Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2011 16:05:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Gay Man <nakedinla@yahoo.com>
Subject: Taught A Humiliating Lesson, Part 2: A Bad Day Gets Worse And Sweaty

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Taught A Humiliating Lesson
Part 2: A Bad Day Gets Worse And Sweaty
By Thomas Sinclair

In the last hour, Mr. Simm has gone from teaching his class as a professor
in college, battling wits with Taylor, his nemesis student... to
this... naked and erect and humiliated in front of all his former students
and on top of that Taylor is wearing some of the clothes he just had on.

He's in a daze. His only hope is that it's all a dream. But it's not.

Officer Sanchez the slave cop that just arrested and stripped Mr. Simm who
also happens to be a former student, handed Simm over to Taylor for a few
minutes and Taylor is going to take as much advantage as possible.

Simm in a matter of thirty minutes has been completely humiliated which
reaffirms his theory on slavery. The reaction from his students has turned
them from respectful earnest kids into a wolf pack and animals... a mob
mentality of sorts.

Right now Taylor's holding Simm up in front of the class displaying his
teachers erect penis and full frontal nudity.

Simm can't take it anymore and just blurts out without thinking...

"I'm your teacher. What are you doing?"

Lucky for him, Officer Sanchez is on the other side of the room talking to
headquarters on his radio. Otherwise he would have been tasered for the
third time.

A female student MARY, one of his favorite students and one of the girls
totally enjoying seeing him nude speaks up... concerned.

"Mr. Simm, don't talk. He'll hit you again. Just do what your told."

Even though he hates to hear those words, at least they were kind and true.

With Sanchez gone for a minute, Taylor feels it's his job to reign in the
new slave.

He yanks his arm.

"Listen man. You WERE our teacher. You know the law. Fuck, you used to
teach it."

Taylor has an idea. "Get on your knees."

He shoves Simm to the ground.

In between them and the class, on the dirty auditorium floor are the drops
of Simm's precum that oozed out as he was being spanked. Proof that Simm,
on some sort of unconscious level, was enjoying part of this horrible
experience.

"You messed up the floor. I don't think the university would be too pleased
with you spilling your fucking slave jizz all over the place. Clean it up."

Simm kneels there not knowing what he means. He starts to wipe it with his
hands then Taylor slaps him on the side of his head.

"No you fucking idiot. With your tongue."

He laughs along with a bunch of the class and the additional students that
have poured in to witness the humiliating display.

Wow. Simm can't believe that it keeps getting worse. With over 100 students
and some teachers watching from the classroom he unbelievably bends down
naked to lick the drops of precum off the dirty classroom floor.

Many of the people watching love it. Most are conservative by nature. Pro
slavery. Watching a liberal pain in the ass teacher degraded like this is a
great sight.

Simm can feel the air conditioned air on his asshole as he bends over. He
looks at the floor and sees bits of hair and dirt. He was just walking on
it a little while ago as a free man. Now he's about to lick it.

He sees the first spot of cum he's going to lick up. It's the smallest
one. He sticks his tongue out and tries to lick it up without getting much
of the dirt. He's never tasted his own cum before. But it's such a small
sample and with the floor dirt there too, he can't really tell what he
tastes like. He grimaces as he takes it on his tongue.

Taylor "Keep going slave."

There are many more drops. Like every challenge he's had in his life that's
been nerve racking... from his first job as a paper boy, to running a
marathon and teaching his first class... Simm tries to just take this one
step at a time. He ignores the laughter and catcalls, tries to blank out
the fact his whole naked body is gonna be blasted all over the internet and
texted everywhere. He just keeps licking like a good slave.

Taylor "There we go I think we finally found your talent."

A voice yells out from the crowd. "Come on man, give him a break."

It's Jake, Taylor's frat buddy and teammate.

Thomas has a similar build to Taylor... he's good looking, muscular, plays
football. He's black. And even though Thomas is pro slavery when it comes
to prisoners he's always felt a little uncomfortable with it considering
the history of blacks in America. He feels the government has taken too
much power and been assigning people into slavery that scare them or
challenge them.

Jake "We get it. He gets it. He wasn't a bad teacher. Leave him alone."

