Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2001 00:33:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: R A D <axeldarke@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Joel's life in College, So Far

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young to read this and should depart from here until
you reach the legal age

  If you are offended by domination, submission,
humiliation or discipline activities between young men
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 (c) axeldarke 2001

axeldarke@yahoo.ca



     Joel's life in College, So Far.

(m/t,humil,college,disp)


	When I first arrived at my college dorm I was still
only 17 years old.  My birthday is in December so it
was a few months yet before Id be a full legal adult.
It was my first time away from the supervision and
control of my parents, who are strict and conservative
people, so I was excited and looking forward to my new
freedom.

 	I got myself registered that first day, found my
room and stowed my gear.  My roommate had not yet
arrived. As it turned out my roommate had cancelled
out and never did show up so I lucked out and
got my own room but only paid for a double.

             After I stowed my gear I went exploring
and met this guy Scott, who was about 24, and seemed
impressive and mature to me. He turned out to be the
'floor chairman' who was kind of like a social
organizer and class president for the floor I lived
on.  I also met Steve who was a 'wing senior' on my
wing of the floor.  He was kind of a deputy to the
floor chairman.    I figured that those titles didn't
mean much and usually they don't.  Just titles with
little actual authority.

            Steve was 22 at the time and was obviously
a serious weightlifter and major stud.  He is 6'1,
about 200 pounds with sculpted muscles, beautifully
proportioned body, black hair and blue eyes.
 I was very deeply closeted at the time but he
definitely caught my eye.      Scott mentioned, in a
kind of joking tone, that since I was not yet 18 for a
while they'd have to keep an eye on me to make sure I
stayed out of trouble.   We all just laughed at that
and I didn't take it seriously because I didn't think
they did either.

	The place filled up over the next few days and
college life began.   Parties, intramural sports,
noise and even, sometimes, schoolwork. I noticed that
there were lots of guys in the dorm who smoked pot
openly.  They drank beer too though they were not
really allowed to do that until they were 21 and few
of them were.   I enjoyed the parties but I was not
experienced with beer or with pot so I didn't consume
much of either.

	About the 3rd weekend I was there I happened to be at
a little get together in another guy's room on another
floor on Saturday night.  That night I was drinking a
beer and sharing a few tokes.
  Steve happened to arrive with some others and he saw
me drinking beer and taking tokes.  Steve himself
neither drank beer nor smoked anything.   He kind of
got a scowl on his face when he saw me but I didn't
think about it much because I was pretty far gone by
then.

	The next morning there was a knock on my door at
about 7am, which was way early for me since I liked to
sleep in Sundays.   Since I got to school I was able
to do that, which I could never do at home.  Sleepily
I got up and opened my door to find Steve there
obviously just having finished his morning run.  He
kind of pushed by me and came in, taking the seat at
my desk, which was the only chair in my room.   He
said he had something important to talk to me about.

	I was not real happy to see him and didn't want to do
more than go back to sleep but the serious look on his
face and tone in his voice caught my attention so I
was ready to listen. I was kind of embarrassed
standing there because I sleep nude and had only
wrapped a towel around myself to answer the door. I
was gonna put on a pair of shorts but Steve said not
to bother, it would not take long.  There was a
serious tone in his voice and it had me worried so I
obeyed him.

	He told me that he had seen me the night before
drinking beer and smoking that joint.  I knew that
already but since it was such a widespread and routine
activity around that place I didn't see what the big
deal was.  Steve asked me to get my dorm contract that
we all signed when we came to school. My dad had
actually signed mine because I was not yet legal to
sign contracts.

	When I had retrieved it he told me to read a portion
of the contract that was titled "Minor Students" It
basically said that students who were minors, not yet
18, would be subject to the ' reasonable supervision'
of resident officials, which he told me meant floor
chairmen and wing seniors like himself.
This surprised me because I had never really read the
contract and didn't realize that that section was in
it.
I recalled that it was mentioned that Steve and Scott
would keep an eye on me that first day but I never
took that seriously.  Apparently Steve did.

	He asked me how my parents felt about my drinking
beer.  I was worried when he said that because the
truth is my folks don't drink and don't allow me to
either.  They are conservative religious people and
don't take to drinking.   I was reluctant to say
anything but Steve could see the worry in my face so I
told him the truth.  When he asked me what they would
think about me smoking pot I felt like about an inch
tall because I know they would think it was one stop
short of hell on the road to damnation.

