PART TEN - TUESDAY

I was feeling tired but the thought of being able to make the naked
boy in front of me squirm some more did wonders for my wakefulness.  I
didn't have long before security turned up, but it wouldn't take that
long.

I pushed him over a bench doggy style and fucked him hard.  I can't
give details because I can't remember; it was a purely animal fucking.
I slapped him about, I slammed him into the furniture and I nearly
tore his arms from their sockets in my frenzy.

He screamed like a wounded animal, crying for his mother and god
almighty to show him mercy.  I laughed like a demented loon as I
pounded in and out of his warm hole.  I could feel a human being
collapsing into a raw animal state beneath me and I revelled in it.

Almost as soon as I had cum I pulled out and tugged off the condom.
Moving round to his front I pressed my cock to his lips.  "Clean it."

I shot a second time into his mouth and then pulled away.  Looking up
at the clock I could see security would be here in five minutes.
Looking down I saw the unfocused gaze of a stunned creature, unable to
comprehend what had just happened.  I simply opened the gym door and
tossed him out of the gym, still naked.  He ran off into the shadows.
I would have loved to have taken him home and raped him properly, but
I was tired and needed my sleep.  I put him from my thoughts, not
really caring how he suffered getting home naked.

I drove home and got ready for bed.  I sent one last text message
before hitting the sack at one in the morning.  It was to the three
winners and said "his arse is your fuck toy until weds gym".  I might
as well let them continue their fun.  I fell asleep, my dreams full of
the joys of fucking teenage studs.

Tuesday proper was an uneventful day for me.  I start late after an
evening session so I got in at noonish to find a few photos waiting
for me.  Most were the same sort of photos as I had seen before:
showering semi-exposed in the bathroom, jerking off onto his breakfast
before eating it, random underwear checks in near-public places, that
sort of thing.  I could see that the guys' imagination was starting to
flag.

But that's why they have a coach.  All exercise routines need to be
changed regularly to stop the body getting used to them.  The same
applies to destroying the self-respect and reputation of a humiliated
slave boy too.

A quick survey of their timetables revealed that most of the gym rats
were free that afternoon between 4pm and 5pm.  There were a few
lectures on at that time and Dr Jenkins' talk on "International
Politics and the Olympic Games" struck me as one that the jocks might
plausibly want to attend.  So we turned up and sat at the back row of
the banked seating in lecture room eight.  We forced Adam to his hands
and knees behind the seats in front and had him strip.  We took his
clothes away from him and passed them down the row of eleven jocks and
their coach.  As Dr Jenkins started talking, we slid our trousers and
underpants down and had Adam give us blow jobs.

Twelve cocks in one hour is quite a bit.  Rather than make him swallow
it all we decided to cum on his face and chest.  Adam raced along the
line of waiting dicks, sucking furiously as we pretended to give
Jenkins our undivided attention while not giving the game away.

I did manage to get parts of what Jenkins was on about.  He started by
commenting on how pleased he was to see such a large audience for his
talk this week but he hoped the sportsmen at the back would feel free
to move closer to the front next time and not to be bashful.  We
managed to avoid laughing out loud, but only just.  We were about half
his audience and, noticing me in the crowd he said he would talk to me
to find out what other "cultural history" subjects he might talk about
to get a similar response from an unexpected quarter.  My mind started
to work on ways to get Adam naked in front of a more general audience.

This was an interesting session for all of us.  It was the first time
we had taken such a risk ourselves and that was definitely adding to
the thrill.  Also the smell of cum at the back of the room was so
strong that I was worried people might think we were up to something.
Perish the thought.

By the end of the talk, Adam had just finished the last cock.  As we
filed out we dropped his clothes in the aisle running alongside the
far wall.  To get them back he would have to risk exposure.  I chatted
to Jenkins at the front and he seemed amenable to "doing something
different" for a future talk.  We talked about the original Greek
games and I floated the idea of a contrasting talk, perhaps focusing
on the Greeks' concept of the ideal male form.  I was struggling to
find a way to suggest that Adam should pose naked during one of his
lectures when I was staggered to find him raising the topic of
comparing the exaggerated features of classical statues with a real
life model.

"I gather you have a student posing naked for an art class," he
mentioned.  "I saw his classical poses on the flyers.  I don't suppose
he would be interested in assisting with a lecture would he?"