Taylor and Jake are buds but Taylor is filled with adrenaline right
now. Feeling this power of control. It's very addictive.

Taylor "Hey man, back off. I'm just having fun. I'm not the one that
enslaved this prick. And look he's actually enjoying it."

Jake gets up, grabs his backpack and heads out.

Jake "OK man, I just don't need to see it anymore."

He walks passed Simm on his knees, face down to the floor but hearing
everything. Jake places his hand on Simm's naked back. Then pets his hair
like a dog.

Jake "Sorry man."

He walks off. A few other students actually follow. For a moment Simm feels
a little better. But it doesn't last long.

"OK that was a sweet moment, but I believe you have some licking to do."

Simm takes a deep breath and sticks his tongue out and licks the second
drop. Then the third. Fourth. He gets hair in his mouth and tries to take
it out with his fingers.

There's one left. The biggest cum puddle of them all. Before he gets to
lick it... a wad of spit drops in the middle of it.  Simm looks up and sees
Taylor... his mouth just finished letting go of the spit.

Taylor "Lick it boy. That's what you get for being such an ass to me this
year."

Simm has no option and disgustingly goes towards the mix of Taylor's saliva
and his own cum. He looks at it. He can't do it. Taylor slaps him on the
ass really hard.

Taylor "Come on faggot"

Simm sticks his tongue out and as soon as he touches the spit he wants to
throw up. He doesn't though. Then quickly slurps it all up. He swallows. He
almost pukes but holds it in.

The class cheers.

Meanwhile Tommy the gay student is transfixed... staring at the teacher
he's had a crush on. He's hard as a rock inside his pants.

Tommy is very lanky, 19, trim, cute face, wears glasses, very scholarly. He
looked up to Simm as a role model but also had a huge crush on him and
masturbated at night to imagining Simm naked in class. Of course that
wasn't reality. But now it is.

Just as Simm is getting up...

Tommy quietly... "You missed one"

There a small drip Simm and everyone else missed.

"Nice eyes Tomboy" Taylor says.

Simm looks into Tommy's eyes and can't believe it. Tommy and him had a
great rapport. He's helped him a lot and even tutored him on his own free
time. This just proves to Simm what he has always said about how bad
slavery is. How it turns people against each other. It's not about justice
or even punishment but pure vengeful humiliation.

Simm gets back down on all fours and turns around to lick the last
spot. This gives Tommy a great view of Simm's ass and dangling ball
sack. He just stares. Taylor notices.

"Slave... spread your cheeks. Someone wants a good view."

Simm, depressed, almost in tears... actually grabs his own ass cheeks and
spreads his legs apart to show his class and Tommy his perfectly pink,
almost hairless asshole. He's so humiliated.

Tommy is almost salivating.

Simm can feel the cool air hitting him in the most private and exposed
area. It's beyond surreal.

Finally Officer Sanchez comes back. It feels like it's been an eternity but
in reality it's just been a few minutes. He grabs Simm by the arm lifts him
up so fast he practically lifts him off the ground. Simm's dick flops
around like a limp sausage.

"This has been fun but I gotta go. Thanks dude. You'd make a good Officer
someday."

Taylor loves the idea of humiliating slaves and liberal do gooders like
Simm for a living.

Officer Sanchez grabs Simm's hands, pulls them behind his back and
handcuffs him. Simm's even more exposed. He can't even cover himself. Not
that he's even allowed to, but the instinct is always there.

Then Sanchez takes out a leather collar and attaches it to his neck and
clips a leash to it. This isn't mandatory. Slave police have a some give
and take about how they bring in a prisoner. The collar and leash and
Sanchez's way of adding an extra depth of embarrassment.

Simm went from teacher to leashed animal in a matter of moments.

But now Simm has to march naked through the open hallways and fields of the
school. Many many more and going to witness this and there's no way to stop
it.

Sanchez takes Simm up the aisle walking passed all of his students. The
Officer makes sure to go slow so they can all get a good look.

Hands start to reach out of the crowd and caress Simm's body. His skin is
so smooth and tight. One feels his flat stomach. One grabs his nipple and
squeezes slightly. Another touches his smooth bubble butt. One hand gently
touches his bush and then another grabs his cock and strokes back and forth
playing with his foreskin.

