Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2021 22:10:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: M
Subject: Bankruptcy 101 Chapter 3

INTRODUCTION. It should be obvious that the following is nothing but
fiction which has no literary value.  The people and situations depicted
exist only in the demented imagination of the author.  This story is a
history of the future.  Although the events are yet to happen, they are
related in the past tense by someone who will have lived them -- in other
words, this is complete fantasy.


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Chapter 3 -- the college experience


Finally it was moving day.  Jon spent a week doing nothing else but
preparing William's clothes and other possessions.  When the Jennings
Conglomerate truck was packed, Jon was told to get in the back with
William's other possessions, and handcuffed to a ring hanging from the
wall.  Just before the door was closed, William had a look to make sure
the truck had been properly arranged so that his clothes did not tear,
his furniture did not get scratched, his electronics did not get damaged,
or that his slave was not too comfortable.  William unzipped the jump
suit and noticed that Jon was not wearing anything underneath.  "Did
anyone think that this slave is going to be standing here, bouncing
around, for the entire trip, probably pissing like a racehorse before the
truck gets to the college.  My things will smell like a hog lot."  One
of the moving company supervisors apologized for the oversight and
suggested a solution.  "Mr. Jennings, I'll insert a catheter and let it
drain into a sealed container.  That will protect your belongings."
William agreed to the solution.  After the tube was inserted into Jon's
cock, it was secured with tape.  To prevent Jon from removing the tube,
both of his hands were cuffed to the ring on the wall.


The door was slammed shut and locked, and Jon stood for the five hour
ride to the college.  About half way, the diver and his helper, pulled
into a truck stop to relieve themselves and eat some lunch.  Jon was not
allowed to exit the truck which was now becoming hot and stuffy because
it was parked in the sun.  When they returned to the truck, the driver
hit the side of the truck with his hand and hollered, "are you okay in
there shithead?"  Jon replied "Yes sir, I am."  "Do you want
something to eat or drink," the driver asked.  "Thank you sir, I
would," said Jon.  "That's too fucking bad, because I don't have he
key to the lock on the door, and I don't really give a fuck what you
want anyway," said the driver.  The driver and his helper laughed, got
back in the cab and drove on to the college.


Instead of a dorm room or a fraternity house, William moved into a
penthouse on the 25th floor of the Jennings engineering building.  Jon
was immediately put to work carrying William's luggage to the
apartment.  All across the campus, leased servants were seen carrying
luggage, furniture, and electronic equipment into the their masters' new
living quarters.  Most slaves wore only tight fitting shorts, and a few
were forced to work fully naked.  Free students stood around talking
among themselves and barking orders to their slaves.  The sounds of whips
whooshing and snapping followed by yelps were hear everywhere.


On the first weekend, various student organizations announced the first
slave games of the year.   During the days when slaves were leased as
well as after the bankruptcy laws were fully amended, college kids really
enjoyed entering their slaves in sporting events.  Sporting events were
held on weekends and evenings so there were plenty of opportunities for
the students to push their slaves to the limits of their endurance.
Slaves were seldom told what contests they had been entered until minutes
before the start of the game.  Although the slave was the one competing,
it was the winner's master who would bask in the glory of victory, and
the slaves who suffered the consequences of a loss.


Some of the rich kids leased boys who excelled in sports rather than
academics, and who were expected to win trophies for their masters.  Jock
slaves, as they were known, were confined in jails built in the campus
gyms.  The jocks were kept busy from morning to night lifting weights,
swimming, and running so that all their muscles were fully developed.
When they weren't in class, the masters would visit the jail gyms and
watch their boys being trained.  On weekends, usually beginning Friday
afternoon, the jock slaves were entered into several games.  Before the
games, boys were displayed so that students wanting to place bets could
evaluate the prospects.  The jocks were expected to flex and pose for any
student who wanted to examine them, and the threat of a jolt with an
electric prod insured good performance.


One of the most popular sports involved harnessing a slave, or a team of
slaves, to an impossibly heavy concrete slab and force him/them to pull
it as far as possible.  Most slaves were lucky if they could budge the
slab a few inches, but a student skillful with a whip or electric prod
could usually persuade the slave(s) to pull the slab as much as a foot.
The master who could drive a slave(s) to pull the slab the farthest would
be big man on campus.  Sometimes, the winning slaves would be allowed to
fuck the losers.


A popular weekend sport, especially in states where rodeos were common,
was to make a group of slaves run out of a gate, and be chased by
masters, either riding horses or a motorcycles.  The slaves would be the
target for the master to rope, or sometimes shoot with a taser dart.
When the slaves were caught -- as they always were -- they would be drug
to a fire where branding irons were being heated so that the day's event
would be memorialized with a brand on the slaves chest or butt cheek.


A good sport was hitching the boys to pony carts and race them around a
track.


Another good sport to watch what became known as horseback riding. A
devise would be constructed with a sturdy but narrow beam with a butt
plug projecting upward.  The boy would be positioned on top of the butt
plug.  His legs would be tied together so that he was unable to
dismount.  The boy's arms were tied to ropes suspended from above.  The
boy could either sit on the butt plug or hold himself up with the ropes.
A good trick was to equip the butt plug with some electricity so that it
would send a shock to the boy encouraging him to pull himself off the
plug, but after a while his arms would fatigue and he would slide back
onto the plug.  After just a short time, another shock and he would pull
himself up again.  After just a while, enough fatigue would set in so
that the boy would bounce up and down to the delight of the onlookers.
Boys who would put on a good show were kept on a horse for several
hours.  These devises were common sights in bars and recreation room at
college dorms.


