Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2005 02:24:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My trainer, Bobby - Part 6

Red spread across me, as his words sank in and I followed him naked through
the trees.  I was still in a daze, my head whirling with everything that
had happened.  I followed Bobby without question.  Then the fog cleared a
bit and I realized I was walking naked through a public park, albeit in the
trees and bushes, but I still could come across someone at anytime.  This
only made my cock twitch more.  I moved to grab it, then remember, I did
not have permission to jack off.

The bushes were getting thinner and I was getting more nervous.  I didn't
want to question him, but I just couldn't walk around in public, in the
open, the way I was.

I was just getting ready to say something, when Bobby stopped.  He turned
and looked at me.  He saw my still dripping cock and my mud spattered naked
body and gave me that little crooked smile of his.  He handed me my shorts
and told me to put them on.

I did what he said.  I had to trap the end of my cock in the waistband.  I
couldn't go back to school this way.  "Ready to run?" he asked.

"Bobby, please, I can't run like this.  Please let me have my jock back,
please!"  I was begging again.

"Okay, how about I give you just the jock and you can wear that and no
shorts?"

A look of horror must have crossed my face, cause he said, "What, you don't
want to run back through the campus with your ass hanging out?  I am sure
there are some girls that would like to see that ass of yours and maybe a
couple of guys."  He reached over and patted my butt lightly.  I blushed
again and looked at my feet, but then remembered and raised my head.

"Bobby, please," was all I could say.

He looked at me for a while, up and down and then said, "Okay, but you will
pay for this.  And you better get that cock under control, cause you WILL
be taking a shower in the gym when we get back.  I am sure you don't want
to be flashing that nasty thing everywhere when you go to the showers and
back!"

The thought made me ill.  My stomach tightened up and flipped over.  What
was I going to do?  I was shaking as I again removed my shorts and put on
the jock and then pulled up the shorts.

Bobby walked around behind me.  He took the back right section of my shorts
and lifted it.  Because of the cut he had made on the side, he was able to
expose nearly the whole cheek.  He tucked the section up into my waistband
and then did the same on the other side.  Half of my ass was now showing
and the straps from the jock strap were visible.  He then stepped in front
of me and lifted the flaps there as well.  Now it looked like I was wearing
some kind of bikini - not covering much of me.  But I had to admit to
myself it was better than running in just a jock or just the shorts.  Not
that I really wanted to be running around campus like this.

I hadn't realized how close to the running path we were, because in just a
few steps we were out on it.  I had been standing naked, just a few feet
from the main running path.  Anyone could have seen me! Oh Fuck!  What was
I doing?

Bobby began to jog again and then slowly picked up speed.  I fought to put
what happened out of my mind and to concentrate on running.  I again
focused on the muscles in Bobby's back and began to zone out to everything
else.  I again, don't know where we ran or who passed us, but when he
finally began to slow down we were approaching the gym.  I had no concept
of the amount of time we had been running.

He walked the last 100 yards to the gym, cooling off.  I was wiped out.
That had been a long run, I could feel it in my legs.  I just able to put
one foot in front of the other.  We got to the locker rooms and I followed
him to the lockers, stripped off my clothes, grabbed a towel and headed to
the showers.

Once in the showers, I got the water temperature right and stood under the
hot steamy water.  I still felt the ache in my legs and stood for a bit
enjoying the watering beating on my shoulders.  I pumped some soap out of
the dispenser and starting lathering myself up.  That is when the fogged
cleared again and I remembered that I was shaved, not a hair on my body
from my shoulders down.  I looked up with big round eyes to see who was
around me.

Bobby was at a shower, two down from mine and there was one other guy
farther down near the entrance.  I turned my back to him and knew I was
blushing again.  I realized my cock had gone down during the run back, but
now it was beginning to swell again.  Oh fuck, I couldn't let that happen!

I looked over to Bobby.  He was looking at me smiling as he lathered
himself up.  Soaping his cock and balls while he looked at me.  That wasn't
helping.  I turned the water cold and nearly jumped out of the stream.  But
I got back under it and it seemed to help.  I then concentrated on getting
all the mud off of me while I shivered from the cold.  I heard Bobby
chuckle.

When I finished, I grabbed my towel and threw it around my waist.  Bobby
took his and led the way to the area in front of the showers.  I was going
to head back to the locker and dry off there.

But Bobby indicated that I should stop here and dry off.  He did say
anything, I could just tell by looking at him.  I had to appreciate that he
hadn't said anything.  So I stopped and took off my towel and began drying
myself, keeping the towel covering my crotch all the time.  Then I looked
at Bobby, he was shaking his head.

