Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 10:13:17 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Hero Ch5

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Get your hankies out for this one.

				  My Hero

				 Chapter 5

			 Two more Years of College

We returned to college riding on a wave of euphoria. Most guys had to worry
about what kind of job they would get on graduation. We had no worries on
that score at all. We were set, for life if we didn't screw up. Our new
jobs when we took them on would give us worldwide kudos after only a few
years. By the age of thirty we would be able to write our own contracts.

God, the feeling of relief was unbelievable. We were good before but now
with no worries our work was incredible. Of course it soon registered with
faculty so I wasn't surprised at a tutorial when Adie brought up the
subject.

"What happened on your vacation?"

I was bubbling.

"Lots of good things Adie but I can't tell you I'm afraid."

I knew I was glowing with pride, I couldn't help it.

He looked at me for ages and then said.

"Well it must have been very good because your course work is incredible,
it doesn't look as though I am ever going to get the chance to punish you
again and I do enjoy a little sadism now and again."

He grinned as he said it.

"You can still reward me though Adie for good work"

"In that case, strip."

Ah ecstasy here we come.

My euphoria that day dissipated very quickly when I wandered in to the
common room after my tutorial. I heard the squeals from about thirty yards
down the corridor. My thought was, `Another sadistic owner punishing his
slave for some pathetic little mishap'.

The reality was different. When I walked in the door the first thing I saw
was Laramie bent over the table with a guy sat astride him face fucking
him, two others holding his legs back and wide and a fourth one beating him
with a cane. I lunged forward and tore the cane from the guys hand, went
round one holding his legs and nearly broke my hand hitting the one with
his cock in Laramie's mouth.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Where the fuck do you get off
punishing my slave?"

"The cheeky little bastard refused to get stuff for us when we told him
to."

"That's because he's my slave you fucking moron. If you ever touch him
again, any of you I'll fucking kill you."

They all looked shocked but it gave me time to get Laramie out of there and
call Tom.

That was a sight to behold when I pointed out the four guys to Tom he took
them apart. I knew he was good but jeez he tore into those four guys
leaving them bloody and bruised.

Laramie was very distraught and his bottom was a mess, I was furious, but
it gave me lots of excuse to totally pamper him and treat his bottom for
weeks before I actually fucked him again.
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I had effectively been brought up with Tom, certainly educated with him,
and seen how his parents behaved so why didn't I have the same social
perception as him?

The reason for that train of thought was because I made a social blunder
that caused Tom acute embarrassment a few weeks into the new semester. His
look of disappointment was punishment enough but what he actually did was
worse for me in a physical sense.

"I am so disappointed in you Marty I don't know where to begin punishing
you. I am sure if we were at home Dad would thrash you and send you to the
slave quarters to live until he could forgive you. I think I should do the
same. I have talked to the Dean and he has allowed me to treat you like a
slave openly without it affecting your education. You will take over
Laramie's pallet in the slave dormitory and be naked for everything except
your studies and meals. You will take over the cleaning and domestic chores
again as well. Laramie will sleep here in your bed and you will treat him
as your master as well as me."

I was shocked, this would cause me huge embarrassment and loss of face.

When Laramie came in Tom explained to him what was to happen.

"What will I do all day Master if I am not to work?"

"You can read, play on Marty's computer, wander round campus, anything you
like. I will buy you a set of clothes and you will wear them outside of the
dorm all the time. When they need laundering you will give them to Marty to
do for you. Don't be reticent about using him as a slave, and I will expect
you to punish him if he is slack in any way."

The longer Tom spoke the more I blushed.

"Now get naked Marty and before you leave for your new quarters bend
over. Laramie you will give him ten hard slaps with your bare hand, and I
mean hard."

I could see Laramie was mortified but of course he did as he was told and
my embarrassment was even more acute than it was the day I blew Daniel and
took his cock up my ass while Tom and the slave master watched.

Of course my tutor heard and my standard slipped a little so Adie got his
bit of sadism in.

"I'm going to punish you Martin, not for my pleasure but for your own
good. You must understand where you are and the requirements that your
social status place on you. Now strip and assume the position for
punishment over my desk. I will be back shortly."

