Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 19:50:15 +0000
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Subject: Dorm Servant to the ROTC Chapter 2

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DORM SERVANT TO THE ROTC – Chapter 2
By Cody Jordan

"Real nice job on my uniform and especially on my boots, Billy!" Rick said
the next morning. "Damn, these look great!"

"Thanks, dad," he replied, smiling broadly. "Karl showed me how to strip
them down and rebuild the shine, sir."

That night, Rick screwed Sally while Billy licked his balls, culminating
with Rick finishing off in Billy's mouth and licking the cum from her
snatch.

"They tell me you've been doing a good job for them, Billy," Rick said the
next day. "They say you seem to like what you do for them."

"Yes sir, I do," he replied. "I was a little worried about them at first,
but I'm not any more. If there's any advice you can give me, I sure would
appreciate it, dad. I want them to be satisfied with me, sir. You too,
dad."

"Near as I can tell, you're doing everything right, Billy," he said. "Right
from the start, I told them not to put you down for wanting to please
them."

"They've been treating me great, dad," Billy said. "Whatever you told them
is working out just right."

"All I'd say is that you shouldn't forget your place, little fella," Rick
said. "Don't argue with them and always remember that it's up to them what
they have you do. That one's always got to be their idea and never yours,
Billy."

"I'll remember that, dad," he replied. "It's hard to explain, but all I
really want is for them to be happy with me and not make fun of me for it,
dad."

"That's good," Rick said. "The one guy who sucked them off in high school
got out of place, and so did the guy whose letters you've read. If you
always remember who's in charge, you'll be fine. Okay?"

"Sure thing, dad!" Billy said. "You probably didn't have to tell me that,
but I asked, sir. And I'll remember."

"By the way, all of us liked your idea about what to tell guys if they
notice what you're doing for us," Rick said. "Same goes for getting the
uniforms tailored. Until I'm in ROTC, I can wear any uniform I want, so
Bart's getting me a set of those khakis of his, and you'll have another
uniform to take care of."

"It'll be a lot of uniforms, sir, so you'll need to take them to the lady's
shop in stages," Billy replied. "I think she'll be insulted if you don't
let her clean and starch them, but it'll be the only time I don't do it,
sir."

"As far as the waiter idea goes, we're going to put that one on hold while
we think about it some more," Rick said. "It sounds okay, but we'll have to
figure out how other guys will react to it, so that will get taken slow."

"I can see that, dad," Billy replied. "I can wait, sir."

"One other thing," Rick said. "It's probably another thing I don't have to
tell you, but now that we're talking, I will. Just because we like what
you're doing, don't start slacking off. If you do a job for us, you do your
best."

"Yes sir!" he replied. "I'll remember that too, sir."

* * * *

On Saturday night, after Billy had done the first laundry duty for all four
of them, Rick praised his work and asked him if it was too much.

"No sir, not at all," he answered. "It really wasn't hard at all, dad. I'm
glad to do it, honest."

"Does it bug you to do it all?" Rick asked. "We don't pay you or even thank
you."

"You guys are in charge, and I like it that way, dad," he replied. "If I
screw up, I want to be told about it, sir, but the best way to keep me
doing a good job is to let me know when I've satisfied you guys."

Rick reached over and ruffled his hair.

"I'll make sure they know about that, little guy," he said. "See, Billy,
you're kind of a rare bird. The guy they messed with didn't really ever
have it in him like you do. Neither did the guy whose letters you read."

"The bullies in high school didn't understand, but I think you guys do,"
Billy replied. "I don't know why I'm this way, but it's the way I am,
dad. It really makes me happy. I never really thought about it before, but
I think I like having my place if you guys will let me. There's a bunch
more stuff I want to do, sir."

Rick chuckled at the words.

"Well you'll have your place, Billy," he said. "Just don't let it get in
the way of school, okay?

"I won't, dad," he replied. "I promise. "

* * * *

Every day, Billy did something for one or more of the three ROTC guys, and
for his college dad. Laundry, boots, the motorcycles. He came up with more
chores on his own, too. He mopped and waxed the linoleum floors in their
rooms, and reconditioned their jackets and riding chaps with leather
treatment, his reward being their praise for doing a good job of it.

On the Wednesday after he started doing everyone's laundry, he met Bart
after a motorcycle ride, Billy in his coveralls and Bart in his motorcycle
gear – shiny, skin tight pants tucked into high boots, black leather
jacket, and tight leather gloves. Billy picked the stones from the boots
and buffed them, and buffed the shine on the cycle, and cleaned the glass
on the fairing.

They went upstairs, and Bart had him take off everything but his
T-shirt. Billy removed the cage and tube, and shaved the stubble that had
grown above and beneath the ring, and a hair or two from his balls. Before
he put the replacement cage on, Bart measured his soft dick again.

"Three inches, same as before," Bart said, his voice gentle. "Okay, you can
put the new one on, then."

After he locked him back up, Bart brought out a plastic kit with a bulb and
a tip, a triangular piece of chrome with a steel flange and disc on the
bottom, and a tube of K-Y jelly. "This stuff comes from Jack," he said. "He
couldn't be here, so I'm giving it to you. He wants you to get used to
cleaning yourself out with warm water, and then putting this plug
inside. After you get used to it, you'll be wearing it sometimes."

Billy looked up, his expression asking why.

"I can tell you're a little bit worried about it," Bart said.

"Well, it's new, sir," he replied.

"The enema part is really just to keep that plug clean," Bart said. "The
plug is to remind you of your place. Once you get used to it, you'll wear
it every other day and it'll keep your mind right. We think you're going to
be happy with this."

"How will I keep it in, sir?" he asked.

"There'll be a way to do that," Bart replied. "I'd like it if you can work
on it between now and Saturday, because we talked about your waiter idea
and were thinking you could try it out just with us when we get together
for cards. You could wear it then, and see how it works."

Billy smiled broadly.

"Thanks sir!" he said. "Could I wear my waiter's clothes? I brought them
with me from home."

"Only in here," Bart replied. "First you get the food and bring it up, then
change in here. We don't want this getting around. Now why don't you get me
a tallboy and a Coke for yourself, and you can work on my boots."

He was getting ready to shine the boots, and Bart stopped him. He lit a
joint and took a couple of hits, and gave it to Billy. When he'd taken the
smoke, Bart smiled and pointed at his boots.

"Why don't you lick 'em off first, little fella," he said, leaning over the
spitting on one of them. "Get 'em good and slick for me, Billy."

As he licked the boot that Bart had spit on, and his saliva blended with
the Man's, he realized that he was being drawn deeper and deeper. The
chores, the boots, the dick service fit together, secured tightly with
their smooth and friendly voices, their touches, and their smiles. The
place he'd always felt relative to bigger and stronger guys came alive like
lightning, connecting deep within.

"Oh yeah, Billy," Bart said, his voice smooth as the shine on the
motorcycle pants he was wearing. "Little guy's comin' along real good."

Bart spit on the other boot, and Billy went to work. He had asked for all
of this, he thought to himself. He could have walked away, but he hadn't
done that, and had asked for more from Bart and the other two ROTC students
who now had him in thrall. It could have been a plan on their part, he
thought, but he was a willing participant, and all he wanted was even
more. The worst thing that could happen now would be that they'd cut him
off.

"Let 'em dry off before you shine 'em up," Bart said when Billy was
finished. "Scoot your chair up close for now."

Bart took a swig of his beer, then put two of his fingers above Billy face
and spit on them, and let another load of his spit fall on his
lips. Smiling downward he rubbed the spit around Billy's face, and put his
spit-covered gloves into Billy's mouth.

"Suck on that, little fella," he said, gently, as Billy swirled his tongue
around tightly. "There ya go, Billy."

He leaned back and told Billy to warm him up, and in no time at all a big,
stiff rod pushed against the slick fabric of his uniform pants.

"Undo my fly and do your thing, little fella," he said. "Look me in the eye
while you're doing it."

Billy complied, and looked up into Bart's smile, tasting the precum and
sucking the head tightly while the Man above him ran his spit-covered
gloves through his hair.

"Here it comes, Billy," he said. "Save a mouthful at the end, buddy boy,
then spit it out into my hand."

They each have their specialty, Billy thought. His dad wanted his balls
licked and to finish off in his mouth. Jack wanted his ass. Bart was in
charge of his cage and liked to rub spit and cum all over him. When Bart
came, and Billy deposited the final squirts from his mouth into the gloved
hand, he rubbed it through his hair and had him lick off what remained.

"There ya go, little guy," he said, rubbing the spit-cum mixture through
his hair and then wiping his gloves on Billy's T-shirt. "This Man likes to
mark his territory."

"Thank you, sir!" Billy said, wondering what Karl's angle would be.

* * * *

Bart had Billy get dressed and sent him to the cafeteria for sandwiches,
and when he returned he had Billy take everything but his T-shirt off and
they sat and ate together. Rick was the last to arrive. The ROTC students
were wearing their newly tailored Army khakis, while Rick was in a
camouflage-pattern Marine Corps uniform. The pants Billy had crisply
starched were tucked into combat boots that Billy had turned into a pair of
leather mirrors.

"Whoa!" Karl exclaimed, mockingly shielding his eyes. "Shiny boots! How'd
Billy do it?"

"I came back to the room last night and he said figured out how to put a
6-inch shine on the boots and would I like him to try," Rick said. "An hour
later, this is what he did."

