Date: Mon, 17 May 1999 15:32:08 EDT
From: Boi1derXeb@aol.com
Subject: The Undergradutate Part 3 

			     The Undergraduate
				 Part III

        I yawned and stretched my legs wide, sliding my hand down into my
flannel boxers. My fingers wrapped around my hard cock, remembering the
delicious pleasure of Professor Johnson's cock in my mouth. I always woke
up all excited on the days when I had Professor Johnson's class.  I jumped
out of bed, stripped off my boxers, and headed quickly to the showers;
thoughts of his muscular body pumping into me sent my head spinning.  I
fingered my chain collar on the way to the showers, the cool metal against
my skin, remembering the day he collared me -- that always made me hard.
        As I was heading down the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel I
noticed Julio, my swimming instructor. (He was also the Chief RA in my dorm
and had a private apartment up on the third floor.  He was heading down the
hallway dressed in dark blue Adidas track pants and a cutoff t-shirt.  He
had that early morning I-have-just-been-for-a-run look about him.  I could
see small sweat stains under his arms and as he approached he gave off a
slightly musky odor.  I could feel my cock swelling, pushing up against the
nubby fabric of my towel.  Damn it!  Why couldn't I ever seem to control my
cock?
        "Hey bud, how's the ankle?"  I had been out of commission for a few
days since that day I slipped in the shower and sprained my ankle.  The
anguish of that day seemed so far off --  ever since I got my collar, I
could think of nothing else.
        "It's better, Julio. The swelling went down.  I'll be back in class
today finally,"  I replied, wondering if he remembered the scene when he'd
discovered me in the shower with that troll sucking me off.  God, that guy
was ugly.  I noticed Julio look down at my crotch.
        "Well, Derik, looks like something else is swelled, bud" he said.
        My face flushed scarlet with embarrassment, and I felt the warm
blush traveling down my bare chest.   In a vain attempt to regain a little
dignity, I crossed my hands in front of my crotch.  I knew the gesture was
futile: he had already seen my swollen cock, building, tenting out from my
towel.
        "I um, ah, well..."  my voice trailed off.
        "Go get your shower, kid, I will see you later." He gave me a
reassuring pat on my shoulder, and swatted my butt as I pushed past him
into the bathroom.
        I showered quickly, hardly looking at the tall dark-haired boy I
usually teased in the shower every morning. I was running late, and after
the first incident with Professor Johnson, I would never be late to his
class again.  I dressed quickly in green cargos and green t-shirt and black
Docs. I dashed off to class, settling into my favorite front-row seat with
only a few minutes to spare.  My heart fell when I saw some strange beast
of a bitch sitting next to the podium.  Who was this fat cunt, anyway?
        Class began and the woman introduced herself and explained that
Professor Johnson was out of town and would not be here for the week, and
that she was filling in.  I sat and half listened to her boring lecture on
"The Wife of Bath's Tale" and its relationship to the rest of the
Canterbury Tales.   Damn!  I was so horny and what the fuck was I going to
do now that Professor Johnson was out of town, for a whole week!   The
class ended and I bolted past the cunt and ran out into the hallway.
        All day long I scurried aimlessly around campus. Even Steve wasn't
at the Bio lab; he was off interviewing for a summer internship downstate.
I guess I was feeling pretty abandoned when I dashed off to my swimming
class. Why I was in such a hurry, I didn't know.  I guess I was drawn to
Julio; I had certainly jacked off thinking about him.  He was so different
from Professor Johnson.  Julio was athletic and had that macho Latino look
to him.
        I changed into my Speedo and headed out to the pool area.  I did
some warm up laps and showed off my angular body.  I enjoyed showing off
for all the other guys in my class, wondering what their cocks looked like
hard and full of cum. It was my own warped version of show and tell.  Julio
was certainly putting us through the paces.  I was exhausted by the time
class was over. Maybe it was because I was up all night thinking about
Professor Johnson (and Julio too).
        I hurried up in the showers, hoping the troll wouldn't be there.  I
was lucky because he was not there.  The only other guy in the shower was
this short red-haired Seth Green lookalike who I'd caught staring at my
Speedo earlier.  I gave him a wink and started shampooing my hair, closing
my eyes and leaning my head back into the hot stream of the shower. I let
the warm soapy water stream down onto my cock and balls and could feel my
cock bouncing around in the water. (I had developed this shower-tease after
many hours of practice.) A soft moan made me open my eyes just in time to
see the little red-haired stud stroke a creamy load out of his thick
mushroom-headed cock. I laughed to myself as I toweled dry:  sometimes I
thought I was put on this earth to make other guys cum: it was my destiny!
         I changed and was combing my ash blond hair when Julio came into
the locker room.  He had a grin on his face as he approached me.  He gave
my ass a quick pat and said "Hey kiddo, you going for a GI look today?"
        "Huh? Oh my cargos. Ah, just was in a green mood today." I replied.
