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Taught A Humiliating Lesson Part 4: Mr. Simm's Bad Frat House Visit By Thomas Sinclair
It's 8pm... 10 hours ago Professor Simm was a normal man, a teacher, respected. Everything was good in his life. But now... he's a soon to be slave, sitting naked in the back of a slave patrol car in the middle of the worst day of his life.
He's being driven back to the college, his former employer, by Sanchez, a former student and current slave cop, for Taylor's big frat party tonight.
Simm sits in the back watching all the lights go by. He knows he's close to the school. He recognizes it all.
He's thinking about the party. About how he knew about this thing for weeks. Taylor always talked about it. He was in fact getting annoyed hearing about it.
And now he's not only gonna be there... naked... but also probably the nights entertainment.
As they drive... they pass the gas station where he usually filled up his car on Friday mornings. The same car that's now in the hands of the police.
He sees the restaurant him and Sarah would go to Saturday nights.
He is/was a creature of habit. That makes this all the more unbelievable and painful. He doesn't know what's to come.
The car finally arrives at the school. He's driven through the entrance.
He remember driving through this entrance years ago for his interview. The pride he felt. The feeling of home he's felt since. And now... he feels horrified.
He can't believe he's back. Part of him wishes he was just taken to jail. What he dreads is another public display of nude humiliation. But Luckily it's night time... and fewer people will be around.`
Sanchez parks and gets out.
Simm takes in a deep breath getting ready for the unknown. The door opens and he's grabbed and led around again on his leash.
It's cooler now than before. Less comfortable. No mid afternoon sun keeping his naked body warm. But, as wrong as it sounds to anyone who cares about justice and freedom, a soon to be slave in his position has no rights to covering. No rights to comfort.
As he's led through campus, Simm thinks of all the times he worked late grading papers or after a game at the gym and would walk the campus at night. He found it very relaxing. It was one of the pleasures he actually looked forward too during a stressful day in class.
All that's gone. And now he's naked, leashed. His dick out for everyone to see. Feelings of comfort have been replaced with embarrassment, anxiety, stress.
Sanchez walks Simm down a dimly lit path towards the frat house.
For the first time they pass someone. A young couple apparently on a date. Young guy and girl walking hand in hand. They see Simm coming their way. They both give a glance over. She giggles. They keep on moving. To them, Simm's a passing giggle. And forgotten.
Finally they get to the frat house. When they get to the front door Sanchez unlocks the leash from his collar. He talks to Simm like a dumb dog.
Sanchez "Now I'm going to trust you to behave. You, of all people know the consequences. Be a good boy and do what your told. If you understand I want you to nod."
Simm is so embarrassed. To be talked to like that by a former student, not even a good student. It's just one additional humiliation on top of everything else he's had to go through today.
But he does what he's told and nods.
Sanchez, knowing full well how degrading this is for Simm, puts his hand on Simm's wavy thick brown hair, moves it away from his face and then pats his head. Good boy.
Sanchez notices how Simm's hair is so thick and lush.
"You know we're gonna have to shave all that off when you're convicted. You're gonna look good. All clean cut. Not like a fucking hippie."
They walk in. For Sanchez this brings back fond memories. He's hasn't walked through this door in a few years.
Simm has never been in the frat house before. It's a swirl of emotions. He's naked. Has to act subservient to these guys. The place is getting ready for a party. He's never been a frat guy to begin with.
This particular frat house has mostly jocks and non intellectuals. Not Simm's target audience right now.
He tells Simm "Stay here" while he goes off and looks around. He leaves Simm just standing there like a naked fool.
Now Simm, alone for the first time, has a new but minor problem. What to do with my hands? Suddenly every move he makes he scrutinizes. Do I let my hands hang by my side? Do I fold them with the possibility of looking defensive? Do I cover up my genitals? Even though he's gotten used to being naked in public, it seems every time he ends up in a new location nude he gets the feeling he wants to cover up all over again. It's a renewed humiliation every time.
He just decides to let his hands drop to the side and tilts his head down.
He hears students walking around but doesn't want to look up. Simm is standing near the front door in the foyer. It's a large house. A staircase is in front of him that leads to many bedrooms. He's near a large living-room and TV room. It's all getting set up for the party.
Suddenly the door opens and four frat brothers come in with supplies for the party. Lots and lots of beer and chips.
They see a naked guy standing there.
Frat guy "Who the fuck is this? Someone got Taylor pissed."
He slaps Simm's ass. It's all in fun. They think he's another frat brother.
One of the frat guys is Charles, he's in Simm's class and saw it all go down this afternoon.
Charles "Wait dudes. I recognize that ass. I told you guys what happened. Charles slaps Simm in the butt much much harder.
Charles "Hey Mr. Simm. How's it hangin?"
His buddy Bobby drops a case of beer in front of Simm and looks directly at his dick.
Bobby "looks like it's hanging pretty good. Geeze Mr. Simm... didn't know you were packing heat there. Bobby flicks Simm's impressive hanging dick as it swings back and forth a few times.
Simm just feels like a piece of meat right now. He just hopes he doesn't get aroused again.
Charles "You should have seen him in class. When that cop made him get naked. And how he got spanked by Taylor. Was classic dude. He got so hard. He liked it. Careful. Don't get him started. He was precumming like all over the place."
The guys all moan "ew." Bobby gets away from Simm's dick.
