Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2005 23:49:34 -0800 (PST)
From: ray hkg <rayrayhkg@yahoo.com>
Subject: Attending university series 4

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 4.

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.

**********

It's uncomfortable to walk with a butt plug inside my ass and my cock
locked. I am nothing more but John's slave. He hasn't given me any shoes,
or just my pair of sandal. I have to walk bare foot.

On the way to the South Entrance, it's very quite. Hostel P is apart from
the other buildings of the campus, so I meet no one on the way. John must
know this so he just ordered me to walk in such a way.

I waited at the South Entrance for about fifteen minutes, but John has not
appeared. I am a bit nervous. I don't know if they will really show up or
not. Secondly, if someone sees me dress in such a way, how could I explain?
I don't have my student ID on hand and cannot prove my identity. Even I
walk back to the hostel, I cannot open the door myself, or even through the
security. John has ordered me to wait for them and I can't go anywhere. I
hope they will show up shortly.

After another ten minutes, I see 2 cars approach. It must be them. I see my
car first. John is driving my car and he said, "Get in!" I get into the car
and found my pair of sandal on the floor. John ordered me to put them
on. Thanks God, I don't have to walk by bare foot.

It takes 45 minutes to arrive at a McDonald's. We have past several
McDonald's on the way and I just wonder why they chose one that is far away
from the campus.

**********

The fag really obeys my orders. South Entrance is the closest entrance to
block P. No one from the rest of the campus will use this way other than
us. I know the fag will meet no one on the way. Even there's CCTV system
monitoring road, but it's too dark to have a clear view of the fag. And I
just told the fag to get in the car before he will be clearly seen with the
headlight when approaching to the gate.

Peter suggested going to the nearby McDonald's. I rejected his idea as
other students will go to there. There's no doubt that the fag is our
slave. But I want to keep it secret, at least in the campus. I don't want
the fag to have too much pressure from the others in the campus, especially
from the office. We have no benefit for losing the fag, but we do have by
keeping him as our slave. So I decided only to show him as a slave in
public only when away from the campus.

I handed the fags wallet to him and order him to buy the foods for us and
for himself. He has no problem in accepting my orders now. I can say that
he's willing to serve us.

After dinner, we drive back to the campus. Once inside the hostel, the fag
strip naked without a delay. He's a good slave. I go back to my room to
take the unused items bought from the fetish shop. Tonight, I will use them
on the fag.

"Listen slave! It's time to punish you for your misbehave this
afternoon. Open your mouth" I ordered and he follows at once. Then I put a
ball gag into his mouth and fasten the stripe at the back.

"Now have your hands back on your neck." I further order.

I then lock his wrists with a pair of handcuffs and further lock it to the
collar by a padlock. And I lock a pair of leg iron to his ankles. He looks
like a real slave in the old times. He is totally helpless for what I have
plan in my mind. Jason and Jeff keep recording and photo shooting.

I take out a piece of chain with tit clamp on both ends. I show it to the
fag and put it on the fag's tits. He moans behind the gag. Then I knee down
and pull his balls, then attach a leather ball parachute to his balls, and
connect a chain with it to the chain of his leg iron. So every step he
walks, he's pulling his balls.

"Now bend over at the tea table." I ordered and he moves at once. His look
is interesting as he keeps pulling his balls on his way. What he can do is
to moan behind the gag.

I take out a leather mounted wooden paddle, show it in front of the fag and
said, "You have not obey to our orders and have messed up our clothes. So
we will use it on our butt. Each of us will give you 5
strikes. Understand?"

The fag cannot say a word but moans. He turns his head and I can see he's
frightened from his eye. So I said, " You think each of us gives you 5
strikes is not enough and you are asking for more?"

The poor fag keeps turning his head and moans louder. He's near to cry.

**********

John said he would use the paddle to punish me by striking my bare butt
except for the butt plug inside me. Even when I was a child, my dad has
never punished me in such a way. I am so scared and I try to say no but can
only moan with the ball gag in my mouth. But He keeps saying that if I am
asking for more by turning my head. Oh God! No! I can't say a word and I
just want to say no. I want to cry.

"So each of us give you 5 strikes means a total of 35 strikes. If it's ok,
then node. But if you keep turning your head, 5 strikes will be added until
you node. So is it ok now?" John asked.

Is it a choice? Other than accepting, I can do nothing. My hands locked
behind my neck and my legs locked with my balls. I can't fright back, I
can't run away. And the nipple clamps hurts too. But one thing interesting,
my cock becomes harder and harder inside the locked cage.

So I just nodded and waited for the 35 strikes. John is the first one as he
counts when he strikes me. It's very painful. Moreover, every hit on my
butt cause a push on the butt plug. I am being beaten and fucked at the
same time.

Next is Tom's turn. He hits both my ass cheeks. The "fucking " feeling is
not so strong. Then comes to Philip's turn. He hits directly on my ass
crack. It seems he want to push the butt plug totally inside me. I can only
moans louder and louder. Tears start running from my eyes.

