Sex Pot Chapter 6

The Sex Pot

(A Poker Game Story)

Randy MacAnus

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Chapter 6

It was now Monday morning. For the first time since enslaving himself to us, Freddy would be attending classes. And for the first time since he stripped in front of his former dorm mates on Saturday, he would need to wear clothes. The University didn't have a formal dress code for students in classes, but we were pretty sure total nudity would be frowned upon. Bummer, huh?

So we would have to settle for nearly naked. I called the two professors who had fucked him at the Bar-B-Que the day before. We didn't want Freddy to cause an uproar in their classes, but we wanted him to be as humiliated and vulnerable as possible.

Both professors liked the idea of Freddy in a cut-off T-shirt that showed off his abs, and a pair of tight running shorts at least a size too small. Shoes were required, so Freddy would be wearing a pair of slip-on sneakers, with white ankle socks. Too much would show, if we slit the shorts to the waistband again. But he would not have any underwear, so his cock cage would show prominently through the thin shorts.

We had originally planned on letting our hot teen slave wear a turtleneck to hide his stainless steel slave collar. But he was due for punishment, due to his unauthorized orgasm at the party. So his collar, and therefore, his status in life would be exposed for all to see.

We didn't want our boy being raped, (unless we were being paid for it,) so after he cleaned himself out that morning, in went the locking butt plug. This one was designed to stimulate the prostate, so Freddy would be horned up all day. We figured the resulting body language would act as an advertisement for his services. Plus, there was a good chance he'd be dripping pre-cum into his shorts! With no underwear, the resulting wet spot would add to his humiliation.

I decided to fuck with his head a little bit. When the time came to take him to the campus for his classes, we walked him out to the van leashed, with hands bound to his collar, and buck naked. He panicked, of course. That was the whole point. I wanted him to balk for two reasons. First, I wanted Freddy to reach a point where he would always automatically submit. Second, by balking, he would set himself up for more punishment!

When we walked through the garage, and didn't stop for clothes, he froze right in the middle of the driveway. Previously, he'd moved to the van as quickly as we would let him. But this time, he knew he was going to class. He was shaking like a leaf, standing in the middle of the driveway, when William and Monster came out for their morning walk.

Monster came bounding over, with his tail wagging, literally dragging a smiling William with him! Freddy didn't know what to do! Monster started licking Freddy's balls, which got our little stud moving toward the van. I hadn't expected this. I figured Freddy would object, guaranteeing more punishment. But our boy considered Monster a more immediate problem, and headed for the van.

Monster casually trotted after our naked teen, sticking his nose in the boy's ass. Monster got a delightful squeak out of Freddy, when he licked the kid's sore butthole with his rough tongue. A laughing William finally managed to rein Monster in, as Freddy threw himself into the back of the van.

“I think Monster likes your boy!” chuckled William.

“So it would seem,” I said, grinning back. “I can't imagine why!”

As William and Monster continued their walk, the six of us piled into the van. Two in front, and four in the back with Freddy. Freddy was shaking like a leaf. So I asked him if anything was wrong.

“I'm naked, and you're taking me to school! Please tell me you're not going to make me attend classes naked!”

“Well, you do have punishment coming. You had an unapproved orgasm yesterday!”

“Aw crap! I forgot about that! Couldn't you just whip me or something?”

Interesting. Much more concerned about humiliation, than pain. I would definitely remember that!

“Suppose we let you wear just enough to keep from getting arrested and expelled.”

“Would that include a turtleneck to cover my collar?”

“Not a chance. You're being punished, remember?”

“But then people will know!”

“What better advertisement for your services? Did you think your classmates would never find out about your new status? Heck, some of them are going to be customers. At the very least, you have to work off your IOUs. That could take years. And your former dorm mates, who've already fucked you, aren't going to keep that incident a secret. Some have probably spread the word already. And then we will be renting you out to that fraternity...”

Freddy groaned in dismay. The four of us grinned in delight.

Finally, Freddy accepted the fact that his cute pout wasn't ever going to change our minds. As we drove, our naked little stud looked around, and a thought occurred to him.