Bobby "Hey... since he's here, can't we use him to do some of this shit?"
Charles "Good fucking idea man."
Bobby to Simm "You take this to the kitchen." He hands Simm the heavy case of beer. Simm takes it. He can't believe this freshman is ordering him around.
Simm follows Bobby and Charles into the kitchen and puts the beer on the floor.
Bobby "Hey I didn't say put it down idiot. God you slaves are fucking stupid. I don't know what it is. My dad had a slave for a few years when I was a kid and I swear he was the dumbest shit on the planet. Before he was slaving for us the guy was some executive at a company that swindled millions. He was pretty rich at some point and smart. But man... get you guys naked and following orders and you don't know shit."
Charles notices Bobby's aggression "Shit dude. Where did that all come from?"
Bobby "It's how you gotta treat 'em. I know what I'm talking about."
Charles "I don't care if daddy had a slave or not. You're still cleaning the upstairs toilets." Charles laughs then walks off.
Bobby looks at Simm just standing there. "You think you can clean a bathroom?"
Simm thinks of an answer but Bobby stops him from speaking.
Bobby "I don't need you to answer it dummy. It was one of those... what do you call it? Hypothetical questions. Just come with me."
All Simm can think is "What an idiot." He feels like he's just property now being passed from person to person. But he realizes that's exactly what he is or what he will be after the trial. Just a piece of property.
He has no say in anything. This stupid 19 year old kid orders him to follow and he has to follow. For the rest of his life it's gonna be sadistic control freaks like him or Taylor or that 15 year old kid at his apartment complex.
Everyone needs someone to order around and be superior to... just to make themselves feel better.
Simm follows Bobby up the back stairs and to the second floor. They enter the bathroom. It's disgusting.
Bobby "The cleaning supplies are under the sink. Be sure to get the toilet. Floor. Tub. Sink. Fuck... you know what to do. I want this place spotless."
Simm never even cleans his own toilet. He has... had a maid come to his place one a week to clean.
Simm stands there for a second without moving. Bobby is getting annoyed "Come on teach... do it."
Simm bends down and opens the cabinet under the sink and grabs some cleaning stuff.
Bobby "That's a good boy. I'll be back in a half hour. This place better be clean."
Bobby leaves. Simm stands there holding a bottle of cleaning spray and looks in the mirror. He looks like someone else. This isn't him.
His mind is still not grasping it. He's naked in some strange bathroom, cleaning, taking orders from idiots. He just looks at himself. He imagines that not only will he be doing menial chores the rest of his life but he's also going to be naked.
These flashes of thoughts, these painful ideas are driving him crazy. Will he ever wear a warm shirt again? Ever feel the comfort of underwear holding his balls in place. Socks keeping his feet warm. The idea of wearing clothes is something he is starting to think of as a luxury.
He snaps out of it then grabs toilet paper and sprays cleaning fluid on the toilet.
It's really gross. There are shit stains on the seat. It wreaks of piss. All he thinks is "These guys have terrible aim."
Simm humiliatingly gets on his knees and starts wiping away. He doesn't even have gloves to use.
As he's bent over cleaning, Taylor comes to the bathroom doorway and sees Simm but Simm can't see him. His backside is facing Taylor.
Taylor has a great view of Simm's balls and ass. Simms long balls are swaying back and forth as he cleans. His asshole is in full view.
Taylor imagines himself kicking Simm in the balls just now. He'd love to that. But holds back.
Then he has another thought. As he looks at Simm's asshole. Taylor's not gay but sex is about power and for just a moment he thinks about how it would be to fuck Simm right now. Just shove his hard dick in that guys virgin asshole and show him who's boss.
It actually gets Taylor's blood flowing. But he snaps out of it. He's never fucked a guy before. Or a slave. And fucking a slave is an owner's right and he's not Simms owner.
Instead Taylor clears his head and walks in. "Hey Bitch."
Simm looks back and sees him. Taylor wearing nothing but a towel.
Simm cringes inside. Of all the horrible things that has happened today... and there's been a lot... this for some reason feels the most personal. There's something about a man's bathroom where so much of his dirty private business is done. Where you go to prepare before you head out into the world. And now Simm is at his most vulnerable... naked and obeying orders as he looks up at this kid who hates him... in nothing but towel.
Simm notices Taylor looks good. Strong upper body. Muscular legs. His package, while not as impressive as Simm's is still pretty nice under the cloth.
Simm goes back to cleaning as Taylor goes to the sink and does his hair for the party.
The whole time Taylor's leg is brushing against Simm's backside. Simm's very aware of it. Since getting stripped and paraded naked his senses to every part of his body are stronger. He know every tiny touch is intentional on Taylor's part too. But Simm keeps cleaning as Taylor preps.
As Taylor looks in the mirror... "Been having a fun day? I heard about your shoe licking incident at the restaurant. Wish I could have seen that. Maybe we'll have you as the party shoe licker tonight." He laughs.
At this point Simm has no idea if he's kidding or not. After everything's that happened, anything is possible.
Taylor intentionally knocks over a bottle of hair gel. Simm hears it fall and is not sure if he should pick it up.
Before this happened, he was so confident and in charge and now he's over thinking everything and nervous.
Taylor "You gonna pick that up idiot?"
Simm grabs it and hands it to Taylor. "Well done." They make eye contact.
Taylor "You know what... since you liked licking shoes... how about you lick mine right now."
