THE PROFESSOR SERIES Part 3C

Author: ianlt
Title: THE PROFESSOR SERIES - Part 3C
Date: 10 January 2016

THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 3C

Toward the end of August, Dave was invited to the National Water Polo Training Camp. He would be gone two weeks. Summer school had ended for both boys, so I decided that it was time for John to experience a full indoctrination into being a slave.
I drove Dave to the airport on a Saturday morning. The time with him was quiet and reflective. This would be the longest we would be apart since he had come into my life. I was amazed at how much I loved him and he me.
When I returned home, I announced to John that he was to be my slave for the next two weeks. “Oh, Sir, Yes Sir,” was all he said. I could guess he was expecting that all the segments of his instruction were incomplete without the full total package.
I sent him to his room to put on his boots and leather chaps. When he returned I reminded him to look down unless he was told to look at me. He was to respond only when questioned, or to ask permission to speak. If he wasn’t in some sort of bondage he was to stand before me when I approached. He was to have his hands behind his back and legs apart.
“Sir, Yes Sir,” he replied.
I padlocked a chain around his neck which would stay on until Dave came home. Lubricated, I shoved a butt plug up his ass. And I then locked a chastity device over his cock, one that could be worn out in public and he could pee through. He would wear that the entire time I told him. Over this, I placed a locking jock which locked the butt plug in place. I placed a hood over his head with a mouth gag and locked it. I padlocked shackles on his wrists and ankles.
Then I told him that being a slave usually meant being a sexual slave, but a true slave did whatever he was told, including mundane household chores. So I gave him a bucket, a squeegee, and rags and told him to wash the interiors of all the windows. I explained to him, that it was important for a slave to find a sexual eroticism doing activities that would ordinarily be non erotic, hence the shackles, chastity device, butt plug, and hood. I further explained to him that those same devices would serve as a reminder to him that I had total control over him, that even his bodily functions were mine to control. To demonstrate that, I placed my hand over his lower face covering his mouth and nose. “I even have control over your breathing,” I said as he struggled to get air through my fingers.
Released. He set to work on the windows. When he had finished the inside windows, I handed him a pair of sweat pants to put over his chaps, removed his hood, and shackles and sent him outside to do the exterior glass. He hauled out the ladder and got to work. Climbing up and down the ladder would shift the butt plug inside him and his prostate would be constantly stimulated.
A few hours later he returned, the windows were cleaned and he was sweating.
“Well done” I said. “Remove the sweat pants and kneel.” I cuffed his hands behind his back and stood before him, legs apart my pants pulled down, “Now, suck my cock” He immediately complied.
He was good at it, and eagerly worked to please. After a while, I pushed him down. “Now lick my boots”
I knew he found that demeaning but with out even a facial expression his tongue was lapping at my thick black leather.
“It is a great day, Let’s go surfing.” I said.
“Sir, Yes Sir, Thank you Sir.” He replied. He had obviously been a good learner this summer.
I put his hood back on and he followed me out to the van. I hog tied him in the back, threw in the boards and towels and I drove us out to our private beach
He was given permission to remove his boots and chaps. We took our boards out into the surf. He was still wearing his butt plug, his locked jock and cock chastity device. His ass was bare and his balls shriveled up but were trapped by the device. He was beautiful. We surfed for a few hours and then I called him in. Still wet and nude, he built a fire, and stood as I had taught him. After he was dry and we were warm, I drank some beer and ate some food. He said nothing. ‘Good boy’ I thought.
“Here, eat something,” I said as I tossed a second sandwich into the sand before him.
“Yes Sir, Thank you Sir” he replied, picking up the sandwich and eating it, ignoring the sand.
He was hog-tied again, nude in the back of the van for the drive home. I took him in the shower with me, pulled out the butt plug. He washed me with a cloth, sucked my cock till it was hard and then with the full force of the shower, I fucked him hard. He rocked back and forth, and barely audible, I heard him saying, “Thank you Sir. Thank you Sir.”
He dried me off and only then dried himself. The butt plug was returned, and strapped and locked back in. He was told to put his boots and chaps back on. In the kitchen, he prepared my dinner. When I was served, I shackled his hands behind his back and sat him down at the table. I put a plate of food in front of him and we both amused ourselves watching him try to eat.
After dinner, he was freed to clean up the dishes. Then I washed his face off, removing the drying food from his goatee. I kissed him long and deep, and covered his head with the hood. I took him to the playroom, and placed him in the Stand up cage. I put the hood’s blindfold on him, and attached the hood to a chain from the top of the cage. I tied each ankle to the sides of the cage, and slammed and locked the door. I left him there for the evening hours till I was ready for bed.
After I was ready for bed, I came and got him. I undid the chain on his hood, and released his ankles. I led him to the bathroom so he could piss, and then laid him on my bed. I kicked his legs apart and fucked him again, before I pulled him into an embrace and drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, I hauled him to his feet, and pulled him into the playroom. He was going to be my morning fuck, while Dave was at camp. When I was done, I left him tied to the sling while I fixed breakfast.
I released him. He stripped, I pulled out the butt plug. He ate, then I left him in the bathroom to empty his bowels and clean up for the day. Once he was done and returned to stand before me, I asked him how his first day as a slave was.
“Thank you Sir, very good, Sir.” He replied. “I can enjoy it by imagining myself as you, and me as my own slave.”
“Excellent,” I said. “You have found the motivation which allows you to be my slave.”
“Yes Sir, I’m excited Sir.”
The days progressed. Sometime during every day, I found time to fuck him, and every morning began in the playroom. My nights were spent with a bound and hooded boy first fucked and then asleep by my side.
Whenever John wasn’t being fucked, and except for the morning time in the bathroom, he had a butt plug firmly locked in place. When he was indoors, he was shackled and hooded. He had on his chaps and boots full time unless we were surfing, or showering. When he was outside in public, he wore sweat pants over his chaps, even at the gym or at the grocery store.
Our routine consisted of a morning fuck in the sling. After eating and cleaning up, he was shackled and hooded, and set to an indoor task. During this time, all our leather was treated, cleaned and polished, and the playroom was thoroughly cleaned as well. I would send him out in public on an errand everyday. His butt plug shifting as he walked through the stores, and vibrating when he sat astride his motorcycle. He continued his full gym training. I would take him surfing, always hog-tied in the van, and nude in the surf. He would service me, sucking my cock, or licking my boots. He was always tied when he ate, and when I didn’t need him, he was hooded and tied, immobile in a cage.
At least once a day, he was subjected to some intense S/M activity, his body covered with clothespins, a good flogging, his chest covered with wax, being punched, his tits heavily abused. Sometimes he was in bondage and other times, I left him free, so he had to will himself to comply or not resist.
On the two Sundays, we went to the club, and he assumed the role that Dave usually assumed; barechested, hooded, padlocked by his neck to a post, wrists cuffed behind his back.
Every morning after breakfast and after he had cleaned up, he stood before me, eyes cast down, legs spread apart, hands behind his back. We discussed what he was experiencing. He continually said that he found his erotic excitement imagining doing to a man what was being done to him. He admitted to not liking some of the things that he had to do, but he was motivated to please by his erotic excitement.