“But where are the clothes I'm going to wear?!”

“You don't own anything we'd let you appear in. So, before we take you to your first class, we are going shopping at the mall.”

“You guys are just going to go in and buy something for me? Don't I get a say in what I wear?”

“You don't get a say in anything, boy. You need to get over your rich boy privilege real quick, or the punishments are going to get nasty! But I tell you what. Since you want to be part of the shopping experience, you will be coming into the mall with us.”

“But what will I wear?!”

“What you're wearing now.”

“But I'm not wearing anything! I'm buck naked!”

“Nonsense. You're wearing your slave collar, your wrist and ankle cuffs, your locking butt plug, and your cock cage. And if you start giving us a hard time, that's all you'll be wearing when you go to class. Tell you what, though. Because we're such nice guys, we will enter the mall through the delivery entrance. You'll be seen, but only by delivery people and mall employees—at least until we enter the mall proper. And just a reminder. If you're a bad boy, I can shock you through your collar.”

I never get tired of that cute little whimper Freddy has. What Freddy didn't know was that nearly all of the mall delivery department's staff, and all of the Mall security, were University students, working to put themselves through school. And, having been at school for over three years, we knew most of them. So we weren't worried about our little stud getting arrested.

And at this early hour, there would be very few customers in the mall. Plus, as this was rush season for the fraternities, mall customers and employees wouldn't be surprised to see a naked college boy. They'd just enjoy the view and not interfere. That wouldn't reduce Freddy's humiliation or terror, of course. And he didn't know any of this. So this was going to be a fun morning!

We pulled into a parking space next to the loading dock. Mike and George were up front. They got out to talk to the dock foreman. Freddy couldn't see any of this. The back of the van didn't have any windows.

After some muffled conversation, I could hear the foreman laughing his ass off, and recognized the voice. He was a 23 year old graduate student that we saw routinely at the local leather bar. Total top, so we'd never played with him. But we had sometimes shared a bitch with him in the bar's dungeon. Very skilled, and if you didn't know him, very intimidating.

No one in town knew his real name. Everyone just called him Bull. Bull had played middle linebacker when he was an undergrad. 6 feet 4 inches and 230 pounds of pure muscle. Bull was a proud black man, with a handsome face, a shaved head, and a glare that could buckle your knees. He also had a warm beautiful smile and a heart of gold, when he wasn't in Master mode. In regular company his intelligence and humor shone through. In Master mode, he could be downright terrifying! No one fucked with Bull.

From the laugh, I knew Bull was looking forward to this. I just hoped Mike and George hadn't given our boy to him for free. I needed to make my money back! We opened the back doors of the van, and yanked on Freddy's leash. He reluctantly stepped out of the van, his wrists still locked to the back of his collar.

Freddy looked up, and there in front of him, arms folded across his massive chest, was Bull. Bull was wearing a muscle Tee, cargo shorts, work boots, and socks. His massive meat was clearly visible through the shorts, in part because Bull always went commando.

Freddy took one look into those glaring brown eyes and his knees buckled! Well, Freddy certainly wasn't the first person that happened to! Our naked teen looked up in awe at the sight. He found he couldn't look away and he couldn't get up off his knees.

We found out later that prior to college, Freddy had never even met a person of color. There weren't any in his boarding school, and his father didn't employ any at his estate. In talking with our boy, we came to the conclusion that Freddy and his family weren't overtly racist. It was more that they only interacted with the very rich, and their servants. And the small Montana town they called home, didn't actually have any black residents.

They didn't think of people of color as inferior. They didn't think of them at all. But Freddy, it turns out, tended to be afraid of what he wasn't familiar with. So he was a little intimidated when he was around people who were, poor, or black, or gay, or female, or... you get the idea!

There were only a few black young men in the dorm he had lived in, and he had avoided them, along with those who were clearly gay, or big and muscular. And the reason was, he was afraid to offend. He had no idea how to talk to these people, without possibly pissing them off, and getting punched out. If it had not been for his gambling addiction, and his panic at losing all his money to us, he would have run out the door the instant he found out we were a group of gay and bi guys!

