Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2023 19:55:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Gay Man Subject: Taught A Humiliating Lesson Part 11: End Game Mr. Simm, and Hello George Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers eighteen years old or older. All rights reserved. No part of the story can be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author. And pay attention; if you enjoy these stories (you know what I mean), then take that sticky hand of yours and send a few bucks to Nifty. Go to Nifty Archive Alliance Donation NOTE TO READERS: I love feedback, so please send comments or any perverted thoughts, ideas, or pictures to my nude Twitter account, @nakedpervyinla, or email nakedinla@yahoo.com. Taught A Humiliating Lesson Part 11: End Game Mr. Simm, and Hello George By Thomas Sinclair Last time we saw poor Mr. Simm, he was being led out of the courthouse. Now an official slave. He's heading back to the school where he was a respected teacher, but no more. He's got friends there and people (colleagues and students) who are clearly on his side, but as time goes by, that will fade. As of now, he's walking stark naked, cuffed, and heading to the public square to be humiliatingly shaved. The guard yanks on Simm's chain. He brings him to a display area on the front lawn of the courthouse. This is where they humiliate prisoners or slaves. There's a special area just for this. What's the point of humiliating them if people can't see it, right? The guard leans in and gives Mr. Simm some advice... "Listen buddy, you do what the attendant and everyone else tells you to do and you're not gonna have any problems. But if you fight us on this you will be castrated... right here in public." He grabs Simm's cock and balls and pull really hard. These words sink in deep. He understands. He's seen and protested against this treatment, but he knows it's enough to keep him obedient. He barely has any fight left anyway. They approach an attendant there. He's young, around 25 years old and dressed like one of the guards. He's handed some paperwork. Guard "Last name Simm." The attendant reviews the paperwork. Attendant "Oh my, what a shame. Such nice hair. Last name is Simm?" Mr. Simm seems out of it. Attendant "I know it's overwhelming sweetie, you can just nod." Mr. Simm nods. Attendant "OK, this way. Stand on the circle, hands out, and legs spread. Just work with me, and it will go very easy." Simm stands in the circle on the ground. Legs spread. Balls dangling. His head is down in total shame. Finally, he looks up to see if anyone is watching, and they are. He sees a crowd forming around him. It's a show for people to enjoy. He sees some friends he knows. He sees some students. Some look horrified, and some look excited. And the show begins... Attendant: "On your knees, slave." Mr. Simm does what he's told. The attendant grabs electric clippers and begins the shaving process. BUZZZZZ Mr. Simm hears it as he looks down. He feels the metal on his head. He feels the shaver taking off his beautiful hair, and he sees it hit the ground in a clump. Then more... and more. The crowd starts cheering and applauding. After a few minutes, Simm's hair is gone. He's told to stand and does so. Full-on naked. On display. Everyone is watching and taking pictures. Attendant "Hands on head and keep them there." He does what he's told. The attendant then shaves his armpits. After that, he changes some of the equipment and starts to work on his pubes. Everything falls to the ground. So much hair. Simm feels even more naked than before, if that's possible. He's feeling it everywhere. He realizes he may never be clothed again. As the attendant grabs his balls, Simm starts getting erect again. Attendant "Oh, slave, you have a nice dick. What a shame." The attendant grabs his dick, and as he's shaving around it, he's stroking him just for fun. "Put on a good show for them stud." Simm's not looking at the crowd, but he hears laughter. Attendant "Hands off of your head and bend over ass facing the street." Simm does what he's told. His ass is now facing the people watching. Attendant "Spread your cheeks so I can get in there." Simm humiliatingly grabs his ass cheeks and spreads them, and now he feels the air on his exposed asshole. More laughter. More pictures. The attendant shaves his ass, though there's not much there to begin with. Attendant "OK, slave, stand up, hands on your side." Simm does what he's told. "We're all done. See, that wasn't so bad." Then... "Oh, wait, I almost forgot the eyebrows. Simm's heart sinks even more... Attendant "Stand still, slave." He goes on to shave off his eyebrows. Now he looks completely different. He's muscular, toned, and beautiful, but he's still a hairless