I was sitting on the bench in the locker room. I had just gotten done with
a grueling workout. I had taken off my shoes, socks, shirt and shorts and
was sitting there in my jock as I cooled down. I felt hands on my
shoulders and Bobby said, "That was a good work out. Great work. You need
to relax now with a warm shower."

I nodded my head, almost too tired to speak. Bobby's hands were working
into my shoulders. Then I felt warmth spread down my back. Like warm
water. How was he managing to pour warm water over my back and have his
hands on my shoulders? Then the fog cleared and realized he had to be
pissing on my back! I started to stand as I said, "What the fuck?"

"It's okay," he said as he pushed down on my shoulders, "it won't hurt
anything and it is good for sore muscles." I was too tired to resist. I
sat back down and the stream moved back and forth across my back. I could
smell the pungent aroma of his piss. It rolled down my back, collected on
the waistband of my jock strap and then down my ass, onto the bench, then
to the floor.

He removed his right hand from my shoulder and I felt the stream move up my
neck. He was directing the stream now with his hand. He continued to piss
up my neck and into the back of my head, soaking my hair. I started to
turn my head, until I saw his cock, with the piss streaming out of it
pointing towards my head. I didn't want to get any on my face, so I turned
back and faced forward as he continued to direct the flow. He let some
flow over my shoulder and down across my sore pecs. It began to collect in
the front of my jock soaking my pouch. It was so warm.

I had no clue what was going on, I had never been this close to another
guys cock, much less his piss. Of course I had showered with guys in the
gym and changed in the locker room, but that was it. I don't think I had
really seen another guy piss, except when I was a kid and a cousin and I
pissed in the backyard one time.

The warmth of his piss was soaking around my cock and I could feel it
stirring. I didn't want to think about it. I closed my eyes and let my
head go back as Bobby finished covering me in his piss. I could feel him
rubbing his cock in my hair when he finished.

My cock had swelled to fill my piss soaked jock. "Take it off," he
instructed. I didn't know what he meant for a moment. Then I figured it
out. He wanted me to take off my jock. I was lost in a fog. I was in
territory I had never been before.

Growing up as an only child and to a single mom, I had a lot of privacy
growing up. I guess you could say, I had led a pretty sheltered life. I
didn't have a lot of school friends growing up and during high school I had
not done a lot of sports. I had dated a couple of girls and gone to the
prom, but I hadn't scored with any of the girls. They just didn't seem to
be the right girls for me, and I didn't want to just screw anyone.

That's not to say, I wasn't horny. I discovered jacking all by myself and
didn't think anybody else did it. I managed to find a couple of playboys
and such magazines and got off on looking at naked people. To me being
naked in front of someone was humiliating and a huge turn on. So anyone I
saw naked, man or woman, I would imagine it was me, having to be naked in
front of someone. And having to get hard much less jack off, would be the
ultimate in humiliation, but also got me hard every time.

I got myself through high school jacking off, sometimes two or three times
a day. Getting naked for the showers in gym class was always a challenge.
I would see these naked guys being naked in front of other people and it
would always get me going. Not so much because they were guys, but because
they were naked in front of other people.

But I made it through high school and am now a freshman in a college. I
live on campus in a single. I just couldn't imagine sharing such a small
intimate space with another guy and having to be around him when he was
naked or have him there when I had to get naked.

I met Bobby in my history class. We got to talking and studying together.
He was this really intelligent guy and was into athletics. He finally
talked me into working out with him. He got me going on weights and
running. He was really putting me through workouts. And that is how we
ended up here in the locker room, it was about our tenth or twelfth workout
session and each seemed to be harder and more demanding than the last. At
the end of each, I could barely move.

Now Bobby was telling me to remove my jock and expose my hardening cock. I
don't know why it was swelling, probably being so close and intimate with a
naked person. I had never been this close to a naked person before. I
mean he had rubbed his cock in my hair. But, nonetheless, I reached down
and put my thumbs in the waistband of my jock and lifted up a bit off of
the bench and slid down my jock, releasing my cock. It wasn't rigid, but
it was its way. I flush red when Bobby said, "Nice one."

"Now piss on yourself," he said in a mild gentle voice. I was shocked, but
wanted to follow his instructions for some reason. I tried to relax and
concentrate to get a flow going. Finally it started, first as a couple of
drops and then a stream. It flowed up my stomach and then down into my
crotch, onto the bench and then to the floor. "Take it in your hand and
direct the stream. Cover your chest, try to get some on your face," he
directed in the same easy voice.

I took my cock in hand and started directing the stream up my stomach to my
chest and with a push of pressure; I managed to squirt myself in the face.
It went up my nose, into my eyes and across my lips. And still I continued
to piss. "Now cover your legs and feet." I moved my dick and began
covering my legs and down to my feet. I just ran out as I covered the
other foot. The odor was overpowering and yellow droplets glisten in hairs
all over my body.