He then took his towel and put it behind his shoulder and started drying
his back by rubbing the towel back and forth between his outstretched arms.
Obviously, this is what he wanted me to do.  I was pink as I moved my towel
up and mimicked his movements.  This completely exposed my shaved crotch
and swelling cock to anyone walking by.

And a couple of guys did walk by.  They kind of glanced at me as they
walked by and then walked on into the shower.  Then the other guy from the
shower walked out and started drying off in the same area with us.  I
caught him taking a look at my shaved crotch and it made my cock swell more
and I turned redder.  But then he turned away and went back to drying
himself.

I finished drying and took the towel to wrap around my waist to walk back
to the lockers.  Again, Bobby shook his head and draped the towel over his
shoulder as he headed back to the lockers.  Feeling heat suffuse my body
again, I put my towel on my shoulder and walked back to the lockers trying
to keep my eyes straight ahead and not see if anyone was looking at my
naked crotch and swelling cock.

By the time we got to the lockers I was nearly rigid.  I sat down quickly
and put the towel in my lap.  Bobby only chuckled.  He reached over and
rubbed my head, like you would ruffle the hair of a kid, but I had no hair
up there to speak of.  It only made me blush more.  I reached in to get the
clothes I had on earlier.

But Bobby said, "No, I have something different for you to wear this
afternoon."  He reached into his bag and brought out a pair of khaki
shorts, with cargo pockets.  I put them on, zipped them up and buttoned
them and realized they were too big for me.  If I let go of the waist they
were going to fall down.

He got out a belt and treaded it through the loops.  Then as he began to
cinch it up, he positioned the head of my now hard cock in the waist and
cinched up the belt tight, confining my cock.

The pressure on my cock was acute.  I was dying to cum.  I had been hard
for hours, but had yet to shoot.  I felt my cock leak onto my stomach.  He
handed me a loose t-shirt to put on as well.  And he said I could wear my
sandals.

As he got dressed, I realized he was putting on my underwear and a pair of
my shorts.  The good ones I kept for going out in.  He also put on one of
my polo shirts.  He filled it out much more than I did.

Then he sat down on the bench and handed me the socks.  "Put on my shoes
and socks."

I looked left and right and then sat down on the bench next to him.  He
turned and brought his foot up between my legs.  I loved the look of the
hair on the top of his toes and the way the vein arched across the top of
it.  And his big toe .... What the fuck was I doing?

I took the sock and pulled it over his foot, smoothing out any wrinkles.
He switched feet and I did the same of the next one.  While I reached to
pick up the shoe, he moved his foot until it was pressing against my cock.
I think I sighed.  He chuckled.

I saw that the shoes were my good trainers.  He was wearing all my clothes
and I had no idea whose clothes I was wearing.  At least they didn't smell
as bad and the other ones I had.  I got the shoe on and tied it for him and
then did the next one.

"Okay, off to class with you.  See you back at your room after classes.  We
have some punishments to take care of and you have more to write down of
your story.  And maybe we will make another video or two."  This last made
my cock twitch and me blush again.

Once out of the gym he went his way and I went mine.  The belt was making
the bunched top of the shorts rub against my cock.

I wanted to carry my backpack in front of me while I walked around.  I did
not want anyone to see me like this.  I also wanted a hat to pull down over
my face.

I made it into my next class.  It was an English class and much smaller
than my other classes.  I managed to find a seat on the side of the
classroom of about 25 students.  It was one of those seats with the writing
area attached in front.

As I sat there, I replayed in my mind what had just happened in the park. I
had been made to take a dump in front of a guy, be pissed on again then
begged to suck a guy's cock.  He had fucked my mouth and then I drank his
cum.  Fuck I was a low life.

The prof had come in and had started his lecture.  I was having difficulty
sitting still as my cock was hurting in almost any position, because of the
bunching of the shorts and the belt.  I was trying to find a comfortable
position.

About halfway through the class I heard, "Mr. Sullivan.  Mr. Sullivan are
you with us?" to the chuckle of the students in the class.

"Er, yes, Professor Walsh."  I stammered out, turning beet red from being
the focus of his comments.

"I was asking you if you were having a problem today.  You can't seem to
sit still.  But you didn't appear to hear me."

I flushed again and said, "No, sir, I am not having a problem.  I am
sorry."

"Well, then please sit still so the rest of the students can attend to the
lecture."  He looked at me over the top of his glasses.