        "I see, soldier." He winked. "Hey kiddo, you wanna go grab a bit to
eat with me? I'm a good cook. And I think you'll enjoy tasting the
specialty of the house."
        "Sure!" My eyes instinctive focused in his crotch. Damn, was I so
transparent?
        "Well then pretty boy, get your ass in gear and let's go. Now."  He
said the last part ,"Now" with such an authoritative tone that my cock
leapt to attention.  I walked with Julio to his apartment on top floor of
my down.  His place was sparsely furnished: grad student economy furniture.
Although it lacked the rich sophistication of Professor Johnson's
brownstone, it did have a spare masculine charm. No fuss here -- Julio was
a man of very basic tastes, I thought.  I wondered why I so often compared
the two men.
        Julio took off his shirt,  his chest was covered in furry curly
black hair all over. Professor Johnson had some hair on his chest (tracing
out the strong lines of his pecs) but nothing like Julio.  He posed for me,
showing off his thick muscled chest and powerful rock hard abs.  I could
feel myself building against my pants.  Again! Damn!
        Julio came over and stood directly in front of my slim body, his
dark eyes looking down onto my face. He grabbed my collar and pulled me
forward, growling in that rich accent.  "Your Master is out of town, boy.
You serve me tonight."
        He kissed me deep, his tongue filling my mouth. My cock swelled and
I pressed it against his leg. He pulled my t-shirt off and then yanked down
my pants.  He seemed impressed with the fact I was not wearing underwear.
He muttered something that sounded like "easy access."  He yanked me by my
collar again and pushed me roughly into his bedroom.  It was nothing
impressive, expect for a giant four poster bed. Quickly he bound me to the
bed, spread-eagled, my ass in the air.  The coarse rope he used bit into my
ankles and wrists.  He took off his pants and stood next to the bed in his
jock, his hard cock peeking over the edge.  I noticed that he was uncut.
        "That is right boy. I am all man, bitch, not like your fancy
Professor man."
        He slapped me across the face. "Ouch!" I could feel the stinging
sensation in my cheek.
        "That is for being a cock tease."  Then he slapped me again. "Don't
be a cock tease, bitch -- it will only make things much worse for you."
        My mind spun. I wondered what he meant by that?  Make things worse?
Oh God, what was I in for?   Why couldn't I learn to control my cock?
        "Stop thinking, you fucking faggot! It's useless -- you have no
choice now!"
        "Yes Sir!"  I responded, almost instinctively.  It felt odd calling
anyone but Professor Johnson "Sir."  But I also needed this from Julio.  I
could not fight him anymore, I was helpless before him.   He went over to
his dresser and got out a whip.  He ran the whip over my body, he pressed
it to my lips and forced me to kiss is.  Then he rammed the handle into my
mouth and gagged me with it. He was getting a kick out of humiliating me
like this.  My mind had little time to process the humiliation before it
felt the first WHACK.
WHACK
WHACK
WHACK
WHACK
WHACK
With each stroke he lashed me harder.  My body flew forward each time he
brought the whip down upon my tender skin.  A hot burning sensation filled
my body.  My skin felt as though fire ants were crawling on it,  and I
could feel that welts were beginning to appear on my back.
        "Had enough, bitch?"  I knew better than to answer.  If I said yes,
it would only mean more punishment with the whip; if I said no, I feared he
had something far worse in mind.  Instead I humbly lowered my head and
buried my head in the pillow, feeling by body go limp in its restraints.
        "Good bitch, you are beginning to know your place."  He unbound my
hands and ankles and pulled me off the bed into a helpless heap on the
floor. But his humiliation of me was not over.  He tied my hands together
and attached the rope to a hook on the ceiling. Then he spread my ankles
and bound them to the foot of the bed. And there was my damn cock, eagerly
straining for more.
        Julio stood before me and lowered his jock, exposing his cock and
then he let forth a stream of hot piss.  I felt his piss cover my body. he
sprayed me as a dog marks a tree, covering me in piss.  Then he took the
piss soaked jock and shoved it deep into my mouth. I struggled in my
restraints, but it was useless.  The taste of his piss was not as awful as
I thought it would be.  I forced myself to think about something else, take
my mind elsewhere, not remind myself that I was bound, pissed on, and
gagged.  He touched my ball sac, feeling my balls, giving them a hard
squeeze.  Then he applied weights to the loose skin on my sac.  The weights
were heavy enough to make me painfully aware of every inch of sensitive
flesh and the slightest shift of my balls--and a thousand shifts seemed
inevitable.  He worked thoroughly, pinching the skin. When I flinched he
took no notice of it, or at least did not care.  Then he manacled my cock
at the base with a heavy weight.  My cock bobbed and I felt the cold iron
against my testicles.  I was helpless.
