Date: Wed, 14 Apr 1999 16:15:13 EDT
From: Boi1derXeb@aol.com
Subject: The Undergradute : Part One

			     The Undergraduate
				 PART ONE

        Like most freshmen in college I was convinced that I was
"Mr. Know-it-all," that there was nothing that anyone could teach me.
Being away from home for the first time, I was also anxious to explore my
sexuality.  For some time now I had known that a man's body was far more
appealing to me than a woman: I was happier with a cock than with a pussy,
to be blunt -- and the smooth planes of the male chest got me harder than
all the boobs in Texas.  Surrounded by the all the male flesh in my dorm
and on campus was stimulating and arousing to me; I was like a kid in a
candy store, picking out the most delightful treats.  But as much as I
enjoyed fantasizing about soaping up the frat boys in the shower, I was
also aware of a darker truth: I was always drawn to the rougher sides of
sex.  I jacked off reading the S&M mags, imagining myself as a boyslave to
a Master.  But as soon as I came the fantasy too would disappear and I
would push it to the back of my mind.  All this was about to change.
        Since I spent too much time ogling the red-haired hockey player
soaping up his balls in the dorm shower, I arrived for my first day of
class (English 151: Freshman Survey for British Lit) ten minutes late.
Shit, was I self-destructive or what?  I had to learn not to let my dick
lead me around (as it had all through the last two years of high school).
As I walked down that long hall I could feel a sinking pit in my stomach,
that dread that comes from knowing that you are in for it.  I could hear
the professor lecturing to the class as I turned the knob. My heart was
about to leap out of my chest.  Slowly, I opened the door and tried to
sneak into the back of the room where I saw an empty seat.
        Then I heard his voice, "Your name, now"
        I turned to face the professor, expecting an old balding middle
aged bore. What I saw made my throat go dry: the young, tan, tall lean man
at the front of the room made my eyes bug out and sent a wake-up call to
mycock.
         I stammered my reply: "Derik, Derik McCaffrey"
        "Ah, Mr. McCaffrey, how kind of you to join us."  The class
laughed. "Perhaps I shall welcome you to Michigan time, as you are late.
Remember we are three hours ahead of your native California."
        "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry," I stuttered, diving for the empty desk.
        "You will sit here," he said. pointing to a chair right in front of
him.
        I tried my best to walk to the front of the room without blushing
but with each step I took I could feel my cheeks getting more flush.  I had
not even been in college five minutes and yet already I could tell I had
made an enemy of the professor.  I stared at his tall, lean body.  His dark
tan set off his piercing blue eyes, and he was dressed very GQ in a
starched white oxford, red striped tie, and perfectly pressed navy pants.
He looked so handsome: I could feel the blood rushing to my crotch, much
too my embarrassment.  I silently cursed my choice of baggy cargo shorts;
as was my usual style, I wore no underwear.  Now I wished I had some
support or control; I pulled my t-shirt down in an attempt to cover my
growing embarassment.
        Settled in my desk right in front of him, I listened carefully as
he went over the syllabus for the class.  I looked it over and saw that
there was a lot of required reading, Beowulf, Chaucer's Canterbury Tales,
Milton's Paradise Lost, among others.  Damn, he was a slave driver.
        As I was leaving he said, "Mr. McCaffery, please come back here."
        I turned and did as I was told.  There was something commanding
about his voice.  I walked back into the room.  He told me to sit, and I
did.  I looked at him with quiet obedience. He was so close now that I
could smell his cologne: Allure by Chanel.  It gave him a masculine
air. Damn he was so hot, I thought, trying to keep my dick under control.
        "Mr. McCaffrey, help me to understand something. You seem to be
such a bright young man, so eager to learn, yet you show up late for the
very first class? Did you find something in your dorm room more interesting
than the Freshman Survey of British Literature."
        Damn -- it was like he knew I'd spent those ten minutes thinking
about the red-head and jacking off. I put on my best suck-up-to-the teacher
face. (It had gotten me out of a lot of tight places in high school, and
into a few as well -- tbut that's another story!) "Mr. Johnson, I am so
sorry. Its just I forgot to set my alarm and stuff."
         His fact became taut as he said, "You seem to have no manners,
Derik McCaffery." He stared at me and I felt weak at the knees."  I am your
professor. It's Professor Johnson to you."
        "I am sorry Professor Johnson" I meekly replied.  My face was
flushed with embarrassment.  I did not know what to say or how to react to
this situation.  And I also felt more ashamed cause I know that my hard-on
was now clearly visible.  What was I going to do if he said something?
        "Mr. McCaffrey, you are dismissed. I trust that I will not have to
speak to you about this again."  With that he turned on a well-polished
heel and was out the door.  I stood there amazed and over come with awe,
his cologne lingered in the room and I took in his masculine scent.  Damn,
he was so hot! My hands slipped to my crotch almost instinctively and I
almost got caught jacking myself off by some dyke professor who arrived for
her Women's Studies class.
