CHAPTER 15


I learnt how badly Adam's Friday had started from a laughing security
guard, Malcolm, who came to thank me for the tip-off.  I had caught up
with some sleep and come into work for late morning.  Given that I ran
the evening shift I was required to be in for two, but actually got in
for eleven to catch up with paperwork.

"Naked, 'e was.  Stark, fuckin' naked.  Come in through the side gate,
but we caught 'im.  We 'eld 'im fer a coupla 'ours 'fore we let 'im go."
He looked embarrassed for a moment and glanced down at the ground for
a second.

"'Course, we migh' a got a bi' carried away."

"Really?" I asked, intrigued.  "What did you do?"

Malcolm passed me a camera memory card with a crude smirk pasted over
his face.  Slipping it into my laptop I started flicking through some
pictures which showed me just what hell Adam had been through on his
arrival.  The guards' sadistic tendencies had come through with their
helpless, naked victim.

The first pictures showed him sitting on a chair, his legs spread
wide and his hands gripping the arm rests.  "Elastic band flicking,"
Malcolm explained.  "One poin' if 'e squeals, two if 'e moves.  I won
on fifteen points."

The next set showed him on all fours, lapping water from a bowl on the
floor as various different hands slapped his raised buttocks.  In some
later pictures a night stick was pressed against his hole, but as far
as I could see they had never tried pressing it in.

The third set saw him sitting on the ground with a wire grooming brush
in his hand, combing the fur of the college guard dog as she licked his
face and chest.

The fourth and final set showed him sitting in the corner on the floor,
with his back pressed against the walls and his hands on his head.
His legs were spread wide on the ground in front of him.  Jessie, their
big softie of a guard dog was giving him a vigorous tongue bath, starting
at his face and working down.  As she was licking his groin there was a
look of absolute terror and panic on his face.  "'E was worried she'd 'ave
'is bollocks off," Malcolm chuckled.  "Bu' she's a licker, no' a biter."

"Bu' don' tell 'em that," he added quickly.

Afterwards, according to Malcolm, they had given him a blanket to cover
himself with and sent him on his way.  I wondered what might be the most
awful way for Adam to return it.

The activities of the night and early morning had denied Adam the sleep
he needed and he completely botched his morning web cam exercises.
He was now down to the smallest mask.  One more failure and his face
would be revealed.

I would have checked his father's and brother's viewing logs but at a
quarter to twelve I got a text from Professor Chenevy: "Lecture room
two noon."  Intrigued, I looked it up.  The Professor was giving a
lecture on "The Human Form in Advertising".  I smiled; this looked like
it would be fun.  Lecture room two is our second largest hall and sits
three hundred students.  I put off the usual paperwork and set about
improving my education.  Professor Chenevy specialises in classical art,
but business students bring in the money and we all try to apply our
specialities as best we can.

The room was packed and not just with the usual students, I suspected.
There were, however, many people there who had never been involved in
Adam's descent into hell.  Off to one side at the front were three open
desks and a camera and a pair of lights on good tripod stands.

Adam was in the audience, sitting the front row by the central aisle.
Professor Chenevy was waiting at the front for the clock to reach
mid-day. I sat at the back along with Horse from the gym.  My suspicions
that something was up were confirmed by Horse's possession of a hand-held
video camera, a stills camera and a laptop.

The Professor started promptly, with a recount of the preliminary reading
that should have been done and a summary of the findings.  "Essentially,"
he concluded, "the right amount of sex sells.  Applied judiciously it
titillates your target sector.  If it offends another sector your target
is antagonistic towards then so much the better.  If it antagonises an
aligned sector you run the risk of sympathy turning against your campaign.

"So the real question is how far you can go."

He gave a description of a few high profile campaigns involving nude
forms, both men and women, and even a series of adverts that had featured
an italian women progressively removing more and more clothes over time.
On the final day of the adverts, which was also election day, when her
complete nudity was expected there had appeared her hiding behind a
poster calling for people to vote!

His slide show moved on from the usual powerpoint "death by bullets"
to an image of Adam.  From behind I saw Adam jerk back in his seat.
He hadn't been expecting this.

It was a picture from the art class.  It showed Adam, from the top of his
head down to just above the root of his cock.  Of course, he had had no
pubic hair to avoid so the picture was cut very low.  To one side was
a bottle of perfume and the caption "pour l'homme."

"The cut off," Professor Chenevy explained.  "Here the eyes are drawn
down and the imagination fills in the rest.  This is popular with male
colognes for example."

He clicked a button and Adam's day got worse.  The picture of Adam's
entire naked form dominated the entire height of the screen.  Over his
groin was inserted a picture of a packet of condoms.  The box was sized
to be as small as possible so as not to reveal penis or testicles.
A caption to the side said "the only covering you need."

"The cut out," he continued, "is perhaps the simplest extension of this
approach.  Here we add in the humour factor if the cut out is relevant."
He clicked again and this time Adam's groin was concealed by a packet of
breakfast cereal at exactly the same size.  "But it could be criticised as
'nudity for its own sake' if the relevance is not there."