freak. He no longer looks like a free man, and that's the point. Attendant "Don't worry, slave, your new owners can decide if you have the right to have hair. But they have to get you like a bouncing baby slave." He laughs. Attendant "OK, slave, stay here; I'll be right back with the bucket." The attendant walks away, and Simm stands there naked, hairless, facing a crowd of people staring at him, laughing, making jokes, taunting him, recording on their phones... "Hey, look at the naked slave. That's what you get for disrespecting our society. You're a freak." Simm tries not to look, but he hears someone talking nearby. It's Ethan's old teacher, Mr. Barcona, and his young students. Student "What are they doing to him?" Barcona "You see, the slave is being prepared for delivery to his new life. They have to shave him, empty him, and make him pure in a way for his new owners to do what they want with him." The attendant returns with a bottle. Student "Can we feel this one too?" Attendant "I'm sorry, kids, he is property now." They're all disappointed. But if you want to see him do something, let me know. Maybe we can have him perform a trick for you." Student "Can he call me sir and say I'm better than him?" The attendant yanks on Simm's chain. "Slave, call your superior sir." Simm looks at the boy... "Yes sir. You are better than me, sir." The boy smiles. Another kid asks, "Can he bow down to me?" Attendant "Slave, bow down to your superior." Simm gets down on his knees and bows down to the ground in front of the boy." Student "Kiss my shoes." Attendant "You heard what your superior said, slave." Simm bends further down and kisses the boy's tennis shoes. He kisses over and over again as all the kids laugh. Attendant "OK, that's enough. We have work to do kids. You can keep watching, but you better stand back there might be some splashback. Slave, stand up, and bend over the railing." Simm knows what's coming next. He bends over a rail and braces himself. The attendant turns on a hose and is about to give Simm a public cleaning of his insides. An enema. The attendant slides the front of the hose in, then turns on the water. Simm feels his colon filling up. The attendant pulls out... "Slave hold it for as long as you can. Then relieve yourself in the slave bucket. Do you understand? Simm, "Yes, sir." Simm feels the pressure building up. 10 seconds. 20 seconds. The crowd starts chanting, "Go, go, go, go." His degradation is a game. Then he finally has to relieve the pressure, and let's go into the slave bucket." It feels great and embarrassing as the crowd cheers and laughs. They do it a few more times. When that's done... Attendant "Now empty your bladder in there as well." Sims aims his dick for the bucket, pisses, and relieves himself. Attendant "Slave empty your shame into the drain, put the bucket down, then prepare to be hosed down." Simm does what he's told. After emptying the contents of the bucket, he stands at attention as he gets hosed down and scrubbed with soap. The water is still warm, luckily. He's being bathed, naked, for everyone to watch. Attendant "Hands on your head. Simm does what he's told. The warm water is kind to his dick, which flops down nicely. The attendant dries Simm down with a towel, then takes out a special bottle of oil and starts to rub it all over his skin. Attendant "We have to have you as pretty as possible. You're going to notice some extra sensitivity, but don't worry, that's normal." As he oils him down and rubs it all over his body, Simm actually feels the effect; his skin feels more alive. He actually feels good for a moment. The attendant grabs Simm's penis and balls and oils them up. He gets to his ass, and without being told, Simm bends over and spreads his cheeks like the obedient slave that he is now. The attendant is impressed. "Oh, this boy likes it." The attendant oils his asshole and sticks his finer inside just for fun. Once he's done, the attendant orders him to "stand there slave, stretch your arms out, and let the oil sink in and settle. You'll feel a nice, happy sensation. Your skin will tingle." And there he is. Presenting himself to the world... arms out and no hiding. A brand new, cleaned-up naked slave ready to be picked up. Simm looks down and didn't even realize he was fully erect. His hard penis feels amazing. The show is finished. Simm's prepared for his new life. The attendant puts a collar around his neck and a chain and attaches it to a ring on the side of the courthouse to be picked up by his new owner, Taylor. Attendant "Wait here. The coder will work on you, and then your owner will come get you. You know what will happen if you run... snip." He uses his finger like a pair of scissors on his dick. The attendant walks off. A