I wondered where he was going but made myself comfortable lying over his
desk. I heard the voices approaching but thought nothing of it until the
door opened and Aide walked back in followed by half a dozen other
students. I started to rise only to be admonished to remain where I was.

"Mr. Aston appears to have forgotten how to behave and how well he needs to
perform to remain in the elite society he has been lucky enough to
join. You are therefore going to witness his punishment."

I was mortified. I knew none of these boys but guessed they were other
students in Aide's tutorial class.

"Mr. Rockefeller, perhaps you would like to position this boy to suit you
and administer ten strokes with the cane the same as you would do to a
slave."

I knew this boy, he was one year behind me, how embarrassing.

"I'm sorry Sir, I would string a slave up for punishment."

The only place to do that was in the slave quarters so I was marched down
there to much more embarrassment as we passed many more students in the
corridors.

In the slave quarters Rockefeller said.

"Before I string him up for punishment Sir, I would like to check his
ass. On all fours slut and spread your legs wide. Good, now drop your head
onto your hands."

Everybody walked behind me and I felt a pair of hands grip my cheeks and
spread them.

"He has a very pretty pucker, I should reserve two strokes for that I
think."

I had no idea what he meant by that. But I was so ashamed to be displaying
my anus to these strangers in such a demeaning way I wasn't thinking very
clearly. How could he use the cane to strike my anus? Next I was cuffed and
strung up so that my feet barely touched the ground. Slow precise caning I
had known but this boy was amazing. I received eight with incredible speed,
but of course speed meant lack of accuracy and I screamed a death scream
because several of the strokes crossed one another doubling the pain where
I had been struck before. Barely conscious I was taken down and secured on
my back on a bench with my legs pulled well back and wide. My anus was
pointing at the ceiling I was doubled over so far. Rockefeller stood
between my legs but slightly to one side. I watched him position himself
carefully and realised what he was going to do just as he did it. He had to
have practised, the level of accuracy was incredible. The cane struck my
puckered anus dead centre catching my crack several inches either side of
my entry port. I didn't think I could possibly experience a more acute pain
and passed out as my scream deafened me. I was terrified when I came to
because I knew I was due one more.

"Lower his legs until I tell you to stop please Howard."

I wondered what devilment he had planned for me now. I was sobbing and in
more pain than I could imagine. When he had me where he wanted Howard
stopped and my torturer moved in close and caressed my cock and balls for a
minute before pushing my balls up so that they lay over my cock then he
stood back again and gave me my last one from a slight angle catching one
ball and my cock. I shrieked in agony but remained conscious, just. I don't
think there are words to describe the pain. The only reason I could think
of for me remaining conscious was because the pain ran all round my body so
fast there was only a second when it was concentrated in my groin.

I was released and fell to the floor sobbing in more pain than I could ever
remember. None of the students said anything as they left but Aide said.

"Same time tomorrow Aston, perhaps we can complete the tutorial."

I was left to crawl back to my pallet in the slave dorm where I fell asleep
instantly.

I was shaken awake a little later by Laramie sounding very worried.

"Please Master Martin. Master Tom is very angry, you haven't been to our
room tonight to find out his wishes."

I was still very woozy and in considerable pain. I just got up and followed
Laramie not really conscious of my actions. I walked into my old room and
stood still. I didn't come to slave rest I just stood at an awkward angle
because of the pain in between my legs and across my bottom. Of course from
the front nothing could be seen.

"Slave rest Marty, you look a mess, why weren't you here two hours ago?"

I just kind of grunted, I didn't move, I didn't look up. I wasn't very sure
where I was or what I should be doing.

"You obviously need gingering up you are a disgrace. Bend over and spread
your legs."

I still just stood there making Tom very angry. He jumped up, grabbed an
arm and twisted it up behind my back forcing me to the floor. He moved to
the side of me and raised a hand obviously to start spanking me when he saw
the stripes crisscrossing my ass. He rolled me over and raised and spread
my legs, I screamed in agony. Now he could see my badly bruised testicle
and underside of my cock as well as the raw stripes on my butt and the
horrendous weal straight up and down my ass.