Now, he found himself stark naked, bound, and on his knees facing a gay, muscular, poor (from Freddy's view, we were all poor,) black man. And the big man was glaring at him. Bull walked up to our naked, kneeling little stud, until his cargo shorts were touching our boy's face. Freddy was too terrified to take the hint.

So Bull casually unbuttoned his fly, and pulled out his 8 inch man rammer, and big black balls. He rubbed his junk on the boy's face. Freddy just looked up at the man in awe. And, probably without his realizing it, our naked teen's mouth was open. So Bull moved his hips to line up his cock with that inviting hole, and slowly slid that mass of meat into our awestruck little sex slave's mouth.

Bull locked eyes with Freddy, and gave him a warning look as his big black cock slowly disappeared into the stunned boy's mouth. Freddy finally got the idea. He wrapped those sweet lips around the massive pole and began sucking and tonguing as if his life depended on it. Bull would never have hurt him. After all, he was our property. Plus, underneath the intimidating exterior, Bull was a sweetheart.

But Freddy didn't know that, of course. And we weren't going to tell him! Where would be the fun in that? Bull put his big hands behind Freddy's head, and pulled him down onto his massive, pulsing rod. Our little stud, had had plenty of practice being throat fucked in the last few days, or Bull might have represented a much more significant problem for him. Even so, the boy was gagging some, and clearly struggling to keep his teeth covered.

The six of us stood there and watched our naked little teen on his knees in a public parking area, his hands cuffed behind his head, struggling to take a big black cock down his throat for the first time. Mike snapped a few pictures for his scrap book, as Bull looked up at all of us and grinned.

Several of the college students who worked for Bull, came out into the parking area to enjoy the show. When they asked to join in, we had to tell them no. The boy needed to get some clothes and go to class, so there would only be time for Bull. But I gave them each a card, with my email on it, so they could schedule an appointment, if they were willing to pay.

I could see the relief in Freddy's eyes, when he heard it would only be Bull this morning! When he heard that, Freddy re-doubled his efforts, and got Bull off quicker than Bull had intended. I knew Bull would make him pay for that at some later date.

After Bull had covered Freddy's face in cum, we led our naked slave into the mall, to the applause and cheering of the college students working on the loading dock. As we walked through the employee-only hallway, from the loading dock, to the main part of the mall, Freddy was whimpering like a puppy. But he didn't fight us. He was learning. Whether he was simply learning to be completely submissive, or was actually starting to trust us, I wasn't sure. I made a note to myself to find out later.

It was 7:00 am, and nearly everything was closed except the bagel place in the food court, which was frequented by employees this time of the morning. However, there were a few stores, that would let you in to shop, on an appointment only basis. One of them was a sportswear store. I had made an appointment the previous evening, so we were good to go.

“Needless to say, Slave, the cost of the clothes we buy you today, will be added to what you owe.”

Freddy sighed, but didn't object. As we led him by his leash past the food court. Those enjoying their bagels and coffee voiced their approval of the hot little teen being led on a leash, buck naked, with his wrists bound to the stainless steel collar around his neck. I could tell by our boy's intense blushing, that he still hadn't grown used to these public displays of nudity. This pleased my friends and me greatly. We all gave Freddy big grins, as the mall employees gave our little stud a big round of applause.

As we entered the mall, I texted the store manager, so he was waiting to let us in when we arrived. Some of the mall employees brought along their bagels and coffee to watch the proceedings through the store window. No doubt about it, a naked Freddy was an entertaining attraction everywhere he went!

When I made the appointment, I included what we were looking for, and Freddy's sizes. I also mentioned, that if the manager had a tailor on call that could make alterations, that we wanted the seams replaced with Velcro, for quick and easy removal. We were delighted to find that four pairs of shorts and four muscle shirts had been altered the evening before, and were ready for Freddy.