half-hour later, Simm is still there. A dodgy-looking dude covered in tattoos comes up with machinery. He puts down a chair and gets his equipment ready. He's a tattooist. Tattooist "So what do you want? A butterfly? ... Mom? A heart?" He laughs to himself. "Sorry, I love that joke. Now lay on the ground on your back, spread your legs, and move your balls out of the way." Simm does what he's told. He's spread eagle on the ground, obeying this stranger because he has no choice. The tattooist starts working on Simm's inner leg near his balls. It's a bar code. Simm has to just accept the pain. Later: It's all done. It's late in the day. Simm stands there still. Totally wiped out. How can he live like this? No one is watching him anymore. He's just a chained-up slave. An animal. Like a horse in the old west, waiting for his owner to come and take him home. Finally, Taylor shows up. He looks cocky, and he honestly has the right to be now. He won. Dressed nice. When Simm sees him coming up in his clothes and sunglasses, he realizes how he already misses the right to wear clothing. Simm sees the shirt he wishes he could wear. Shoes and socks. Pants. Anything. Taylor walks up, takes off his glasses, and looks at his new slave. No words are spoken. Taylor reaches out and touches Simm's chest. Simm recoils back. Taylor check him out like being delivered a new car. Taylor continues to caress his new toy. He feels his smooth chest, rubs his hand over Simm's bald head and feels the smoothness of it. He feels where his eyebrows were. He lifts Simm's arms one at a time, looking at his hairless armpits. He turns Simm around and feels the contours of his shoulders, back, and down to his ass. There in public Simm is inspected. There is nothing to hide. But no one's even watching anymore because no one cares. Taylor pushes Simm forward and feels his clean, hairless, oiled-up hole. He sticks his finger slightly inside. He slaps Simm on the butt. Taylor "You're so much better than I imagined. I mean that, Mr. Simm. You're a beautiful slave." Taylor takes his finger that was just in his ass and brings it to Simm's lips. Simm obediently opens his mouth and sucks on it. Taylor "Well done, Mr. Simm, it's been a crazy few days for you I guess. I have to be honest, Mr. Simm, I feel kind of bad. But you did it to yourself. People warned you. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you're the best slave I've ever owned. Dad had a bunch at the house growing up. They were good, but none of them looked like you. Or were as intelligent. You're too good for this, I know, but what's done is done. You're mine now." Taylor pulls his finger from Simm's mouth. He grabs Simm's head, pulls it down, and kisses his bald head. Taylor undoes the chain and walks Simm like a dog. Taylor "Come on boy." Simm follows all the way to Taylor's truck in the parking lot. Walking the street as a slave for the first time. Leashed. Fully nude. Taylor "I parked a few blocks away." They walk down a regular storefront street. These are places Simm used to shop and eat at. Simm feels the wind on his naked body. It feels different. Stronger. His skin is tingling everywhere. He starts to get hard again. His skin is feeling super heightened from the oil treatment. He's raging hard walking in public. It's an amazing sight. He walks by parents with kids, looking at the naked slave. Everyone sees Simm's hard dick bouncing around. No one's offended. To them, it's like seeing a dog. Taylor "That stuff they put on you really makes you feel good, right? I think it's to make the transition a little easier for you slaves." Simm keeps walking, silent, and hard. His big dick bounces left to right. Bang bang bang. Taylor "You really do have nice meat on your man. I think that stuff makes you bigger." A little while later, Taylor pulls into the school. Simm can't believe it as he goes through the main entrance like this: a naked slave. He's dreading everything, but because of the medicated oil, it also feels good. Taylor parks. He goes to the back door, opens it, and grabs the chain leash. Taylor "Come on boy." Simm steps out of the car onto his old college, where he was a professor just a few days ago. He is naked, hairless, and leashed. Taylor walks Simm through the ins and outs of the school and down public paths. His dick gets hard again. It's like Taylor is showing off his new prize. Everyone goes about their day as they pass him by, literally and figuratively, looking on and then getting back to studying and getting to their next classes. Simm's head is bowed down. Embarrassed. But the truth is, people probably don't even recognize him. He's naked and hairless in public as a slave. If you didn't know what already happened, you would never suspect he's one of