"Damn, little robber, between the tailor and this, you got us looking
better," Jack said, reaching to accept a tallboy that he'd told Billy to
fetch.

"Sir, if you guys like my dad's boots, I can put the same shine on all of
yours tonight," Billy said. "We'll have to set up a little assembly line
because it takes two coats, but if you guys can play three at a time, I can
get them all done tonight. Next week I can start in on your other boots if
you want."

"Sounds good to me," Karl said, heading for the chair. "I'll be first!
Billy, get me a tallboy while you're at it."

He worked quickly, taking about 10 minutes to lay on the first coat of
polish. The ROTC guys rotated in the chair, and after a couple hours,
interrupted by breaks to them serve beers and chips, Billy had put gleaming
six-inch shines on all the boots.

"I propose a toast to our waiter," Bart said. "This little guy has been
doing a damn good job, wouldn't you guys say?"

As the Men complimented him, he realized that the combination of their
gentle praise and their acceptance of his nature amounted to a powerfully
addictive drug, and the confidentiality of their arrangements made him feel
free to be himself with them.

"Sometime between the next uniform day and the one after that, it'll be
time for Billy boy to get his first squirt since he's been caged up," Bart
said. "I think the little guy is earning it."

Billy smiled broadly.

"Thanks, guys," he said. "The tailoring on the uniforms looks like it
worked great, and I'll get the rest of your boots up to that shine over the
next couple of weeks."

"You're going to have more of that," Bart said. "Rick's decided to sign up
for ROTC at the end of the year, and his father's giving him a cafe racer
just like mine."

"What?!" Rick replied. "No one told me!"

"It's a surprise," Bart said. "And me and the other guys are chipping in to
get you a pair of motorcycle pants like mine, a pair of high boots, and
another pair of combat boots. Your father's also getting you a motorcycle
jacket. Billy's gonna have a whole new set of boots and clothes to take
care of. Think you can handle it, Billy?"

"You bet, sir!" he said. "Congratulations, dad!"

The game ended early, without any marijuana being smoked at the card
table. Rick, Jack, and Bart were heading out to the Key that night. Billy
figured he wouldn't be sucking their dicks tonight, but he knew Karl would
stay back and wondered what he had in mind.

* * * *

Alone in the room together, Karl had Billy fetch him a tallboy, and he sat
tall in the shoe shine chair. He opened the beer, drew out a joint, and had
Billy scoot his chair up between his legs.

"You did a good job on the boots and with waiting on us, Billy," he said,
passing the joint so they could both take hits. "We like how you take care
of our uniforms, and the 6-inch shine on the boots is outstanding."

"Thank you, sir!" Billy replied. "I like doing whatever you guys want, sir,
and that no one puts me down for the way I am, sir."

Karl told Bill to warm him up, and Billy followed the order, Soon Karl's
stiff, thick dick stretched out sideways and formed a lump in the starched
tan uniform trousers that he was wearing. He stood up and had Billy unzip
his fly, and put this dick in his mouth. Karl softly fucked his throat, and
then stopped and told Billy to hold his mouth still. His dick softened, and
when Billy realized that Karl was pissing, he gagged and retched.

"Whoa there," Karl said. "Don't worry, we drink our own piss in survival
training. Just hold your breath and swallow."

Karl had him clean off the floor with a rag from a drawer in the shoe-shine
chair, allowing Billy to collect his thoughts. Suddenly it occurred to him
that his college dad had passed another letter from his high school old
buddy who'd joined the Marine Corps. He had read the letter in a hurry, and
hadn't paid attention to the detail, but now he remembered clearly that the
Marine had discussed it.

The Marine had written that there's nothing like having a straight guy's
soft dick in your mouth to make you feel queer, and nothing more
humiliating than having that dick piss in your throat.

Even though one was a lance corporal and the other was a sergeant, he had
to call them "sir," and do whatever they told him to and then thank them
for it. The worst and best part, he wrote, was that the new roommates were
nice to him. The first Marine was rough, but these two were the
opposite. Living with them eliminated any separation and put him under
their control, but their manner made it impossible for him to complain.

It was a long letter, and Billy had skimmed most of it. He only vaguely
remembered Rick asking him what he thought about it, but now he figured his
college dad had passed it on. As he swallowed Karl's piss, he wondered what
else he hadn't noticed.

* * * *

Billy had met Bart when he was finished riding. He touched up his
motorcycle and his boots, and Bart told him to come to his room to change
the cage. By now, they knew the drill: Billy would take off everything but
his T-shirt; Bart would unlock the cage; Billy would remove the tube and
cage, and use Bart's electric shaver on himself. Then Billy would lubricate
the replacement tube and put it inside his dick and slide the cage on so
Bart could lock the apparatus.

"Okay, Billy, we're gonna get ya stiff and measure ya, but first there's
this," Bart said, producing a thick rubber band, doubling it over,
stretching it out, and slipping it onto the base of Billy's dick and
balls. "Now when you get hard, I don't want you touching it, you hear?"

"No sir, I won't touch it," he replied, as Bart reached over on the desk
and strapped a piece of metal onto his gloved hand. Billy recognized it as
a scalp massager of the kind that his barbers used at the end of
haircuts. Bart turned it on massaged behind Billy's balls, and he was hard
in seconds.

"Three and seven-eighth inches," Bart said with a smile. "Those balls of
yours aren't very big, but at least they work. Now take that rubber band
off, look me in the eye and think about getting soft. Lower down,
Billy. Lower down."

He waited for 15 or 20 seconds, and Billy was still hard.

"Lower down, Billy," he said, reaching out and pinching his dickhead
hard. In an instant, Billy was soft.

"There you go, little guy," Bart said. "Now you're going to come on up
again."

Bart repeated the process a couple of times. Not only was Billy unable to
get soft, but he became increasingly agitated, and suddenly grabbed his own
dick.

"No!" Bart said, his voice suddenly a low growl. This time, he not only
pinched Billy's dickhead but curled his hand and punched his balls, causing
him to cry out. "Lower down, Billy. I told you not to touch yourself!"

"I'm sorry, sir!" he replied, frantically, his dick soft again. "I couldn't
help it, sir!"

"That's an explanation but it's not an excuse, Billy," Bart said. "You did
something I told you not to do. My own fault for thinking you could control
yourself, but you disobeyed me and we're going to have to do something
about that right now."

The Man's frown and tone cut deeply, but Billy knew he was right.

"Sir, I'm sor ..." he stammered, but Bart cut him off.

"Shut up and let me think," he said, harshly. "Now put that cage of yours
back on and I'll lock you up."

Billy worked in silence, sniffling softly while his hands shook. With
difficulty, he lubricated the tube and reinserted it into his penis, and
fastened the outer cage to the large ring that circled the base of his
balls and dick. Bart clicked the ring into place and locked the apparatus.

"Your job is to do your best with the chores, to follow orders, and to know
your place," Bart said. "Our job is to accept you for what you are, and to
train you about your place and keep you there. What you did just now wasn't
the worst thing you could have done, but it's serious and I can't let it
slide."

Bart led him to the end of one of the bed-couches where the wall and a
closet enclosure formed a nook. He withdrew a pair of handcuffs from a case
on his belt and fastened them around Billy's wrists.

"Okay, you face into the corner," Bart said, his voice beginning to
soften. "I don't blame you for not being able to get that little squirt gun
soft right away, but it was your doing to touch it. So I want you to stand
here and think about what it means for the four of us to be giving orders,
and what it means for you to obey them."

"I'm sorry, sir," he replied softly.

"That's fine, so now you just stand here for 45 minutes and think about
it," Bart said in a hard voice, before turning away and leaving Billy
standing in the corner. Bart picked up a book and began to study, while
Billy stood, thinking. It was the first time any of them had reprimanded
him, and the withdrawal of approval was devastating.

Now they were embedded deeply in his mind, and he worried that everything
would become unraveled. His journey into submission had been ecstatic, and
he didn't want to lose it. He would make sure to never disobey another
order, no matter how difficult it was to comply.

"Okay, little fella," Bart said after the time had passed, his voice tender
and his hand gently on Billy's shoulder. "Learned your lesson in the
corner, little guy?"

"Yes sir," he replied, his muscles sore. "I'm really sorry, sir."

He had Billy lie on the bed while he shaved what little hair was on his
chest, belly, and arm pits, and then moved to the shoe shine chair and
beckoned Billy. As he'd done a few days earlier, he leaned over and spit on
one of his tall boots.

"Why don't you lick that off, little fella," he said gently. Billy went to
work, and Bart spit on the other boot as he went to work. "That a-little
Billy."

When he was done, Bart had him buff the shine, and apply the first coat of
polish.

"Now put your clothes back on and run down and get some sandwiches while
these dry off," he said. "You can put a 6-inch shine on these tonight."

An hour and a half later, his boots gleaming, Bart stood tall in front of
Billy's low chair. Bart had told Billy to upzip his fly and find his dick
and put it in his mouth. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was
smiling while Billy sucked and licked the enormous head of his dick. Then,
in a matter of only 5 seconds, his dick softened while Billy still worked.

Bart pulled his flaccid dick out of Billy's mouth and told him to look up.

"Billy, I decide when I get hardons," he said, dragging his big balls and
his soft dick across his face. "I'm also going to be deciding when you get
hardons, even when you're not wearing that cage."

