Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 01:56:50 -0800 (PST)
From: ray hkg <rayrayhkg@yahoo.com>
Subject: Attending university series

This story is only a fiction and nothing mentioned has happened. All the
characters and locations appeared in the story were frictional and not
real. If the subject of homosexual, bondage, sm and domination offend you,
or you are under the legal age, please do not read further and leave. Any
comment and suggestion are welcomed.

Chapter 3.

Tom printed the contract out after I have read through it. We go back to
the living room with the contract.

**********

They all returned with John handing me the contract and ordered, "Go
through it and sign it."

I read the contract and it wrote, "I, Ray, agreed to follow the rules and
ordered set by John, the student-in-charge of student hostel block P. I
will maintain the hostel clean and tidy all the time. I will accept orders
from any of the students of this hostel. Any of my misbehave will be
reported and I will be punished."

I know I have no other choice but to sign it. And I know that I would
become their houseboy, their salve and they can order me to do anything. I
just hope they wouldn't do anything extreme. But I still hope that there
will be nothing more than cleaning the hostel and serve them with food and
drink. I then hand the signed contract to John and he signed it. All the
others signed as witnesses.

"Ok fag, grab those bags into the shower room. It's time for you to payback
as a loser this morning." John ordered.

I take the bags into the shower room. They contain all the stuffs John has
bought today. I have no idea what he has bought but I wonder why he has
bought so many things. What would he do for me? I put the bags onto the
bench and wait for them.

"Haven't you the fucking fag learnt the lesson yet?" John asked when he see
me standing next to the bench.

I immediately dropped to my knee and he continued; "Now here's the
rules. Every time when you are waiting for us, you must on your knee. You
can never sit on any furniture in this hostel except at your desk doing the
assignments, or got our permission. But you can sit on the floor. Do you
understand?"

"Yes Sir!" I answered, "But how about my bed? We lived in the same room."

"You just reminded me!" John said, "It's not fair to kick you out of my
room, and you can't sleep on the corridor anywhere else as the security may
check up the hostel, even just take a look at the living room. I don't want
to bear any risk. I will think about it."

"Yes Sir!" I replied.

"And?" John continued asking.

"Thank you Sir!" I added.

"So you are a fast learner." John said, "And I think you like to be naked,
don't you?"

"Yes, it feels comfortable." I replied.

"So you will always be naked inside this hostel, unless we ordered you to
put anything on, got it?

"Yes Sir! But how about if someone else come in, like other students, the
securities or staffs?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it. Remember the student card? Only the students of this
hostel can open the door by the ID card and password. So unless accompanied
by use, no other students can enter. Then we will give you a signal if we
don't want anyone to see you naked by ringing the bell. For the securities
and the staffs, they don't come in during daytime except something has
happened, like we have called them. Otherwise, they will give us a call
first and they will ring the bell before enter. Even at nighttime, if they
see there's light in the living room, they will also ring the bell or even
call by the intercom outside. Privacy is a matter as we are all adult. Ok?"

"Yes Sir!"

"And we will add more rules once decided. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Listen fag, remember Jim said you can loss 5 more rounds but I make it
into 2? So it's time for you to pay back. Move that bench to the center and
lay on your back. Quick!"

I do as ordered. John put a blindfold over my eyes so I have no idea what
they will do on me.

I feel something warm and sticky applied all over my limbs and
armpits. Then pieces of papers were stick to my skin. I have no idea what
they did. Then I hear something has turned on. I know the sound, it's an
electric hair clippers.

"Stay still if you don't want to be hurt." John ordered.

I think John is going to cut my hair. So I just stay still as told. Having
a skinhead or a shaven head mean nothing and it's popular to do so.

But he's not cutting my hair on the head, but on the crotch. He's cutting
my pubes.

"Oh no, please!" I beg.

"Shut the fuck up or I will cut your dick too." John said.

I can do nothing but let them do anything they want, except from hurting
me.

Then I feel something applied all over my crotch, cock and my balls.

"Don't move unless you want to see any blood." John ordered.

I feel something running on my crotch. It's a razor. They have shaved all
my pubes. Then they start pulling the papers from my armpits and limbs. It
hurt like hell. I still have no idea what's the purpose.

Hands run through my bare skins. "It's perfect." John said.

The feeling is interesting but the most interesting thing is, I keep hard
on over the whole process.

"Hey you guys look! The fag really love to have his pubes removed. He
remains hard on over the process!" Philip said.

"Yeah! The coming step is much more exciting. Maybe the fag will shoot his
load too." John said.

