Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2001 02:01:13 -0500
From: Danny _ <danny9206@hotmail.com>
Subject: Freshman's Slave - Part 4

Freshman's Slave - Part 4

The next morning, I picked up Master Rob as commanded.  I was wearing my now
typical clothes.  I had on black cargo pants, a black t-shirt and a black
leather belt with studs on it and finally black combat boots to finish it
off.  My hard cock showed very clearly in the tight pants.

While Rob was in the car I didn't say anything, as he did not speak to me.
He just got in and reprogrammed all my radio stations.  I knew he now owned
me and everything I had owned was also his, but it was still a little
strange to have a freshman in my car reprogramming my radio stations while I
was wearing the clothes he commanded me to and had a leather collar locked
on my neck.

I went through the day of school.  I was getting use to the looks and the
cracks, but the worst part was I could not talk back to the other students.
I couldn't defend myself, or even tell them off.  I could just go to class
and ignore them.  The humiliation only added to my hardness.  At the end of
the day Master Rob was waiting at my car.  I walked to the drivers side and
started to get in when I realized Master was standing their probably waiting
on my to open the door for him.  I walked around to the passenger said and
opened the door.  He got in and I shut it.  As I walked around to my side, I
heard some laughter from the some kids in the cars next to us.  I would have
laughed to, had I seen a senior dressed like some kind of male whore opening
a door for a freshman.  I got in the car and Master Rob told me to drive to
Main Street in the city.  "Yes Master Rob."  I drove and he told me to stop
in front of one of those dinky triple XXX sex shops.  "Go inside and tell
them you are picking up a package for your Master Rob."  I got out and
walked in.  I walked up to the counter where a young guy was sitting there.
He looked about 23; he has short blonde hair, thin and muscular.  He looked
like he worked out everyday.  "Excuse me Sir, I am here to pick up a package
for Master Rob."  I felt my face get red and he looked at me for a few
seconds.  "I've been expecting you, your owner told me I could have you for
15 minutes as payment for his package, he told me you had to do anything I
said and if you didn't to tell him."  I could believe what I was hearing; my
Master was selling me like an object to pay for his crap of which I didn't
even know what it was. "Yes sir, I will do anything you command of me.  My
only job is to please my Master."  He walked towards me, hooked a chain to
my collar and yanked on it forcing me to walk.  "Hey dogs don't walk, get on
all fours you worthless ass licking bitch."  I dropped to all fours and
began to crawl as he pulled on the leash.  He led me to a very small room,
not much bigger then a broom closet, but just big enough for a cot.  "Get on
the bed, lay on your back and hold up your legs slut."  I climbed up and
held my legs up.  I hadn't noticed when I crawled in, but there were leg
shackles hanging from the ceiling.   He locked my legs to the cold iron and
then tied my arms to a shelf behind the cot.  I had pretty much figured out
he was going to fuck my ass.  He came over and put some stuck a large dildo
in my mouth with straps on it.  He strapped it on around the back of my
head.  Here I was laying in a bed, my legs shackled, my arms tied, a dildo
strapped in my mouth preventing me from yelling, a cock ring and a butt plug
locked in my ass.  I must have really looked like a whore.  I was actually
looking forward to him pulling out the butt plug and giving me some relief,
even though he would replace it with his cock.  He left the room for a
moment and came back in.  He had a black leather belt with metal studs on
it.  He raised his arm and I tensed up as he slammed my ass with the belt.
He repeated over and over.  I tried to scream, but the dildo would not allow
it.  He continued to do this, slamming against my tender ass and packing in
my butt plug.  "That's right bitch, you have been a very naughty boy, you
little cunt!"  I lost count, but figure he belted me about 45 times; he
stopped and released my arms and legs.  He then threw a large bag on me.
"Get out of here you cocksucker and give that bag to your Master, you better
hurry or he will be pissed."  I pulled my pants over my tender ass and
pretty much ran out.