He took his dick out and spit on one of his gloves and put it back into
Billy's mouth.

"Show me how you'd like to treat my stiff dick if I decide to get hard,"
Bart said. Billy sucked and licked, continuing to stare upward into Bart's
smiling face. Bart got hard again, but this time did didn't put it back
into Billy's mouth. Instead, he masturbated in front of him, and after a
few minutes Bart squirted a huge load of cum onto his head, then spit into
it and coated his hair.

"Leave that in your hair until tomorrow night, Billy," he said, as he put
his dick back into his pants and zipped up. "After you take care of your
dad and Sally, you can take your shower and wash your hair."

"Yes sir," Billy replied. "Thank you, sir."

* * * *

The next day, back in his room, Billy asked Rick if he could read the
letter again.

"I didn't have much time before, sir," he said.

Rick chuckled and handed it to him.

"You might as well make a copy, but don't let it get around," he said.

Rick's old high school friend had been regularly servicing another Marine,
but when he shipped out to Okinawa two other Marines showed up on the night
before the one of them left. The one Marine had set up a hidden camera, and
showed the other two the pictures. Rick's friend was told to move into
their apartment near Camp Pendleton.

The two Marines were straight, and were thoroughly amused by the
arrangement. They required him to clean the place, cook their breakfasts
and dinners, do their laundry, and take take of their boots and
uniforms. The first Marine had outfitted him with a cage with a tube, and a
buttplug, and he was told to wear them.

Nothing much happened for the first month, he said, but it all changed when
they invited another Marine over. That one screwed him while he was
caged. He couldn't have an orgasm, but he discharged on account of being
fucked, and then spent the next couple of weeks wanting but unable to
cum. The Marine was screwing him just often enough to keep him on edge most
of the time, and the straight ones noticed.

They had taken to having him suck their dicks but never getting hard, and
ignoring him while he tried to get them stiff. He'd have to spend an entire
football game with his mouth on one soft dick or the other, while they
drank beers and pissed in his throat. It was their way of humiliating him,
and it worked.

As long as he was stationed at Pendleton, the roommates told him, he'd
always be taking care of Marines. As soon as they told him, Rick's high
school friend wrote that he had arranged to stay at Pendleton for another
couple of years.

"I still don't think I'm a queer for everyone," the letter said, "but I'm
sure as hell queer for my roommates and for the guy who screwed me."

* * * *

A couple days later, Billy was back in Bart's room to change his cage.

"I'm going to handcuff you this time, so you won't repeat your mistake,"
Bart said. He started up the massager and got him hard, and measured
again. There really wasn't any need so soon, but they'd do this each time
for while anyway.

"Lower down, Billy," he said, snapping his finger and knowing that his dick
wouldn't cooperate. "I'll give you 15 seconds."

Billy stayed hard, and Bart pinched the head of Billy's dick, painfully,
until it softened. Then he vibrated it again, and repeated the command, the
finger snap, and the time limit.

"I can't do it, sir!" Billy exclaimed. "I'm sorry sir, I'm really trying."

"Don't worry, little fella," Bart replied gently. "Rome wasn't built in a
day. We'll get you there. I'll train you to get soft on command."

* * * *

The long-awaited day had arrived: Billy would get his first squirt since
being caged. Bart, Karl, and Jack gathered in Bart's room for the
event. Clad in just his T-shirt, he buffed their boots.

"Come on over here, Billy boy," Bart said, his voice tender and
seductive. "It's time you got yourself squirted off."

He motioned to the couch bed that had been moved to toward the middle of
the room. His wrists were bound over his head by leather cuffs and attached
hooks on the frame. Smiling warmly, Bart eased his legs back, attached
leather straps that attached his calves firmly to his thighs. He spread
them wide, and hooked them to the frame.

The tube on Billy's the cage was inside his dick and the metal plug was in
his rear end. Another strap went tightly over his abdomen and attached to
the frame, rendering him motionless. Jack completed the arrangement by
screwing a small handle into the base of the plug.

Gently, the Men went to work. Bart put on his tight motorcycle gloves, put
the scalp massager on his hand, and turned it on. Billy had been
conditioned to get hard when it came on; the tube in his dick prevented it,
but he felt himself buzzing and was consumed by lust as Bart began
massaging behind his balls. As his did so, Jack used the handle to move the
plug around and stimulate his prostate.

"There ya go, little robber," he said, tenderly. "Little boy's gonna get
his squirt."

As the vibrations coursed through his body, Karl unzipped his pants his put
his soft dick in Billy's mouth and pissed. As he looked up into Karl's eyes
and swallowed, he felt his prostate throbbing and liquid leaving his
penis. Bart kept the massager going for a few minutes until no more cum
emerged, but there was no orgasm, no erection, and no relief.

"Billy got his first squirt in a month," Bart said, warmly. "How did that
feel, little guy?"

"Thank you sir, but it doesn't feel like I came," he replied, breathlessly.

Bart smiled and removed the cage, then gathered Billy's cum with his gloved
fingers and fed it to him.

"Your little squirt gun and balls might beg to differ, little buddy," he
said, as Billy swallowed his own cum. "Even for a little set of balls, four
weeks is more than enough to build up. You leaked out a whole bunch!"

* * * *

It was an odd, intense feeling to be horny but not be able to become
hard. He was slightly on edge all the time; he'd feel his balls buzzing
when he saw them, and in spite of his best efforts found it difficult to
conceal the intensity of his attraction. Five days later, Bart brought
Billy into his room to change his cage.

When Billy removed it, his dick became hard right away without any
prompting from the massager. Bart smiled and gently ordered Billy to lose
his erection. When it didn't go down after 15 seconds, he squeezed the tip
and punched his balls to make him go soft.

"You're backsliding there, little guy," he said. "Going to have to work on
that."

"I can't help it, sir," Billy replied, while successfully struggling to
keep his hand away.

"We'll do our best to get you there," Bart said, his voice tender and
slippery. "Now put the other cage on."

When that was done, Bart strapped Billy to the bed as he'd done before, and
used the massager and the butt plug handle to milk his prostate, spreading
the fluid on his gloved hand and feeding it to Billy.

"Sir, I'll try as hard as I can," Billy said, his voice pleading.

Bart led Billy to the shoe shine stand and had him work on his boots,
starting by licking them, and then shining them. When that was finished, he
had Billy find his hardon and suck on it while he mixed his spit and precum
and rubbed it on his face and his hair.

"I'm going to have to tell Rick about what happened before," Bart said.

"Yes sir, I understand," Billy said.

* * * *

"Damn, that milking turned little Billy queer as hell," Karl joked one day
at lunch with Bart, Jack, and Rick. "Kid can't help himself."

"It's where the rubber hits the road," Bart said. "I figure on milking him
once every week or two. He's gonna be on edge all the time, but we're not
gonna pay it any notice at all."

"Oh hell, of course he's queer," Rick said with a chuckle, "I knew it the
day I met him. I figure he'll be the one who'll call himself one
eventually."

"He's damn close to being there already," Jack said. "I can hardly wait to
screw him."

"Hold on there, cowboy," Bart said. "Just keep it to that plug for
now. Trust me, you'll get your chance."

* * * *

A week later, Billy was back in Bart's room to change the cage. Again,
Billy was unable to lose his erection, and wound up in the corner,
handcuffed and on his knees on a couple of pillows, his nose touching the
wall.

"I'll be back in half an hour, and I will be disappointed if you're still
hard," he said, before leaving.

When he returned, Billy was in the corner, sniffling softly, still
erect. The Men, wearing cock rings that added length and thickness to their
already large dicks, were dressed in their newly-tailored highway patrol
uniforms that outlined their half erections.

"Little robber looks excited," Jack said, speaking softly.

The gentle and even tender manner of the three ROTC guys was not on account
of their care or concern for Billy. By nature, they were bullies,
especially Jack, but Rick had warned them away from it, and when Billy
responded enthusiastically they were won over. For Rick's part, he had
begun without any strong desire to dominate Billy, but his behavior had
convinced him to take a more active role.

"What's with the handcuffs, Bart?" Karl asked.

"The other week, when I got him hard, he grabbed his little rod," Bart
said. "He swore he'd never do it again, but we know how these little
rascals can be."

He spoke gently to Billy.

"Now, the only reason you're hard is so I could measure you," Bart
said. "I've told you to lose your erections within 10 seconds, and given
you chances to do it. Just now, I gave you a whole half an hour, but here
you are."

"I'm sorry, sir!" Billy said. "I'm really trying, sir!"

"Let's give it one more try," Bart said, tenderly. "Lower down, Billy
boy. Lower down, now."

Billy was unable to lose his erection, so Bart squeezed the tip hard and
punched his balls, causing him to yelp and go soft. Then he led him to a
corner of the bed and ordered him to kneel, spread his legs, and bend
over. Jack had gone to Billy's backpack and gotten the handle for his
buttplug, and then screwed it into the end of the plug and gently withdrew
it.

"Okay, now put your cage back on," Bart said, his face a frown, his voice
firm, and his tone one of disappointment. "Then put your shorts and your
pants back on. While you're up, fetch us some tallboys and get yourself a
Coke."

As Billy was carrying out the order, Bart went to the closet and got a
thick leather belt. Billy saw it as he was returning with the beers, and
knew what was coming. Bart lit a joint and passed it, and the three Men
drank their beers while Billy sipped his soda.