Adam started squirming where he sat, looking about to ry to see who
might be looking at, or laughing at, him.  Most eyes were fixed on the
screen though.  The laughter would come later.

"Another form of cut out might be called the 'physical cut out' rather
than the photoshopped approach.  Here a physical object, often held by the
model, provides the modesty.  This is a classic of the charity calendar,
for example, where rugby and football players conceal their groins with
their sports' balls."

Click.  A rugby player, but not from the College, dominated the screen
wearing only a leather ball.

"So how can we extend this imaginatively?  The key is that the eyes drawn
to the advert want to see a penis.  They want that which is denied them,
the classical desire that advertising exploits."

He clicked the button again and the audience exploded into laughter.
Adam, though, dropped his head into his hands.  On the screen he was
full frontal naked.  However the area of his groin had been blurred
so that it couldn't quite be made out.  The caption to the side read
"need an eye test?"

"Here the fantasy being sold is that if you bought glasses you would
get to see his penis.  This is the natural extension of the idea that
if you bought the cologne you would be as attractive as him.

"But how far can you go?  What's acceptable in an adult magazine isn't
necessarily acceptable in a family paper.  What's acceptable at 11pm on
a TV advert might not be at 5pm.  And so on.

"Once, all these would have been refused.  Now naked footballers show
full rear nudity to sell scent."

He clicked again and we were treated to XXX advertising YYY.

"Full rear nudity seems to be where the limits are now."  He clicked again
and we were treated to Adam's beautiful arse across the entire screen.
Again the audience howled with laughter.  There was no question as to
whose arse it was going to be.

Click.  The next picture encompassed Adam's entire rear form with a
tight depth of focus keeping him clear but blurring the artists sitting
in front of him while letting us see that they were definitely women.
The caption read "give them something to look at" and was followed by
the location and web address of the college gym together with the times
of the men-only sessions.

"We can focus on the body," Professor Chenevy said as he clicked again.
The focus switched to the women sketching his form, blurring his form
slightly, though not enough to completely spare his blushes.  The caption
now read "she'll be glad you went".  The lusty looks on the artists'
faces made it clear they were.

"Notice how the subject of the caption reflects the focus of the image.
When he is in focus" - click - "he is the subject of the sentence" -
click - "and when she is in focus the sentence addresses her.  Here we
see the approach of targetting associated groups.  Do you get the mother
to buy the cake because we tell her it will make her child happy, or do
we get the child to ask for it?"

He paused to let that sink in.  "Now, let's apply this to something
directly relevant.  You will better understand the principles if you
relate to the topic.

"Suppose we want a campaign to encourage students to begin exam revision.
It needs to catch the eye; revision isn't sexy in and of itself,
obviously.  Nudity can do that.  But we need more relevance than that.
Nudity in an exam hall or lecture theatre is a traditional nightmare
and the dream interpreters say it is a metaphor for lack of preparation.
So if we make that the key to the campaign we have eye catching nudity
and a serious, related theme."

Adam sat up straight, his back tense.  Clearly he could see where this
was going.

"So, the idea might be of one naked exam candidate surrounded by
clothed ones.  For nudity we might simply show a topless man seen above
his desk.  In an advert for school children this might be appropriate.
For university exams we can go much further and indeed have to if we are
to have any eye-catching impact on our target audience of jaded students."

He pulled up a high end digital camera on a tripod and flicked a switch.
The great screen above his head flickered and then had projected on it
the view from the camera.

"Now, let's meet our model, Adam Lomas."

He held out a welcoming arm towards his reluctant stooge.  Adam stood
up and walked to the front of the stage.  There was a round of applause
and some cheers from the audience.

"Those of you who read the student newspaper this morning will know about
Adam's modelling skills.  He has kindly volunteered to assist here as
well as at the art class."

Adam, I thought, did a marvellous job at keeping a straight face at this
bare faced lie.  He glanced up nervously at his image being displayed
at twice life size on the giant screen above his head.

"Now, strip off, please."  Professor Chenevy pulled up a laundry basket
from behind the display bench at the front and kept the camera pointing
directly at Adam.  Clearly he was to have no privacy.

Adam looked at his merciless lecturer and turned his back to the audience.
Resigned to his fate he pulled off his sleeveless top and his pink
flip flops.  He glanced up at the Professor as he chucked them into the
basket before finally pulling off his joggers and tossing them in too,
keeping his back to the audience.  This did him no real good, of course,
as Professor Chenevy's camera broadcast the front of his body to the
watching students.

Near the back of the hall I was starting to worry.  Would as public an
exploitation of Adam as this prove too much and trigger official reaction?
The audience, however, seemed to have no complaint as Adam was turned
round to face his audience personally.

"So, if you could take the exam desk nearest the camera we'll set up
the shot," his grinning lecturer continued.  "Selecting the right shot
is the real skill here.  Mr. Lomas, could you take your seat?"