Simm looks at Taylor's feet. He's barefoot of course. He's not sure. Does he want him to lick his feet?
"Let's go dummy. Let's see how much you've changed."
Simm turns to Taylor and stares right at his feet. They are pretty big. Must be size 12 or 13. Long toes. A tiny bit of blonde hairs on each toe. Simm also notices they are really well manicured. You notice these things when you're about to lick someone's foot.
He's also grateful. It might be a small consolation prize but if he's going to lick a foot at least it's a clean one.
Simm leans in and gets closer and closer. He has his face flush with Taylor's ankle. He doesn't want to do it of course but he leans in more then kisses his upper foot.
Taylor feels a rush of superiority. Satisfaction. Ego.
"Yeah bitch. That's what I'm talking about. Keep going. Lick each toe."
Simm reluctantly follows orders like an obedient bitch. He starts with the big toe, gently touching it with his tongue. It's not a full licking but the point is made."
Even though Taylor's toes are well groomed he can detect an odor. Just normal foot odor. As he smells it, he just can't believe that he knows that little fact. He knows what Taylor's feet smell like out of the shower. It's an odd thought to have isn't it? He's thinking how stupid it is to be even thinking that. He wants to laugh at the stupidity of it all but he keeps going.
He licks the rest of his toes. After he licks the pinkie toe he stops.
Taylor "That's good for now buddy. Maybe some more later. Feet are gonna be pretty stanky around 2am."
Simm just wants this to be over with and goes back to cleaning. Then Taylor says something that sends a shiver down Simm's back.
Taylor "I gotta pee."
When will this end? Simm tries to get out of the way.
Taylor "I didn't say move idiot. Stay right there."
Simm can't see Taylor but feels his leg brushing against his naked leg.
Simm's almost ready to freak out. Taylor is gonna piss right there. Simm turns his head and looks up. Taylor's towel is off hanging on his shoulder and his cock is hanging out. It's above average. Not too long when soft but kind of thick. Taylor aims it right at Simm and the toilet right next to him.
Taylor "Better hang on loser. I have a strong stream and been drinking a lot today."
Simm moves a little out of the way waiting for it... after a few moments of disgusting anticipation... Taylor lets loose. A powerful stream of piss hits the toilet. Most of it does. It passes by Simm's face within inches. He can feel it go by.
Simm closes his eyes as Taylor's piss bounces off the porcelain and sprays some in his face.
Taylor keeps going for almost a minute and then it starts to fade.
"Yeah man. Woooo!. That was a good one. Hope I didn't mess up your good work. When you're done I'll grade it. Taylor rubs Simm's head like a pet.
Taylor "Look at me."
Simm looks up from his all fours position. Taylor's still naked and his dick is still out and just inches from Simm's face.
Taylor "Maybe next time I'll have you drink it. You'd like that I bet."
Taylor puts his towel back on then takes out his tooth brush and talks to Simm as he's brushing.
Taylor "Did you know they already replaced you? They told us Professor Walker was taking over the class. Now him I like. He's not a fucking idiot like you."
Simm knows Walker. The two never really got along but were friendly. Simm never considered him too bright.
"You know I just came up with a great idea. I still haven't worked on my project but maybe you can be my project. Something like a before and after. Proof that the system works. I don't know. Gotta come up with an angle. But that would be awesome. The class would love it. I gotta wait and see who buys you tomorrow."
Taylor finishes brushing then looks at his old squashed brush with the flat bristles. "I need a new brush."
He smiles after getting an idea. Taylor sucks the hands end of the tooth brush getting it all lubed up then leans in to Simm's asshole and touches it with the brush. Simm's asshole puckers up and Simm retracts a bit.
"Calm down boy. You ever have anything up there? A fag bitch like you must have."
Taylor inserts the tooth brush in Simm's ass. It's tight.
"I guess you really are a tight ass huh?" He laughs and shoves harder.
Simm's never had anything up there before and it's obviously uncomfortable. But now it races through his mind that he could become a sex slave and used any way his owner wants. If a toothbrush feels like this much discomfort what would something larger like an erect penis feel like?
Male slaves are not always used for sex. They can end up in many different situations.
If they are used for sex it can in itself vary from household to household. Male slaves can be fucked by a gay or female owner just for the fun of it, or the owner is straight but he fucks the slave for the humiliation aspect and destroying his self esteem... this only works if the slave is straight as well.
Then sometimes they are used as surrogates to impregnate a woman who's husband is infertile. These hybrid kids are actually special. They often grow up with the sperm donating slave working for the family. The child becomes the father's owner.
Simm knows all this of course being a "former" teacher of slave studies. Sometimes too much knowledge is a bad thing. He knows all the possibilities ahead for him.
As all this goes through his mind... Taylor's tooth brush is going up Simm's ass. And Taylor's doing a pretty good job at it right now as he wiggles the brush deeper and deeper.
Simm feels discomfort as expected but he's also getting aroused again. I guess when you have something wiggling near your prostate that'll happen. He really needs to orgasm. He's going crazy. It's like one giant tease.
Suddenly Bobby comes by and see what's going on.
Bobby "Dude, what the hell are you doing?"
Taylor let's go of the brush and gets back up.
Taylor "You don't talk to me like that freshman. I'm having fun with the teach here. You know I think I'll keep that there for a while."
Simm can't believe he now has to keep this brush in his asshole. He also hopes Taylor doesn't notice what the brush has done to his dick.