your favorite professors. If you did know, you still wouldn't recognize him because he looks so different. Maybe it's better to be unrecognizable. Simm begins to think about what he would be doing just a few days before... maybe driving home. Maybe in the gym with his friends. Maybe grading papers. It's all gone. His clothes, his apartment, his possessions, his life. Walking around naked, exposed, and subservient reminds him of that even more. Simm is led into the administration building and into the registration office. There's a young male clerk working the desk. Clerk "How can I help you?" Taylor "I'm here to register my new slave." Clerk "Is this a personal slave?" Taylor "Personal and for use in the frat." The clerk takes out a scanner and comes around the front. He's looking over the slave. The clerk manhandles Simm looking for the barcode. He grabs his dick and balls, moving them around. Clerk "They usually put it here. Ah, there it is. Oh, brand new I see. You're going to have to take care of that so it doesn't get infected." He scans Simm. The clerk moves Simm's hard dick out of the way. The touch of the clerk's hand feels really good to Simm. He lets out a little moan. It's official now. In the books for the school. Simm has gone from professor to frat slave. Clerk "You have to renew him every year." Taylor "Thanks." Taylor yanks the chain, and they head off to the frat. Coming through the door, though, is Professor Morris, Simm's old friend and basketball buddy. Morris sees Simm and keeps moving forward, not even realizing it's him. Then he stops and turns back. Morris "Oh my God..." Simm turns around to look his old friend in the face. Naked. Shaved. Hard. Exposed for good. Morris reaches out to touch Simm's head... (to Taylor) "You mind?" Taylor "Go for it." Morris feels the smooth top of Simm's head. He feels Simm's forehead where his eyebrows were. He feels down his chest and to where his pubes used to be. He grabs his friend's hard dick and caresses it just for a moment. Morris does this to feel superior to Simm. It's empowering to touch a slave. "They do good work." Morris "Don't worry, old friend. There's nothing to be ashamed of anymore. Be proud." Morris playfully slaps Simm's dick. "You know they already gave me your office. So much useless stuff in there. Maybe I'll keep a few things. Donate the rest." Morris to Taylor "He's gonna be living on campus now?" Taylor "Yeah at the frat." Morris "You mind lending him to me now and then? Wouldn't mind trying some basketball with him sometimes. Maybe use him for one of the faculty functions. I think everyone would appreciate him still helping out as a waiter or something." Taylor "Yeah, of course. I can do you a favor, and... you know, vice versa." Morris "Yeah, don't worry. I take care of my friends. You play b-ball? Maybe join sometimes in the gym." Taylor "Yeah, that would be cool." As Simm's status has crashed, Taylor's has elevated. Morris pats Simm on the ass. Morris "See you later." Simm stands there, humiliated, watching Taylor take over his friends and life. And he still has an erection. Taylor moves Simm into the hallway, still with the erection. It doesn't matter anymore. Simm is walked down a path in the school. Erect still. He feels the environment around him on his skin. His dick is even more sensitive. Suddenly, Taylor stops and sits on a bench. Simm just stands there, looking at his master. Taylor "My feet are killing me, man. I had tennis early this morning. I had a science lab that lasted an hour and did a 5-mile run with the frat pledges. Man, you should have seen those twirps running in nothing but mini skirts and boas. (he laughs), though I bet you would love a mini skirt right now. Sorry, I'm actually not trying to be a jerk. Just talking. I talk a lot. You're going to have to get used to that. You know what? Can you take off my shoes and socks and give me a little massage? Oh my God, listen to me; I'm an idiot. I didn't mean that as a question. Take off my sneaker and socks and start rubbing Mr. Simm." Simm gets down and removes Taylor's sneakers and then his socks. Then he starts massaging Taylor's feet. Right there in public. Taylor "Yeah, that's good." Simm keeps rubbing. Taylor "You know what? Give them a little kiss." While Taylor was being honest, and he actually feels a little bad for Simm; he also used to have slaves and knows you need to establish public dominance. Simm leans in and kisses his feet. Taylor "Suck on the big toe. I love that." Simm opens up and sucks on his toe as some of his former students walk by. Taylor "Dude, you're so fucking good. It's gonna be nice having you this year." He looks over Simm with new respect, ironically. Taylor "You're still as hard as a rock man. I know what you