Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:01:21 -0800
From: Shaun <shauncollegeboy@gmail.com>
Subject: College Slaveboy Part Two

COLLEGE SLAVEBOY

     "I will do whatever you say for twenty-four hours," I
said dutifully.

     "Be at my room at exactly 8:45 tomorrow morning.  Your
twenty-four hours starts then." Ryan smiled again.  "We'll
see how you enjoy being MY slaveboy."

     With that, he left.  My roommate showed up soon after
and we went down to dinner in the cafeteria.  But I spent
the rest of the night wondering what I had gotten myself
into.


PART TWO

     I was nervous as I got dressed the next morning.  My
roommate Dan was still in bed but I know he was wondering
where I was going.  He knew I only had one afternoon class
that day.  I didn't say anything; I just grabbed my backpack
and walked down the hall to Ryan's room.

     I waited until exactly 8:45 am and knocked on Ryan's
door.  He opened it, saying "Hey Shaun, you're right on
time.  Oh, what classes do you have today?"

     "Just Poli Sci.  It starts at 12:30."

     Ryan nodded.  "Okay, you can carry my backpack.  Let's
go."

     I grabbed Ryan's backpack and followed him out the
door.

     We set off toward Ryan's first class.  It was a little
awkward carrying both his and my backpacks but I managed.  I
am sure I looked funny struggling to keep up with his long
strides.  He saw somebody he knew along the way and stopped
to chat.  I stopped behind him, still carrying the two
backpacks, and got an odd look.  Then he continued on to his
first class.  He took his backpack and told me to wait for
him outside until class was over.

     I sat on a bench doing some homework while I waited.
When his class ended, he walked over to my bench, silently
handed me his backpack and we set off for his next class.
We went through the same drill there but when it was over
Ryan said it was time for lunch and led the way to the
cafeteria in the student union.

     When we got there, Ryan told me what he wanted and
instructed me to bring it over to where he was sitting.
Juggling both backpacks as well as a tray, I bought lunch
for him and me and found him seated at a table.  I unloaded
the food from the tray and sat down with him to eat.

     Surprisingly, lunch wasn't awkward at all.  We had a
nice conversation, talking about school, sports, movies,
etc.  Ryan is smart with interesting opinions; it was fun
getting to know him better.  And he seemed genuinely
interested in what I had to say.  When we were through, Ryan
looked at his watch and then handed me his room key.

     "I know you have class now," he said.  "I have to do
some research in the library and then I am meeting some
friends.  But I have some chores for you.  After your class,
go back to my room and clean it thoroughly.  Wash my sheets
and my dirty laundry which you will find in a hamper in my
closet.  Keep the door unlocked at all times.  I will be
back at 5 pm.  You will have finished your chores and be
waiting for me in position for inspection - which is
completely naked, kneeling on the floor, with your hands
behind your back.  Got it, Shaun?"

     I nodded.  "Then say it back to me," said Ryan.

     "I will clean your room and do your laundry.  When you
return, I will be waiting in inspection position which is
completely naked, kneeling and with my hands behind my
back."

     Ryan gave me a quick smile and reached across the table
to good-naturedly ruffle my hair.  He then grabbed his
backpack and took off.  I went on to my lecture.

     As I walked back to the dorm after class, I didn't feel
too bad about the day so far.  Lunch had been fun and
otherwise it just seemed as if Ryan was getting back at me
for that slaveboy comment I had stupidly made.

     I let myself into Ryan's room with his key, leaving it
on his desk, and set about the cleaning and the laundry.  I
worked fast but made sure I did a thorough job, making the
bed nicely and folding and putting away his clean clothes.
Ryan's roommate had dropped out a few weeks earlier so the
room was half empty anyway.  I finished a little after 4:30.

     I considered what to do.  Ryan said he'd be back at
5:00 pm but what if he was early?  I was pretty sure that I
better be naked and in position when he arrived.  But he had
told me to leave the door unlocked.  If anyone opened the
door while I was waiting, they would find me butt naked in
Ryan's room.  I didn't relish explaining that.  But with the
door unlocked I wouldn't have any warning before Ryan
arrived either.  I decided I better be ready for him.

     I removed my shoes and socks (I wasn't making that
mistake again).  I stripped off my shirt and then stepped
out of my jeans and boxers.  I looked at the untidy pile of
my clothes on the floor and immediately knew better.  I
picked them up, folded them neatly and placed them on Ryan's
desk.