Simm is so hard right now and pre cumming again. He's go so much cum stored inside it's amazing he hasn't exploded yet.
Taylor may not have noticed Simm's dick but Bobby has. "Looks like he was enjoying it."
Taylor then sees it too. "Told you. This guy's a freak. Get up bitch."
Simm follows orders and gets up with the brush still in his ass. Simm's big dick is pointing out at the guys as they stare at him. Pre cum drips a few drops from his dick. Simm is exploding with sexual energy.
Bobby "He really loves this shit."
Taylor leans in as he's walking away "Keep cleaning bitch."
Simm doesn't know how much more he can take.
After Taylor leaves, Bobby shuts the door.
Bobby "I want you to just stand there."
Bobby looks Simm over. Then he surprisingly reaches forward and grabs Simm's hard dick and stokes it. His dick and Bobby's hand gets all covered in cum. Bobby takes his hand and licks some of the cum off of it.
Simm is thinking "What the fuck is going on?"
"You have to keep your mouth shut. No one knows I'm gay. I always wanted be with a straight guy."
Simm knows he can't do anything., If he fights back Bobby can say anything he wants.
Bobby first goes for Simm's nipples. He pinches one a little and then very hard. Simm moans with pain and pleasure. Then Bobby squeezes the other one. Then he leans in and sucks on them.
Simm can't believe that yet again it feels good but he's not gay. Simm's dick is getting harder and he can't stop it.
Bobby lifts Simm's arm and sticks his nose into his armpit. Simm smells terrible right now. Ever since the shower this afternoon he's been sweating just from pure panic and humiliation. Simm has a natural scent about him. Not too pungent. Slightly musky. He's also moderately hairy there. Light brown. Bobby then sticks his tongue out and licks it and sniffs in the aroma all as the same time.
Simm is slightly ticklish and doing his best not to flinch.
Bobby spends a good few minutes sniffling and licking his pitt. After he's done he lowers his arm then leans in to his face.
Simm thinks "Oh my God. Is he going to kiss me?" It's one thing to be groped by another man but to be kissed?
This is one of those moments that Simm keeps experiencing today. The idea that it can't get worse than this. Then it does.
Bobby leans in and kisses Mr. Simm on the lips. Simm doesn't kiss back. He just stands there still and numb. Bobby kisses him a few times as he licks Simm's lips. He pushes harder with his lips and tongue. It's all one sided. Simm's teeth are clenched but that doesn't stop Bobby. He licks his teeth with his tongue.
All the while Simm has stayed hard.
Bobby caresses Simm's hair the whole while. It's so soft and thick. It feels so awesome in his fingers.
He kisses his neck and the chin. He licks his cheeks and nibbles on his ear.
Bobby has unzipped his fly and taken out his dick. He's stroking himself as he does all this.
Then Bobby looks down at Simm's erection. He rubs both their dicks together and strokes. He loves it.
Then he makes doubly sure the bathroom door is locked and gets down on his knees.
At this point Simm's knees are slightly shaking from nerves. He doesn't believe this is really happening. How is this possible?
Bobby stares directly into Simm's hard dick. His piss hole. His shaft. Pubes. Balls. He caresses Simm's balls. They are smooth and soft. Then he leans in and sniffs his shaft. He takes it all in. Every smell is heaven for this kid.
What he really loves most is that this is a straight guy. Not a faggot. While Bobby has an attraction for men... it's an attraction for masculine straight men. Not gays. It's an odd distinction but it makes sense in his head.
Bobby has crushes on so many guys in the frat. He always steals a look in the showers or glances at their packages in their shorts at night when they walk around in their underwear.
He dreams of slipping one of them a drug to knock them out and have his way. But now he doesn't have to. He doesn't have to fantasize and glace or anything... he's got Simm right there all to himself and Simm can't do anything about it.
Bobby sees the pre cum dripping from his piss hole. He sticks out his tongue and licks it off.
Simm is so aroused right now. He doesn't care anymore that this kid is a dude. He just wants to have an orgasm and it doesn't matter who gives it to him.
Bobby opens his mouth wide and puts Simm's dick inside. For Simm it feels so amazing. It's warm and moist. All he feels is tongue and lips.
Simm has gotten blow jobs before of course but all from girls. He never thought he'd get one from a guy.
For Bobby it's delicious. A teacher's dick. A straight man's dick. He wants this to last forever. It sits in his mouth as he sucks it slowly But Simm wants to cum right now.
Bobby is just about to start going to town on Simm's cock when there's a knock at the door.
Bobby jolts back up.
He turns Simm around and back down on his knees. He pushes his own dick back in his shorts, zips up and starts yelling at Simm and unlocks the door.
"I told you idiot to clean the toilet. I should have you fucking lick it."
The door opens and it's Jake, Simm's former student, muscular and who is very sympathetic to him.
He sees Simm on the floor, a tooth brush sticking out of his ass and Bobby yelling at him.
Jake "Jesus. What the fuck's going on freshman?"
Bobby "I'm just telling the slave how to clean."
Jake "Did you put that tooth brush in there?"
Bobby "No. Taylor did that."
Jake "This is ridiculous."
Jake leans down, grabs the brush and slowly pulls it from Simm's ass. Simm's never felt anything like this before. Jake doesn't realize he's driving Simm nuts.
