Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2006 23:04:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Cool Dude <ivan_2034@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Boys - Part Six
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College Boys - Part Six
My relationship with Bobby blossomed. On that first night I
slipped into the house just before eleven and tiptoed up to his
room. The door was slightly ajar and I gave a little knock and
entered. I had no idea what to expect but was certain that there
would be a sexual encounter. Despite my misgivings, I had taken a
shower and made certain that I did not have that slave odor about
me. If he had rejected me. I would have been mortified.
"Come in, dude." he invited. "And lock the door." I did as I was
told.
Bobby was dressed in PE shorts and was wearing new sneakers with
white socks. Nothing else. His hair was wet indicating that he
had just showered and he smelled good. Fuck! I thought to myself,
what is happenin to me here?
"Dude, why don't you take a shower? You'll find scented soap in
the cubicle and deodorant and some cologne in my cupboard. If you
want there's a new toothbrush and toothpaste in the cupboard too."
I needed no second invitation. The thought of having a luxurious
hot shower was intoxicating to me and he must have realized it too
because he let me shower without interruption. After I had dried
myself, I went back into the bedroom and waited to be told what to
do. I just couldn't throw off that slave mentality. He was
sitting on the bed with his back against the pillows. He smiled
and patted the bed next to him. I hopped up on the bed and sat
next to him, waiting for something to happen. The reader should
understand that a slave never takes anything for granted and this
boy literally had the power of life and death over me. He took my
hand and placed it on his thigh. I rubbed his thigh slowly and
decided to take the plunge. I lifted my hand and placed it over his
cock and balls and slowly massaged them through the thin material
of his shorts. In no time his dick stiffened and he told me to
remove his shorts. He lifted his ass and I slipped them down his
legs and over his sneakers. He then told me to remove his socks and
sneakers and he was completely nude. I had never for a moment
considered myself to be gay and had never had the slightest
interest in guys. But when I looked down on this boy's beautiful
body, I was consumed with lust and went down on his dick which was
by then standing to attention. He came in short order and I
swallowed his cum. We lay back and in a short while the most
amazing thing happened. He lifted up on his elbow and brought his
lips down on to mine in the most delicate kiss I had ever
experienced. Then he ran his tongue down my chest, over my
stomach, and took my dick in his mouth. After I had orgasmed he
pulled a single sheet over us and he lay in my arms throughout the
night. At about 5 o'clock the next morning he woke me with a kiss
and told me I should leave before the household awoke.
After that interlude, Bobby would summon me two or three times a
week and I would spend the night with him. I became besotted with
him and, of course, to be able to enjoy the comforts of a free man,
even if only for a few hours, was intoxicating to me. James, the
old slave, was a co-conspirator in our trysts and it was clear that
he was fond of Bobby who he had known since birth. Outside the
bedroom, Bobby treated me as any other slave and I was careful to
keep my place. One afternoon, in fact, he summoned me to his room
and had me orally service his friend Randy Matthews while he
watched. It was clear that he had no intention of letting me think
that my position in the household had changed in any way.
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More and more frequently I heard snatches of Rick's conversations
that would refer to his leaving for college. I would hear him
chatting with Charlie and, surprisingly to my ears, with Dallas
too. It seemed that Dallas would be getting his greatest wish
fulfilled and it was like a knife in my heart that I should have
been the one getting ready for college not Dallas. On a couple of
occasions Rick took me along when he went into town to buy new
clothes and, despite having adapted to my new status, I found it
profoundly demeaning to have to trot slightly behind him carrying
bags while free people, especially young kids and teenagers, made
derogatory remarks about my appearance. He was also wont to park
in the streets, as opposed to parking lots, and thus there were
always folk around who would watch me have to hop into the trunk of
the SUV while he got up front.
One Saturday evening Rick summoned me to his room and instructed me
to take down three valises from his cupboard and to start packing
his clothes. He indicated what was to be packed and I folded
everything neatly and filled the cases. All of the stuff was brand-
new and mostly carried designer labels. He instructed me to report
to his room at 8 o'clock the next morning and load the cases, as
well as his sporting stuff, into the SUV.
The following morning at seven thirty James called me into the
kitchen and told me to take Rick's breakfast tray up to his room.
