about it even though this school hasn't been identified. There's always the possibility that we'll be found out.
Once GayWorld began to take it up as a cause, Danny sent them the text I got from the old man the day after I took that walk. The one where he disowns me and cuts off all support. Then that got around as well. Dunstun was shitting themselves over that. An anonymous administrator (except I'm always positive it was Larry—more about him later on, I promise) set up a HelpMeOut account to help me stay in college. Somehow a couple of gay admins and straight allies guilted Dunstun into donating enough money to cover the rest of this year and all of next year. Money's been coming in. There's almost enough to cover college plus living expenses. Danny keeps telling me that's not something I have to worry about.
I know I'll always be kept by one Master or another. Maybe even owned. (Please, Danny?) And oh, yes, in case I forget: I'll have no access to any of the money. Slaves don't own stuff, Danny always says. I know that a lot of Doms and Masters don't operate that way, but I'm glad Danny keeps me penniless. Anyway, Larry is the administrator for the fund until at last I am permanently bound to some Master.
I don't know about that. A lot of Masters don't want college students or don't allow them to attend unless they stipulate which program depending on the kind of work they intend to have them do.
Of course, I have my own desires about who I wish I could give myself to. I'm sure you already know who I'm referring to. There's one Dom, however, you don't know about. He's not one of the Masters, but he is Zeke's best friend and there's just something about him. He's only had me twice and he's into things I`m not sure about. But still, I could see how he might get away with remaking me in ways I'm fascinated with but also fear. More about that later.
So that takes care of all that. "Black Hole Day" really ended up a good thing. And do you know what's really weird about it? All the guys in my dorm know it was me but no one has ratted me out yet. Danny says it's inevitable. Someone can make a lot of cash selling out. But maybe it's because as a result of everything, Dunstun has really started cracking down on homophobia so they'll look good. It's working. I could probably just move back to the dorm now and it wouldn't be dangerous any more. But I'd be stupid to do that, even though Craig keeps begging me to. (Hmmmm..maybe I should bribe him . . maybe he'll rent me his dick for 30 or 40 minutes. . . . ) I'll probably get whipped if one of the Masters reads this. Too bad.
So what else do I have to catch you up on? Oh yes, Larry. Larry !!!!!
I think I told you he's a Dom but he's straight. And also that Danny is a friend of his so I ended up groveling naked on the floor in Larry's office while the two of them sat there talking. Danny said something about me doing it frequently but then "Black Hole Day" (BHD from now on) happened and Larry was one of the people who helped me hold it together, especially right at the beginning. Not only did he come to our suite several nights in a row, but he also managed to get our seminar group speaking openly about BHD because they were all there so they know everything anyway.
Larry's doing a wonderful job encouraging people to think more like allies. Even Austin the Homophobe is loosening up. He even went out bowling once night with Craig and me. We had a pretty good time. He started teasing me. He said that I had to remove one article of clothing for every gutter ball I got. Shit, I would have been naked in no time!
So anyway, Larry is most definitely one of the best people I met since I started school here.
I wrote earlier that Danny is taking me to a spanking party tonight. Let me say more about that. The six Masters who've been taking charge of me, especially since BHD, belong to some kind of association of guys interested in kinky stuff. Once a month they throw some kind of theme party, usually focused on one type of activity. Danny doesn't go all the time, but about a month ago Brett told me was going to bring me to "Nipple Night" when they set a date for it.
Ouch. Brett is amazing. He toys with my mind better than all the others. It's a good thing he isn't interested in owning me permanently because he is probably the only guy in the group (besides Danny) that I might surrender myself to. I'm sure he could get me to the point where I'd be begging him to make me his property. He came and picked me up at 3 pm the day of the event and worked me over at his place, body and mind and spirit. He got me to submit to things I never did before, to push beyond limits a couple times, to get lost more deeply in slave space than I even imagined possible. All the time, for about three and half hours, he never touched my nipples. Never went near them.
I swear, he got me to the point at the party where he "put me in the right mood." I started crying while I was begging him to take them and he reached out and just grazed them both with his rough-skinned thumbs and I almost passed out. He got me so plugged in that he never really had to hurt me at all. The slightest thing he did had me crying out and screamin,g I was so turned on.