It finally comes out. Simm is still naturally hard. Not only from the blow job he was just getting but also the brush being slowly pulled from his butt really felt good. Jake tosses the brush in the garbage.
Jake "I just came in here to pee. I don't need to see all this shit. Sorry Mr. Simm but can you move out of the way please?"
Simm is happy to get up and get out of the way. Jake can't help but notice his raging hard on.
Taylor "It's OK Mr. Simm. I know this is a strange situation. Bobby, go and do something else please."
Bobby leaves a little nervous, hoping that Simm doesn't say anything.
Jake unzips and feels a little odd doing this in front of a teacher he really likes but he pulls out his large black dick and lines up in front of the toilet.
He pees. It's a strong piss stream. As he pees he talks to Simm who stand behind him.
Jake "Sorry about all this Mr. Simm. I wish I could help."
Jake places his hand on Simm's shoulder. It feels good to know someone's on his side.
Jake leaves and Simm goes back to cleaning the toilet yet again.
For the next hour... Simm is used to do other things around the house. Clean another bathroom. Clean the kitchen. Rearranging furniture. Setting up stuff for the party. It's close to starting.
Then as everyone is getting ready, Simm is called to Taylor's room.
Simm's arrives at Taylor's open door and looks in. Taylor sees him.
"OK stupid. Get in here."
Simm enters. Taylor is standing there completely naked. it kind of puts them on equal footing.
"Been waiting for you."
Simm looks around. It's disgusting. Clothes on the floor. Old pizza boxes. Beer cans. A pile of dirty clothes.
When Simm was in college not that long ago he was always clean and organized. This is just gross.
This is just another reminder of how much better he is compared to Taylor. How superior he is to Taylor. But he is still Taylor's bitch.
Simm's worried what Taylor intends to do with him. Why's he standing here naked waiting for him.
"I always wanted a personal dresser. And guess what... you're the lucky one."
Taylor proceeds to order Simm around and pick out his clothes.
"Go to the closet and we're gonna start with which jeans."
Simm goes to the closet door, opens it up and is surprised to see it's filled with like 30 pais of hanging jeans, even more shirts, like 20 pairs of shoes. Who knew Taylor was such a clothes whore.
One by one Taylor has Simm lay out different combinations of clothes on the bed until he gets the best look that he wants for the party.
Taylor asks Simm what he thinks of his choice. "So what do you think?"
Simm shockingly feels honored that he's being asked his opinion and it's not followed by the words bitch or slave or idiot and seems to be a sincere question.
For the first time since this whole ordeal began... and with both of them stark naked... Simm speaks his first words to Taylor.
"I think they'll look good on you... (then without realizing where it came from he follows that with the words...) SIR!"
Holy shit. Simm's mind is now racing. He just called this twerp of an idiot sir and doesn't know why. He just naturally said it. It's as though his two realities cam crashing together. His free professor self and now his naked slave self. Half a day of being beaten into the ground and he's already changed.
As for Taylor... Simm calling him sir without any prodding was a game changer. He still has mixed emotions about it. Part of him feels pity for him, part feels less hate but his biggest feeling is a huge sense of power. As soon as Simm called him "sir"... Taylor not only got a rush of ego but a rush of some blood to his cock.
Simm noticed it too. At first it was just a twitch but it has grown to a decent sized semi erection. All because his former professor now a naked bitch has called him SIR.
"Cool. Let's get started. Party starts soon. Grab the Calvin Kleins."
Simm obediently grabs Taylor's black boxer briefs and kneels in front of him. Taylor lifts his left foot and places it in the hole.
Simm's face is staring right at Taylor's semi hard dick. Simm can actually smell it. Taylor's natural dick scent. It's clean. But still smells like a man's cock.
But Simm keeps at it and looks back down and lets Taylor's other foot fall into place then Simm lifts the underwear up Taylor's thick muscular legs and over his crotch and around his firm ass.
Taylor adjusts his semi hard dick in his briefs. He looks hot as he checks himself out in the full length mirror. He does a side view to see how his dick looks in the shorts.
"Nice job. Socks next."
Simm grabs a pair of black socks and proceeds to place them on Taylor's feet. The same feet he was just licking a little over an hour ago.
Taylor sits on the bed as Simm gently grabs his bare foot and rolls the sock onto it. This is so degrading but Simm tries to do a good respectful job.
The dressing continues with the other foot, then his jeans, his shirt then his shoes.
When this started they were both nude. But now it's done and Taylor stands there fully dressed while Simm is still completely naked and staying that way. The transformation for Simm was palpable. For those few moments he forgot he was nude. Now he feels naked again.
Charles sticks his head in Taylor's room. "You wanted me?"
Taylor smiles with an idea "I had an idea. It's fucking hysterical. You have any more of those pills?"
Charles "Which ones? My dad's a doctor. I have lots."
Taylor "You know... the little blue ones."
Charles "You having problems?"
Taylor "It's not for me idiot."
Taylor wraps his hands around Simm's bare shoulders and massages them. "They're for my new buddy."
Simm can't imagine what's going on. Clearly they're talking about erectile pills and why does Taylor want to give one to Simm. The way he's been aroused all day... he doesn't need one. Plus his boner would get even bigger and everyone would see him like that. He thinks to himself... "Oh shit."
A few minutes later we're outside at the front of the frat house. It's dark but the house is all lit up for the party.
Taylor is in the middle of tying Simm to the sign post as Bobby, Charles and a bunch of other frat brothers watch.