Rick was in the process of getting dressed and ignored me until I
was about to leave. "I'll ring for you when I've finished my
breakfast. In the meanwhile bring the SUV around to the front.
Then you can load it up. Oh, and by the way, you'll be
accompanying me to college dude. Ask James for a shopping bag and
get your shit together now so there's no delay." I was stunned and
could barely utter "Yes Sir, Master Richard". Bobby must have been
aware of what was going on but he had given me no inkling. This
was evidence of the maxim, espoused in the textbooks, that
communication with a slave took place strictly on a "need to know"
basis and just how uncertain the day-to-day existence of a slave
really was.
Promptly at eight Rick drove away. I was huddled in the back with
the luggage. He drove over to Charlie's house where Charlie was
waiting and, after brief farewells, climbed up front. Charlie
turned around, saw me and laughed. "Hey Ringo! How you doin?" I
replied "I'm fine, thank you, Sir." Charlie laughed again and said
"Good boy!"
Rick enquired "Did Dallas collect your stuff OK?"
"Oh yeah." Charlie replied "But that SUV his dad bought him is
really an old clunker! I hope he makes it college." They both
chuckled.
We drove for some hours and Rick and Charlie were in high spirits,
as could be expected, about being out of their parents' house.
This was their first break from parental control and they were
understandably upbeat. Much of the talk centered on girls and
partying. I was getting hungry and needed to piss so I was glad
when Rick pulled into a large roadside establishment which
advertised itself as "Motor Mecca". He entered slowly looking all
around until Charlie said "Over there!" Rick pulled the car up at
an entrance with an overhead neon sign which announced "Slave
Parking". A slave attendant came running up to the SUV and asked
Rick whether he wished to park a slave and Rick confirmed it.
"We'll be back in about an hour after we've eaten." Rick informed
the slave. "The slave is to fed and watered and of course allowed
to use the ablution facilities."
"Very well, Sir." the slave replied. "Would Master please unlock
the trunk?"
I was unceremoniously pulled out of the SUV and the slave produced
a perforated two-part numbered card which he tore in half. He gave
one half to Rick who was asked to produce it when I was collected
and the other half was snapped on to my collar. He then attached a
short leash to my collar and led me off into the entrance.
>From outside the Motor Mecca would not have been out of place on
the strip in Las Vegas. However, once inside the slave facility,
one was greeted with the usual bare white-washed walls and
unpainted concrete floors. I gave a rueful smile and thought to
myself that few things really change. I found myself in a medium
sized hall which contained twelve floor to ceiling square pillars.
The four sides of the pillars each had an implanted iron ring to
which was attached a three foot chain. There were about ten slaves
in the room and they were each attached to a pillar by the chain
which was snapped on to their collars. They were literally parked
in a standing position. There were both male and female slaves and
some were nude while others had on the usual slave attire. At the
back of the room there were about twelve slave squat toilets. A
wall separated the toilet area into two and it seemed that the left
was for females and the right for males. From the front however
the whole area was visible. I was parked and shortly thereafter a
slave appeared and handed me a sealed ration of slave biscuits and
a mug of cold unsweetened black tea. After I had eaten I was led
to the toilet area where I was allowed to shit and piss. I made
sure to hose myself completely clean. Some time later I was
collected by the outside attendant and led back to the SUV. The
engine was running and Rick and Charlie were already seated up
front. Rick said to me "Move your ass Ringo. We aint got all
day." I replied "Yes Sir, Master Richard." and hopped into the
trunk. We were on our way again.
At about three o'clock that afternoon we pulled into the college
grounds and Rick and Charlie let out whoops. It was the start of a
new adventure.
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A few years at college is something that every young person aspires
too. It is that period of one's life when one moves from
adolescence to adulthood and is normally the first time that one
flees the nest which is one's parents' home. It is a period of
total freedom from sexual restraint and one in which society makes
many allowances for minor indiscretions. All this is true insofar
as it affected free boys and girls. For young persons who had been
enslaved, however, the reality was far different. I had been
enslaved into a household which brooked no nonsense from its slaves
but it was an environment nevertheless where one could lead an
existence free of harassment if one embraced one's status as a
slave and the need to serve one's Master totally without
reservations. To be a slave in the college environment, I found,
was a different matter. Slaves on campus were the responsibility
of the campus police and they were never far away. Wherever one
went one would be accosted by the police who kept a tight rein on
all movement and who were always free in their use of the flick
whips they carried. A number of them, I discovered, were college
dropouts who bore a grudge.