"Now kneel on the floor, lean over on the bed, and put your face into the
pillow, Billy boy," he said. "I know you've been trying, but I can't let
this go."

He gave Billy six swats, the final three of them hard. When he stopped,
Billy was whimpering.

"I'm sorry sir!" he said. "I really tried, sir!"

"I know, Billy," Bart replied gently, while rubbing the ass he'd just
strapped. "Now let's get you back out of those pants so Jack can get in
here."

* * * *

"There you go, little robber," Jack said, his voice tender. He had donned a
tight leather glove and was gently rubbing his asshole with his fingers
coated in lubricant infused with a muscle relaxer. "I'm gonna get in
there."

He inserted two fingers and slowly probed inward.

"That a-little Billy," he said. "Friendly cop for a good little fella."

Jack stood behind him as he knelt on the floor and laid his torso face down
on the bed. He applied lubricant to his hard dick and gently pushed inside.

"Easy does it, little robber," he said, his voice a smooth whisper as he
slowly rocked in and out, going a bit deeper each time. "There you go,
Billy boy."

As Jack was drilling, Karl straddled the corner of the bed and sat down and
moved Billy's face onto the erection outlined in the crotch of his tight
gray uniform pants.

"Gonna give you something to suck on while Jack screws you," he said, as he
unzipped his fly and displayed his hardon. "Open up, little guy."

Now Billy was impaled in both ends. The muscle relaxer, and Jack's careful
technique, made the screwing barely painful at all, and Karl's dick in his
mouth provided a useful distraction. Still, the sheer volume of Jack's
enormous dick pushing so far in seemed to split him in two. It greatly
accentuated his sense of being under control, not just by Jack but by all
three Men in the room, and brought home the plug he'd been wearing.

In and out, in and out, relentlessly, the Man pushed his authority all the
way inside, then pulled back, then back in. Time after time after
time. Billy felt himself entering a different place, a feeling of being
stretched and rearranged. He felt like a kind of thing, inanimate, existing
for whatever purpose these Men determined.

At Karl's direction, he was using one hand to hold his belt in the back,
and the other while sucking his dick, and he could taste the precum
leaking. Jack leaned over and whispered into his ear, loud enough for the
three of them to hear.

"Nice and easy for the little robber," Jack said, his voice tender yet
firm, his dick now going all the way in with each gentle thrust. "There we
go."

The stimulation of his prostate, and the penetration of the tight second
ring deep inside, brought home the realization that he was entirely under
their control, and of how deeply it thrilled him. He recalled the letter
from Rick's high school friend about how he didn't know if he was queer but
knew he was queer for the roommates he was servicing.

Karl's semen filled his throat, and Billy shuddered as he felt his own cum
being pushed out of his dick. Then it was over, and like the last time he'd
been milked, he didn't have the kind of orgasm he'd gotten by
masturbating. There was no relief, and in fact he was more on edge than he
had ever been.

* * * *

Dad, I think I might be queer," Billy said one night. "I'm always thinking
about you guys. I hardly ever think about Sally anymore."

Rick chuckled and spoke gently.

"I think you're the only one of us who's surprised about that," he
said. "None of anything we've had you do is because you're queer. You'd be
doing it no matter what. Keep up the good work and follow the rules, and
you'll be fine. Understood?"

"Yes sir," he replied. "Thanks, dad!

"Now listen to me, and listen good," Rick said, his voice firm. "You don't
expect it, ask for it, demand it, or talk about it. We don't want you
staring at us either. Men hate being stared at by queers. Understood?"

"Okay, dad," Billy replied. "But could I say one more thing?"

"Okay, but that'll be all," Rick said.

"It's okay with me if you guys call me a queer," Billy said. "Just don't
call me a faggot or a girl, sir."

Rick laughed.

"You'll be called whatever anyone feels like calling you," he said. "It's
been that way all along. None of us has felt like calling you
names. Anyway, remember what I just told you, and keep doing your job."

* * * *

Karl had a date, and made his plans clear: "I'm going to be fucking that
cheerleader again. That chick wears me out!"

That left Rick, Bart, and Jack to gather with Billy in Bart's room. It'd
been two weeks since Jack had screwed him, and it was time for another
draining. They started with the scalp massager, which caused Billy to
become fully erect as soon as Bart turned it on.

Bart gave Billy the chance to lose his erection, knowing he'd fail. After
15 seconds, he squeezed the tip and punched Billy's balls, and he became
soft. Then he had Billy attach the new cage, and lean over on the bed. At
that point, Jack took over.

"You ever screwed a girl up the ass, Rick?" he asked.

"Tried it once," Rick answered, with a chuckle. "Got a few inches in, and
she screamed bloody murder."

Jack laughed.

"You weren't doing it right, brother!" he said as he lubricated Billy's
asshole. "Now, only 1 in 10 chicks like it anyway, but only 1 in 10 queers
don't. Either way, you've got to know how it goes."

He lubricated his own dick and eased himself inside. He started slow,
withdrawing completely and then re-entering and going in farther.

"You don't just shove it in like when you're screwing a pussy," Jack
said. "It's a lot tighter up the back way. There's a second asshole up
about 6 inches, and ya got to go slow there too. Easy does it."

Billy moaned softly as Jack's rhythm built. Soon, he was sliding in all the
way.

"Not a lot of girls like this even if you do it right," Jack said as he
screwed. "But once you screw a guy, you own him. And if that guy's a queer
like little Billy here, he's got to be watched afterwards so he doesn't
turn himself into a faggot bitch backing up against ever dick he sees."

Rick chuckled.

"Damn, Jack, you got the whole snake in there!"

Billy tightened around Jack's steady invasion, his muscles moving
involuntarily. Cum oozed through the tube in his cage while Jack's spasms
filled his insides. Then it was over and Jack withdrew slowly. Just as
before, Billy felt no relief.

"What do you say, little robber?" Jack asked gently.

"Thank you sir!" Billy replied. "Yes sir! Thank you sir!"

Afterwards, Jack sat in the shoe-shine chair while Billy buffed his boots.

"You know, Rick, that Sally loves getting cornholed," he said, laughing. "A
few days ago, me and Karl and Bart dicked her in all three holes at
once. Damn, she's a wild one. Can't get enough stiffness!"

* * * *

A few days later, Rick asked Billy how things were working out. It had been
a month and a half of taking care of the four Men, and while it was obvious
that Billy was satisfied with his role, his roommate and college dad wanted
to hear it in Billy's words.

"Little guy, I told you a while back not to come running to me if you
didn't like any of it with those guys," he said. "You haven't complained,
and in fact it looks like you take to it. But now's your chance to tell me
anything you want to change, and we'll consider it."

"Dad, everything you just said is right," he answered. "A lot of it reminds
me of the best times I ever had in junior high school. I guess if anything,
I'd like more of it, sir."

Rick raised his eyebrows and asked him to explain.

"Sir, before I was in high school, I'd have odd jobs, and I'd have to give
all my earnings to my father," Billy said. "He'd give me an allowance and
I'd have to write down how I spent it and give the record to him. I'd also
be told what to wear to school, and I had a bedtime."

"It sounds like it was pretty strict," Rick said.

"At least until high school, sir," Billy said, his voice wistful. "Then my
father started working longer hours and things loosened. It felt weird,
like drifting alone or something. I didn't like it much."

"So you liked it better in junior high," Rick replied. "How old were you,
12 or 13? Maybe 5 feet tall?"

"I was 12 when I entered seventh grade," he replied. "I turned 13 during
the school year, and I was 14 when I started high school. I think those
were the best years, sir. If I could do anything, I'd have it be like
that."

"Most guys can't wait to grow up, Billy," Rick said.

"Part of me really wanted to, sir," he said. "In eighth grade I was only 5
feet tall, and I remember getting a hard-on and measuring it. I was only
2-1/2" long. I started getting bullied in high school, and that's when my
father told me to find some school dads."

"And you liked that better?" Rick said.

"Yes sir," Billy replied. "They stopped the bullying and they were nice to
me like you guys have been."

"But they didn't have you suck their dicks, right?"

"No sir," he replied. "I did a lot of what I've done for you guys, but not
that. I would have if they wanted."

"Funny thing is, your father raised you right and you're capable of
managing yourself," Rick said. "I'm sure you know that, but you're
comfortable having someone else in charge."

"Yes sir," Billy said. "I didn't start growing until high school, sir. My
younger brother was taller than me by the time he was in sixth grade, but
when he started hassling me for it, my father stepped in and told him to
cut it out. I had always wanted to be taller and bigger, but when I look
back on it, junior high were my favorite years."

Rick smiled again, and sat next to Billy and put his arm around his
shoulder.

"So he was strict but he protected you," he said, warmly. "That's what a
good father does."

"Yes sir, that's what he did," Billy said. "He has always treated me well,
just like you do, dad."

"I'm sure you weren't always a good boy," Rick said. "So when you did
wrong, how did your father punish you?"

"It depended on what I did, sir," Billy replied. "Sometimes I'd get a
spanking, or have to stand in the corner. Probably the worst was when I was
in high school and I broke curfew and came home drunk. My father used a
belt that time, and for the whole year my curfew was 10 o'clock. I also had
to turn over my earnings from the country club, and went back onto an
allowance."