Adam had crawled into the aisle on all fours, keeping low so as not to
be seen and at this point he glanced up.  Jenkins had his back to the
room and I saw that Adam had been wiping his face clean with the
inside of his t-shirt.  Adam's eyes locked on mine as I said simply
"I'll talk to him about it.  Truth be told, he's a bit of an
exhibitionist.  I expect he'll jump at the chance."

"Oh, I wouldn't expect him to pose fully naked!" Jenkins reassured me.

"Nonsense," I interjected before I lost the opportunity.  "He's
rightly proud of his body and he quite likes showing it off.  Like I
say, I'll talk to him about it."

Jenkins was starting to look worried, presumably concerned about
possible action against him so I led him out of the room, making all
the right reassuring noises.  I would see Adam at the art class that
evening and get an answer from him then.

We left the room.  Adam was the last out and started to make a dash
for it.  His t-shirt was glued to his body again with the cum under it
and I'm sure he reeked of all our juices.  No doubt he wanted a shower
before his next appointment in the Art Class.

Some time later I received some photos from his trip to the shower.
The three winners had obviously realised where he would be going and
were waiting for him there.  The first photo is a surreptitious one of
him showering in his usual cubicle with only half a curtain.  The
second shows the curtain fully back and Adam posed at the edge of it,
his feet spread to the width of the cubicle and his hands similarly
spread above his head, pressed against the tiles on each side.

The next photos show him running naked down the dormitory corridor,
being towel-whipped by Mad Gav running behind him, as the other
students in their rooms opened their doors and laughed at this latest
prank on the hot stud.  Two or three of them had their own cameras
out.  The pictures of Adam, stark bollock naked, were slowly spreading
further and further.  Better still, the concept of Adam being an
object of ridicule and humiliation was also taking hold.

The final photos were from inside his room and were simply pictures of
brutal two-way fuckings.  All six combinations of arse-man, mouth-man
and camera-man were well documented as the winners made the most of
their prize.  The very last photograph is of Gavin loosing a massive
blast of cum over Adam's screaming face while Horse tipped back his
head and roared at the ceiling as he came in Adam's arse, his
foot-long dick fully rammed home.



PART ELEVEN - ART CLASS

I got to the seminar room for six thirty and started to get it ready.
There's a raised dais at one end that's exactly the right height to
expose someone to the entire room.  I hung some white sheets over the
wall at the end for a backdrop and wheeled in some bright lights to
give good contrast and to make him sweat.  Finally I fetched a javelin
and a bottle of baby oil.  I moved the seats to surround the dais
giving a choice of angles and all was ready.

Adam arrived next, wearing a loose outfit which I had him strip off
immediately.  I tossed them into a cupboard, which I locked
afterwards.  I wanted him feeling as vulnerable as possible.  I told
him to take position and I started to stroke his cock.  His shame was
strong but eventually I got him hard.  Then I let him go soft and got
him hard again.  He was semi-hard, and wilting when our first audience
arrived.

A male student was the first to arrived.  He was chubby and a bit
spotty.  He was a huge contrast from the gym-toned men who had been
giving Adam so much grief.  He looked at Adam's naked form with poorly
disguised lust.

I understood.  He was certainly gay, but not attractive or
self-confident enough to date the sort of guys he was attracted to. If
he had come to the gym we would have been able to help him, and he
would certainly have had a chance to enjoy Adam some more.  I decided
to throw him a bone, so to speak, and have some more fun at Adam's
expense.

Adam's hands had flown into position covering his cock as the guy
walked in.

"Now, now, Adam.  We talked about this.  You need to get used to
people staring at your fully naked body _now_, before you have to
start posing."

This was crap, of course.  In a real art class the modesty of the
model is protected quite carefully.  Serious effort is gone to to
"de-sexualise" the situation.  I was planning to do quite the
opposite, unfortunately for him.

"Perfect timing," I enthused to the new arrival.  "I was about to
start oiling up our model.  Could you oblige, please?  Obviously he
can't do his own back and I have other tasks I need to attend to."

The newcomer introduced himself as Nick Carrigan and said he was keen
to help.

I tossed him the bottle of baby oil and asked Adam to lean against the
wall with his legs spread and his arms on the wall at head height.
Then Nick started to oil him up.

"Consider it a reward for early attendance," I joked.

A couple of guys turned up, not from the gym, and watched as Nick had
the thrill of his life running his hands over Adam's firm body.  He
was extremely thorough, spending a good two or three minutes with his
fingers in Adam's arse crack.  Finally, of course, he finished Adam's
back, arse, legs, arse, shoulders and arse.  "I suppose he has to do
his front himself," he asked, unable to keep the disappointment from
his voice.