I am so embarrassed that they all see my hard on I am really get
excited. Just wonder what has John planned to do for the next step.

"Ok fag, rise your legs to your shoulders." John ordered.

I do as ordered and my legs being grabbed and I cannot move. Now my ass is
totally exposed. I feel the shaving cream applied around my hole. They want
to shave my ass too. I am too excited and I know I cannot stop from
dripping pre-cum.

"Look at his dick! He drops pre-cum!" Jim shouted out.

"What a fag!" Peter said.

Having my ass hole clean shave, John has applied something to my
hole. Suddenly, he inserts a finger into my hole.

"No please! Please stop John, it hurts!" I begged.

"I think it hurts a bit. But if I don't lube you up well, it will hurt
more." Joan said, "But your dick told us that you like it, don't you?"

I did sometimes play with my hole, but I have never put anything inside
it. It hurts but the felling is not so bad. I don't know what to said.

"Answer me fag! You like it!" John asked.

"I don't know sir! But please don't hurt me." I answered.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just help you out. Help you to explore the
fantasy! I know in your mind that you love everything we do for you. You
are a fag, a slave, don't you?" John said.

"Yes Sir!" I answered.

"Now relax and accept what I insert!" John ordered.

I feel something hard and fat being pushed into my hole. I think John is
fucking me and I beg, "No please, don't fuck me! I don't know if I really
want to be fucked."

"I am not fucking you fag and I am not interested in fucking an ass
yet. But you really turn me on. Maybe I will fuck you one day, but it's not
the time yet! So just relax and it's almost done." John said.

"John, are you serious? You will fuck the fag?" Tom asked.

"What's the problem? Even I fuck this fag doesn't mean I'm a fag. Haven't
you got a BJ from a guy? Remember, we all enjoyed the scenes in the leather
bar last semester. We know our position, we are always the top-men and we
are always in-charge. See this fag is a bottom, a real damn fucking fag and
slave." John said as he keeps pushing the object into my hole.

"Ok, release him, it's done. Sit up fag." John said.

Then I know it's a butt plug. It's well set in my hole. I have thought to
have a try but to shame to go to the sex shop. Now I finally got one and I
can say I don't hate it at all. I'm just more excited and more and more
pre-cum leaks out.

"Now the last part." John said as he removed my blindfold. When I have
adjusted my sight, I can see that my cock has never been as rock hard
before. Am I really enjoyed what I experienced now, or due to my
hairless. Then I found that all my arms and legs are also hairless,
together with my armpits too.

***********

The fag is really a slave. He cannot help from his erection through the
whole process. I have Jason recorded down the whole process and Jeff keep
taking photos. If the fag reports us to the office, the video and the
photographs will be uploaded and circulated on the internet.

I start the hair clippers again to shave his hair. I will not clean-shaven
his head but will give the fag an interesting look.

**********

I heard John turn on the hair clippers again. I know my hair will go and I
will become totally hairless except for my eye bows. I hope John will not
shave them off. But I really want to feel my smooth body, totally hairless
like a newborn baby.

My hair cut off from my head and I can see the flash of camera. Later,
Jason appears in my front holding a DV recorder. Not only photos being
taken, but also video recorded. I have no chance to fight back, and maybe I
don't want to fight back too. Anyway, they have totally got the control
over me. Except from following their orders, what else can I do? They may
distribute the photos and the video and my situation would be much worse. I
don't mind to have people knowing my hairless body, but how to explain for
my erection?

After shortening my hair, John applies the shaving cream on my head and
shave by a razor. But I can feel that not all my head was shaven. There are
some hair remained on my head. I just wonder for John's purpose.

"It's nearly done fag. Go and clean yourself before the last thing
done. And don't remove the butt plug." John ordered.

"Yes Sir!"

I walk to the showerhead. Every step I move, the plug inside me likes to
fuck me. It's uncomfortable but not bad at all. Am I sick, or just a
faggot?

I wash off the hair from my body and start cleaning my body. My skin is so
sticky and I found out they use the "hot wax hair remover" to remove my
hair on my limbs and armpits. Afterwards, it feels great. So smooth when
hairless. I would like to keep myself hairless.

**********

I know the fag enjoy having a hairless body. He cannot keep my running his
hands on his smooth body, especially his hairless cock. Then he starts
stroking my cock.

"What the fucking hell are you doing, fag?" I shouted out as Jason zoom the
DV towards the fag.

"Turn around and answer me!" I continued.

"I--I'm just.... stroking my cock." The fag answered.