The muscle shirts were compression shirts, a size too small. They would show off our slave's wonderful definition, even through the fabric. They had also been trimmed and hemmed so that they came down only to the bottom of our boy's rib cage. His slender frame was on display from there, all the way down to the top of the four pairs of low rise running shorts.

The shorts would make a Dallas Cheerleader blush. Most of the defined Vee that led to his junk was exposed. The shorts rode super low on his hips. Had he not been wearing a cock cage, and had he gotten hard, his little dick would probably have peeked out of the top of the shorts!

Also exposed was the very top of his ass, with just a tiny bit of his butt cheeks showing. The shorts were tight enough to run up his crack. So even through the thin material, that fantastic ass was on display.

No self respecting rent boy would have worn the outfit, outside of working hours. But I suspect they'd be happy to wear these outfits when working the street! They were incredibly slutty, and smokin' hot!! Just to make sure there was no doubt as to Freddy's status, we chose what we felt were appropriate colors.

One set was black, one baby blue, one pink, and one lavender. The black was for 'formal occasions' and BDSM scenes. The other three were for classes, and the few other times that we would be allowing Freddy to wear anything at all. To match each outfit, the manager had found slip-on girl sneakers that would fit our boy, in all the appropriate colors. And since Freddy would ultimately be paying for all of this, (with interest) I didn't care about the expense.

To my delight, Freddy was not amused. In fact, we got to hear that wonderful whimper again. The people outside the store window cheered as our slave was made to try on each outfit. We found it was impossible for him to put the shorts and shirts on in the conventional way. So the Velcro was a very practical addition. We pulled the shirts and shorts apart, and put them together around his lithe frame.

Needless to say, we were all copping feels the whole time, amusing the crowd, and utterly humiliating Freddy. And since his arms were still locked to the back of his collar, everyone could see he had no pit hair. Given Freddy's terror of humiliation, I suspected he would not be raising his hand very often in class.

Freddy begged us not to make him wear the pink outfit to class. I decided to cut him some slack. We settled on the lavender. We would save the pink outfit for future punishment days. Freddy shuddered at the thought of future punishment. And then he actually thanked us for our consideration. This, from a kid who never thanked anyone for anything. Who knows, by the time we're done with him, he may actually be sort of like a human!

So, dressed in his lovely lavender outfit, collared and leashed, Freddy meekly followed us out of the mall. The crowd cheered, and some of the guys and a couple of the girls gave him butt slaps as he walked by. The embarrassment made his face blush pink. The color went nicely with his lavender ensemble!

We piled into the van and headed for school. On the way to Freddy's class, we dropped off Mike and George at the library to do some research. We are still students, after all. Freddy wanted to just go up to his class without us. That wasn't going to happen. We didn't want to miss out on the pleasure of seeing the reactions of his classmates, and the further humiliation of Freddy.

Plus, I suspected that left alone, Freddy would have run off and hidden for the day. We would have known, of course. There was a GPS locator in his collar. But I was determined to see him stay in school. I didn't want to be responsible for him not getting his education. And on the practical side, if he flunked out, his father would know, and at some point we would lose our little toy—quite possibly before he'd payed off his debt to me!

His first class was taught by one of the professors who'd fucked him at the party, the day before. We walked our little stud to the front of the class. Most of the class had not heard about our boy's change in status. Some had.

You could tell the two groups apart easily. The ones who didn't know gasped and stared, as we led our lavender clad toy to the front of the class. Those who knew, were grinning, and quietly making snarky remarks to each other. Interestingly, there wasn't any outright laughter. Perhaps they didn't want to miss what we had to say.

I had to tug a bit on the leash, but not as much as I had expected. Our little hunk had begun to resign himself to the ongoing humiliation. I'm sure if he could have called Daddy to pay off his debts, he'd have done it in a heartbeat. But it was clear he was far more terrified of Daddy knowing about his gambling, than he was about the public humiliation.

The Professor gave me a slight nod. I took that as permission to speak to the class. They were all Freshmen, and didn't know us. So while we had a reputation as leather tops among the upper class men, we were unknown to this group. We wouldn't be for long!

