Date: Fri, 5 Feb 2021 16:15:36 -0500 From: kinksub82@gmail.com Subject: Owning the RA - Ch. 2 If everyone could please show your support with contributions to keep the archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a gay, authoritarian story based in college. This story is overwhelmingly fiction, but some aspects are based on the submissive's life. In general, the story is a fantasy it wishes had happened. The submissive did serve as an RA pre-social media, etc., but is moving this story up to current time to take advantage of technology, etc. This chapter is more about set up with a lot more to come. Please send me feedback about my story at kinksub82@gmail.com. At this point I begin to panic. I also look down and realize that my tiny cock is straining in the cage after that video. I hit play and watch it again. After the video finishes a second time, I look at the clock my computer...10:57 a.m. What the fuck am I going to do? Chapter 2 I realize this is a simple misunderstanding. We all had our fun last night, but rational minds will prevail in the morning. I wait until 11, throw on a t-shirt and shorts, and go and knock-on Chris and Nick's door. "Hey guys it's Paul. Can we talk?" I ask. I don't hear anything at first. Then the door suddenly flies open with an angry Chris behind it. ::SLAP:: While slapping me hard across the face Chris yells, "WHAT THE FUCK FAGGOT? WHAT WAS CONFUSING ABOUT THE VIDEO WE SENT?!? YOU NEVER KNOCK ON OUR DOOR AGAIN!!! You will be punished for this, but in the meantime, you have one chance to do what you were told. At this point Chris slams the door in my face. I'm lost for words and don't understand what's happening, but I resign myself to do what I have to do. I strip my clothes and kneel at the door. I take the time to look at the cage more closely. Having watched a lot of chastity porn and almost purchased my own cage a number of times I recognize the cage as a pink, Baby Cobra cage. Not sure about the ring size, but the cage itself is super comfortable given my tiny cock. Forty-five minutes in and my knees hurt like hell and I want to stand up so badly, but I don't want another slap, so I try to focus on anything else. I spend some time on my phone including talking to subs on Twitter about their Cobra cages. Eventually my legs lose feelings which makes it a little easier. Around 12:30 the door opens, and a naked Nick appears. "It seems that Chris's conversation got your head right, faggot," Nick says. Now, open your mouth." Not wanting to experience more punishment I open my mouth and Nick drops his soft cock in. Assuming he wants a blowjob, I start to suck. "Stop moving faggot. I'll tell it when I want it to work my cock," says Nick. I'm confused by him calling me "it," but I stop sucking and hold still. All the sudden it hits me literally and figuratively as Nick lets loose a stream of strong, morning piss. The piss smells like rotten eggs and the taste are both acidic and bitter. It makes me wonder why I thought I'd be into this kink in the first place. As it's my first time drinking piss, I choke and cough causing piss to get on Nick and one the floor. Nick stops his steams and slaps me hard across the face. "RA fag wants to be a pissfag, so it better get used to this. You get one more chance to swallow this piss or you'll be sorry. Now open your faggot mouth." I channel all my ability to swallow all of his piss this time without spilling a drop. "Much better faggot. Now lick what you spilled off me," orders Nick. After I finish licking, Nick says, "Now lick that piss off the floor faggot." At which point he closes the door leaving me there. Literally at a loss for words, I bend down and lick the piss from the floor while trying not to think about how gross the floor probably is. Somehow licking it off the floor makes the piss taste better. What has my life become already? I'm locked in chastity, sucked my roommates off repeatedly with them having video of it, and took my first piss from the tap while licking it from the floor. About 30 painful minutes later the door opens again this time with Chris. "My turn urinal fag. Open!" yells Chris while immediately letting his morning piss flow. This time I'm more ready and swallow without spilling, burping piss at the end. "Great job, faggot. You've already learned our first expectation for you. You're our urinal whenever we want you and, soon enough, you'll be a urinal for many, many other real men." "Chris, can we talk?" I ask. Chris slaps me across the face again. "You will never use my fucking name again, faggot!" yells Chris. Since this was all my idea, I will now be Master, and Nick will be Sir. Do you understand fag?" "Yes Master," I respond begrudgingly. "Now come in. We need to talk about how this is going to go," says Nick. I stand up and begin to walk in the room. Nick steps towards me and kicks me in the balls. I double over, cry out in pain, and begin to cry. "No one told you to stand up, faggot. You are never allowed to stand in our room, bitch. You can stand in your room and outside the suite, but nowhere else. Got it?" asks Nick. "Yea," I stammer. :SLAP: "What did you not understand from before, urinal? I am Sir and Chris is Master. So, what do you say?" Nick asks leadingly. "Yes Sir," I respond. "Much better," said Nick. "Get over here and get on my dick, faggot," demands Chris from the futon. I crawl over and begin to suck Chris's cock. Nick plops down next to