On arrival at the college Rick drove to the administration building
and sought out the Admissions Department. After he and Charlie had
registered and received their dorm room numbers, he was told to see
the campus police in order to register my presence. The attitude
of the police was evident in the surly manner they displayed even
in dealing with Rick. I was allocated a bed number in slave
dormitory two and Rick was given a list of requirements relating to
my presence on campus. Rick then sought out the dormitory building
he and Charlie had been assigned to. It turned out to be the most
recent addition to the student housing and it was apparent that
Rick's dad held some sway. Each student had a single room with
attached shower and toilet. While Rick and Charlie looked the
building over, I carried Rick's stuff upstairs and when he
returned, I did the unpacking while he showed me where everything
was to be stored. We had no sooner finished when Dallas arrived
amid high fives all around. He also had been allocated a room in
the same dorm. I hauled his and Charlie's stuff upstairs and went
through the same unpacking and storing routine with each of them.
Rick accompanied me down to the slave dorms which were situated
behind the student housing. There were two dormitory buildings,
the first for the dorm slaves and the second for the student-owned
slaves. The dorm was sparse and bare, as was to be expected, and I
soon found the numbered bed which had been allocated to me. I
learnt later that the janitorial slaves were owned by an outfit in
the adjoining town and were contracted out to the college. They
were housed in barracks on the firm's premises and were transported
to and from the college each day. The official dress for slaves on
campus was not dissimilar to what I had been used to. It consisted
of short pants and a tunic and heavy slave shoes. The dormitory
and privately-owned slaves wore dark green and blue uniforms
respectively in order to differentiate between them. The
janitorial slaves wore orange jump suits. Each slave was issued
with a plastic-coated identification card, which recorded the
slave's official SIN, the college-issued slave number, slave name
and owner's name. This was clipped on to the slave's collar and
had to be on display at all times. There was a tiny office at the
entrance to each of the slave dormitories and it was occupied
around the clock by a trustee dorm slave. If a student required
the presence of a slave, he would call through to that office and
the trustee slave would dispatch the slave as was required.
Rick accompanied me to the slaves' supplies store on campus and
purchased two uniforms for me as was laid down. Thereafter we
returned to his room and he rounded up Charlie and Dallas. He then
informed me that I would be serving all three of them, not just
himself, and that any instructions emanating from either of them
were to be obeyed as if they had come from him. I was a little
taken aback by this unexpected turn of events but merely
acknowledged what he had said with a "Yes Sir, Master Richard".
A routine was soon established and I became accustomed to their
individual requirements although the basic elements of what a
servant performs were there. I would wake them individually each
morning with coffee and croissants, lay out their clothes for the
day, and after they departed for classes, make their beds, clean
their rooms and bathrooms, and pick up and hang discarded clothes.
Thereafter I would do the laundry and the previous day's ironing,
polish their shoes and boots and clean their sports equipment. In
addition I kept both SUVs washed and waxed. Each day they would
leave with me a list of other chores to be done and errands to be
run. In the evenings I would be on call to fetch pizza and beer
and that type of thing. There was much to be done and I had little
time to myself. On two occasions I was handed over to the campus
police to receive a caning of ten cuts for supposed "tardiness" in
the first case, and in the second case, for not having my hair
gelled and spiked to Rick's strict standards. It was really just
another manifestation of Rick's theories on slave management. All
three of them witnessed the canings and these episodes rankled with
me.
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Possibly the most disturbing thing to me about my enslavement was
my younger brother Dallas's involvement in it. One of the basic
tenets of slavery as it had been re-introduced was that a person
once enslaved lost all his privileges and rights as a citizen and
was in fact de-registered from the population register and re-
registered as a slave identified officially by only a number.
Family members were encouraged to think of an enslaved relative as
no longer existing in the family structure and, as far as possible,
the authorities made it a practice to make slaves untraceable.
Rick was an avid slaver so it is quite probable that he accepted
the theory but I often wondered whether his main motivation in
involving Dallas was to observe how he and I would react towards
one another. It was almost as if he were a puppeteer pulling
strings.