Even though this is a terrible situation, the naked caresses of his
students feels nice. They don't touch him with anger but the touches are
gentle.

Again this gets Simm hard.

He's taken out the top door and into the hallway.

Now it's an all new world of senses and humiliation for him.

As soon as he hits the hallway it's much much brighter. The walls are glass
and the brightness from the outside shines in. He squints his eyes. But as
his eyes adjust and as he continues to walk he starts to see familiar
faces. But this time they are looking at him totally naked, erect and they
naturally have a look of surprise and pleasure.

His hard dick is swinging back and forth as he's forced to march down the
hallway with a slave officer leading him like a dog. He doesn't even have
the dignity or ability of covering up his nudity with his hands.

He sees both Male and female teachers... his colleagues... former
colleagues.

He drops his head and keeps it down as much as possible as though it's
going to help... but it won't. It at least prevents him from seeing the
shocked faces of his humiliation.

As he looks down, he sees his hard dick swinging and his bare feet walking
on the smooth shiny floor. He still can't believe it. It feels so cold to
him. He never thought he'd be walking naked and barefoot down these
halls. It feels cold and smooth on his feet but It strangely feels good
considering it's a warm hallway and a warm day.

Suddenly he sees men's shoes and they stop walking. He looks up. It's
Professor Morris. He's handsome, 32 white, and masculine and strong. Bigger
than Simm. 6'2 and 180 pounds. Looks like a jock but has on glasses and a
sports coat. His great body is hidden by the professor clothes that luckily
he gets to wear. Unlike Simm.

Morris and Simm have known each other for years. They arrived at the school
at the same time. They stand at opposite ends of most subjects including
slavery. But Morris looks to Simm as a friend. They do respect each other.

"What the hell?... John?" Morris is shocked.

Simm looks into Morris' eyes. They share a look. They both know what the
other is thinking. Just a few days ago they were having their weekly lunch
together and were debating the subject of slavery. As usual Simm got very
emotional on the subject.

Days ago back at the school lunch room: Simm "I'm telling you I will not
keep quiet. It's wrong. Every fiber in me tells me that."

Morris "I'm warning you man. Some of the other professors are getting
uncomfortable. One day those slave cops are gonna come for you if you go
too far."

Back to the present as Simm stands there naked and Morris looks into his
eyes... they both remember that talk. Those words. Morris had no idea he'd
be right.

The two were friends but also rivals and liked upping each other. Morris
and Simm played basketball against each other all the time. The rivalry was
strong. Each liked to win. And Morris has seen Simm naked plenty of times
in the shower. But never like this.

This is one big win for Morris. He suddenly smiles an ironic smile and
shakes his head.

Morris "I tried warning you buddy. I know you can't talk but I wish you
could tell me what it feels like. It's funny you're always going on and on
about the humiliation and here you are."

Morris looks down and sees Simm's semi erect dick (it's starting to go
down) and sees the precum on the head.

He actually reaches down and picks up Simm's dick. Simm can't believe his
friend, in public, is picking up his dick like he's some sort of
specimen. Morris wipes the precum from the head of Simm's dick and gets it
on his finger... looks at it a moment then wipes it on Simm's chest.

"Remember when I said they enjoy it? Will you finally admit I'm right?"

Morris takes out a wetnap from his pocket and cleans his fingers as he
turns to Officer Sanchez "What are the charges?"

Officer Sanchez "Treason sir."

"Wow... John... I wish there was something I could do. Will you let him
speak?"

Officer Sanchez "I've heard him speak enough. No."

Morris to Simm "Does Sarah know?"

Simm shakes his head slightly, just enough to get his point across that she
doesn't know but not too much to get Sanchez angry.

"I'll tell her. Don't worry."

Suddenly John takes out his cell phone, backs up and takes a pic of Simm.

"John, I never noticed you were in such good shape. Must be all that
running you do. I'm gonna miss our little battles."

Morris has an idea. He turns to Officer Sanchez. "I remember you."

Sanchez "Yes sir. I was in your class a few times. You were a good
teacher."

Morris "Can I ask you a small favor?"

A few minutes later Simm's journey continues but this time he's in the
gymnasium which on the other side of the building.