"Why?" Peter asked.

"I--I got excited... by feeling my hairless body... and my cock."

We all cannot stop from laughing and Jason has nearly dropped his DV.

"What a fucking fag!" Tom said.

The fag looks funny with his erected cock and the hairless body, except
from his head. Together with his bright red face. I know it would be much
more interesting when I finish up dying his hair.

"Dry up yourself and knee over here!" I ordered.

I dried up the fag's hair with the hair drier, then I mixed the contents of
the dyer. Everyone knows what's it when get the smell.

**********

There's a smell inside the shower room. John is preparing the hair dyer and
he's going to dye my remained hair. When I was taking the shower, I can
feel there's hair remained on my head, in the middle, from the neck back to
my forehead, with the both sides clean-shaven. It's a Mohawk! And now being
dyed. I don't know what the color is but I know it will make me
humiliated. Guys at our age have the guts to try everything. But I think
it's too much for one to do for himself. I hope my new classmate will not
reject me with such a funny look.

John has applied the dyer in my hair several times. I think he want to make
sure that the result is up to his requirement. But it's really
uncomfortable to knee for over half an hour without a move.

"Ok. It's the time now. Fag, wash up and let's see the result." John said.

I then move to the showerhead and wash again. The excess dyer turned dark
and I still have no idea for the color.

"Wow! It's great!" shouted Tom when I finished washing myself.

"I will let you see your new look when I finished setting up your hair."
John said to me.

He applies gel to my hair for styling it. Once finished, he ordered me to
turn around slowly for them to see the works. They all laughs but Jason and
Jeff keep recording and taking pictures. I really want to know how I look
like now.

"Ok fag, move to the mirror and look at yourself!" John said as he's still
laughing.

I process to the full-length mirror and look at myself. I am shocked for my
own image. My Mohawk has dyed bright green and gel upright, just like a
punk. My body is totally hairless with my still rock-hack cock leaking
pre-cum again. I turn around and see my plugged ass hole. I raise my arms
to see my hairless armpits and feel them. I am now a real faggot.

"What do you want to do now, fag?" Jason asked.

"Jerk off." I answered before knowing what I have said.

They all laughs and I cannot keep from both my embarrassment and hard on.

"What a god damn faggot! Just think of jerking off. You mother fucker!"
John said. "Then you have to perform a good show for us. JERK OFF RIGHT
NOW!"

I have no other choice. Not only have to jerk off in front all of them, but
also recorded. I have my hard on when they first shave my cock. I don't
take long to have my semen ejaculated.

"Eat them up!" John ordered.

"What?" I asked.

"I said EAT THEM UP, mother fucker. You are such a faggot that begs for
jerking off. So I allow you to jerk off and you have to clean the place. So
eat them up RIGHT NOW." John said.

I did have taste my own cum, not bad taste at all. But I have just tried a
little bit, not eating the whole load. I have to knee and lack the wall and
the floor clean. Lucky, the floor is not dirty and I can say I start like
eating cum. I make sure I have lacked every drop of my own cum to prevent
from any punishment.

"Ok fag, I have 2 more things for you. You must be appreciating for my
generous to you. Come over here and on your knee." John ordered.

I move without a delay and knee in front of John. A chain is placed around
my neck and John locked it with a padlock. There's a tag attached to the
chain too and some words engraved on the tag. I can't read it by the time.

"Don't worry boy. The slave collar is long enough to be hided under a
T-shirt but not long enough to remove without the lock unlocked. Or you can
show it off. I don't mind. Now read the words loudly." John ordered.

"Slave of Hostel P." I said.

"Like it, slave?" John asked.

I am so humiliated by having a slave collar locked around my neck. Even it
can be hided under a T-shirt, but the thickness of the chain, together with
the tag and the padlock, everyone can see it's not a normal neck chain. But
I cannot reject it. They have my contract, photos and video. My only answer
is "Yes Sir!"

"So from now on, you are our slave. You have to address every one of us as
Sir or Master in private. You have to response to our orders without
delay. And you cannot say `no' to us. Then everything will be ok and you
will not be hurt. Remember, any misbehave will be punished. Do you
understand, slave?" John asked.

"Yes Sir!" I answered.

"And one more thing. You are not allowed to cum without our
permission. It's so disgusting by knowing that you want to jerk off when
thinking of my body. But I can't trust you. You cannot keep from jerking
off even by looking at your own fucking body. So I have something special
for you. Then you will have no way to jerk off unless I permit to do
so. Now lay down on the bench. Peter, would you please take the icepack to
me?" John said.