"Ok! Take a break first. Our poor little slave is crying like a baby." John
said.

After several minutes, John holds the DV as it is now Jason's turn. My butt
is now on fire. Then to Jim's turn. To my surprise, he's not beating me
very hard. But it doesn't help mush as my butt was already on fire.

Last are Peter and Jeff. They both have each strike lands on my either butt
cheeks. I can only keep moaning and crying. It's so painful and
humiliating.

"Take a close up on the bright red butt!" John said.

After a minute of time, John asks Peter and Jeff to stand me up. They found
that my cock is steel hard and occupying all the space of the cage. The
worst is, pre-cum is dripping from my chastised cock.

"Hey guys! Look at his cock! I can say that if we don't have this fucking
fag locked, he will stroke his cock and cum right now!" Peter said.

Everyone is looking at my cock and the 2 cameras keep zooming between my
butt and my ass. I know my face must have the same color as my butt.

Jack removes the ball gag and unlocks the handcuffs from the back of the
collar but relocks them back in the front. And he said, "The punishment is
over now. Claim down boy! Let's celebrate for your joining as a slave of
this hostel. Go and get the beers for us."

It's uneasy for me to walk with the leg iron chained to my balls. I want
John to unlock the cuffs, or release me balls and the tit clamps. But I
know I can't ask or I will receive more strikes. So I have to serve as
ordered. Lucky, the handcuff John bought is not the normal one used by the
cops. This one has a long chain with about a foot in length. So even I am
cuffed and the cuffs locked to my collar, my hands can still move a bit
hence I can work with my hands but with some difficulties.

I grab 2 packs of beers back to the living room. Jason's still
recording. They are all laughing at me situation. John allows me to knee
and take a beer. They keep feeding me with chips and nuts, like an obeying
puppy. I keep serving them with beers and keep drinking for my own. I know
I am completely become a slave of them. I don't know why I like what they
have done on me, shave me, dye my hair, butt plug me, collar me, having a
chastity device locked up my cock, cuffed me, even the ball gag and the
ball parachute fasten to me, and striking me. I know these are some of the
BDSM play. This is not a game but I like it. I really like it. All the
scenes turn me on. Am I a born-slave? Am I born to serve? Am I like to
involved in BDSM scenes? All the answers to the question are "Yes". Shit!
What the fucking hell I am thinking! What a fucking piece of shit I am. I
start to hate myself. But the more I think of my current situation, the
more I want to receive. I like to be
 humiliated. I want to be punished. And I want to see cock. Yes I want to
see their cocks. Maybe I will try to suck them. Maybe I want them to fuck
me. Who knows? But I want to serve them.

After drinking several rounds of beers, I have the urge to piss. So I get
up from my knee.

"Where are you going, slave?" John asked.

"Sir! My bladder is full and I have to piss." I answered.

"No! Slave, you are not allowed to piss until we have finished up all the
beers. Now go and get the remained beers." John said.

I have no other choice but to said "Yes Sir!" and follow his command.

I take the remained beers back and John hands another can to me.

"Sir! I am so full and I can't take anymore!" I said.

"You want to feel the paddle again?" John asked, "And I have already said
that you are not allowed to piss until all the beers are finished. So if
you don't finish you can, you can't piss. And hold on. If you piss right
here, you have to lick every drop clean by your tongue. Understand?"

"Yes Sir!"

We don't take long to drink up all the beers. I know everyone must have a
full bladder. Then John said "Ok, let's take a piss and have a shower. And
we need a good sleep tonight."

We all head to the shower room. John unlocks my cuffs from my collar but
not unlock my cuffs and leg irons.

"Slave, you can remove the tit clamps and the ball parachute. Then lay down
on the floor. Do not piss without my order." John said.

It hurts much more in releasing the clamps and the parachute than when
putting on. I yell out for the pain. They look at me and laugh with the
camera still recording. Then they start to strip.

This is the first time I see their naked bodies. John has the most
beautiful body and cock. He has no body fat but only muscles. He must have
spent a lot of time at the gym. He has an eight inches cut cock. The
tattoos on his upper arms made him very sexy to me.

Jason, also well trained, but thinner than John. He has a seven inches cut
cock, and thinner John's. I think he should have the chest tattooed rather
than the back shoulder.

Tom, similar to Jason. He's the shortest guy among the all.

Philip, a little bit chubby, but not bad at all. He has the fattest cock
but uncut and also around seven inches in length.

Jim, has a similar body as John but not so beautiful. Also has an eight
inches cut cock. He doesn't has much hair on his legs, but the tattoos are
attractive.

Peter, shorter than Jason. He don't go to the gym frequently. His cock
looks similar to Jason's too but uncut. The tattoo just above his butt
perfectly match his butt.

Jeff, similar to Peter. But his butt is not as nice as Peter's even with
the tattoo. But the one on his left upper arm is nice.

"Ok. We all piss on our slave in order to mark him! And hold your piss
until we finished, slave." John said.

