Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 23:01:40 -0500
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: SUB-Student, Part 8

SUB-Student, Part Eight
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   Ever since the boi came into my service, I'd been thinking about his
time in my classroom as a Freshman in College. As you may recall me telling
you, he was very quiet in class, but I could tell his good looks were
attracting the attention of all of the girls and some of the boys too. One
hot young man in particular tried to strike up a friendship with Jimmy (Its
been so long since I've used his real name I fell like I need to explain
that "jimmy" is "boi"!)
   The other student was black, with a medium but muscular build and the
most intensely beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. On campus he paid no attention
to me, but I could tell couldn't keep his eyes off Jimmy. I saw him
approach boi several times without success...Jimmy was just so shy! Jeff
was on the track team, and I would often admire his form as he ran on
campus, his sweat giving his smooth skin a glow.
   I looked Jeff's number up in the student directory and was glad it was
listed...I didn't want to have to use private information to get in touch.
   He was surprised when I introduced myself to him on the phone, but
seemed friendly enough. I was taking a big chance here, but if my "gadar"
worked half as well as I though it did, Jeff was family.
    I invited him to have lunch, saying I wanted to ask him about a fellow
student who was having a problem. He was curious but didn't push it...he
agreed to meet the next day.
   "Thanks for coming," I told him once we were seated. "Do you remember a
guy from my class named Jimmy? A tall blonde guy?"
   Jeff looked nervous, wondering where this was headed, but admitted he
did in fact remember boi.
  "Do you find him attractive?"
    Jeff looked shocked, but finally nodded yes, blushing a little, which I
found adorable in the young black student. I love to find the exact place
where I can make a boi blush.
    The truth is, I wasn't completely depending on my gadar to judge
Jeff. A bottom I occasionally invited over for a night of rough play had
asked me about a certain student-athlete at the College...he knew I taught
there...he went on to tell how Jeff had picked him up in a city park,
carried him back to a rental-house and tanned his ass but good, finally
tying him to a tree in the backyard and fucking him long and very, very
hard. He said Jeff looked all calm and kinda passive, but he had a real
sadistic streak that my bottom-friend said was almost the hottest think
he'd ever seen...except for me, he quickly amended. I made a mental note to
punish them for that next time we got together for that lapse.
   After Jeff told me he remembered Jimmy, I went into my pitch. Looking
back now, I know it sounded absolutely crazy, but I told him Jimmy had come
to me for help because he felt the need to be disciplined, and that
recently he had revealed his deepest secret desire was to have a black man
teach him to show respect. Again, knowing what I did about Jeff made it
easier for me to try this and to expect what happened next. Jeff jumped in
with both feet...
   "What can I do to help him?" he asked. The answer was easy, and a half
hour later, lunch finished, we were saying goodbye. I couldn't help but
notice the significant erection beneath his cargo shorts. His white tank
top showed off his Carmel colored, lightly muscled arms. Like many black
men, Jeff was mostly smooth, but there were dense tufts of hair peeking out
from his pits. Jeff was a hottie...and a fellow sadist.
    The most devious part of this whole plan was this: Jimmy had in fact
mentioned black men to me...and Jeff in particular...but what he told me
was that he was frightened of Jeff, that he had an admittedly irrational
fear of the young black man he knew was cruising him on campus and in
class!
    Jimmy wasn't going to know what hit him!
    After lunch I went back home and took slave out of his cage. It was
time for his morning exercise! After I hosed him down and fed him my
post-breakfast piss (and his own, of course...he was still on my special
recycling plan...two weeks now!), I secured him to my backyard restraining
bar. This was what looked like a trellis to those not clued in, but in
reality became a nice place to hang a boi with his hands above his head and
his feet spread wide. It was summer now, so the weather was fine. Jimmy
looked fine to...except for one thing. Enough time had passed that boi's
hair had grown back on top of his head. Under my command, he kept the rest
of his body shaved, and now it was time to bring him to true slavehood. Boi
was kinda proud of his blond hair, and I was about to use that to my
advantage, to prepare him for Jeff's visit the next day.
   "Good morning slut, did you sleep well last night?" I asked. He, of
course, was gagged and couldn't answer, but he mumbled a "Yes, Sir", and
that was all I needed to hear. What does a slave have to say anyway?
   "It's time to make you more slave like, boi. You've done a good job with
your body hair so far, but there's more!" I had put on a pair of his
favorite tit clamps, and as I spoke to him, I pulled on them, stretching
his ever enlarging titties away from his body.
    I moved behind him and turned on the battery powered hair clippers. I
could see him break out in a fast sweat and shake a bit as he heard and
recognized the sound. He knew what was coming.
   "A real slave boi has no hair, boi, only Real Men like me have hair," I
told him as I started running the clippers over his now two inch blond head
hair...clumps fell onto his shoulders, and I could tell that this denuding
was having a very humiliating effect on him. Perfect!  I had found one of
those stretching places, the area where the boi really did NOT want to go
but would do so anyway. With each pass of the clippers he seemed more
demoralized.
   "Maybe now I can add another tattoo, since I have all of this bare skin
to work on!"
    The boi shivered a bit, but finally seemed to settle into his new bald
life. After I was finished with the clippers I hosed him down, cold water,
or course, and then used shaving cream and a straight edge razor to remove
the stubble. Just like a pool ball...hot as hell and humiliating for him. I
Grabbed boi and with a little saliva, rammed my tool into him. He shouted a
bit, and I worried for a second about the not too far off neighbors. I used
my sweaty jock to muzzle him and pumped him in earnest, piledriving into
the boi, keeping one hand atop his newly shaved head and heaping on the
verbal abuse...
  "Now you look like a real pitiful submissive cock sucker boi, no man hair
to disguise you...a slut slave for sure, ready to get on his knees and
serve his Master!"
   The combined verbalization and fucking and the bald head were all too
much for me and it took just a minute for me to reach orgasm. I pulled out
as I shot and pumped my juice onto boi's ass cheeks. Finished, I rubbed a
hand in the dripping cum streaks and smeared it over boils face and
head...kind of a christening for his new look. I pulled my jock out of his
mouth and ordered him to lick my hand. Now THAT was a command he obeyed
anxiously. Boi was turning into a cum addict.
   I left him hanging and went inside to rinse off and get a drink.

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