"Stand up and turn around," he directed - nothing of an order, but more of
a request that you felt you must comply with. I stood and turned to look
at him. We were of the same height - 6 feet tall. I was blond and he was
dark brown hair. He had tremendous definition and I was just beginning to
develop muscle mass. His cock hung down over 2 golf ball sized balls. I
had never really looked at his cock before. He was circumcised and seemed
to be well endowed. "Now get yourself hard"

I was stunned. I had never been hard in front of another person. This was
the stuff of jerk off fantasies and dreams. Humiliation coursed through my
body and I flushed again, but I reached down and took my cock in my left
hand and began to fondle myself. I looked down to watch and he said, "No,
look me in the eyes." It didn't take much until I was rock hard, dick
angling up towards my belly, with its trail of hair from my belly button
down to my pubes.

"Move your hand away." I put my hands at my sides. As I watched his eyes,
he looked up and down my body, then walked around me and looked me up and
down. When he was behind me he said, "Now bend over and spread your ass
cheeks apart." Blushing once more I complied. I felt a finger trace down
my crack. My body trembled. "Nice. Okay stand up again." I did.

It was then that we heard voices at the front of the locker rooms. Bobby
handed me a small face towel, which I scrunched up into my crotch. "Sit
down on the bench," he instructed. I sat with the towel wadded over my
still throbbing crotch. Bobby used his foot to move my clothes over the
puddle of piss on the floor. He was still naked, but was not hard.

Two guys passed our aisle of the lockers, when Bobby called out, "Hey, Tim
and Mark. How's it going?" The 2 guys turned and came back to our aisle
and walked over to Bobby.

"Bobby, what's going on? We're just in for a bit of weight work. Looks
like you are just finishing up," the taller of the two said.

"Yes, just finishing up. Mark, Tim this is Dave. Dave is getting into the
workouts and getting with the program. He's beginning to show progress."
Bobby absently scratched his crotch as he talked, which only made my cock
twitch and swell. I was sitting here naked, with a hard on, with just a
little towel over my crotch, while two guys fully dressed stood there and
looked at me. They both reached out their hands to shake mine. I had to
remove my hand from the towel to reach up to shake theirs. I prayed the
towels wouldn't slide off while I shook hands.

"Yeah, you can see that definition is beginning to show on you, Dave. Good
work! Keep it up!" Tim said. I know I blushed again at being the focus
of attention and at his admonition to keep it up. It was still up and
wanting attention.

"Okay guys, you better get to work - looks like you need it," Bobby joked
and the guys moved off to the next aisle of the locker room. They
continued talking as they obviously were changing into their workout gear.

"Stand up," Bobby instructed. I was stunned. I still had a raging hard on
and there were guys just on the other side of the lockers. "Stand up, now,
or I'll remove your towel and call them back over." I blushed to my roots
and did what he asked. I stood up. He told me to turn and face him and to
drop the towel. I did as I was told. My cock was throbbing now and
beginning to drip.

"You really get off on this don't you?" Bobby asked as he once again
scanned my body from top to bottom. I still reeked of piss. I wondered if
the Mark and Tim had smelled it. I could only blush again - would it ever
stop - and nodded.

"No, tell me what you like." He was whispering now, trying not to be
overheard by the guys in the next row.

I stammered as I tried to talk. Then I got it together. "I like to be
nude and hard in front of someone else. I like seeing you nude. I find it
humiliating, but it gets me so hard." I whispered. I couldn't believe I
was saying my deepest darkest desires and thoughts to this guy. "I like
doing what you tell me to do. I feel so ashamed but I feel so turned on it
as well."

"Will you jack off thinking about this?" Bobby whispered again.

I looked down and nodded. "No tell me what you are going to do." He
whispered.

"I am going to jack off thinking of this." I barely whispered in and still
was looking at the floor.

"No, look at me and tell me what you want to do."

I raised my head, nearly to tears, looked him in the eyes and said, "I want
to jack off, I want you to tell me to do things. I will think of this
tonight and jack off to it." Blushing a deeper red yet, I tried not to let
the tears roll and to still the heat in my face.

"Stroke your cock right now, for me." His eyes willed me to do this. I
reached down and grasped my pulsing 7 inch cock. I wanted to fist it fast
and shoot, I was so turned on, I wanted to feel that rush. "No, slowly,
just a couple of strokes." He looked down and watched as I took two long
slow strokes of my cock.

"Now, here is what you are going to do. You are going to get dressed, no
shower. Go to your next class. Tonight at 7 pm, I am going to come to
your room. You are going to be naked and hard when you answer the door.
You are not to jack off between now and then and you are not to take a
shower. Do you understand? And don't nod. Tell me you understand and
look at me when you say it."

I looked him in the face and said, "I understand."

