Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2003 12:17:27 +0100
From: chris-hutch <chris-hutch@ntlworld.com>
Subject: Master Rob and Slave Boy Nick Pt 9.

MASTER ROB AND SLAVE BOY NICK

PART 9 - UNIVERSITY STREAK ENDS IN HUMILIATING WANK IN QUAD.


     By the time I got back to the flat from the afternoon's fun with three
young Masters and Mark I had less than an hour to go before I had to go out
again to the university for my night class. I wanted to get there early as
I knew the lecturer normally stayed back from his day classes and would
normally be working in the lecture room, ready for evening classes. I would
be able to slip in early and hand him my letter informing him that I was
terminating the course. The letter of termination had been made out at last
Saturdays party by Chris, my wife's or soon to be ex wife's solicitor and
apparently new boyfriend. I had signed it and it had been sealed in an
envelope ready for me to hand in, which under Master Rob's express
instruction had to be done in person, by myself on the evening of my next
class. I had no doubt that it would be as explicit as my letter of
resignation from work this Tuesday morning, and was not looking forward to
having to do it when the whole class was present.

     Inside the flat I had hoped to have enough time to wash my cloths, but
time was no longer on my side. I stripped out of the piss and spunk soaked
cloths and black winkle picker boots and put the cloths in the washer
drier. If I couldn't wash them at least I could get them dried out, before
having to go out and whilst they dried out I would get a bath, ensure my
body was clean and shaved and give myself an enema to clean myself inside
as well.  I quickly checked my bright pink nail polish on my fingers and
toes and was pleased to see that I wouldn't need to put anymore on, at
least this would save me some time and I could sure use a coffee before
going out. Replacing my butt plug and cock ring I sat naked in the kitchen
drinking my coffee whilst waiting for the drier to stop. At least I would
have dry cloths to wear, but my boots I was going to have to wear would
still be soaked, but that would be more preferable than having to wear the
red sued high heeled boots.

     The drier stopped its drying cycle and I got the Levi's jacket and
jeans out, they where virtually dry but not quite, the odour from them
permeated the air around and one could easily smell the stench of piss and
spunk. So I laid them out over the metal bed frame to air hoping the smell
would recede. Normally I would have another hour before I had to leave but
as I was trying to get to class early I had about 15 mins left. Suddenly
Steve and the two Mark's came down into the flat and I was ordered to get
up on the bed on all fours. I quickly tried to explain that Master Rob
wanted me to go to my night class and why, but they were not interested,
pointing out I still had another hour at least and I could always arrive a
bit late as it was only to terminate my classes. I got on the bed and
assumed the position on all fours across the bed.

     Once in position I felt my butt plug being removed from my pussy hole
and replaced by Steve's well endowed manhood. In the next hour I had been
fucked up my pussy hole three times and sucked three loads of their
fantastic cum into my cock sucking mouth.

Steve : "Well it's about time you got off to night classes, PUSSY BOY"

Nick : "Yes SIR, but can I go clean up in the toilet first please Young SIR
?"  Steve : "No I don't think so as your going to be late now you little
FUCK BOY BITCH"

     I felt Steve pushing the butt plug back into my spunk filled pussy
hole, as he commented that that should help stop any accidents. I took the
opportunity to thank him for his kindness and quickly got dressed in the
worn, threadbare and piss and spunk smelling Levi's jacket and jeans. As I
went to pick up the black boots Steve informed me that I shouldn't wear wet
things to go out in I might catch a cold or something.

Steve : "I think you would be better to put dry boots on PUSSY SLAVE BOY"

     I accepted my fate and put the red sued 4 inch high heeled ankle boots
on and headed up the stairs with my crash helmet to the garage, with my
letter of termination of classes in my back pocket.

     Once at the university I parked up in the rear car park and carrying
my crash helmet made my way across the Quadrangle, through the front doors,
up the stairs and along a number of corridors, finally stopping outside the
lecture room we normally used. As I was slightly late there had not been to
many people around the corridors, so I had only had a few rather strange
looks and very few comments made at the way I was dressed and the strong
odour emanating from my Levi's. The feelings I had at that moment must have
been similar to those of soldiers in World War I, waiting in the trench
just before going over the top. With fear, excitement and adrenaline
filling ones body with a powerful electric charge.