Adam sat down again and Professor Chenevy placed the laundry basket
behind the lecture room's presentation bench out of sight.  He asked two
other gym members to take the desks beyond Adam, further from the camera.
Then he handed out what looked like exam papers.  These all had the gaudy
lilac cover sheet the college used in exams; the look was unmistakable.

"All other note books out of sight, please."

He set up the camera pointing at Adam.  He was clearly naked in profile.

"We can adjust the height and the angle to get the exact view we want.
What would the important aspects of the shot be?"  He turned to face
the audience.

"Visibility of the exam papers."  "Why?"  "Context of the shot." "Purpose
of the advert."  "Exactly."

He raised the camera slightly so that the papers were visible.

"Next?"  "Catch the eye."  "How?"  "Clear cut nudity."  "Is that enough?"

"Clear physicality," said a member of the audience.  I recognised Steve
from the gym.

"Exactly!  What makes a body pop out from a picture?"

"Muscle tone?  Good definition?"

"Exactly.  A body shaped blob doesn't do anything.  We need clearly
deliniated muscles.  The enviable body does catch the eye.  Mr Lomas,
could you come over here?"

Professor Chenevy waved him over and lifted up a bottle of oil.  As Adam
approached he squirted some oil into the palm of his hand.  Putting down
the bottle he rubbed them together to spread it over both palms.

"Feet and arms out wide, please, Mr. Lomas, facing forwards."

As Adam took position, exposing himself further to the audience, Chenevy
started oiling his back and sides from behind.

"We'll also adjust the position of the light," he explained.  "With a
more reflective skin surface we can play tricks to best catch the fine
muscle relief."

He moved to the side and rubbed oil into Adam's flank that was going
to face the camera.  As he did this with one hand he "steadied" Adam by
placing his other hand at the top of Adam's inside thigh.

My experienced eyes spotted his thumb teasing Adam's hole and everybody's
eyes spotted the reaction in Adam's cock.  It didn't spring to life but
it certainly twitched and began its treacherous firming up.  A couple of
girls giggled but the rest of the audience watched in morbid curiosity
or eager anticipation depending on whether they knew about Adam's slavery.

Things got worse - or better, depending on your point of view - when
he moved he hand round to rub oil into the front of Adam's thigh.
His hand rose up and down, nudging Adam's balls a few times before he
slid his hand over the base of Adam's abdomen, just above the cock.
Adam was semi-erect before Professor Chenevy wrapped his slick hand
around Adam's shaft and gave it a firm stroke, oiling it, exciting it
and firming it up to full erection.

He moved round to Adam's other side and swapped hands to oil the rest of
Adam's abs, while keeping a hand on Adam's behind no doubt to continue
the ring teasing.  Soon Adam was oiled to his satisfaction and fully
erect in front of a packed house.

"Thank you.  Now if you could wait there a moment to let your hard-on
subside a little I'll take a look at the lights.  Please hold that
position; I don't want the oil disturbed"

Professor Chenevy fiddled with the lights for a good minute, leaving Adam
standing in front of an audience of his peers, living the nightmare
of being naked in the lecture hall.  The lecture hall filled with
the catter of students, astounded that they were being given such a
show and enthusiastic about how to tease Adam ab0ut it for ever more.
Finally the Professor called Adam over to take his seat.  After Adam
sat, the Professor fiddled with the camera pointing out how the light
and shadow enhanced the contrast of his subject's muscles.

"An excellent physique, Mr. Lomas.  Thank you for sharing it."  There was
a chuckle from the audience.

"Now we take a few photographs.  For the purpose of this exercise I
will simply take a few stills from this camera.  In practice, of course,
we would take very many high resolution stills and select from them."

He posed Adam so that he was sitting back from the desk and raised the
camera so it looked down on him slightly from the side, exposing part
of his lap as well as his side.

"So our caption for this might be 'don't be caught unprepared', for
example."

He looked up at his hooked audience.  I had checked Professor Chenevy in
the staff records after the art class.  Apparently his student feedback
was overwhelmingly positive and he was described as "imaginative and
entertaining".  I could see why.

"Now, how could we take this further?  The full rear nudity approach
might involve Adam walking to his position past a series of clothed
- and, by implication, prepared - students already at their desks.
He handed out a pile of lilac cover sheets and asked everyone sitting
by the aisle to put one on the desk in front of them.  As they did this
he set up the camera to point up the aisle.

"Mr.Lomas, could you walk up to the back of the hall for me, please?
Nice and slowly."

Adam sighed and stood from his seat.  The camera recorded his rear,
obviously, but the audience was treated to his front and the predictable
camera phones were whipped out.  For the first couple of steps he held
his hands in front of him but the Professor wasn't having that.

"Hands by your sides, please.  Walk naturally."