"Actually, if you wouldn't mind doing his front I would be really
grateful," I told him.  "I'd rather the palms of his hands didn't get
oily as he needs to hold a javelin for the pose and I don't want it
slipping."

"Adam," I asked him, "could you turn around please?"

Just as three more audience came in through the door, Adam turned to
face his crowd and his fully erect cock waved at the audience.  The
sensation of hands on his arse hole had been too much.

"Let's get this over with," I said.  "Nick?"

After a brief burst of hysterical giggles he started oiling up Adam's
front.  It took two or three minutes before he had the courage to run
his oily hand along the slave's vulnerable cock.  There was a cough of
disbelief from one guy in the audience.

"Perk of turning up first," I explained as if it was the most natural
thing in the world.  I have good "presence" so the guy didn't make an
issue of it, but continued to stare in disbelief at Nick and in utter
contempt at Adam.

The next crowd to arrive all came from the gym and saw immediately
what was going on.  "Still the showman, eh, Adam?" one of them joked.

Over the next ten minutes the room started to fill.  Nick finished
with Adam and I started him walking around the room, keeping his hands
by his side and chatting to people "to get used to being observed
closely".  The gym guys took the opportunity to stroke him
surreptitiously semi-hard again before another girl interceded and
demanded her one-on-one time with the naked stud.

Just before the class was due to start, and I had Adam on the dais, my
heart nearly stopped as a senior member of faculty walked in.
Professor Chenevy was our professor of classical art and I was
terrified that he would start to complain about how I was usurping his
role, or not treating the model seriously enough, or something else I
had overlooked.  Fortunately, he seemed in an excellent mood.  He had
his own sketch pad and pencils with me and had come for the class
himself!

Happy as he seemed to be, I thought I should have a few words before
we got started, so I abandoned Adam on the dais to let the audience
stare at him a bit longer and walked over to chat.

"Paul, good to see you!"  I masked my terror with bubbly charm.

"Well, I couldn't really miss it, could I?  I mean it's so rare to get
a student willing to pose these days.  And shaved too; quite a find.
What pose did you have in mind?"

I explained the "relaxed athlete" pose I was planning and soon found
myself at the front with the professor as he started guiding the model
into the correct position and started chatting to the class.  His
academic side had clearly kicked into auto-pilot and I stood back and
watched in amazement as he started to touch up my model.

"We are very lucky to have today a model with such exquisitely toned
musculature," he began.  "Note in particular the clearly delineated
abdominal wall."  He ran his fingertips over Adam's six pack and
looked over at me.  There was a flash of understanding between us,
kindred spirits in the humiliation of this young stud.  Say what you
will about academics, but they aren't stupid.

"There is plenty of detail here for the line drawers," he added, "and
plenty of clearly cast shadows for the shaders."  He stroked the backs
of his fingers over Adam's abs as he said this, probably looking for
signs of ticklishness.  On seeing none he moved down.

"We are very lucky to have a model with a shaved groin.  This lets us
see with perfect clarity the underlying lines of his anatomy.  Note
the flow of the pubic girdle as it sweeps inwards and downwards."
Chenevy ran his fingers down to Adam's cock and then stroked along its
length.  Adam's treacherous cock leapt but didn't harden.  The
humiliation was just too great, despite the Professor's ministrations.

If it was possible to squirm without actually moving, Adam achieved it
that evening.  I saw the twitch of opposed muscles as the conflicting
instructions from his head to keep still and from his body to pull
away competed for control.  What I got to see was a delicious flexing
of muscles on a posed athlete who was desperately ashamed of what was
happening to him but helpless to prevent it.  Beautiful.

"Note the angle that the penis makes emerging from the body and the
point formed by the foreskin enclosing the penis' tip at the end.
Greek athletes would sometimes tie a chord around the end of the skin,
beyond the glans, to restrain it while they ran."  He squeezed shut
the end of the foreskin and lifted Adam's penis slightly.

Adam briefly squeezed shut his eyes in horror at his penis being
manipulated in front of an audience.