"Probably not the worst thing, huh?" Rick asked. "Bart told me that he had
you stand in a corner when you touched your squirt gun."

"I deserved it, sir."

"So are you trying to tell that you want to be treated like you were in
junior high school?" Rick asked. "I suppose you want me to be your dad for
real, then, because that's what it would take."

"Yes sir," he replied. "Both of those."

"Well, Billy, that's a big deal," Rick said. "Up to now, this has been kind
of a game, but you're wanting me to step into your father's shoes, is that
right?"

"Yes sir," he answered. "The only thing about this that I would like to be
different is that it wouldn't be a game, sir."

"I want you to be sure," Rick said. "You are talking about putting yourself
under my authority all the time. No one has more authority than a father."

"That would be perfect, sir!" he replied.

"It would be three and a half years, Billy."

"Yes sir," he said. "I don't want to be able to call it off. I don't want
to be able to back out, sir."

"I'll have to think it over, Billy," he said, "and so do you."

* * * *

Later that week, after another three-way with Sally, Rick asked if he'd
thought it over about being treated as if he was in junior high. The first
step would be talking it over with the ROTC guys.

"Yes sir, it's what I want," Billy said. "I'm sure, dad."

A couple more days passed until they talked again.

"Billy, the other guys are okay with it," Rick said. "It won't change what
you're doing for us, but there'd be a bunch of other changes."

"Yes sir," he replied. "It's not just about what I do for you and the other
guys, sir. It's more than that."

"We're going to have to clear it with your father and mine," Rick
replied. "They'll be up here in a few weeks, and we're going to talk it
over. In the meantime, I'm going to have to think it through, because it'll
be more work for us here."

Billy gave a look of alarm.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell them everything," Rick said. "I think
they'll be happy about it. But this won't be some game, Billy. If you want
me to take your father's place, he's going to have to know about it."

"Okay, sir," Billy replied with relief. "There's some of this that I hope
he doesn't know."

"Billy, I know you want to do this, but I'm going to give you some chances
to call it off," Rick said. "Once you get locked down, it's going to be for
the rest of your time in college. I want you to understand that. If you
change your mind, no one will hold it against you. Got it?"

"Yes sir," he replied.

"Okay, your first chance will be on Friday night," Rick said. "You're what,
18 years old?"

"I'll be 19 in January, sir," Billy said.

"And how big was your hard dick before you went with the cage?"

"Just shy of 4 inches, sir."

"No one can make you 12 or 13, and that's a good thing because no one wants
to stick their dick into a little kid," Rick said. "But there's a kind of
cage that'll shrink you back down to where it was then, and that'll have to
be part of it."

"Dad, does it hurt, and is it forever?" he asked.

"Bart told me you wouldn't feel the difference," Rick said. "It'll take a
couple months, and you'd grow it all back in a year if you stopped wearing
it. So next time Bart changes your cage, you'll tell him whether you want
the same cage or the new cage. If you tell him the same cage, I'll call
this off."

* * * *

The day before their fathers were to arrive, Rick sent Billy to meet Karl
by the motorcycles after dinner. He arrived there after dark, and 15
minutes later Karl roared in. The small parking space was set apart from
the main lots, and dimly lit by a distant flood light, and was deserted.

As he dismounted the bike, Billy gasped at the sight of Karl in his leather
jacket, weathered from lots of use, the riding chaps worn over jeans so
tight they were almost painted on, bulging outward below the belt
buckle. The jeans were worn over the tops of a pair of boots that, along
with the motorcycle, Billy had cleaned and polished a few days earlier.

"Get your buffing cloth out and shine up my boots, little guy," Karl said,
sitting on the seat with his arms crossed and his feet on the riding
pegs. As he drank a tallboy he'd taken out of one of the saddlebags, Billy
picked a few pieces of gravel out. He shined one boot and walked to the
other side and repeated the order.

"You're looking sharp, Billy," he said. "Now get your cloth out and wipe
down my bike."

Billy finished the job in short order, and Karl produced a flashlight from
his pocket, grabbed another beer, and led him to the spot where he would
fill up his water bucket when giving the motorcycles a thorough
cleaning. The spigot was located in a corner enclosed by a labyrinth of low
concrete walls, with water pipes serving the dormitory at various heights
above the ground.

"When that dad of yours came to us and said you were okay with sucking our
dicks, me and Bart weren't sure we wanted any part of it," Karl said as
they sat together on one of the pipes. "Jack was the only one who was in
favor of it, but we didn't want the hassle."

"Hassle, sir?" Billy asked.

"The queers in high school were brats, at least the ones anyone knew
about," Karl replied. "Jimmy thought he was doing us a favor, and then he
blabbed about it. He figured that he was special or something, and that he
had some sort of right to our dicks. We had a hell of a time with him, and
me and Bart didn't want to go through it again."

"I can see that, sir," Billy said.

"See, Jimmy was a smartass little faggot," Karl said, nearly spitting out
the words. "Yeah, we got him to behave, but he'll never be anything but a
little faggot 'cause he'll never know his place. Didn't bother me that he
liked stiff dick, but the little squirrel didn't respect Men, and that
doesn't fly."

"No sir, it doesn't," he answered. "I respect Men, sir."

"We'd have dropped all of this in heartbeat if you didn't, and we sure as
hell wouldn't have agreed to this next step you want to take," Karl
replied. "I don't see it being much different, but Rick says it'll mean
that he'll take your father's place for the rest of the time you're in
college. So just keep on doing what you've been doing, and it'll be fine."

Billy smiled widely.

"Thank you, sir!"

"You seem to really like taking care of us, and not just our dicks," Karl
said. "See, none of us is queer. The squirts are fine, but with us it's
more about rank order. Jimmy never understood it, but you do."

"I try, sir," he replied. "If I get it wrong, I hope someone will just tell
me, sir. My college dad has given me some rules about being queer, and one
of them is not to bring it up. Sir, since you brought it up, I'd like to
say some things about it if it's alright with you. But if it's not alright,
then I don't have to."

"It's okay, Billy," Karl replied. "What's on your mind?"

"When I told Rick that I'd be okay with sucking your dicks, I figured it
was part of making myself useful, sir. That's why I asked not to be called
a queer. I guess I didn't want to think I was, sir," he said. "Not only
that, but I didn't even like the queers in high school."

"Did they try to come onto you or something?" Karl asked.

"A couple of them saw that I hung around with the jocks," he replied. "They
thought I was one of them and asked me how I could get them to let them
suck their dicks. I told them that I didn't have any idea because I didn't
do it, sir. And it was true until I got here. Anyway, I didn't like
them. Looking back, I think it was kind of for the same reason you guys
didn't."

Karl smiled, cracked open another beer, and lit a cigar.

"So what changed your mind?" he asked.

"I've been asking myself that, sir," Billy replied. "It wasn't just one
thing. I'm in a psychology class with my college dad, and I learned that
I've got a service mentality and that there's nothing wrong with it. When
Rick told me I'd have to wear the cage if I wanted to see Sally, and I told
him I'd think about it, I realized that I was thinking about him and not
her.

"The cage, and the way I have been squirted off, and how you guys haven't
put me down for it, was part of it, sir. Not being able to masturbate has
made me think about you guys a lot. And the rules about not going after you
help a lot, because it makes me feel different than the ones in high
school.

"I really like taking care of your dicks, but it's more than that, sir. I
hope that my college dad will let me suck his dick sometime, but I will
never ask him. If he wants me to, it will be great, but I don't ever want
to be some fag who chases after dicks. That's about all I've figured out,
sir. I hope I haven't said too much about that, sir, but you asked so I'm
answering truthfully, sir."

Karl smiled and nodded.

"You're right, I asked, so there's nothing wrong with answering," he
said. "But one thing: Can you tell me about this thing about being treated
like a little kid? I figure that even a queer wants to grow up."

"I never would have said anything until my college dad asked me how all of
this was going for me, sir," Billy replied. "All I can figure out is that
when I was in junior high, my father watched over me and I really liked
it. I know I'm an adult, but I liked it so much, so I told him when he
asked. That's all I can figure out so far, sir."

"All this helps me understand," Karl said. "Sounds like the way you were
raised hooked into something pretty deep."

"Yes sir," he answered. "My brother didn't like it at all, but I was
different that way. The psych class helped with that. I'm naturally
submissive, I guess, but I need to be respected for what I am, and all of
you guys see that. I really hope it will stay that way, and that if I do
wrong I'll be told so I can try to make it right, sir."

Karl reached over and rubbed Billy's scalp with his knuckles, a rare show
of affection.

"Don't worry too much about any of that," he said. "I don't know how it
works between two queers, but when a queer does it for a Man who's not
queer, he's got to remember his place, and you sure as hell do."

Billy smiled widely.

"Thank you sir!" he said. "I'm really glad that you understand. I promise
I'll do my best and follow the rules that my college dad has given me,
sir."

Karl finished his beer and his cigar, and withdrew a joint from his
pocket. They both took a few hits, and Karl continued.

"I talked to Rick, and he says your father is okay with it. He just wants
to be sure," he said. "As long as you obey him and follow his rules, I
think he'll come around. Between the four of us, you'll get what you're
looking for."

He stood up in front of Billy, rested his elbows on top of the wall behind
him, unzipped the fly of his jeans, and withdrew his hose. Even flaccid, it
was huge, probably 7 inches long and very thick.