     With a quick knock, I opened the door and entered the classroom, I
could feel all eyes turning to me and feel the utter disbelief and hear the
gasps before there was one almighty great laughter from the entire
class. With my face as red as my high heeled boots I stepped out to the
teachers desk at the front and middle of the room. With slightly shaking
hands I stood before the desk and handed my letter over to the lecturer. He
did not say anything, but took my letter and ripped it open. As he read the
letter the slight look of disgust and shock on his face grew deeper.

Lecturer : "So you've decided to become a PUSSY SLAVE BOY to a MASTER ROB
and you are terminating your night classes forthwith in order to become a
better FUCK BOY BITCH. Nick. Well looking at you I don't think you need
much more practice. This is not a joke is it PUSSY BOY."

Nick : "NO SIR, I AM A PUSSY SLAVE BOY AND AM ENJOYING BEING MY MASTER ROBS
FUCK BOY BITCH FOR HIM AND HIS FRIENDS.

     As I stand their before his desk, like a naughty little school boy,
dressed as I was and still tasting the spunk coating my mouth and inside my
pussy hole arse. The lecturer having re read my letter gives me a small
slip of paper which I now have to take to the admin office further along
the corridor and my classes will be terminated. I turn around slowly and
with my head held down slightly and my hips swaying proudly I walk out of
the class. I completed the admin of terminating my class and head for the
stairs again, all I am looking forward to is getting out of here now.

     Before I have gone very far down the corridor I bump into John from
the tattoo parlour and say Hi to him. He asks me if I am doing anything at
present, and as I am not he tells me to come with him back into another
classroom. John quickly tells me that he teaches an art class and that the
male model for the class has not shown up, therefore I would have to do and
before I know it I am stood naked before an art class of twenty or so
people. This wouldn't be so bad except my BABY BOY PEE PEE TOY is still
throwing a bonner and is uncomfortably rigid and my ball sacks like
balloons encased in the cock ring. At least the way I am posing I feel sure
nobody can see my butt plug in my pussy hole arse. There are a few comments
made through the class to quite for me to hear, but most are followed by
some titters of repressed laughter, from both men and women in the class.

     After nearly two hours the class starts to clean up, and John tells
me, that is it for tonight, he will make sure I receive the normal payment
for modelling, which will be sent in the post to me. I am also told by him
that the next sitting is in about ten weeks, when I need to come back for a
follow up class, something about changes which I don't understand, except
for the fact that it requires the same model as the one used tonight. As
the clock turns 9 PM. I head to the back of the class to get my cloths of
the hook inside the door. I look in total disbelief, as I see the red sued
boots still sat on the floor where I left them, but my jeans, jacket and
crash helmet, are gone from the hook. A notice is now pinned to the wall
"GET THE BOOTS ON AND MEET ME BY THE WASTE PAPER BIN IN THE CENTRE OF THE
QUAD. YOUR CLOTHS ARE IN THE RUBBISH BIN. DON'T DELAY AS BINS ARE EMPTIED
AT 9.15 EACH NIGHT. Signed MASTER R.

     It was now 9.05 so I quickly put my red sued high heeled boots on and
shouting goodnight to John dashed as best as I could in the high heels out
of the class. I ran naked and hairless one hand over my erect BABY BOYS PEE
PEE TOY and another over my butt plug stuffed PUSSY HOLE arse. All the
classes where now turning out and red faced I did my STREAK through the
university. I burst through the front doors of reception, coming face to
face with the Young Teenage Master from earlier that afternoon. I just
stopped and for what ever reason remembered his parting instructions. I
dropped in front of him onto my knees.

Nick : "Young Master I did not expect to see you hear," (I am rubbing my
BABY BOY PEE PEE TOY with my hand as instructed) "I AM SORRY MASTER BUT
DESPITE PLAYING WITH MY BABY BOYS PEE PEE TOY I AM UNABLE TO GET IT TO FIRE
ANY SPUNK BALLS WHAT SO EVER, I AM A PATHETIC PUSSY SLAVE BOY SIR"

     The looks from all the students around must have been a picture,
seeing this middle aged man naked, and kneeling before a 14 year old boy
rubbing his own cock which he is calling his BABY BOYS PEE PEE TOY and how
he cannot get it to have an ejaculation. This was disgustingly
pathetic. The Young Master tells me to kiss both his boots and to be on my
way, which I am so pleased about as time is running out if I am to get my
cloths back. I lean down to kiss his boots and now realise why he has told
me to do this. Every single person around could now clearly see the silver
metal butt plug I have shoved up my pussy hole. Getting to my feet and
covering my PEE PEE TOY and pussy I run off for the rubbish bin in the
centre of the quad, to a deafening raw of laughter from the people on the
steps of the university.

