Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2001 02:01:13 -0500 From: Danny _ 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. _______________________________________________________________________ I want your idea's, this is my first story. What do you want to happen next? Tell me if it sucks. danny9206@hotmail.com