"Open your mouth and look me in the eye," he said, and inserted his dick
and began to piss in his throat. It was the third time, and he swallowed
eagerly.

"That's right, Billy," he said, his tone neither warm nor cold. "You do
what you're told now."

His mind racing, Billy thought that Karl was the most natural commander of
the four, a perfect fit for someone born to to make the military a
career. He was the least talkative of the four, and the most sparing with
affection. The firm yet matter-of-fact way he exercised his authority
conveyed a rock-solid self-confidence. All of them were strong and
dominant, but the Man who was pissing in his throat was the most confident
of the four, and the message couldn't have been clearer: Of course his
orders would be followed.

Billy swallowed the stream furiously, intent on not missing a drop. When it
ended, he expected to suck him off as he'd done before, but this time Karl
withdrew his dick and put it back in his pants and stood with his hands on
his hips, looking downward.

"Thank you, sir," Billy said.

"Good job," he said, patting Billy's cheek. "Now go on up to Bart's
room. Those guys are waiting for you."

"Yes sir," he replied. "Thank you, sir!"

* * * *

"Hey there, little robber!" Jack said as he opened the door to Billy's
knock. He and Bart were wearing their highway patrol uniforms: gray slacks
with a black stripe up the side, light gray shirts, tailored tight, along
with tight black motorcycle gloves.

"Why don't you get us some tallboys out of the fridge and a Coke for
yourself if you want it," Bart said, as he headed for the shoe-shine
chair. "Strip down to just your T-shirt, and then you come on over here."

He sat back in the chair smoking a cigar. When Billy brought him a beer, he
spit on one of the boots, and Billy licked it off, and did the same when he
spit on the other. He went back and forth, and when he'd had enough he told
Billy to move his chair forward. He spit on a glove and put it in Billy's
mouth.

"There you are, little guy," he said, his voice tender. "Now show me how
you want to take care of my dick."

As he was sucking hard and licking Bart's gloved fingers, Jack moved up
from behind. His hard dick stuck out of the fly of his uniform pants and
glistened with lubricant. He applied some to his glove.

"Spread your legs, little robber," he whispered. "Friendly cop's gonna
clean out the pipes while you suck off the other friendly cop."

Jack entered slowly, and built up a steady rhythm. Billy was electrified by
the invasion and by the words that the Men spoke as Bart stood up, spit on
his erection and began pumping his mouth.

"Looks like Billy boy decided he was queer once he started getting
screwed," Jack said to Bart as he pumped in past his second ring. "I gotta
say, this one's the ideal queer. Let's hope he stays that way."

Bart chuckled as he pumped in tandem with Jack.

"I think that dad of his has got him behaving," he said. "Remember Jimmy?
Insubordinate little faggot squirrel thought he was special. I feel sorry
for any queer who winds up messin' around with that piece of shit. You
ready to shoot, buddy? I'm getting' close here."

Jack went all the way in and groaned, and they both came. Bart withdrew and
aimed his last spasm into his glove.

"Lick that up, Billy," he said, and when he followed the order Bart rubbed
the mixture of spit and cum into his hair. "There ya go, little fella."

* * * *

"Okay, moment of truth," Bart said after Billy had licked up the jism that
Jack had forced from his prostate. "Time to change the cage. Same one or
the new one? Your choice. No hard feelings either way."

"I'd like the new one, sir," he replied.

Bart explained that the new cage was the same as the one he'd been wearing;
the difference was in the lubricant.

"Two months should have your little stiffer down to 2-1/2 inches, and your
soft dick will go down by an inch or so," he said. "Your balls will shrink
some too. It lasts for a year, but once you're there I will check every six
months to make sure."

* * * *

"Hiya little squirt!" Billy's father said when he entered their room the
next weekend, using what had been one of his affectionate nicknames before
he had reached high school. "I brought those clothes you wanted. Rick,
when's your father getting here?"

After Billy had requested the change in his status, Rick had called both
fathers and explained the situation. Billy's father, long familiar with his
son's subservient nature, strongly supported the idea of Rick stepping into
his shoes. The same was true with Rick's father, who thought it would be an
excellent way for him to acquire leadership experience. He saw nothing
unusual about it, having recognized Billy's personality as a type he was
familiar with in his years as a military officer.

"My father ought to be here any time, Ron," Rick answered. They'd agreed
that first names would be the way to go this time, to underline the
differences in status and authority between Rick and Billy. There'd be
three Men and one boy among them that day.

"Billy has spoken very highly of you from the beginning," his father said
at breakfast in the cafeteria, where the four of them went after Rick's
father had arrived. "I was a little surprised by all of this at first, but
not entirely. I know he was happy under supervision, but I figured he'd
grow out of it as he got older."

"You'd be surprised by how many like Billy there are in the military, Ron,"
Rick's father said. "It surprised me when I started my career, but over
time I saw that there are some who are born to take orders and other who
are born to give them. I knew my son was going to be a leader, so I tried
to raise him that way."

"You did a good job of it, Pete," Billy's father said. "Rick here is a
natural, and Billy tells me that he's never bullied him or ridiculed him,
and makes sure no one else does either."

Rick's father smiled at the compliment.

"Ron, I've always told Rick that a leader doesn't lord it over his Men,"
the colonel replied. "A leader's job is to understand who he's leading and
to know what they need. Some of 'em need a kick in the ass and others need
an arm around the shoulder."

Billy's father glanced at Billy as Colonel Pete continued.

"There are enlisted men who have no interest in moving up," he said. "We
call them eternal corporals. They're not lazy or stupid. They just don't
want to be leaders. In my first billet as a second lieutenant, I remember
talking to one of them. Smart kid, could've been a sergeant anytime he felt
like it, but kept flunking the exam.

"I thought I'd see what I could do to help him pass, and he told me he
flunked on purpose. Said flat out that he liked having his decisions made
by someone else. Wanted to take orders and not give 'em. I talked to
higher-ranking officers about it, and that's when I found out about eternal
corporals. Billy here looks like an eternal corporal."

It gave Billy a thrill to hear the Men talk about him the way they were. It
reinforced his status, and it was clear that they were on board with the
arrangement.

"I guess Billy hasn't told anyone that I spent three years in the Army,"
his father said. "I was a draftee between the Korean and Vietnam wars. Made
my way up to sergeant, and they really wanted me to be an officer. I came
close to doing it, but when I fathered a couple kids, I decided that I
wouldn't earn enough in the military to support a family the way I wanted
to.

"I never heard of these 'eternal corporals,' but now that you mention it, I
can see what you're talking about. There was a lot that I appreciated about
those three years. I entered the Army as a boy and came out as a Man, and
for a time I thought it'd be good for my sons. But it can't happen for
Billy because he's under the minimum height, and my other son has no
interest."

"Yeah, it's not for everyone," the colonel replied. "I think this might be
good for Billy to do it this way. A little different, but he'd get the
discipline, and Rick would get the experience in leadership. At least if
they both want to do it."

Billy's father turned to his son and spoke.

"I need to know that this is really what you want, son," he said. "You'd be
handing over my authority to Rick here, and I want to be sure it's what you
want to do. I'm not going to be here, and neither will the colonel. Do you
trust him enough to obey him for the next 3-1/2 years?"

"Yes sir," Billy replied. "I've thought it through."

"It's not enough to trust him, son," his father said. "You will need to
earn his trust by being trustworthy and obedient."

"Yes sir," Billy said.

"How about you, son?" the colonel said to Rick. "You're taking on a lot of
responsibility here. I'm happy that you want to do it, but now that we're
talking this over, I guess I'd want to ask you the same question that Ron
just asked Billy. Are you sure?"

"You know, Pops, it won't change a whole lot," he replied. "Billy has been
calling me 'dad' almost from the week we got here. I can't say it came as a
huge surprise when he asked me to make it real."

The colonel smiled and looked at Billy.

"Ron's dead right about trust, Billy," he said. "Don't you forget it,
son. You won't be in the military, but it'll be close, and trust is the
bedrock."

Ron looked at his son, and spoke.

"You will obey and respect him, little man," his father said, using another
childhood nickname. "Don't you ever forget that."

"I won't, sir," he replied. "I promise I won't."

* * * *

By prearrangement, they split up and left the cafeteria to talk things over
separately. Billy and his Rick's father went in one direction, and Rick and
Billy's father walked in the other.

"I don't know if you've noticed it, but Billy has had a masturbation
problem," Ron said.

"I know he was doing it, but I didn't think it was any of my business,"
Rick answered. "But I suppose I'll have to make it my business. Do you have
any ideas?"

"I locked his hands into special mittens at night," Ron said. "It kept him
from masturbating while he was in high school, but I'm not surprised that
he started again. I don't think it's good for him. I brought them with me
if you want them."

"Sure, I'll take them," Rick said. "He's a real good kid because of the way
you raised him. I don't want to make him feel bad. But you're right, it's
something I'll have to think about and deal with."

"Good," Ron said. "I know that people masturbate, but I always worried that
it might turn Billy into a homosexual, and I can't forgive that."

"I understand," Rick said. "I'll deal with it."

"I appreciate it," Ron said. "I don't want anything getting in the way of
his future. Before he came up here, we talked at length about things. He
wants to follow me into accounting, so I'd be grateful if you can keep him
on track."