Once he reached the top at the back he was asked to come down as he
"needed touching up".  Back at the front Professor Chenevy applied
yet more oil to his rear, and his cock started to return to stiffness.
Then he was made to do his walk of shame again.

"So, how can we take this idea further?  How would we extend it into
a campaign?  We have Adam sitting alone, unprepared.  We have Adam
looking for his desk unprepared.  What else?"

There were a few bad ideas from the audience until one bright spark
suggested "spot the unprepared student".  This would involve a picture
of the entire hall with one student - Adam - naked.  Professor Chenevy
thought this was excellent and suggested a set of half a dozen pictures
with Adam in different locations.  He brought up the analogy with the
"where's Wally?" books and hinted that a campaign involving the phrase
"where's Willy?" might assist.

Then he had Adam move to various positions around the room so he could
take the photos.  This involved the naked stud clambering over the
ranks of the tiered desks as he was directed from position to position.
He was utterly unable to hide himself and his cock swung at eye level
for a number of lucky students as he climbed past them.  Many also got
to see Adam's arse stretched open as he straddled the rows of desks.

Each time the location he was directed to was between a pair of gym rats
and each time when he got up again his cock was firm again and he was
that bit redder with shame.  Clearly there was some cock teasing going
on as he sat down.  His final position was right at the back between me
and Horse.  As soon as Adam sat down I started stroking his cock with a
firm full length stroke and my hand wrapped around his shaft.  He was
completely hard again within ten seconds but to my delight Professor
Chenevy ended the photography with him sitting there.

"I'll put all the photographs from today on the class web site," Professor
Chenevy said as he wound up the lecture.  "By next week I want a two
part exercise submitted by everybody taking this class.  First I want a
sequence of some of these photos with captions, proposed timings prior
to exam season and locations where they might be suitable.  Second, to
test your photoshop or gimp skills I want you each to take a copy of this
photo" - click, a full frontal, unobscured, perfectly focused picture of
Adam appeared on screen - "and to apply the cropping or cutout ideas,
or any other appropriate effects to turn it into a single, standalone
advert, again with caption, placing and timing."

"Thank you, and thank you, Mr Lomas for helping out.  Class dismissed."

As the class slowly dispersed Adam tried to get up but Horse and I
delayed him, mostly by grabbing his cock.  Then he had to push through
a crowded aisle of people with similar ideas.  His body was spanked,
stroked, pinched and groped by around fifty more people as he tried
to recover his clothes.  It was photographed by at least a hundred.
It took him five minutes to reach the front, by which time Professor
Chenevy and his equipment had all left.

And so had Adam's clothes.

The lecture had ended at 12:50.  This gives the students ten minutes
to move from hall to hall.  We were nearing the end of that break by
the time that Adam had pushed his way to the front and discovered the
terrible truth and a new class, who knew nothing about what had happened,
would be about to rush in.

I checked with Horse that nothing special was planned and leapt to Adam's
"rescue".  In my bag I had my change of clothes for the gym and a pair
of speedos just in case I had ever had the chance to humiliate Adam in
the pool.  These were tight, sheer speedos with transparent strips on
the sides.  They would fit him, but only just.  Inspired by the lecture
in advertising I had just received I marked the front with the words
"GYM ABS" and the rear with "GYM ARSE".  As Adam came racing up the aisle
looking for my help I tossed him this precious covering and stold him
"if you wear these you wear nothing else until gym this evening."

He muttered a quick "OK" and pulled them on just as the lunchtime crew
started to pour in.

"Lunch?" I asked Horse.  He smiled and we grabbed Adam by an arm
each and walked him down the aisle past all the incoming students.
"Advertising practical," I explained to the shocked professor Jenkins
as he fiddled with his powerpoint slides.

"Yes, well, I suppose it makes sense given this morning's paper,"
he replied.

Horse and I walked to the cafeteria and ordered our lunches.  I paid for
Adam's lunch, explaining that his wallet was "in his other speedos".
Over the course of the lunch we sent him walking from one end to the
other three times with the instruction to drum up membership for the gym.
"Explain what the benefits are."

To the hilarity and mockery of his fellow students Adam did as he was
told.  On his third trip, one girl laughed that she could see his "gym
abs" but not his "gym arse".  When he walked past her again she rectified
this by pulling them down at the back to reveal his magnificent globes.
She spanked them once before he managed to escape and pull them up.

This gave me an idea, though, and once Adam had finished his lunch I
took him off to one side.  There I pulled out a bunch of the flyers we
use for gym membership and stuffed them in his speedos until he looked
like an exotic dancer with banknotes tucked into his clothes.  Then I
told him what he had to do.

"I want a belly dance.  Well, a groin dance really.  Hands over your
head, groin gyrating and thrusting, legs wide apart.  Keep going until
every leaflet is taken."

As the tacky cafeteria muzak moved on to its next europop song I sent
him out to deliver leaflets.