"Oh my God Marty who did this?"

I was still too far out of it to answer coherently.

"Naughty boy, punishment."

My next conscious feeling was being on something soft with a warm sensation
of someone cuddling me. I drifted off to sleep again. When I woke up again
I was in Tom's bed with Laramie sat at the side of it looking very
worried. I tried to move but the pain was still unbelievable and I
screamed. My groin and my ass felt on fire.

Laramie was crying but rubbed some cream into my cock and testacies, very
gently. I hissed with the shock but whatever it was took away most of the
pain immediately. He rolled me over carefully and did the same thing with
my butt cheeks before spreading my legs and completing his ministrations
sliding a finger covered in cream down my crack. It must have had a numbing
or anaesthetic agent in it because when he had finished I felt no pain at
all.

"What happened Laramie? How did I get here? Where is Tom?"

He told me and finished by telling me Tom had gone to lectures and to find
out who did this to me. I looked at my watch and realised it was mid
afternoon. I had been out of it for more than twenty hours.

"I must get up Master, I have so much to do. Master Tom will be angry with
me if I slack."

Laramie started to cry.

"You have nothing to do Master, I have done all the chores. You must stay
where you are. You have been so badly beaten."

He was crying as though his heart would break so I pulled him into my arms
and stroked him.

"I love you Master. I would happily be your slave for the rest of my life,
thank you."

Wrong thing to say, he cried buckets.

"I love you also Master. I would willingly die for you."

Oh dear, too heavy for me, I slid back into the world of
unconsciousness. When I woke again Tom was sat on the bed stroking my body
gently, it was dark outside and realising it was late I became terrified
because I knew I had failed in my slave duties. I couldn't take another
load of punishment like last night so I tried to get up.

"I'm sorry Master, please forgive me, please don't beat me. I'll do
everything before I go to bed. Please don't beat me again I hurt so much."

I was almost hysterical, the thought of more pain was too much I was
screaming as I tried to get passed Tom to start working. The pain in my
lower half was almost overpowering but terror drove me.

I lost, Tom was way too powerful for me. I collapsed screaming in
terror. Tom cuddled me but it didn't help. I remember feeling a prick in my
arm and then nothing.

I was in and out of consciousness for days

It would appear that Mr. Rockefeller was something of an expert at
inflicting pain. He belonged to some sadist group or other which was how my
tutor had come across him. What Aide hadn't realised was the technical
ability that the boy had to administer huge tranches of pain without
splitting the skin or leaving any other permanent marks.

Tom was devastated, he pulled me off slave duties immediately and
reinstalled me in our room. Poor old Laramie had to go back to slave
quarters but he told me he was happy to do so and have me as his master
again.

That beating had knocked the stuffing out of me, it also threw my self
confidence out of the door.  I was like a little mouse around Tom and
Aide. I even started behaving in a semi subservient manner towards
Laramie. The pain from my beating was like an ever present spectre in my
mind. If Tom was annoyed at something, not even to do with me I would cower
away from him. I was almost paranoid about the quality of my assignments
staying up `till the small hours of the morning checking and rechecking
them before allowing my tutor to see them and then cowering in front of his
desk until he told me they were excellent again.

The biggest noticeable change was in the way I ceased to interact with
anybody else. I gave up swimming, went straight to the room after
lectures. I never instigated a conversation with Tom and only ever answered
him in mono syllables when he spoke to me. I got no erections and we didn't
make love.

The dam broke for Tom after a month of this.

"For Christ sake Marty, this is ridiculous."

By the time those few words were finished I was scrunched into a corner of
my bed almost screaming.

"I'm sorry Master, please don't beat me. I promise I'll try harder. Oh God
please don't hurt me again, I don't like pain."

He stood up to come to me and I just passed out in complete terror. It was
nice where I went to, quiet, comfortable, no one threatened me I felt safe.

I knew Tom was there sometimes, I felt his presence but I couldn't see
him. I drifted, I knew I should wake up but I felt so safe I thought I
could stay here a little longer. It was easy so I stayed.

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