"He told me that's what he wants to do, so I'll see to it that takes the
right classes for that," Rick replied. "I'll watch his grades and study
habits, and fill you in along the way. I'm not going to let him slack off
of his schoolwork, and I'll take care of his masturbation problem too."

"Thank you, Rick," Ron said. "I'm sure it will go well."

* * * *

An hour later, they met again and switched; now Rick and his father had a
chance to talk by themselves, and Billy and his father would be alone too.

"I talked to Ron after you called last week," the colonel said. "Well, son,
I think Billy's got queer written all over him, so I hope you're ready for
all of that. I wasn't going to say it to his father, but a lot of the
eternal corporals are queer. It's not a problem as long as they behave."

Rick laughed.

"Yeah, I know, Pops," he said. "Ron told me that he thinks beating off
makes guys queer, so he used to lock up Billy's hands in at night. What the
hell does he think his kid did in the bathroom in his high school?"

"Ron just wanted to believe," the colonel said with a chuckle. "Anyway, you
ever hear of dick cages? They fit around someone's dick and lock up so they
can't get to it. That'll be the way to go. I can find one and send it if
you want."

Rick did a double-take and laughed again.

"Pops, talk about surprises!" he said. "Don't tell Ron, but the ROTC guys
told me about those things. Billy's been wearing one for a couple months
now. He tells me he likes it. Says it levels him out."

"Yep, that's what it does, at least for the ones who take to it," the
colonel said.

"Bart got him into one that has a tube in his pisshole, and shrinks his
dick," Rick said. "The other night Billy told me that his was 2-1/2 inches
until he got to high school. That's how far he'll get. It's all in the
lubricant. Once he gets there, we'll switch back to the regular lube, and
it'll keep him there for a year."

"The ones I knew about never did that, but I guess science marches on!" the
colonel said, with a chuckle.

"Pops, I promised Billy not to tell Ron about that," Rick said. "He really
doesn't want him to know, okay?"

"You've got my word, son," the colonel replied.

"I can't actually turn Billy into a little kid, but if he want to be
treated that way then he ought to have a dick to match," Rick said,
smiling.

"So what about that girlfriend of his?" the colonel asked.

"Oh Sally?" Rick said. "First night I met her, she said Billy's dick was
too small and wanted me to screw her. I've been doing it. So have the other
guys."

"Chip off the old block!" the colonel replied. "Just make sure you treat
that kid right. Who knows, maybe he'll take your dick."

Rick smiled and nodded.

"I figured it out right away, and so did the others," he said, explaining
what Billy had done with he and Sally, and for the other guys on the dorm
floor. "Billy's the only one who didn't want to see it, but last week he
came out and told me. Maybe I'll let him sometime, but to be honest I've
got more pussy than I can handle around here."

The colonel laughed.

"Looks like the only one who still doesn't know is his chump of a father,"
he said. "It ain't bad to feed Billy your dick every now and again. But
always make damn sure he knows who's boss. The last thing you need is some
queer who wants to be your wife and then starts making demands. A wife is
enough trouble."

* * * *

The four of them met again for lunch. Rick explained that Billy had been
doing laundry and other chores for him and the ROTC guys on the floor,
spending about 10 hours a week at it. He showed the two fathers the
notebook Billy had started keeping that showed how he spent his time,
including the chores he did.

"Does everyone know he's doing that?" Billy's father asked.

"Some guys do, but Billy only works for the four of us," Rick said. "Billy,
I haven't told you until now, but those guys have been paying you $20 a
week, and giving me the money. There's some built up, and I'm going to give
you an allowance. You'll account for everything you spend."

"Yes sir," he said, smiling from ear to ear. "Thank you, sir!"

"He's going to be practicing to be a waiter by taking care of things at the
card games we have, but he'll get paid for that too, Ron," Rick said.

"Rick, when we're done here, we're going to go to the bank," Ron
said. "We're going to make you the account custodian and get a new cash
machine card, so if Billy wants to make withdrawals he'll need your
signature. When he gets that restaurant job, have his work send the money
to that account."

"That sounds good," Rick said. "I'll copy you on how Billy spends the
money."

Ron waved his hand away.

"No need," he said. "If you're going to step into my shoes then you ought
to step all the way in. Billy, I don't want you running to me. Remember,
Rick will have all my authority here, so you have to obey him."

"Yes sir!" he replied to his father. "I'm going to do my best."

"That's good, son," Ron said. "I've given Rick my phone number, and I hope
he doesn't call me with any disappointing news."

"He won't sir," Billy replied.

"Rick, I want to thank you for your willingness to do this," Ron said. "I
was worried about sending Billy here on his own, but I can see he's in good
hands. I know you'll keep a close watch like he needs, and I can see that
you will protect him and keep in touch with me."

"Ron, you've got my word on all of that," Rick replied. "Now that I've
decided to join the military, I figure this will be good leadership
experience for me. I'll take good care of your son. You can count on that."

* * * *

After their fathers left, they talked. Rick told him it was his last chance
to call it off.

"Billy, until now, you've been able to back out of any of this," he
said. "I want you to think it through once more, because you can still call
it off. Forget about the details for a second here, and let's get down to
brass tacks. I'm seeing a capable young man who wants to be treated as a
boy. Correct?"

"Yes sir, that's right."

"You're going to need to be sure of it, Billy," he said. "I'm willing to do
it, and so are the others. I've thought about it myself, including how to
make it stick. Remember that obeying your father wasn't always easy, and it
won't always be easy with me."

Two days later, Billy repeated his wish.

"Okay, I'm going to give you one more chance to change your mind," Rick
said. "Your father told me that you had a masturbation problem, and that he
used to lock up your hands to keep you from doing it. You kept masturbating
and then you lied to him about it for three years. You disrespected him,
and you betrayed his trust. It's the worst thing a boy can do to his
father."

"Yes sir," Billy said, his voice downcast. "I felt bad about it, and I
still do, sir. It's a big reason why I am grateful for the cage. It keeps
me from doing it anymore, sir."

"Okay, Billy, you are going to write me a letter about everything you did
as a boy. You'll will tell me how it's being corrected with your cage,"
Rick said. "You will also write to Sally. You'll tell her that she doesn't
deserve to be led along. And you'll give me that letter before you send it
to her so I can look it over first."

"But dad, do I have to tell her I'm queer?" he asked.

"Yep, and you'll be doing that in both letters," Rick replied. "This is
where the rubber really hits the road, and that's why I'm giving you one
last chance. Write those letters, and we'll be on. Change your mind, and
we'll drop it. It's a big decision."

"I'll write the letters, dad," Billy replied. "You won't be sorry, sir."

* * * *

Two days later, they talked again as Rick held the letters in his hand.

"These are good," he said. "I can tell that you're really sorry for what
you did as a boy, and that you understand that Sally deserves to be free of
any obligation to you. That took some guts, little man."

Billy smiled at the compliment.

"Now, you told me you didn't want to be able to back out of this," Rick
continued. "Fact is that I can't actually force you to stick with it, so
there are really only two ways to go. One is to do things the way I think
you want, which is bullshit. The other is to make the cost of calling it
off so high that you won't ever actually do it."

He handed Billy a large manila envelope and told him to look inside. He
withdrew a set of pictures that showed him licking Bart's boots and sucking
the dicks of the three ROTC guys.

"Wha-wha-what?!" Billy replied, terrified.

"Spy camera for drug busts," Rick said. "If you call this off, or if you
betray my trust and I have to call it off, I will meet with your father and
your brother and show them the pictures and copies of both letters. "

"Please, sir, don't!" Billy replied. "I'll be good, dad. I promise!"

"I'm sure you will, little man," he said. "I don't want you walking around
in fear that I will run to your father for some little screw-up. Just know
what I can do if I have to. But I really don't think I will. You've done
great up until now, so I've got no reason to think that's going to change."

"It won't, sir," Billy replied. "If I make mistakes, I just hope you will
give me the chance to correct them, dad."

"That's a deal, Billy," Rick said. "Now, I've already looked through your
things and read the letters you saved. I found your mailbox key, and I'll
read what comes in. Before you send any mail, you will give it to me to
look over."

"Yes sir," he replied.

"Like I said in the beginning, no one's going to let your schoolwork slide
and neither will you," Rick said. "You're a smart kid, and I expect you to
get As and Bs here, and you'll show me your tests and papers and your
course grades."

"Yes sir," he replied.

* * * *

The strapping and screwings he'd received, and his new status, broke a dam
inside of Billy's head. Now he was on edge all the time, craving
humiliation from the four-man fraternity. And they had their own plans.

One day, Rick took Billy to the boys' section of a clothing store in town,
where he picked out what he'd be wearing: Half a dozen pair of buckle-back
slacks that ended at the ankles; half a dozen button-down shirts; a
half-dozen white T-shirts; a half-dozen pair of white crew socks; two pair
of white sneakers; a pair of black shoes that matched the ones he wore when
he waited on the guys; two clip-on ties. He was to keep everything cleaned
and starched, the shoes shined, and the sneakers washed.

The low soles of the sneakers and shoes cut three inches from his height in
the boots he would no longer wear, making him more than a foot shorter than
Rick when fully clothed. Along with the clothes, the difference between him
and the other four was magnified. But rather than call him names, they went
in the opposite direction.