"It was called the 'kynodesme'", the professor continued, "which is
also what they called a dog's leash.  The penis tip would then be
lifted up and tied to a thong round the waist..."  He lifted Adam's
cock up high, pulling it to his navel.  "...Or it could be curved
round and tied at the base of the penis, leaving it turned back on
itself."  He moved his hand down to rest on the top of Adam's cock.
Finally he let go and Adam's cock sprang back to its usual position,
still quite flaccid.  "While this appears on vases from the classical
period, it doesn't appear in statuary.  The Greeks preferred to show
idealised men in stone."

"The large balls hanging low lead to a narrowing in the scrotum before
it attaches to the body."  His fingers ran under Adam's drooping penis
and his hand cupped Adam's balls for a moment as he described them
before moving round to the side of his arse.  Adam's cock and balls
responded to this latest humiliation by shrivelling and withdrawing as
far as they would go.  Adam was clearly mortified at his current
plight.

"Again, a treat for the shaders.  With firm buttocks like this and
with such an absence of fat we see very clearly the concave shapes on
either side.  Note particularly the shape of the curve as we leave the
concave side and move round to the proudly convex rear."  He ran the
palm of his hand around Adam's arse until his fingers rested in the
arse crack, rather deeper than absolutely necessary for a
demonstration, but perfectly appropriately for playing with a sex toy.

I started to understand why he had such trouble keeping models.  While
Adam's distress at his situation was keeping his cock quite limp, the
professor's trousers were stating to show signs of a quite impressive
hard on.

"Then we come to the rear curve.  The protruding buttocks curve
inwards to meet the base of the spine.  The small of the back curves
further in and then out as we come up to the shoulder blades."  He ran
his fingers up Adam's crack, pushing deeply between the globes, and
then out and up the spine.

"Now we come to the famous contrast of opposite sides.  On the right
where the arm is raised to hold the spear the arm comes out at right
angles.  Note the deep shadow of the shaved arm pit below the raised
mound of the shoulder muscle.  This in turn leads out to the firm
biceps and triceps of the upper arm."  He ran his hand over Adam's
posed bicep delighting in its firmness and Adam's inability to do
anything about his fondling.

"Classic rounded chest next to the arm, of course, with the perfect
masculine flat front."  He paused and frowned.  "I think we can make
the nipples stand out a little more, don't you?"  He started rolling
Adam's nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand while
staring Adam straight in the face, daring him to make a scene.  "This
sort of detail is what makes the difference between a good modelling
and a great one."

He released the nipples and they were standing out more clearly than
before.

"Recall the classical proportions.  The distance between the nipples
matches the distance between the chest and the navel.  There's a good
clear medial crease to give a firm line to the body."  He let his
finger ease slowly down from Adam's upper chest, back through his abs
to the navel.

But then he didn't stop.  His finger slid down Adam's groin while the
he kept gazes locked with Adam.  Adam didn't dare move and the
Professor was in a world of his own seeing just how far he could push
this model.  His hand moved around Adam's cock in full view of the
audience.

"Students of classical sculpture will know the great debate about
Michaelangelo's 'David' and why he carved it with so small a penis."

He began to tease Adam's cock more blatantly now, running his
fingertips along its shaft.

"A recent theory suggests that this is in fact a correct
representation of a man about to go to war.  The penis retracts when
the man is scared or otherwise tense."

He started to explicitly stroke Adam's penis with his closed fist,
squeezing lightly on Adam's hot flesh, letting his thumb rub his cock
head with a small circular motion.

"Amateur models posing naked for the first time feel just the same
fear and respond in the same way.  Because of this, it is a dark
secret of the craft that a male model will ocassionally 'pump up' his
penis.  Of course, it's normally done in private, but time is getting
on."  He teased Adam's cock a bit more and despite Adam's shame it
grew hard.  There were some titters from the audience.

Once Adam's penis was now fully erect and Professor Chenevy let it
drop to hang loose, and then watched it slowly deflate again until it
made a gentle arched shape.

"That's much better.  Shall we get to work?"

He stepped down from the stage to take his place near the front and
all talking stopped as the artists in the audience began to work in
earnest.

I wandered back to the rear of the room and started a whispered
conversation with Mad Gav.

"You didn't know about Professor C., then?" he asked me.

"Know what?" I replied, still unable to believe that there might be
another member of staff at the College with similar inclinations to my
own.

"He has a real problem leaving male models alone.  Nobody ever models
for him a second time."

"Oh, I think we might manage a regular booking with Adam, don't you?"

Gav smiled, and nodded towards the door.  "I invited a mate.  Hope you
don't mind, Coach."