     I knelt in the center of the floor facing the door.  I
put my hands behind my back and waited patiently for Ryan.
I heard some voices pass Ryan's door but no one came in.

     As I waited, a horrifying thought struck me.  Ryan had
said he was meeting some friends; what if he brought them
back with him?  Was it Ryan's plan to show off his naked
slaveboy to his buddies?  My heart started beating faster.

     At about five minutes to 5:00 the door opened without
warning.  To my relief, it was Ryan and he was alone.  He
looked around, taking in the room and me kneeling naked.  I
could see him nod approvingly as he saw the folded pile of
my clothes on his desk.  He didn't say a word as he took his
cell phone out and took a couple of photos of me.  Then he
began an inspection of the room.  The worst thing was that
he left the door open!  Anyone walking by could see me
kneeling there totally nude.

     He finished his inspection pretty quickly and shut the
door.  I sighed with relief.  No one had walked past while
the door was open.

     "Nice job, Shaun," said Ryan.  "Everything looks good."

     For some reason, I was quite pleased to hear Ryan's
praise.

     "As a reward, I am going to take you out to dinner," he
said.  "You can stand up now."

     I got up slowly, a little stiff from my kneeling.  I
headed toward my clothes.

     "Whoa, what do you think you're doing?" laughed Ryan.
"I didn't say you could get dressed.  In fact, we're going
to go down to your room and pick out what you're going to
wear."

     I could hear people out in the hall.  "Come on Ryan," I
pleaded.  "There are people out there.  I can't walk bare
assed naked all the way down to my room!"

     Ryan seemed to consider it.  "Okay," he said.  "You can
wear your boxers.  But carry everything else."

     It wasn't that unusual for guys to walk around the dorm
in their boxers.  But I knew that anyone who saw me would
wonder why I was carrying the rest of my clothes.  But I
knew better than to protest.  I slipped on my boxers and
picked up everything else.

     I followed Ryan out the door.  Sure enough, there was a
big group chatting in the hallway.  We all said hi as we
passed and I noticed a number of quizzical stares as I
walked past them carrying most of my clothes.

     When we got to my room, I was pleased that my roommate
Dan was out.  Ryan proceeded to go through my closet to
decide what I would wear to dinner.  After a couple of
minutes, he showed me what he had picked out -- sneakers,
socks, a tight muscle t-shirt, a jockstrap and an old pair
of threadbare running shorts.

     I opened my mouth but then quickly shut it when I saw
the expression on Ryan's face.  Sighing, I peeled off the
boxers and put on the jockstrap.  I was not surprised when
he took some more photos with the cell phone camera.  I got
the rest of the outfit on and caught a glimpse of myself in
the mirror.  With those revealing clothes, not much of my
body was left to the imagination.

     Ryan looked at me appraisingly.  "You have a great
body, Shaun.  You should show it off more.  Oh, leave your
wallet and cell phone here.  You won't need them.  And I'll
carry your room key."

     I handed Ryan my key.  I didn't have any pockets
anyway.  Then Ryan fished my gym bag out of the closet and
handed it to me.  "Here, carry this," he said as he walked
out the door.

     The same group was still in the hall as we left but I
realized that dressed as I was and carrying the gym bag, it
just looked like I was heading off to the gym.  I felt
grateful to Ryan.

     Ryan asked if I felt like Mexican food.  I love Mexican
food so I quickly agreed.  We walked over to a really good,
really cheap restaurant near campus.  It was not too busy
when we got there and Ryan asked for a booth in the corner.

     The waiter had just taken our order when Ryan turned to
me and said quietly, "Take your gym bag to the men's room.
Take off your jockstrap, shoes and socks and put them in the
gym bag.  Then come back to the table."

     I looked suspiciously at Ryan but knew better than to
say anything.  I grabbed the gym bag and went into the men's
room.  It was empty.  I went into a stall, stepped out of my
shorts and quickly got off my jockstrap, shoes and socks.
After tucking them into the gym bag and getting my shorts
back on, I headed to the table.  As I sat down, Ryan took
the gym bag from me and put it on the floor.  "Okay, now
take off your shorts and hand them to me," he whispered.

     Now I was horrified.  Ryan wanted me to be naked from
the waist down in the middle of the restaurant!  I looked
around.  The good thing about the corner booth was that no
one who wasn't down on the floor could have a sight line to
see below the table.  I made sure no one was looking our way
and shifted up my hips.  I surreptitiously slid off my
running shorts and handed them to Ryan underneath the table.
He tucked them into the gym bag with my shoes, socks and
jockstrap.