Several fraternity houses had a large metal plate either in front of the
house, or by the swimming pool where the students relaxed.  One of the
slaves would be ordered to stand on the plate which could be heated
gradually.  As the plate became warmer, the slave would lift first one
foot then the other, and soon would be dancing up and down which the
students always enjoyed watching.


Lots of campuses were located on large, picturesque estates in rural
areas. Once or twice a year a fraternity would sponsor a "fox hunt".
Masters from all over campus could enter their boys and from those
entered, one would be chosen to be the fox.  Early in the morning on the
day of the hunt, boys would lined up for some sort of contest.  For
example, they might be told to jack off - not knowing that the boy who
shot a load first, or last, would be the fox that day.  Often it was
known in advance who the fox would be and the "contests" simply a means
to keep the boys anxious so they would grateful they were not the fox
that particular day.  Once the fox was chosen and released, he had three
or four hours to run and hide after which hunting dogs would be set loose
followed by students riding horses or motor bikes. When the dogs got the
scent of the fox, they would get excited and begin to bark like crazy.
Once on the boy's trail the dogs were relentless.  Usually the dogs
would corner a boy 5 or 6 minutes before the students arrived.  During
that time, the dogs would bite and tear chucks of flesh from the boy's
arms, legs and ass.  Once the hunters arrived, the dogs would be called
off but would be allowed to chase the boy back to the fraternity house.
If the boy didn't run fast enough, the dogs would be allowed to provide
incentive.  Back at the fraternity house, the boy was chained just out of
reach of the dogs that would be allowed to torment the boy for several
hours.  Needless to say nothing was more frightening than for a boy to be
informed that he would be the fox on the day of the hunt -- or even that
he might be the fox for an upcoming hunt.  On the other hand, the
students found fox hunts to be great fun -- there was always lots of food
and drink and the boys who were not chosen were used happy to spend the
day sucking cock or just entertaining their masters anyway they could.


After a weekend of party going at which William showed his boy to all his
friends, William decided to go to dinner with an old buddy and left Jon
locked in the penthouse with a list of chores to do.  When he finished
everything, Jon decided to look through the college catalog laying on
Williams desk.


When William returned, he decided to give Jon a good spanking, just for
the fun of it.  Jon first had to stand with his hands against the wall
while William used a thin leather belt.  After about ten strokes, Jon was
told to lay across William's knee for more hand spanking.  It's wasn't
long before William was ready for a blow job.


After William had Jon serve him a beer, Jon asked for permission to speak
to his master.  Jon explained that the catalog described some really
interesting programs.  Jon said that if William would permit it, Jon
would make sure that William graduated with an engineering degree that
would be really helpful when William assumed the leadership of the
conglomerate.  "I'll make sure your graduate with the highest honors,
master.  I would love to study bio engineering which would also be useful
to you.  If you'll let me, I'll make sure that these next four years
are very valuable to you."


When William talked to his father, Mr. Jennings was quite impressed.
"Well, I've put a lot of money into that school, I think you should get
as much out of it as you can. We leased the smartest boy in your high
school class, and we shouldn't waste him.  I say, take one semester at a
time, and make that little shit works his ass off for you.  Any time you
get less than a perfect grade, make sure he suffers the consequences."


The next morning, William enrolled in a full load of courses for both
himself and Jon.  Because of his status as a leased student, Jon was not
able to enter the library, but because William was a Jennings, Jon could
order any material from the library and it was promptly delivered to the
penthouse.  William recorded all his lectures and Jon made sure that all
papers were impeccable.  Jon prepared William for every test.  At the end
of the semester, William's grades were all A plus and the professors
wrote glowing letters to his father.  Jon, of course, received grades
that were barely above passing, but Jon made sure that his work would
have received high grades had he been a free student.


In addition to doing all of William's assignments and research papers,
Jon did all the cleaning, cooking and laundry for William.  Every morning
and every evening, Jon showered William, and at the least hint that
William wanted him to, Jon was on his knees to let William shoot a load
into his mouth or up his ass.  If Jon made the least mistake doing any of
his chores, or didn't do something fast enough to please William, Jon
received William's full anger, usually in the form of several slaps
across his face.  Frequently, Jon had to strip naked so that William
could swat him with a thin leather whip.  If William had friends in, Jon
would be told to get naked and show them how hard is dick could get.
William never got tired of telling the story of Jon's performance the
night of the sales show or the next day standing next to his dad.    In
other words, no matter how hard Jon worked to help William get his
education, Jon was never allowed to forget that he was William's
property.


Time flew by,  William was number one  in his class and was elected class
president.  On the last week before graduation, Mr. Jennings paid a visit
to the penthouse, and over dinner at which Jon was allowed to sit at the
table, Mr. Jennings said:  "Well, I have to say that I am really happy
with how these four yeas have gone.  William, I want you to begin to
manage our west coast factories.  Jon, will you consider remaining here
and getting your masters, and eventual doctorate?  The President of the
University, has all of your files and assures me that your degree will be
upgraded and your grades revised, as though you had been a paying student
all along.


Well, this chapter didn't end quite the way the author expected it
would, but sometimes stories take on a life of their own.  So much for
William Jennings, III and Jon.  The following chapters will relate
stories of life after the bankruptcy laws were amended in their final
form.


-- To be continued.