"Yes, sir."  I said, looking back down at the writing area in front of me.

I tried to sit still, but it hurt too much.  I tried surreptitiously to
adjust myself without anyone seeing me, but was not able to find a
comfortable position for my cock.

Finally, I saw that everyone was leaving class.  So I packed up my stuff
and headed towards the door.  "Mr. Sullivan, if I might have a word with
you."

"Yes, Professor Walsh?"

"Step in here into my office.  I want to talk to you."

I followed him through the connecting doors into his office.  I think it
was the first time I had looked at him and then only from the back.  I had
been in his class for many weeks, but had never paid any attention to him.
He seemed to be about 30 and stood a few inches taller than I did.  He had
sandy brown hair and I looked at his butt in his khakis as he walked ahead
of me and noticed how tight his buns looked.  He back stretched the blue
oxford shirt he was wearing.

What the fuck was I doing?  Checking out a professor's ass?  What was
happening to me?

He walked into his office and closed the door behind me.  He sat down at
his desk, but didn't tell me to sit in the chair in front of his desk.  He
took off his glasses and threw them on the desk.  He looked at me then.  I
realized he had a strong square jaw, a bristly sandy brown mustache and a
bit of hair showing out of his shirt.  I even looked down to see if I could
see his crotch.

Fuck me!  I rolled my eyes up and looked at the ceiling, knowing I was
blushing again.

"Mr. Sullivan, what is your problem?  You are acting very strange today in
class.  Put that backpack down and stand up straight when I talk to you."

I put the bag on the chair and tried to stand up straight, but my cock
caught on the waist of the shorts and I winched in pain.

"What is wrong with you?"  He stood and before I realized what was
happening he raised my t-shirt.  "What is wrong with your ..."

He must have seen the head of my cock because he stopped talking then.  I
am glad he had the shirt up, because he couldn't see the humiliation and
shame on my face.

"What are you doing to yourself?  No wonder you can't sit still.  That has
got to hurt."  Then I felt him tug on my belt releasing the pressure.

"No, please don't!" and I reached to grab the waist of my shorts.  With the
shirt held up, there was no way he could not see the condition my cock was
in.

"Mr. Sullivan, for the love of all that is good, what is going on here?" he
sounded angry.  "Remove your hands!  Now!"

My shoulders slumped as I released the waistband of the shorts.  They
dropped around my ankles.  I was now red from head to toe.

"What in the world is going on here?  No hair, rigid penis?  Do you have a
disease, Mr. Sullivan?" and for the first time, he lowered the shirt so he
could look me in the eye.  I was red; I could feel the heat on my face.  I
also felt my eyes fill up with tears.

"No, Professor Walsh, I do not have a disease."  It came out barely above a
whisper.

"Take this shirt off of you, so I can see what is the matter with you!
Right now!"  He insisted.

I pulled the shirt up over my head and now stood before him naked.  My
shame was overwhelming me.  I would have to leave school, move, change my
name.  I didn't know what.

"No hair under the arms as well.  Turn around."  I did as he instructed.
"And no hair on your ass, this must be some kind of disease.  Have you been
to see the school nurse?"

"No, sir it is not a disease.  I have removed the hair from my body on
purpose."  I still was speaking barely above a whisper and I could not look
him in the face.

"Why would anyone do that to themselves?"  He looked me up and down.  "And
why do you have an erection?"

I again felt the wave of heat move up my body.  "I, ahhh, I ah, it's
because, ah."  I couldn't get it out, what could I say.

"Speak up Mr. Sullivan.  You better explain yourself or I will have to turn
you over to the dean of students."

"No, please don't!"  That got my attention.

I stood there beet red, with tears beginning to well in my eyes.

"Why would you do something like this to yourself.  You must explain
yourself.  And you haven't explained why you have an erection!"  He was
standing there admonishing me and it wasn't making the situation any
easier.

I only managed to say, "Please don't tell the dean.  Please!"

"Well, then who is your counselor?  I shall get them on the phone and get
them over here post haste.  This needs to be dealt with.  There is
something wrong with you young man, what is it?  You look as if you are
about ready to cry!" and I was.

"Please Professor Welsh, please just let me get my clothes and leave.  My
counselor is Mrs. Jackson," OH Fuck!  I couldn't believe I said her name,
"But please, please do not call anyone. Please.  Please Professor Welsh.
Don't call anyone.  I am so sorry this happened, but I just can't talk
about it."  Tears were rolling down my face.  Is that all I was going to do
anymore?  Go around crying with a hard on - what a fucked freak I had
become.