He ties his hands behind his back with rope. When he's sure it's secure he hangs a sign around his neck that reads "Party this way... follow Professor Simm's dick."
Taylor stands back and admires his work. The problem is Simm isn't hard.
Bobby "The homo's not hard."
Taylor "He will be."
Taylor to Charles "How long does this thing take? It's been like 25 minutes."
Charles "You gotta get him pumped first then it stays."
Taylor "Oh yeah. You do it"
Charles "I gave you the pill, I've been cleaning up but I am not going gay with Professor Simm. No way."
Bobby just hopes they ask him to do it. Oh my God. Can you imagine. The frat guys making him get Simm hard thinking it's punishment or something but he really enjoys it. Bobby knows how funny that would be.
And Simm is listening to all of this... helpless to do anything. What he realizes he needs to do is get hard. At least then they will leave him alone.
He's afraid to open his mouth and volunteer to play with himself right there and his hands are tied behind his back.
Taylor laughs. "Wait I got it... Nobody touch him"
He walks off a little as he gets on his phone..
After a few minutes Taylor returns but he's not alone. He's got Tommy with him. Tommy, Simm's former student and class homo who has had a total crush on Simm since day 1.
First of all Tommy has never been invited to one of the frat parties. He's gay and a nerd. But When Taylor called his dorm and invited him over he was thrilled.
Taylor made a point that he had to come right over. Tommy did. But when he got there Taylor told him what was up.
Taylor "I want you to get Mr. Simm hard. You think you can do that?"
Tommy couldn't believe it. He's been dying to do anything sexual with Mr. Simm since he first laid eyes on him on that first day of class. Now he's being asked to get him aroused. Jackpot.
But when Tommy get's there he realizes this is out in public in front of the house. He started having doubts.
Tommy "Out here? Really?"
Taylor doesn't want to hear any of it. This works on so many levels. It is an awesome humiliating moment for not only Simm but Tommy as well. And the party is about to start so people arriving are gonna hopefully witness some of it.
Taylor pushes Tommy forward "Come on. You fags know what to do."
At this point a crowd of like 10 frat guys are watching and drinking beers.
They start chanting "Tommy. Tommy. Tommy."
Tommy has no choice anymore. Like it or not he has to do something. Tommy's nerves are getting washed away by the hard erection in his pants as he looks over Mr. Simm just standing there nude. His gorgeous floppy dick just laying there waiting to be played with. The guys chanting his named. For the first time in his life Tommy is the center of attention and he's enjoying it.
He walks closer to Mr. Simm and looks him in the face and smiles politely.
"Hey Mr. Simm."
Simm has no idea how to react. He can't believe that out here in public he's going to be fondled by Tommy... the sweet kid he helped in class.
Simm is trying hard to get erect but for the first time all day his dick is not cooperating. All he can think of is the irony.
Tommy isn't even sure what he's gonna do. It's like a kid in a candy store. He reaches to touch Simm's nipples.
Taylor "No dude. His nips are hard wired. Too easy. You need to go south buddy."
Tommy then gets on his knees and stares directly at Simm's dick. He leans in with everyone watching and breathes in Simm's scent.
It's definitely been a long day for Simm. He's been dirtied and sweated constantly since the shower he took after the naked basketball game. He doesn't have that musty smell a dick gets when tightly wrapped up in underwear. It's more manly and dry.
Tommy reaches out and gently holds Simm's low hanging balls. Wow. All Tommy can think is wow. They feel so smooth. So soft. Tommy reaches his head underneath Simm's dick and sniffs his balls.
All the while the guys are laughing and drinking and filming this on their phones.
Taylor "Two freaks. Awesome."
When he hears Taylor... Tommy remembers where he is. He stops for a second. But then looks at Simm's dick and goes back to the business at hand.
He knows why he's here. It's not to get Professor Simm hard. That's easy. It's to embarrass the both of them. But he's fully willing to take part.
Simm's dick starts to inflate. Tommy's been fantasizing and masturbating to the idea of this very moment all year. So he opens up and places the head of Simm's dick in his mouth. It's salty and covered in crusty pre cum but it's delicious. Tommy sucks on the head.
Bobby watches this whole thing jealous.
Simm stands there accepting that the humiliations keep getting worse and worse.
His dick starts getting hard as Tommy now goes deeper.
Simm is huge but Tommy apparently has a great talent for sucking dick. He keeps sucking deeper and deeper.
Taylor loves it. People arriving for the party make the crowd even bigger.
Simm looks up and sees 30 people watching him naked getting a blow job by a former student in public. But he's almost enjoying it. This is what he's has wanted all day. He needs to relive himself. He doesn't care where or by whom.
Simm starts to forget about the crowd and just tries to enjoy the blow job. He wants to cum. He needs to cum.
Tommy starts to move faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Simm's hard cock makes it's way down Tommy's throat. Apparently Tommy has no gag reflex or he has trained himself to ignore it.
Simm is close to cumming as he thrusts his hips and dick into Tommy's mouth. And then suddenly a hand comes down on Tommy's shoulder and pulls him off of Simm's dick. It's Sanchez.
Sanchez "What the fuck?"
The crowd moans in disappointment.
Sanchez "Taylor, what the hell? You know how much trouble I can get in? Certain things are off limits until he becomes a full fledged slave. There's a lot of leniency but using a soon to be slave for sex is off limits."