"Okay, then let's get dressed." I didn't know what I was going to do my
cock was so hard. I reached in and grabbed a pair of briefs and slide them
on. I tried to trap the head of my cock in the waistband. It wanted to
tent out. Bobby only looked at me and smiled. I got out my khakis and
slipped them on, trapping the head of my cock in the waistband and cinching
it tight with my belt. My cock ached and begged for attention. I hadn't
left myself in this condition, hardly ever; I would always sneak off to a
restroom or something and jack off. As I slipped on my shirt, some other
guys came into the locker room. They walked passed our aisle and on to
another one. I was still blushing knowing my cock was so hard and so
vulnerable. I managed to get my shoes and socks on. And then bent down to
get my workout clothes. They were soaked in piss. Bobby had used them to
soak up the piss on the floor.

As I picked them up, Bobby whispered, "Don't wash them. Let them dry and
you will wear them again tomorrow when we work out. I want them to be a
reminder of what you did for me." He handed be a plastic shopping bag to
put them in. Then I put them in my gym bag along with my shoes. Bobby had
dressed as well. He leaned in close to me and told me to lift my shirt. I
did and he saw my still hard cock clamped in my belt. He reached over and
squeezed it. Then he patted me on the back, "You are doing great. We just
need to keep up the work. See you at 7," he said over his shoulder as he
headed out of the gym. I grabbed my gym bag and backpack and headed out to
class.

I kept smelling myself. It would only make my cock throb more. I seemed
to wander in a daze, but ended up at my English class. I sat way in the
back away from everyone. I didn't want anyone smelling me or seeing the
rod in my pants.

I couldn't concentrate on anything in the class. I just kept replaying
what had just happened in my mind. My cock would jerk and throb in my
pants. I relived the humiliation several times in my mind, not believing I
had done those things. Never had I done anything like that. I had
imagined similar scenes, but never dreamed that it would actually happen to
me. I don't think I heard the Prof say that the class was over, but came
out of it when I heard/saw people packing up and leaving.

I carried my gym bag in front of me as I made my way back to the dorms. It
was now 5 pm and I had to wait 2 hours for Bobby to show up. I couldn't go
down to eat, not in this condition. And I didn't think it was ever going
to go down. I got to my room and wanted to grab my dick and feverishly
beat it to a climax I knew would only be seconds away.

But I couldn't, I wouldn't. I would do what Bobby asked me. I had to do
something. So I finally did what I always do when I am nervous and can't
concentrate, I wrote. I had stripped down and sat in front of my computer
and brought up word and began to type. As I recalled each detail of the
episode, I would alternate between humiliation and lust. I had wanted it
so bad and Bobby must have known just what I wanted.

My cock would drip as I typed and pulse. At one point I had to get up and
wanted to go into my shower, another advantage of a single and try to cool
myself off, but then I remembered he had instructed me not to. I had hung
my piss drenched workout clothes over the shower rod to dry. It only made
my cock throb more. I looked at the clock as I walked around the room for
about the 15th time. 6:45. 15 more minutes!

At 7 pm there was a knock on the door. I rushed to the door and as I swung
it open I said, "It's about time!" and looked up to see a pizza delivery
guy. I was stunned, shocked and blushing. I slammed the door in his face
and he knocked again. I mumbled "Just a moment," as I looked for something
to slip on. I grabbed a t-shirt and gym shorts, trapping my raging dick in
the waistband.

I opened the door and the pizza guy was still there with a grin on his
face. "I, ah, didn't, ah, order a pizza," I stammered out.

"Well, it says to deliver it here, right at 7 pm, your name is Dave?"

"Yeah, it's Dave. How much is it?"

"It is already paid for." He handed over the box. I swear he took a
glance up and down my body. "And the tip was great," he said as he grinned
again. I blushed red again. I took the pizza from him and closed the
door. I sat the pizza on my desk and there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, not wanting to open the door again.

"Billy," came the reply.

I started to open the door again, but remembered I was supposed to be naked
as I opened the door. I nearly ripped my shirt getting it off and nearly
tripped over the shorts trying to get them off of my ankles. My cock led
the way to the door. This time I didn't swing the door all the way open.
I opened it a crack and saw Bobby. He told me to open the door and step
back.

I did as he instructed and he stood with the door open for several seconds
looking at me. My heart was pounding, I was expecting some of my dorm
mates to walk by at any moment and see me standing naked and hard in my
room. He finally walked into the room and left the door open for a moment
longer. Then just as someone was walking by, he closed it.

He looked around my room, saw the pizza and said, "I see you got the pizza
I ordered."

I blushed again, "Yeah, I thought it was you and I opened the door naked
and it was the pizza guy!" He chucked at that.

"Just as I planned," as he swung off his backpack and sat it on the bed.
"So I see you are still horny and hard. Want to take care of that?"

I blushed again and looked at the floor and nodded. "No, look at me and
tell me what you want to do."