Simm finds himself naked and handcuffed to the basketball net pole. He's
alone. He tries to free himself from the cuffs. Even though he knows an
escaped slave is never free and hunted down. He is aware that once they
escape into Canada they can get asylum since Canada like the rest of the
world, except for some middle eastern dictatorships, have not accepted
slavery into their legal system.

He tries to free himself but as he does, his long dick keeps touching and
rubbing against the pole's rubber surface. After everything that's happened
he's not only been humiliated beyond anything he thought imaginable but
he's also very aroused. His dick starts to grow again.

He is dying to jerk off and relieve himself of this feeling.

He knows he's alone. After realizing there's no way to break free... he
starts rubbing his dick on the pole. He straddles it trying to get relief.

He's just like a dog rubbing his dick on his masters leg.

The more he does it the more he needs to cum. He doesn't care if it gets on
the floor, he doesn't care if he has to lick it up.

Everything that's happened to him is a faint memory... at this moment it's
all about his trying to cum.

Morris and Sanchez walk out to the gym ad see Simm rubbing his cock against
the pole. It's embarrassing.

Sanchez "Stop it slave."

Morris "John...  what the hell has happened to you?"

Simm stops. He's absolutely humiliated. He stops. But he's still hard and
he's gotten precum all over the pole. He tries to relax and get his
erection down.

Morris, dressed in gym clothes and bouncing a basketball is walking with
Sanchez side by side. Both are laughing. They look like buddies.

Sanchez approaches Simm and uncuffs him.

Sanchez "OK slave, you don't get the pleasure of cumming so if I see that
again you are getting punished. Now thanks to your good friend here you're
gonna get to play one game. You better enjoy it."

Sanchez moves over to the sidelines and gets on his phone and starts
cruising the internet and texting.

Morris looks down as Simm's hard and cum covered dick.

"You've changed my friend. And so fast too. Come on. One last game."

Finally Simm feels like he can talk. He speaks quietly because he's not
totally sure.

"I can't."

Morris "Jesus, it's been just an hour and you're already a slut horny
cowering slave? I thought you were better than that. Fine if you want to go
back in cuffs."

Morris is trying to give his old friend one last shot at fun before he's
taken away.

Simm "OK OK."

Simm wipes the cum off his dick and wipes it on his ass. He wants to jerk
off but knows he can't.

They start playing. Morris in his shorts, tee and sneakers and Simm totally
nude.

Simm plays Morris slow at first. He's so not into it. But the more they
play the more Morris tries to egg him on.

"Come on loser. You can't beat me. All those times we played... I kept
track. I won 66 percent of the time."

It's one on one. And Simm is not used to playing barefoot and with his dick
flopping around. He usually wears a jock strap to keep his impressive
package in place. Aside from his swinging dick he's also got a nice pair of
low hangers.

Every time he moves drastically on the court they swing and bang.

Morris is winning. He's up 20 to 6. They usually play to fifty.

Some students coming into the gym just to play and workout are surprised to
find a naked guy playing basketball. It's college so they first think it's
just some dare or frat thing.

Naked slaves are not usually permitted on campuses unless owned by a frat
or sorority but even in those cases they are limited for the most part to
staying inside the houses. That's why a naked prisoner being paraded in
this way is such a stand out experience because having naked slaves in
public is not an excessive act.

If people got used to naked slaves all the time then the impact would be
far less. It's the fear of being paraded like this that keeps people in
line. At least according to the government.

When you see a naked slave in public it usually means they are being
punished or humiliated for a reason. Though very little reason is needed to
upset an owner.

The students walking in see that it's Mr. Simm and there's a slave cop
watching. It all makes sense. Some stop to watch while others laugh, snap
some pics and get on with their daily routine.

The game goes on. And it gets close. As they play, Simm gets more focused
and more comfortable playing nude and he's now got one goal in
mind... beating Morris. For him this is his freedom.

The more Simm plays the more normal he feels. He's forgotten his nudity. He
just has to win.

Simm jumps in the air for a three pointer. His dick and balls fly up in the
air and against him stomach. He lands and his ass jiggles. It's a beautiful
sight. And then the basket goes in and he takes the lead.