Coming in was a guy I hadn't met before.  He had a camera around his
neck, a note pad in one hand and a voice recorder in the other.  He
couldn't have screamed "student journalist" more loudly if he'd had a
badge labelled "PRESS" pinned to his rather loud shirt.

He explained that he wanted to do a small piece for the student
newspaper on the modelling class.  It was something interest and
besides, he confided in a whisper, anything involving nudity boosted
the readership numbers.

His plan was to have a couple of photos.  One would show an audience
and an out-of-focus rear nude shot and the other would involve a crisp
frontal nude with a cheeky cutout over the groin for the picture's
caption.

He didn't need the flash with the bright lights we were using for the
stage and took a couple of dozen pictures of Adam.  I observed he only
needed half a dozen shots of the audience.

After an hour of Adam's posing Professor Chenevy called a halt
reminding everyone to scan in their sketches and upload them to the
art class' "portfolio" web site.  He smiled at the journo and added
"You too, Mr. Williams."

The class broke up and started moving about comparing one another's
efforts.  Adam stood at the front, his arms hanging limply by his
side, unsure what to do next.  I signalled him over before the journo
could get to talk to him.  I whispered some instructions into his ear
and then handed him over to the journalist for his interview.

I'll not reproduce the newspaper's prose verbatim but note that Adam
described himself as a "gymoholic" and boasted about just how good
looking he was.  He was doing the interview nude because he had
nothing to hide about his gorgeous body.  There wasn't a man on
campus, he claimed, who could stand comparison with him.

He managed to annoy the journalist with his pride, just as I had
hoped.  The story went out under the headline of "Adonis or
Narcissus?"  The caption cut-out was as small as the paper's editor
thought he could get away with and low enough to make it clear that
Adam's groin was shaved smooth.

As a courtesy to the Art Class of course the address of the art class
portfolio web site was given prominently.  The journalist was annoyed
enough that he uploaded the uncut pictures he had taken of Adam full
frontal.  The combination of the naked photographs and the printed URL
should make sure the entire student body got to see Adam's naked form.

I was hoping Adam's words would also piss off many other men around
the campus too.  Adam's woes were only just beginning.

Adam, on the other hand, was near tears.  He could see how things were
headed and, because nobody wanted to leave his body alone, was
sporting a fully erect cock leaking pre-cum in public.

"Don't worry about the erection, dear boy," Professor Chenevy
commented as he patted Adam on the arse encouragingly.  "It's nothing
that's not been seen before."

"Please, Coach," he begged, "can I put my clothes back on?"

I opened the cupboard and threw him his loose jogging pants.  He
pulled them on, gratefully, but my fun wasn't over yet.

"You've been standing in a fixed pose for an hour.  You need to loosen
up."

I took him through some stretches that kept his hand away from his
groin.  His hard cock tented for everyone to see and its moist end
started to create a wet patch on the front of his joggers, especially
as his movement in the exercises ran the rough cloth over his
sensitive tip.  This gave the crowd some more enjoyment but ultimately
they started to file out.  By the end there were just Adam, me, and
Professor Chenevy in the room.

The professor moved to the door and closed it, letting the latch lock
into position.  Turning back he looked me shrewdly in the eyes.

"So just what the hell is going on?"

There was no way I could bluff this one.  The professor was way too
smart.

"We have dirt on Lomas and are using it as blackmail material to
humiliate him in every way we can to pay him back for being such an
arrogant prick before," I admitted.

"'We'?"

"The guys from the gym.  Beat him at exercise you get to fuck him,
otherwise you just get to order him about."

I turned to face Adam who had tears rolling down his cheeks.  Another
man had just been admitted into the ranks of his masters.  The man who
had dared to fondle him to hardness in front of an audience without
knowing how far he could safely go now knew that there were no limits.

"Strip!" I ordered.  Adam obeyed, handing me his joggers.  "Kneel."

I turned to face the professor.  "You'll never beat him in the gym,
but if you want a blow job just tell him."

I walked away to disassemble the lights, hearing two words from the
professor over my shoulder: "blow me".  I glanced round to see an
impressively long cock plunge into Adam's mouth.  The professor was
sporting at least nine inches and by the looks of the mere half inch
outside the lips had pushed through to Adam's throat.  Adam's look of
near choking confirmed the suspicion.