        The night I had a great deal of difficulty concentrating on my
reading assignments for Professor Johnson's class.  It was a hot muggy
night and I just could not keep my mind on the subject matter.  My mind
kept wondering back to his gorgeous body and deep blue eyes and his
perfecttan.
        I decided to go for a run and burn off some excess energy. I told
my roommate I was going out for a run and left. The Sun was just beginning
to set as I headed off for the track.  I stripped off my t-shirt and left
it by the long jump pit and started my jog. I ran maybe a mile or so
beforeI noticed him.
        "Mr. McCaffery, out getting a jog?" he asked, in a why-aren't-you
doing-your work tone of voice.
        "Yes, Mr., um, Professor Johnson, I could not concentrate."  I
sheepishly replied, feeling my face blush again.  Why did he have thispower
over me?
        "I see. Well, Beowulf is tough to concentrate on in the best of
circumstances. How far did you get? Did you read the description of
Hrothgar's hall?"
        "Yes. Um, that is, I was almost there, I think."  I blushed,
knowing that my mind had kept wandering to this hot JPG a ex-boyfriend had
sent me of the smooth Dutch slaveboy in a cage.
        "Well, Derik. You know it's important that you get off to a good
start this semester, and it's hot as hell out here." I was startled at this
sudden friendly informality.  "And I know that the dorms can't be all that
comfortable.  Why don't you come back to my place?  Its air-conditioned and
maybe you will be able to concentrate there."
        I was taken aback and just shrugged my shoulders, instinctively
slipping into passive mode.  I did not know what to say.  I was thrilled
with the idea of going back to his place.  I was beside myself with
suprise.  But what was he up to? My heart was pounding in anticipation.
Could it be that he wanted me?  Or was he just being kind? Or was I losing
my mind?
        "Hey kiddo, race ya back," he said, patting my ass and taking off.
He was in excellent shape and had powerful legs and well defined ass.  I
scrambled for my t-shirt and did my best to keep up with him.  But since I
did not know where his house was, how could I pass him?  Finally we came to
a nice brownstone on the other side of the campus.  I was exhausted from
running that far and covered in sweat.  I followed him up a flight of
stairs.  His apartment was nothing great but it was air- conditioned, like
he said. The coolness of the place felt good against my sweat soaked skin.
I watched as he stripped off his t-shirt revealing a strong masculine chest
with hair in all the right places.  I turned my head and forced myself to
concentrate on something else.  I noticed his large collection of books
andthe absence of any photos of a wife, girlfriend -- or even significant
other.
        He turned, "Well make yourself comfortable."
        "Okay, Professor Johnson. Um, nice place you have here."
        I watched as he went over to the door and double looked it.  I had
a feeling it wasn't to keep the burglars out.  He looked at me, sitting on
the edge of his sofa.  I felt so odd, the air had an electric charge to
it. What was going to come next?  I did not have to wait long.
         He walked real close to me.  My throat was dry again and my cock
was pushing up against my flimsy nylon running shorts. He looked me
straight in the eye and said "Tell me boy when was the last time you got
laid?"
        I was taken back by his question and found myself stammering, but
no answer came out. Even though I pretended to be the Big Man on Campus, I
was still very inexperienced with men.  I had only had a few guys that I
messed around with at home.  This was all so new to me -- my head was
spining, my face flush with excitment.
        He took my head in his hands and then said, "Boy, I asked you
aquestion. Now answer me!"
        "Um...umm...ah..well it's been a while."
        "How long, Derik.  Tell me NOW."
        "Ah, its been..ah, well two months."
        "Want to change that, boy?  I saw your hardon when you were in
class today.  I saw how you looked at me.  Don't lie -- I know you want me.
And your dick says it all anyway," he said as he grabbed my throbbing dick.
I was paralyzed, I did not know what to do.
        "I am sorry, Professor..."
        He cut me off, "No need to apologize, Derik.  Besides I will make
you sorry for your sins.  Tell me: do you want me or not.  Because you
willplay by MY rules or you won't play at all."
        I stared at him blankly. not knowing what to do or to say.  I just
nodded my head yes.  God, I wanted him so badly.  I would play by hisrules.
        "Rule number one...take those clothes off NOW."
        I did as I was told.  I kicked off my shoes and sweat socks
quickly. I peeled the sweaty t-shirt off my smooth boyish chest, feeling my
nipples harden immediately in the cool air.  I looked up at him and managed
a quick flirty smile as I slipped my hands into the waistband of my running
shorts. I stood there in my sweaty jock, suddenly shy and scared. I begged
him with my eyes to let me stop there. His piercing blue eyes gave no
mercy. Shaking like a leaf, I removed my jock and laid it at his feet.