The students and serving staff all thought it was hilarious.  A number of
them had been at the party where he had danced naked for the first time;
more than one cracked jokes about his being over-dressed.  Soon promises
were being made for copies of pictures from the party and an "Adam Lomas"
web site was being discussed.  I smiled at that.  If only they knew.

Soon he was working up a sweat and, in combination with the earlier
oiling, this made the fabric of the speedos cling even more tightly to
his defined form.  The profile  of his cock was clearly visible and more
than one girl openly gave it a stroke.  Soon it was hard and pushing
out the elastic waist band.  A couple of flyers fell out as a result
and I tucked them back in.  This time, though, I tucked them in behind
his cock, which I teased too, and as a result it was even more obvious
and its head started to poke out.

One girl led him around the room by his waistband, tugging it fowards
and slightly down.  This let everyone who wanted to get a good look at
his cock do so when they claimed their leaflets.  More than one got a
second look when they replaced them!

I left at a quarter to two when Adam still had half his flyers left and
Horse was texting someone on his phone.  Perhaps Adam's audience was
going to grow.





CHAPTER 16

At half past two the cafeteria closes and at three the gymslave email
address started to receive pictures from Horse.  They came from what
looked like the cafeteria kitchens.  The first set showed Adam tied to
a pillar with his fully hard cock pointing a couple of inches above his
speedos.  The cafeteria staff were also in shot, pointing and laughing.

The second set, ten minutes later showed roughly the same scene but
with polythene sheeting on the floor around him.  Then they showed him
being pelted wih left over food.  Like most college cafeterias there is
a dustbin at one end where uneaten food is dumped.  This was now being
used to provide spoonfuls and cupfuls of gunk to throw at him.

The third set, arriving at half past three added to our food collection.
They started with a series of close-ups of Adam's speedoes and a hand
pulling them forwards and a second hand ladling cold custard into them.
The last two pictures were speedos and abs, and then full body shot to
confirm it was Adam.  As if there was any doubt.

The next photos were priceless.  Adam was doing star jumps with custard
squirting out of his speedos with each jerk.

Finally we came to pictures of Adam is his usual attire: naked.  Adam was
on all fours with the spedos hanging off his right ankle.  In front
of him was a bowl of the leftover slops.  Adam was being forced to eat
them doggy style.  Next to the bowl was the drip tray from the drinks
dispenser.  The look on his face was one of utter disgust and revulsion.
Gravy had set on his face and the front of his hair.  Bits of food had
stuck to it, especially in his scalp.  I think I had never seen him look
quite so pathetic.

Our cafeteria ladies are nothing if not practical.  The final set of
photos started with Adam wiping down the tables.  From the steady
reddenning of his arse I assumed he was being spanked each time he
leant over.  Then they showed him mopping the floor, naked and erect
with his single, precious piece of clothing stuffed into his mouth.
In each picture there was a ring of our catering staff laughing at him.
Adam's steady reddenning over the rest of his body was almost certainly
from the shame and horror of yet another body of people knowing the
truth about him.

The series ended with Adam standing out the back of the kitchens in the
delivery yard being hosed down.  I thought it was very kind of them to
send him back clean.  I'm not so sure Adam would have been thinking that
in the scene when he was bent over, legs wide with the freezing water
being directed straight at his arse hole.

Of course Adam didn't get home.

The paper had come out that morning and his boasts had been printed for
every man on campus to read.  None were happy about Adam's arrogant tone
and when Horse's text message that Adam was vulnerable got out the hunt
was on.

Various members of the gym crew filled me in on Adam's afternoon.
He made almost a hundred yards from the cafeteria after he had been
let go when he encountered the football club.  They were heading off
for some outdoor training and "invited" him to  join them.  "Training"
consisted of being shut in the sports ground hut on his knees completely
naked, with instrucions to give a blow job to every man who entered.
Declining their offer would mean having the shit kicked out of him by
twenty-plus angry footballers.  To immortalise Adam's shame, they set a
digital camera pointing at his head from the side.  Each footballer just
had to press the button on top tp snap a photo of his anonymous cock
in Adam's mouth.  Adam's face was perfectly framed in every picture,
of course.

It wasn't just the footballers, either.  Over the course of the afternoon
and early evening, the rugby club, the hockey club and even the joggers
doing a lap of the grounds were all invited in to have their turn
in Adam's mouth.  From half past three to eight o'clock, Adam sucked
fifty-odd cocks.  He wasn't made to swallow; each and every load was
sprayed on his face, chest and abs, dribbling down as far as his cock.

At eight o'clock he was finally released, not out of pity, but because
the camera's battery had gone flat after the flash after flash that had
been required after sunset.  Peter Maxwell, the football club captain,
a tall, wirey, black guy known universally as "Mackey", opened the hut
door and waved the speedos in front of him.

"If you wear these you'll just get them dirty.  Crawl out, on all fours."

Adam crawled out of the hut and waited, face hanging down in front
of Mackey.  Mackey's cock was sticking out of the leg of his shorts.
Allegedly second only to Horse's in length it dripped pre-cum in
anticipation of a second go at Adam's mouth.