Later, as I took the javelin away I saw the professor slow the process
down.  He had dropped his trousers and underwear to his knees and Adam
was giving his balls a thorough licking, and an entirely satisfactory
one judging by the look on the academic's face.  When I came back from
the lock up I found the professor leaning over a desk with Adam's
mouth pressed firmly in his arse crack and Adam's tongue rimming his
hole.

Once I had cleared up I turned back just in time to see the professor
cum onto Adam's face and chest, half a dozen ribbons of thick, gooey
juice spilling down his body.

"Ah," he panted contentedly.  "Haven't been sucked that well since we
had that slut of a fashion model working here.  Thank you, Coach."

As soon as Adam had finished licking his cock clean he zipped up and
turned away to talk to me.  "Thank you, indeed.  Can we make a regular
booking of these events?  Every Tuesday evening?  It would be good to
get some decent numbers to one of my classes after all these years in
the doldrums.  Nobody appreciates fine art these days."

I ignored his taking over of the class and assured him that Adam would
always be available, and not just on Tuesday evenings, and he left
with a broad grin on his face.

I tossed Adam his joggers and sneakers.  "Put them on and go back to
your room.  Close the door but do not lock it.  Strip and kneel facing
the door with your hands behind your head.  Wait for me there.  Do not
wipe off any cum."

His eyes widened at my instructions.

"Go!"

He ran from the room.


CHAPTER TWELVE - A TASTE OF HIS FUTURE

I texted the three winners, because I knew I was intruding into their
time.  They turned up at his door at the same time I did and looked
curiously at the small bag I was carrying.

I didn't bother knocking but just opened the door and walked in, the
guys filing in behind me.  Adam was kneeling, as ordered, a couple of
yards back from the door with the professor's slowly drying cum still
sticking to his body.  He had been crying.

"Did you enjoy your extra audience?" I asked.

"No, master.  I thought it was only the gym guys who..."

"We're the only ones who get to order you around.  But if we order you
to get naked in front of other people you will be naked in front of
other people.  Or would you like 'other people' to see the more
hardcore photos too?"

"No, master."  He hung his head in pathetic defeat.

"You are to offer Professor Chenevy ever Tuesday evening for his Art
Class."

"Yes, master."

"And go and see Jenkins about a seminar of his.  Make sure you
persuade him to let you pose naked."

"Yes, master."  He sounded confused.  Just how many College staff
would get to use his naked body in their classes?

"It's time to extend your audience a little further."

"Master!?"  The protest was clear in his tone of voice.  Good.  I had
been hoping for that.

"Stand up!  Take position!"  He leapt up and quickly put his hands
behind his head.

I walked over to his window and pulled up the blind, taking care not
to be visible myself.  Owen was over the road again, in position, but
this time off the main lay-by, mostly hidden by some bushes and the
dark of this time of night.

"You may never lower the blind.  You are to remain naked in your room
except when you are dressing to go out.  You must keep the lights on
when you are not sleeping.  Now come over to the window."

He walked over to the exposed window, overlooking the main road.  It
was dark out there, but anyone looking up would see him well lit.

"Stand in the window.  Spread-eagle.  Hands and feet to the corners."

He took the position.

"Stay there.  Don't move.  If you break position I'm taking the
password off the web site.  Understood?"

"Yes, master."

I moved away to the middle of the room and pulled a mask from my bag.
It was a full face Venetian "carnival" mask in bright white with metal
highlights and I tied it over my face.  Then I took off all my other
clothes and rolled on a condom.  Adam hadn't seen a thing of this yet.

I moved to the opposite side of the room from him, just by the door
and slowly walked towards him, stroking my already-hard cock as I did
so.  He wasn't allowed to turn his head.  All he could see was the
reflection of a white, blank face slowly growing in the reflection in
the window in front of him.

"Don't move your feet," I told him.  "Slide your hands down the edges
of the window to crouch a little and open up for me.  Push that sweet
arse back."

He pressed back as I pressed forwards.  There was brief resistance at
his hole to the tip of my cock but I just shoved in.  Once I was in I
started to thrust forwards in firm waves, half an inch at a time.
Once I was all the way in I started fucking him properly.  He was
braced against the wall around the window so I had a good solid fuck,
but his face was pushed close to the glass and it would have been
clear to anybody who happened to be looking up at the right time just
what was happening.  He was trembling, and it wasn't just from the
fucking.  The sense of adventure that had kicked off in the classroom
earlier in the afternoon had inspired me.  I wanted that thrill again.
Of course, if it massively humiliated Adam Lomas in the process that
was a bonus.