Morris can't believe it. He never wants to lose to Simm but especially now
that he's a lowly soon to be slave.

Morris plays tighter but Simm is hot and on fire. He scores basket after
basket.

A few minutes later both men are sweaty. Simm's sweat is dripping off his
balls on onto the floor.

At one point Simm slips on his own ball sweat and Morris scores. This turns
the tables and Morris plays better.

After almost an hour of this... with some students coming in to watch the
display like it's a game... some cheering Morris and some cheering
Simm... the game is tied. 48 to 48.

For the last play, Morris has the ball. Simm plays defense and both are
grinding and bouncing into each other. Simm's sweaty cock rubs against
Morris so much that he gets hard again.

Now Simm's hard dick is smacking Morris in the stomach. Morris notices,
Simm uses the distraction to his advantage, steals the ball, runs to the
net, jumps... his full stretched out naked body on display for everyone
watching... and his dick pointing straight out... and he scores two points
and wins.

Some of the students cheer. For a brief moment Simm is happy and has
completely forgotten that he's under arrest. He feels like a free man.

He stands there and proudly looks at the basket, impressed that he
scored. His cock is pulsating up and down to his increased heart rate.

All sweaty, naked and exhausted, he bends over catching his breath. Morris
is upset but can live with the loss. He at least knows he's going home
tonight.

He pats Simm on his sweaty butt. He even gives it an extra squeeze.

"Good game. Let's shower."

Suddenly Simm remembers and feels naked again. He tries to lower his hard
pulsating dick. It starts to go down.

But Simm knows slaves can't shower with free men and there are no slave
facilities on the campus.

Sanchez yells out. "No showering. You know the restrictions."

Morris thinks about it... "What if he were my bather's assistant?"

Sanchez smiles. He likes the idea. It'll be more humiliating for Simm.

Sanchez "Sure. Let's go."

Simm quietly "What are you doing?"

Morris "Come on buddy, you're gonna have to get used to it. And you're
covered in sweat and your own cum. You really want to head out like
that. At least when people see you like this, you should be clean and
proud."

Morris heads inside. Sanchez leads Simm into the locker room.

Sanchez tells Simm. "No talking. And I'll be watching."

He takes out his taser stick and slaps him hard on the ass. It's not turned
on but Simm doesn't know that and freaks him out. Simm moves fast into the
locker room.

Once inside... Morris and Simm walk towards the lockers. At this point Simm
who is normally a very calm person and patient and relaxed is instead
completely paranoid, suspicious and looking around scared of getting
slapped, groped or laughed at.

There are other young naked students here. Some are showering. Some are
peeing in the stalls. Some are just hanging out. It's a naked free zone for
men and no one is noticing him being nude. He relaxes a little. Simm feels
less and less bizarre since he's around other naked men.

Morris undresses.

"John. I wish you had listened to me. You're so stubborn. You had to know
you were pissing people off. All it takes is one guy with the right
connections."

As Morris undresses he places his sweaty shorts and shirt on the bench.

"Fold those."

Simm isn't sure what to do.

In a more demanding voice "I said fold those."

Simm instinctively obeys. He takes Morris' sweaty clothes and folds them
and places them on the bench. Morris loves that he can order his friend
around.

Morris and Simm are now both completely naked. Morris has a great
body. He's moderately hairy. He has a light amount on his chest and more on
his legs and arms. He's Italian and German. His skin tone is darker than
Simm who looks very pale next to him.

Morris "Good boy."

He pats Simm on the head like a pet. Simm is annoyed but can't show it.

"Come on boy."

Morris leads the way and Simm follows.

A cute naked jock student walks by them and sees Mr. Simm. He has no idea
what happened."

"Hey Mr. Simm. How's it going?"

The student walks off. This innocent remark reminds Simm of what he's
losing. Just simple kindness and respect.

He follows Morris into the shower. Sanchez is always nearby.

Morris hands Simm the soap and luffa. Simm doesn't do anything amazed at
the idea he has to bathe his friend and colleague.

"Come on boy. I got you in here. You know what to do."

The water is turned on. It's hot and soothing. A few other guys are in the
showers as well. No one notices anything different until Mr. Simm gets on
his knees and starts washing Morris.