"You're covered in our juices all over your front.  Lay flat on the grass.
Belly crawl your way to the campus.  Rub it all off on the grass.

It took Adam half an hour to get the length of the football pitch and
the rugby pitch, passing by a gauntlet of pissed off men from the college
sports teams who spat on him, slapped his arse with belts, made him kiss
their boots and so on.

By the time he got to the gate that connected the built campus with the
sports fields he was a complete mess.  The cum hadn't rubbed off properly.
Instead it had glued pieces of grass, dirt, and weeds to his front leaving
him even worse than he was before.  Mackey opened Adam's mouth, stuffed
the speedos in them, tied his wrists behid his back with a shoe lace,
then turned him towards the lit area and slapped him hard on the arse.

"Get to the gym!"

Adam ran off.

CHAPTER 17

Of course, I knew nothing about this at the time.  I was just puzzled as
to where Adam was and where half the usual complement of the gym were.
I suspected that their absences were related, obviously, but that
wouldn't stop me taking it out on Adam or rewarding those people who
had arrived earlier.

Adam arrived just before nine, wearing the ridiculous speedos, pulled
over a body slick and sticky with cum and sweat, with bits of grass still
clinging to him, despite his obvious attempts to wipe the worst of it off.

Everyone, myself excluded, broke into laughter.  I was determined to
play it straight.

"Look at yourself!  You can't use equipment like that."

I smiled a particularly cruel smile before continuing.

"Tonight's competition is 'What time do you get to the gym?'  Everyone
who's here before you gets to fuck you over the weekend."

I turned him round to the gym to face his masters.  There were twenty
people there all with broad grins on their faces.  Twelve were our body
builders, indoor workers out who dominated the free weights.  Then there
were four sportsman regulars who simply came to the gym rather than
the sports fields to enjoy the sight of Adam's body.  Horse was among
them, as he had been briefing me on the cafeteria fun.  But I was most
pleased with the last four.  These were all newcomers to the gym, seeking
better bodies for themselves, who would not have stood a chance in any
serious contest against Adam.  It was good to be able to reward their
determination to improve themselves.

"Furthermore, you have been told explicitly that you may not wear clothes
in the gym.  Yet you walk in wearing speedos.  That's requires punishment.
Then you come in dripping cum and grass all over my floor.  That requires
a second punishment.

"First punishment: you are to visit Professor Jenkins.  Tell him that
you would love to appear naked for him in class as often as he wants.
Tell him that you are an exhibitionist slut - use those exact words -
and you love being exposed in front of audiences.  Strip for him in his
office as an audition.  Be persuasive."

Adam stared at the floor.  What was another classroom of eyes, after all,
to a young man who had done so much.

"Second punishment: you are to return the blanket Security loaned you.
While you are there tell them how much you were turned on by their abuse
of you.  Ask them - beg them - to do it again."

He gasped and looked up at me.

"Now, there are twenty-one people here who haven't had a chance to cum
on you yet, so let's have you over here."

I pushed him towards a bench under a "Mr. Smith" machine.  This has a
weights bar held in a pair of fixed vertical slides.  It removes a degree
of freedom for the weights but is safer to use unspotted than a free bar.
Placing a towel on the bench I pushed him down on his back and tugged
his hands up to the bar.  I spread them and tied his wrists in place,
widely spaced.  Then I pulled his feet up and tied his ankles next to
his wrists.  His arse was up and open for all to see and fuck.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork.  To immortalise the rape that was
about to follow I set up the video camera with directional microphone
on a tripod pointing at Adam's bound form.

I pulled a box of condoms from behind my desk and tossed it to one
of the newcomers.  "Mr Charles, would you be so kind as to start the
fucking, please?  It's been a few days for him so start gently."

I'd seen Harry Charles' cock stuck in Adam's mouth.  It might not have
anything like the same length as Horse's but its girth could rival a
coke can's.

Harry looked a bit nervous, and I assumed this was his first time fucking
arse, but a queue rapidly formed behiond him with Horse at its lead so
there was no way for him to back out.  He tugged off his shorts, nearly
tripping over his own feet as he tugged them off.  His cock was already
hard and he had to fiddle for nearly a minute as he rolled the condom on.

He took the tip and pressed it against Adam's hole, leaning over and
staring straight into Adam's face.  He spat.

"Not so fucking cocky now, are you?"  Adam had always been arrogant
about his body.  I wondered what particular offence Harry was remembering.

Harry grunted through clenched teeth as he drove his cock in.  Adam
screamed as his sphincter was stretched wide open again for the first
time in two days.

"Oh, god, you're a good fuck," Harry sighed as he started to pound Adam's
arse with a steady rhythm.  His initial hesitancy was completely overcome
and he was lost in the moment.

Along the queue hands slipped down gym shorts or started rubbing on
the outside.  Either way nineteen more cocks were being warmed up for
their turn at the hole.

