Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 16:31:33 -0800
From: Shaun <shauncollegeboy@gmail.com>
Subject: College Slaveboy Part One

COLLEGE SLAVEBOY

Copyright 2009 Shauncollegeboy

PART ONE

     My name is Shaun.  I attend a large public university
in the Midwest.  I met Ryan last year when we were both
Freshmen and assigned to rooms on the same floor of one of
the big residence halls.  Ryan is tall, good-looking, with
black hair and blue eyes. He is very competitive and comes
across as extremely self assured.  When he chooses, he can
flash a killer smile.

     Ryan and I would say hi if we passed each other in the
long hallway that connected the rooms on our floor but we
had different circles of friends and didn't hang out
together.  Then he heard that I am quite a good tennis
player and asked if we could play some time.  He said he was
a beginner but really wanted to improve his game.  I agreed
and we played a quick game at the campus courts.  Ryan was
talented but his game needed a lot of work.  I beat him
easily and then critiqued his game and gave him some tips.
He seemed genuinely appreciative.  We started playing
regularly.  He was a quick learner and a pleasure to teach.
With my coaching tips and his natural athleticism, he
improved rapidly to the point that I had to play my best
game to continue beating him.

     When we got to the point that we were almost evenly
matched, Ryan suggested that we make things more interesting
by betting on the game.  I don't have any extra money so I
asked what he had in mind.  He suggested that the loser
clean the winner's dorm room.  I agreed and just managed to
beat Ryan.  My roommate Dan and I were both surprised with
what a great job Ryan did on our room.

     The next time we played, the bet was that the loser
would do the winner's laundry for a week.  This time I only
won by pure luck.  Ryan didn't bitch about losing but in
good grace did my laundry.  He even folded my clothes and
neatly put them away.  He had done such a good job on my
room and my laundry that I joked that I was really getting
used to having such a good slaveboy.  I knew it was a
mistake the second I said it.  Ryan didn't say anything but
was clearly displeased.

     Before our next game, I asked him what the bet would be
this time.  Ryan thought for a minute and suggested that the
loser just perform the winner's dare.  I wasn't too happy
because I was concerned that I might finally lose.  I asked
him what happened if the loser didn't complete the dare.
Ryan said that then the winner sets a new dare and the loser
had to keep trying until he finished a dare.  I added a
condition that the loser wouldn't be asked to do anything
dangerous.  Ryan agreed and we started playing.

     It was a good, hard fought game.  We both played our
very best but at the end Ryan managed to beat me for the
first time.  I sincerely congratulated him.  He graciously
thanked me for my coaching tips and said he could never have
improved so quickly without my help.

     We were both in a good mood as we checked in our
racquets and started to walk back to the residence hall.
Then I asked, "so what is your dare?"

     Ryan looked surprised and I wished I hadn't opened my
big mouth.  I think Ryan had just used the bets as extra
motivation and in the pleasure of winning, he'd forgotten
all about it.

     But Ryan said, "A bet is a bet.  Let me think."

     He was silent a moment and then a smile spread across
his face.  "Okay, I got it," he said.  "I dare you to strip
completely naked and run back to your dorm room."

     I didn't like the sound of that.  I think my body looks
pretty good but I'm too modest to show it off by running
around bare-assed in public.  But I was stuck now.  If I
refused, I didn't want to hear Ryan's next dare.  He was
sure to make it worse.

     "Okay, I'll do it" I said.

     "Say it back to me," Ryan instructed.

     "I'll strip completely naked and run back to my dorm
room."

     "Fine, I'll hold your clothes," said Ryan.

     I pulled my wallet, cell phone and room key out of my
pockets and handed them to Ryan.  I took a quick look
around.  There was no one else on the path.  I quickly
pulled off my shirt and then slipped off my shorts and
underwear.  I handed them all to Ryan and took off at full
speed.  I heard Ryan yell something but I kept moving.

     My luck held until I got back to the residence hall.  I
live on the fifth floor.  I figured if I skipped the
elevator and took the back stairs I could probably get up
unseen but then I realized that I would still have to get
past the student manning the front desk.  I tried to time it
when he was looking away but he got a glimpse of me as I ran
past.  I heard him call after me "Laundry day, Shaun?" and
then laugh.  I blushed but kept running.  After sprinting up
the stairs, I took a cautious look down the hall towards my
room.  No one was in the hall as I dashed to my door.  But
it was locked and I remembered that Ryan had my key.  I
pounded on the door but apparently my roommate Dan was out.
I looked around and saw the maintenance closet about twenty
feet away.  I ducked into it and waited.

     A couple minutes later I heard footsteps and Ryan's
voice loudly calling, "Shaun, where are you?"

     I peeked out of the closet and saw Ryan standing in
front of my door.  The hallway was otherwise still empty so
I dashed over to him.  There was a click as he took a photo
of me with his cell phone.  I was surprised but I just told
him to hurry and get the door open.

     With a smile, he made a big show of fishing for my key
and fumbling with the lock.  Finally he opened the door and
I rushed in.

     When I heard clicks, I realized that Ryan had taken
more pictures of me naked, this time from behind.

     Ryan dumped my clothes on my bed.  I quickly pulled on
my underwear.  I turned around to see Ryan smiling.

     "Admit it, Shaun," he said.  "You enjoyed that."

     My adrenaline was still pumping and I felt exhilarated.
I had to admit that it had been kinda fun.

     "Too bad you didn't complete the dare," Ryan said.

     "What!"

     "The dare was to strip COMPLETELY naked," continued
Ryan as he glanced down toward my feet.

     I looked down as well, seeing my shoes and socks.  I
was puzzled for a second, then horrified as I realized what
he meant.  I had kept on my shoes and socks!

     "I tried calling after you but you didn't stop.  A bet
is a bet," Ryan shrugged.  "It's not like you didn't know
the terms."

     "No way," I said firmly.  "I'm not doing another dare."

     Ryan stopped smiling.  "Fine, if you want to welsh on a
bet, that's your decision.  But in that case, I see no
reason not to share these cell phone pics with everyone on
the floor."

     We lived on a coed floor and I could just imagine the
sniggering and catcalls I would endure if he passed those
photos around.

     I quickly gave in.  "Okay, what is the next dare?"

     Ryan smirked and said, "You do whatever I tell you for
twenty-four hours."

     "Nothing dangerous, right?"

     "Of course not," said Ryan.  "Now repeat it."

     "I will do whatever you say for twenty-four hours," I
said dutifully.

     "Be at my room at exactly 8:45 tomorrow morning.  Your
twenty-four hours starts then." Ryan smiled again.  "We'll
see how you enjoy being MY slaveboy."

     With that, he left.  My roommate showed up soon after
and we went down to dinner in the cafeteria.  But I spent
the rest of the night wondering what I had gotten myself
into.

TO BE CONTINUED

     If you're enjoying my story, please let me know at
shauncollegeboy@gmail.com
     Love, Shaun