They all piss over me, from head to toe. The smell is strong. Even I have
closed my moth, there's piss all over my lips and I cannot get rip from
tasting their piss. I don't like the taste and I need to piss. My cock is
still rock hard inside the cage.

"You can piss now, slave!" John said.

"Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!" I said as I start to piss. As my cock is locked
inside the cage, so I'm not pissing all over my body. But only all over my
crotch.

**********

I am not sure if I really want to do this to the fag. But I know he liked
being humiliated. I got the answer just by looking at his cock.

"Stay still until we finished the shower. And you have to clean up the
place afterward, understand?" I said.

"Yes Sir!" The fag replied.

I noticed the fag keeps looking to us when we are showering. If his cock
has net been locked up, he must keep stroking his cock. He hasn't done
something wrong before. Only when I first met him, I like to take control
over him. I don't hate him and I can say I have a little bit like him. But
something is different. Maybe I'm born to top him and he's born to serve
me.

**********

Among all of the guys, I like John the most. Even he has humiliated me,
punished me and hurt me. But what inside my mind keep telling me I like
what he has done on me. I cannot stop from looking at his naked body. I
want to touch his body, his cock. Maybe I should suck him too.

After they have finished their shower, I run the water to wash out the piss
on my body and clean the place. Then I finally take a shower. I still have
the plug inside me. I know John would not happy if I remove it. Anyway,
it's been inside me for several hours and I have got used to it. So I just
have it remain in place.

It's uneasy to have my shower with the handcuffs, especially for my
back. But I get used to it. After the shower, I stand in front of the
mirror and carefully look at myself. I am completely a new person. I like
the image in the mirror. I like being locked by handcuff and leg irons. I
like the little cage locked up my cock. I like someone take total control
over me. But I found I need something on my bare skin, not the clothes but
some tattoos. Yes, maybe I can ask John to design something as my
tattoos. He has made an offer last night!

I go to my room and knock on the door. I wait for John's permission for
entering the room. The doorbell rings at the moment and I can hear
"Security check". John opens the door and allows me to get in.

"Sir! Where can I sleep tonight?" I asked.

Maybe John has not serious think about this question. He thinks for several
minutes and said, "In the closet!"

So I remove the bed sheet, take the pillow and the blanket into the closet.

**********

Even I have the idea in mind. But I have to make everything clear. I have
to make sure that if the fag really like what has happened. So when he's
approaching to the closet, I said, "Boy, I want to have a talk with
you. Come over here!"

"Yes Sir!" He just drops everything on hand and approaches towards me.

"Sit down! Boy." I said as he responses immediately by sitting on the floor
in front of me.

"Sorry Ray. I don't mean to hurt you. I am sorry to what has happened
today. I don't want to treat you like that. But I don't know why, the more
I did to you; I can feel that you got more excited. And your excitements
encourage me to do more. It just likes a cycle."

"Sir! You don't need to be sorry!" He said. "I think you are right. I'm
just a fag. When I first met you, you are so nice to me and I started to
like you. But I was totally in shock once you found me jerking off. I can't
control myself; I can't keep from thinking about your body. And now, I know
what I need."

"Sir! When you first put on the collar, you scared me." He continued. "But
now, I found that I need to be controlled. I think it's good to have my
cock locked because I know whose in charge. These cuffs and irons
restricted my movement means I am not a freeman anymore. I have to tell the
truth. When I look at the mirror after shower, I found myself from my own
image. Sir, this is what I want. I want to be your slave. I want you to
take total control over me!"

"Are you serious, Ray?" I asked.

"Yes Sir! I'm serious. I want to serve you. I want to serve you all. Sir! I
really want to be controlled by all of you. And I love you, Sir!" He
answered.

"I want to know your feelings."

"Sir! As said before, you scared me at the very beginning. Later, I found
that anything you did have excited me, even when you are striking my
butt. But they really hurt. My life was so boring before and I can feel the
pleasure now. Sir! I know I should have someone to take control over my
life, and it's you Sir!" He said, "Sir! I just found I need to be
tattooed. I want to have some tattoos on my body. Sir! You said you could
design some tattoos for me yesterday. Sir! I am asking for them now. Sir!
You have the sole decision to put on any tattoos on me to make me your
slave."

"Ray! I like to control people. But this is the first time I take the power
in such a way. I am not sure if I am correct. But I know something is
different between you and me. I am not sure if we are a good match, I like
to take control and you like being controlled. But what I can say now is I
start too like you. I like to take control over you and like to get use of
you. I like to humiliate you. The poor you become, the more I like it. I
think we both need time to think carefully if we really want to have
everything continue. Maybe we will have the final judgment on tomorrow
morning. Now! What do you want?"

"Sir... May I... May I suck your cock, please?" He asked.

"Shit! What a fucking faggot. Then you don't need to think anymore, mother
fucker." I said as I undid my boxer and ordered, "On your knee, slave!"

He knees as I pull his face towards my crotch. I strike his face by my cock
then I ordered, "Open up your fucking mouth, slave! And taste your Master's
cock!"

 (to be continued)

Comments are welcomed.