I got in the car only to see Master Rob with a sly smile on his face.  "Did
you enjoy your treat, slave?"  "Yes Master Rob, thank you Master."  "Take me
home slut."  I drove him home.  When we got their I got out and opened his
door. I took the bag and shit the door after he got out.  I followed behind
him as he went inside and up to his room.  "Go hump the corner."  I went
over and began to fuck the wall.  He sat down on the bed and I heard him
going through the bag I got at the sex shop.  Just what I needed, more sex
toys.  "Come over here and get on your knees bitch, NOW!"  I stopped humping
the wall like some pathetic slut and dropped to my knees in front of him.
He was rummaging through the bag and pulled out a leather chest harness.  He
put it on me.  It was a leather strap coming over both shoulders connecting
to a metal ring in the center of my chest.  Then two straps connecting under
my crotch and coming up over my ass crack and up my back.  They were leather
straps with small metal spikes.  "You will wear this everyday at school
bitch."  "Yes Master Rob."  It kind of went with the whole punk thing, so it
wasn't too bad.  Besides, I was liking Master controlling me more and more
every minute.  He next pulled out two lather straps with larger spikes.  He
locked them around my wrist so even if I wanted to take them off I could
not.  "These stay on until I say otherwise, now go to the bathroom."  I
followed Master to the bathroom.  "As long as you are dressing like that, I
decided you needed a new hairstyle to go along with it."  I started to get
scared; I had very nice short hair.  It was very conservative and I liked it
like that.  "Get on your knees slave."  I dropped and he applied something
that stunk to my hair.  After about 15 minutes of me on my knees, I was told
to wash my hair in the shower.  As I did I saw lots of chemicals and shit
going down the drain.  I finished and was told to dry it.  I was still on my
knees and Master applied some gel and I assume was he was styling my hair
whatever he had done to it.  "Stand bitch and look."  I stood up and looked
in the mirror.  I could not believe the sight.  I looked like some fucking
punk, the ones I hated.  Not only was I dressed in black, but also my hair
was now pure black and it was styled all messed up.  "You like it?  As if it
mattered."  "Yes Master, thank you Master."  I hated it, but it still felt
ok because it was my Master's command.  "Good, that is how you are to fix it
every morning."  "Stay."  He walked over to the toilet and sat down.  He
started taking a dump.  I could not believe he was doing that in front of
me.  "Crawl over here and clan my shoes slave."  I crawled over and licked
his shoes for about 5 minutes.  "Stop, on your knees."  He stood up and
flushed the toilet.  "Bitch, clean my ass."  He couldn't be serious, he
couldn't mean with my tongue.  "With my tongue Master Rob?"  "Don't fucking
question me, he raised is hand slapped the shit out of my face.  "I am sorry
Master."  "Shut up bitch, clean my ass."  He turned around and I could smell
his dirty ass.  He reached around and pushed my head into his cheeks.  I
began to lick his hole.  The taste was pretty awful, but not nearly as bad
as I thought it would be.  I continued to lick until his ass was perfectly
spotless.  I backed my head off and awaited instructions.  "Good doggie,
maybe one day I will shit directly in your mouth to save time, but look you
have shit all over your nose, you dirty shitty toilet, that makes me sick...
wiped your face off on your shirt and go the hell home, I will see you
tomorrow."  I wiped the little bit of shit that was on my face on to my
shirt.  I crawled to my car and drove away.  When I got home my parents were
sitting in the living room.  They saw me and my father about passed out.
"What the hell are you wearing and what the hell happened to your hair,
son?"  "Don't over react Dad, I am tired of being like everyone else.  This
is just me defining who I am."  "Well son, as long as your realize you look
like some kind of punk freak and that's what you want... all the power to
you, but if I see your grades drop or anything like that I will crack the
whip."  "Yes Dad, umm also I my friends Mom has to go out of the country on
business for the next few months and she thought it might be nice if I hung
out with Mas, I mean Rob on the weekends to keep him out of trouble.  His
Grandma will be there during the weeks."  "You know your weekends are there,
just make sure we are aware of where you are at all times, understand?"
"Yes Dad, thanks... Good night."

I ran upstairs and my phone was ringing, "Hello."  It was Master Rob, "I
forgot to tell you bitch I got you a job interview at McDonald's Friday
evening at 5PM. you are to wear exactly what you had on today.  Go to the
counter and ask for Mike.  He will take care of you... Bye bitch!"  He hung
up without even awaiting a response from me.  I went to bed and picked
Master Rob up the next morning.  When I opened his car door at school he
handed me his book bag, snapped his finger and beckoned me to follow.  I
followed him to his locker.  I heard people making fun of the harness, but I
could not speak.  At his locker he told me to get on my knees and open the
book bag and hand him each book.  Here I was in the middle of school, at the
feet of a freshman handing him his books.  People had to notice; I don't
know how they couldn't.  Just then, this other guy walked up to Master Rob
and told him he would see him Saturday night at 8PM.  I didn't know they guy
real well, just that he also was a freshman and he was hot.  He was about
5'11, looked to be about 150lbs, very well defined, he was a swimmer.  I
just couldn't imagine what he was going to happen Saturday, since I had been
commanded to be their every weekend.  Well tomorrow was Friday, so I didn't
have to long wait.


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