I raised my head, still red and said quietly, "I want to jack off."

"You want to jack off in front of another guy?" he asked almost
incredulously.

My cock throbbed and I think my whole body turned red as I nodded.

"You have to learn to speak to me, otherwise, I will have to punish you."

"I want to jack off in front of you." I couldn't believe I was saying
that.

"Good, that's better." He sat down on my bed, reached into his backpack
and brought out a camera.

"I am going to record you doing that. I want you doing this on film. I
want you to tell me while you jack off what you did today and what you want
me to do."

I started to protest, but he said, "You will do this because I ask you to
do this. Just like you will do whatever I ask. Isn't that right?" he said
as he pointed the camera towards me. "Tell me that."

I saw the red light go on and shivered. I was going to places I had never
imagined. I looked over to him and said, "I want to do whatever you ask me
to do."

"Good. Now will you set over there on that chair and pleasure yourself?
Will you show me how you make yourself feel good? Will you show me how you
make yourself come?"

I had learned not to nod and managed to get out a yes, as I sat down in the
chair. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my fist around my cock. "No, open
your eyes and look at me." When I opened my eyes, he said, "Now tell me
what you are thinking about as you stroke your cock."

"I am remembering what we did this afternoon."

"What did we do this afternoon?" He was talking in a lower voice than
normal as he kept the camera focus on me.

"You pissed on me, then made me piss on myself. Then you asked me to take
off my jock and get myself hard. You asked me to stroke myself in front of
you. You even examined my butt."

"How did that make you feel?"

"I was humiliated, degraded and turned on," I was pounding away on my cock,
caressing my balls with the other hand.

"Did you like it?"

"No! I mean, yes, I guess I did." My leg was shaking as I worked on my
cock; I had never felt anything like the rush, terror and thrill that was
going through me. "I am going to cum!" I don't know why I announced
that."

"Tell me what you are thinking as you cum!"

"Youuuuuuuuuuuu, meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, naked, whatever you ask!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and I shot and shot and shot. Ropes landed on my
hair, face, chin and chest. It was the most intense release I had ever
felt. I continued to stroke, feeling the sensitive head of my cock; making
me buck in the chair. Finally, I finished stroking and realized what had
just happened. I couldn't believe I had just done that and blushed again.

"Will you wipe up some of your own cum and then lick it off of your
fingers?" he asked in the same level voice he had maintained throughout.

I was in a trance, "Yes," I responded and wiped up some of the cum from my
chest, brought it to my mouth and tasted cum for the first time. It was
sweet and salty together.

"You a guy, who jacks off in front of another guy and then eats his own
cum!" he said, taking his eyes off of the camera screen and looking at me.
"How low is that?"

I lowered my head in shame, blushed again and came close to tears.

"NO! Look at me! This is what you want! You want to be debased and
humiliated. It turns you on. Isn't that right?"

I nodded without looking up.

"No, tell me and look at me."

I looked up, tears rolling down my face, "Yes, it turns me on."

"Do you want me to ask you to do more?"

"Yes." I said softly

"Will you do anything I ask?"

"Yes, I said in the same voice."

"Good. Then we have only started."

"Do you want me to ask you to do more?"

"Yes." I said softly

"Will you do anything I ask?"

"Yes," I said in the same voice.

"Good. Then we have only started."

Bobby reached into his pack and brought out a bag. He handed it to me. I
opened the bag and looked in. At first, I didn't get it. But as I pulled
the various pieces out, I figured out one - it was a bottle of lube of some
sort. I figured it was for jacking off. I had read about it and heard
about it, but had never used any. It made me blush again, remembering what
I had just done in front of Bobby.

To jack off and show him doing my most intimate thing was so beyond me.
But it hit a chord in me and made me hard and shook me to the core of my
being. I had fantasies of being naked in front of someone, but to actually
do it was so out there.

Also in the pack were a dog collar and a weird shaped plastic piece. I
mean it looked like a plug of some kind, but had no clue.

"Put the collar on. It is to remind you that you are mine, to do with as I
wish. I will determine when you have to wear it." My hand shook as I
reached up and put it around my neck. My cock throbbed as I put the end
through the buckle and cinched it tight.

"So what are going to do with that?" Bobby asked me looking at the plastic.

"I don't know." I said honestly.

"It goes in your body." It clicked and I blushed, he meant for me to put
it up my ass! "Have you ever had anything up your ass?"

My face reddened so much I could feel a flush on my face. "No," I said,
completely aghast by the suggestion.

"Not even your finger?" He asked incredulously.

"No!" I said again, still not imagining this.

"Well, you will now. Take some of the lube and put in your fingers and
then insert your finger up your ass." He said it so simply, like this is
what everyone does. "Sit right there and look me in the face, while you
insert your own finger up your ass. Spread you legs and slide forward a
bit. Show me what you are doing."