	Steve told me that in the past when they had minor
students who drank the procedure had been to inform
the student's parents of this to protect the school
from lawsuits if anything should happen as a result of
future drinking.   The prospect of my folks being
informed of my alcohol use terrified me because I knew
that my dad would insist that I move home instantly
and go to a local college where he could keep his eye
on me. I knew too that he would paddle my ass.  And
god help me if the pot was mentioned.

	I was suddenly very worried. I told Steve that I
would be yanked home immediately if my dad was
informed of my drinking.   I pleaded with him not to
tell and I said I would not drink again until after my
birthday.  He told me that to do that was taking a
major risk for him because as a wing senior he had a
contract to obey and enforce rules and that was one of
them. He told me he could get kicked out himself
without notice if dorm management found he had ignored
underage drinking.

	I so dreaded the prospect of being forced home and
losing my relative freedom that I got onto my knees
and pleaded with him.  I let go of the towel I wore
and it fell to the floor leaving me naked but that was
the last thing I cared about then.   Steve was not
very sympathetic to me and asked what my dad would do
with me if he were informed. I confessed that I would
end up getting paddled. It was not like I wanted him
to know this, it was just that he intimidated me with
his tone and what he was telling me so I told him the
truth.

	He told me that he would consider ignoring my lapse
if I promised to obey the rules and obey him from then
on.  But he said he felt like I needed a paddling like
my dad would have given me if he had been told of my
behavior. I didn't want any paddling at all but if I
had to take one and could escape being yanked home I
figured I could accept it. I was naked on the floor on
my knees all this time as he spoke to me, ready to
plead for his mercy, and I felt great relief because
it seemed like I had gotten it.

	I said I would take a paddling if he felt I needed it
and I would obey the rules and not drink again or
smoke pot either.  He said that would be ok and
feeling huge relief I suddenly became self-conscious
and wanted to get up and put on some shorts.  But when
I moved to do so Steve told me to stay where I was. He
reached into the pocket of his shorts and retrieved
his keys and he handed them to me. Then he told me to
run down to his room and look in his closet where I
would find his paddle hanging on a hook. He told me to
bring it back to him.

	I stood and moved to put on a pair of shorts but he
slapped my butt and told me to get my ass in gear and
get the paddle.   I wanted to wear shorts but Steve
told me that everybody in the wing had seen my bare
butt in the showers by now so I didn't need them.  He
told me if anyone asked what I was doing I was to tell
them I had been a bad boy and Steve was gonna do
something about it.   He also told me I had one minute
to be back with his paddle or I'd pay for it.   I
really didn't want to have to run down there naked but
I was scared as hell by then so I just opened my door
and took off down the hall.

	My room was at the one end of the wing and Steve's
was at the other end so I had to run the length of the
wing waving my bare butt. There were 2 guys in the
hallway right then and they laughed at me and told me
to put some clothes on.   One of them even slapped my
butt as I ran by him.

	I got down to Steve's room and opened the door. Just
as I did Todd, the other senior in the wing, whose
room was opposite Steve's, opened his door.  I guess I
didn't hear him because as I searched for the paddle
in Steve's closet I felt Todd's hand on my butt.   I
was shocked by the touch and when I saw who it was I
was kind of scared too because Todd is this big
football player, about 23 or so, and a very macho
aggressive type.  He is like 6'3 or so and 220 lbs of
muscle. I am only like 160 and 5'9 so he towers above
me.  I had a feeling like he knew I was gay and didn't
like me because of it so I felt very uncomfortable
with him there like that.

	" Hey Joel (that's my name, Joel McBain) what are you
doing here in Steve's room?" he asked me.  As he did
so I found the paddle and retrieved it from the
closet.   Todd meanwhile still had his hand on my butt
and was fingering my butt hole with his middle finger.
I was feeling aroused by this hot guy with his finger
on my butt hole but very humiliated to be standing
there nude and holding that paddle.  To my utter shame
my cock began to get hard in response to his finger
and within a few seconds I was hard as a rock.

	" I am getting this for Steve, he is in my room." I
said trying to get out of there with as much dignity
as I could.

	" Oh yeah? So why does he need the paddle?" Todd
asked me

	" Well see I have been a bad boy and Steve is gonna
do something about it" I said, burning with
humiliation and, I am sure, red as a beet.

	" He is huh? Well I figured you would be getting it
sooner or later kid." He said, chuckling.
He slapped my poor butt and told me to get a move on
or it would be worse for me.