I tugged on Freddy's leash, leading him to the professor's podium. Freddy would have loved to stand behind it, of course. And of course that didn't happen. The two of us stood in front of it. I ordered my hot teen slave to stand in the display position. He reluctantly spread his legs to shoulder width. His wrists were still attached to the back of his collar.

His outfit was so form fitting, that his cock cage, and each beautiful muscle could be clearly discerned, The boy was shaking, but managed to hold position. The class settled down, and was ready to listen. So I explained the situation.

“Good morning. You may be curious to know why your classmate Freddy, is dressed like a gay hooker. Especially, as he is neither gay, nor a hooker. I won't bore you with all the details, but Freddy has a gambling addiction, and got himself in serious debt to me, and to some very bad people. He came to me to bail him out of trouble, before the loan shark he borrowed from, broke his kneecaps.”

“Now, as it happens, my housemates and I, who are seniors, are all gay or bi leather tops. So we decided if we were going to save his ass from the loan shark, he would have to make that ass available to us, and anyone we chose to lend or rent him to. He agreed. In writing and on video. His kneecaps were more important to him than his dignity.”

“Freddy is functioning as our indentured servant. That's like being a temporary slave. It is a contractual arrangement, whereby he remains under our control, until he has paid back every penny he owes us, plus interest. By the way, you don't want to lend this boy money. He's a deadbeat.”

“If you already have an IOU from him, you can cash it in for the opportunity to use him sexually. If that doesn't interest you, then sell the note to someone who wants to use him. It's the only way you'll get any money back. Freddy is straight, but is rapidly becoming a very good cocksucker and pussy boy.”

“Freddy is not a whore. Every dime paid for his services goes to me. As he is not being paid to perform sexual favors, he is not a whore under the laws of this state. When he comes to class, he has a locking butt plug in his ass, so there is no way to use that fantastic butt, without arranging it with me or my housemates.”

“He is wearing a cock cage, as a means of assuring he won't try to skip out on his debt. As the cage keeps his cock soft and out of reach, it also gives him motivation to take dick up his ass. That is the only way he has of getting any sexual stimulation.”

“We estimate that it will take at least two years for him to pay off his debt, and likely a lot longer. And while my housemates and I fully intend to enjoy his body and the humiliation we cause him during that time, we are also hoping that going through this experience will help him get control of his gambling addiction. Until he came to us, he had never had to suffer any consequences for his actions. As you can see, that has changed.”

“Most of the time, we keep him naked, but school rules, as relaxed as they are, do not permit nudity in class. So, we have these special outfits for him. As you can see, they don't leave a lot to the imagination. And while Freddy has been used exclusively by men up until now, if any of you young ladies own a strap-on, and would like to use it on this amazing ass, just let us know. Freddy, turn around, so everyone can see your ass.”

Our lavender clad teen looked at me with startled, pleading eyes. But the warning look on my face convinced him to immediately comply. Blushing furiously, Freddy turned around and resumed the display position.

I continued my little talk. “Freddy has cards in his backpack with my contact information. He is required to give you one, if you ask for it.”

“We would appreciate it if you don't harass him too much. He still needs to focus on his school work, and keep his grades up. He won't be available to any of us, if he flunks out. And trust me, he's getting all the humiliation he needs.”

This comment broke the tension in the room and generated a good deal of laughter. It also led to a dozen students to ask for my card directly—including a goth girl, with an evil grin on her face! I was also handed a note from a cute freshman, asking if we wanted him as a weekend slave to play with. Needless to say, I kept the note!

I went to each of his classes and made the same speech. The Professors who'd used Freddy over the weekend, were nice enough to let all his teachers know in advance, what was up. All of them were pissed off at Freddy for his sense of privilege and bad attitude, so none objected to his special clothes or my explanation of his new status. In fact, two of them asked for my card! I had a feeling that our little twink slave was in for some hate fucking!

When we left Freddy's last class, there was a line of six boys waiting for us. Freddy blushed bright red, when he saw those boys leering at him!