Dallas was clearly not of the same intellectual capacity as Rick
and had displayed for a number of years a resentment of the fact
that he was unable to compete with his wealthier friends. It was
relatively easy therefore for Rick to manipulate him. Dallas had
seemingly slipped into the role of "Master" in his dealings with me
very easily and, of course, the fact that I had to respond to him
in exactly the same way I did to other free boys, re-enforced his
confidence. So it was that when the new arrangement as far as I
was concerned was put into force at college, he seemed to have no
qualms in dealing with me as he might have dealt with any other
slave. And, if the truth be known, I was now responding to Dallas
as I did to the other two without the thought in the back of my
mind that he was my younger brother.
Rick and Charlie had very quickly started to move in a fast set at
college and, as these things invariably happen, the rich kids
tended to gravitate towards one another. To give them their due
they did not try to exclude Dallas but he did not have the means to
keep up and thus to actively pursue a girl friend in that set.
Many was the time therefore that he would decline an invitation to
accompany them to a social event citing the excuse that he had to
catch up on his studies.
One evening I had already gone down to the slave dormitories after
our meal and was chatting with a young slave I had become friendly
with, when the trustee dorm slave on duty shouted to me that I was
required in Room 103. That was Dallas's room. "Move your ass
boy!" he encouraged me. I knocked on the door of Dallas's room
and he shouted that I should enter. He was sitting at his desk and
had swung the swivel chair around to face the door. "Take a seat
dude." he invited, indicating the bed. I was suspicious and told
him "I would prefer to stand Sir." He responded with a little
smile "Have it your way then."
"Ringo, the three of us are well aware that you were messing
around with Bobby before we left Sunninghill. Rick maintains that
you slept with him most nights. That being the case, the
probabilities are that you were giving him head. Right?"
I wasn't sure where this was leading but I knew better than to be
caught in a lie. "Yes Sir, it's true Sir. But I was ordered by
Master Robert to do it and........."
"I'm not interested in your excuses boy." he interjected. "The
fact remains that you have been introduced to sucking cock and I
see no reason why both you and I shouldn't have a little fun. Lock
the door and get over here." I did as I was told and performed
oral sex on my brother. It was the first of many times after that,
always when Rick and Charlie were elsewhere.
It was an ambivalous relationship. One night after he had cum, I
was about to leave when he told me to stay. He said he something to
do in town and that I should accompany him. He had me hop into the
trunk of his SUV and drove to the other side of town. He pulled
into a drive-in restaurant and ordered two cheeseburgers with fries
and cokes. When the waitress brought the food, he passed one
portion over to me in the back. I couldn't believe my eyes and
wolfed the food down. I couldn't remember ever having tasted
anything so good. We did similar things thereafter. If Rick had
become aware of what he had done, he would have severed ties with
Dallas immediately.
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None of the three boys seemed to be paying the too much attention
to their studies and, despite my own situation, it rankled with me
that Dallas should not take full advantage of the opportunity he
had been given, particularly in view of our father's limited means.
Rick and Charlie of course were rich kids and college to them was a
glorified holiday and it would be sufficient if they managed to
walk away with some sort of ordinary diploma. In view of the
influence their fathers brought to bear, the chances were minimal
that they would not. Patronage existed in all its virulent forms
at institutions of higher learning.
As far as I was concerned, my chief problem was to allay the
boredom of continually having to clean up. I have mentioned that I
was kept very busy and the less Rick, Charlie and Dallas were
called upon to do for themselves the more slovenly they became.
Every piece of clothing they took off was left lying around on the
bed or on the floor, and they thought nothing of changing their
shirts two or three times a day. The amount of laundry mounted
considerably. Their use of the bathrooms was another case in
point. Water would be splashed all over the floor and sodden
towels were left lying around. Charlie seemed incapable of
urinating without piss ending up on the floor. The running of
errands also became a nightmare for me. If a slave was called upon
to visit unaccompanied any place of business on behalf of his
Master, he would have to use the slave entrance/counter and so long
as there was a free person wanting attention, the slaves would be
made to wait in line. One's movements were continually checked by
the campus police and one needed a "Master's Pass" to move around
campus.