"Of course!" Peter said.

Peter return with an icepack. John put it over my cock. My erected cock
starts to soft down and I see John takes out a shiny item from the
bag. It's a small cage, made of stainless steel. He first opens the large
ring, place it behind the testicles and penis, then close it. He carefully
insert my cock into the cage and attach it to the ring. Finally secure it
with a padlock.

"Now try to stroke your cock, slave." John said.

I do as ordered. My cock starts to erect but the cage is so small that I
cannot have a full erection. My cock is totally trapped inside the cage and
I feel it's very painful.

"Sir! May I stop? The cage is too small for my erection and it's very
painful." I asked.

"So you know the feeling now, slave! This chastity device keeps you from
jerking off. No need to say to cum, even a full erection is impossible. So
from now on, you can only jerk off when I unlock you and allowed to do
so. And remember, never ask me to unlock you to jerk off, or I will seal up
the keyhole just by using some glue. I mean it! And you can only get
release by having a locksmith to cut off the padlock. Try to imagine your
condition by showing your locked-up cock to others and ask for the cut off
of the padlock! Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir!"

"One more thing, slaves no need to have underwear and I think this little
cage is enough as your brief. So you are not allowed to wear anymore
brief. I may allow you to remove the butt plug when attending classes, but
it's for my decision ONLY. If I said no, you cannot argue unless you want
to be punished. I don't mind you keep it on all the times. But now, you are
not allowed to remove it only when you shit and put it back
afterwards. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!" I answered and I have ignored about it. I have got used to it.

"Remember I ordered you to clean up the place before we leave for lunch,
slave? Why did you just put our dirty clothes into the basket but not have
them washed? You will be punished. Now go to the laundry room and run the
washing machine immediately. I want to show you off as our new slave so we
will go out for the dinner." John said.

"Yes Sir!"

**********

Our new slave responses to my order at once. There are several item still
in the bag and not used yet. But I'm sure I will use them tonight. The fag
is totally under our control and can never say no to us. It's too easy to
push him as a slave. I'm not sure if I will fuck him. And he's not an ugly
guy at all. He has a cute face and a nice body, with a little bit body
fat. But overall is ok. I just wonder why a man can be as low as this
fag. He has never tried to fight back. And he seems willing to submit. Just
like the salesman at the fetish shop. They are the same type of people.

"Let's prepare to go out." I said to my buddies.

"Hey! Let's further humiliate the fag. What do you think, John?" Tom asked.

"Any idea?" I asked.

"Let look at his clothes and see if we have any idea!" Tom suggested and we
go upstairs. We check up the fag's clothes and Jason get all of the briefs
of the fag and said, "So they are useless now. Let me cut them into
pieces!"

Jason has given me an idea! I search for his jeans and found some of them
are good fit design. I grab a pair of scissors and cut a pair as a
short. It is just long enough to cover up his butt cheek. Then I found a
nice black T-shirt. I cut off both of the sleeves with the openings down to
the abdomen. I also enlarge the collar so that the chain collar cannot be
totally hidden. Then further shorted it up to the length to the navel. I
show to my buddies what I did.

"What a great job! It's prefect match to that damn mother fucker!" Tom
said.

"We must order him to walk around to show off! It would be very funny!" Jim
added.

There's a knock on the door and the fag said, "Sir, I have started the
washing machine. May I come in?"

"No! Wait downstairs on your knee!" I ordered.

"Yes Sir!"

"Jim you are right, and it's good to have the fag knows his position." I
said as I grab the fag's sandals and put them into my backpack. Then we
head back to the living room with the fag's new clothes.

"Slave, put these on and remember, no argue! Then you walk down to the
South Entrance and wait for us." I ordered.

"Yes Sir!" He replied and takes a look at his clothing. He knows they're
his, but some alternations have made. He knows he must obey so he just put
them on without a word. It seems he has problem when zipping up his short
and said, "Sir! It's uncomfortable and difficult to position my cock with
the cage locked on with no briefs."

"Who cares? You feel uncomfortable, not me! Or you can unzip it and take
out your cock. I think it would be more comfortable. Only if you don't mind
to be caught." I said. "Move now!"

The poor fag, having a butt plug up he ass, cock locked up, with a chain
collar locked around his neck, wearing just a pair of jeans cut very short
and a very short "vest" showing his collar, moving to the door. He knows he
has to go bare foot as I haven't given him any footwear. I know he's no way
to return. He's not a normal guy anymore.

(to be continued)

Comments are welcomed.