Meanwhile the missing half of my gym members were coming in through
the door.

"You've missed your chance at his arse for the next two days," I told them
just as Adam gave a particularly pained squeal, "but if you want to gag
him with your cocks to stop him crying out then his other hole is free."

Harry pulled out and, as Horse took his place in front of Adam's tied
back legs and raised arse, Mackey started a second queue at Adam's mouth.

Adam's head was tipped back, leaving a straight channel down to his
throat.  Mackey wasn't one to waste an opportunity and pushed his cock
in all the way.  He pulled it out part way and spoke down to his new
fuck toy.

"Breathe when it's out.  'Cos you're gonna choke otherwise."

Then he pushed back in and Horse and Mackey, the number one and two cocks
on campus set up a beat as they pushed and pulled in perfect sync and
Adam got the spit-roasting of his life.  The two tomentors smiled at each
other as they savoured the bond that formed as they shared their fucktoy.

This was the second time that day that Mackey had had his cock down
Adam's throat but the first time that Horse had been able to force his
into Adam's arse.  Unsurprisingly, Horse came first.

He had barely recovered from his orgasm before he pulled out and made
way for the next person to fuck Adam's hole.  Our slave boy was going
to get no respite at all.  Harry and Horse, meanwhile, squeezed their
cum out of their condoms into an empty water cup.

Mackey came next, shooting his load into Adam's mouth, and he was replaced
within seconds, leaving Adam barely any time at all for a few ragged,
uninterupted breaths while he tried to swallow Mackey's latest load.

To add to Adam's distress, the queueing boys started to shout
encouragement to the two active fuckers.  "Push it in!"  "Slam that hole!"
"Fuck the slut hard!"  "Choke the little shit!"  Lasting an average of
three or four minutes each the gym crew took their turns over the next
couple of hours fucking both his ends and shooting into his mouth or
storing it in a cup for later use.

My biggest thrill, however, came as they queued and after they left the
queues.  Dicks were hard and were not going down.  The sounds of oral
and anal rape coming from the weights area was too erotic for anyone not
to have a hard-on.  As the two queues waited hands reached down either
into the shorts or over the top of them to stroke dick.  Gerry was the
first to make the obvious next move.  He casually dropped his shorts
so he could properly stroke his demanding cock.  Within a minute every
other queuing stud had done the same.  Forty naked studs with firm cocks
pointing the way lined up in my gym.

Better still, once they'd shot their loads their cocks still didn't
want to go down.  Rather than squeeze their hard, sticky members back
into their shorts, the guys either joined the back of the queue again
or hit the gym, still stark bollocks naked.  I was the only man in the
room wearing clothes above the ankles.  Now, a hard-on slapping against
your belly can interfere with exercises, but with a small amount of
care it's manageable.  It's also a huge turn-on.  By shutting up time,
nobody wanted to leave and the two queues were reforming.  The cup of
cum was also starting to fill up.

When closing time hit, I called a halt.  I was the only person left who
had not had a play on the fuck toy and the huge tent in my shorts and the
damp spot on the front of them made it clear I wanted my turn.  I dropped
my shorts and jock to the floor.  The guys backed away as I approached
the trembling wreck tied in front of me.  As I positioned myself at his
arse hole I had a ring of men around me, their firm cocks all pointing
in my direction.  I was the axis of a wheel of masculine aggression.
The urge to let rip and lose all control was nearly overpowering.

But they had all been fast and brutal; I wanted something a little slower
and more cruel.

I pressed my cock against his hole but didn't press in yet.

"Whose was the first cock to fuck you this time?" I asked him.

He struggled to get the words out, his jaw still sore from the hours
of sucking.  "Arry", he muttered.

"That's 'Master Harry'," I corrected him and pressed in.  His hole had
no resistance left and I slid in an inch.

"Master Harry," he repeated.

"And are you properly grateful for his cock fucking your arse?"

He looked up at me in confusion but twigged what was needed.  "Yes,
I'm grateful."

"Well, tell him, you ungrateful sod," I replied and pushed in another
inch.

"Thank you for fucking me, Master Harry," he cried out.

"Better.  Now, whose cock was next?"

"Master Horse, was next," he told me.  "Master Horse, thank you for
fucking me."

"And next?"

I continued, for name after name, pushing in another inch each time he got
one wrong.  Before half way though his list I was fully in him and he had
lost track of the sequence of people to have fucked him.  Of course this
was a good excuse for further punishment.  As I started my slow fucking
rhythm I told him that for each of the eighteen names he had got wrong
he was to spend an additional minute standing at his window, exposing
himself to the general public.  Then I made him recount the people who had
fucked his throat.  That added another fifteen minutes to his exposure.

"Thirty-three minutes," I chided.  "Standing at a window, feet spread
to the bottom corners, hands spread at the top.  Exposing yourself for
everyone to see."