I was still shocked. I was quaking all over as I slid forward on my chair.
My cock was sticking straight up towards my stomach and dripping as I
spread my legs. I squeezed out some lube onto my index finger of my right
hand. I had to fight to keep looking at Bobby as proceeded. It was so
humiliating. I knew where my hole was, I had wiped my butt enough, but I
had never had to put my finger up it.

I reached up and spread my cheeks apart and insert a finger at my hole and
began to work the finger in. It was not easy; I was grimacing. "Relax.
Push out like you are taking a dump and your finger will just slide in.
And that is a nice hairy ass you have there."

That made me blush even more - here was a guy looking at my ass as I did
this to myself. I worked the finger in, following his instructions. It
did go in easy as I pushed out.

"Now work it around in there. See if you can find your prostate in there.
You will know it when you find it. Slide down a bit more so I can see what
you are doing." He continued to speak in the soft authoritative voice.

I forced my finger in farther and wiggled it around until suddenly I hit
something and wow! My cock jumped and my whole body twitched as I hit this
spot inside my ass. I was again struck with what I was doing and wanted to
turn my head aside.

"Now, lube up two fingers and insert them up there and wiggle them around."

I followed his instructions as if in a trance. I wanted to feel it, but I
didn't want to do it. I was at war with myself. My cock was winning. My
hole was so tight as I tried to wiggle the two fingers around, hitting that
spot again and again.

"See if you can get three up there. Man, can you believe this, you are so
low that you are sticking your fingers up your ass and stimulating yourself
in front of another guy." He said it without any hatred or rancor, but it
ripped my soul to release what I had stooped to. Nothing could be lower
than this. I worked on trying to fit three fingers in and could not quite
get them in. It was really beginning to hurt.

Bobby must have seen the look on my face. "That is good enough for now, we
will continue to work on that." That made my hole clench up, we were going
to continue and we were going to work on it. There was a we in there and a
continue in there. I couldn't imagine more.

"Lube up that plug and work it into your ass. That is the smallest one to
begin with." There it was again. 'To begin with,' implying there would be
more.

As I lubed up the plug I looked at it and was that it flared and then
narrowed near the end. I looked back at Bobby and he had his camera out
and the red light was on, as I spread my legs and ass to work the plug into
my ass. My leg was shaking as I worked the plug into my ass. I had to
push out to get my hole to relax enough to insert it. It looked only 3 or
4 inches long and about and inch or so in diameter, but it felt like a 2 X
4 was being forced into my ass. I know I squeezed my eyes shut at one
point from the pain, but then it hit my prostate and my eyes flew open and
so did my mouth and the plug slide into the hilt.

My cock was continuing to drip more and more onto my stomach as my ass
throbbed with the plug in there. Bobby was recording the whole thing. My
shame was intensifying as my hole clamped around the plug. The flare was
keeping it in my ass. I would have to really push to get it to come out.

"Wipe up that goo off of your stomach and lick it off of your fingers,"
Bobby instructed. "No with the other hand, the one you had up your ass."
Heat suffused my face as I lifted my slim covered fingers to my mouth.
"That's it, lick your precum off of those ass covered fingers. Suck them
clean. Can you smell your own ass on your fingers and you put them into
your mouth."

I nodded near to tears again. This was too much.

"No! Tell me!" he insisted in that same steady voice.

"Yes," I blubbered out, "I can smell my ass on my fingers." Hot tears were
rolling down my face.

"What does it taste like having your ass and slim covered fingers in your
mouth."

"It tastes, . . . , uh, I don't know. I taste the salty sweet of the stuff
from my cock and I taste a tang which must be from my ass," I managed to
whimper out.

"Does it make you hot to be sitting there naked in front of another guy, a
guy who is fully dressed, a guy who has watched you jack off, a guy who has
watched you finger fuck yourself, and lick ass and precum off of your
fingers? Does it?"

"Yes!" I said as I sobbed. I couldn't lie. My cock was so hard and I was
so horny and full of lust. I knew I wanted this and that only added to the
humiliation.

"Tell me what you said, earlier."

I had to think, it was difficult in this situation, but then I remembered.

"I said I wanted you to do this and I said I would do whatever you asked."
Looking at him through the tears.

"No matter, what?"

"Yes, no matter what," I said as I hung my head in shame.

"And you like it? Look at me when you answer. Do you want this to stop?"

"Yes, yes, I like it and I can't imagine it stopping."

"Okay then ask me if you can pleasure yourself, while I watch. You want to
get off don't you?"

"Yes! Please may I jack off," as I reached to encircle my cock.