He soaps up the luffa and starts at Morris' legs.

"No. Start with my feet and go up."

Simm reaches down, picks up his friend foot and washes it.

"Be sure to get between the toes,"

Simm goes in between the toes as ordered to. Then Simm work's on Morris'
calves and legs.

Morris is in really good shape and Simm realizes this first hand as he's
rubbing his muscles. Morris doesn't have the toned runners bod that Simm
has but more of a manly body. Bigger. Stronger. Simm caresses his muscular
legs and thighs with the luffa and even starts using his bare hands as
well.

Some of the other showering students notice and star to laugh including the
nice one that said hi to him a few minutes ago.

"Mr. Simm what the hell are you doing?"

Simm ignores them. He doesn't even want to see other people's faces. He
keeps going. He gets to Morris' ass and quickly moves up his back. Morris
stops him.

"Come on buddy, get back down there and get in between."

Simm goes back to Morris' impressive butt. He rubs the cheeks then goes in
between. He's so humiliated washing his friends asshole in front of other
showering students.

Sanchez watching from the entrance... "Get in there good."

Simm reaches in and with his bare hand touches Morris' asshole. He soaps it
up nice with his finger.

Morris is enjoying it. "Oh yeah. That feels good buddy."

Morris turns around and Simm starts to work on his chest. Simm can't help
but notice that Morris is now sporting a decently sized semi erection. I
mean who can blame him. Not only is he being washed, caressed and fingered
by his old pal but he's extolling power over another person. All things are
very erotic.

Simm gets to Morris' pubes and dick.

Simm is now staring at his friend soapy dick. As he rubs it with the luffa
it begins to rise even more.

"You're good at that man. Balls too."

Simm obeys. Especially since he sees Sanchez watching and smiling. He
actually uses his bare hand and starts massaging his balls and gently
cleaning his ball sack.

A few hours ago he was teaching his students. And now this.

"Listen John, about Sarah... There's something I have to tell you."

Simm doesn't like where this is going.

"Her and I... have a thing for each other."

Simm stops. He's got Morris' balls in his hand.

Sanchez from outside the stall. "Don't stop boy."

He continues to work on Morris' pubes, dick and balls. Getting them soapy
and clean. Morris' dick is so hard now it's almost touching Simm's mouth.

Morris "It was last year. You were away at the conference. I'm telling you
this as a friend. We knew nothing could come of it. But now, with you gone,
I'm just letting you know now I'm gonna see what my options are. She's
great and gorgeous and smart. I see why you like her."

The irony doesn't go unnoticed on Simm that the man who's dick he is
washing is getting aroused while talking about his girlfriend."

"You're really good at that but slow down... I might cum on your face." He
laughs. So do some of the other naked showering students.

"I mean this sincerely buddy. I'm sorry this is happening but you're gonna
make someone a very good slave. I know it doesn't sound like much right now
but in the limited world you'll be living in... I think you'll eventually
appreciate being the best slave possible."

Simm miserably finishes washing Morris.

"You're not as much fun without yelling back at me." Morris laughs.

Just then Jake, his former student, black, muscular, walks into the showers
naked. He sees Simm on his knees washing Morris. He's not happy. He knows
he can't so anything about it but he approaches them both.

"Mr. Simm, are you OK?"

Simm look up and is now face to face with two cocks. Jake's is
enormous... flaccid it's at least 7 inches. It's thick too. Big black and
he's trimmed.

Simm doesn't dare say anything. Morris jumps in.

"He's fine. He knew the risks."

Jake "he should be free to say whatever he thinks."

Morris "not if the government thinks it endangers society as a whole. I'm
not saying I agree with every element of the slavery laws but that's their
argument and it's been upheld."

Jake "I don't like it."

As they discuss him, Simm kneels there on the shower floor looking up at
them both with their dicks right in his face.

Morris turns off the shower and heads back to the lockers.

Simm is still covered in soap. He wants to wash it off but Sanchez stops
him.

"Follow him boy. Go on."

Jake watches Simm quickly follow Morris like a scared little man. And he's
still got soap in his hair and on his body.

Back at the lockers Morris hands Simm a towel. Simm starts to dry himself
off then...

Morris "Not you... dry me off."