"Mr. Sullivan is this some kind of Frat hazing ritual you are going
through.  Now be honest and it will go easier on you.  Are you pledging a
house and they are making you do this?"  He had sat back down in his chair,
but continued to look at me with a questioning look.

"Honestly, it is not a Frat thing.  Fuck, I mean, Man I wish it was, but it
isn't.  I just can't talk about it.  But please do not call anyone or tell
anyone.  I am so ashamed and embarrassed as it is."

"Hand me your backpack.  I am going to check it for drugs."  He pointed to
my backpack.  I reached over and handed it to him.

He sat it on his desk and opened it up.  He pulled out the yellow bottle.
He looked at it and then at me and then he unscrewed the lid of it and
stuck his nose in to smell it.  "Urine!  What is going on here."  He put
the top back on and set it on the desk, then he rummaged through the page,
pulling out books, pencils, notebooks, everything.  Then he pulled out the
plug.  Oh fuck, I was fucked now.

"What is this?"  He held up before his face and then put it in my face.  It
smelled like my hole.

"Please.  Please, I can't tell you.  It is too difficult to explain and I
don't know that I could."  I was on the verge of just telling him
everything.

"Well, you have to be disciplined for disrupting my class and this
condition is very unusual."  He thought for a moment.  "Why don't you
relieve yourself?  You do know how?"

I got what he was referring to and blushed an even deeper red.  "Yes, Sir,
I do know how to jack, I mean, masturbate.  But I can't."  I tried to stop
the tears.  "Please, discipline if you must, but please don't tell anyone
about this."

"You won't tell me why you are devoid of hair, why you are wearing these
shorts that are too big, squeezing your penis with a belt.  You can't or
won't masturbate to relieve this erection.  You have a bottle of urine in
your backpack and some strange rubber thing, which I don't want to imagine
what you do with it.  You don't want me to call and get you help."  He
thought for a moment.  "Are you taking Viagra or something like that, that
is causing this?  Are you sure you don't want me to call the nurses
office?"

"No, please."

"Then you leave me no choice but to discipline you.  I usually don't do
anything like this, but I have heard that it can be effective."  He opened
a desk drawer and pulled out a ruler.  He stood up.  "Okay, Mr. Sullivan,
over here and bend over the desk."

I couldn't believe it.  With heat rushing up and down my body, I moved over
and leaned over his desk.  He stood beside me, then drew back his arm and
brought the ruler down on my ass.  My whole body jerked with the sting of
the impact.  "Count them out," he instructed.

"One," I managed.

Swat, "Two."  I was struggling to hold it together.

He continued on, not holding back, but delivering 10 blistering blows to my
ass.

"That will be all for today."  Today, I thought?  I stood up slowly, wiping
my face with the back of my hand.  My cock was dripping as well.  I was
such a mess.

"You will return tomorrow after class and I will take an inventory of your
condition at that time.  If it has not improved or if you will not talk to
me, then we will discuss further punishment."  He looked me straight in the
eye, standing very close to me.  "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

He continued to stand an inch or so from my nose for a couple of moments.
He moved back and picked up my shorts.  Before he handed me the shorts, he
said, "You know Mr. Sullivan, you are a very handsome, well developed you
man.  I mean look at you," and he waved his hand down my body and pointed
to my cock that was still dripping.

I blushed again.  I had no idea what to say.  I could only stand there
naked in my professor's office.  He looked me up and down once more and
then handed me the shorts.  I slid them right up and then worked to trap my
cock in the waist with the belt.  The end of my dick was still sticking up
out of the waist.  Then he handed me my shirt, which I slid into quickly.
I slipped on my sandals and stood there.

He reached over and pulled some kleenex from the box on his desk.  "Clean
yourself up, Mr. Sullivan.  Pull yourself together.  And take my advice
seek some professional help.  From your actions and lack of answers, I can
only assume that there is something terrible troubling you.  If it is the
stress of college, grades, girls, dating, whatever, then don't let it get
to you.  Seek some help."  He had stuffed everything back into my backpack
and he handed it to me.  He patted me on my back as he steered me towards
his door.  When he opened it, I realized it hadn't been locked, as I had
been standing there naked.  Oh shit was I fucked up.

As I was leaving he said, "Mr. Sullivan."

I turned to look at him.  "Yes, Sir?"

"I mean it - get some help."  He turned, went back into his office and
closed the door.

I stood leaning against the wall outside his office trying to get myself
together.  My life was falling apart around me.  It couldn't get any worse
than this.

To be continued...

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