        Standing, I grasped my hands behind my back and bent my head,
submissively, in the posture I had seen in that magazine. I was naked
before him.  He eyed up my body, inspected my flesh with his eyes.  I could
tell he was making mental notes.  He went over to a desk drawer and took
out some tape, thick industrial tape.  He bound my feet with it.  Then he
pushed my arms behind my back and bound them as well with tape.
        "Rule number two boy.  You are mine do with as I please.  You
understand?"
        "Yes."
        He slapped my face hard, "You must learn your place, boy, down on
your knees."  He shoved me down to my knees.  And then he said "You will
call me `Sir'"
        "Yes, Sir." I replied.
        "Good, bitch." I felt tears come to my eyes, of shame and of pride.
Finally, someone had called me out, named me.  He stripped down his shorts
and slapped my face with his cock.  Pre-cum oozed across my face.  I felt
so humiliated, but more was to come.  He pressed my face into his crotch,
so I could feel his bush scratch against my face.  His man scent filled my
nostils.  I loved the way his crotch smelled.  I would have kept my face
buried there for an eternity if he would have let me.  But that was not
tobe -- my new master had other plans.
        "Up, bitch, and into the bedroom."
        He yanked me up and I hopped like a kangaroo into his bedroom.  He
shoved me on the bed.  And then he grabbed my pubic hair and said "No, boy
-- I don't like this at all.  It's gotta go." Without another word, he went
to his bathroom and came out with a razor and shaving cream.  He lathered
me up and removed all the hair that I had been so proud of.  He pushed my
legs up and did the same thing with the downy hair around my asshole.  I
felt so vulnerable but more was to come.
        "Ready for your punishment boy?" He paused and I tried to find
theword to express my utter submission to him. He slapped my cheek. "Well,
it doesn't matter does it?"
        He went to his bathroom and produced a pail of melted wax.  He
spread the wax over my arm pits and then pressed linen strips onto them.
When the wax had dried he look at me and said "Scared boy?" I nodded, tears
in my eyes again. With a quick jerk, he ripped off the strips which
tookwith them my arm pit hair.
        "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" I screamed.
        "Oh shut up, bitch!  I don't like your whining. It grows tiresome."
He picked up his sweaty jock and shoved it in my mouth.  It tasted so bad I
thought I would gag, but I forced myself to concentrate on something else,
on the sensation of helplessness and total submission to this man.  Then I
felt him put cold lube on my asshole.  I was panicked.  What was I going to
do? I had never been fucked before. "Sir, oh Sir...." was all I could
mutter.
        He stuck a finger in my ass.  He could feel how tight I was.  He
asked me, "Boy, you a virgin?"
        I nodded my head "yes." He seemed very pleased and a devilish
grinflashed across his face.  He went over to his drawer and got some more
lube and spread it across the broad expanse of his throbbig dickhead.
        "Smile, boy, cause I am gonna make you scream."  When I heard this,
my eyes widened in panic.
        He teased my hole with his dick. He pushed it up against my hole
and then drew back.  Then he did it--he shoved his cockhead inside of
me. The pain was unbearable, a hot flash shooting up through me.  Oh god, I
thought he was going to split me.
        As he began pounding my ass, he grunted a litany of insults: "Guess
what boy, I am making you into a cunt.  You like that?  Daddy is fucking
his bitch.  Your hole is mine now.  You are mine now.  Feel me fucking
you. I just took your cherry -- it's mine.  ALL MINE." He yelled in my
ear. Oh God it hurt so bad.  My legs pressed against my chest as he pounded
deep inside of my ass.  Then I felt him cum inside of me, a burning load of
hot cum shot deep inside my ass.  I felt so complete, so whole, so used.  I
shot a hot load all over my chest without him ever touching me.  He smeared
the cum on my chest.  He slowly pulled out of me.
        "Boy you loved that, don't even deny it."
        He got up and left me on the bed for a while. He took some pictures
of me, bound and covered in cum.  Then he undid the tape and massaged the
blood flow back into my arms and legs.  Then we took a nice long hot
shower.  I had to dry him off first before I could dry myself off.  He
reminded me again that I was his by slapping my ass and then allowing me to
dress again. Before I pulled up my pants, he slipped a silver cockring onto
my boycock. "Your cock belongs to me now, boy," he whispered in my ear.
        The muggy night engulfed me as I headed back to my dorm room, my
head swimming with a world of possibilities. My ass ached from his
lovemaking and his rough words echoed in my ear.  I opened my textbook when
I got back to my dorm room but I never did finish my homework that night.
What would Professor Johnson do if I was unprepared for class? I turned
that question over and over in my head as I lay naked on my bed, fingering
the silver ring that bound my cock and balls.