	As I stepped back out into the hallway, my hard cock
waving in front of me, I saw that Jay and Tomas, the
two guys who had first seen me in the hall, had been
watching the exchange between Todd and me.  Jay just
smiled at me as I ran by. Tomas whistled and yelled "
that boy is gonna feel wood today!"

	I bolted back down that hallway praying that nobody
else would see me but several doors opened when guys
heard Tomas' whistle and shout. I don't know if I was
more frightened of what was to come or more humiliated
about being seen that way.

	When I got back to my room Scott was looking at his
watch and seemed to be pretty unhappy.
" That took you a minute and ten seconds. Pretty damn
slow Id say. Aren't you serious about this Joel?"
he asked  " I can just call your dad now and we can
end this if you like." He told me.

	"No sir I am sorry to be late I am very serious
please don't call my dad." I said to him, clenched
with fear that he might make that call and shaking
with shame from the humiliation I had just endured.

	"Ok then give me the paddle." He said.

	I gave him the paddle and he stood up and told me to
come over and bend myself over the back of the chair
and take hold on to the front legs.  That left me
stretched over the chair with my butt hi in the air, a
ready target for his paddle.  I was filled with dread
about what was to come and I noticed too that he did
not close my door.  Everyone in the hallway was gonna
hear my paddling.  I was absolutely mortified to
realize that.

	"Joel where are my keys?" he asked me.

	I realized that in my haste I had left his key in his
door! SHIT

	" I am sorry sir I forgot them. They are still in
your door." I replied, my voice cracking.

	"Listen Joel I am really doing you a favor here and
you just keep fucking up." He said, anger rising in
his voice.  He laid 5 hard smacks across my butt with
his paddle and said

	"Go back down there and get em. Fast!" in a hard no
bullshit tone.

	I stood up and bolted out the door and down the
hallway intent on getting those keys as fast as I
could. By that time the hallway was half filled with
guys who had heard the whole exchange including the
paddle strokes. I am sure my poor butt was glowing red
but my face must have been a goddamn beacon I was so
humiliated.  All I wanted to do was get those keys and
get back to Scott.

	I am sure that there were looks and comments from all
those guys in the hallway but I didn't hear any of
them. I ran as quick as I could down to Scott's room
and to my horror the keys were NOT in the door. I ran
into his room and looked around on the floor and into
the closet and was damn near in a panic when I heard
Todd ask me

	"Is this what you are looking for kid?"

	He was sitting on a chair in his room across the
hallway dangling the keys in his hand.
I ran across he hall and stopped at his door and I
asked

	"Yes it is could I have them please"

	He said, "Sure you can" and then chucked the keys
over my head thru the doorway.

	They flew into the hallway, bounced off the wall and
fell to the floor.

	Tomas walked up and placed his foot over them and I
was so damn panicked I wanted to push him off them but
instead I said

	"Please let me have those keys" in a voice of total
desperation.

	Before he could respond Jay pushed Tomas of the keys
and said

	"Let the poor guy have them, he is in enough shit!"

	I grabbed the key chain and began to run but I was
not half way back before I met Barry Boswell, who is
also 17 and a big arrogant punk type guy.  He always
seemed to take long showers whenever he could get next
to me in the washroom and I guess he decided to have
some more fun.

	"Hey Joel I see you got a red butt there huh? Why is
that?" he asked me, standing in a block stance so I
could not slip by.

	I sure as hell didn't want to stop or say anything to
him but I knew Steve could hear and I didn't want to
get in more shit than I was in already.

	" Well Barry I been a bad boy and Steve is gonna do
something about it" I answered him which was hard to
get out because my voice kept breaking.   I was almost
beyond humiliation by then, just working mechanically
trying to get back as fast as I could.   But I know my
face still glowed with shame because I saw it in his
doorway mirror as I spoke.

	"Move your ass Boswell, let him by or you're next!"

	This shout was from Steve who was standing in the
hallway outside my door and he definitely meant
business.  Barry moved out of the way fast.

	"Don't sweat it Steve I was just jokin," he said. He
tried to sound very butch but I could hear an edge of
fear in his own voice.

	I finally made it back to my doorway and handed the
key to Scott as I stepped back into my room.
 He closed the door and motioned for me to bend over
the chair and clutch those legs once more.  My
punishment was about to begin.



	End of part one

  Well that is Joel's life in college so far.  I
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