Freddy was trembling, which pleased all of us. The combination of his physical beauty, his vulnerability, given his new circumstances, and the fact that he had managed to piss off everyone there at one time or another, meant no one had the least bit of sympathy for him. In fact, everyone was eagerly awaiting his submission and humiliation! Well, everyone except Freddy.

Despite the fact that Freddy was clearly turned on by submission, humiliation and pain, it was equally clear that the total lack of control over his situation didn't just excite him, it also terrified him. And he knew that he had years of this in front of him, and no guarantee that he would ever be freed.

We had told him that if he became too high maintenance, or too slow to earn the money (plus interest) he owed, that we reserved the right to sell him to the highest bidder. That knowledge kept him obedient and motivated. He knew things could get a whole lot worse for him, if he were a bad boy!

One of the professors who had fucked him the day before offered his classroom for the festivities, now that school was over for the day. We all went into the classroom, then closed the door. We collected the boys' phones, to ensure there would be no unauthorized pictures. We didn't want Freddy's father seeing his son being spit roasted on the web! We also wanted to protect the identities of the boys who would be using him. Teens don't always give thought to their futures.

I looked at Freddie, with my head cocked to one side. He got the message, and assumed the display position. I checked to see if any of the boys would be interested in undressing Freddy and playing with that amazing body, as he remained on display. All six were interested!

I re-locked our whore's wrists to his collar, and let the boys have their fun. To make things more manageable, the boys played with Freddy two at a time. The first pair slowly removed his shirt, by undoing the Velcro seams. As the two sides fell away, revealing that slender defined torso, the boys slowly ran their hands everywhere above his waistline. They paid particular attention to his nipples, twisting and sucking them, and penetrating his mouth with deep wet kisses. When Freddy began to moan they backed off and turned our boy over to the second pair.

After the first pair had their fun with his body, the second pair removed his tight little shorts as slowly as his shirt had been removed. They stroked, squeezed and pinched all the fun parts, leading to more moaning. By now, Freddy's cute caged dick was throbbing and dripping. I had hopes he might cum, and face further punishment!

I gave the final pair the key to the butt plug, and while one boy was fingering Freddy's hole, and playing with his ass, the other was installing the spider gag, and hooking up the spreader bar between his legs. Utterly helpless, hyperventilating, naked, with his dick trying desperately to get hard in it's cage, Freddy was hot, helpless and horny!

He knew there would be punishment if he came, but it didn't appear he cared in the moment. He was already humping the air and moaning! The boys bent him over the Professor's desk. Three lined up for his pretty mouth and three for his hot little ass.

The first two boys entered at the same time. The boy in his mouth grabbed his head and buried his cock balls deep. The boy at the other end grabbed Freddy's hips and did the same. That was enough to get Freddy humping. He was clearly getting into being helpless and used! If we are able to keep him for all four years of his college career, he just might be hooked on cock!

One thing for sure: With all the cum he's swallowing, we're going to have to make sure he gets plenty of exercise. Unfortunately, the whole protein thing guys tell their partners is total B.S. Cum is almost pure fat, and a typical load is about 300 calories. Not a big problem a couple of times a week, but Freddy has been averaging about eight loads a day!

I decided as I watched, that Freddy would need a stationary bike, and daily swimming to maintain that defined body and avoid getting fat! Nothing wrong with being pudgy. None of the six of us were in perfect shape, thanks to the beer. But we needed Freddy to command top dollar, and that means a tight toned body—especially when submitting to straight boys, and girls with strap-ons! For them it's strictly a power trip, so the more studly the submissive the better.

Finally, the six boys had their fill, and paid in full. They dressed and moved to the classroom door—and stopped dead when they saw two Goth girls standing in the doorway, with strap-ons in their hands.

One of the boys turned to me and asked, “Can we stay and watch?”

I grinned and said, “Don't ask me, ask them.”

The boys turned to the girls with hopeful expressions on their faces. The girls laughed and one said, “Sure, if you're willing to pay for our time with the little slut.”

All six boys promptly reached in their pockets for cash, as Freddy blushed and groaned.

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