     Our food arrived right after that.  The waiter looked
puzzled and I realized that he must have seen my bare feet
under the table.  The restaurant was by no means fancy but
it did have one of those "No Shoes - No Shirt - No Service"
signs.  However, the waiter, a young latino guy, didn't say
anything.

     As the waiter put down the plates, Ryan "accidentally"
knocked a fork off the table.  The waiter bent down to pick
it up and rose with a surprised look on his face.  He had
clearly seen me nude under the table!  I was mortified but
the waiter just smiled and said "What is this?  A frat
thing?  Anyway, you better keep that shirt on or I will HAVE
to refuse you service."  Ryan snickered as the waiter walked
away.

     The rest of dinner went fine.  The food was good and
Ryan and I talked about all sorts of things.  We both opened
up a lot - talking about ourselves, our families, what we
wanted to do with our lives, etc.  The time just flew by.
If I hadn't been sitting there naked from the waist down, I
would have thoroughly enjoyed myself.

     As we finished eating, Ryan shocked me by reaching
under the table and putting his hand in my crotch.  He
gently felt me up as I began to get aroused.  He started to
slowly stroke my dick.  Soon I had a major hardon and was
oozing precum.  I moaned involuntarily.

     Ryan abruptly stopped as the waiter arrived with the
bill.  Ryan pulled out some money and dropped it on the
table.  He stood up, grabbed the gym bag and said "let's go"
as he headed toward the door.

     I was frozen.  Did Ryan expect me to follow him half
naked through the restaurant?  With an erection!  I couldn't
even run back to the dorm since he had my room key.

     I saw Ryan stop to talk to our waiter on his way out.
The waiter walked straight over to my table.  He was
grinning and had my running shorts in his hand.

     "Your buddy says you have thirty seconds to meet him
out front," he said.  He then held up my shorts just out of
reach. I had to jump up and partially expose myself to grab
the shorts.  The waiter was laughing as I stuffed myself
into the shorts and rushed out of the restaurant.  I was
blushing bright red; the thin running shorts hardly holding
in my boner.

     Ryan was grinning as he stood outside the front door of
the restaurant.  "You just made it," he said.  "Oh, you
better put on your shoes and socks," he said as he handed me
the gym bag.

     So right there on the busy street, I awkwardly shifted
from leg to leg, wearing those tight running shorts, with a
full erection, pulling on my socks and shoes.  Of course,
Ryan took a couple more photos with his cell phone.

     It was getting cool as we walked back to the dorm.
Fortunately my hardon had subsided by the time we got there.
There was a stain from precum on the front of my shorts but
I could hold the gym bag in front of me.

     As we walked in, Ryan saw that a movie was about to be
shown in the student lounge.  He announced that we were
going to watch so we went in and sat down.  As the lights
went down, I waited nervously for instructions from Ryan.  I
wondered what further humiliation he might have in store for
me.  I pictured him ordering me to strip and maybe give him
a blow job there in the dark.  I was surprised that I was
both horrified and aroused by the thought.  But I guess Ryan
just wanted to see the movie since we watched uneventfully.
I was a little disappointed.

     After the movie, we went up to his room.  When we got
inside, he turned to me and said, "You have thirty minutes
to shower and brush your teeth and be back here wearing only
a pair of clean white briefs."  He looked at me expectantly.

     "I have thirty minutes to shower and brush my teeth and
be back here wearing only a pair of clean white briefs," I
repeated.  Ryan gave me a quick smile and handed me the gym
bag and my room key.

     When I got back to my room, my roommate Dan was in
there studying.  He looked me up and down when I walked in.
He looked surprised as he took in my outfit, including the
stained shorts, but he didn't say anything.  Hopefully, he
just thought I was back from the gym.  I said hi, quickly
got my clothes off, grabbed a towel and headed for the
shower.

     When I returned to my room, I slipped on some tighty
whities as instructed and picked up my room key.  Dan was
ignoring me but I realized that Ryan might keep me all night
so I thought I better say something.

     "Umm, Dan.  I may not be back until morning.  I have a
late night study session."

     Dan looked up and in a deadpan voice said, "In your
underwear?"

     I blushed bright red again and retreated out the door.
As I walked down the hallway, I wondered what Ryan had in
store for me tonight.

TO BE CONTINUED

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     Love, Shaun