"Alright little robber!" Jack said one day as Billy approached the
cafeteria table at lunch, dressed in gray slacks, a white shirt, one of the
ties and shoes with a 2-inch shine. "Did your dad pick out those duds for
you? You're looking good!"

"Thanks, sir!" Billy replied. "Dad picked them out the other day."

It was uniform day, and the Men at the table looked sharp themselves in
their starched tan utility uniforms and gleaming boots. They day before,
Rick filled them in on everything, and they agreed to step up their
friendliness. No name calling, and no stiff-dicking for a while. Just lots
of praise and smiles.

"I like that tie," Karl said, smiling and speaking warmly. "Looks sharp,
little guy!"

"Thank you, sir," he replied, smiling at the praise. "Dad picked those out
too."

When lunch was over, they stood up together. As they walked out of the
cafeteria, Karl commented on Billy's height.

"Am I imaging things, or is Billy shorter?" he asked Rick.

"Yep, he was wearing boots with elevators in 'em to make himself taller,"
Rick replied. "He's actually not much more than 5'4" but the boots made him
look like he's 5'8". He won't be wearing them anymore."

* * *

"We're going to take you up on that offer to practice being a waiter," Rick
told him one night. "Next weekend. I'll make it clear that it's practice,
and that they'll have to throw money into your tip fund. After you've done
it a couple times, you'll be working twice a week at Rudy's. I know the
manager, and he's going to take you on next semester."

"Thanks, dad!" Billy said, smiling widely.

The dinner was held in the floor's activity room. The four were there,
along with another four guys from the floor, and Sally and three girls from
her dorm. Billy had three tables to wait on, and he did it flawlessly. At
one point, Sally approached him and thanked him for the letter he had sent.

"It took a lot of courage, Billy," she said. "Your letter was very sweet,
and I really hope you will find happiness. It just wasn't going to be with
me."

One of the diners was Dave Brown, the stats guy. He sat with Rick, Jack,
and Sally at one of the tables.

"So you're thinking of joining ROTC, I hear," Rick said, making sure Billy
overheard at he served the table.

"Yeah, it looks like a good deal," Dave replied. "They pay for school if I
give 'em three years. I can handle that, and the uniforms are God's own
chick magnet."

They all laughed, including Sally.

"Bart's got a single, but I'm sure he'd be okay with you moving in," Rick
said, noticing look of worry cross Billy's face, just as he'd
intended. "You'd have to pay Billy $5 a week to take care of your laundry
and your uniforms, but he does a damn good job of it. He's great with boots
and motorcycles too."

Jack chimed in, with a smile.

"Billy's an artist with boots, that's for sure," he said. "And he knows a
tailor, so your uniform will fit like a glove, brother. But you're going to
have to move in with Bart, 'cause Billy doesn't have time to do all that
stuff for every guy on the floor."

"You're making a good offer, fellas," Dave said with a chuckle.

"I know the guy who runs the motorcycle place," Rick said. "He's got a bike
that he'll sell you for $1,000, and Billy will take good care of it. He'll
starch your jeans, too."

Dave smiled widely.

"I hate starchin' my jeans," he said. "I got two pair at home that I wear
to rodeos, but I didn't bring 'em here because I didn't want to have to
take care of 'em. I'd rather ride three bulls in a row than starch another
pair of Wranglers. Okay, fellas, I'm in!"

* * * *

"Sir, I thought you said no one else would know," Billy said nervously to
Rick, who joined him at the counter in the corner of the room where he was
stacking used dishes after the diners had left.

"That was the plan, but things have changed and I decided we needed some
help," Rick replied. "Dave's the only one of us who can keep a watch on you
in those accounting classes, we're also going to need help other times."

"But sir, I thought ..." Billy replied, before Rick frowned and cut him
off.

"First you just needed me to be the boss," he said, his tone firm. "Then it
was doing things for Bart, Karl, and Jack. Then you told me you were queer,
and then it was me taking your father's place, which is extra duty. And the
masturbation."

"But sir, I promised not to go doing anything," Billy protested. "And it's
impossible to masturbate anyway!"

"It was right on the edge to have you wandering around campus by yourself,"
Rick answered. "But with everything you told me, you can't be alone, and I
had to bring on Dave to spread the extra work around." Billy hadn't counted
on this being the result of his confession, now wondering what he'd gotten
himself into. But he was trapped, given what Rick had on him.

"Does Dave know all about me, dad?" Billy asked.

"Yep, all of it," Rick replied. "That was what I decided."

"Yes sir," he replied, glumly. "I just thought you weren't going to tell
anyone else."

"I told you there would be changes, and this is one of them," Rick
said. "If I think I need to make a change, that's what I'll do. I will
always have a reason, and you can ask me why, but it's my decision to
make. Understood?"

"Yes sir," he replied. "I just didn't expect it, that's all."

"You were the one who wanted to be treated like you are in junior high
school. Now, when you were that age, did you think about sex and
masturbate?"

"No sir," he answered. "I know I shouldn't have done it, but none of that
happened until I was in high school, dad."

"Kids and sex don't mix," Rick said. "They didn't mix for you, and you have
asked to be treated that way. You told me and your father that you don't
want to be able to back out, and you turned down three chances to call it
off, correct?"

"Yes sir," Billy replied.

"If you thought that telling me you're queer would mean that you'd get
dicked and called names, well, that's not how it'll work," Rick
said. "You've still got the plumbing of a Man, so that still has to be
drained, but you will have to behave according to how you have asked to be
treated. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," he replied quietly.

"Now don't worry, little man. I'm happy with how you're doing, especially
at dinner tonight," Rick said, his voice now tender. "And don't worry about
Dave. He's not going to be telling anyone about you unless he clears it
with me, and the same goes for the rest of them."

Billy brightened.

"Now look me in the eye, little fella," Rick said. "I thought you deserved
to know why I decided to add Dave. But there'll be plenty of other times
when my answer will be 'because I said so.' Now you just do your
job. You're going to be the best little man you can be, and leave the rest
your new dad. Got it?"

"Yes sir," he replied. "I will do my best, dad."

* * * *

The group, now five, met for lunch a couple days later, and Rick spoke
about Billy and how to treat him.

"Okay, fellas, I'm gonna let the cat out of the bag here," he said. "We all
have to take a psych class for the distribution requirement. The colonel in
charge of the ROTC program teaches it. Billy and I are in it together, and
it's really interesting. In the first month, the guy talked about power and
dominance.

"He thinks it's behind a whole lot of how the world works. He says most
women are wired to please Men, and most Men are wired to run things. But
it's not always true. About one-third of Men are wired to be commanded, and
maybe 10% of them are hard-core about it, and 10% of women are that way."

"I don't know about the numbers, but yeah, it makes sense with Billy," Bart
replied. "That guy's a born and raised servant, that's for sure."

"So I went to the colonel's office and told him there was a guy in my dorm
who sounds like he's in that 10%, and that some other guys and me were
wondering what to do," Rick said. "He said it depended on what the other
guys wanted out of it. I said we like having liked having a servant, but we
wanted to treat him right."

"Did ya tell him about everything?" Jack asked, chuckling.

"Not all of it, but I did tell him about the cage and Billy wanting to be
treated like a kid," Rick said. "He says Billy's the most submissive male
he's ever heard of outside of a prison. He said the cage is a kind of
castration but more effective because it's not permanent and is a constant
reminder of what he is and what he's not.

"And wanting to be treated like a kid is him wanting to be powerless
because a father has all the power. He said my job is to act like a father
and be his boss and his protector, and that your job is to go along with
all of it and not crush him."

"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense," Karl said.

"He says the big thing is for me to make sure that Billy knows that he's
getting what he asked for," Rick continued. "He said to tell my friends to
lay off any insults even if he wants them, and to go the other way."

"So there's a method to the madness, then," Jack said with a chuckle. "Now
I really get it, brother! Or should I say dad?"

Rick smiled at the group.

"One more thing, guys," he said. "Billy's just going to be treated like a
kid, but he's still a man and queer as all get-out. I've told him that
little kids and sex don't mix, so there'll be no stiff dicking him for
quite a while. All smiles, all praise, but no sex including talking about
it. Trust me, it'll drive him nuts in the best possible way."

Jack laughed at the remark.

"Sounds like you want him all to yourself," he said, smiling.

"Don't worry, big guy," Rick said. "You'll get plenty of dick time in, just
not until next year. As for me, I'm still thinking it over."

* * * *

The semester would be ending in a month, but the team made a couple of
changes that put at least one of the ROTC guys in every class and every
study group. One of them walked him between classes, and he ate every meal
with one or more of them every day. Rick gave him a curfew of 9 p.m., with
lights out at 10, unless he had permission to be up later and had an
escort. If he wanted to study at the library, he had to find one of the
five to go with him.

They kept the conversations light and friendly, and offered much praise for
his work and for his clothes. Bart and Rick handled the weekly "cleaning
out the pipes," doing so as a matter of maintenance. They used two gloved
fingers inside, pressing on his prostate, and a thumb massaging between his
rectum and testicles, all while casually talking among themselves about
school-related things.

Wherever he went, he was under someone's watchful eye, and he clung to
it. His new position, being treated as much younger, gave him a certain
mental freedom to look up to them, and at them when he could.

The Men were perfectly aware of the looks, but they never called him any
names, and in fact went in the opposite direction. It was clear to Billy
that they might as well be doing it, something that only made him more
eager to please them.