need. Don't be shy. I want you to stand up and jerk off for your master. Simm can't believe it. He honestly thinks Taylor thinks he's doing him a favor. But this is how slaves are treated. Humiliation after being a slave doesn't exist. It's just a part of life. So Simm stands up in the middle of the beautiful school scenery, grabs his hard dick, and starts to jerk off. Taylor barely watches as he's texting on his phone and snaps a few pictures. Taylor "When you shoot, you better get it all in your hand, then I want you to eat it. I don't have a towel or anything." Simm then starts to feel the release coming and finally shoots his load. It's pretty huge. He makes sure to collect it all in his hands, then voraciously licks it all up. Taylor "That's a good man. I bet that feels better. You're welcome." Taylor pats Simm on his bald head. Taylor "Now get my shoes and socks on. We gotta get to your new home." A few minutes later, Taylor leads Simm into the FRAT HOUSE... Simm's been here before, of course but not like this. When they get inside, most of the frat is there in the living room, waiting like a surprise party. Taylor brings in Simm. Taylor "Stand at attention slave." Simm stands taller. Presents himself fully naked to the boys. They all burst into applause and cheers. Taylor "I told you I would get this guy as our slave, didn't I? Ok guys, so here are the rules. He's my slave. I take priority. But he's also a frat slave. We all have a right to him. He sleeps in the slave box under the stairs. You need him for any study sessions or, in the middle of the night, maybe some oral lessons after a date with a beta that doesn't want to open up (everyone laughs), or even tutoring. You have to sign up for him. He's our live-in maid. He's going to do the dishes. Clean the bathroom. He's our sex slave. He's our piss slave. Our toilet. Our live-in teacher. College life is tough, but now we have something that'll make it a little more bearable as we work our asses off. Or his. (They all laugh again.) He pushes Simm forward to stand before his new masters. Taylor "Hands on your head show everyone. Be proud." Simm has hands on head. Stand tall. Dick hard throbbing again. He's in a daze. Just one thing: you can't hurt it. He's my property, and the frat's, and very valuable. And we can't have everyone grab it all at the same time. So if you really need him for something important, remember... you've got to sign up, or he's first come, first served. And another thing: we can't keep calling our slave Mr. Simm. It implies he's equal to or better than us. So I was thinking about it, and I'm renaming him George. Just George." All the frat boys start chanting "George... George... George..." over and over. Simm stands there... George stands there, lost and gone; he's not even Simm anymore. The next few weeks are dizzying... -Simm (now George) naked in the frat kitchen, washing all the dishes. As he does, frat boys come in and out of the kitchen to grab food or drinks. A few drop some stuff in the sink for him to clean. George stands there naked hands wet washing dishes for these students he knows he's better than. He looks out the window and sees the freedom he wants but it's out of reach. Every frat boy he sees fully clothed makes him feel his nakedness even more. -George on his knees, cleaning one of the frat bathrooms. He has the look of a drone. It's like he's in a trance. As he washes the floor around the toilet, a nude frat boy comes in and pisses right next to him. A mist of urine hits his face. He's used to it already. It's part of his life now. The frat boy pats George on the head. Another boy in a towel is shaving at the sink. "Dude you got piss on George." He removes his towel... he's naked underneath and wipes George's head. "Sorry George some of these guys don't have manners." He throws the towel playfully at the other frat bro. The two start joking around throwing towels. George just stays there by the toilet. He flushes then keeps cleaning. -There's a function at the college... for faculty and staff. It takes place in a nice outside area. Lights displayed. Catered food on tables. Simm was usually at these things. He was always one of the highlights for people. He told great stories. Women wanted to be near him. He was charming and handsome and smart. Not anymore. Morris is there dressed in a nice suit. Plus many other faculty and important people are there. And then there's George, naked, still shaved, serving everyone drinks. He's amongst his former colleagues and now he's nothing. He carries a tray with glasses of wine on it. It's embarrassing but at least the tray feels like come cover for him. Morris, and a woman who used to lust after Mr. Simm, both take a glass from his tray. They're in a deep