Simm feels stupid. It doesn't matter that he's smart and educated and even
published... at this moment he feels like an idiot for thinking he was
allowed to dry himself before drying Morris. He wonders what will happen to
him. His mind is no longer needed. His intelligence is a hindrance. Who
cares that he can recite the Articles of Confederation by memory...  his
life will depend on if he can clean a floor properly or wash his owners
backside.

Simm dries Morris off as best he can. He dries his whole body but it's most
humiliating drying his friends penis and balls. Especially when a student
walks by and notices.

Student "Holy shit."

Morris strokes Simm's wet hair with his hand.

"You did a good job for your first time.  Maybe I'll buy you when you're
available."

Simm doesn't know if he's kidding or not. What if he's serious? What if he
goes out with Sarah? What if they get married? He might become his
girlfriends naked slave. Oh my God. All the crazy unknown possibilities
that are ahead are driving him crazy.

Morris drops the towel to the ground and steps on it as he dresses. Simm
looks around the locker room and notices other guys and boys
dressing. Everyone but him.

Again it strikes him that the simple pleasure of getting dressed after a
shower is gone.

Simm is still wet and as soon as Morris steps off of his dirty towel, Simm
uses it to dry himself off.

Morris "I have a class in a few minutes. Good luck buddy. Sarah and I will
try to make it to the trial."

Simm thinks to himself... Sarah and I?

Morris grabs his stuff to leave. He pats Sanchez on the shoulder.

"Don't be TOO rough on him." They both laugh.

Morris rushes out. Sanchez clips on the leash and handcuffs Simm.

"Let's go. Fun time's over"

Simm is led again. As they head for the door. Simm knows he's about to
leave the relative comfortable confines of the locker room... a place a
naked man can feel normal... and into the hallway and back to god knows
what."

Outside the gym doors is a long hallway that leads to the outside. No one
is around at the moment to see Simm but that will change as Sanchez leads
Simm down the hallway and outside.

It's mid afternoon. The sun is really bright. When Simm is led out the door
and outside it's a mind numbing experience.

Simm has never been nude outdoors before. The closest he's come is changing
out of his shorts at the beach. But to be naked, outside in the daytime on
his campus has his mind spinning. He's almost dizzy. All the new senses
he's never felt before mixed with the humiliation and lack of control.

Sanchez puts on his sunglasses. No such pleasure for Simm of course.

Led by the leash, Simm walks down the steps and onto the walkway. The rocks
and gravel hurt his feet. Students watch the spectacle that he is. Again
the laughter and pics and applause.

Simm tries not to fall over. Between his light-headedness and Sanchez
yanking on the chain it's not easy.

The warm air all over his damp body feels good but incredibility
strange. He feels even more exposed now that he did when he was stark naked
in class.

With all the emotions and sensations going on...  one thing for sure is his
cock likes the feel of the warm daytime air and sunlight on it. It grows
again...  not fully erect but has grown enough where it is protruding out
from his body and not just hanging there over his balls. As Mr. Simm passes
by students... both male and female....  he's very impressive.

Simm's pace slows down just taking this whole experience in. He notices
birds flying in the sky. He can't help but feel sad comparing himself to
the naked animals free in the wild compared to him...  cuffed and displayed
naked and not free.

"Come on boy." Sanchez yanks on the leash and he falls to the ground.

Some of the students nearby laugh. Simm gets up with some of the dirt
sticking to his body.

"This way boy."

Sanchez leads Simm to the faculty parking lot.

It's there that Simm sees his car... a cool sports car. It's a few years
old but he loves it. A convertible. It's being towed by the slave police.

He remembers inside is a birthday gift for his nephew. He's got three
nephews. 15, 10 and 7. The next time they see him, if ever again, he's
gonna be a naked slave. Will they be at the trial? Everyone is gonna be
there. Not just his family but friends and colleagues.

He's also aware that when the government turns a free man into a slave
based on political reasonings...  they usually turn it into a media circus
and use them as an example. There's a good chance he's going to be naked
and displayed all over the TV and news.

As they walk towards Sanchez's police car Simm sees Taylor waiting next to
it with an evil grim plastered on his face.

Simm's thinking this can only be bad.

To be humiliatingly continued...


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