"First, take you hand away from your cock. Here are some of the rules.
You are going to let me move into your room with you. You will be naked at
all times in this room, whether I am here or not. Whether you have people
in this room or not. You will ask my permission before you piss, shit or
jack off. I will tell you what you can wear outside of this room. I will
tell you when you can eat, what you can eat and where you will eat. You
will do whatever I say, not matter where we are or who is around. Any
hesitation, any argument, any grumbling or complaining will be met with
punishment. You will bathe when I tell you to, you will shave when I tell
you to, you will be mine to do with as I see fit. I do this because you
asked me to. Do you agree? This is your one chance to get out of this.

"If you say no, that's okay, but I will never visit your room again, nor
will I work out with you again. It will be as if our friendship never
existed. So this is it? Do you agree?"

I rocked with shame and guilt and tears streamed down my face as I looked
at him. "Yes!" and began really racking sobs and crying.

He got up off of the bed and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around
me and patted my back. "You are mine now. I am going to make you go to
your limits and beyond and it will blow your socks off. But I am doing
this for you. You will learn things about yourself and me that you cannot
fathom as this point." I wrapped my arms around him. He pulled me tight
to him and my throbbing cock was trapped between us.

He said no more, but continued to hold me until I had calmed down. As I
was calming down, I realized that I still stunk of piss. So I released him
and pushed back. He looked me up and down.

"You still want to jack off?"

"Yes," I said as I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand.

"Okay, then slip on some gym shorts, a tank top and your sandals and come
with me," he instructed. I started to ask him a question but remembered my
agreement.

I found a pair of shorts and slid them on trapping my cock in the
waistband, and a tank top, and my sandals. Bobby opened the door and led
me out. I started to ask where we were going, but only got to the where
when Bobby cut me off. "No questions. You will be punished for that, but
later tonight."

He said no more, nor did I as I followed him down the hall and stairs to
the exit from the dorm. I tried not to make eye contact with the guys from
my dorm as I left. I was sure they could tell I was hard and couldn't look
them in the face. It was also hard walking with the plug up my ass. It
made my cock throb and leak as I walked. And I couldn't walk bow legged
like I wanted to, people would really think something was wrong with me. I
know that my shirt was getting a spot on it and I was pretty sure my shorts
were getting wet as well. I had never leaked so much before.

We went into the library. He then walked up the stairs, that really made
the plug move around and my cock nearly slipped out of the waistband of my
shorts. I had to put my hand up to keep it in place, but not be seen doing
it at the same time. He finally head down some stacks at the back part of
the library. We were in a fairly deserted section. He stopped and turned.
He had his camera with him.

"Okay, take out your cock and jack off." My jaw dropped, but didn't say
anything. I looked left and right as I pushed the front of my shorts down,
keeping my cock between him and I. I wanted release so bad.

"No, turn side ways. Yeah, now start pumping." He had the camera rolling
as did as he asked. I fisted my cock and gripped it tightly and started
stroking. He must have known that I was not going to last long cause he
said, "And catch it in your hand when you shoot."

My eyes were rolling up in my head as I pumped my cock. I was all about
the moment and the sensations in my cock. It was cumming and I reached out
to catch the cum. A moan escaped my lips as I began pumping rope after
rope onto my waiting hand. It seemed I came for hours, but I know it was
just for a couple of seconds. As my breathing began to come under control,
I remembered where I was and looked around. I didn't see anyone, but I
pulled up my shorts trapping my cock again.

"Now lick your cum off of your fingers and eat every last drop of your own
cum. All the while thinking about the fact that you have just exposed
yourself in a public place while a man watched you and you did your most
intimate act, here in public, in front of another man and now you are
eating your own cum."

I didn't think I could blush anymore after everything today, but I did
again. And I continued licking the sweet salty cum off of my hand. When I
finished I looked over to Bobby, who had a smile as he continued to film
me.

"I never said you could cover your cock again. So take off your shorts and
walk down two sections of this stack and back."

My mouth did drop, and again, I looked left and right, but did reach my
thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and push them down to the floor. I
stepped out of them, took a deep breath and walked. Of course, my cock had
gotten hard again and I could feel it sticking out from under the tank top
I was wearing. I looked straight ahead and tried not to think about what
would happen if someone saw me or entered the stack that I was in. When I
reached the gab between the section I was in and the next I wanted to
sprint on past the opening, but didn't figuring that would draw more
attention. Besides, I didn't think I could take running with that thing up
my ass.

I made it to the end of the second section turned around and headed back,
seeing that Bobby was taping the whole thing. It made my cock swell and my
upper body flush. I made it back to him. Thought about reaching for my
shorts, but then didn't. He smiled. Filmed me for another couple of
seconds and then told me I could put my shorts back on.

As I bent down the plug in my ass moved and I realized that as I walked
away from Bobby, naked like that, that the plug probably showed and he had
it all on film! I trapped my cock in the waistband again (would it ever be
soft again?)

I followed Bobby out of the library, he didn't head back to the dorm, but
over to a snack bar. I was getting nervous about someone seeing me and
then it dawned on me that I was still wearing the collar as well.