The crowd, disappointed, breaks up and goes into the house for the party. Music starts blasting soon after. The party is on.
Sanchez, Taylor and Simm are alone in front. Taylor apologizes.
Taylor "Sorry man. I wasn't even thinking. Just wanted to get him hard so the pill kicks in and this seemed like an awesome idea.
Sanchez "OK dude. Wait. What pill?"
Taylor "Slipped him a boner pill." Taylor points to the sign. Simm's dick is pointing to the front door. "Perfect right?"
Sanchez cracks a smile. "You're fucking twisted man. But now I gotta walk around with this douche all night with a raging boner. How long do they last?"
Taylor "Few hours. Leave him here. He's tied up. He ain't going anywhere."
Sanchez "Guess you're right."
Sanchez slaps Simm's cock as it bounces up and down then him and Taylor head into the party.
Sanchez to Simm "Be good."
Sanchez and Taylor walk inside to have fun.
For Simm... this whole encounter was cruel and vicious. Not because of the humiliations of him and Tommy. Not because of the sign or being tied up and exposed or even the blue pill. But to come so close to having his orgasm and it's taken away from him.
Simm's so depressed. He stands there with his head down, his hair flopped down over his face and his eyes shut. He doesn't want to see the people walking by. Girls. Guys. He hears the laughter and gasps.
He can hear the discussions people have. Some informing others about what's happened today since they didn't know. He can hear the pictures being taken. He feels the poking and prodding of the passerbys. Some even grab his dick. He doesn't know if they are male or female. If it's not gonna end up in an orgasm he just doesn't care anymore.
Simm eventually falls asleep. His body just couldn't take it anymore. But his erection doesn't go away. He stands there naked hard, his head flopped down and passed out. What a site.
Simm is passed out for about an hour. The sounds of the party slowly wake him up. He opens his eyes not remembering what's happened. For a moment he feels like himself. Then he looks down and sees his naked feet on the ground. His hard dick pointing straight out. It all comes back to him.
Then he sees someone watching. He sees their sneakers. He's thinking fine... look at me... the freak.
He looks up and is shocked to see Ethan... his just turned 18 year old nephew staring at him. He's skinny and tall, about 5'9 already and still growing. He looks a lot like Simm. Similar face, same eyes. handsome young man.
No one else is around. Everyone's at the party and forgotten about him. At least for now.
Ethan is so sad looking at his uncle.
He heard the news. Saw what happened online. He loves his uncle so much and is really upset. His younger brothers and the rest of the family are upset as well but Ethan is the one that is feeling it the worst. Him and Simm are close. Were close. Simm would take him and his brothers out on jogging runs, to the movies.
Since Simm was single he loved to dote on his nephews. But especially Ethan because he was the oldest. He had more maturity as well. Even for a 18 year old. And he was really smart. One of the smartest kids in school and was hoping to go to Simm's college after a few years in community college. He was hoping to take his class.
And now Ethan is just staring at his broken naked uncle.
Simm doesn't know what to say.
Simm "Ethan?"
Ethan "What happened Uncle John?"
Simm "What are you doing here?"
Ethan "Everyone's freaking out at home. I wanted to find you. They all think you're in jail now. No one really knows. I just came here. I don't know why. Then I saw you."
Simm "Please Ethan. Go home. You're parents have to be worried about you. And I don't want you to see me like this."
Ethan "What's gonna happen?"
Simm "I really don't know."
Ethan rushes to Simm's hands that are tied up with rope. He's got tears in his eyes. He doesn't want his uncle to get enslaved. He tries undoing the rope.
Simm "Ethan stop it. Stop it. You can't free me. If you do you'll get in trouble. Please."
Ethan finally stops trying to free the ropes.
Simm "Please, I love you and I don't want to see you get in trouble. And I can't take you seeing me like this. Get out of here. Go home. Now."
For Simm he doesn't want any reminders of his old life. It just makes it harder about what he's going to have to go through.
He feels terrible. But look at him. Naked hard filthy. A joke. This is not what he wants his nephew to remember him as.
Ethan turns around and heads back to his bicycle a few feet away trying not to cry. Then he stops. He doesn't do anything. Just stands there for a few moments. Simm just wants him to leave.
Then Ethan suddenly reaches for his tee shirt and pulls it over his head and takes it off. He places the shirt on his bike.
Simm "Ethan... what are you doing?"
Ethan then takes off his sneakers and socks and places them under the bike."
Simm "Ethan. Stop it."
Then Ethan undoes his belt and pulls down his shorts. He puts them on the bike. He's wearing just striped boxer shorts.
Ethan turns around and faces his uncle. He looks into his eyes then reaches his thumbs into his shorts, gets a hold of the elastic and pulls down his underwear. They fall to the ground and he steps out of them.
He stands there completely naked looking at his naked uncle. "If we're both naked you won't feel so bad."
Simm knows his nephew is smart. And he really is. He's absolutely right.
For Ethan, he doesn't feel strange. He doesn't care. The night air on his body actually feels good. The wet grass under his feet is a relief. It actually feels freeing. It's ironic since for Simm it feels like a punishment.
He walks over to his uncle.
Simm "Someone will see."
Ethan "I don't care. I just want to make you feel better. If I can't do anything... I can at least do this."