conversation, something George would normally join in discussion. But he's just there as a waiter. She checks George's naked body. She smirks. "What a waste." Morris "Knowing how horny college boys are I bet he's not being wasted." They both laugh. The dean of the college 50's scholarly, starts to speak. "Hello everyone. I want to thank you all for another good year. I know you all work hard and it's a pleasure to celebrate our hard work with some cheap wine and small snacks every now and then." Everyone laughs. "Oh can the slave what's his new name George? Can George come up here? George didn't think anything could get him more embarrassed but here it is. George is manhandled and pushed forward, someone grab his tray... now he has nothing... fully naked he stands next to the dean his former boss and in front of his former colleagues. Dean "I know we've had some major disruptions recently but I think Mr. Simm I mean George here would agree while the system isn't perfect, it still shows that civility still rules the day. He put his arm around naked George. So everyone please enjoy the rest of the evening." George can't believe they call this civil. Some time later that night, Morris grabs George who is serving a small tray of food. Morris "Follow me, my old friend." Morris leads George to a dark corner behind some large bushes. Morris "I've been working on Trisha all night. She's just not taking the bait. She keeps looking at you. I know it's not your fault but I'm so fucking horny right now." Morris unzips his pants and pushes George down on his knees. He sticks his dick in George's face. Without saying anything George opens up and sucks Morris' dick. Morris keeps a lookout, even though it's allowed since George was on loan. George works on his dick. Morris grabs his head on both sides and uses George's mouth like a fleshlight. After a few minutes he finally shoots down George's throat. He thrusts hard into his old friends face getting the last shots of his cum out. It's a bit uncouth, but it got the job done. Morris is relaxed. "That's a good boy. Now go back to work." -George in a large lecture room in front of a medical class. He stands naked, still smooth. Behind him on the board is the theme of the class (Male Genital and Rectal Exams). George stands with his hands by his side. No gown. No cover. The teacher (a former friend of Simm's) he walks next to George. There's an examination table there as well and supplies for the procedure. "Class, as you know there are some experiences you cant get with books. It's important you are aware what your patients will be going through and how you will perform with an actual example. I will perform the exam for you and then each one of you will get a chance to try it yourselves." The teacher grabs George's balls and examines them. He feels around. It's uncomfortable for George and embarrassing. He checks every part of his testicles and ball sack and groin. Then the teacher examines his penis. He opens the piss slit and does a full on genital examination. He explains it all to the class and this goes on for 5-6 minutes. Then he orders George on the examination table. George, looks completely deflated. He climbs up on the table and gets on all fours and bends over. The teacher proceeds to give him a prostate exam. George's hole is facing the class. The teacher lubes up his hole and finger and examines George's hole then prostate. Teacher "Normally you would talk calmly to your patient to make them feel better and not embarrassed. This is a slave who doesn't feel shame but most free people do. You want them to be at ease not just for them but it makes the exam easier on you." The entire thing lasts about 10 minutes... but now the class of 20 students are all going to have their turn examining George. They go up to George in pairs. While one group goes up the rest of the class watches or studies. One by one each student feels George's testicles and balls. They are all young and new and it hurts. They know when they make a mistake and George moans in pain. They all reach into his ass. The amount of discomfort and shame George is feeling is off the charts. For 3 hours George is fondles, stroked, grabbed and has fingers inserted into his ass. The whole time he never says a word. He's a prop. When it's all over the class is dismissed. George is given a small towel to wipe his ass. He squats and wipes clean as the kids pass him by. -Inside a frat boy's bed room: George is naked, laying on the floor under jimmy's desk as he's sucking on Jimmy's feet as he works on his computer on a paper. George licks his toes, kisses, and massages with his hands and tongue. No words are exchanged. George knows what to do. He's been doing this all afternoon with very few pee breaks. When