Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2013 21:02:22 -0700
From: Benjamin Gaw <benjamingaw05@gmail.com>
Subject: Berkeley Slave Part 4

As morning came, I could hear the jingle of Aaron's chain.  He was still
asleep but idly stroking his hairless body.  His dick was straining in it's
cage and slightly dripping.

I got up, dressed myself in some clothes for a morning jog, and pulled out
the running shorts I'd bought for Aaron the day before along with some
socks and shoes.

"Up and at'em, boy! Time for our run!  Looks like you are enjoying the new
routine already!"

"Huh?" he asked, groggily.

I pointed at his straining dick and laughed.  He did his best to cover
himself and blushed.

I tossed him the bright red running shorts and socks and told him to get
ready.  He looked confused thinking that shorts were really just underwear
and he'd be getting pants, too.  In fact, I'd done a very good job of
sizing the shorts!  They were almost obscenely short.  The cage left a
noticeable bulge in the front, the shorts were small enough on his muscled
body that the seam crawled up his ass, and the waist was so low that if
he'd still had any pubic hair, they'd be seen.  The sides were slit all the
way to the waist and there was no lining.  If I'd let him wear a jock
strap, the straps and waist would have shown.  Today, Aaron wouldn't even
get the benefit of a shirt.

I certainly wasn't in as good of shape as Aaron, but I'd been a good runner
and done a lot of cardio.  Today, Aaron would be panting to keep up with
me.  While he was putting on his socks and shoes, I ran down the hall with
two water bottles.  One, I pissed in and filled the rest of the way with
water.  The other was just pure water.  I handed the piss mixture to Aaron
and unlocked his leash, put my keys around my neck and led him out.

We went for a long jog from the dorms, across frat row, up the hill and
along the fire trails.  It wasn't until we were on the trails that he took
his first sip of water.

"What's wrong, boy?"

"This water tastes bad, Sir."

"You don't like it, boy?"

"Should I dump it out, Sir, and drink some of yours?"

"I wouldn't advise that, boy.  Not if you ever want to touch your dick
again.  It's my piss you're drinking and you'd better get used to it."

"Yes, Sir."

He sipped as little as he could and spit out as much as he could when he
thought I wouldn't notice.

We continued our run and I wore him out.  He was covered in sweat and his
shorts were drenched and sticking to his skin.  They'd become pretty
transparent and the cage was obvious on his dick.

We walked slowly back to the dorms.  I intentionally plotted a course
through frat row where girls would be doing the ritual walk of shame home
and guys at each house would be sitting on their porches making fun of the
people going by.  This would be Aaron's walk of shame--hairless, almost
naked, and walking through a crowded area.

Guys at a few houses called down to us.  Most of the insults were thrown at
Aaron.  He got called a faggot more than a few times by several of the
guys.  Back at the dorms, I let Aaron strip in the room before I locked him
to the radiator again.

I showered and brought back a cold wet hand towel for Aaron to sponge bathe
himself with.  I hit the DC using his swipes (my meal plan only gave me two
meals a day.  I assumed his offered 3) and smuggled out two bowls of
oatmeal.

Back in the room, I mixed in a scoop of his protein powder into each bowl
and let him eat his breakfast.  Later, I made Aaron model every garment in
his wardrobe for me.  I got rid of all the baggie jeans.  I added holes to
a few pairs of his pants to make sure whatever underwear (or lack thereof!)
that I allowed him would be on display.  I got rid of a few shirts that I
didn't like on him and noted which ones were tightest on him.

I shortened his leash to about 5 feet (which forced him to stoop if he
stood or required him to lay on the bed, kneel, crawl, or sit at his desk)
and cuffed his hands in front of him.  I fired up his laptop and ordered
him to give me the password to his email addresses.  As soon as I had
access, I changed the passwords.  While he watched helpless, I updated his
class schedule and got him into some of my classes.  Some of his classes, I
couldn't change.  One in particular, I didn't want to change:
weightlifting.  He wanted to be a physical therapist and was taking a
schedule of mostly breadth classes (what most schools call general
education).  I planned to study economics but would also be required to
take general education.  I didn't want to change his desired major, I just
made sure he was taking academic classes with me.

While at his computer, I poked around and found the PIN number for his
debit card, his parents phone numbers and email addresses, and other useful
information.

I left to do some shopping, leaving Aaron chained to the radiator with a
short leash, assuming he'd try to use his computer, fail, and eventually
watch tv.

I visited a few stores and bought myself a few things--clothes, food, etc.
I also picked up a pair of worn out jeans that I knew would be obscenely
tight on Aaron.  I was careful not to leave Aaron alone too long.  I knew
he'd need to use the bathroom eventually and would be increasingly
agitated.  We'd made so much progress in a short time and I didn't want any
setbacks.

Back in the room, I pulled out the cargo shorts Aaron had worn on move-in
day (now with a tear across the ass, a jock strap, and a t-shirt.  When he
was dressed, I walked him to the bathroom and forbid him from latching the
door shut while he shit.  I waited outside in the hallway while he washed
his hands and joined me.

The two of us walked to the bookstore and bought our books for the
semester.  A few expensive books we decided we could share.  Otherwise, I
used Aaron's card to buy all our books.  Turns out his dad was a corporate
executive and his mother an attorney at a big law firm.  He had plenty of
money in his account and could afford my books and his!  Besides, I'd be
saving him money in the long run by teaching him restraint!

Later, I packed a gym bag with a tank top, basketball shorts, and sneakers
for Aaron and a t-shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers for me.  We changed at
the gym and shared one locker. I kept the key.  Aaron led us on a weights
routine.  Afterward, we showered in open showers.  He was forced to wait,
naked and without covering his chastity device, while I dressed.