He stopped at the counter and asked for 2 waters and Baby Ruth bar and
Hershey's chocolate bar. It was a college guy working there. A guy
probably not much older than I was. While the guy was getting the stuff,
Bobby moved close to me, then slid his hand down the back of my shorts. I
nearly jumped out of my skin. He had never had such intimate contact with
me as his hand ran down over my ass, then his fingers slid down my crack,
until the found the plug. Then he gave it a push and a wiggle, making it
stimulate my prostate again. I could feel the juice flowing out of my cock
and was horrified the guy behind the counter was going to see the spot on
the front of my shirt and probably the one running down the front of my
shorts.

Then guy did turn around and Bobby kept his hand in the back of my shorts.
He continued to play with the plug in my ass. The guy told us how much it
was and Bobby said, "Dave, pay the man."

I had no money with me; I barely had clothes on. I looked at the guy and
then at Bobby and flustered said, "I don't have any money with me, I'm
sorry."

The guy looked from me to Bobby. Bobby looked from the guy to me and then
said, "Well, maybe he will take it out in trade then." I was blushing
again and the guy was looking back and forth from Bobby to me. "I mean, he
might want to have some of this or use some of this." And he lifted the
front of my shirt with his free hand exposing my cock head sticking out of
the waistband of my shorts. At the same time he gave the plug in my ass a
wiggle, cause my cock to twitch.

I must be beet red by this time and didn't know where to look. The guy's
eyes got huge as he looked and saw my cock. "Dude, I am not in to whatever
you are talking about. I just need the money." But he didn't take his
eyes off of my cock. I think even my cock was blushing by this time.

"Are you sure?" Bobby continued. "He is a great cock sucker and I am sure
you could use a good blow job, right?"

I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I just couldn't believe what was
going on. I had never even thought about sucking a cock.

"Ah, no man. Not into that. Just need the money." He did take his eyes
off my cock for a moment to look at Bobby and then looked at me again. "He
really gets off on this stuff?" he asked with wonder in his voice.

"Oh, yeah, he can't get enough of it. Begs me for it all the time. He
likes to show off, perform for anyone, suck anyone and boy, you should fuck
him. Really tight hole. It fact he has a butt plug in his ass right now,
he can't get enough of it."

My shame was overwhelming me. Bobby was putting me on display, debasing me
in front of a stranger. But my cock was only throbbing hard and leaking
more standing there on display. Bobby pushed one more time on the plug and
removed his hand. "Pull down the front of your shorts and show him your
cock."

I knew tears were going to start any time, but I reached up and pulled down
the front of my shorts, releasing my dripping cock. I couldn't look at the
guy.

"No, I just need the cash. But crap man, he does whatever you tell him to?
Can't believe a guy would do that. Just drop his shorts cause another guy
asked him to. Damn."

Dave dropped my shirt, and reached in his pocket for the cash. "Stroke it
a couple of times, then you can pull up your shorts." I looked at the wall
behind the guy as I quickly stroked my cock and then pulled up my shorts
trapping the head.

"Yeah, he just loves doing whatever I say. Don't you Dave?" he asked me.
I could only nod.

"Tell the guy, what you just did in the library," Dave said laying the
money on the counter.

"I, ah, jacked off in the library," I whispered.

"Yeah, but you also took off your shorts and walked around nearly naked,
too, right?"

"Yes," the guys mouth was hanging open now.

"And did you enjoy it? Did you do it because I asked you to? Did it get
you hard? And were you wearing a butt plug up your ass? And did the tape
the whole thing?"

"Yes, yes" looking at my feet.

"Damn, can't believe a guy would do that. And just because you asked him
to. Man that is pretty low." He was handing Bobby his change and the bag
with the stuff in it.

"Yeah, really low," Bobby said as he led me out of the place.

Once outside, he handed me a bottle of water. I open it and drank down
about half of it; I hadn't realized how thirsty I was. I looked at Bobby
as my eyes filled up with tears. "Why did you do that to me? I thought
you were my friend."

Bobby opened his bottle of water but didn't drink any. "I am your friend.
In fact I am your best friend. I did that for two reasons. One as part of
your punishment for questioning me earlier and two because deep down, I
know that you were totally turned on by that. Isn't that true?"

I immediately answered, "No, why would I want to be treated like that?"

"Because you crave humiliation and debasement. It makes your heart pump
faster, your cock twitch and your asshole tighten up, doesn't it?"

I had to think on that, but then realized that yes, he was right. It was
very difficult to admit, but yes it did do those things to me. "Yes."

"Good." He took the bottle of water and poured it over the front of my
shirt and shorts drenching them. It made the outline of my cock stand out.
Like a wet t-shirt contest for women, only now my whole body was on
display. He took the last of his water and poured it over my head.
"Finish up your water."