"Just think of all those motorists," I teased him.  "If one glanced
this way you could cause a traffic accident."

"Please, master ... coach.  Please.  I'll do anything for you.
Anything, just not here."

"I squeezed and tugged his balls sharply.  "You just don't get it, do
you?  There's nothing you can offer that I can't order.  You have no
negotiating position except 'stop and release the hardcore web site to
the entire world including my family'.  No position at all."

I spent another few seconds fucking him, enjoying the feel of his back
against my front and his hole tight around my cock, and then added to
the humiliation.

"Once a day, every day, you are to stand in front of the window,
spread-eagled, for five minutes.  Then you will jerk off and cum onto
the window.  Then you will resume the spread-eagle position for
another five minutes.  Then you will kneel and lick the cum off the
window.  Then five more minutes in position.  I will tell you the
times to do it.  They will be random so nobody else will know when to
keep an eye out for the show, but you will do the whole routine
regardless of whether or not people are looking.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, coach," he sobbed.

I thrust a few more times and finally came.  I slumped for a few
seconds on Adam's back before pulling myself out.  I pulled off my
condom, squeezing as much cum as possible into it, and then tucked its
open end into his mouth, letting the majority of it hang down his
chin.

"Keep hold of it.  If you let it fall you will be punished by having
some photographs released."

I moved away from the window and passed the mask to Gerry who was next
in line to fuck him.  Gerry was the great psychologist of this outfit.
He really knew how to make Adam squirm.

As Gerry started to fuck he started speaking into Adam's ear, filling
his head with terrible thoughts.

"Just imagine a pedestrian with a camera.  These would be public
photographs with no restrictions on who got to see them.

"Just imagine a lorry driver in the lay-by with a camera phone,
calling all his mates and sending them the picture.  Then they'd send
it to their mates and soon every lorry driver in the country would
know that you wanked at your window.  Maybe they'd drive past and hoot
their horns when they saw you naked.

"Just imagine if someone came to the College and said 'four floors up,
six windows across from the left'.  How long would it take them to
work out it was this room?"

He kept whispering scenarios into Adam's ear as he fucked Adam's arse.
Meanwhile I pulled a small web-cam out of the bag and handed it to
Gavin, who was most likely to be able to get it to work.

Gerry finished his fucking and added his condom to Adam's mouth.

Gavin was still fiddling with the web cam so Horse moved over to
deliver the next fuck.  He had his condom on already and his massive
tool led the way as he moved over to Adam.  He tugged the mask out of
Gerry's hand as he walked past and didn't even bother with the straps.
With one hand on the mask and another wrapped around Adam's waist he
rammed his cock home.

Adam grunted hard though his firmly closed lips and almost butted the
window glass with his head.  Horse's savagery was still not
diminished.  He reminded me of a USA rodeo rider.  Instead of one hand
held up high or on his hat he had a hand up holding the untied mask to
his face.  Instead of one hand trying to control the wild animal he
had a hand on the shoulder of the human animal Adam Lomas.  And
instead of the bronco trying to shake him off it was Horse who was
supplying the force as he rammed his mighty cock into Adam's long
suffering hole.  But apart from that it was exactly the same.

Given Adam's position relative to Horse, Horse's cock wouldn't go in
all the way, so we saw the last two or three inches pistoning in and
out of Adam's arse.  Horse didn't really care; he might as well be
masturbating into a side of warm beef for all the attention he was
paying to the boy under him.  His cock was the centre of his world and
Adam's arse was more comfortable that his closed fist and more
available than his girlfriend's cunt.  But it was just another moist
hole for his mighty cock.

After five minutes he came, nearly dropping the mask in the throes of
his orgasm.  He pulled out and, as soon as he was clear of the window,
tossed the mask to Gavin.  As Gavin tied the mask and Adam got his
breath back, Horse slowly pulled the condom off his long, sticky pole.
Leaning in from the side he added it to the collection hanging from
Adam's mouth.  Adam had done well, I thought, not to drop any.

Gavin's fuck was quite different.  He stood behind Adam and pressed
his cock head to Adam's hole.

"Push back," he told the slave boy.  He braced himself in the window
alcove waiting for Adam's pressure.

"Fuck yourself on me.  Make me cum."