He started to weep, his tears mixing with the cum on his face and the
sight of his complete collapse sent me over the edge.  I shot my load
into my condom and used the strength of my orgasm to slam into him
one last time really hard.  As I pulled out and squeezed my cum into
the cup I lifted it up and told the crowd "I'm saving this for later."
The evil grin on my face made it clear I had plans.

The evening's winners had drawn lots to allocate his slavery among them.
Tonight they would let me have him, Saturday he was going to belong to
the novices, Sunday he would belong to the body builders, and Monday
pre-gym he would belong to the sportsmen.

I decided his duties would start in the showers.  While everyone else
was washing themselves with hot water, the generous winners would be
entitled to tongue baths first.

Adam was dragged down to the showers by a horde of desperate, naked men.
I was left to pick up the clothes strewn acros my gym.  I wondered
idly what I should demand from each of my gym crew in return for these.
I also had an idea on how to use the time to myself in the gym with Adam.
I got out a a high quality still camera on our second tripod and rigged up
some lights. Finally I pulled some long benches into place along a wall.

Before I followed downstairs I popped into the back office where we keep
a small freezer for ice packs and the like.  I took a wooden tongue
depressor from the first aid kit and pushed it into the cup of cum.
Then I put the whole into the freezer hiddden in a paper bag marked
"coach", hoping that nobody would examine it too closely.  Adam was
going to eat all the cum, one lick at a time.

Down in the shower room the party was carrying on.  Most of the guys
had finished their showers but they were all still naked except for a
towel round the waist in a few cases.  Every single one was boned up as
the show at the front kept them hard.

Adam was on to his last body apparently.  James MacLaren was a short,
powerful man.  He was currently leaning against the wall with his arms and
legs spread as Adam pushed his tongue into James' hole.  At the moment
I was looking, James shot his load against the tiles and turned round,
slightly wobbly on his feet.

"Now look what you made me do," he barked, pointing at the wall.
"Lick it up."

"Yeah, pretend it's a window," someone laughed as Adam leaned forward
from his kneeling position and lapped the cum up.  No sooner had he
finished than James pushed his cock forwards.  "This too."

Adam delicately licked and sucked the cum from James' cock.  I was
wondering if James might cum again and he didn't disappoint.  A small,
follow-up spurt shot out and struck Adam's face.

"You left your clothes upstairs," I reminded everyone.  "If you want
them back, we're going to take a team photo.  I trouped them all back
to the gym, stark naked with even their towels left behind.  I had them
take places on the benches, carefully placed so that everyone's hard
cock was visible.  I turned them slightly  so that they were all facing
the middle of the bench.  Then I rolled on a condom and set the timer.
I moved to the middle pulling Adam with me.  I sat him on my lap, impaled
by my cock facing the camera straight on.  Then I started to fuck him one
more time.  The camera gives a five second warning so I timed my hard,
painful thrust carefully.  I shoved up, obscuring my face with Adam's
body arched back.

Flash!

Later I shared a copy of the photo with everyone in it.  They all had
clean, freshly showered bodies and looks of power and lust on our faces.
Adam was dripping in sweat and was shooting a jet of cum in front of
him, reaching nipple height.  The look on his face was a mix of despair
and surrender.

They left after that, to dress and go home.  I was left alone in the gym
with a weeping Adam curled in fetal position on the floor.  He knew that
photo would be appearing on lots of college room walls.

I called security, explaining that they shouldn't worry about the lights
on in the gym; I would be working on a project and would prefer not to
be interrupted.  We chatted for a while and I returned to Adam.

I tugged him over to a bucket of cold water on a plastic sheet and had him
wash himself down with soap and water, stroking himself hard all the time.
The soap came from a novelty shop and was in the shape of a hard cock,
so I made him fuck his own arse with the soap bar two or three times.
Then he rinsed himself off and towelled himself dry still hard.  All this
time I used the video camera hand-held to capture his ablutions.

Once that was done I tied him spread-eagle between two exercise machines
with the camera pointing straight at him.  This let me oil him up with
no distractions.  The powerful photographic lights I was using was making
him sweat too and the net result was that his entire body glistened.

When I finished oiling him and he was on the very edge of cumming again
I stopped and walked away from him.

I moved the camera and turned the light to point at the lat machine.

"I thought I'd try my hand at photography," I told him.  "I want some
black and white photos of you using each of the pieces of equipment in
the gym.  I thought you'd make the perfect model."

I ran some ice over his cock to bring it down again.  I ran it over his
balls and shaft for several more minutes than I strictly needed to so
that his cock was shrivelled and small by the time I had finished.

I untied him and led him over to the lap machine.  I had set a heavy,
but not utterly unreasonable weight on it and started him pulling down.

We took all night, finishing at six thirty.  It takes time to take that
many good pictures, especially when you are re-oiling and fingering the
model between eevery set of shots and then having to soften his cock
with ice again.

By the morning we were both tired and Adam was physically wrecked.  And in
only half an hour he had his live web cam exercise show.  The mask was
coming off.