He turned and started leading me across the lawn towards our dorm.
Fortunately, there was less light in the center of the lawn, so soon we
were in the shadows, nearly invisible. He stopped, turned and handed me
his empty bottle. "Fill it up." It took a second or two. Why was a being
so naïve? He wanted me to piss in it.

"I can't piss when I am hard," I explained, "And I have a difficult time
pissing with anyone else around."

He chuckled, "Well, that is certainly going to change. We can stand here
until you piss in that bottle or we can go out into the light and have you
try it there. Which will it be?"

"Here," I said quickly, not wanting the alternative. I pushed down the
front of my shorts (how many times had I done that tonight?).

"No, drop them down and step out of them."

I did as he said, standing nearly nude in the middle of lawn in the middle
of campus.

I took the bottle in one hand and my cock in the other. Nothing was
happening.

"We can stand here until the sun comes up, but we aren't leaving until you
piss in that bottle. Either than or you can walk over there to the light,
the way you are and try it there." I told him here again. "Okay, then
relax. Think of a rushing gushing stream. It will happen."

I tried to relax and think of streams, but at first all I could think of
was how my life had changed since this afternoon in the locker room. I had
been an average guy with some sexual fantasies, living pretty much in my
own world, jacking off when I wanted to, not interacting with many people.
Now I was being humiliated and shamed and horny and lusting and constantly
hard. Hell, I had already come twice tonight. And I was still hard. I
was on film doing all this stuff. I had done stuff in front of a man and a
stranger that I had never thought I would. I had fantasies of course, but
didn't think I would ever really do them and never to this extent.

Somehow, not thinking about pissing finally got it going. Piss started to
flow out of my almost hard cock and I began filling the bottle. I looked
over and saw that Bobby was filming everything again. I wondered how it
was going to show up in such a dark place. But that was his problem. Mine
was now that I knew he was watching and taping the flow was slowing down.
But I had managed to get a lot into the bottle. I finished.

Bobby took the bottle from me, held it up and looked at it. It was about
2/3 full. He handed it back to me. "Now pour it over your head. Cover
yourself in it."

He stepped back and raised his camera and began to film as I raised the
bottle slowly over my head and began to pour the warm liquid over my head
and body. Before I finished, he told me to pour the remainder over my cock
and balls. I covered them and the bush around my cock.

"Good. Now squat down and push that plug out of your ass. Yeah, now reach
back and pull it out. Feel good?" I nodded. "Feel empty?" I nodded
again.

He reached into his sack and brought out the Baby Ruth and unwrapped it.
He handed it to me and said, "Put this back in then." My cock only
twitched more as I reached and inserted the candy bar into my ass. It slid
in easily.

"Okay stand up." I did as he instructed. "You nodded back there. And you
were told you always answer questions verbally. Remember that because you
will be punished again." I flinched and my cock throbbed. "Now pick up
your shorts. No don't put them on, just follow me."

He led me down the lawn through the darkest part and as we got closer to
the light, I became worried. Was this how he was going to punish me? But
he stopped before getting to the circle of light. "You may put your shorts
on now." Without a word, I followed his instructions, again trapping my
rigid cock.

I followed as he entered the dorm and headed towards my room. Again, I
could not make eye contact with any of the guys in my dorm as we headed to
my room. I was covered in piss, hard, with a collar on and a candy bar up
my ass.

When we got to my room, I opened the door. Thank goodness I had remembered
my key. As soon as I closed the door, Bobby stood looking at me.
Something was wrong. Shit, I was supposed to get naked in the room. So I
pulled off the wet tank top, pulled down my shorts and stepped out of my
sandals.

"Good. Now go over to you bed and lie down on your back. Good now spread
your legs. Yeah. Wider." He had the camera out again and was filming.
"Now push that thing out of your ass." I pushed like I was taking a dump
and the candy bar starting coming out of my ass.

"Okay reach between your legs and grab it as it comes out." I did until it
was all the way out. "Okay, now sit up on the edge of your bed. Good.
Now eat it."

What's the big deal? It is only a candy bar. It had been in my ass, but
that couldn't be too bad. I had already licked my fingers. I did as he
said and at first only tasted the chocolate, nuts and stuff, but I did get
a tang of that same sharp taste I had tasted before. But not much. When I
finished, I had chocolate all over my fingers.

"Lick them clean." I did.

He turned off his camera. "You know that it looked like, in the camera,
that you took a dump into your hand and then ate the turd that came out?
That is what is it going to look like. Now I am not into scat - that's
what they call playing with your shit - but I wanted it to look like you
had just eaten your own shit."

I was shocked, oh shit; I couldn't believe that.

"And you licked your fingers clean." He chuckled. "Are you ready to cum
again?"

I started to nod, but then remember and said, "Yes."

He smiled, "Yes, I haven't forgotten your punishment. That will still
happen. I won't forget. But for now, stand up, open up your pizza box and
unwrap the chocolate bar."

Were we eating or was I jacking off?

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