     I arrived at the rubbish bin in the middle of the fully illuminated
quad and there standing before the bin is my Master Rob. His face shows
signs of anger but nothing is said, he stands there dressed in his black
leather motor bike gear and smirks at me.

Master Rob : "Lay down with your back to the ground knees up and splayed
and soles of your feet on the ground and start wanking that pathetic BABY
BOYS PEE PEE TOY of yours. Then beg me as loud as possible what you want to
see a doctor about, go on get started PUSSY BOY"

     Not saying anything I assume the position indicated, with my head laid
pointing towards my Maser looking up at his leather clad crotch and cock as
he straddles my head. I start wanking myself off here in the middle of the
well illuminated quad. The HUMILIATION OF WANKING IN PUBLIC in the middle
of the QUAD quickly gets me really hot and horny and I have an orgasm which
every person around can see, and as normal NOTHING not a drop of spunk.

Nick : "I AM SORRY MASTER ROB YOU SEE THAT MY BABY BOYS PEE PEE TOY IS ONLY
ANY GOOD FOR HAVING PEE PEE's WITH. I BEG YOU MASTER PLEASE LET ME SEE A
DOCTOR AND GET IT REDUCED TO AT BEST AN INCH, I ONLY NEED IT FOR PISSING
THROUGH AS IT WILL NOT FIRE ANY SPUNK OUT OF IT NO MATTER WHAT I DO. THE
DOCTOR MAY ALSO BE ABLE TO IMPROVE MY FACE AND MAKE MY LIPS MORE FULLER SO
IMPROVING MY COCK SUCKING ABILITIES I SO LOVE. HE COULD EVEN RESHAPE MY
BODY A BIT AND IMPROVE MY NIPPLES AND BREASTS TO MAKE THEM MORE SENSITIVE
AND PROUD TO DISPLAY MY SLAVE NIPPLE RINGS AND BELLS BETTER. MASTER ROB I
BEG YOU PLEASE LET YOUR PUSSY SLAVE BOY SEE A DOCTOR, PLEASE MASTER I BEG
YOU."

     I continue despite having had an orgasm to WANK MYSELF OFF IN PUBLIC
IN THE QUAD, and my Master tells me raise my head up through his legs and
kiss his leather clad arse, with a wet slobbery kiss and to beg more. I
carry out my instructions following which Master Rob tells me to get up on
my knees and give his leather clad cock a similar wet slobbery kiss. This
is to much for me and as I kiss his bulging leather jeans I orgasm
again. Still I am unable to fire one drop of spunk. Master Rob reaches
round and without warning pulls my butt plug out, as hot and horny as I am
my pussy completely relaxed deposits its load of spunk put their by Steve
and the two Marks, earlier in the evening. I am instructed to lick the
spunk up and eat it, which I do and as I bend down to lick the last remains
of it up Master Rob tells me to replace my butt plug, here in the middle of
the university quad licking spunk from the ground which had fallen out of
my pussy hole I stuff my butt plug back up my pussy hole and thank my
Master for everything. This whole event has been witnessed by a lot of the
students, some disgusted, some in tears with laughter, and some shouting
back to my Master to allow me to see a doctor as I was so pathetic and
should look more like the slut boy I obviously was.

      My Master Rob agreed to consider this and told me to get dressed,
once dressed I walked behind him back to the car park. He told me he was
not pleased by my UNIVERSITY STREAK because I had covered myself up with my
hands, which was not a very good idea. I would receive my punishment for
this displeasure in due course when I met his aunties. In the meantime it
was time to go for a drink, Master Rob had a decision to make regarding my
begging and pleading to see a doctor, whilst I carried out my PUBLIC
WANKING IN THE QUAD. So we headed off to our local bar and to meet up with
Steve and the two Marks. My whole life was now changed nothing remained of
my past except for me myself.

To Be Continued ..........