Simm has never seen his nephew nude before. They've played basketball together but never showered together. Ethan is very lean. he looks young for his age but his dick is almost the same size as Simm's. It flops down in front of his balls and hangs like Simm's. He's also uncut like his uncle.
Simm smiles at the nice gesture. "Girls are gonna love you kid."
Ethan smiles. He approaches Simm and gives him a big hug. He doesn't care about his uncle's erection or that they are both naked.
Simm "Ethan stop. My..."
Ethan gives him a big bear hug. It might be last time.
But Ethan knows there's something odd about his uncle being hard like this. "What'd they do to you?"
Simm "They drugged me."
Ethan pulls away and looks more at his uncle's dick. He sees the precum. Some of it got on his stomach.
Ethan confesses something to his uncle... "I've been..." he hesitates for a few moments. "I've been jerking off a lot lately in the backyard when everyone's asleep. I love the feeling of doing it outside."
Simm actually cracks a smile and laughs a little. Wow that felt good.
Simm "Thanks Ethan, I needed that laugh. It's OK. That's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has fetishes that get them aroused. It's natural."
Ethan "I precum a lot too... like you. You ever do it outside?"
Simm "Yeah. I've jerked off outside a few times. Had sex outside with my girlfriend too. I get it. To be honest with you... I wish I could now."
Ethan "They don't let you jerk off when you're a slave right?"
Simm "You're not allowed unless you get permission or ordered to. But they don't want their slaves frustrated. It relaxes them."
As Simm talks about the rules of slavery to Ethan, he realizes that when he refers to "them"... he now means himself.
But all Ethan really wants to do right now is help his uncle. No one's come outside this whole time.
Then Ethan does something that shocks Simm. He reaches his hand out and grabs his uncle's dick.
Simm "Ethan no."
Ethan strokes his uncle's dick back and forth slowly. "This'll make you happy?"
Simm knows this breaks all rules of decent society. But in his mind so does slavery. And he needs to release his cum otherwise he's going to go crazy.
Simm answers his naked nephew "Yes it will."
He decides to let it happen.
So standing there... both naked under the night sky, Mr. Simm gets jerked off by his nephew Ethan.
Ethan has never touched another guys dick before. It feels weird. His uncle's dick is soft and smooth but also really big.
Ethan "Feels weird."
To Simm it feels terrific.
Simm "You know I love you."
Ethan "I love you too. So what do you want me to do?"
Simm "Keep doing what you're doing. Just faster. Concentrate a little more on the head. Squeeze a little tighter."
As he gives Ethan some hints he does them.
Simm "Perfect."
Ethan strokes his uncles dick faster and faster. He gets a good rhythm going. Simm's precum gets all over Ethan's hand. Is starts to cover Simm's dick and lubricates it.
Simm is quickly close to orgasm. "I'm close. If I were you I'd stand back."
Ethan "It's OK." He keeps stroking his dick.
Simm feels the orgasm building inside. He looks at his nephew stroking his cock. While it's a totally unbelievable situation, it's being done for good reasons. And Simm just needs to cum.
The feeling grows stronger and stronger. Simm feels it. Finally after the longest day, the longest cock tease of his life... Simm's dick explodes with cum!
He lets out a powerful moan but tries to hold in the noise.
His body cringes and pulsates and spasms.
This is the most intense orgasm he's ever had. He never thought it would come from his straight fifteen year old nephew.
When the cum jets out of Simm's dick it hits Ethan directly on the chest and neck. This doesn't stop the kid and he keeps stroking. This is just the first of many streams of Simm's cum.
It splatters all over Ethan. It hits him a second time. A third. A fourth. The warmth of the cum feels great on Ethan's cool skin as he stands naked in the night air.
Ethan is covered. It hits everything. His arms, legs, face, chest. Even his own dick.
But none of this stops his nephew. He keeps stroking as Simm pulsates violently with pleasure.
After about a minute of non stop pulsating streams of cum, Ethan slows down his pace. Simm however is still spurting small amounts of cum out of his body.
For a few amazing moments... Simm's mind went completely blank. He didn't care about any of this. If it wasn't for the thought of his continued slavery... it was almost worth it.
For Ethan he's just happy he was able to help his uncle. They clearly shared something very intimate. But he's not ashamed. He's proud.
The two share a look as Simm's cum drips off of Ethan's body.
Simm is completely exhausted... "Thanks buddy."
Ethan "Don't tell my brother."
Simm "Deal."
Simm is still rock hard thanks to the pill but it doesn't matter. Then Simm looks down and sees his nephew is sporting a raging hardon. It's pretty big. At least seven inches. Not too thick.
Simm smiles "I think you might be bigger than me. You better clean yourself up."
Ethan Walks to his clothes. "I'll be fine."
He likes the idea of having his uncle's cum on him. Makes him feel better.
Ethan, puts his cum covered hand up to his nose and smells it.
Ethan "Smells like mine."
Then he takes his shirt off the bicycle and wipes his face clean... as much as he can and then puts the dirty shirt on.
He gets dressed.
When he's done he's sporting a large tent in his shorts.
He adjusts himself then gets on his bike and rides off. He gives his uncle a last look then disappears into the night without saying another word.
Simm meanwhile has lost that erotic edge he's been riding all day. The one that's kept him sane.
So now that he's finally emptied his balls with one of the most amazing and powerful feelings of his life... what he feels now is total dread. He feels worse than ever. He just thinks to himself... "What's gonna happen next?"
To be humiliatingly continued...