him and, like last night, grabs my hair and pulls my mouth on his hardening cock. Chris begins talking while I go back and forth between their cocks. "Nick was a year ahead of me as you know and in my freshman year of high school, I caught this guy checking out my dick in the bathroom while I pissed. Almost like in a porn I asked if he liked what he saw and he tried to deny looking. I knew he was a fag, so I stopped pissing, pushed him to his knees, and then emptied my bladder and balls into him right in the middle of the bathroom. As you will learn, over the next four years Nick and I both expanded our skills of owning and using fags. He wasn't our only fag during high school but ended up being our best." "We were both sad to leave him when we came to college," said Nick. "But we knew we'd find a new fag eventually. We didn't think it would be in our room. Guess we're just lucky, Chris." "You better believe it, Nick! Now get ready for my nut, faggot," says Chris. I realize that this will be my first time swallowing Chris's cum without being high. Chris unloads a huge morning load barely partially down my throat and also in my mouth. I savor the taste and consistency. Chris's load tastes thick and sweet, coating my throat on the way down. Just as Chris finishes, Nick pulls me onto his cock to swallow. "Uhhhhhh fuck yea, fag! Eat my load!" Nick blurts out. Nick's load, like his piss is a bit more bitter and less thick. Not that I'm complaining. Swallowing my second load of the morning has me feeling proud for some reason. I start to pull off his cock. "Stay right there, urinal," Nick orders as he releases his bladder of piss into my mouth for the second time of the morning. Whoever said that the first piss of the morning is the worst definitely lied because this round is even stronger and more bitter. I swallow Nick's piss as quick as I can and end up not spilling a drop. After finishing Nick's piss, I say, "Master, Sir, can I ask a question?" "No, you may not, faggot, but you can listen," Chris says. "We're giving you a one-time opportunity to get out of this, fag, so listen close. You have two options for next steps and your decision must be made by 11:59 p.m. today. Option one, you write an email to all your fellow RAs and all of your bosses stating that you are the worst RA, you let your students do what they want, and you have drunk and smoked with your residents in the building. You also go onto all your social media and confess to being a submissive bottom ready for use by real, Alpha men. And to top it off, since we cloned your phone last night, we will text all your contacts a video of you smoking and sucking last night," says Chris. Nick jumps in, "You have to be punished for knocking on the door earlier, using Chris's name, and walking into the room upright. You also have to show your commitment to serving us. So, option two, you have until 11:59 p.m. so like 10 hours to find three guys to meet you in an academic building on campus. At the very least they must record you drinking their piss, sucking their cocks, and taking their cum however they want. You must be naked, and the cage must be visible in the video. You have the option to wear this and you must be wearing this!" Nick brings out a hood and butt plug. The hood was the optional and the plug required. Having never used either I was immediately anxious. "We've sent you a like to a Google Drive where you should upload the videos if you choose this option. And we REALLY hope you choose this option," Nick adds. I start to open my mouth to speak. "Don't speak, fag. You don't want to do that," says Chris. "You've got a lot to think about. One way or the other, we will see you back here tonight at midnight. Either show us that you sent the email and posted on social media OR we will check the Google Drive and expect to see the videos of you getting used like the fag we all know you are," says Nick. Chris and Nick stand up, get dressed, and go to get food, leaving me kneeling on their floor. I crawl back over to my room, close the door, and begin to cry. How the fuck did I get here? What am I going to do? Why the fuck is my cock hard in the cage? Sitting on the floor of my room I begin to think about how much I've dreamt about this, how much I fantasized about it while jerking off...when I could. But am I ready for that fantasy to become reality? Can I really give up my job and life in such a public way? Almost on cue, my phone chimes with a new Grindr notification. I open the app, look at the message and it's a hard, Black cock with a message, "Meet me in the 4th floor library bathroom, fag." The profile is blank with "DL" as the headline. What caught me off-guard was being called "fag" on Grindr because it had never happened before. I flip to my profile and am shocked to find that Chris and Nick had changed my headline and bio. My profile pic, which had been my torso, is now a pic of my same Cobra cage. But my headline and bio are the crazier changes. My headline now says, "Owned f*g" and my bio states, "New f*g, ready to serve as a cumdump and urinal for real men. Public+ Owners require videos of its service. Don't worry about my nub because I'm locked in chastity." My jaw hits the ground, and another message comes in. "You coming, faggot? My bladder is full and this dick ain't sucking itself." Without thinking, I toss on my t-shirt and shorts with no underwear and respond with, "OMW." End of chapter two...