Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2003 13:39:02 -0500 (EST)
From: R A D <axeldarke@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Joels Life in College, so far part 4

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depending on the country, you are too young to read this and should depart
from here until you reach the legal age

     If you are offended by domination, submission, discipline or
humiliation activities between young men then you should not read this. In
fact you should not even be here.

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 (c) axeldarke 2003

     This is the forth section of Joel's story.  Readers should read the
first three before reading this one.


			  Joel's Life in College


     I stood there facing the corner with the taste of Barry's asshole in
my mouth and I felt hot waves of shame flash over my face.  It wasn't just
that I had licked Barry's boots and his asshole, it was that I'd thrown
about the hardest cock I ever had while I was doing it!  Barely an hour
before I had been sleeping peacefully in my bed.  Now here I was waving my
paddled red butt standing in a corner for all to see.  What was worse was
that Barry at least knew that I got off on licking his boots and asshole!

     The feeling I had right then was partly shame.  Definitely that.  I
mean I would have sunk into the floor never to return to that place if I
could have.  Yet I had other feelings too, intense ones.  I had NEVER been
so hot as I was when Barry and Steve had their fingers up my butt and
talked to me like I was a nasty little boy.  Being treated like that was
humiliating, for sure.  But what was absolutely shocking to me was the way
it got me so hot.  I was so hard and excited by it all that I just wanted
to grab my cock and blow my load.  Only my fear of the consequences should
Steve return before I finished prevented me from doing it.

     I really did not like Barry at all but he had my number for sure and I
knew I was gonna have to be his flunky and bootlicker just to keep this
between us.  I didn't want Steve to know I'd left my corner and I
definitely didn't want anyone else to know I licked butt and got hard from
it.  I was just so intensely shamed by that I just couldn't bare the
thought that others might find out about it.  I was determined to keep
Barry happy in the hope that this would remain between us.  Still what
really shocked and confused me that day was that the prospect of being
Barry's butt licker excited me at least as much as it repelled me.



     Just then, I heard an intake of breath from the hallway.

     "Hey Joel he really gave it to you didn't he."  It was Tomas speaking.

      I felt another hot wave of shame flash over my face right then.
  I had a powerful urge to grab some shorts or a towel or anything to cover
my self.  Yet I knew the potential penalty for leaving that corner.  I'd
had enough paddle that day so despite my humiliation I stayed where I was.

      Tomas walked into my room and closed the door.

     "Relax Joel, Steve is down in the lot dealing with some asshole who
backed into his Jeep."

     He walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder as he spoke.  I
don't know why but at that point I felt a wave of emotion come over me and
I just about burst into tears.  Tomas pulled me from the corner, turned me
around and gave me a big hug.  I took my arms from the back of my neck and
hugged him back.  I can't even describe to you how much of a relief I felt
when he did that to me.  Tomas wasn't Steve, he hadn't wielded the paddle
but he was there to hold me and show he didn't want just to use me like
Barry.  That felt very good right then.

     "Listen Joel I know he gave it to you pretty hard," he said while he
hugged me.  "But you are not the first to get it from Steve and probably
not the last.  He really isn't all that bad once you know his rules and
obey them."



     "You mean you got his paddle too?"  I asked him in surprise.

     He chuckled a little.  "Joel my birthday is in February.  I was only
17 when I got here too and I didn't turn 18 until almost the end of my
first year" he said.  "I've felt that paddle a few times myself and I know
what you are feeling like at the moment.  But don't worry.  As long as you
are a good boy and do as Steve tells you, you'll be fine."

     He was hugging me close at that point and in my excited state the
inevitable happened and I threw another hard on.  Tomas felt it and saw it
I guess but he was being careful to avoid touching it.

     He hugged me once more and then turned me around to face into the
corner again.  As he did so I could see through his shorts that he too was
hard.  I was very aroused by all that had happened that morning.  Despite
my inexperience, I gazed at him with what must have looked like desire.  He
was obviously feeling it too but he was very firm about turning me back
into the corner and lifting my arms as I returned my hands to the back of
my neck.

     "Joel I know you'd like to be with me right now but Steve will be back
sometime soon.  I don't think he'd be too happy with you or me if he found
us in here doing more than talking.  So let's just keep this cool for
today."  He said backing away a little.

     I definitely felt the loss of contact with him and wanted him to stay.
I moved to turn and look back at him again but he held my shoulder and
prevented me from moving.

     "Joel you are gonna have to stay there and be there when Steve gets
back.  Just be polite and respectful and do what he tells you and
everything will be ok.  He probably has a few things to talk to you about.
Make sure you remember them and obey and everything will be ok," he said,
his hand still on my shoulder

     He backed away and said "I'll see you later, ok?"

     With that, he turned and left my room, leaving my door wide open as he
had found it.

     I greatly regretted Tomas leaving and missed his touch but after a few
minutes I began to feel a little better.  What he said made me think that
maybe if I was obedient and kept to his rules Id be OK with Steve.  I
certainly wanted to avoid more paddle yet in another way I didn't mind that
Steve was to wield it in my life.  My dad had paddled me as a kid and while
I definitely didn't enjoy receiving it the feeling of release I had once Id
taken it and had a hug from my dad afterward was something I appreciated.
I was just hoping Steve would return soon.

	axeldarke

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