        He stepped back to admired his handy work.  Then he pulled a
t-shirt on and his pants.  He turned to me and said "You will wear these
till I get back, bitch.  I am going out for some food, then I will have
more fun with you, bitch.  And the only reason those weights should fall
off is if you go soft.  And if that happens well,  don't make that happen,
whore!"  He turned and left the room, leaving me there.  Every sensation
flowed through my balls.  I felt the weights tug, I felt my sac stretching
under the strain, and yet I was more turned on than ever.  I waited for
what seemed like hours in his darkened room.  The weights seem to pull at
me, like fingers stretching my skin and tugging my cock.  My cock was now
jetting forward and had a purplish red hue to it.
        I hear a key jiggle in the lock then I saw him before me again.  He
seemed satisfied with himself.
        "Look at you, bitch.  You pathetic cockwhore, is this what you
want?" He shook his cock at me.  He removed the weights from my cock, I let
out a groan, a sigh of relief.  He unhooked my wrists and unbound my ankles
from the bed post and shoved me back on the bed.  He placed leather
restraints on my wrists, lined with fleece, all the better for hours of
play he said.  The restraints had clips on them, matching the clips on the
leg restraints. Forcefully he shoved my legs up till they were over my
head.  He snapped the two clips together and I was bound that way,  open,
exposed, vulnerable.
        My eyes looked at him pleading for mercy.  He laughed as he began
to play with my hole, fingering it, feeling it stretch and open for him.  I
longed to be filled again, I needed a man inside my ass again.
        "Well, pussy boy, should I fuck you?"
        I could only grunt inside my gag.  The piss soaked gag contained my
cries for him to fuck me.  I wanted to scream for him to rape my ass, to
plunge in.  But he did none of those things.  Instead he returned and took
a jar of Crisco from the bag he was holding.  I looked at him, wondering
what was going on.  He greased up his hand and forearm with Crisco.  What
was going on?
        "Bitch, you ever felt a man's fist?"
        I shook my head no.  He laughed again and then said, "No time like
the present!"
        My eyes widened in hear.  His hands were huge, I began to wiggle in
my bonds.  He laughed again and slapped my face, the Crisco leaving a
greasy trail on my face.
        "Boy it will hurt worse if you don't give it up to me. If you
relax, this will feel like heaven."
        He slowly worked a smooth finger in my ass; it slid in easily.
Over the last few weeks, Professor Johnson had loosened up my ass.  He slid
in another finger and then another.  My ass strained against his three
fingers. I yelped as I felt him squeeze a fourth in.  My ass felt as though
it was on fire.  Then slowly he inserted his hand inside my ass.  I could
feel his hand, building inside me, filling me like a cock never did.  Then
I felt him slowly make a fist inside me.  I wiggled on his wrist,  as he
began to move his fist around inside my ass.  Teasing me as he pushed
slowly forward, soon he was inside me up to his elbow.  He pulled his fist
out and then plunged it back in again.  He picked up the pace, my body
reaching out to meet his fist, my ass hungrily swallowing his arm.  I
needed this, I wanted this,  I was a helpless fuck slave. He pushed inside
me further till it felt like he was up to his shoulder.  Oh God, yes, I
came in huge thick spasms, moaning deeply into the gag.
        "Yes that's it, bitch. Surrender."
        He pulled out of me and ripped the gag out of my mouth and shoved
his cock inside my mouth.  He face-fucked me fast and hard till I felt my
mouth filled with his juices.  Afterwards we took a nice hot shower and he
cleaned up.  My ass felt empty with out his fist inside of it.  I felt so
humiliated, so submissive, I felt like a slave.
        My mind raced as I walked back down to my dorm room.  My roommate
took no notice of me. He was used to me coming and going at all hours.  He
assumed that I was out with the sorority girls.  He had no idea I was
becoming the campus fuck slave.
        Julio and I saw each other several times that week.  He seemed to
be fulfilling the insatiable sexual appetite that I had built up since
arriving at college. Once he called me at 3 am and ordered me to run naked
up to his room. When I got there, he pulled me in, fucked me doggy style
just inside his door and shoved me back out into the hall.
        Yet I longed for Professor Johnson to return.  I felt my collar at
night, and dreamed of him.  Soon he would be back.
        I was surprised when Julio showed up at my dorm room one night just
after supper.  He opened the door with his pass key, and entered without
even knocking. (Thankfully my roommate was gone!)
        "I need you bad, bitch -- down on your knees!" he said, pushing me
to the floor.  Soon I was sucking away on his thick Latin meat.  I came to
love his spicy taste and thick cum when he shot inside my mouth.
        "You are such a good bitch, such a good sucker, ugh, yeah, suck it
whore!" He yelled at me as he slapped my face and spewed the last of his
cum into my eager mouth..  Then I heard a noise at the door, I turned and
looked there was Professor Johnson, his face flush with anger.
        "What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded.
        I tried to answer, to apologize -- but it's tough to apologize to
your lover with another man's cock in your mouth. I looked at him, my eyes
full of remorse and apology.  I could see the anger flash in his eyes; I
could feel my own heart sink.  What had I done?  What was going to happen
to me? Instinctively, my fingers rushed to touch my collar, which felt as
heavy at the lead weights on my crotch.
        What was Professor Johnson going to do?