that happens George has to raise his hand. That's the sign he needs to go to the bathroom. Speak only when spoken to. George heads out the bedroom door, down the stairs, and through the kitchen and into the backyard. He passes a few frat boys lounging in the back. He walks far from the house towards the woods. Like a dog he only allowed to defecate and pee outside. He stands there and pees. He looks at the woods like a place of freedom but he know he can't. Punishment would be severe. The few frat bros out on the deck watch George. "What if we had George drink his own piss? Then he wouldn't need to go. Other frat bro "You're an idiot he still has to piss at some point." First bro "oh yeah." George walks passed them on the way back to Taylor. Bro 1 "How's it hanging George? Oh wait never mind I can see for myself." Both bros laugh. George has no response just keeps walking. A few minutes later he's back under Jimmy's desk sucking away at his toes. -George naked at one of the frat's crazy parties on display... he's being used as target practice for a drinking game. Frat boys and girls bounce ping pong balls and try to hit the red bull's-eye drawn on George's chest. Frat bro 1 hit's the middle and drinks and everyone cheers. -Taylor in the library at school. George, on his knees under the table. George pulls out Taylor's dick, puts it in his mouth, and closes his lips around it. We think he's going to blow him, but George starts swallowing. Taylor relieves himself down George's throat. So much easier doing that than for Taylor than getting up and going to the bathroom. He's got his own urinal. George drinks every drop. Piss piss piss... swallow swallow swallow. Taylor's dick lays on his tongue inside his mouth. Not a drop spilled. -A typical night in Taylor's room. It's 3 a.m. Taylor's exhausted. He's naked in bed. George kneels on the bed sucking Taylor's dick up and down gently. This is a nightly ritual before Taylor falls asleep. George is a cum dump. George sucks and sucks, trying to get his master to explode. Like an emotionless machine. Suck, suck, up, down, up, down, over and over. Minute after minute. George has to do this for however long it takes... 5 minutes or an hour. Whatever is needed. He keeps going until his master tells him enough. Taylor grabs the back of George's head and pushes him down on his dick. Then Taylor shoots his load down George's throat. Taylor moans really loudly. George swallows everything. Taylor "good boy." Taylor is wiped out... it no longer matters if George is anymore. Taylor turns over and falls asleep without giving George another thought. George knows what to do... he walks out of the room and down the stairs with his head down, he's accepted that he has to try and take pride at being a good slave because that's all he has now. George moves towards his slave box under the stairs. A tiny room with a small cushion for him to sleep on like a dog. George lies there. He thinks about his new life and whether he has the strength to endure it all. He's about to pass out when someone opens his door. It's a frat boy. "Hey George I need some help with my project. And then a blow job. Come on." George gets up and follows the frat boy... his new life. ............... TWO YEARS LATER........... In front of the frat house, they're having a hazing ritual for the new pledges. The leader of the frat is no longer Taylor; he's graduated. The new leader is a good-looking frat brother named Bernie. Trim, latin, 6'1, 175... typically cute frat boy. He's tough and demanding. There's a line of ten cute 18 to 20-year-old boys bent over. They're all wearing red jock straps and covered in whipped cream. Standing next to Bernie is George (he's still there), still completely naked. He's skinnier than before, but he has pure muscle and is toned. They've kept him in good shape. He's been allowed to grow eyebrows and a short buzz cut, so he looks more normal now than in his early slave days. He looks pretty hot. He's standing there naked outside, holding a paddle. None of these kids even remember George's previous, respectable life. He's just a slave, or George. Bernie "When George here hits that ass of yours, you are going to yell out, Alpha Betas are the best sir. You got that?" The eight-half naked frat pledges all yes out, "Yes, sir." George obediently goes down the line, SLAP, and the boy says, "Alpha Betas are the best, sir." One after the other, they all do the same thing. When we get to the last boy, he smacks the pledge, and George can't see who it is, but it's actually Ethan. "Alpha Betas are the best, sir." To be humiliatingly continued?... Note: Want more? Feel free to send comments to Twitter @nakedpervyinla and see me and maybe some others naked, or email nakedinla@yahoo.com.