Most of the slaves, and certainly all of the dorm slaves, had shorn
heads and, as was the case elsewhere, they were commonly referred
to as "bulbheads". At least they had some respite from the
taunting in view of their numbers. My own unique hairstyle invited
much ridicule and comment. It seemed to me that every time I came
into Rick's presence, the first thing he would do would be to check
to see that my head was properly shaved and gelled and spiked.
On top of my already full schedule, I would also be called upon to
serve guests who were invited to the boys' dorm rooms and sometimes
be "lent" out to assist if a larger party was taking place
elsewhere on campus. At all these functions the slaves were
invariably mocked and fondled in some way or another.
Such was life for a slave on campus.
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Two years had flown by and the time was fast approaching for us
once again to return home for the holidays. I would no doubt be
returned to duties on the estate and around the house but I was
looking forward to seeing Bobby once more.
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Rick had always had a problem with the female house slaves snooping
around his room and bathroom and thus decided when he returned home
for the summer vacation that he would retain Ringo as his personal
slave. He had trained Ringo to serve his personal needs to his
satisfaction at college and saw no reason to disrupt the situation.
Meanwhile, Bobby had just graduated from high school and would be
returning with Rick to college as a freshman. He had enquired of
Rick whether he thought their Dad would agree to his having a slave
at college too but Rick had poured cold water on the idea. At the
end of each of the last two years, Rick had been instrumental in
having his father sell off two of the estate slaves and Cato had
now to manage the upkeep of the estate with sixteen slaves rather
than the twenty he had had previously. Rick knew that this was
cutting matters to be bone but he believed in keeping the pressure
on to maximize productivity. He therefore told Bobby that a slave
couldn't really be spared and suggested instead that Ringo be used
to service Bobby as well as himself, Charlie and Dallas. He knew
full well that Ringo was kept pretty busy but thought it would do
him no harm to move his lazy ass a little quicker. It fitted in
with his maxim of always keeping the pressure on a slave. He
suggested to Bobby too that, until they returned to college, Ringo
serve not only as his personal slave but also as Bobby's. In this
way Ringo would become conversant with what Bobby required of him
before they returned. Of course, Bobby had no real alternative but
to agree although the thought of not having his own slave, which he
felt would have given him huge standing among his freshman peers,
was a little deflating.
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I had expected when we returned to Sunninghill to be simply
assigned to my old duties of working on the estate under Cato in
the mornings and assisting old James around the house in the
afternoons, at the same time carrying out any tasks Rick and Bobby
might have for me. It was somewhat of a surprise therefore when I
was summoned to Rick's room soon after our arrival. Bobby was
present too. Rick informed me he had decided that, until we
returned to college, I would serve in the house as his personal
slave and that I would serve in that capacity for Bobby too. On
our return to college I would be serving Bobby as well as himself,
Charlie and Dallas, and in order to have no disruptions then, I
should familiarize myself before we returned with Bobby's needs.
He then dismissed me. I really felt some trepidation about the
whole situation as I was already barely coping.
During the course of the next few weeks a number of social events
were arranged. In addition to Rick's regular card games at which I
served, Bobby held a graduation party for his friends and both Rick
and Charlie threw parties. I no longer felt embassassment when I
was forced to confront people I had known before I was enslaved and
I recognized that I was now in full acceptance of my slave status
and no longer had anything in common with those people. However,
my appearance (the cheap uniform, comical haircut, the large
earrings and the heavy iron collar) always attracted attention and
smiles. It no longer concerned me.
One of the guests at Charlie's party was Cindy Draper, the girl I
had accompanied to that graduation party two years ago, and who had
falsely accused me of sexually assaulting her. I had expected
that, if I ever saw her again, I would be overcome with rage.
Strangely, however, I felt no such emotion and it was almost as if
I had now accepted my slavehood as something that had been handed
down to me by fate. It was difficult to understand. During the
course of the evening at the second party at the Parker estate, I
was aware that Cindy had her eyes on me and although I caught her
eye I quickly looked down as was expected. I had no wish to
resurrect unpleasant memories about which I could do nothing.
If I had expected to carry on with Bobby as before, I was to be
disappointed. He was quite often visited by a friend and, when
cleaning his room, it became apparent to me that something of a
sexual nature was taking place between them. He did, however,
summon me to his room late at night on occasion and I would then
spend the night with him. I realized that my feelings for him were
undiminished.
To be continued.