"Pain is as much in the mind as in the body. You can train a mind to take limit-breaking torture, but you can also train a mind the other way, where just a little work makes the slave ready to safe word because the sensation is so mind-blowing and intense." And he demonstrated what kind of shape he had me in and how he turned me into a total slut begging him to take me farther than I've ever been before.
Danny's just the opposite. He's always working to toughen me up. "Expand your yellows, faggot," he says, meaning that I have to learn to take more pain before I safe-word. More and more. He told me he noticed that nipple pain makes me open my throat up more than ever. He'll have me clamped and hurting so badly that tears are flowing and he's able to make me deep throat him without even choking because I'm so hot to surrender myself to him. That was one of the disadvantages (or advantages, depending on how I look at it. ) Living near him the way I do means that I'm almost always sore. He loves it when he can just walk by me, take a nipple and have me on my knees in just a few seconds---and it happens a lot! Someone asked him if he thought of having them pierced. He refused. "I want them raw on a faggot," he told him.
This is gonna be interesting tonight. Especially because except for the first few times, Danny never spanks my ass. Sure, he gave me the first really painful over-the-top thrashing I ever got, but since I moved in he hasn't done it. His main thing is the flogger. He has several and each of them has a different "flavor" or "bite." A couple deliver more pleasure than outright pain and he's treated me to a couple sessions with those. He had one guy he knows come to watch because he wanted the guy to see what it was like when he turned me into a starving slut because he had me so turned on.
And a couple of them really like to punish a slave with a lousy attitude. I learned that well more than once. One time, in fact, Larry was pissed off at me because I caused a scene in class one day and was arguing irrationally with everyone else. So what did he do? He made arrangements for Danny to punish me and he let any of the guys in the class who wanted to watch what happens to slaves when they forget they're slaves and act like brats.
Only three of the guys took him up on the offer. Austin the Homophobe, of course, and also Jimmy and Chandler. Danny blindfolded me so I didn't know it when Chandler got upset and had to leave once I started crying and begging Danny to stop. He didn't know that Danny always took me to that point. It was a signal to him that I was at my limit, but he kept going past that for as much as he thought necessary to have the punishment be effective.
Fuck! On the on hand, I hate the fact that there are a few men in my life who can take me that far, but on the other hand, the IDEA that there are men in my life who have the power and the right to whip me so badly is a humiliating turn-on of the highest order.
So anyway, I know this is going to be an over-the-top limit breaking evening because Danny's been getting me spiritually prepared for it. He's trying to help me grasp that submission to a Master is an intensely spiritual experience when the right people are involved. so he's been taking a blue streak since I got home from classes. Spiritual translates as rough physical, apparently. He bound my hands behind me and worked my balls until I bent over so far from one blow that I almost fell to the floor. After that he locked me in his cage blindfolded and poked me with electro-sticks all over until I safeworded, and then, his piece de resistance: nipple work until I got on the ground and begged him to feed me his piss then swallowed every drop of it. Back in the cage I went until right before we left. Then he gave me my supper in the bowl so I could get my head into the right space. Before we left, he also made me give him the key to my cage.
As usual, Danny drove me there naked which was especially humiliating because they had kind of a social thing for while and I was the only one stripped right from the beginning. It was a funny kind of party. A number of huge men were parked on a few benches, just to spank with their big hands. funny enough, there were a few guys there dressed really preppy but with jeans and white bvd's. They'd drape themselves over the men's fat laps and it was all pretty systematic. They got hit over the jeans, then the jeans lowered to show their white underpants. Some of the guys were squirming and crying at that point. A few had their underpants taken down and ended up getting their bare red asses thrashed. I never saw anything like that before. Nothing was said and there was no communication between them and the spankers. When they finally had enough, they would simply just get up, pull up their pants and walk away. Danny told me that a couple of those boys would socialize for an hour or so and then go back for more. Shit. I could go for that. But Danny had other things in mind for me.
He wanted me to be reduced to a state of abject slavery. Yes, I was gonna get the thrashing of my life for sure, but that wasn't all. Danny was planning something for me that I never expected or imagined. I'll tell you more about it the next time.
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