Whimpering, Adam did as he was told.  Pushing back with his arse, he
impaled himself on Gav's cock.  Then, at Gav's quite gentle urging,
started to ride on Gav's cock, pushing and pulling with a slow, quite
restrained motion.  Gavin wrapped a hand round Adam's own cock and
held himself rigid.  Now, as Adam was fucking himself on Gavin's hand
he was also jerking himself off.

This couldn't last long, of course, and soon Gavin lost control and
was fucking as furiously as we had been.  He was also giving Adam a
hand hob at the same time.  The combination was too much for poor Adam
and the fourth cum shot of the session was his, not Gavin's.  Gavin
came shortly afterwards and added his condom to the set in Adam's
mouth.

We were waiting for Gavin to finish and as he joined us he passed the
mask back to me.  None of us had put our clothes back on.  There were
four naked studs sitting in Adam's room, gazing longingly at his
perfect arse at the window, just waiting to get our breaths back.  The
assumption was unspoken but clear.  We were going to rape his arse at
least once more each.

I put the mask on.  I walked over to the window and one by one I took
the condoms from his mouth.  With each condom, I tipped it upside down
and squeezed the cum onto the window, mixing them with his.  I let it
all drip there for a few minutes before instructing him get on his
knees and lick the cum from the window.

We watched him from the side, stroking our own dicks back into full
hardness though, truth be told, they didn't need much work.

When he was finished he knelt back and I had him assume the
spread-eagle position again.  I stood behind him so he couldn't recoil
back into the room and whispered into his ear, "Take a look at the
bush to the left of the lay-by.  What do you see?"

"It's dark, coach.  I can't see anything."

I saw Gavin texting a message and then on the other side of the road a
bright light came on.  Owen was lit up, with his camera and powerful
lenses clearly visible.

"Smile," I told him.  "You're on Candid Camera."

He fainted.

Inspiration hit me.  I had been planning to humiliate him further by
writing on his chest, but his unconsciousness gave me the opportunity
for an even more evil scheme.  I carried him over to his bed and laid
him out.  Then I took a marker pen from my bag and wrote down his
spine the word "COCKSUCKER".

With any luck he wouldn't know it was there for a while.

As he started to come round I started spanking him very hard on his
spread arse with the palm of my hand.

He came to properly with a start, as I had expected.  I gave him a few
more whacks before I stopped for the time being.

"I didn't give permission for you to faint," I told him.  "You need to
be punished."  I pulled him off the bed and put him to his knees.

"I'm sorry, master!" he sobbed.  "It's just the thought of those
photographs.  People will see me.  People will know it's me!"

I glanced over at a family photograph sitting on his desk.

"Pick a member of your family," I said.  "Who will be the most
understanding when we forward them the password for the web site?
Perhaps your loving mother would keep the truth from your father.
Perhaps your father would stay silent out of shame.  Perhaps you could
persuade your kid brother to keep it your dirty little secret."

"Please, master!  Please don't!"

"OK then, perhaps I should just forward some photos to a perverts' web
site.  They'll never get back to your decent, respectable family, will
they?  I think half a dozen photos of you being gang-raped will do as
a punishment.  I'll make sure your face is clearly visible but all of
ours are blacked out."

He didn't reply, but just lay limply his bed, sobbing into his pillow.

"Your choice.  A few photos to thousands of strangers, or all the
photos to a single family member?"

He sniffed and fought to speak coherently.  "Photos to strangers,
please, coach."

"Now, on the subject of widening your audience, I should explain the
web cam."

"Coach?!"

"Each morning, at 7am precisely, it will be activated.  I will give
you a work-out which you must do, for the web cam each morning.  The
web cam will be fully public and the morning's show will be on loop
for the rest of the day.

"You get to wear the mask, so your face will not be visible.  I will
give you a number of targets in each exercise.  If you ever fail to
complete them I replace the full-face mask with a half-face mask, then
with just an eyes mask and finally with your face fully exposed.

"Any questions?"

After the emotional trauma of having a few photographs released he was
completely silent and just nodded his head.

"Gavin has taped out a small cross on the floor.  Do your exercises
there.  That way you're visible side on from the window too."

"Yes, coach."  His head was bowed.

"Your work-out notes and the timetable for your window show are on the
web site just to one side of the photo of me taking your virginity
those few days ago.  You remember being raped that first time, don't
you?  Don't you?"

"Yes, coach!"

"Well there's four of us here with raging hard ons and you've got a
sweet mouth and an even sweeter arse, so let's give you a reminder any
way."

Then we raped him non-stop until morning.